A Father's Hunger
by Peter Jensen


FOREWORD 

Hell, they say, has no fury like a woman scorned, and in the narrative you 
are about to read this old saying gains potent new meaning. With penetrating 
clarity, author Peter Jensen has written this brilliantly styled book to 
illustrate what can happen when revenge rules the psyche of a woman, and he 
has carefully delineated the emotional and sexual chaos that ensues when an 
unsuspecting father and his innocent fifteen year old daughter become the 
center of a vicious scheme by the widowed parent's former mistress. 

Tim Daltrey lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with Beth, his radiantly 
beautiful blonde offspring. An independent businessman and a pillar of the 
community, he has struggled long and hard to build a good life for him and 
his daughter, a problem made difficult by the death of his wife a few years 
before. Pressure begins to build on the hard-working man when his business 
develops financial troubles, and he finds that even the comfort of his 
devoted, charming young daughter is barely enough to keep him afloat. Then, 
with no warning, fate sends a dramatic thunderbolt into their lives in the 
form of Rose Molina, a sultry, tempestuous woman with whom Tim had an affair 
in his teenage years before his marriage. 

In weaving the fabric of this provocative, often brutal social document 
author Jensen has, with remarkable attention to detail and motivation, 
sharply outlined not only the dramatic confrontations between the 
characters, but has taken special pains to make the psychological aspects of 
their behavior vividly real. What on the surface may seem to be a shocking, 
perhaps terrifying story of love and revenge, is ultimately revealed as a 
social thesis of outstanding merit, one which enters the minds of the 
characters with such uncompromising psychological truth that the reader will 
feel himself experiencing each dramatic incident as if he himself were 
actually involved. It is a tale of struggle and conflict, violence and love, 
hatred and compassion, and although the implications are often hard to 
swallow, particularly to the sensitive reader, there is no doubt as to its 
authenticity and urgency. Though some of the events that unfold are, without 
doubt, tragic in the classic sense of the word, this book is not without 
hope and promise as well. 

We, the publishers, are convinced that this book will take it's place among 
the literary classics of our time, and offer it to you in the hopes that 
this spellbinding narrative will be as enthralling to the general public as 
it was to us. 

However, because of the unusually explicit nature of the story, we must 
recommend this book to mature adults only. 

-The Publishers 

CHAPTER ONE 

"I'll see you later, Daddy. Kathy and I are going to the movies. I'll 
probably be home about six, okay?" 

Tim Daltrey looked up absently from his desk in the sunny living room of his 
ranch-style house in the suburbs of Albuquerque, New Mexico. In front of him 
were piles of neatly sorted bills and receipts, and an open accounting 
ledger. Although it was only early May, the sun pouring through the wide bay 
windows was oppressively hot, and the back of Tim's light, cotton-knit 
pullover clung to his lean, muscular back, damp with sweat. 

"Fine, honey," he murmured, turning toward the doorway and the sound of his 
teenage daughter's voice. Then his words trailed off and his eyes opened 
wide. "Beth, you're certainly not planning to go out like that, are you?" 

"Sure, why not?" his blonde, blue-eyed offspring asked innocently. 

Tim looked her over appraisingly. Lately it seemed that every time he looked 
at her, his fifteen year old daughter was a little older. And today he was 
positively unnerved as his eyes roved over her lithe young frame, clad in a 
pair of low, hip-hugging, light blue bellbottoms and a sleeveless red cotton 
top that left her tanned and curvaceous midriff bare, and clung to her 
rapidly developing young breasts like a second skin. She obviously wasn't 
even wearing a brassiere, for from all the way across the room, the 
thirty-nine year old, sandy-haired businessman could see the outline of her 
tiny nipples. With a fringed bag slung over her shoulders, thong sandals on 
her feet, and her eyes covered by a pair of large tortoise-shell sunglasses, 
she looked to his experienced eyes like a latter-day Lolita. 

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Beth Daltrey asked again, coming all 
the way into the room. "Don't you like it Dad?" 

Seeing her in motion only made things worse, for his daughter moved with a 
natural, hip-swinging grace that belied her years, and was all the more 
appealing for being totally unconscious. For one thing Tim was absolutely 
sure of was that his lovely young daughter was completely innocent. He had 
that to be thankful for, anyway. 

"It's not that I don't like it, baby," he said gently. "In fact, I think 
it's very pretty. And if you were going by car, or with Kathy's parents. I 
don't think I'd mind. But on the bus into the center of Albuquerque on a 
Sunday afternoon well, I don't think it's appropriate, do you? I mean, it's 
bound to attract a lot of attention, because you're a very pretty girl, and 
not necessarily the kind of attention you'd like." 

Beth thought for a minute. "I guess you're right," she finally replied. She 
did attract a lot of attention, particularly from the local boys who hung 
out at the soda shops in town. She even found it a little frightening the 
way they looked at her sometimes, exchanging low remarks to each other as 
she walked by and laughing lewdly. It didn't seem to matter what she was 
wearing, though. "I'll go change." 

"That's a good girl," Tim smiled. "And have a good time this afternoon, 
okay? Do you have enough money?" 

"Yeah," Beth called, on her way upstairs, "no problem." 

No problem. The words echoed in Tim's ears as he turned back to his desk. 
They were exactly the words he would choose to describe his relationship 
with his pretty blonde daughter, if he had to. He was amazed at how 
cooperative and reasonable she was. Most girls in their teens, he knew, were 
a constant source of worry and aggravation to their parents, but not Beth. 
She received consistently good marks at the private girls' school she 
attended not spectacular, but good. And since the death of her mother three 
years ago the mother whose fair, almost glacial beauty she had so obviously 
inherited, Beth had devoted most of her free time to making her father as 
happy and unlonely as she possibly could. In fact, he finally had to insist 
that she spend more of her free time doing something for herself, and even 
then her choice had been an after-school job at the local library to save 
money for college. Yes, Beth was a prize, he had no doubt of it, and one of 
the main things he wanted out of life now was to make sure that her future 
was as happy and untroubled as he possibly could. 

The thought brought the father rudely back to the papers on the desk in 
front of him. There was no way of avoiding the fact that his business, a 
small electronics firm that he and his wife had inherited from her father, 
was in trouble. Income just didn't match outgo, and to make matters worse, 
National Machine Products, a larger competitor, was underselling him in an 
effort to force him to sell out to them. He'd already turned them down 
twice. It went against his grain to see so many good small businesses taken 
over by anonymous corporations. But he didn't know how much longer he could 
hold out without a large injection of capital, and he was already in hock to 
the local bank up to his neck. At the rate things were going, there was no 
sense in kidding himself. Nothing short of a miracle would keep the company 
afloat beyond the end of the year, no matter how hard he worked. 

Just then the phone rang. 

"I'll get it, Daddy," Beth called, on her way down the stairs. He heard her 
pick up the phone, and a few seconds later she called, "It's for you." 

"Who is it?" 

"I don't know, a lady. I have to run or I'll be late. 'Bye, Daddy!" 

Wearily, Tim got up from the desk and made his way into the hall. Who the 
hell was calling him on a Sunday afternoon? Probably some telephone 
canvasser. 

"Hello," he said, a little inhospitably. 

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a low feminine 
voice, with just the slightest trace of a Latin accent, said, "Hello, Tim. 
This is Rose." 

"Rose? Rose who?" Beth's tall blond father asked. He didn't know anyone 
named Rose. 

The woman laughed, a soft musical sound that was vaguely familiar. "I'm 
disappointed," she replied teasingly. "The last time I saw you, you said 
you'd remember me always." 

Tim frowned, puzzled. He still couldn't place the voice, and he was sure he 
didn't know anyone named Rose, except. . . 

"Say something else," he asked. "Maybe then I'll be able to place you." 

The sultry-voiced female responded by humming a few bars of a popular song 
of the fifties, "Vaya Con Dios," and suddenly it all came back to him in a 
rush of memory. 

"Not Rosa Molina?" he asked incredulously. "It can't be!" 

"But it is," his caller replied warmly. "How are you, Tim?" 

"Well, I'm shocked, that's how I am. No one's seen hide nor hair of you 
for...how long has it been? My God, Rosa, years!" 

"Sixteen years, to be exact," Rose replied, "and it's not Rosa anymore, it's 
Rose." 

"Rose. Okay, Rose. I hardly know what to say. When did you get in? Where are 
you staying? What have you been doing all this time?" 

She laughed again, and Tim could feel himself becoming riveted to the sound 
of her voice, the way he had once been before, years ago. 

"I got in two days ago, I'm here for the summer, and I'm staying out at the 
Rancho. As for the rest, it's much too long to try to describe over the 
phone." 

"The Rancho? But that place has been closed down for years." 

"Really, Tim, you must not be keeping up with things. Surely you heard it 
had changed hands?" 

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I did hear something like that, but there've 
been so many rumors over the years, I guess I didn't pay attention." 

"Well, I own it now, and I'm having it rebuilt as a summer place." 

Tim whistled appreciatively. "You sound as though you've done all right, 
Rose." 

"Not badly. And you?" 

"Oh, so-so," Tim replied evasively. "You know how business is..." 

"Maybe you married the wrong girl after all, eh?" 

Tim paused, startled. "Myrna died a few years ago, by the way," he finally 
said. 

"Yes, I read about it in the papers. Was that your daughter who answered the 
phone?" 

"Yes, yes that was Beth. And...what about you? Is your...husband with you?" 

"No, only my chauffeur, Jose. I've been much too busy to get married." 

Tim couldn't quite explain why, but that struck him as good news. He found 
himself trying to imagine what his feline-voiced caller looked like now, and 
he was more than a little curious as to what had happened to her. It sounded 
like a great deal. 

"Listen, Rose, I really want to see you. I have a business meeting tomorrow 
over lunch, unfortunately, but could you stop by my office say around four? 
We could go for a drink and catch up on each other." 

"I thought you'd never ask. Four sounds lovely. Same address?" 

"Yeah. Do you still remember it?" 

"Oh yes. Until tomorrow, then?" 

"Until tomorrow...and Rose, it's really wonderful talking to you again." 

For me too, Tim. In fact, I've been looking forward to it for a long time." 

Their conversation ended, and Tim stood for a moment after he replaced the 
receiver, gazing thoughtfully off into space. Rosa Molina! He'd never 
expected to hear from her again. In fact, he was surprised that she was so 
warm and friendly after what had happened. He hadn't exactly been kind in 
the past. But from the way she sounded, she'd evidently decided to let 
bygones be bygones. 

On his way back into the living room, he became conscious of a pleasant 
throbbing in his loins, and realized that his penis was straining against 
the material of his trousers. He couldn't suppress a wry smile as he sat 
down in one of the overstuffed armchairs in the living room and lit a 
cigarette. That was always the effect Rosa had had on him, right from the 
start. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift back in memory to the last 
time he had seen her, sixteen years ago . . . 

* * * 

It was early June, and Tim Daltrey waited in the shadows outside the Rancho 
Albuquerque guest house, watching a window on the very top floor. As soon as 
Rosa was finished with her kitchen work, she would go back to her room, 
light a lamp, and open the curtains. That was the signal for him to come in 
the service entry and make his way up the back stairs. 

It was a routine they had been following for six months, ever since he had 
first met her at one of the Mexican coffee shops in town, favorite haunts 
for students at the junior college, like himself, who were looking for 
something a little more exotic than they could find at the more conventional 
sections of town. 

From the moment he laid eyes on Rosa Molina, the good-looking blonde youth 
was determined to possess her. She was the sexiest, most beautiful girl he'd 
ever seen, with a petite, but definitely well-rounded body, olive-skin, 
sparkling dark eyes and a mane of thick, wavy black hair that hung down 
almost to her waist. Only sixteen, she was a chambermaid at the hotel, 
living there because the long hours made the journey into her parent's 
rundown flat in Albuquerque impractical. 

At first everything had been idyllic, the fulfillment of every romantic 
fantasy he'd ever had about "his first affair". Rosa was as smitten with him 
as he was with her, and after two months of meeting her secretly, the guest 
house maid had finally opened herself to him as completely as he could wish. 

However, recently things had gotten complicated. For one thing, his 
dark-eyed Latin mistress had fallen in love with him. At least that was what 
she said when she began hinting, then openly asking, about marriage. For 
awhile Tim occasionally fantasized about running off with her in the best 
romantic tradition, it was never more than a flight of imagination, bred 
primarily by freshman courses in romance fiction. At heart he was a realist, 
and Rosa definitely didn't fit into the realistic scheme of his life. In 
fact, he'd been looking for a suitable way to ease his way out of their 
affair for more than a month, but none had presented itself. 

Tonight, however, he had no more time to spare. For in addition to his 
secret liaison with Rosa, Tim had also been prospecting in the more 
acceptable quarters of town, with considerable success. Myrna Evans, the 
daughter of a prominent local businessman, was not only in love with him, 
but also blonde, blue-eyed, well educated...and very pregnant, a state of 
affairs that called for immediate action. So immediate, in fact, that the 
announcement of their impending marriage was to appear in the local paper 
the following morning. Tim was dreading the encounter with Rosa tonight, the 
more so since Rosa had let him know several times previously that her fits 
of jealous temper were no less passionate and violent than her tempestuous 
lovemaking. Although in his own mind, his actions were perfectly logical and 
justifiable, he had scant hopes of convincing Rosa of this. In fact, it was 
with a sinking, queasy feeling that he awaited the appearance of the light 
in her window. At last it came, and stamping out his cigarette in the desert 
sand, he made his way upstairs. 

Much to his relief, Rosa greeted him warmly when he came through the door. 
He'd been afraid maybe she'd already heard the news. The grapevine among the 
Mexicans in the town was incredible. But she turned from the little table 
that served as her bureau and dressing table with a warm smile and slipped 
into his arms, hugging him tightly, and standing on tiptoe to plant 
welcoming kisses on his cheeks and mouth with her full, sensuous lips. 

"Oh, mio cuore, I am so happy you are here! I have some wonderful news to 
tell you tonight," she burst out, leading him into the room with both hands, 
her eyes dancing. 

"I...I have something to tell you, too, Rosa," Tim began seriously, avoiding 
the distraction presented by her softly rounded body, clad only in a 
knee-length, ruffled petticoat and an embroidered white cotton chemise that 
looked totally inadequate to contain the full-rounded big mounds of her 
melon-like breasts. Her hair, loosened from the neat braid she wore when she 
was working, fell down her back in waves, like a dark river. 

"But you sound sad," she said, her eyes concerned. 

"Well I am, a little." 

"Then you must tell me your news first, because mine is so good it will make 
you forget all your sadness, okay?" 

She sat down on the bed, against the pillows, her knees tucked under her 
chin, and motioned to him to join her. He sat down a little bit away, 
averting his eyes from her shapely thighs and the tantalizing flashes of 
thickly curling dark bush of pubic hair that he could see up between her 
legs. 

"Rosa...I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with you," he began 
nervously, looking down at his hands which he was absently clasping and 
unclasping. "I...I have been seeing another girl." 

He felt rather than saw her body stiffen at this news, but she seemed to 
make a great effort to control her reaction. 

"Yes?" she replied a little coolly. 

"Yes. I...I should have told you before, but I just didn't have the nerve, I 
guess." 

"So? And is this your big news?" 

"Well, there's more to it than that, actually. You see, this girl is...is 
going to have my baby and I...I have to do the right thing by her, you know 
what I mean?" 

He stopped, unable to bring himself to actually say the words. He wanted to 
gauge Rosa's reaction, too, and he glanced over at her. She was sitting 
stock still, her eyes wide, like a statue except for the steady rise and 
fall of her haughtily up-thrust breasts. 

"And what is this right thing you think you must do?" she asked, closing her 
eyes, and speaking very softly. 

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I mean I can't just let this girl have a baby 
and it has no father or anything, can I?" 

Without answering, Rosa got up from the bed and walked to the window, her 
back to him. 

"Who is this girl?" 

"I don't really think that's relevant..." 

"Relevant? What means this big word? You must 'scuse me I'm only Mexican 
maid, I don't know all these big college words. Maybe this girl, she 
understands them. She's a gringo, isn't she? Isn't she?" 

Tim could feel himself growing red with embarrassment, and he wished the 
scene was over. At the same time, in some secret corner of himself, it was 
flattering to see how jealous his dark-eyed voluptuous young mistress was. 
Hell, he thought, men have been getting in situations like this forever. 
It's not my fault I got two chicks hot for me. 

"Well, yes, she is," he replied. 

"It's that Myrna Evans, why don't you admit it? That blonde puta, that 
whore. I should have put a knife in her belly the first time you went out 
with her!" 

Rosa was consumed with a mixture of fury and misery, and although Tim's 
initial impulse was to defend his intended bride, he couldn't bring himself 
to be angry with Rosa, particularly as he could see tears welling up in her 
eyes. 

"Rosa, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it to happen this way..." he began lamely, 
going over to where she stood and standing helplessly behind her, uncertain 
of what to do. 

Suddenly the curvaceous Latin beauty whirled around and threw herself in his 
arms. "You don't have to marry her," she pleaded, the tears spilling over 
and cascading down her cheeks. "We can go away, now, tonight! We go to 
Mexico, to my uncle's place. We can get work, I will work too! Then when we 
have money we can send her some for the baby. 

Please Tim, please, I work for the rest of my life for you if you come away 
with me!" 

As gently as he could, Tim extricated himself from her embrace. "Rosa...be 
practical...we can't do that. Besides, I've given my word. I can't go back 
on it now." 

There was a long, tension-filled pause after he spoke as the scantily clad 
chambermaid absorbed his words. 

"You've already asked this woman to marry you?" she said at last, her voice 
sounding like a string, pulled taut to the breaking point. 

Tim nodded. "It's going to be in the papers tomorrow morning. I...I wanted 
to tell you before you heard it from somebody else." 

Rosa's eyes narrowed and her mouth fell open in disbelief. She looked at Tim 
as though she were seeing him for the first time. 

"Tomorrow? Then you have known...for weeks...and still you come here to me 
at night, as though nothing is happening? You make love to me, and all the 
while you know you are marrying another girl? Is that true?" 

"Well I...it's not so simple as that, Rosa," Tim began defensively, turning 
away and moving across the room to avoid the penetrating glance of her dark 
eyes. In actual fact, that was the way it was, but the good-looking blond 
youth couldn't bring himself to admit it outright. He was still formulating 
excuses in his mind when an angry outburst of Spanish burst from Rosa's 
lips, whose tone communicated her feelings adequately even though he 
couldn't understand most of the words. And then an intuitive sense of danger 
made him wheel suddenly, just in time to catch the glint of metal in Rosa's 
hand as she hurled herself across the room at him like a whirlwind. 

"I kill you, you son of a bitch," she half wept, half shouted, as he seized 
her wrists in his hands, twisting her knife-wielding fist up and away from 
his person. 

"Drop it, Rosa! For God's sake, drop it!" he commanded, scarcely knowing 
what to do. An instant later the knife clattered to the floor, and he 
released the pressure on her hands. The enraged chambermaid immediately 
shifted her attack from the knife to her sharp nails, and before Tim had 
time to defend himself, she raked them over the left side of his face, 
clawing at him like an animal. 

Suddenly angry himself, as though the sudden flow of blood had released a 
subterranean barbarian response in him, Tim grappled with the wildly 
flailing girl again, twisting her arms behind her and trying to avoid her 
flying feet and her teeth which, when her lips weren't hurling curses at 
him, were almost as dangerous as the knife had been. For a few seconds they 
struggled together, until finally Tim managed to propel her over to the bed, 
force her onto it face down, and holding her arms tightly pinned above her 
head, subdued her wildly violent form by throwing his own weight on top of 
her. 

Tim was never sure exactly how the next sequence of events happened. He knew 
he shouldn't have let them happen, but he seemed not to have any control. He 
meant only to hold her still until she calmed down, and then get out of her 
room with as much dignity as he could still muster. But as he lay on top of 
her, his youthful big cock pressed hard against her firmly rounded buttocks, 
half naked where her petticoat had slipped upward during their fight, he 
became suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to fuck her, then and there. His 
penis swelled and thickened in his trousers, and a fiery heat wound up 
through his loins like a serpent, making his heart beat faster and the blood 
pound in his temples like a drum. Often before, when they wrestled 
playfully, their struggles had ended on the mattress of Rosa's single bed, 
and the affectionate struggle between them had heightened their sexual 
pleasure. But never had the young junior college student felt anything like 
the sensual torrent that now charged his every muscle with new strength, and 
filled his brain with dark lust. He felt like a barbarian chieftain fresh 
from battle, claiming his prize-woman from among the vanquished. 

Moving with an instinctive will, he pulled Rosa's wrists together so he 
could grip them with one hand. Then he levered his body up and with the 
other hand first unzipped the fly of his pants and yanked them down to his 
thighs, together with his jockey shorts, so that his big thick cock sprang 
erect, swaying blindly in the air beneath his belly. Then he flicked Rosa's 
petticoat up, carelessly throwing it nearly over her head so that the entire 
expanse of her rounded, olive-skinned full buttocks and thighs were nakedly 
exposed to his gaze. His prick gave an excited lurch as he looked at her 
naked flanks, and his stomach turned over the lewd excitement. 

On hearing the sound of his zipper opening and feeling the cool evening air 
on her naked flesh, Rosa jerked with surprise, as though she suddenly sensed 
what he had in mind and couldn't believe it. She tried to wriggle away, but 
Tim ignored her struggles, once more pinning her down with his weight and 
holding her wrists firmly, gripping the throbbing girth of his 
blood-engorged long staff with his other hand and guiding it upward between 
her legs, to the moist, curl-fringed entrance of her vagina. 

"You have no shame," Rosa moaned weakly through her tears as she felt his 
knees shove her legs wider apart, and the head of his prick graze lustily 
against her defenseless cuntal split. "You have no shame!" 

Oblivious to her outraged moans and sighs, Tim pressed forward, guiding his 
lustily throbbing ten inch prick of male hardness into her soft wet vaginal 
opening. He felt her whole body quiver as the thick knob head of his penis 
penetrated past the tight entrance, and involuntarily her sphincter muscles 
tightened around it, drawing him in, despite her conscious protests. With a 
flash of dark pride, Tim realized she wanted it! Even though it was 
shameful, almost rape, her body craved his big hot cock of male flesh shoved 
all the way up inside her cunt from behind.' Levering his hips up slightly 
he pulled back a little, then inched forward again, teasingly, rotating his 
pelvis in a lewd corkscrew motion and savoring the feeling of his thick 
foreskin pulling back, stretching painfully, then snaking forward again over 
the sensitized knob of his hotly pulsing staff. A low moan burst from Rosa's 
throat, a wild animal sound that excited him even more. 

Slowly he began to saw in and out of her, each thrust taking him further and 
further up into her helpless cunt, occasionally plunging forward roughly, 
then pulling back, his cock turning and twisting like a screwdriver as it 
explored every inch of her steadily moistening channel. As always, Rosa 
opened to him like a flower, even raising her buttocks slightly so that his 
aroused big cock went even deeper, until he felt its thick knob head 
touching the hard surface of her cervix. Now his rhythm changed, increasing 
in tempo and force, until he was ramming into her from behind with the 
steady beat of a jackhammer, his hips swinging easily and his tight, hairy 
big balls slapping lewdly against her naked inner thighs with each stroke. 
Easing his upper torso down over her back, he brushed aside her thick mane 
of dark hair and the folds of her upturned petticoat and began planting nips 
and bites on her naked shoulder and the nape of her neck, making the 
helpless Mexican girl writhe with a mixture of pleasure and emotional pain. 

"Oh you sweet piece of arse," he murmured, while his lust-heated ten inch 
cock continued its obscene probing of her cuntal depths, "you have the 
sweetest cunt in Albuquerque. I could eat you full of ice cream, Rosa baby, 
from now till kingdom come, if it weren't for Myrna being knocked up. If I 
could do what I want to do, I'd just spend all my time with my big cock 
shoved up inside your sweet little pussy filling it with 
spunk...uuunnnnggghhh Christ, it feels so good, so tight...but it just won't 
work...I can't go off and farm in Mexico, and we can't get married and stay 
here. Folks wouldn't ever accept it, you know that...but I'll never forget 
you, Rosa, and the way your tight little cunt feels wrapped around my 
cock...I'll never forget it, baby...oh...ooohh...oooohhhh shit!" 

His soft, almost hypnotic monologue was cut short by a sudden heated 
explosion in his balls, and the lust-driven youth became suddenly rigid as 
his hips drove back and forth, back and forth, harder and harder, feeling 
his approaching orgasm surround him from all sides. Rosa had become 
perfectly still while he whispered his strangely salacious words, and now, 
as he reached the peak of excitement, her body responded, but somehow 
mechanically, her rounded buttocks moving back to meet his forward thrusts, 
her small hands gripping tightly onto the bedclothes, but her mind seeming 
far away, as though disconnected from her body. 

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's it, fuck back you wild little cunt, fuck me back, 
move that arse baby! Oh Christ, I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot my big load and 
flood you with it! Ah ah aaaaaahhhh!! ! " 

Oblivious to whatever his dark-haired mistress might be feeling, Tim felt 
the world suddenly grind to a halt, as though the force of his ejaculation 
hurtled him outward, out of time and space into another dimension where he 
was conscious only of the intense, searing pleasure that accompanied the 
release of his viscous potent seed into the acquiescently pumping cuntal 
interior of the half naked, tawny-skinned girl beneath him. He'd never felt 
anything like it in his young life, this triumphant explosion of pure 
sensual freedom, as his arched and tautened body drove forward with the last 
remaining ounce of his strength filling her cunt to overflowing with thick 
white cum. 

And then it was over. Breathing heavily, he fell forward again on Rose's 
trembling body, his body feeling as though it had been cleansed of all 
tension as his cock softened within Rose's semen-flooded vagina, and then 
slipped out, trailing a thick lewd trickle of pearly cum from its knob. For 
a long moment they lay there, until Tim, becoming aware of time again, 
spoke. 

"If I let you up now, are you going to try to kill me again?" he asked. 

Numbly Rose shook her head no, still lying on the bed, unmoving, her eyes 
closed. 

"You have killed me first," she murmured weakly. "The dead have no more 
passion." 

Although her words were strange, Tim took them as an assurance that her 
anger was, for the moment, passed. Fleetingly he thought that a good fuck 
could work wonders, as he clambered off her reclining body and pulled up his 
pants. All the time he was dressing. Rose neither moved or looked at him, 
and when he was ready to leave, he stood awkwardly in the center of the 
room, looking down at her immobile form, her buttocks still naked like two 
shimmering half-moons in the dim light of the hotel room with his abundant 
sperm leaking from her well fucked cunt.. . Reaching down, he gently covered 
her nakedness with her tattered petticoat, wrinkled and damp from being 
pressed between their tightly locked bodies throughout their torrid 
copulation. 

"Well, I guess I'll be going now," he murmured. 

When Rose didn't respond, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, 
took out three twenties and placed them on her dressing table where she'd 
find them after he was gone. 

"You take care of yourself, now. Rose," he began again, going over to the 
bed and leaning down as though to kiss her good-bye. 

For the first time the sexually assaulted young girl reacted, pulling away 
from him to the far corner of the bed. 

"Go, if you're going," she commanded in a steely voice. "Leave me alone!" 

Startled, Tim eased himself out the door and down the back stairs for the 
last time . . . 

* * * 

In the living room of his comfortably furnished suburban home, Tim Daltrey 
slowly let his mind drift back to the present. How strange it was, to hear 
from Rosa...Rose. . . again after all these years. His memories of their 
torrid youthful affair seemed to belong to another world, another person. 
Looking back, he marveled at his callousness when he was young, indeed, he 
even felt his cheeks redden at the recollection of how he had walked out of 
Rosa's life without even a backward glance. Of course, it had been easy to 
forget her, since life had moved so quickly. Barely eight months later, Beth 
was born, and then he had become so involved in business and family matters 
that he had no time to think of the past. Sometimes, at night, he had 
remembered, particularly after an unsatisfying session of lovemaking with 
Myrna, who, although she fulfilled her "marital duties," as she called them, 
never seemed to enjoy it particularly. Then, as he smoked a last cigarette 
in their clean-smelling bedroom, her sleeping form turned away from him on 
the bed, he often found his thoughts traveling to his voluptuous first love, 
and wondering what had happened to her. Once he heard that she'd left town, 
but no one seemed to know where. 

"Well now she's back," he mused aloud, feeling a kind of excitement and 
anticipation at the thought of seeing her again that he hadn't felt in a 
long time. "Fate is funny. It certainly is funny." 

His reverie was interrupted by the sound of the hall clock chiming four. 
He'd been daydreaming for over an hour. He went back to his desk and once 
again confronted the piles of receipts and the columns of figures. At least 
Rosa's call gave him incentive to finish, so he would be free tomorrow 
afternoon when she came to his office. 

Even as he sat down, however, he found a corner of his mind couldn't pull 
away from that evening at the Rancho so long ago. I wonder what she had to 
tell me that night, he thought. It never did come out, did it? Then, 
brushing the thought aside, he gave his full attention to his work. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Rose Molina, the object of Tim's Sunday afternoon reverie, was filled with a 
sense of anticipation for their meeting no less keen than his own. In fact, 
she was up early on Monday morning, and spent an hour walking in the fresh 
desert air before the elderly Mexican couple that she had hired as household 
staff had breakfast fully ready. 

"Oh, Senora Rose, perdona me," old Juanita apologized as the attractive, 
thirty-two year old mistress of the house came in the back door, directly 
into the kitchen. "I didn't think you would be up so early!" 

"No importa, Juanita," she replied easily, untying the bright scarf around 
her head and letting her dark shoulder-length hair fall free. "I want to 
take a shower before breakfast anyway." 

Reynaldo, Juanita's husband, whose skin was lined and weathered from a 
lifetime spent working in the hot desert sun, smiled warmly as she passed 
him. 

"If you permit me, Senora, I think the desert air agrees with you. You are 
as fresh as a rose this morning!" 

"Thank you Reynaldo," she smiled. "It's good to be back. Juanita, set the 
table for two, on the porch, and tell Jose I want to see him for breakfast." 

Juanita frowned. "The chauffeur? You are. going to sit and eat with him, 
Senora?" Her strong sense of tradition and the fitness of things was 
offended by the idea, and it showed in every line of her body. 

Rose turned to her and spoke quietly. "I do not treat my servants in the 
ordinary way, Juanita, but I pay them well to do as I tell them...and not to 
ask questions." She paused to be sure her words had been understood. "I'll 
tell Jose myself. I'm going upstairs anyway." 

Moving past the two chastened servants, she paused for a moment in the 
living room to survey her domain. The room had been transformed, on her 
instructions, from the old-fashioned, rather cheerless room she had once 
worked in, to a sunlit, white-walled showpiece, furnished comfortably, and a 
trifle dramatically with well-upholstered, natural-wood chairs and sofas, 
bright colored Mexican and Indian draperies and wall hangings, and in front 
of the huge, natural brick fireplace, a large stone mosaic table and a 
thick, multi-colored fuck rug. 

She surveyed the room with satisfaction. It was everything she wanted it to 
be, and tangible proof of her financial success, besides. She'd worked for 
this, planned it in her mind for years, and now it was a reality. It was 
perfect, except...something was missing, something intangible that she had 
been driven back here to find, something that had haunted her for all the 
years she'd been away. 

The thought was vaguely disturbing, and Rose pushed it away. She'd learned 
how not to think of disturbing things. She was about to continue up the 
stairs when her eye was caught by her own reflection in the large, 
gilt-framed antique mirror directly opposite her. Objectively she surveyed 
herself. Her looks, if anything, were better than they had been when she was 
younger. They had lost some of their moon-faced roundness, and become 
strikingly attractive. Even now, devoid of any makeup and fresh from her 
early morning walk, she was amazed to find herself looking not a day over 
twenty-five. Her body too, dressed in a pair of tight beige slacks, a dusky 
pink Western-style blouse, and a pair of expensive leather boots, showed not 
a sign of the wear and tear it had been subjected to in the past several 
years. 

"You've come a long way, Rose," she whispered softly to her reflection, 
"even though you had to claw through almost every foot of it. And today, you 
start the last mile of the whole goddamn ugly trip!" 

Turning resolutely, she hurried up the stairs, not even stopping on the 
second floor, where her own room was located, but continuing up the extra 
flight to the third floor. Without knocking, she pushed open a newly 
installed door and let herself into the reconverted attic. Except for one 
room, her own years ago, all the walls had been torn down, and the third 
floor of the Rancho was now a large studio, with sloping ceiling and one 
entire wall of windows. Rose didn't bother to look around the room, however. 
Instead, she went directly to the wide double bed in the middle of the room, 
on which was reclining the sleeping figure of a young man. The sheets were 
kicked off, leaving his wiry body completely nude, and a shock of his dark, 
curly hair fell across his forehead. 

"Wake up, Jose," Rose called sharply, "I don't pay you to lie on your arse 
all day!" 

Startled by the sudden noise, Jose sat upright in bed, looked sleepily at 
his employer, then reached for a pack of cigarettes while she opened the 
drapes to let in the morning sun. 

"What time is it?" he murmured sleepily. 

"Seven-thirty." 

"Seven-thirty? That's the fuckin' middle of the night. What do I have to get 
up so early for?" 

"We've got a lot to do today. Or did you forget?" 

"I gotta meet that chick, try to get into her pants, I know, but that's not 
till this afternoon, is it?" 

"No, but I have shopping to do this morning, and I want you to drive me, so 
get the lead out." Wearily, Jose Rodriguez lowered his lean, muscular legs 
over the side of the bed, slipping his feet into a pair of expensive leather 
slippers. Then he stood up and made his way to the window. 

"I think the lead is all in my head this morning," he mumbled, blinking 
painfully in the sunlight as he stood naked in the brightly lit room. 

"Next time don't drink so much at night. I don't like it when my stud passes 
out afterwards." 

The roundly curvaceous woman allowed her eyes to rove lazily over his naked 
body. His skin was smooth and dark, like her own, and although he had a 
powerful physique, he appeared almost fragile and slim, until you noticed 
the bulges in his arms, and the corded muscles of his back and thighs. At 
the moment, he had an impressive morning erection, and the sight of his 
long, thick-girthed member rising invitingly out of the dark tangle of his 
pubic hair, and the wrinkled sac of his testicles swaying beneath, tempted 
the raven-haired beauty to strip off her own clothes for a pre-breakfast 
appetizer. 

Noticing her look, Jose pressed himself against her, his arm circling her 
shoulder and reaching down for the haughtily up-thrust mound of one of her 
breasts. 

"Why did you leave last night?" he asked. "Why didn't you sleep up here?" 

"I sleep where I want," Rose replied casually, slipping out of his grasp, 
"and I fuck where I want. They aren't necessarily the same place." 

Annoyed at her rebuff, Jose grumbled while he slipped into a silk robe 
hanging over the back of a chair. "Sometimes I don't like this job," he 
muttered petulantly. 

"It's better than hustling tourists in Tijuana, isn't it?" 

"Maybe, but a man has pride," the twenty-two year old Mexican replied, 
stopping at the mirror to brush his hair out of his eyes. 

Rose smiled. "I know all about it. Now do you remember what you have to do 
today?" 

"I told you, I remember. I take you in town, then I go to the library and 
look for this Beth Daltrey. I get her all hot for me, make a date with her 
here, then I pick you up again, right?" 

"Right," Rose replied softly. "And one more thing, Jose." 

"What?" His tone was sulky. It was too early in the morning for all this 
disturbance. 

"When you're talking to me, remember you're not the only piece of meat I can 
pay to do this job...and all the other jobs you do, too." 

Turning on her heel, Rose Molina walked out of the room, slamming the door 
behind her. 

* * *------------- 

At three-thirty that afternoon, Tim Daltrey was seated at the desk in his 
office. His lunch meeting had ended earlier, and much less successfully, 
than he'd hoped. The bank wouldn't even consider another loan, and the vice 
president had out and out suggested that he stop beating a dead horse and 
take National Machine Products up on their offer to buy. 

"After all, Daltrey, you've got to realize that the old days of the 
independent businessman are as good as over. Everything's big now, 
international even. You can't expect to hold out forever." 

The conversation had left the beleaguered father with a bad taste in his 
mouth, and he fought down a sense of defeat. There had to be a way to keep 
the business going, he thought, looking around the familiar office which, 
together with Beth, represented everything he'd worked for all his life. He 
couldn't give it up without a fight. 

His secretary buzzed on the intercom. 

"Yes, Sally?" 

"Mr. Daltrey, you said I could leave early today to go for my driver's test. 
Is now okay?" 

"Well I'm expecting a visitor around four. Do you think you could wait that 
long?" 

"Sure, no problem." 

"Good. And would you mix up a pitcher of martinis before you go, too? Put 
them in the refrigerator in here." 

"Sure thing." 

The thought of Rose's impending visit recalled his mind to pleasanter 
things, and he resolved to put business matters aside for the rest of the 
afternoon. His former teenage mistress was a much more appetizing object of 
thought anyway. While his secretary bustled around the office, putting the 
martinis and two glasses into the refrigerator to chill, he fought down a 
rising sense of excitement as the hour for Rose to arrive drew nearer. What 
would she look like, he wondered? And how the hell had she made enough money 
to buy the Rancho? She said she had been too busy to get married...maybe 
she'd gotten a lucky break in the form of a wealthy lover. To his surprise, 
the thought that Rose might have had other lovers aroused an unfamiliar 
feeling of jealousy. At the same time, his cock throbbed pleasantly, and he 
laughed at his own foolishness. 

"Hell, there's no reason in the world why she should ever have anything to 
do with me again," he admonished himself. "Besides, she might be as big as a 
house and have lost her looks by now, anyway." 

A few seconds later, the intercom buzzed again. 

"A Miss Molina to see you, Mr. Daltrey." 

"Fine. Send her right in. And you can leave anytime you want to, Sally." 

The tall, fair-haired executive slipped on his sport jacket, and was just 
rising from his chair when the door to his office opened; and Rose Molina 
walked in. For a moment he was rooted to the spot, stunned at the sight of 
her. She was wearing a fitted suit of natural raw silk that clung to her 
petite, rounded figure like a second skin, a long rope of pearls that dipped 
gracefully into the deep cleavage visible at the top of her jacket, and a 
pair of dark green high-heeled shoes with sheer stockings that emphasized 
the shapely curve of her legs. Her hair was arranged artfully in a neat 
chignon, swept upward from her high, clear forehead, so that it occurred to 
Tim that she looked a little like an Egyptian princess, an impression 
heightened by her carefully made up eyes, which seemed to glow and flicker 
like two jewels, and the sensual fullness of her coral-colored lips. 

For a moment Tim was speechless, as though he couldn't quite comprehend that 
the startling vision of female loveliness that stood on the threshold of his 
office was even real, much less the girl he'd known sixteen years ago, known 
in every possible way. Then she smiled easily and walked across the room 
toward him, her hand outstretched. 

"Hello, Tim," she said melodiously, in a voice nearly devoid of the accent 
she had once had. "It's nice to see you again." 

"Hello, Rose," he replied heartily, quickly coming out from behind his desk, 
his face wreathed in a smile as his eyes riveted to hers. "It's. . . it's 
more than wonderful to see you...it's fantastic!" 

* * * 

"And that's the whole story, Rose. Ever since Myrna died, I've been fighting 
tooth and nail to keep the vultures away. And right now I'm afraid it's 
beginning to look like a losing battle." 

It was an hour later, and the pitcher of martinis was half empty on Tim's 
desk. He hadn't meant to start talking business, but Rose had asked him how 
things had gone for him, and it seemed easier to dwell on the more mundane 
aspects of his life than to tell her anything about his personal life, 
particularly his marriage. He had a feeling she didn't want to hear about 
Myrna anyway, and he could hardly blame her, but he hadn't planned on 
reciting the whole tale of woe centering around his financial problems. 
Somehow it had all come out, however, under Rose's gentle questioning, and 
in an odd way, he found it a relief to have someone else to listen to his 
problems, particularly someone as beautiful as Rose. 

"Say, I'm really sorry to be bending your ear this way. You must be bored 
silly. What a welcome, eh?" 

"No, no I'm not bored at all," his companion replied, fixing him with her 
penetrating dark eyes, full of understanding. "In fact, I think I might be 
able to help you out, Tim. That is, if you could bring yourself to accept my 
help." 

Indeed, his curvaceous visitor had deliberately drawn him out on the subject 
of the business, supplementing the information she had painstakingly 
gathered before her arrival through the judicious use of a private detective 
agency and a newspaper clipping . service. His conversation had only 
convinced her that she had done well, for Tim had added little to what she 
already knew. She had spent the past hour, therefore, dwelling more on the 
physical changes in her former lover, letting her eyes rove with frank 
interest over his face and body, than in actually listening to his words. 

He was still handsome. She was glad of that. It would make things so much 
easier than if he were old and ugly, with thinning hair and thickening 
waistline. She even found herself respecting him for the stand he was taking 
and wishing that somehow things could have been different. But they weren't. 
She knew that, and had accepted it years ago. The only uncertainty that had 
existed for her before seeing him was gone, and that was the unknown 
quantity of her own emotions. She had wondered if seeing him again would 
revive the old feeling she had once had for him, but she was both pleased 
and a little puzzled to discover that it did not.She felt, cool, composed, 
sensually aroused to be sure, but she could handle that, and perfectly 
capable of doing everything she had planned. There would be no troublesome 
outburst of regret, wavering, or...love. 

Now she sat forward in her chair, her hands resting easily on one another in 
her lap, her knees crossed demurely, her features innocently concerned. "I 
can help you Tim," she repeated. "How much do you need?" 

For a moment Tim couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly. But she was 
reaching into her pocketbook and withdrawing a leather covered checkbook. 

"How much?" she asked. "I'll write you a check." 

"My God, Rose. I can't accept that, even though I appreciate your offering 
more than I can say. Besides, I'm afraid I need a lot more than any one 
person could possibly lend out, and it's a terrible risk. I told you, even 
the bank turned me down." 

"A bank and a friend are two different things," Rose smiled warmly. "Would 
about twenty thousand make life any easier?" 

"Twenty thousand?" Tim's eyes widened in disbelief. It was slightly more 
than the highest figure he needed. "You have that much on hand?" 

"No, not actually," Rose replied, writing out a check. "I can give you five 
now, and the rest later in the week. I'll have to notify my bank in 
Phoenix." 

Crisply she tore the check out of the book, blew on it lightly to drink the 
ink, then placed it on the desk. 

"Rose, I...I don't know what to say..." 

"Don't worry about it. It'll be a strict-business loan, with papers and 
everything. I don't mind at all. After all, you started me in business, in a 
way." 

"What do you mean?" 

Rose reached into her purse again and withdrew three crisp twenty dollar 
bills. "I always swore I'd repay this," she said, placing them on top of the 
check. 

Tim Daltrey felt himself blush to the roots of his hair, and he didn't dare 
meet her eyes. "Rose...Rose...I feel so ashamed of that night. I behaved 
contemptibly, and I want you to know I know it." 

"It's all right. It's over now, water under the bridge. Everybody makes 
mistakes when they're young. Besides, it's all worked out for the best, 
hasn't it? Your life, my life, they've both worked out reasonably well. At 
least I have no complaints." 

Tim watched her, marveling at her cool elegance, and the apparent sincerity 
with which she assured him that the past was forgotten. 

"You're really quite a woman, Rose," he said admiringly, trying with no 
great success, to keep his eyes from wandering too frankly over the ripe 
lush curves of her silk-clad body. "I don't know how I can ever repay you 
for this." 

"I have a suggestion," the voluptuous brunette replied, rising from her 
chair and pacing with feline grace around the office. Tim felt his cock 
lurch once more to life at the sight of her voluptuous body. She certainly 
wasn't what he'd expected, not by a long shot. 

"What is it?" he asked, surprised to feel a sudden rush of sexual feeling of 
an intensity and kind that he had learned to keep at bay so well that he had 
forgotten it existed. 

"Make love to me." 

The words fell on his ears like thunder, and seemed to echo in the stillness 
of the room for a long moment after she said them. Tim felt his balls 
tighten with lust both at the words themselves and the way she said them, 
looking at him like a jungle cat from across the room, her scarlet lips 
moist and parted slightly so he could see the tiny tip of her pink tongue as 
it slithered lightly across her teeth, and the rise and fall of her 
cock-luring breasts as her breath came faster and faster. It was 
unbelievable. She'd only walked back into his life an hour ago, and here she 
was, looking like a pornographic fantasy come to life, actually 
propositioning him! 

As though hypnotized, the love-hungry businessman moved across his office 
toward her, his eyes riveted to the sultry outline of her petite, but 
appetizingly rounded body. At the thought of possessing her once more, after 
all these years, his penis pounded hotly against his thigh, and his throat 
suddenly felt dry. 

But even if there had been no store of half-buried memories of the enticing 
creature who stood before him to feed the fires of his imagination, he knew 
that his response would have been the same. For Rose Molina, he was sure, 
had enough physical charm to set a saint's mind wandering, much less a 
normal, full-bodied man in his prime, and particularly one who had learned, 
out of necessity, to suppress the more potent of his lustful urges through 
three years of being a widower, and thirteen years of marriage to a woman 
who, although beautiful, had little or no interest in the pleasure of the 
flesh. 

Just being near the dynamically exciting Latin beauty for little over an 
hour, he felt more lustily alive than he had in his entire marriage 
collectively. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out 
with his strong hands, tearing the clothes from her ripely inviting body, 
and fucking her like a demon. As it was, he grasped her shoulders softly, 
digging his fingers into the resilient olive-toned flesh as hard as he 
dared, his eyes drawn magnetically to the dark line of cleavage between her 
breasts as they rose and fell with her quickened breath. The two haughtily 
up-thrust mounds looked as soft and smooth and sweet as fresh cream, and the 
thought of what it would be like to sink his face between those two 
melon-like swells set his head spinning. When his voice finally came, it was 
thick with frank desire. 

"Whenever, wherever you want, Rose," he murmured huskily, his eyes fastening 
on hers hungrily. 

Soft as velvet, Rose took a step forward, her eyes locked with his, and 
slipped her tapered, well-manicured hands around his neck, lightly running 
her fingers around the rim of his collar and sending shivers up and down his 
spine. 

"Now?" she whispered quizzically, although her voice, too, betrayed a depth 
of emotion that Tim found flattering. 

For a moment his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You mean here?" he asked. "In 
my office?" 

Rose smiled and pressed the whole length of her full-fleshed body against 
his, so that her breasts nestled warmly against his rib cage, and his penis 
lurched crazily against her belly. Standing on tiptoe, she tilted her head 
to the side, snaked out her little pink tongue and licked lightly over the 
outer circumference of his ear. 

"What do you think I came back for, Tim?" she murmured. "I've waited sixteen 
years, I don't want to wait any longer." 

The lean blond businessman was half mad with desire, and his former 
girlfriend's tantalizing suggestion, coupled with the lewd probing of her 
tongue, was all the urging he needed. With a deep, savage groan, he suddenly 
threw caution to the winds and grabbed the petite, softly voluptuous 
brunette in his arms, passionately crushing her lush Spanish body against 
his own. They kissed harshly, cruelly, and Rose opened her mouth all the 
way, responding with violent delight now that her man had at last made his 
move. He pressed his wet tongue deeply into her mouth, and fiercely she 
accepted it, then pushed back with the pressure of her own tongue, which 
darted sensuously into his mouth, lewdly exploring the warm moist interior. 

Then Tim felt one hand loosen its hold around his neck and travel downward 
over his arm, his side and hips until it began to work its way between their 
feverishly embracing bodies, down, down between his legs until it found the 
thickly throbbing bulge of his desire-hungry cock. Skillfully she began to 
massage it so that the long shaft and painfully sensitized head became 
ablaze with obscene, long-repressed desire. 

Groaning deeply, Tim began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. Beneath it 
she was wearing only a sheer black nylon slip, of the expensive variety, 
with a built-in brassiere which, while it supported her perfectly shaped, 
pink-tipped breasts, did almost nothing to conceal them. His blood pounding 
hotly in his temples, Tim gripped the two lush mounds in his hands, savoring 
the soft combination of silky fabric and tender flesh and the sweet musky 
scent that seemed to rise naturally from her body. Her breasts were too 
large for his hands to contain entirely, but he could feel the nipples grow 
taut against his palms, tightening into two hard little peas under his 
touch. 

Rose sighed seductively with pleasure and letting her head fall backward and 
her eyes close, she lowered the zipper of his pants and slipped one hand 
boldly inside and through the front opening of his briefs to find his eager, 
lust-bloated penis. With deft fingers, she withdrew its heatedly throbbing 
length and expertly eased back the protective foreskin, exposing the blunt 
red-flushed head. Her fingers stroked teasingly down along the fleshy column 
and then closed hotly around it, making a vise-like pressure with her fist. 

"Mmmmm!" she murmured in a soft voice, "it's so big! I'd forgotten how big 
you are, Tim, and now it's even better than it was before." 

Moving with instinctive sureness, the aroused executive began pulling at her 
tight skirt, raising it until it was bunched around her hips, the hem barely 
reaching to the top of her roundly fleshed thighs. He ran his hands over the 
exposed flesh of her legs above her stockings and then began worming his 
outstretched middle finger slowly up under the tight elastic leg band of her 
sheer black panties. 

Her pubic hair felt moist and furry, and his extended finger, moving almost 
as though it had eyes of its own, quickly found the warm fleshy slit nestled 
at the center of the thickly curling strands. He began finger-fucking up and 
down the entire length of the heated little furrow from the tiny quivering 
bud of her already aroused clitoris to the soft, buttery entrance of her 
cuntal passage. Rose groaned wildly in delight and ground her loins forward 
against his hand, while her newly rediscovered lover slipped two fingers up 
into her creamy vaginal softness, gently stretching the interior of the 
moist channel, moving deeper and deeper with lurid, insinuating strokes. The 
statuesque brunette seemed to relish his every sexual advance, and as his 
fingers found their way deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping pussy, she 
began violently pumping her pelvis back and forth, forcing his thick fingers 
even farther up into her obscenely eager cunt. 

"What a man you are, Tim," she crooned, clinging tightly to his neck with 
one hand, while the other continued its wildly erotic stroking of his cock. 
"I want to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me cam right now, like this! From 
the minute I walked in here I've wanted you to fuck me!" 

Her explicit language added fuel to the fire of Tim's smoldering animal lust 
that now pervaded every part of him. In response to her plea, he withdrew 
his fingers from the hot, fleshy depths of her cunt and gently pried her 
fingers loose from the thick circumference of his heatedly aroused cock. 

"Don't go away," he smiled, his voice throaty with desire. "I'm just going 
to lock the door. And then I'm going to fuck you so good, you won't see 
straight for a week." 

"Do it, lover," Rose replied, her eyes glazed with obvious desire. "Do it 
now! Jesus Maria, do it now!" 

Swiftly, Tim locked the door, closed the blinds, and took the phone off the 
hook. When he turned back to Rose, he was amazed to see that she had used 
the time to strip herself nearly naked. Her silk suit was draped casually 
over the arm of the couch, her pearls and panties were flung carelessly 
beside them. All she was wearing was her short, sheer nylon slip, her black 
garter belt, stockings, and high heels. And, as Tom watched, thunderstruck, 
she slowly crossed her hands in front of her, gripped the hem of her scanty 
chemise and began raising it over her head. He watched, mesmerized, as first 
the thick triangle of her darkly curling pubic hair came into view, then her 
firm, slightly rounded abdomen and the soft flare of her hip-flesh, and then 
the up-thrust roundness of her voluptuously shaped breasts. She tossed the 
slip aside and, her eyes still fastened on those of the hotly excited 
businessman who had once been her lover, she loosened her hair so that it 
fell freely around her face in black, glistening waves. Then she leaned back 
against his desk, supporting herself on her hands, and slowly, deliberately, 
spread the sculpted columns of her thighs so that Tim could see just a trace 
of her wetly glistening pink cuntal split. 

"Fuck me, Tim," she groaned, almost incoherent in her torrid need for him. 
"Shove your beautiful long cock right up into me. Now!" 

Within seconds, the muscular executive had stripped off his own clothes and 
bounded across the room, seizing her scantily clad form in his strong arms 
and burying his head between the fleshy mounds of her nakedly quivering 
breasts, licking the light film of salty-sweet perspiration that had 
gathered on her skin, then seizing first one ajjd then the other berry-like 
tip between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery 
hardness. 

"Oh yes!" Rose moaned, "Like that! Hard! Oh! That's the way I like it!" Her 
own hands had again grasped his hotly pulsing cock, but Tim felt himself so 
aroused that he was afraid he would cum right then and there. He wanted to 
save it until he could let it go off like a skyrocket deep inside her wetly 
seething vaginal flesh, and he stopped the tantalizing movement of her 
hands. Rose pulled back slightly, as though she'd suddenly had a new idea. 

"Do you like it standing up?" she asked mischievously. 

"Baby, today for you, I'd do it standing on my head!" Tim answered hotly. 

"Then brace yourself, here I come!" And steadying herself with her hands 
against his shoulders, the petite brunette suddenly pushed herself upward, 
leaping into his arms, her legs winding around his hips. "Guide yourself 
in," she urged, and as soon as she was certain his penis was in position, 
she began lowering her rounded buttocks slowly, slithering downward on his 
body like a snake, until Tim felt his cock against the moistly pulsing 
entrance to her cunt. Wriggling her hips in a lewd circular motion, she 
began impaling herself on the thick girth of his lustily palpitating staff, 
sucking it up inside her hungry cunt little by little, each delicious motion 
sending hot thrills of mounting sensual urgency through his loins. Finally, 
he was all the way in and could feel the tender, cushiony hardness of her 
cervix pressing against the blunt sensitive tip of his aching hot cock. 

Rose now lowered one leg so that her toes could brace against the floor, and 
Tim slipped his hands behind her and seized the full, fleshy half-moons of 
her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter against 
him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, 
slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Rose arched her body to receive 
him, clinging to his shoulders and digging her nails into his back, her head 
thrown back and her features contorted in a grimace of ecstasy. 

"Stick your finger in my ass-hole," she whispered hotly. "I want to feel you 
everywhere at once." 

"Any way you want it, sweetheart," Tim replied lustily, searching with his 
finger in the deep, narrow crevice of her anal furrow until he found the 
tightly puckered ring of her rectum. For a moment he probed teasingly around 
the pulsating entrance, taunting her and refusing to go in. He could feel 
her whole body tensed with excitement, and she thrust her hips backwards, as 
though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up 
inside her nether hole. Finally, he gave her, her wish and jammed his middle 
finger up her anus to the first knuckle. 

"Ahhhhh!" Rose moaned, as a burning sensation seared hotly through her 
doubly speared loins. 

Tim thrust again, up to the second knuckle, beginning to take an almost 
sadistic pleasure in his own actions and in the response to the lewdly 
pinioned firebrand whose body was pressed tightly against his own. Despite 
obvious pain, she screwed her buttocks back on his finger, driving it all 
the way up inside the tight rubbery warmth of her rectum. He could feel his 
own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated her two furiously 
contracting passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her 
clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigid penis. 

Tim's body was sleek with sweat now, and his every muscle felt newly alive 
as he moved against her with strength and precision. It was inconceivable to 
him that this could actually be happening, and the awareness that he was 
standing up naked in his own office, fucking the hell out of the beautiful 
brunette while his fingers sluiced lewdly in and out of her straining anus, 
only added to the demon sexual drive that consumed him. He felt like a bull, 
as though he could fuck her like this for hours, days, and still never have 
enough of her warmly welcoming body. He pumped his hips violently, and his 
long hard cock drove into her tender moistness with the force of his rampant 
desire. 

Rose's face twisted in ecstatic torment under his thrusts, and her breath 
came in short animal-like gasps, but her naked body didn't pause a second in 
its eager undulation. Tim's blood-engorged shaft tore into her like a 
weapon, and his finger rammed painfully into her burning rectal depths, but 
she loved it! The harder it was, the more it turned her on! 

"UUUUNNNGGHH!" Tim snarled, savoring the conquered, submissive look in her 
formerly cool, composed eyes. She was like a wild animal now, raking her 
long nails over the nipples on his chest so fiercely that he thought the 
pain would make his cock explode. His impatiently churning cum was beginning 
to surge and gather, obscenely bloating the sac of his testicles, and 
feeling his orgasm approaching, he redoubled the intensity of his fucking. 

Rose sensed the change in him, and at the same time, felt herself jolted by 
her own sudden explosive bursts of passion. Her cuntal walls quaked 
furiously as her climax drew nearer. 

"I...I'm...cu...cumming," she mewled. "Oh Christ! I'm cummmiiinnngg!" 

Tim, too, was at the bursting point. He suddenly stiffened his body where he 
stood, as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, and his madly 
jerking cock exploded with a rush of scalding cum. 

"AAAAAANNNGGGHH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he cried out, as a torrent of thick 
white semen jetted out of his swollen cock-head into the hungrily sucking 
mouth of Rose's womb. 

Her own cuntal juices flowed like hot honey as she felt her convulsing 
vaginal cavern fill with the warm wetness of Tim's boiling seed. Her 
wantonly writhing body was rocked by tremors as the earthquake force of 
orgasm consumed her. It seemed to be happening everywhere at once in her 
cunt in her rectum even in the hardened tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts, 
and she could do nothing except surrender to its overwhelming force! 

Finally, their mutual passion subsided and came to its natural completion. 
Bracing herself with a hand on his desk. Rose let her feet rest firmly on 
the ground again while Tim withdrew his finger from her hotly clenching anus 
with a pop and his softening penis slid wetly out of her vagina. For a long 
moment they stood silently, each leaning naked against the desk, while their 
minds as well as their bodies drifted slowly back to earth. Finally they 
opened their eyes and looked at each other. 

"Oh Rose!" Tim sighed, taking her still-trembling form into his arms, 
"Welcome home." 

"It was almost worth waiting so long for," she murmured lazily into his 
shoulder. 

Tim couldn't see it, but she was smiling a tiny cold catlike smile, and her 
eyes had a strange glint in them. Enjoy it while you can, my friend. she 
thought, because this is only the beginning. Only the beginning. 

CHAPTER THREE 

While Tim and Rose were busily renewing old acquaintances, Jose, Rose's 
hyper-sexed chauffeur, was in the process of carrying out the instructions 
his voluptuous employer had given him that morning. After dropping his sexy 
brunette boss off at Tim's office, he slipped out of his chauffeur's jacket 
and cap, leaving himself attired in a pair of tight, dark trousers, a 
form-fitting tailored shirt of pale yellow, and a black silk tie. 

"Might as well get rid of that, too," he decided, sliding the restraining 
strip of material out from under his collar. "These gringo chicks go for the 
casual approach." He checked out his appearance in the mirror of the plush 
wine-colored Lincoln Continental, and when he was satisfied with it, he 
reached into his wallet and removed a neatly folded newspaper clipping. On 
it was a photograph of an attractive blonde teenager. Her evenly spaced 
features smiled directly at the camera from beneath a cloud of long hair 
that fanned out from the elongated oval of her' face, drifting like a gentle 
cloud down to just touch her shoulders. "Valedictorian of the graduating 
class of Desert 

Pine Junior High School, Beth Daltrey", the caption read, "daughter of Mr. 
Timothy Daltrey of Sunset Drive, and the late Mrs. Myrna Daltrey." He 
studied the photograph for a few minutes, so he would be sure to recognize 
the girl in the library where the private detective Rose employed had said 
she worked after school. 

"Some parts of this job I don't like," he reflected as he gazed at the 
clear-eyed girl's image. "But on the other hand, some parts aren't bad, not 
bad at all." 

Checking out his looks once more, the wiry young chauffeur put the photo 
back in his pocket, got out of the car and locked it, and made his way down 
a mimosa-shaded street toward an old stone building set back on a sloping 
lawn that was the branch library. He didn't know why his scheming employer 
was so interested in this jail-bait Daltrey girl, but like she always said, 
he wasn't paid to ask questions. 

* * * 

From the minute the good-looking, dark-haired boy walked into the library, 
Beth Daltrey couldn't help but notice him. She knew most of the local people 
at least by sight, and the fact that he was a stranger was the first thing 
that attracted her attention. He looked Latin, probably Mexican, the fifteen 
year old blonde reflected, as she watched him stroll through the shelves of 
books, but there was something about him that seemed continually to draw her 
eyes back to him as she sat at the low desk addressing overdue notices to 
the library's subscribers. 

For one thing, he was very handsome, she decided, glancing surreptitiously 
at his fine, sharp profile, noting the sensual fullness of his lips, which 
almost seemed not to fit with the sculpted quality of his high cheekbones 
and long, straight nose. Also, he was very well dressed expensively, in 
fact, which definitely set him apart from most of the Mexicans she knew. 
Although they were usually neat, their low level of income relative to the 
local Anglos generally confined their wardrobes to variations on dungarees 
and T-shirts, while this boy looked as though he'd just stepped out of the 
men's fashion pages of the Sunday Magazine. In fact, to Tim Daltrey's 
dutiful and somewhat naive daughter, he looked...mysterious, in a way that 
piqued her curiosity and interest. 

Although the attractive blonde teenager was unaware of it, Rose Molina's 
chauffeur was also taking every opportunity that offered itself to look her 
over too. He was pleased to see that the photo in the paper wasn't 
deceptive, that it had underplayed the attractiveness of the curvaceous 
adolescent rather than over-flattered it. Of course, he didn't dare be too 
obvious about his interest, for that might put her off, but when she rose 
from her chair to get another stack of cards from the tile drawer, he let 
his eyes wander quickly over her body from top to toe. 

She was wearing a light blue pleated skirt which came to mid-thigh, 
revealing a pair of long tapering legs already slightly brown from the 
spring sun. He liked legs like that, "American legs", he called them, to 
distinguish them from the shorter, more rounded limbs of most of the Mexican 
women he knew. Over the skirt she wore a demure white blouse of which only 
the top button was open so that he could see little of her fair skin. But 
from the way the blouse clung to the two pear-shaped young mounds of her 
breasts, he could tell that she wasn't one of those skinny, brittle gringo 
chicks, that looked as though a strong wind could blow them over. No, this 
one was all woman...or will be, he reflected darkly, by the time I'm through 
with her Finally he decided it was time to move, and he sauntered casually 
over to the desk, curving his features into the most engaging smile he could 
manage. 

" 'Scuse me, Senorita," he began, adopting more of a Latin accent than he 
actually possessed, "I'm new here, and I want to improve my English 
language. Could you maybe suggest me some good books?" 

"Why yes, I think so," Beth replied easily, smiling at him and then quickly 
turning her eyes away. "What are you interested in? Hobbies, or novels, or 
poetry. . . " 

"Novels, I think. Something romantic." Beth glanced quickly at him, and felt 
a flutter of excitement as he smiled down at her. Living alone with her 
widowed father, Beth hadn't done much dating in the year since her father 
had given her permission to do so. Somewhat shy, she found it difficult to 
indulge in the easy banter through which most teenagers her age made contact 
with the opposite sex. Those boys who had asked her out generally didn't 
make a second date, after they discovered that Beth Daltrey, despite her 
blonde good looks and excitingly developed figure, was definitely a "good" 
girl. Not that she'd often had to fight any of them off. There was an 
inherent innocence and reserve about the blue-eyed fifteen year old that 
prevented any guy from even trying. 

In fact, Beth had begun to wonder why she never seemed to have the kind of 
experiences some of her girlfriends described. It seemed they were always 
having to slap the wandering hands of the local boys on their Saturday night 
dates, while she usually arrived home early, her hair not even mussed, and 
was left at the door with a handshake. It had even begun to bother her a 
little, for she was reaching an age when her own feelings of interest in the 
opposite sex were definitely on the upswing. Indeed, she often thought 
romantically of what it would be like to fall in love, to sink into the 
strong arms of a man and have him kiss her meltingly on the lips for the 
first time, like the heroines in the books she read. Something about the 
engaging smile on the face of the young man standing in front of her 
reminded her of her romantic fantasies, and her heart seemed to skip a beat 
as she moved around from the back of the desk and walked with him to the 
shelf containing classic English-language novels. 

"Here's one you might like," she suggested, taking a copy of Wuthering 
Heights from the shelf. "It's very romantic, and not too difficult either, 
if you're not used to reading in English. It's one of my favorites." 

"If you like this book, Senorita, I think I like it. too," Jose replied. "I 
think I take this one " 

"Are you a subscriber?" Beth asked, making her way back to the desk, feeling 
strangely excited by his obvious attention. 

"What's that'. '" 

'I mean do you have a library card here?" 

"No, I just come to Albuquerque this week." 

"Well, it's no problem. I'll just make out a card for you now." 

Beth took out an application form, and they leaned over opposite sides of 
the desk while she asked him for the information required. 

"Name?" 

"Jose Rodriguez." 

"Address?" 

"Rancho Albuquerque, R.D. 3." 

"Rancho Albuquerque? Why, I thought that place was closed." 

"The lady I work for, she buy it for a house. 

We just move in. 

"Oh, I see. And what sort of work do you do?" 

"I drive car. Chauffeur, I think you call it, yes?" 

"Yes, that's right. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't allow smoking in the library," 
she said, as Jose took a pack of Camels out of his shirt pocket and was 
about to light one. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe...maybe there is someplace we could go and have a soda 
together, and there I could smoke, too?" 

Beth flushed at his sudden invitation. He said it so nicely that she was 
taken off guard, for ordinarily she wouldn't have considered an invitation 
from a total stranger. However, if he was new in town, he must be lonely, 
and he certainly seemed like a pleasant person. Still, she hesitated. She 
didn't want him to think she was an easy pickup. 

"Oh, thank you," she said shyly, "but I don't know if I should, you see I 
work until five 

"It's almost five now." 

"Yes, but you see I have to be home to fix dinner for my father when he 
comes home from work." 

"Senorita, please don't think I am too forward, but if you would do me the 
honor to come for a soda with me, I can drive you home in the car of the 
lady I work for. I have an hour before I have to meet her. And...perhaps I 
could meet your father and ask his permission to take you to the movies some 
evening. 

Beth could feel herself blush to the roots of her hair at his disarming 
suggestion. She was sure there couldn't be any harm in having a soda with a 
young man so obviously well-bred and polite. 

"Well, yes, all right," she finally assented. "Just let me finish up here 
and I'm sure I'd have enough time." 

Duck soup, the amoral young seducer reflected triumphantly, as he watched 
her luscious teenage form bustling around the library. This is gonna be 
easier than I thought. 

* * * 

A little less than an hour later, Beth found herself in the plush, 
leather-upholstered front seat of Rose Molina's Lincoln, on the way back to 
her own house. 

Tim Daltrey's blonde daughter felt as though the time were speeding at an 
unusually rapid rate, for when Jose eased the large car into a space in fron 
of the empty lot at the corner of her block, she was almost regretful that 
their date was over so soon. It seemed to Beth that she had known the 
handsome young man forever, since they had talked easily and animatedly 
together for nearly an hour. Also, the burgeoning excitement she had begun 
to feel from the minute he approached her in the library had, if anything, 
intensified rather than abated. It was a strange sensation, a little like 
butterflies in her stomach that seemed to flutter in agitation whenever the 
dark young chauffeur smiled at her or touched her. Taking a corner sharply, 
her body had been thrown against his, sliding across the seat with no will 
of its own, and the momentary feeling of his warm, muscular flesh affected 
the curvaceous young blonde like an electric shock. She even felt little 
tingling sensations down there, in between her legs, and her whole body felt 
flushed and shivery. 

"I don't think my father is home yet," she said, once the huge Lincoln was 
parked. "His car isn't in the driveway." 

"Maybe we can wait for him?" Jose asked, looking at his watch. I still have 
some time before I have to go meet my boss. 

"Well, I have to go soon," Beth said. "But maybe I can stay just a few more 
minutes." 

She knew it wasn't quite right to sit out in the car with Jose parked in 
front of the vacant lot. That was the sort of thing that started the 
neighbors talking. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to leave, not yet. 
It was as though she were fascinated, even hypnotized by the compelling, 
dark-haired young man who had driven her home, and she rationalized her 
thoughts of the disapproval of the neighbors, even her own father, right out 
of her mind. 

"I'm glad you stay, even for a few minutes," 

Jose was saying, as his arm snaked out along the back of the seat until his 
fingers were nearly touching the bright strands of her blonde hair. "I'm 
glad. And I'm glad I meet you today, too, Beth. I want to see you again, 
very much." 

"I do, too," Tim's young daughter found herself saying. 

For a long moment, Jose gazed soulfully into her eyes, and then let his 
glance wander downwards to her soft pink lips. Beth felt his arm ease down 
onto her shoulder, and then he was drawing her closer, and shifting his own 
body over the shiny leather upholstery of the car seat. 

"Oh yes," he breathed, "I am very glad I meet you." 

Beth felt faint as she realized the handsome older boy was about to kiss 
her. Softly his lips grazed her forehead and her cheeks, and then finally 
pressed against her own. His lips opened slightly, so he could seize the 
soft lush curvature of hers, nipping them gently, then pressing down with a 
tiny circular motion that made the naive teenager feel as though she were 
melting from within in a lovely fire. Both his arms encircled her trembling 
shoulders, and he held her close, caressing her back and stroking her soft 
blonde hair, while his lips pressed down on hers with increasing urgency. 
And then suddenly he pulled away slightly. 

"I'm sorry," he apologized, in a voice that trembled with emotion. "I 
shouldn't do that so soon. But I couldn't help it." He looked at her 
apologetically. "Now maybe you don't want to see me anymore, yes?" 

Still nearly dizzy from the effects of his kiss, the first real kiss she had 
ever received, Beth could hardly find her voice at first. She was touched by 
his concern, and at the same time flattered that he found her so attractive. 
"Oh no, Jose, I'm not angry," she finally managed to say. "In fact I...I 
think I wanted you to do that." 

The admission shocked her, but even as she said it, the pretty adolescent 
realized it was true. Jose made her feel differently than any boy she had 
ever met. It seemed so natural, so right, to let herself slip into his arms 
that way, not like the other boys she'd gone out with, who hadn't really 
tempted her at all. So, when she found it happening a second time, his arms 
circling her and drawing her close again, she was even more receptive. Her 
own, barely touched feminine instincts seemed to take over, propelling her 
arms upward to embrace him in return, and this time when his lips sought 
hers, she kissed him back. 

Inwardly, Rose Molina's corrupt employee exulted at the ease with which the 
pretty gringo girl surrendered to him. Nor were his feelings strictly those 
of accomplishing what he had set out to do on Rose's instructions, although 
a certain male sense of conquest was certainly part of them. Besides that, 
though, he was definitely excited by the long-legged blonde girl, and his 
cock was straining against the confines of his tight trousers as he kissed 
her harder this time, his tongue licking softly over the tender contours of 
her lips, forcing them open slightly, so it could dart inside her mouth and 
explore the white wall of her perfect teeth, and the soft underside of her 
lips. There was nothing the depraved Mexican liked better than the process 
of breaking down a woman's resistance until she was a helpless slave to her 
own desire for him. And this little blonde...well, she was restoring his 
sense of maleness after the superior condescension he had to endure from the 
sensual older woman he worked for. It was going to be a real pleasure to 
lead this one down the path of degradation, a real pleasure. 

As he felt her response heighten and intensify, he began letting his hands 
wander more freely over her trembling young form. Still keeping one arm 
around her shoulders, he let the other travel around to her side, stroking 
it up and down from her armpit to her waist, and up over the sensitive flesh 
of her upper arm, working his way little by little around to the front of 
her body until finally he slipped his hand in between their tightly 
embracing forms, and with one movement, closed it over the surface of her 
small round breast. At the same time, his lips abandoned hers and, bending 
her backwards against the back of the car seat, he began whirling his tongue 
in the small shell-pink orifice of her ear, blowing little warm currents of 
air inside, then licked lightly down the side of her neck to her shoulders, 
all the while murmuring insincere words of endearment and admiration for her 
youthful beauty. 

Beth could hardly believe what was happening. Her breath came in short 
little gasps as Jose's lips and hand continued their tantalizing 
ministrations. She knew she should stop him, break away, but she felt 
powerless, as though all the strength was being drained out of her muscles 
and she was helpless before the persuasive onslaught of his sensuality. 
Somehow her arms were up around his neck, pressing him closer, and she 
moaned softly, unconsciously, as she felt herself surrender to the Mexican 
boy's embraces. 

Now his hand snaked down to the hem of her skirt and deftly slipped 
underneath. He pressed his lips down on hers again, this time more hungrily, 
and at the same time, his hand slid upward over the smooth flesh of her 
naked thigh until his fingers reached the tight elastic leg band of her 
panties. Tracing its outline, he followed it around her leg, gently forcing 
her thighs apart just enough so that he could fit his palm between them. 
Then he placed his hand directly on top of the soft, heated mound of her 
pussy, his cock throbbing lustily as he felt the dampness of her crotch 
band, a certain sigh that she was definitely enjoying what was happening. 

His rapid movements took only a fraction of a second, and since Beth wasn't 
expecting them, she had not the slightest resistance prepared. But, when she 
felt his fingers graze the most private part of her body, a shudder seemed 
to ricochet through her young frame, dizzying in its intensity, making her 
feel pleasurably faint and weak, and at the same time charging her with a 
kind of intense excitement she had never felt before. For an instant, it 
felt as though her center of gravity had shifted to that sensitive spot 
between her legs that Jose was gently probing with his fingers, and at the 
same time, she felt a rush of moisture cascading out from deep inside her 
and spreading over the already moist fabric of her thin panties. 

"No...No, Jose, I...I have to leave now..." she murmured confusedly, pulling 
away from him to the far side of the car seat and rapidly rearranging her 
disordered clothes. "My...my father will be home soon." 

"I come to the library tomorrow," Jose declared. 

"No! It's closed tomorrow. The schools are too. There's a statewide 
teacher's meeting, and the librarian will be out of town." 

Jose thought for a moment. "Then you are free all day tomorrow?" 

"Yes, I am." 

"Would you come to visit me at my house? In the afternoon?" 

"Oh Jose, I don't know...don't you have to work?" 

"Not in the afternoon, no. I would come to get you, but I must work in the 
morning. I tell you what. You know how to get to the Rancho?" 

"Yes, but. . . " 

"Come to the Rancho, then; go around to the back and look up to the window 
on the top floor. If it's open, come in the back door and up the stairs, all 
the way to the top. There are two doors, one to the left, one straight 
ahead, a new one. That's the one you want." 

"I...I don't think I should," Beth objected weakly. 

"Don't give me an answer now, then. Just come if you can, okay?" 

"Okay." Feeling somewhat more composed now, although still trembling with 
arousal, the blonde teenager let herself out of the long shiny car and 
closed the door behind her. "Well, good-bye," she said uncertainly, still 
not able to tear herself completely away. 

Jose slid across the car seat and grasped her hand, which was resting on the 
window. He brought it to his lips, turned it over, and kissed her lightly on 
the palm and wrist, running his I tongue along the smooth skin. Beth once 
again felt the warm, liquid sensation in the pit of her stomach. 

"Until tomorrow?" Jose asked hopefully, his brown eyes looking longingly 
into hers. 

"I...I don't know. I'll try. I have to go now," she finished lamely. And 
before the dark-eyed seducer could stop her, she pulled her hand away and 
ran across the street toward her house, her pleated skirt flaring outward 
and giving him tantalizing glimpses of her long, shapely legs. 

Jose watched her, his hand dropping lewdly to massage the pulsing mound of 
his cock and balls. "You'll come," he thought lasciviously, "if not 
tomorrow, soon. And then, my little blonde cunt, you really have a 
surprise!" He started the car, eased it out of the parking space and headed 
for Tim Daltrey's office to pick up his boss. 

Rose should be pleased with the way things had gone, maybe pleased enough to 
be very nice to him tonight, very nice indeed! 

* * * 

Tim got home late that evening, having had to wait at his office until 
Rose's chauffeur came to get her, a task he hadn't minded in the slightest. 
By the time he arrived, Beth had dinner almost completely ready. Indeed, she 
was grateful for his lateness, since it gave her a chance to calm herself 
and arrange her thoughts and still the sensual trembling that assaulted her 
body whenever she thought of Jose. 

She was also glad that her father, while very cheerful that evening, didn't 
seem to want to talk a great deal. He was probably preoccupied with business 
matters, she decided. It was hard for him right now, she knew. In fact, she 
was surprised to find herself looking at her parent from a somewhat 
different perspective than usual. Her own sudden sexual awakening appeared 
to have made everything slightly different, and for the first time, she 
found herself looking at Tim, not just as her father, but as a man. Indeed, 
when he helped her clear off the table and do the dishes, she was shocked to 
find her eyes wandering to the slight bulge discernible in his trousers and 
realized for the first time that her father was very attractive, that he 
must have feelings like her own, even those dangerously exciting feelings 
she had experienced with Jose so shortly before, in the front seat of his 
boss's car. Had he and her mother felt that way for each other, she 
wondered. Was that what it meant to fall in love? She frowned slightly at 
that. Her memories of her mother didn't include anything that she could 
relate to such things. And yet her parents had made love she was the proof 
of that. Her father's hands had wandered over her mother's body even more 
intimately than Jose's had touched her own. 

To her surprise, the thought caused a resurgence of the dizzying sexual 
feeling she had only recently experienced for the first time, and when, a 
few minutes later, she announced that she was going upstairs to do her 
homework and her father put his arm around her shoulder to kiss her good 
night, she was even more surprised to discover that it affected her almost 
the way Jose's kisses had, though not as strongly. That had never happened 
before. Always she had felt completely at ease with her father, hugging and 
kissing him with all the naive playfulness of a puppy. But now, suddenly, 
she felt herself pulling away slightly, as though for some strange reason, 
she instinctively was exercising the same sort of control with him that she 
knew was necessary with Jose. 

The thought was vaguely disturbing, but strangely exciting, too, and Beth 
was too naive and inexperienced to consider that possibly, just possibly, 
there were dangers attached to the warm feelings of desire that seemed to 
crowd in on her from every side. It did not occur to her that, unleashed 
completely, with no preparation or understanding, she could find herself 
swept up in a whirlpool of passionate emotion that could have cataclysmic 
effects. No, they were so new and delightful that she was content to enjoy 
them, and all evening long she discovered that they easily crowded out her 
concentration on her school work. Finally, she decided to put off her work 
and climb into bed to watch the stars and think about all that had happened 
to her that day. 

Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and put on the short, frilly nightgown 
that she wore to bed. She thought the coolness of the sheets on her body 
would cool down the warm flush on her skin, but even that familiar sensation 
worked differently than usual. The smooth percale made her quiveringly aware 
of every portion of her lithe young body, particularly the narrow cleft, 
lightly fringed with delicate tendrils of softly curling blonde hair that 
nestled at the juncture of her thighs. 

Unconsciously, she found her hands wandering downward to touch that 
mysterious place. It gave her a forbidden thrill to place her small fingers 
on the sweet moist surface and graze her fingertips over the hard little 
button of flesh at the top. In face, it was almost as exciting as when Jose 
had touched her there, for he had been outside of her panties, and now, 
alone in her own bed, she was free to touch her sparsely haired cuntal slit 
all naked. 

Dreamily, the aroused young teenager sank back into the pillows, both hands 
clutched over the steadily moistening mound of her cunt. 

It seemed as though she barely had to touch it at all for delicious 
sensations to rush through her whole body, and gradually her explorations 
became more intense. Her fingers pressed the tiny button of her clitoris, 
and at the same time, she bore downward with her hips, increasing the 
tantalizing sensation even more. As she became more and more aroused, she 
rotated her middle finger in tight little circles, and involuntarily kicked 
off the covers as she twisted and turned sensuously on the bed. 

Suddenly, her eye was caught by her own reflection in the mirror on the 
bureau opposite the bed. She was shocked at the sight that met her eyes. 
There she was, nearly naked on her own bed, her skin flushed with sensual 
heat, her blonde hair disordered and her fingers lewdly pressed against her 
own vagina! What if her father should come in and find her that way? 

The thought of her tall, good-looking parent coming into the room 
unexpectedly amazingly served to increase her feelings of newly awakened 
desire. It was ridiculous, but true, she thought. Jose had had such a potent 
effect on her that she now found herself excited at the thought of being 
discovered tickling herself down there by her own father! With a low moan, 
she turned over on the bed, breathing quickly, her mind swimming with 
confused images of Jose and her father, while the feathery palpitations 
between her legs churned irresistibly. Not aware yet of the release she 
would find if she fingered herself more intensely, the confused young girl 
finally fell into a deep sleep. Even in her dreams, however, the two men 
still appeared, sometimes separately, sometimes melting strangely into one. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

At noon the next day, Rose Molina was seated at a window on the third floor 
of the Rancho, smoking cigarette after cigarette, her eyes riveted to the 
spot several hundred yards distant where the bus from Albuquerque deposited 
passengers every twenty minutes. After each bus left, with no sign of Tim 
Daltrey's fifteen year old daughter, the sultry Mexican paced restlessly 
around the small room, her own room in days gone by and the only section of 
the third floor that had been left relatively unchanged in her remodeling. 
Even the furniture was the same as when she had occupied the room, and the 
sight of the memory-laden objects only heightened her desire for her vicious 
plan to get underway. 

Of course, there was no guarantee that the girl would come today. Jose had 
told her it wasn't definite, and it was perfectly possible that she would be 
too scared, too uptight to take him up on his invitation, at least not so 
soon. But Rose Molina was banking on a number of intangibles, not the least 
of which were bloodlines. Beth's mother had been a goody-goody, too, but it 
hadn't stopped her from hopping into bed with the first available male and 
even getting herself pregnant when she decided it was time for a husband. 
And Rose knew from past and present experience that the easiest way to get 
to Tim Daltrey was through his cock. If there was any truth to heredity, the 
girl would come. And when she did . . . 

The attractive dark-haired woman found her heart beating faster with 
anticipation. She had planned it in her mind for so long, ever since she 
discovered that she could put to good use the skills she had learned so 
willingly, so trustingly, from Tim Daltrey in this very room so long ago, 
the intuitive gift she had for pleasing and exciting men. It wasn't what she 
wanted, but once she adjusted to the fact that she had few other 
alternatives, she had played her cards cleverly, and for high stakes. 

She smiled as she thought of her statement to Tim the day before. After all, 
you started me in business, in a way. The dumb cluck hadn't even noticed it, 
his eyes were bulging so much with ogling the check she was writing and the 
calculatedly alluring curves of her elegantly dressed body. Well, soon he'd 
remember it, and he'd understand it, too. In a way, she was doing the girl a 
favor. Women's liberationists were always talking about the need for women 
to have a career well, she was letting Beth in on the ground floor of the 
world's oldest profession, and Rose was going to see to it that she got 
started early, a few months younger even, than she herself had been. And by 
the time she was finished with the little blonde bitch. Tim Daltrey would 
know she'd paid back his three twenty dollar bills with interest. 

Another big yellow bus was lumbering up the road, and the svelte brunette 
positioned herself to the side of the window, where she could see without 
being seen. Her whole body tensed when, after the bus pulled away, she saw a 
single solitary figure crossing the road and heading up the long dirt 
driveway that led to the house. It was a slender blonde girl, clad in a pair 
of pale blue denims and a bright red wrap-around blouse. 

"Jose!" Rose called excitedly to her chauffeur, who was stretched out on his 
bed in the next room reading comic books. "I think she's here!" 

A few seconds later, the wiry young man, clad only in a pair of tight black 
nylon briefs, joined her at the window. "Yeah, that's her, all right." he 
assented, watching Beth make her way up the drive. "Nice piece of ass, eh?" 

"She'll do. Get away from the window now. I don't want her to see us. You 
remember everything I told you?" 

Jose smiled darkly. "I remember. I'm even looking forward to it." 

"Good. Go into your room now and wait for her." 

As soon as she was alone again. Rose went to the wall that divided the small 
room from Jose's. 

Although the room was almost the same as it had been sixteen years ago, 
there were some changes. Pulling back a set of drapes, she revealed a window 
that looked directly onto Jose's bed. From his side of the wall, it looked 
like a large innocuous mirror. And on a table directly in front of the 
window, was a new 8mm movie camera. 

* * * 

A few moments later, Beth was making her way stealthily up the back stairs 
leading to Jose's room. Luckily, she hadn't met anyone so far, though in a 
way, she had been half-hoping she would, that someone would appear and 
challenge her right to be there, giving her an excuse to retreat. But no one 
appeared Rose had even sent the two old Mexican servants into town for the 
afternoon to make sure nothing happened to scare the girl away, in case she 
did come. Now, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest, the fifteen 
year old blonde stood on the top landing, facing Jose's door just ahead of 
her and, on the left, the older door that led -although she was unaware of 
it into the room that contained Rose Molina and the movie camera. 

All the way out on the bus Beth had been arguing the wisdom of what she was 
doing. She knew her father wouldn't approve, and she wasn't even certain she 
approved herself. To come to the room of a strange young man, one whom she'd 
only met yesterday for the first time, and who had made it perfectly plain 
that her physical charms weren't the least thing that had attracted him to 
her, she was sure was a mistake. 

And yet, even knowing it was unwise, she had felt unable to restrain herself 
from coming. All morning, while she washed her hair and ironed her blouse, 
then raced through her household chores, she had told herself she wouldn't 
go. But when everything was done, she had locked the door behind her and 
made her way to the bus station as though there had never been any doubt in 
her mind what she would do. 

Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Beth was about to knock on Jose's 
door when suddenly it opened, and the handsome youth was beckoning her 
inside. 

"I saw you coming," he explained warmly, once she was inside the door. "All 
morning I have watched the buses." 

Now that she was here at last, Beth found her courage failing. She was also 
a little shocked at the scantiness of Jose's attire, since he was still clad 
only in the tight, skimpy black briefs which barely covered his narrow 
buttocks and clearly outlined the bulging mound of his penis and testicles. 

"I...I only came for a few minutes," Beth declared shyly, looking around the 
room at the various objects to avoid having to confront the older boy's 
nearly naked torso and the sight of his dark eyes which seemed to mock her 
feeble excuses. "Just to say hello." 

Jose strode easily across the room to where she was standing, turned her 
around and wrapped her in his arms, his lips searching and finding hers. He 
kissed her long and slow, and Beth felt herself beginning once more to feel 
weak and melting sensations as she let him caress her. 

"Hello," he said softly, when at last he broke from the kiss. 

"You have...so many lovely things here," Beth began, feeling foolish to hear 
herself mutter such inanities. "Oh, I'm sorry; you must think I'm an...an 
idiot, or something." 

Jose grinned. "No, you're just nervous, that's all. You need some wine to 
relax. Just look around; make yourself comfortable." 

While he went to his bureau and poured two glasses of deep red liquid from 
an antique cut glass pitcher, Beth walked around the room, noticing things 
here and there. 

The room was different from what she had expected, somehow. Like the living 
room, it was well-furnished and comfortable, and the row of windows on one 
side afforded a spectacular view of the desert and, in the distance, a low 
line of rolling hills that looked as though they had been carefully placed 
in the flat landscape, like an ornament on a table. Beth pretended to be 
absorbed in the view, as a way of avoiding the confusing thoughts and 
feelings that assaulted her now that she was alone with Jose. Maybe he was 
right, and she did need to relax. When he came over and offered her a glass 
of the "sparkling red liquid, therefore, she accepted it willingly, even 
though she'd almost never had wine before except on special occasions, and 
then only a diluted version considered suitable for her age by the 
grown-ups. Following Jose's example, she took several large swallows and was 
surprised to find that it was refreshingly cold and had a fruity taste that 
was very pleasant. 

"Mmmmm! This is very good," she said. "What is it?" 

"Sangria, a wine punch, with lemons and oranges. You want some more?" 

"Yes, thank you," Beth replied, deceived by the relatively mild taste of the 
drink. Jose smiled to himself as he refilled her glass and his own, and 
clinking them together, offered a toast to encourage her to drink the 
alcoholic beverage down. 

"To love." he said softly, letting his eyes roam over her appetizing young 
figure and face in a way that Beth found exciting, if a little unnerving. 
The blonde fifteen year old smiled back at him and took another swallow of 
the drink, then continued pacing nervously around the room, as much to 
escape the frank lasciviousness in her host's eyes as to explore the room 
where he lived. 

"Oh, what are these?" she asked as she noticed a collection of strange masks 
hanging on one wall. They were brightly colored and some of them had 
grotesque features, like characters out of Grimm's fairy tales. 

"They're Indian dance masks," Jose informed her, taking one of them off the 
wall and holding it up to his face. He jumped around with exaggerated 
movements, and Beth laughed, as for a moment, he almost seemed to become the 
strange character whose carved features grimaced luridly from the mask. He 
took it off again and hung it back up on the wall: Beth's attention was 
caught by another mask, very different from the others. It was made of 
glove-soft black leather and had no ornaments except for a round hole where 
the mouth should be, a triangular cut-out space for the nose and two narrow 
slits for the eyes. 

Before she had time to ask about it, however, Jose insinuated himself 
between her and the masks, forcing her to look fully at his lean, muscular 
body, nearly naked in the skimpy black briefs. His near nakedness was 
shocking to the naive girl, but fascinating, too. Indeed, her inhibitions 
loosened somewhat by the Sangria, Beth couldn't tear her eyes away from the 
sight of his sun-bronzed torso and his darkly handsome features. With a will 
of their own, her eyes traveled curiously over the hard, hairless surface of 
his chest, the firm plane of his abdomen, his long, well-shaped legs and 
finally came to rest on the prominently displayed mound of his genitals. 
With a shock, she realized that he must have an erection, for the front of 
his briefs bulged noticeably with a long tube-like shape. Startled, she 
looked away, feeling embarrassed, but Jose wasn't about to let her evade him 
this time. 

"You like to look at my body?" he asked, his voice low and hypnotic. "Don't 
be ashamed," he continued, when Beth didn't answer and instead blushed a 
bright red that spread over her cheeks and neck and down over the softly 
rising surface of her young breasts. Slowly, Jose moved toward her like a 
cat stalking a mouse, not so quickly as to startle her, but every muscle 
alert in case his prey should try to escape. 

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he went on. "Everybody likes to look at 
naked bodies. Right now, for instance..." his hands reached out to lightly 
stroke her face and shoulders, "I would like to see you naked, too. Very 
much." 

Beth's heart seemed to rise to her throat as he began fumbling with the tie 
of her wrap-around blouse, undoing it and opening the front of the garment 
to reveal her brassiere-encased breasts, which jutted forward, proud and 
high-set. Unresisting, she let him ease the blouse off her shoulders and 
watched hypnotized as he tossed it lightly onto the bureau. Then his hands 
encircled her torso and began fumbling with the clasp of her brassiere, and 
in an instant, she felt the single metal hook give way. and her brassiere, 
too, followed the blouse. 

Now Tim Daltrey's young daughter was half-naked, alone in the bedroom of the 
amoral Mexican chauffeur, who now began to caress her whitely quivering 
young breasts with his hands, teasing the berry-pink nipples into two hard 
little buds. Beth knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen. She should 
be resisting, forbidding the sexually aggressive young man to undress her 
and touch her like this. But she seemed powerless to resist, not only his 
caresses, but her own rapidly mounting feelings of desire. After spending 
twenty-four hours in a constant state of unrelieved sexual excitement, it 
was a relief to the awakening adolescent to feel his hands on her 
quiveringly alive young body. Also, the Sangria was beginning to affect her, 
too, heightening her sense of arousal and effectively blocking whatever 
moral objections she might have raised under normal circumstances. All she 
was conscious of were the heady sensations of pleasure that Jose transmitted 
to her achingly sensitive young body with his slightest touch. 

"You have such beautiful breasts," he murmured, drawing her closer with one 
strong arm so that he could lick her ear and neck, working his way downward 
with little lapping motions until his lips could seize first one and then 
the other gently trembling swell. 

Beth had never felt anything so excruciatingly lovely as his lips softly 
nibbling on her naked nipples. Her whole body seemed to quake with a strange 
new excitement, a sensual vibration that grew stronger with every flick of 
the handsome Mexican's tongue over her ripe young adolescent nakedness. It 
was dizzying, and she could barely keep her balance as she felt his hand 
grope downward to the zipper in her tight jeans and open it. Then the hand 
began insinuating itself, palm down, inside the tight garments, even inside 
her white nylon bikini panties, working its way over her naked belly until 
it reached her softly curling pubic hair. With middle finger outstretched, 
Jose wormed his way down until he felt the already stiff little button of 
her clitoris and the moistness of her panties and her palpitating cuntal 
entrance. He probed gently at the thin membrane of skin that protected her 
still virginal pussy. His cock lurched hungrily, and he imagined what it 
would be like to sink his stiff pole of male hardness into that tight, tiny 
little hole. But Rose had forbidden him to do that. She had other plans for 
today, and the lusty young chauffeur had already decided they were 
interesting enough to forgo deflowering the blonde teenager, at least for 
the present. 

"Touch me, too," he whispered into the ear of Tim's sensually trembling 
young daughter. He grasped her wrist in his hand and drew her palm down 
between his legs, cupping it over the heated mound of his cock and balls, 
while his own hand, still lewdly inserted inside her dungarees, continued to 
tease and massage her wetly pulsing cunt. 

Beth could scarcely believe the size of his thickly rigid staff, which 
jerked and churned under her inexperienced palm like a tiny animal with ;i 
will of its own. It was fascinating, the way it pulsed warmly against her 
hand, stiff and powerful. But, at the same time, she was suddenly assaulted 
by a definite feeling that this was wrong, dangerous. If she allowed it to 
go on, Jose, she knew with instinctive certainty, would want to...to make 
love to her! All her training and education came surging to the forefront of 
her consciousness, and she knew she had to stop, but she couldn't! It was as 
though she were hypnotized by the Mexican's potent sensuality, and even 
though her mind was screaming no, her body was squirming and wriggling 
against his lewdly exploratory hand, while her own fingers closed 
magnetically over the thick girth of his hotly pulsing penis. 

Suddenly, she was nearly overcome with a wave of dizziness and near nausea, 
generated by the combination of her inner conflict with the large amount of 
Sangria she had gulped down earlier. She felt faint, and making a great 
effort of will, she suddenly broke away from Jose, and fighting down tears, 
threw herself onto the bed, hoping that the world would slow again if she 
just relaxed. 

"I'm...I'm sorry," she murmured weakly. "I can't." She felt like a stupid 
child having to admit her weakness. "I...I guess I'm not as much of a woman 
as you thought." 

Jose smiled knowingly. "It's just the first time, that's all. Here, I make 
it easier for you to forget all the silly things people tell you." He went 
over to the wall where the masks were hung and took down the strange one 
that Beth had noticed earlier. "When the Indian dancers wear these masks," 
he said softly, sitting beside her on the bed and straightening out the soft 
leather until, to Beth's drink and sex-clouded eyes, it looked like a 
strange face peering up at her, "they believe another person enters them. 
They forget who they are every day and they become someone else. They become 
the mask, and they can do all kinds of things they would never dare to do 
otherwise. Here, put it on." 

The dark young man fitted the strange leather garment over Beth's face. It 
was almost like a second skin, but she noticed that, around the O-shaped 
hole for the mouth, the leather curved inward and was stiff. The mask 
wouldn't fit securely unless she opened her lips and fitted them around the 
shaped opening so that her mouth was open in a perfect "o." 

"That's right," Jose continued, fastening the mask behind her head and at 
the back of her neck. "Now," he continued, pulling her to her feet and 
turning her so she faced the mirror, "you aren't scared little Beth anymore. 
You're somebody else, somebody who can do anything she wants and nobody will 
ever know its you." 

On the other side of the two-way mirror, Rose Molina switched on the camera 
as soon as Beth, attired in the mask, was facing it fully. She'd been 
growing impatient with Jose as he went through his long preliminaries, but 
now, at last, things could get under way. Checking to make sure the camera 
was functioning properly, she watched as the blonde teenager surveyed 
herself in the mirror, wondering what the girl would do if she knew that 
barely three feet away from her, her father's mistress was watching the 
bizarre events taking place in Jose's room. 

Totally unaware of Rose's presence, however, Tim Daltrey's young daughter 
looked at her own reflection with shock and fascination. She could not 
recognize herself at all in the lewdly bare-breasted figure that stared back 
at her from behind the leather mask. The zipper of her jeans was still open, 
and while she watched, Jose, standing behind her, began pushing them 
downward over her curving hips until they were lowered to the floor, and 
like an automaton, she stepped out of them. It was strange, but with the 
donning of the mask, she did seem to become another person, as though one 
part of her was watching another part of her being stripped naked, caressed 
by the obscenely curious fingers of the Mexican chauffeur, who now easily 
lowered her thin nylon panties also, leaving her completely naked. 

Pressing himself against her from behind, his thick cock lurching against 
the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks, he began running his hands over 
the naked front of her body, worming his middle finger between her 
pussy-lips so he could massage her clitoris and flicking the fingers of his 
other hand over her naked breasts. 

Beth groaned uncontrollably, a strange animal sound she had never heard 
before, much less uttered, as hot flames of lewd desire surged through her 
nakedly trembling adolescent body with hurricane force. Gone were all 
thoughts of right and wrong. They belonged to someone else, another Beth 
Daltrey who was rapidly being left far, far behind. All she was conscious of 
was the deliciously lewd feelings of sensual heat that made her want to 
writhe and wriggle like an animal against the nearly naked body of the 
handsome young man who was touching her almost arrogantly with his hands, 
his cock. 

Suddenly she twisted around and turned to face him. 

"I...I want to see you naked, too," she tried to say, but the restricted 
position of her lips inside the mask made it difficult to speak, a fact 
which only increased the strange sexuality of the scene. She had ceased to 
be her old self, she realized. She was free to be the anonymous figure 
behind the mask! 

Despite her muffled words, Jose seemed to understand exactly what she 
wanted, for, grinning lewdly, he lowered his tight briefs over his narrow 
hips and kicked them aside, leaving himself completely naked. Beth's eyes 
fastened in astonishment on the thick girth of his fully erect penis, which 
sprang immediately out from his body as soon as it was free of the 
restraints of his black nylon briefs. It rose like an enormous flagpole from 
the thickly curling mass of his dark pubic hair, and the mask-clad teenager 
stared in fascination at its blue-veined thickness, and the heavy sac that 
swayed beneath it. 

"You like it?" Jose asked lewdly, gripping the blood-engorged rod in his 
fist. "You like my big cock?" 

Unable to speak, Beth could only nod her head slowly, still gazing at it as 
though hypnotized. 

"Show me how much," Jose demanded softly. "Get down on your knees in front 
of me and play with my cock. Show me how much you like it with your hands 
and your mouth." 

As he spoke, he reached out with one hand and began pressing on Beth's 
shoulder, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor. Tim's daughter no 
longer felt faintly nauseous or disturbed at the thought of touching the 
lewdly aroused rod of male flesh. Instead, she found herself looking forward 
to it, for her own body was raging with unsatisfied desire, and the 
anonymity of the leather mask which pressed hotly against her features 
seemed to be releasing a dark, primitive aspect of herself that she had 
never known existed before. She felt willing to do anything Jose asked of 
her, no matter how lewd and unnatural it seemed. In fact, his crude words as 
he forced her down onto her knees only excited her more. 

Reaching out with trembling hands, she grasped the heavy, blue-veined column 
in her hands. It was long and thick, and a few droplets of pre-cum glistened 
on the smooth, rubbery tip. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, 
lurching out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if 
it had a life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and 
began lightly licking the length of the shaft, darting her tongue out of the 
rounded "O" of the mask and snaking it up and down lightly, noticing the 
velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her tongue. Then, 
withdrawing her tongue, she seized it between her thumbs and forefingers and 
drew back his thick foreskin, fully exposing the pulsing, ruddy head. Back 
and forth, up and down, her fingers went, as her interest in the obscenely 
naked shaft increased. So consumed was she with lust that it didn't even 
occur to her that there was anything unusual about what she was doing, 
except perhaps for the wonderful throbbing deep in her loins when she played 
with the lewdly naked penis. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, 
and she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom as she explored the hotly 
palpitating, rock-hard maleness for the first time. 

Jose grinned triumphantly as he looked down on her leather-encased features, 
framed by her wavy blonde hair as her head and hands bobbed up and down over 
his penis. Then he reached down and gripped his huge shaft with one hand, 
while with the other he seized the back of Beth's head. 

"Suck it!" he hissed. "Take it in your soft little mouth and suck it!" At 
the same time, he positioned the head at the entrance to her opened mouth 
and, her lips and teeth being separated by the ridges on the mask, inserted 
his lust-driven penis inside. A thrill of lust coursed through him with the 
combined feeling of the soft leather of the mask and the interior of Beth's 
warm wet oral cavern. 

At first Beth was shocked at having his thick penis shoved suddenly into her 
mouth, and for a moment she was tempted to pull away. But Jose maintained 
his grip on her head, and began moving his hips slowly back and forth, 
driving the huge shaft farther and farther in until each forward movement 
sent it plummeting all the way to the back of her throat. Beth felt herself 
gag uncontrollably, and she tried to twist away, to protest, but Jose held 
her head firmly in place. For a moment she felt blind panic, and she mewled 
helplessly into his mass of thrusting cock flesh as it sawed in and out of 
the wet oval of her mask-encased lips. 

And then, suddenly, a strange thing happened. Her panic reached a peak, and 
then subsided. In its place was a new feeling, similar to what she had felt 
before, except now more intense. Instead of wanting to expel the fleshy 
intruder, she suddenly found that she wanted to feel it buried to the hilt 
inside her mouth like that. The very shame and degradation of it had 
something irresistibly arousing about it, too. Indeed, the new feelings 
completely crowded everything else out of her mind, and she found herself 
reaching up with her hands to caress the hardness of Jose's thighs, his 
tight sinewy buttocks, while her lips and throat relaxed and actually sought 
to draw his thick penis farther inside. She knew it was lewd, forbidden, but 
the knowledge only increased her excitement. It was as though she had been 
waiting all her life for the obscenely erotic explosion that now consumed 
her, transforming her from the neat, well-behaved valedictorian of her class 
into a heatedly aroused, nakedly sucking female animal, who existed only to 
feel the plunging hotness of a thick penis churning and sawing into her 
ovaled lips, violating her orally, while she knelt nakedly on the floor in 
front of her older tormentor, mutely accepting, even begging for more. 

She began to suck and pull on the hugely bloated instrument with her lips 
and tongue, discovering, to her surprise, that she had an instinctive sense 
of what to do, even though she had never even considered performing such an 
act before. She was amazed to feel a warm. excited moistness seeping from 
between her legs, and to realize that for some time she had been 
unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her cunt lips tight, in 
order to create a pleasant throbbing in her vagina. 

"Ooooohhh," she sighed, as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure 
surged upward from her wetly steaming cuntal split. Hungrily, her mouth 
pulled on Jose's shaft of swollen flesh, and she found herself actually 
enjoying the sensation of it plunging all the way back to the curve of her 
throat, even liked the tart, thick taste of the liquid that seeped from its 
pulsing tip in tiny drops. 

Jose, meanwhile, sensing the end of her momentary resistance, rotated his 
hips lustily, savoring the lewd feelings that coursed through him as the 
subjugated teenager slavered over his cock. There was nothing he liked 
better than having some good-looking chick suck him off, and as he 
surrendered to his own feelings, Beth almost ceased to exist for him as a 
conscious human being. She became, instead, an anonymous love slave, an 
object for him to sink his huge cock into any way, any time he wanted. 
Occasionally he glanced into the mirror, and the sight of the nakedly 
kneeling virginal teenager, as well as the knowledge that behind the mirror 
his big-breasted employer was watching and recording every instant of their 
encounter on film, increased his feelings of male potency and pride. 

"Uuuuunnnggghh," he moaned, feeling his desire-heated semen beginning to 
surge and gather in the heavy sacs of his testicles, which bobbed and 
slapped lewdly against Beth's leather-clad chin with every stroke up into 
her now hungrily working lips. 

II this little gringo hitch falls apart at the last minute, he thought 
threateningly, if she doesn't swallow it all.. . To prevent such an 
eventuality, he seized her head in both hands, holding it in position as he 
increased his movements in and out of her mouth, growing wilder in his 
gyrations with every second. 

"Oh, suck me good, bitch," he groaned. "Suck me good!" 

CHAPTER FIVE 

On the other side of the dividing wall, Rose Molina watched the scene in 
Jose's bedroom with keen interest, occasionally checking the camera to make 
sure that it was catching everything. The sight of Her lover's teenage 
daughter naked and on her knees before the lust-driven chauffeur gave her a 
peculiar sense of triumph. 

In fact, she found herself more than a little aroused by the lewd tableau 
they made, and occasionally her fingers found their way up under the hem of 
her neat A-line skirt to stroke her own throbbing hot pussy flesh, while her 
eyes were riveted to the oral copulation taking place between Beth and Jose. 

"She's not bad," the raven-haired schemer murmured to herself. "It's a shame 
I can't take her back to Phoenix with me. The drunken oilmen would just love 
that little piece of teenage ass. Her cherry alone would be worth a lot to 
the right customer. However, I have other plans, and I don't mind losing the 
money if I can get the chance to rub Tim Daltrey's face in his own dirt. And 
from the way that little gringo bitch is shaking her ass, it looks as though 
that's not going to be any problem at all. In fact, Jose's done a good job. 
He has a definite talent for this kind of work. Maybe when we get back to 
Phoenix, I'll let him build up a whole stable of his own!" 

Judging from the muffled sounds she could hear through the wall, and the 
contortions of her chauffeur's darkly handsome Latin features, she could 
tell that he was right on the verge of his orgasm. Taking a position behind 
the camera, so that she could make any last-minute adjustments in angle and 
focus, she watched the two naked figures with interest. 

Jose's pelvic gyrations became more intense, and suddenly he pressed Beth's 
face down on his cock even harder, while at the same time his torso seemed 
to become rigid and taut. 

"Oooohhh shit!" Rose heard him groan, "I'm cumming! I I I I I I I M M M M M 
M CUMMMMMMIINNNGGGG!" 

Rose Molina saw Beth recoil from what must have been a flood of semen 
pouring out of his climaxing penis deep into her mouth, but Jose's hold on 
her head was too strong for her to be able to resist it. Doing her best, she 
swallowed it down, gagging and choking somewhat, but nevertheless taking it 
all. Finally after several seconds in which their two bodies seemed frozen 
in position while the last of Jose's lust-heated seed gushed out of his now 
subsiding cock-head, Rose saw the wiry young Mexican begin to withdraw. 

"Now this is the most important thing of all, Jose," Rose murmured. "Don't 
fuck it up!" 

But her concern was unnecessary, for Jose slipped his now softened penis out 
of young Beth Daltrey's mouth and then, turning her head to face the mirror, 
undid the straps that fastened the lurid mask in the back and lifted it off, 
giving his camera-wielding brunette boss a perfect, clearly recognizable 
shot of Tim Daltrey's daughter's face. 

"Fantastico," Rose declared. She switched the film onto rewind and prepared 
another reel to replace it. She could see Beth sinking down onto Jose's bed, 
almost in a state of shock at what she had just done. At the same time, she 
could tell that the naked young adolescent was still very aroused herself, 
for although Jose had reached a climax, she herself had not. 

"Well, I'll take care of that soon enough, little girl," Rose cooed as she 
put the new reel of film in the camera. "In fact, I can hardly wait to get a 
taste of your pretty little cunt myself!" 

* * * 

In the other room, Beth lay on Jose's double bed, her mind spinning with 
conflicting emotions, her body still ablaze with unsatisfied passion. Freed 
from the confining leather mask, the brutal reality of what had happened 
pressed in on her with shocking clarity: She had sucked a man's cock! She 
had swallowed the gushing cum of a young Mexican youth while wearing a tight 
obscene face mask! A great torrent of shame crashed through her 
still-virginal flesh, and with a groan of humiliation she realized that if 
her lather ever knew what she had so willingly done, he would be completely 
stunned and horrified. And yet, the bewildered fifteen year old knew that 
she had fallen prey to a volcanic passion that seemed to have controlled her 
mind and body totally, as if there was some demonic force deep inside of her 
that had been waiting only for this fantastic release. For despite the fact 
that her native innocence was horribly shaken, she could not deny the fact 
that she had...enjoyed it! Yes, she found every moment of it, once she was 
past her initial fear, to be wonderfully thrilling in a darkly erotic way 
that she found absolutely satisfying. In fact her body still trembled with 
desire, having been brought to the teetering brink of her first fully 
conscious orgasm. The hotly pulsing walls of her still virginal young pussy 
cried out for total release, and her tapered young legs trembled nakedly in 
desirous expectation. 

She was jolted from her reverie by Jose as he reclined next to her on the 
bed, still naked, smoking a cigarette. 

"I...I hope it was not too rough for you, cara mia," he whispered to her as 
she turned to gaze at him. "Perhaps I was too hard on you?" 

"Oh...oh no," Daltrey's young daughter replied, her voice thick with 
passion, "it was...was wonderful...I feel so...so good..." 

Beth wondered if the wine punch she had drunk earlier wasn't also 
contributing to the strange euphoria that pervaded her completely. For she 
was half-paralyzed, her body throbbing warmly, still crying and yearning for 
completion, while her young mind struggled to comprehend all that had 
happened. She knew she should go home quickly but she couldn't! She didn't 
feel as if she had enough strength to get up and dress, in fact, so potent 
was the unusual state of her mind and body. 

Suddenly the pretty fifteen year old heard the sound of a door opening, and 
at the same time, felt Jose's body stiffen next to her, and heard him gasp. 
Turning her head, the promiscuous teenager was stunned to see the imperious 
figure of a black-haired, extremely beautiful woman standing in the doorway 
of Jose's room. She was dressed in a black silk A-line skirt, and a white 
silk blouse, her elegant clothes amply revealing her statuesque frame. An 
expression of livid anger crossed her striking features, and Beth struggled 
to move and speak, but the shock of being discovered, naked and in bed with 
a man, paralyzed her. 

"Jose," Rose demanded sharply as she entered, "just what do you think you're 
doing?" 

"Oh. please. Miss Molina." the youth hastily answered, rising from the bed 
and quickly slipping on his trousers, "I can explain...please..." 

"You don't need to explain a thing to me, Jose," she snapped, "it's 
perfectly obvious what's going on here. You've got another cheap little 
whore up her visiting you during working hours, even though I specifically 
forbade it!" 

Beth gasped as she said this. The woman called her a whore! The humiliated 
fifteen-year-old struggled vainly to rise and protest, but she was so taken 
aback by the new turn of events that she was only able to cover the pulsing 
nakedness of her desire-racked young breasts with a sheet. 

"Miss Molina," the dark-haired youth pleaded, doing his best to create the 
impression that their confrontation was a spontaneous event, "I thought you 
would be away...I..." 

"I should have known better than to trust you," the haughty female retorted, 
"bringing these cheap little bitches here!" 

Beth's young brain reeled with alarm. She was being insulted by a strange 
woman she didn't even know, only moments after she had sucked Jose's cock. 
How had she let herself get entangled in such a horrible nightmare? 

"No...no," the ravaged teenager struggled to say, her voice sounding far 
away and strange, "I want to go home..." 

"You stay where you are, you little slut," Rose commanded the numbed 
teenager. "I've wanted to teach you little town whores a lesson for a long 
time..." 

"Miss Molina," her chauffeur asked, "what are you going to do?" 

"That's my business! You leave me alone with her now. I have some things in 
the car that I want you to deliver. Pronto!" 

"Yes, right away." The dark-skinned youth departed hastily, leaving Rose 
alone with the tremblingly naked form of Daltrey's young blonde daughter. 

"Who...who are you?" Beth managed to say, as the strange female stared at 
her with a strange intensity. 

"You'll find out soon enough, you little bitch. I warned Jose that the next 
time I found him fucking some town girl in my house, I'd take it out on both 
him and the girl. Now I keep my word." 

Tim's fifteen year old daughter couldn't believe her ears. This woman was 
threatening her, thinking she was some kind of local prostitute. But she was 
helpless, still held captive by the strength of her unsatisfied passion, and 
half paralyzed by fear and by the wine she had consumed earlier. With 
frightened eyes, she watched the woman Jose had called "Miss Molina" slowly 
strip herself until she was completely naked. Then she began to walk towards 
the bed where Beth lay helpless and frightened. Suddenly the woman reached 
down, and in one gesture flung the sheet away from the girl's vulnerably 
naked young body. 

"Spread your legs," Rose commanded, as her eyes roved appreciatively over 
the succulent flesh of her lover's young daughter. A sadistic glow of 
excitement began to throb through her own naked form as she anticipated 
tongue-fucking the unsuspecting girl. To the revenge-driven female, it was a 
towering triumph to be able to humiliate this girl, the offspring of the man 
who had so brutally twisted her life. It was readily apparent to the bitter 
female that Beth did, as she suspected, possess the deep-running sexual 
drive that her father had, for Rose had watched how easily Jose had seduced 
the naive creature. With luck, she herself could now take the pretty blonde 
a step lower on the downward spiral of immorality. She let her tongue run 
wetly over her scarlet lips as she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between 
Beth's helplessly splayed legs. 

Daltrey's daughter tried to struggle away as Rose gripped her thighs tightly 
with her hands, but in the next moment her father's mistress slapped her 
full on the face, making the shocked teenager scream in terror. 

"You make one more move and I'll beat you senseless," Rose hissed. "You 
spread your legs and keep them spread, my darling, or believe me you'll 
regret it." 

With a groan of abject submission, Beth allowed the black-haired female to 
spread her legs even farther. She knew she had no choice but to submit, for 
there was no telling what might happen to her if she protested further. 
Shivers of degradation rippled through her abused young flesh, as she mutely 
waited for this cruel female to have her way with her. 

With no further warning, Rose suddenly emitted a low moan of lust and thrust 
her face hungrily down into the teenage girl's hot wet pussy, running her 
tongue roughly over the virginal cuntal flesh, flicking it up and down. The 
sudden contact of Rose's tongue made Beth gasp with unexpected pleasure, for 
it was as if the seething excitement she had experienced before returned 
with full force, making her love-hungry limbs sizzle with rampant passion. 
In the next moment Rose's tongue made searing contact with the quiveringly 
sensitive bud of her clitoris, circling it tauntingly, and making Daltrey's 
young daughter cry out helplessly with desire. Despite her shock and horror 
at the knowledge that it was not only a total stranger, but a woman, who was 
performing this lewd act on her obscenely exposed pussy flesh, Beth could 
not resist the overwhelming blaze of heat that began to ripple through her 
teenage loins. How was it possible that after the galvanic encounter with 
Jose, she could now be subjected to this? It was unthinkable, but she was a 
prisoner to this woman's bizarre act of punishment. Her sex-ravished body 
betrayed her feelings of shame, and she began to involuntarily twist her 
hips as Rose let her hands slide upwards over the trembling adolescent's 
satin-smooth belly to her youthfully firm breasts to encompass the soft 
pointed mounds, while her hungry mouth and tongue continued their lurid 
assault on the girl's now spasming clitoris. 

In the other room, meanwhile, Jose was dutifully fulfilling his employer's 
instructions, and had triggered the camera once more so he could record the 
Sapphic orgy in the other bedroom. His own desire had returned, as he 
watched the two females writhing nakedly on the bed, and he began to stroke 
his lurching, stiff penis as his dark eyes watched the feverish female 
tongue-fucking. 

Rose, pressing her face downward into Beth's buttery cunt flesh, licked and 
sucked with mounting excitement. She was actually eating out Tim Daltrey's 
daughter, the man who had jilted her years ago! She was single-handedly 
taking his innocent offspring and turning her into a tramp by her systematic 
series of planned sexual assaults. Of course, the girl's cherry was still 
intact. Rose felt no need, as yet anyway, to remove that last trace of 
Beth's girlhood that, she felt, would take care of itself in due time. For 
the moment, everything was moving like clockwork. Drawing her tongue 
downward, she began to lave it around the tight little entrance to the 
quivering adolescent's pinkly glistening pussy. She had stared at it so 
greedily, minutes before, from the other side of the two-way mirror, 
reveling in anticipation, and now she abandoned herself totally to her lewd, 
revenge-triggered desires, and began to lick and suck around the 
hair-fringed little ring, moaning and mewling her erotic pleasure. She could 
feel her own pussy vibrating with intense passion, moistly secreting its 
heated female fluids in anticipation of the orgasm to come. 

Jose, meanwhile, began to pull roughly at his lust-bloated cock, while his 
eyes hungrily ogled the writhing naked flesh of the two women. Nothing gave 
him more pleasure than the lowest kinds of debauch, and the afternoon's 
activities had been more than satisfactory to the jaded Mexican. Not only 
had he gotten his cock sucked by a fifteen year old blonde wearing a leather 
mask, but now he had the distinct pleasure of watching his voluptuous boss 
tongue-fuck the same adolescent on his own bed. He laughed lewdly to 
himself, masturbating with mounting excitement while the movie camera 
whirred coldly next to him, photographing every lurid detail of the 
pornographic sight. 

And on the bed, Beth, forced to submit to Rose's lewd oral assault, slowly 
found herself being drawn into an irresistible sea of swirling delight. Her 
aroused young pussy, driven wildly hot by Rose's artful probing, was pulsing 
with a life of its own, making waves of warm desire ripple through every 
part of the ravished blonde teenager's body. Soon the sensual thrills became 
so overwhelming that she lost consciousness of the sexual nightmare she had 
unwittingly walked into. Nothing mattered to her any more except the 
wonderful burning sensations that tore through her vibrating young cunt, 
and, hardly aware of what she was doing anymore, the wildly thrashing 
teenage girl began to moan in rapture as the feverishly sucking older woman 
began to thrust her long, pink tongue upward into her vaginal channel, then 
flick back to the quivering hardness of Beth's hotly excited clitoris. 

Daltrey's young daughter began to flail her head from side to side 
helplessly as Rose whirled her expert tongue over the fifteen year old's 
violently excited pussy flesh. Unconsciously her little hands fluttered down 
to tangle themselves in the black silky strands of her seducer's hair, while 
her blue eyes rolled up in ecstasy. She was submerged now in an ocean of 
erotic passion, and she frantically undulated her nakedly gleaming body up 
and down on the mattress, her sensitive vaginal interior ablaze with 
uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she was sinking into a torrent of hot 
velvety softness, and at last, it seemed that the mounting warmth that had 
been driving her crazy with desire was about to reach it's full release. A 
tidal wave of sweet tasting wetness began to pulse and seethe through her 
innocent vagina, and every inch of her nakedly writhing young body was 
rippling with passion. 

"AAAAGGGGNNNNNNN!" the helplessly ravaged teenager cried suddenly as a 
lightning bolt of hot excitement tore through her shamelessly aroused body. 
Surrendering completely, her long white legs kicked helplessly as a 
crescendo of rapture exploded, for the very first time, in her teenage 
loins. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" 

Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with delight as a cascade of 
unbelievable heat sizzled through her young vagina, triggered by Rose's 
artful tonguing. Her madly contracting, still innocent cuntal walls were 
consumed with liquid fire, and she mewled like a teenage madwoman as the 
rapture mounted to unbelievable heights. 

Rose, triumphant in the knowledge that she had succeeded in the first stage 
of her long-planned revenge, felt her own pussy throb in mutual orgasm as 
Daltrey's daughter reached the overwhelming pinnacle of her first conscious 
sexual release. The older woman continued to whirl her expert tongue over 
the climaxing teenager's sizzling clitoris, while her own pussy steamed with 
sadistic satisfaction. In the other room, Jose, still watching intently, 
cried out in raw male lust as his tightly gripped cock suddenly squirted 
forth thick streams of hot white cum, spilling his seed onto the rough 
wooden floor while the camera recorded the last of Beth's volcanic release 
in the other room. In a few moments it was over, and as Jose stuffed his 
softened rod back into his tight trousers, then clicked off the camera, he 
saw his sultry olive-skinned boss rise up from the bed and slowly, 
deliberately begin to dress herself, while the fifteen year old blonde lay 
breathless and bewildered on the wide double bed. 

Dumb gringo chick, he thought to himself as he zipped up his trousers, 
probably never knew what hit her! 

And at the door to the room, Rose paused and turned to gaze once more at the 
lewdly splayed form of Beth Daltrey. She let a smile of contempt curve over 
her full, sensual lips as she looked down at the stunned and shaken girl. 

"If you know what's good for you, you little tramp," she spat, "you'll never 
show your face in this house again. And if you do, you can be perfectly sure 
you won't get away so lightly the next time. Now get your clothes on and get 
out!" 

Fighting down tears of shock and humiliation, Beth waited until the 
commanding older woman had left the room. Then, moving as fast as she could, 
she got dressed and made her way out again, sneaking down the back stairs 
and as soon as she was outside, racing for the bus back to town, terrified 
all the way that the figure of Jose's furiously angry boss would once again 
intercept her. 

CHAPTER SIX 

In his office two days later, Tim Daltrey was busily at work, assisted by 
his secretary. He would dictate a letter, write a check to accompany it, and 
give it to Sally, enclosing a hand-written note saying: "Balance at the end 
of the month. Tim Daltrey." With each one, he felt as though a great weight 
were being lifted off his shoulders. At last, thanks to Rose Molina's 
generous loan, he felt sure his business would stay afloat. With the five 
thousand she'd already given him, he could begin to pay off his creditors 
and even order some of the new equipment he'd been putting off, but 
desperately needed. 

"That's the last of them, Mr. Daltrey," Sally informed him, gathering up her 
steno pad and the pile of accompanying checks and correspondence. 

"Sally, those words are music to my ears," the good-looking blond 
businessman replied jauntily. "For a while there I didn't think we were 
going to make it." 

His secretary, a pert little redhead, smiled back at him. "Well, it's sure 
nice to see you smiling again," she said brightly. "I guess your friend's 
loan came just in time, didn't it?" 

"It certainly did. And Sally, I want you to know I appreciate your sticking 
it out the way you have. You didn't get much of a Christmas bonus this year. 
. . what would you think about an extra week's paid vacation to make up for 
it?" 

The girl's face creased into a delighted smile. "Oh Mr. Daltrey, that would 
be wonderful. I've been wanting to go to New York, but it just seemed too 
expensive. Now I can do it! But you don't have to do it, you know," she 
continued. "I stayed because I like it here. I hope you know that." 

"Thanks for saying so, Sally. But any boss who wants to keep his employees 
knows a little extra green power now and then doesn't hurt. So take the 
extra week and enjoy it, okay?" 

"I sure will," Sally replied, on her way to the door. "And thanks again." 

Tim smiled expansively and watched the bright-eyed, efficient girl go out 
the door, noticing the way her short dress flared out around her shapely 
legs and clung to the well-developed mounds of her breasts. He'd never 
really noticed his secretary's appearance before, but lately, in fact since 
his galvanic standup fuck with Rose Molina in this very office two days 
before, he'd been a lot more alert to female charms. Indeed, he had realized 
with a shock just how tightly under wraps he'd been keeping his normal male 
responses over the past several years. He'd been so absorbed with business 
and with being a model husband, father, and pillar of the community, that it 
hadn't even occurred to him to notice that gradually something had begun to 
be missing in his life. 

But Rose had changed all that. For the first time in years, he felt like a 
fully potent, alive male again, ready to tackle the world, and it wasn't 
just because he had, with a stroke of her pen, set the business back on its 
feet again. No, there was something else responsible for his new feelings of 
zest for life. The fact of the matter was that he hadn't had such a good 
fuck since...since the last time he'd fucked Rose, sixteen years ago. He'd 
tolerated Myrna's lame excuses, assuming she just wasn't "that kind" of 
girl. And when the pressure got too great, he'd taken his "baser urges", as 
his wife called them, to a whore. But now, for the first time in years, he 
strongly desired a woman, and the amazing thing, the thing that made him 
suddenly feel twenty years younger, was that she apparently returned his 
feelings full measure! 

He was still musing contentedly on this new, happy state of affairs when the 
intercom buzzed and Sally informed him that Miss Molina was on the line. 

"Put her on," he replied, switching to the outside line. 

"Hello, cara," the soft feminine voice on the other end of the wire crooned. 
"How are you?" 

"I'm fine, Rose, just fine," he answered heartily, enjoying the little 
quivers of lust that her sultry tones produced in his muscular body. "And 
you?" 

"Oh, since Monday, I feel very relaxed. All I want to do is lie in bed and 
think about tall handsome blond men with big stiff cocks. You think 
something's wrong with me?" 

"Why no, Miss Molina," Tim jested, assuming a professorial tone. "That sort 
of activity can be very healthy, provided..." 

"Yes?" 

"Provided you eventually find a tall handsome blond man to join you in the 
bed." 

Rose laughed intimately. "That's what I'm calling you about." 

"I'm delighted. When can I...uh...be of service?" 

"Well, how about tonight? My accountant called and said the money has been 
transferred from Phoenix, so I thought you might like to come out for 
dinner, and a long, cozy evening." 

"Sounds wonderful. What time?" 

"Right after work?" 

"Okay. I may have to run home first to check on Beth, so why don't we say 
six-thirty, seven at the latest." 

"Wonderful. I have to go now, cara. I'll see you tonight." 

He hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and basked 
in a state of pleasant euphoria for a few seconds. Then he buzzed Sally on 
the intercom and asked her to remind him to ring Beth at four. He was sure 
there wouldn't be any problem, as he sometimes had to leave her to have 
dinner on her own when he had a meeting in the evening. But for the past few 
days, he'd noticed that his normally cheerful, well-behaved daughter had 
seemed troubled about something, although when he asked her what was 
bothering her she insisted there was nothing wrong. Well, kids went through 
things like that, he reflected. Probably she had a crush on some pop singer 
and was mooning over that. Still, he did want to check in on her himself, 
and tell her he wouldn't be home for dinner. 

"Who knows?" he mused aloud before getting back to business, "Maybe next 
time I see Rose for dinner, Beth can come along. I think it might be a good 
idea for them to meet each other." 

Realizing that his mind was leaping much too far ahead, he put all thoughts 
of the two women in his life resolutely aside, and began perusing the pages 
of an office equipment catalog. 

* * * 

At about six-thirty that evening, Beth was seated on the living room couch 
watching the evening television news and munching desultorily on a 
cheeseburger, washed down with swallows of milk. Although her father told 
her, when he called that afternoon, that she should treat herself to dinner 
at the local MacDonald's, the deeply troubled teenager just hadn't felt up 
to going out. In fact, for the past two days she had wanted only to stay 
inside, and not have to face anyone at all. She had used a headache as an 
excuse to stay home from school the previous day, and she had also called in 
sick both days at her library job. She just couldn't face the possibility of 
Jose reappearing, and she didn't know what she would do if he sought her out 
again after she went back to work. Maybe now she should quit her job and 
look for another, one where he wouldn't be so likely to find her again. 

Of course, there was every possibility that he would never try to contact 
her again. From what that woman said...Beth shuddered at the memory of the 
dark-haired woman who had degraded her so shamefully...he was in the habit 
of picking up girls and bringing them to his room. Numbly, the blue-eyed 
teenager confronted the possibility that she had been, not the fulfillment 
of a cherished romantic dream, as he had initially implied, but just another 
cheap tramp, a source of kicks. 

Wearily, the brutally awakened adolescent carried her plate with the 
half-finished sandwich back into the kitchen, and began clearing up the 
cooking utensils. The familiar household tasks, which she normally performed 
cheerfully, even with a certain amount of pride, held no joy for her 
tonight. Ever since her mind-shattering encounter with Jose on Tuesday 
afternoon, she had felt strangely at odds in the house, as though whatever 
change had taken place in her had separated her irrevocably from her old 
life, her familiar self. 

Well, he had told her that by putting on the mask, people became very 
different, able to do things they would never even consider under normal 
circumstances. But was that the person that she was, underneath the socially 
acquired surface of neat, well-behaved schoolgirl? A...a lust-crazed female 
animal who could go to the bedroom of a boy she had only known for little 
more than an hour and, kneeling naked on the floor in front of him, suck on 
his penis like it was a lollipop, until he spurted his torrential semen deep 
into her mouth? And then, afterwards, submit to the perverted desires of a 
woman she had never before seen in her life, a woman who insulted and 
humiliated her verbally and then, in the worst degradation of all, licked 
and sucked on her naked vaginal flesh until she actually enjoyed it so much 
that she had her first real orgasm? 

Waves of shame coursed through Beth's young body, and suddenly she burst 
into tears and buried her head in her hands. "Oh no," she sobbed, her whole 
body wracked with torment, "No! Oh, how did I let this happen to me? How?" 
Feeling overwhelmed with shame, she left what remained of the dishes and 
went back into the living room, turning off the television set and sitting 
down again on the couch. She had enough of her own horrors to deal with, 
without absorbing the news of the world. 

"If only there were somebody I could talk to," she whispered to herself 
through her tears, "someone I could tell all this to, and they'd 
understand." 

But there was no one, she knew. None of her girlfriends had ever experienced 
anything like her encounter with Jose, she was sure. And her father, to whom 
she had always run with the slightest thing that troubled her, was out of 
the question. She could never reveal to him how shamefully she'd violated 
his trust. He was so proud of her, and always delighted in telling friends 
and relatives of her accomplishments. How could she shatter his belief by 
telling him about Jose? How could she even bring herself to use the words 
that would be necessary? 

For a moment she wished her mother were still alive. Perhaps if she hadn't 
died, she would have been a confidante, someone Beth could tell her troubles 
to. But a moment's reflection convinced her that her fair, elegant mother, 
whose only mention of anything remotely connected to sex that Beth could 
remember was to tell her that she had found her "under a water lily", would 
have been the most horrified of all. If she weren't already dead, the story 
of her daughter's lewd activities on the third floor of the Rancho would 
have killed her. 

No, this was something she was going to have to deal with on her own. 
Somewhere she would have to find the courage to live with the most horrible 
fact of all, that she had enjoyed every single minute of what had happened, 
from the minute she went into Jose's room! That she had even been hoping 
something like that would happen, and that that was why she'd gone there in 
the first place! True, his employer's appearance on the scene had been 
unexpected, but if she was honest with herself, she had to admit that even 
that had given her a dark, forbidden kind of pleasure. In a way, it was the 
best part of all, for through the angry brunette's lascivious 
tongue-fucking, she had at last found some measure of relief from the 
sensual torment that had set her young body on fire! 

Maybe she was, just as that woman said, a whore. Certainly she had acted 
like one with Jose. And even though the past few days had been the most 
traumatic of her young life and should, she thought, have left her with a 
determination never to make the same mistakes again, she was horrified to 
know that she still trembled with passion whenever a scene or a feeling from 
their lewd meeting returned to her mind. If she were confronted with Jose 
again, she knew, despite the shame and degradation he had inflicted on her, 
she would still feel the same way! 

Her mind was churning with these troubling thoughts when the phone rang. For 
a moment she was tempted not to answer it. It was probably just Kathy 
calling to ask her about the homework assignment. Then she realized that it 
might be her father, and she got up from the couch and went to the extension 
in the hail. 

"Hello?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound even and undisturbed. 

"Beth? It's me, Jose." 

Tim's daughter felt her body tremble with a sudden cold shiver of anxiety at 
the sound of his voice. This was followed by a spasm of anger. How dare he 
just call her like that? How dumb did he think she was, anyway? 

"Yes?" she replied coldly. "What do you want?" 

"You are very mad with me, yes?" His voice sounded serious and concerned, 
and Beth fought down the temptation to believe he was sincere. 

"No, Jose," she finally managed to say coldly. "I'm more angry at myself, I 
guess. I should have known better than to come see you." 

"Beth," the amoral young seducer went on, "I am very sorry for what 
happened. My boss, did she hurt you'. '" 

"Let's just say that she made me very ashamed of myself, Jose. So ashamed 
that I'm afraid I never want to see either her, or you, ever again." There. 
She'd said it, as firmly as she could. 

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before her caller spoke 
again. 

"I can understand how you feel," he finally replied. "But...I'm afraid 
there's a problem..." his voice trailed off uneasily. 

"What kind of problem?" the blonde adolescent asked, beginning to shiver 
again with apprehension. 

"Well you see, Miss Molina, my boss, she have pictures of us 
together...naked...in my room..." 

"What?" Beth's voice came out in a horrified whisper. "How can that be? We 
were alone!" 

"I don't know, but she have them. Maybe she come in sooner than we think. 
Now she says she give those pictures to the police and tell them you are a 
whore if you don't give her money." 

"But didn't you tell her that wasn't true'. '" 

"Of course I tell her, but she only laugh. She say, if this is such a nice 
girl, Jose, then her family pay much money to keep her out of trouble. I 
think you better come and see these pictures, Beth. Maybe you can talk to 
her." 

The terrified young blonde trembled at the thought of seeing Rose Molina 
again. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, but with a sinking feeling she 
realized that perhaps her ordeal wasn't over yet. If anything, it was 
getting worse by the minute. That horrible woman was talking about her 
family paying money to keep her out of trouble. That meant. . . her father! 
She was threatening to take photographs of her nakedly sucking on Jose's 
cock to her own father! She couldn't allow that to happen. She had to 
prevent that, no matter what! And first of all, she had to see those 
pictures, to find out just how damaging they were. 

"Is she.. . is she home tonight?" the humiliated teenager asked, deciding 
there was no time like the present to get it over with. 

"She have a very important guest for dinner. But I have the pictures. She 
has the negatives, but she give me the pictures to show to you." 

"Can you...can you come over?" 

"No, maybe I have to drive her somewhere later. Can you come here?" 

"I...I guess I'll have to. I'll take a cab. But I want it clearly 
understood, Jose, this is just to get the pictures. No funny business." 

"No funny business," he agreed solemnly. And then after Beth hung up, he 
said aloud, "Don't worry, cunt, by the time tonight's over, you aren't gonna 
be laughing at all!" 

* * * 

Less than an hour later, Tim Daltrey's young daughter was once again making 
her way fearfully up the back stairs of the Rancho. This time she had made 
certain that she wasn't at all provocatively dressed. Over her jeans she was 
wearing a high-necked blouse with long sleeves, and over that a pullover 
sweater, both to keep out the evening desert chill, and to make access to 
her body difficult, in case Jose had any ideas. She was more than a little 
dismayed to realize, however, that even though her mission was of a sordid 
nature, the thought of seeing Jose again made her heart beat faster. 
Inwardly despising herself for her weakness, she crept up the back stairs 
like a thief. 

On the landing of the second floor, she froze in her tracks, for down the 
hall she could hear the sound of voices and a record of soft cocktail music. 
She stood stock still for a few seconds, until she was sure no one had heard 
her, and then quickly darted around the corner and up the stairs leading to 
Jose's room. She had no way of knowing, of course, that the male voice 
belonged to her own father, that he was the guest Jose had referred to, and 
that he was at that very moment sharing a sumptuous meal with the woman who 
had licked and sucked on her virginal pussy only two days before! 

As soon as Jose opened the door for her, it was apparent to Beth that the 
evening was going to be difficult. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed, 
but was wearing his wine-colored silk robe tied loosely around his waist. 
From the way it fell open when he walked, revealing his naked legs, she knew 
that he was wearing nothing under it except for his underwear, and even that 
was doubtful. Well, she reproached herself angrily, what did you expect 
after the other day? A suit and tie? 

Once she was inside the room, Jose closed the door behind her and cautiously 
locked it, pocketing the key. He'd been looking forward to her arrival, and 
in preparation had drunk a fair amount of Sangria, not enough to spoil his 
fun, but enough to whet his appetite for the teenage blonde's ripely 
curvaceous body. Now, following her to the center of the room where she was 
standing uncertainly, he slipped his arm arrogantly around her shoulders and 
bent down as though to kiss her. 

"Buenos tardes, little gringo," he said a little drunkenly. 

Smelling the alcohol on his breath, and offended by his brusque nonchalance, 
Beth twisted out of his grasp resolutely. 

"The pictures, Jose," she demanded. "I only came for the pictures, 
remember?" 

"Oh yes, the pictures," he replied. "Where are those naughty little 
pictures? Aaaahhh, here!" He handed her an envelope from his bureau. "You 
want some wine while we look at the pictures?" 

"No, thank you," Beth replied stiffly as, with trembling fingers, she opened 
the envelope and began pulling out its contents. The first one she saw 
almost made her faint with shame. There she was, full face to the camera, 
naked to the waist, and Jose, behind her, was pulling down her pants! 
"Oooohh!" she groaned, trembling with shame. "How horrible!" 

"I like this one," Jose declared, standing beside her with a full glass of 
Sangria and Hipping through the photos until he found a particularly vivid 
reproduction of Beth kneeling I on the floor in front of him while he 
plunged his penis in and out of her leather-rimmed mouth. 

"I get very horny when I see you sucking on my cock like that." 

Ignoring his crude remark, Beth moved away. "But...she can't do anything 
with these pictures. You can't see my face. Nobody would know it was me." 

"Yes, but later you take the mask off, remember?" 

"Yes...yes I do remember, but...I was standing in front of the mirror.. . " 
Suddenly her mouth fell open in shock. "Jose, could that be a...a two-way 
mirror? What's on the other side of this wall?" 

Jose shrugged, grinned and fell back on the bed, still sipping his wine. "Go 
look," he suggested. "It's the door next to this one." 

Beth went to the bedroom door, tried it and found it was locked. "The door's 
locked, Jose; give me the key so I can get out." 

Jose got up from the bed, sauntered over to the door and tried it. "You're 
right," he grinned, "it's locked. I guess you have to stay here till it's 
not locked any more." 

Beth looked at him, shocked. "Come on, Jose; don't be funny. Give me the 
key. You just opened this door for me, so you must have it!" 

Jose giggled drunkenly and looked down at her. "Key? I don't have no key," 
he replied, his eyes glinting with cruel laughter. "Maybe my boss, she lock 
us in again." And he sauntered away to pour himself another drink with 
apparent unconcern. 

Beth stared after him, open mouthed. Suddenly the reality of her situation 
began to dawn on her. She was locked in with him, in a room that apparently 
had a two-way mirror! What kind of a situation had she gotten herself into? 
Her heart pounded with fear, and suddenly she felt blind panic, worse than 
anything she'd ever known in her life. She had to get out of there! 

"Jose, you...bastard!" she burst out suddenly, hurling herself across the 
room after him, "Give me that key and let me out of here!" 

Quick as a cat, the wiry Latin turned just in time to grab her wrists in an 
iron grip as she came flying toward him. "Oh, you like to wrestle?" he 
taunted. "That's good; I like to wrestle too. It gets me hot, wrestling with 
pretty blonde gringos with nice tight pussies! Makes me want to fuck!" 

"Let me go!" Beth screamed, her anger and panic mingling as she struggled 
with all her might to free herself from the grip of the deceptive chauffeur 
who, she could now see, was indeed totally naked beneath the silk robe. She 
tried to get into a position where she could kick him in the balls, but he 
hooked his own leg behind her knee and knocked her off balance, sending her 
hurtling to the floor with him on top of her. Gripping her wrists tightly in 
one hand, he used the other to grab her mane of blonde hair and yank her 
head into a position where he could kiss her. He pressed his lips down on 
hers cruelly, painfully, forcing her mouth open and flicking his long wet 
tongue into her mouth. 

Beth tried to struggle further, but the effect of his kiss was more than she 
could resist. Although she fought against it with all her might, hot flashes 
of latent desire began to ripple through her helplessly pinioned young 
frame, and after a few seconds it wasn't even necessary for Jose to hold her 
hair any longer. Still kissing her, he let his hand travel down between her 
legs, forcing them apart with his knee and began massaging her vaginal area. 
Even through the thickness of her jeans, Beth felt his lewdly probing touch 
like a Firebrand, and a low, lust-filled moan escaped from her throat, 
though she tried to suppress it. At the same time, she could feel his thick 
rigid cock churning nakedly against her thighs, and the contact with its 
lewdly throbbing length made her quiver with irresistible feelings of lust. 

Finally Jose broke from the kiss and, still keeping his hand on her heatedly 
pulsing vaginal entrance, he grinned down at her flushed face lasciviously. 
Beth, overwhelmed with shame, couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. 

"You don't fool me," he murmured, whirling his tongue hotly around the outer 
rim of her ear. 

"You like it, don't you? Don't you?" he asked again, jerking her head 
harshly so she had to face him. 

Even as she hated him for what he was doing to her, Beth had to acknowledge 
that he was right. She was as helpless as a rag doll against the powerful 
sensual feelings that he excited in her. 

"Yes," she murmured weakly, blushing furiously. "Yes, I do." 

Smiling triumphantly. Rose Molina's chauffeur got up off the floor and 
pulled Beth to her feet after him. "Good!" he declared. "That's gonna make 
things easier. Now, why don't you get out of those clothes, and we can have 
some fun?" 

* * * 

Meanwhile, downstairs on the second floor, Beth's father, totally unaware of 
the ordeal to which his naive young daughter was being subjected on the 
floor above him, was just finishing the last of a sumptuous dinner and was 
relaxing over a cup of coffee served by his attractive hostess together with 
a very pleasant-tasting liqueur and a box of the most expensive Cuban 
cigars. 

"Wow, I didn't think you could get these things anymore," he marveled, 
leaning back in the comfortable armchair at the intimately candlelit table 
in Rose's large combination bed-sitting room. Like the living room, the 
walls were all white. Against one wall was a huge, round double bed that 
seemed to have every luxury known to modern design built into it. She had 
already demonstrated to him how the control panel in the headboard operated 
the lights and the record player and had promised to demonstrate the film 
projector later, after dinner, implying coyly that she had some "very 
interesting films" to show him. All in all, he was definitely impressed with 
his past and present mistress's lifestyle. 

"If you know the right people, you can get anything you want," Rose replied, 
shrugging her shoulder casually. She was wearing a long, one-shouldered 
black dress of a softly clinging fabric that molded itself to her hips and 
breasts like a second skin, sheer enough to suggest the sensual treasures 
beneath, but not to reveal them too explicitly. Her hair curled in soft 
waves around her shoulders, and in her ears she was wearing an exquisite 
pair of dangling red earrings that looked to Tim's inexperienced eyes like 
real rubies. 

She got up from her chair and undulated gracefully across the room to a 
small writing desk in one corner. "Before I forget," she said, returning 
with a small pile of papers, "here's the check and the loan papers for you 
to sign. Look them over to make sure everything's in order." 

"I'm sure it is, Rose. You seem to know what you're doing where business is 
concerned." He glanced quickly at the forms, then took his pen out of his 
pocket and was about to sign. 

"Wait a minute, the carbons for the bank," Rose said, getting another group 
of papers from the desk and slipping them under the original. 

Tim signed his name on the dotted line, pressing hard on the ball point pen 
to make sure it penetrated to the carbons, then handed them back to her. 

"I can't tell you how much this means to me. Rose," he said as she took the 
papers back to the desk and then began clearing the dinner plates onto a 
wheeled serving cart which she then pushed out into the hall for tjie 
servants to pick up in the morning, "and to Beth, too. I've been so 
preoccupied with business lately that I'm afraid I haven't been much of a 
father to her." 

"You're very fond of her, aren't you?" Rose asked, staring at him intently. 

"Beth? You bet. If anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do . . 
.just fall apart, I guess." 

"Doesn't it worry you to leave her alone at night like this?" The voluptuous 
brunette directed her remarks to him from across the room, where she was 
loading a reel of film into the projector. "I mean she might be inviting 
boyfriends over, getting herself into trouble." 

"Not Beth. I'm telling you Rose. I hate to sound like a typical braggart 
father, but my daughter's one in a million. If she didn't forget to put her 
clothes away once in a while, I'd think she was too good to be true. But 
you'll have to meet her for yourself some time. Then you can tell me whether 
I'm crazy or not." 

"That would be delightful," his ravishingly beautiful mistress replied, 
somewhat noncommittally. "Now," she came back to his chair and, slipping her 
tapering, well-manicured fingers around his own, began drawing him over to 
the bed, "why don't you relax, have another drink, and we'll watch some 
films?" 

"Take your clothes off, make yourself comfortable," she invited, pouring him 
another glass of liqueur. Slightly embarrassed, but titillated also by her 
frank invitation, Tim took off his jacket, shoes and tie and loosened the 
top buttons of his shirt. 

"Oh, you can do better than that," the calculating brunette teased, reaching 
down to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, while Tim sipped on the 
liqueur. 

"This stuff is really good," he said appreciatively as the fiery liquid 
coursed down his throat. "What is it?" 

"Oh, something special a business acquaintance brought me from Mexico. I 
warn you, it's supposed to make you feel very sexy!" Mentally, she added to 
herself, In fact, if you don't slow down, you 're gonna be unconscious for a 
week! 

"You know, I don't mean to pry, and if you'd rather not talk about it, we 
can just forget it, but you've never told me what kind of business you're 
in." 

"I don't mind talking about it," Rose replied, making sure the projector was 
positioned properly and then lowering herself onto the bed beside him. "I 
run a whorehouse." 

Tim's eyes opened wide in astonishment, and he stared at her in disbelief. 
"You're kidding," he finally managed to say. 

"Not at all. Have you ever heard of a place called La Dona's in Phoenix?" 

Tim nodded his head slowly. He certainly had. The wealthier men in town had 
often spoken of its unique atmosphere after a few drinks at business 
luncheons and of its incredibly beautiful proprietress, a sensual Mexican 
woman who would provide a man with anything he wanted, for a price. 

"Well, I'm La Dona. It means 'the lady,' so you can get some idea of the 
kind of place it is." 

Tim whistled appreciatively. So that was where she got all her money. He 
could understand why she'd done well her place was one of the most expensive 
brothels in the Southwest, maybe in the whole U.S., frequented by 
multimillionaires who knew what their jaded tastes required and were willing 
to pay well for it. He didn't know quite what to say. The news came like a 
thunderclap, and he was both shocked and flattered to know that the 
legendary La Dona was none other than his former mistress, and even more 
exciting, that she was at this very moment stretched out languorously beside 
him, at the beginning of what promised to be a very entertaining evening. 

While his mind was still reeling with her sudden revelation, she switched on 
the movie projector, and the opposite wall was immediately filled with an 
image so erotic that his mind was distracted momentarily from thinking about 
Rose's true identity. For there, large as life on the screen, was a 
half-naked girl, being lewdly massaged on her bare breasts by a darkly 
handsome Mexican youth who stood behind her. 

"These certainly aren't your run-of-the-mill home movies, are they?" he 
asked wryly. 

"Well, they're home movies, or maybe 'house' movies is more accurate," Rose 
laughed. "The man is my chauffeur, Jose, and the girl is some little chippie 
he picked up around here. She didn't mind letting the camera watch, so we 
made a few films. I'll be able to use them in Phoenix." 

"A local girl?" Tim asked, amazed. 

"Sure, you know, a little teenager with hot pants. They fall for Jose like 
flies. He could probably get them to turn tricks if he wanted to, but I pay 
him enough so he doesn't have to." 

Tim knew he should be disturbed at the things Rose was telling him. It was 
shocking, after all, to think that young girls were prey to the designs of 
men like the lusty young Mexican who was now peeling off the panties of the 
well-built young girl on the screen. But he was already feeling the effects 
of the aphrodisiacal drink Rose had given him, and in addition, he was 
unaware of the pleasant sensation of her hand closed over the pulsing mound 
of his genitals and massaging them softly. 

"I was so pleased to be able to get this film," she was murmuring while her 
hand teased his sensitively responsive cock into tingling hardness. "She's 
quite a little cunt, isn't she? Wouldn't you like to stick your big hot cock 
up into her pussy?" 

Tim's mind reeled with vividly lustful images as the brunette continued to 
whisper lurid things about the naked blonde girl who, although he didn't 
realize it, was his very own daughter! 

"I wouldn't mind," he answered hotly. "I wouldn't mind at all." 

Rose giggled mischievously and, sitting up on her haunches beside him on the 
bed, began unzipping his fly so her hands could reach inside for his thickly 
throbbing pole of male hardness. 

"Maybe it can be arranged," she cooed. "In the meantime, why don't you shove 
that nice huge piece of hot meat up into my cunt instead, while we watch the 
movie? I planned this especially for you, cara, because I know you like it 
wild!" 

Her hands were driving the increasingly drug-fogged father nearly out of his 
mind with lust, and he felt more hotly aroused than he ever had in his life! 
To be able to fuck Rose...no, not Rose, but La Dona, the most famous whore 
in the southwest, practically a legend, for free, while watching 
pornographic movies of a teenage blonde in a leather mask sucking on the 
cock of a dark Mexican youth...it was better than his most imaginative 
pornographic fantasy! 

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he seized Rose's warm body 
roughly in his hands. "Baby," he growled lustily, "you don't have to ask 
twice!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Upstairs on the third floor, meanwhile, Jose was continuing to follow his 
employer's instructions for the evening. She had told him he could do 
anything he wanted with the Daltrey girl, just to keep it going until she, 
herself, interrupted them. He didn't know why the firm-breasted blonde girl 
was of such interest to his beautiful boss, but as she so often reminded 
him, he wasn't paid to ask questions. Besides, in his present circumstances, 
he didn't much care what Rose's motives were. It was enough for him to have 
the ripely fuckable little blonde bitch totally at his mercy for awhile, and 
he intended to make the most of it. 

He had stripped off his robe, and was sprawled obscenely in a sling-back 
chair, one hand massaging his thickly rigid penis and hairy, wrinkled 
testicles, while the other held a glass of Sangria. Rock music was playing 
on the record player, to the accompaniment of which, Beth Daltrey had just 
finished, at his command, a slow self-conscious strip. 

Now the humiliated blue-eyed teenager was standing completely naked in the 
center of the room, and the drunkenly aroused chauffeur let his eyes rove 
hungrily over her ripe nakedness, from the rosebud-tipped nipples on her 
whitely quivering breasts, over her suntanned midriff and hips, down to the 
golden triangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. 

"C'mere," he slurred, his eyes glinting with naked lust. 

Trembling with fear and humiliation, Beth padded softly over to his chair. 
Tim's young daughter was almost in a state of shock at all his obscene 
demands. Coupled with her terror was the realization of the terrible reality 
of the handsome young man who had so shamelessly deceived her. For once she 
had ceased to struggle or try to get away, it was as though he had suddenly 
dropped the mask of polite suitor completely, allowing her to see for the 
first time the cruel lust that ran just beneath the surface of his deft 
social facade. 

"Spread your legs and lemme see your pussy," Jose commanded, savoring the 
look of degraded submission on her innocent features. 

Burning with embarrassment, Beth did as she was told, separating her slender 
thighs and placing her little fingers on the softly padded cushions of her 
vaginal outer lips so that he could gaze at the pinkly glistening split of 
her still virginal cunt. 

"Nice little pussy. How you like it if I stick my fat cock up in your tight 
little pussy, Beth baby? You like that? Huh?" 

"No...no please," Beth pleaded in a small voice. So often she had thought 
naively of what it would be like to make love for the first time, imagining 
all sorts of beautiful romantic things. Now it seemed that she was going to 
be forced to give the most treasured thing she had her virginity to a 
drunken Mexican whom she hardly knew, while forcibly locked in his bedroom. 
Oh please, God, no, she prayed inwardly, not that! 

"No?" Jose grinned. "Maybe we do something else, then. Turn around...you 
have a nice little ass for a gringo," he murmured appreciatively, "Spread 
your ass open so I can get a really good look!" 

Reddening from head to foot, Beth reached behind her and gripped the rounded 
half-moons of her buttocks, spreading them apart as far as she could. 

Reaching out with one hand, Jose lewdly traced the length of her rectal 
crack with his finger. At first the humiliation of being touched back there, 
almost overwhelmed Beth, and she fought down tears. But in the next instant, 
she was startled to realize that, as Jose lightly whirled his finger around 
the puckered rim of her anal hole, she felt something else, too, a sudden 
spasm of pleasure that shook her whole body and made her bite her lip to 
keep from crying out with lust. It was different from what she felt when he 
kissed her, or even when his voluptuous employer had licked and sucked on 
her steaming vaginal flesh. There was something dark and wild about it, that 
seemed to reach right to the most secret center of herself, making her 
quiver with a nameless desire that ricocheted through her helpless body like 
a sudden flame. 

"Yes, I think we do something else," Jose said softly, his eyes glinting 
with obscene thoughts. Suddenly he was on his feet and propelling the 
frightened girl over to the bed. Then he went to his bureau and poured a 
glass of clear liquid from a bottle that stood next to the Sangria. It was 
the same potent liqueur that Rose had given to Beth's father. 

"Here, drink this," he invited, coming back to the bed where Beth sat 
huddled fearfully, her naked adolescent body quivering with fear and desire. 
"Then we have some fun." 

"No, I don't want it," she protested, turning her head away. He might be 
able to do what he wanted to her body, but she wouldn't let him get her 
drunk again. Whatever happened, she was determined to remain as fully in 
possession of her faculties as she could. 

"I said drink!" Jose hissed harshly, suddenly grabbing her blonde hair and 
yanking on it painfully, forcing her head back and pushing the glass to her 
lips. Beth sputtered and gagged as the fiery liquid cascaded into her mouth, 
some of it spilling down onto her naked breasts and belly. 

"That's better," he declared when the glass was empty. "Now kneel down on 
the bed on your hands and knees." 

Mutely, Beth did as he ordered. She felt like a dumb beast now, totally 
unable to defend or protect herself in any way. Numbly she positioned 
herself on the bed, closing her eyes and praying that it would all be over 
soon. 

Climbing onto the bed, Jose let himself drop behind her, forcing her shapely 
thighs even farther apart. Her head was down, her wavy blonde hair falling 
forward over her face. Jose leered down at the nakedly kneeling girl and 
seized the soft white mounds of her buttocks harshly in his hands, spreading 
them wide, his eyes fastened on the tight brown circle of her exposed little 
anus. Experimentally he thrust at the fearfully contracting ring with his 
outstretched middle finger. Beth jerked forward and cried out as she felt 
him intrude harshly into the tight little rubbery opening. It burned, it 
burned terribly as his rigidly probing finger forced its way into her tight 
anal ring, and she tried to inch forward, away from the tormentingly painful 
sensation, which now seemed to have nothing of pleasure in it at all. But 
her escape was blocked by the wall in front of her, and by Jose's free hand 
gripping her shoulder while the other rammed forward into her painfully 
distended rectum up to the first knuckle. 

"Oooooooo stop, please, it hurts!" Beth wailed piteously, but her cries were 
lost in the din of the rock music, and Jose continued to twist his lewdly 
probing finger all the way up into her tight resisting anus. 

"Now," he said, "I be very nice to you. I let you choose what you want: my 
cock to fuck you in your little pussy so you are no more a virgin, or back 
here in your tight little asshole. What you want, little whore? You gotta 
tell me!" 

The ravaged blonde teenager reeled with shock at his words. It had never 
even occurred to her that he might be considering putting his penis into her 
back there! His finger was bad enough, but the pulsing circumference of his 
lust-thickened cock would split her apart, she was sure of it! But her 
alternative was equally horrible...to let him take her virginity, to plunge 
his cruel cock flesh up into her never before penetrated cuntal depths, 
tearing away, literally and emotionally, thy last remnants of her 
innocence...that was even worse. All of her childhood education and training 
came surging to the forefront of her consciousness, everything she had ever 
been told about the importance of surrendering her virginity only when it 
could be given in love and trust. 

"Make up your mind, cunt!" Jose demanded cruelly, totally unconcerned with 
the mental and physical anguish he was causing the helpless girl skewered 
painfully on his still cruelly twisting finger. "In your ass or in your 
cunt? What's it to be?" 

Suddenly Beth's decision was made, as though his harsh and unfeeling words 
led her instinctively to a choice. She wouldn't let him violate her only 
remaining vestige of her old self. No matter how much it hurt her now, she 
would only give herself that way to someone she loved, not to this 
contemptible rapist who only wanted to use her for his own foul lusts. 

"B-back there," she stuttered weakly, "in...my ass!" 

Grinning lewdly at her response, Jose withdrew his finger from her painfully 
stretched rectal hole. Beth dug her fingers into the bedclothes so hard that 
her knuckles turned white as she felt him position himself behind her, and 
she steeled herself for what was to come. 

Jose opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his hands, and then 
leaned forward to drop a large drop of spittle on her tiny, reddened nether 
hole. Then he drew his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, 
and placed his massively swollen cock-head right at the entrance to the tiny 
puckered hole, whirling it around to spread a sheen of glistening spittle 
all around the edge. 

Holding Beth's hips in position with one hand, he began pressing forward, 
pushing inward on her tiny rectum, forcing his throbbing, purplish staff 
little by little up into the kneeling fifteen year old's virgin anus. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" Beth shrieked, as she felt the huge cudgel begin to stretch 
her tightly clenched rectum wider and wider. It was like a thick hot log 
going up inside her back there, and though she had vowed to endure it, the 
tormented blonde found her courage failing, and began to try to wriggle away 
from the painful intrusion, further and further up on the bed. 

But Jose gripped her hair painfully, and continued his brutal assault on her 
cringing back passage, inching his cock deeper up into her rectum, while the 
agonized teenager mewled and groaned in pain. Finally, after what seemed 
like an eternity, he was all the way in. Tim's daughter's knees gave way 
beneath her, and she collapsed face downward onto the bed, her face streaked 
with tears of pain and humiliation whicn now coursed unchecked down her 
flushed and reddened cheeks. 

Sadistically, Jose began to slowly fuck in and out of her, not even giving 
her a moment's respite. "I think I like this even better than your pussy," 
he murmured, looking down at her whitely shimmering buttocks whose flesh 
jiggled obscenely with the rhythm of his strokes. "It's tighter." 

* * * 

Downstairs, in Rose's second-floor bedroom, meanwhile, Beth's father was 
well on the way to his own orgasm. He, too, was kneeling behind a nakedly 
splayed female, with his cock buried into her cunt right up to the hilt, 
where it had been for some time. He was sawing in and out of her lewdly 
proffered cuntal flesh, every stroke taking him closer and closer to 
explosive release. The drink that Rose had warned him would make him feel 
very sexy seemed to be working just fine, for Beth's athletically built 
father felt like a bull as he plunged his pulsating penis in and out, in and 
out, his cum-bloated balls slapping against Rose's inner thighs with a wet 
sluicing sound on every forward stroke up between her legs from behind. He 
felt as though he could go on forever without his strength flagging one 
iota, stimulated as he was by the drink, Rose's undulating nakedness 
writhing like a demon beneath him, and the incredibly erotic sight of the 
lewd images that flashed onto the opposite wall, increasing his excitement 
even more. 

For the film of young Beth Daltrey's forced oral intercourse with Jose was 
still going on and, unaware that the hungrily sucking little blonde whose 
face was concealed in the leather mask was actually his own daughter, Tim 
let his eyes rove shamelessly over her ripe young nakedness. Christ! She 
might be only a kid, but she sure sucked cock like a professional, he 
thought, as he watched Jose's thick staff slide in and out of the 
leather-rimmed oval of her mouth.. He wouldn't mind having her wrap her lips 
around his own hard pole, if he ever got the chance, with or without the 
cunningly contrived mask, although he had to admit that the sight of the 
leather face-covering which completely obscured the girl's features gave an 
extra sensual element to the scene, albeit of a somewhat dark and forbidden 
nature. 

"Oh yes, lover, that's it! Oh you feel so good in my cunt! Nnnnnngggghhh! Oh 
like that, harder! Harder!" 

Rose's impassioned cries reached his ears and urged him on to even greater 
sensual efforts. So that was how she liked it, eh? Well that was fine with 
him! Bracing himself on his hands so that his back was arched and his 
muscles taut, he swung his hips back and forth lewdly, slamming into the 
brunette whore's pussy from behind like a pile driver, his eyes still 
riveted to the lewd scene on the film. 

The little blonde was clawing and clinging to the naked flesh of the dark 
young man, making the skin of his buttocks turn white around her fingers 
from the pressure while she slavered hotly over his lust-distended cock. Tim 
could see flashes of her pink tongue as it licked up and down over the 
blood-engorged staff, as though she were a child with an ice cream cone. Now 
Rose's chauffeur was gripping the back of the girl's head, driving his huge 
instrument farther and farther into her mouth until she gagged and choked 
and tried to pull away. But a second later she had adjusted to his force, 
and was once again sucking on the huge column of flesh greedily, although 
now it was nearly invisible inside the confines of her warm wet mouth when 
he plunged forward. 

From the expression on the man's face, he was apparently almost on the verge 
of orgasm, for his darkly handsome features were twisted into a grimace of 
ecstasy, and he gritted his teeth and forced the girl's head down harder, as 
though she were a rag doll. 

At the same time, Tim could feel his own heated male seed beginning to churn 
and seethe deep within the confines of his lustily swaying testicles, and 
from the way Rose was shrieking and flailing her head around, while her 
vaginal muscles sucked on his penis like a wet little mouth, as though she 
wanted to milk him dry, she wasn't far from the peak either. 

"Uuuuggghhh," the drug-driven father groaned, his voice sounding savage and 
animal-like, "Oh, that's it, fuck me back, you hot little bitch! Fuck me 
back!" 

Beneath him, Rose writhed and moaned wantonly, but at least part of it was 
an act. For part of her mind was occupied with keen anticipation of the 
moment, only seconds away now, when the hungrily cock-sucking female figure 
on the screen was revealed to be Tim's own daughter Beth! She wished she 
could see the look on his face when it happened, but her position made that 
impossible. It would be perfect, she thought, if it came just at the moment 
when he was spewing his cum into her cunt. That would ensure that both she 
and the moment would be emblazoned on his memory forever. To that end, she 
began wriggling her ass-cheeks wickedly back against him, meeting his every 
forward thrust, and mouthing obscenities that she hoped would give him just 
the added push he needed to climax at the right moment. 

"Oooooo look," she cried out. "He's cumming now! He's shooting off right in 
her mouth. She's nearly choking on it. Oh God, oh Tim, fuck me harder! I'm 
cumming toooo! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" 

And at that moment, triggered by his mistress's lewd words and the sight of 
the mask-clad blonde girl gulping and gasping as Jose's torrent of semen 
gushed down her throat, his own cock seemed to reverberate with soft 
explosions which forced his thick male essence out of his wildly pulsing 
cock-head in several short spurts, and then a long, satisfying stream. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh," he groaned, as his thick cum finally released itself into 
Rose's furiously pumping cuntal depths. 

But then his cry was cut off suddenly, and for a moment he thought he must 
be hallucinating. For just as he jetted his river-load of cum into Rose's 
vagina, the man in the film began to remove the mask from the blonde girl's 
face, peeling it up and back. Suddenly her face was clearly revealed and 
Tim's eyes opened wide in disbelief. 

"It's Beth!" he cried out. "But...but it can't be! What the hell is going on 
here? Stop that film'" 

Even the intensity of his orgasm was forgotten as he pulled roughly out of 
Rose's cunt, his now softening cock trailing a thin trickle of semen as he 
sat back on his haunches and stared in horror at the screen. 

"What's the matter, lover?" Rose asked innocently. "What are you talking 
about?" 

But Tim couldn't find the words to answer at first. He could only gaze in 
horror at the blonde girl on the screen, still naked, panting and gasping 
after the obscene act she had performed. 

"OH MY GOD," he bellowed like a wounded lion, "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!" 

"But that's not possible, cara," Rose protested mildly, although Tim didn't 
even notice that her concern wasn't very great. "You told me yourself she's 
as innocent as a newborn babe, the perfect child. I can't imagine a girl 
like that getting involved with Jose." 

The stricken father buried his head in his hands, trying to sort out his 
confused thoughts. His head was reeling with the new turn of events, and he 
was still feeling the effects of all he'd had to drink. All he could do was 
moan incoherently, "Oh God, oh my baby what's happened to you? How can this 
be happening?" 

Rose Molina could scarcely conceal her sense of triumph as she watched Tim 
Daltrey react to the sudden revelation of his only child's lewd involvement 
with her chauffeur. But she carefully concealed her feelings, savoring each 
moment of her long-planned revenge. For the best was still to come, she 
knew. He still had no idea that she herself was responsible for the lewd 
scene he had just witnessed on the film, and for all the others, too. 

"Wait a minute," she interjected, in a tone that was all helpfulness and 
concern. "Didn't you tell me Beth was at home tonight?" 

"Yes, she is." 

"Well then, that couldn't be her. Jose has the evening off, and he said this 
girl was planning to come over again tonight. She's probably here right now. 
Why don't you call home? It'll probably set all your fears at rest." 

Tim looked at her for a moment, and in his troubled state, he was willing to 
grasp at any straw that might dispel the suddenly arisen nightmare of the 
film. 

"Yes...yes I will," he decided, picking up the phone by the bed. He dialed 
his own number, waiting for Beth's familiar voice on the other end, but 
there was no answer, even though he let it ring extra long. 

"She's...she's not there," he said in a leaden voice as he put down the 
receiver. 

Rose, who had taken advantage of his phone call to slip into a floor-length 
wine-colored velvet robe that draped enticingly over her fully fleshed 
figure, frowned worriedly. 

"Oh," she said thoughtfully. "Does she do that often, go out without letting 
you know?" 

"No, never." 

"I see. Well then, I guess there's only one way to clear this up, isn't 
there?" 

"What do you mean?" Tim asked, unable to think clearly because of the 
alcohol and his completely shattered state of mind. 

Rose handed him his pants from the chair where he had flung them earlier. "I 
mean we'd better get upstairs and see just who Jose has visiting him, hadn't 
we? That is.. . if you're sure you want to know..." 

"Yes," Tim replied slowly, reaching for his trousers. "I'm sure! And if that 
little son of a bitch has done anything to my daughter, I swear I'll kill 
him! With my bare hands!" 

Rose smiled to herself behind his back. No you won't, cara, she murmured 
inwardly. In fact, you won't do a goddamn thing! 

* * * 

Even if she had known that her father was at that very moment making his way 
up the stairs to the third floor of the Rancho, Beth Daltrey was rapidly 
approaching the point where it wouldn't even have mattered. In fact, so 
carried away was her sex-driven young body that there was almost nothing 
which could penetrate past the thick barrier of sensual feeling that 
excluded everything else from her consciousness. 

She had again pushed herself up onto all fours on Jose's bed, and the wiry 
Mexican's massive cock was still deeply embedded in between her buttocks, 
lodged firmly in the depths of her virginal rectum. She still cried out with 
the torment that Jose was inflicting on her helplessly impaled body. 

But there was a difference. Now she no longer wanted him to stop. When, to 
tease and humiliate her even fruther, he paused for a moment his in-and-out 
stroking with his fiercely aroused cock making her beg him to continue, the 
lust-fired teenager lurched her buttocks backward, forcing his penis to 
penetrate her even further, while she flailed her head wildly and dug her 
knees and fists into the mattress, groaning like a female animal in heat. 

For, between the present moment and the earlier painful penetration of his 
hugely bloated maleness into her stretched and straining back passage, 
something had happened. Just when she thought she could bear the pain no 
longer, that it would surely kill her to be so brutally taken from the rear, 
when her never-before penetrated rearward hole seemed about to explode with 
the burning sensation of his lust-thickened penis rubbing abrasively against 
the resistant interior of her rectal walls, a totally unexpected event 
occurred. 

Out of the blazing pain and humiliation that she felt, a new feeling seemed 
to synthesize, a dark, salacious feeling that consumed her mind and body 
simultaneously in slow, but ever widening waves. It wound through her young 
loins, rippling with soft heat through every inch of her lewdly splayed 
frame until even her toes and fingers tingled with a new, never before felt 
aliveness. As its intensity mounted, it obliterated one by one all of her 
horrors about what was happening, almost as though an anesthetic of a very 
peculiar nature were beginning to do its work. In place of her disgust and 
loathing, she began to feel...desire...desire for the very things that only 
a second before had seemed unimaginably horrible. With a sudden surge of 
lust, the skewered teenager began to actually enjoy having Jose's cock 
shoved up inside her tiny anus! Want, even need it! The darkly lustful side 
of her nature that she had only dimly felt before and which had impelled her 
with a force greater than all her conscious, civilized morals, to do Jose's 
bidding, even when she knew it was wrong, dirty, suddenly blossomed into 
full flower! She no longer even wondered what was taking place, for she was 
transformed from the shy, bookish girl she had been only a few days earlier 
into a lust-consumed female beast with only one desire to fill herself 
everywhere at once with hotly thrusting male cocks! Her mind churned with 
forbidden images. She wanted Jose everywhere at once...in her anus, in her 
mouth, in her virginal cunt, even! She could never have enough of his hotly 
pumping male hardness, and if not his, someone else's, anyone's! Even her 
own father came into her mind, as she swung her buttocks back and forth in 
time with Jose's rapid strokes. Yes! She even had those thoughts about her 
own handsome Daddy! As if triggered by her lewd imaginings, her mouth 
suddenly began pouring out sounds, words, which at first were incoherent, 
but soon reached a crescendo of sound and feeling. 

"NNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she howled through gritted teeth, "OOOOOHHHHH FFFUUUUCKKK! 
FFUUUUCCCKKK MEEE GGOOOOODD!" 

* * * 

On the stairs outside the room, Tim Daltrey stopped, frozen in his tracks at 
the sound of the impassioned wail coming from the door just in front of him. 
It was the eeriest, most primitive thing he had ever heard. Surely, surely 
that demoniac shriek couldn't have come from his daughter, his innocent 
flower of an offspring? But the voice was so distorted by lust that he 
couldn't tell. The thought that it might be, however, made his blood boil 
with a rage too potent to be contained by his reason, and he reached out to 
lunge for the door when Rose stopped him. 

"It's probably locked," she whispered. "Come in here, we can see without 
going in." 

Her words jolted the enraged father back to reality momentarily, and he 
turned to follow her in the direction she indicated. Once again, however, he 
felt waves of shock. For he had been so intent on finding out if Beth were 
the girl with Jose that he hadn't even noticed that he was now right on the 
threshold of the very room where his long ago farewell to Rose Molina had 
taken place. He looked uncomprehendingly at the svelte brunette as she 
opened the door and waited for him to follow. There was a strange, almost 
cruel glint in her eyes that he didn't understand, but the entire night was 
becoming incomprehensible to him now. It had a dreamlike quality, it was 
permeated with the unreal. His heart thudding loudly, he walked through the 
door. 

"It's...it's exactly the same," he murmured wonderingly as he looked around 
from just past the threshold, seeing again the window, the vanity table, the 
bed. 

Rose's lips tightened into a cold smile, and her eyes glowed like two coals. 
She, too, felt tense and taut. 

"Not quite the same," she said softly, glancing behind the startled father 
toward the wall over the bed. Coming all the way into the room, Tim followed 
her glance and found himself looking through the window side of the two-way 
mirror that faced into Jose's room, directly at the obscene sight of his own 
daughter kneeling up on all fours, her face a mask of unbelievable lust, 
while the muscular, dark-haired chauffeur gripped her buttocks with his 
hands and thrust his cock into her upturned ass! 

A shaft of pain sharper than any knife twisted in his gut at the sight, and 
it was all he could do to keep himself from crashing through the glass that 
separated him and Rose from the obliviously fucking pair and tearing Rose's 
lust-consumed chauffeur limb from limb. As it was, an agonized groan burst 
from his throat as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. 

Rose watched from the sidelines, her eyes riveted to Tim Daltrey's 
anguish-contorted features. And as she watched him, she felt as though a 
great weight were being lifted from her, a burden she had carried in silence 
for years, the shell with which she had surrounded herself while she coolly 
and calculatedly clawed her way to financial success, revealing her true 
feelings to no one, imposing a rigorous discipline on herself while she made 
plans, plans that now at last were coming to fruition in the tiny room where 
it had all begun. 

"So that's Beth," she said softly. "My, Tim, she's certainly not what I 
expected!" 

Tim raised his hand to his eyes for a moment, his whole body tense. "Oh 
Beth," he moaned. "My God, what have you done to yourself?" And then he 
turned to Rose and asked, "How can you be so unfeeling. That's my daughter!" 

Rose raised her eyebrow cynically and glanced toward Beth. "She doesn't seem 
to be suffering much, so why should I? In fact, I'd say she looks as though 
she's enjoying herself, wouldn't you?" 

Forcing himself to confront once again the obscene reality visible through 
the window glass, Tim had to admit that his mistress was right. For Beth and 
Jose were now rapidly approaching the peak of their orgasm, and the 
horrified father watched open-mouthed as his blonde, blue-eyed daughter, 
whom he had labored all his life to cherish and protect, ground her buttocks 
back into Jose's lunging cock blows. Through the thin wall that separated 
the two rooms, he could even hear her voice raised once again in demonic 
passion as her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

"Ooooohhh," she wailed. I'm CUMMMINGG! IIII'MM CCCUUUMMIIINNGGG! HARDER! 
HARDERRRR! AAAAAGGGHHH' 

Jose, too, was apparently climaxing, for he threw his head back with his 
eyes closed, and his body jerked and heaved from the hips as though it were 
being shot through with a thousand volts of electricity. His voice, too, 
expressed his peak of ecstasy. 

"OOOOOOHHHH SSSHHHIIITTTT!! ! " he bellowed, as his hotly throbbing penis 
jetted its thick flood of semen into Beth's lewdly jiggling ass. 
"AAAAAHHHHH!! ! " 

As he watched from the other side of the mirror, Tim felt himself consumed 
with rage, both at the Mexican and his daughter. How could she have deceived 
him so? Had he been blind all this time? It was unbelievable, but it must be 
true. And worst of all, the horrified father found that he was even having a 
physical reaction to the mind-shattering scene taking place between his 
daughter and her...her lover? His mind reeled at the idea that Beth should 
have a lover, and an unreasoning, primitive wave of jealousy swept through 
him. At the same time, he realized that his cock, clad only in his tight 
continental slacks, was in full erection! He had become aroused by watching 
his own daughter shamefully ass-fucked by his mistress's Mexican chauffeur! 

"I'm gonna kill that little mother-fucker!" he bellowed, and was about to 
charge into the hall and break down the door to the adjoining room when 
Rose's voice, sharp as a knife, penetrated his consciousness. 

"You lay one hand on him, lover, and those pictures of your daughter will be 
plastered on the front page of every tabloid in the country in twenty-four 
hours! And I mean business!" 

Dumbstruck, Tim looked at his mistress. To his surprise, she seemed to have 
changed. Instead of the assured, unruffled elegance which usually 
characterized her appearance, except when she was in the throes of fucking, 
her face was alive with a savage cruelty, and...and her hatred seemed to be 
directed at him! 

"Rose...What's going on? I don't understand..." 

"You will, very shortly. In fact, why don't you get Beth to tell you 
herself? What she doesn't know, I'll gladly fill in. But remember, darling, 
I run a clean house. Nobody roughs up the whores or the Johns, unless they 
want trouble. Is that clear?" 

"Don't call my daughter a whore," he retorted angrily, but the 
revenge-driven brunette only smiled knowingly, walked out into the hall and 
knocked on the other door. 

"Open up, Jose; it's me." Then she stepped aside to let Tim enter first. 

Despite her warning, the outraged father shoved Jose aside with one arm, 
sending him flying halfway across the room. Then his eyes found what they 
were looking for.. . his daughter, huddled wide-eyed in the comer of the 
bed, where she had retreated at the sound of Rose's voice. She was just 
wrapping the sheet around her naked body, but at the sight of her father she 
froze in position. 

"Daddy!" she gasped. And then she dissolved in loud, hysterical sobs, both 
in shame at having been discovered at the lowest point of her degradation by 
her own father, and relief that at least she would not be subjected to any 
more of Rose Molina's particular brand of cruelty. 

But Tim was not softened by her tears. "Just what the hell is going on here, 
young lady?" he demanded sternly, fighting down the desire to slap her silly 
for what he had just witnessed. 

"Oh Daddy," Beth wailed, "He...he made me come here. He said she had 
pictures of us and she was going to go to the police and tell them I was 
a...prostitute if I didn't come. And then he locked me in and he...he..." 
The shattered young adolescent couldn't even bring herself to use the words 
that would be required to describe to her father what had just happened. 

"I saw what he did, Beth." 

His daughter turned her anguished face toward him. hoping it wasn't true. 

"That's a two-way mirror," her father explained. 

"I...I know." Beth sobbed. "That's how they took the pictures." 

Tim listened to her explanations, trying to fit the pieces together. 
Gradually he began to see the pattern. She had been blackmailed into coming 
tonight. And Rose had...had known who she was! It was more than he could 
absorb, particularly since his mind was occupied with a strange thought. As 
he gazed at his debauched young daughter, he felt strangely as though there 
was something different in their relationship now. She was not the same. The 
disheveled girl whose naked body huddled on the bed was almost a stranger, 
for he couldn't erase from his mind the image of her nakedly squirming body 
kneeling into Jose's lewd ass-fucking a few moments earlier, nor the 
hungrily-sucking vision on the screen in Rose's bedroom who slavered over 
the naked chauffeur's cock. His heart broke with the knowledge that 
something precious to him had been destroyed, perhaps forever. The innocent 
child he had loved was now a sexually awakened young woman! Finally, when he 
could bear no more, he turned away, shaking with feelings he couldn't quite 
comprehend. 

"Well, it seems the wheel has come full circle, hasn't it?" Rose said 
harshly, watching her lover's turmoil from across the room. 

"What do you mean?" he asked dully. 

"Well, sixteen years ago. I was the weeping maiden, and you just walked out 
the door. Now we're here again, and this time there's another disappointed 
little girl who's just been fucked, isn't there?" 

Tim's anger exploded at her cold words. "Jesus Christ," he burst out. "What 
the hell kind of a bitch are you? Don't you have any feelings?" 

Rose laughed shortly and retorted with anger that matched his own. "For your 
daughter? No! I never learned to have feelings for children. And do you want 
to know why, Tim? Do you? Because the only child that was ever in my belly 
got cut out of it when I was sixteen, right after its father went off to 
marry Myrna Evans, the other hole he'd been poking his stick in! So don't 
you lecture me about human feelings, my friend. Because you're the man who 
destroyed every bit of feeling I ever had!" 

A silence fell over the room after Rose's impassioned outburst. Beth, still 
drugged and shocked from all that had gone before, tried to put together all 
the strange things she was hearing. Her father knew Jose's boss 
before...from what she was saying, he had even gotten her pregnant...but how 
could that be? Her father, who was so good, so honest, he would never have 
done such a thing! Bewildered, she fell back on the bed, too exhausted to 
take it all in. 

Tim gazed at Rose for a long time, as though he, too, could not believe what 
she was saying. "I...I never knew," he said weakly. "You never told me." 

"I never had the chance. You told me first! About her! Remember? I was going 
to tell you that night, but I never got the chance. Because you just lucked 
me and left! You walked down those stairs out there and you never even 
looked back! You wanted Myrna Evans' baby, and her father's business. Well, 
now you've got them both, for all the good they'll do you, because every 
time you sit down at your desk in that office, or spend a penny of that 
money I gave you, or look at her," in an unexpected gesture, Rose suddenly 
reached down and ripped the sheet off of Beth's body, exposing her nakedly 
ravaged body once more, "you'll remember just how much they cost!" 

"You...you planned this whole thing, didn't you?" 

"Every step of the way, baby. I counted on you being as vain as you used to 
be, and you didn't disappoint me, not once!" 

"Suppose I go to the police?" 

Rose smiled. "That would be very unwise, considering that I have films and 
photos, not just the ones you saw downstairs, but another set, too, pictures 
of me nibbling on your little darling's cunt! And I also have your signature 
on a very damaging contract, my dear." 

"I don't want your money now. You can tear up the check. I don't want to 
touch anything connected with you!" 

"Noble sentiments, Tim, but the loan isn't what I'm talking about. You 
really ought to learn to check your carbons, darling. The way you jumped to 
sign those papers, I'm amazed you've lasted in business this long!" 

"What are you talking about?" Tim asked, his brain pounding with the rapid 
flow of information. Would this nightmare ever be over? 

"The carbons I gave you are a totally different contract.. . a release for 
Beth to appear in my little films, signed by you as her guardian. That, plus 
the pictures and the loan papers should discourage you from bringing the 
police in, I think." 

Tim's stomach turned over in agony as he realized how cleverly she had woven 
her web of revenge. He was trapped. There was nothing he could do. And, in a 
dim corner of his mind, he found himself wondering if perhaps she was right, 
but his mind was still too fogged with the potent aphrodisiac she had given 
him earlier to be sure. There was a sort of ironic justice in what she had 
done, for what she had done to Beth...was it any worse than what he had done 
to her in years past? 

His eyes blurred with tears as he gazed once more at the figure of his 
daughter lying naked and defenseless on the bed. No, he wouldn't call the 
police. All he wanted now was to end Beth's ordeal, for she, at least, of 
all of them, was innocent. He didn't know how he would ever make up to her 
for what had happened, but he would try. with all the strength he had. 

"What do I have to do to get those pictures and the contract back?" he 
asked. 

"Just repay my loan whenever you have a spare twenty thousand," the 
velvet-clad brunette replied maliciously. 

"That won't be long. I have an offer to buy the firm. I think I'll take it." 

"Oh?" Somehow the revelation that he was immediately ready to sacrifice the 
business to protect his daughter affected Rose, and she suddenly found her 
eyes clouding with tears, as though the knowledge that he cared so much for 
Beth took the edge off of her triumph. But she quickly brushed the signs of 
her emotions away and motioned to Jose, who had been watching the whole 
scene from the sidelines. "Come on, Jose," she snapped. "Let's get out of 
here and let Daddy and darling Beth get dressed and get out. Because I never 
want to set eyes on either of them again!" 

"The feeling is mutual," Tim replied dully, his eyes still riveted to his 
daughter. He didn't turn around until he heard the door close and their 
retreating footsteps going down the stairs. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Beth...oh, Beth," Tim whispered hoarsely, his voice thick from all the 
drinking he had done earlier, as well as the potent aphrodisiac that still 
made urgent demands upon his body. "I...I don't know what to say..." 

His blurred eyes stared in sorrow at the image of his naked young daughter 
sprawled lewdly on the wide double bed before him. His brain reeled, not 
only from the deep shocks inflicted by Rose's vicious revelations, but from 
the overwhelmingly erotic sight of his fifteen year old offspring. 

And Beth, still under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac as well, had 
blotted the horror of the events out of her young mind, unable to fully 
grasp their significance, and instead let the surging effects of the 
sex-drug envelop her in an unreal euphoria. She felt as if she were 
dreaming, drifting in some kind of erotic fantasy, for her adolescent mind, 
unable to endure the harsh truth of her deception by Jose and his female 
boss or the sudden appearance of her father, dressed only in his tight 
continental slacks, had banished everything from her consciousness save the 
tumultuous feelings of sensual longing that rippled through her whitely 
glistening young frame like ocean waves. 

"It...it doesn't matter, Daddy," she murmured, stretching her curvaceous 
young body back against the rumpled sheets of the chauffeur's bed. "Don't 
worry. I'm fine...really, I'm fine." 

She smiled at him in such a strangely provocative way that her father was 
stunned by it. What had Rose and her henchmen done to his daughter? How was 
it possible for them to transform his innocent offspring into a debauched 
and sex-driven creature like this? Vividly, the bewildered father remembered 
the film his former mistress had shown him and recalled how excited he had 
been at the sight of the lithe female body of the girl in the leather mask 
sucking on Jose's cock. BUT THAT GIRL WAS HIS OWN DAUGHTER! AND HE HAD 
DESIRED HER! Even now, he was shocked to realize, his drug-sensitized 
genitals were responding lewdly to the sight of Beth stretched out obscenely 
on the bed before him. His huge cock, still aching with desire, throbbed 
like a jungle drum inside his tight trousers as if. . . as if it wanted him 
to fuck his own daughter! 

"Oh Christ." he groaned, bringing his hands to his temples and trying to 
blot the shameful thoughts from his spinning brain. The Mexican temptress 
had destroyed his entire life, not only tricking him with the business 
contract, but also turning his young daughter into a whore! All her 
seductive allure had been part of a scheme to ruin him. And the agonized 
father knew that very possibly she had succeeded. What could he do now? What 
possible way was there to repair the hideous damage that had been done! 

A slight wave of dizziness made the handsome parent reel slightly, and he 
lurched to the bed and sat at the edge, holding his head in his hands, 
trying to stave off the threatening blackness that had surged up from his 
unconscious. His fifteen year old daughter, seeing him so troubled, 
instinctively moved to him, putting her arms around his shoulders lovingly, 
and pressing her naked body against his equally naked back. 

"Oh Daddy," she said, "please don't be unhappy. Please..." She felt a 
surging swell of love rise in her for the man who was her father. It was the 
first time, she realized, that she was naked with him, but her alcohol and 
drug-fogged brain found nothing wrong with this. Her father needed her, and 
she wanted to hold him. hold him so tightly that all his troubles would go 
away. The still virginal fifteen year old began to twine her little fingers 
in the soft locks of her father's blond hair, ail the while whispering words 
of affection in his ear, trying, in her dream-like state, to bring him back 
from the edge of despair. However, she was only vaguely aware that her 
hyper-sexed young body was responding just as enthusiastically to their 
intimate closeness. Little flashes of sensual warmth began to throb in the 
fifteen year old's wildly aroused young pussy, and strong currents of desire 
insinuated themselves in her churning loins. "Everything's going to be all 
right; I know it." 

Absorbed by his grief, Tim was only semi-conscious of the fact that his 
ravaged young daughter was pressing her naked frame against him, for his 
mind still raged with disbelief and anxiety over the devastating turn of 
events. He felt he was at a complete dead end now, and that there was no way 
out of the chaos. Unconsciously, he reached up and began to stroke the soft 
curls of his daughter's silky blonde hair, wanting desperately to help her, 
to bring her back from the dark abyss of sex and depravity that Rose Molina 
had dragged her into. He became filled with the overpowering desire to help 
his abused offspring, to smooth away the shattering nightmare she had 
endured, just as, when she was a little girl, he had often calmed her after 
a bad dream by stroking her head softly and easing her mind. Pulled by this 
need, he found himself twisting around to face her, and in the next moment, 
father and daughter slipped into a warm embrace, each trying to communicate 
love and hope to the other. 

Instinctively, Beth began to kiss her troubled father, driven on by the 
insistence of the aphrodisiac, planting her soft young lips on his eyes, his 
masculine cheeks, his mouth. Oh, she wanted him to know she loved him, no 
matter what, and that he would always be her wonderful father. Without 
realizing it, her tongue began to probe in between his lips and she pressed 
her firmly pointed young breasts against his hair-strewn chest. At the same 
time, her love-hungry hips began to writhe sensuously and her still-virginal 
pussy pulsed with an undeniable passion, aching now to know the fullness of 
love that Jose had awakened in her. 

At first Tim Daltrey struggled to pull away, for a dim voice from his 
conscience penetrated his hazy state, trying to warn him against what might 
happen. But the force of his drug-stupored mind and body soon overran these 
faint moral objections, and with a groan of despair, he clutched his naked 
daughter tightly and began to kiss her back. Within a few moments, his 
tongue began to mingle with hers, sucking on it hungrily as both father and 
daughter moaned in rising ardor, each caught in the chaotic thrall of events 
that had thrown them without warning into each other's arms. Tim's hands, 
unguided by his mind, moved downward over her smooth white adolescent 
shoulders and then around to savor the silky skin of her back. Finally, they 
eased back upward and tenderly, lovingly, sought out the quivering white 
mounds of her fifteen year old breasts. 

Beth exulted happily in the taste of her father's probing tongue and the 
touch of his warm, male hands on her naked breasts. More than anything in 
the world she wanted to help him, to ease his sorrow, to smooth his anxiety 
away, just as her mother might have done if she were alive. Nothing mattered 
but this, not even the shocking horror of her experience with Jose, or the 
realization of her father's involvement with Miss Molina. No, all that 
receded far back in her reeling brain, leaving her only with the desire to 
become closer to her handsome parent, to be able to make him realize that 
the only thing that mattered was their love for each other. Her young body 
ached with longing for him, longing that her innocent mind only knew as a 
daughter's desire to help, and that her body saw only as a release for its 
urgent sexual demands. 

She clung desperately to him, kissing and mewling softly while her father 
continued to fondle her desire-swollen breasts, tenderly, 
half-unconsciously, tweaking the hardened nipples into further arousal. Oh, 
how warm and sweet it was to have her in his arms. He wanted to let her know 
how much he loved her, how much he wished none of this had happened. Maybe 
Rose had done irreparable damage to her, maybe Beth was ruined, but wasn't 
there still a chance he could do something? Wasn't there some way he could 
blot out the traumatic events that had brutalized her so much? It was wrong, 
he knew, terribly wrong to be embracing and kissing her this way. And to be 
touching her breasts, almost as if he wanted to...to make love to her! 

And, yet, the confused father instinctively knew that something was forcing 
him to do this, something deeper and far more powerful than even the Mexican 
drug Rose had gave him. It was as if somewhere deep in his unconscious mind 
something was driving him further into these shameful intimacies with his 
own daughter. But why? Why? Suddenly, Tim was struck by a bizarre notion; 
maybe the only way he could help Beth was by doing this very thing! Even 
though the outside world would consider it shamefully wrong, the desperate 
father realized that perhaps only something more overpoweringly emotional 
could jolt his young daughter out of the degenerate spiral initiated by 
Rose. MAYBE HE HAD TO FUCK HIS DAUGHTER TO SAVE HER! At first, he struggled 
to put this shocking thought out of his head, and instinctively drew his 
hands away from her tender young breasts. But the idea remained in his head 
and became more and more convincing to him. It was absurd, crazy even, but 
maybe, just maybe, it would work. He became possessed with the idea out of 
his desperate need to undo all that had been done. Finally, he knew there 
was no other choice. 

With a deep groan of surrender, Tim let his explorative hands return to her 
softly pulsing young breasts, and he returned her kisses with mounting 
excitement. All misgivings fled from his mind now, and he was consumed with 
one thought to fuck his own daughter and break through the shame and 
degradation that Rose had put on her. His trembling hands began to move 
down, down to caress her softly quivering thighs, to softly stroke her 
velvety abdomen, and then finally to tangle his fingers in the soft hair 
that covered her innocent little vaginal mound. Beth, thrilled at his gentle 
love-making, eagerly raised her rounded hips upward and turned her body 
slightly so that her father's middle finger quickly found the tip of her 
clitoris. He began to stroke and caress it sensually, and she responded with 
moans of erotic passion, letting herself drift back against the soft bed in 
rising ecstasy. Nothing had felt so wonderful as this, nothing! 

Tim, convinced now of the importance of what he was doing, was thrilled by 
her passionate responses, and his own desire for her mounted hungrily. 
Rotating his middle finger lewdly against her swollen clitoral bud, his cock 
began to pound furiously with blood, thickening Stiffly in his trousers, and 
in that moment he knew, beyond all doubt, that he had to fuck her! Fate had 
led them to this momentous time, and he was ready to thrust all doubts aside 
now and carry through his intentions, not only for Beth, but for himself as 
well.. It was their only chance now for happiness. With a groan of 
uncontrollable passion, he suddenly pulled away from her, stood up, and 
quickly stripped himself of his shoes and trousers, panting like a wild man 
in his urgent desire to help her. 

Beth, seeing his feverish response, thrilled inwardly as she realized, in 
her alcohol and drug-driven stupor, that she would soon see her beloved 
father completely naked for the first time, and that.. . he was going to 
make love to her! It was as if her deepest wish had come true, for the 
passion-drenched young adolescent knew that in this way she could love him 
more fully than ever! She could show him that everything was going to be all 
right! SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE HER INNOCENCE AWAY TO HER OWN WONDERFUL FATHER! 
Her young body began to throb with redoubled, heated desire, and she 
stretched out her arms to him in sheer delight. 

"Daddy," she whispered, "Daddy...yes, come to me...hold me...make love to 
me. Daddy...I want you so much!" 

Tim Daltrey felt his heart swell with happiness and triumph at her words, 
for it actually seemed as if his plan was going to work. Beth seemed to have 
forgotten all about Jose and Rose; her thoughts seemed to center only on 
him. She no longer looked abused and mistreated, like a whore, but like a 
virginal little flower, a radiant young lady ready for her first adventure 
into true womanhood. And she wasn't going to be raped by some degenerate 
bastard, he would see to that. He was going to give her, her first full 
release vaginally! HE WAS GOING TO DEFLOWER HIS OWN DAUGHTER TO SAVE HER! 

Taking no further time to dwell on the morality of his decision, he quickly 
went to the bed and lay his naked frame down beside the warmly pulsing form 
of his fifteen year old daughter. In the next moment, he enfolded her in his 
arms, and as he did. a rush of aching desire tore through his body like a 
bolt of lightning. Growing savagely aroused by contact with her adolescent 
nakedness, he pressed her tightly to him, mouths sought one another again 
and warm tongues mingled shamelessly, going wild in each other's mouths. The 
young teenager twisted and undulated her naked body with increasing abandon, 
moaning in her father's protective embrace as he caressed her throbbingly 
full breasts. With overwhelming hunger, Beth found her father's 
desire-stiffened cock with her hand, and drawing the thick foreskin back, 
she deftly exposed the huge bulbous head. Trying to use all the knowledge 
she had gained from her brief experience with Jose to please her muscular 
father, she began to tickle the semen-filled ridge on the underside of his 
desire-inflated shaft. 

The erotic touch of his daughter's hand on his aching penis filled Tim's 
mind with even stronger passion. He had never felt so barbarically alive in 
his life, even with Rose. He groaned lewdly as Beth stroked his cock and 
cupped his heavily swollen balls with her warm hands. She, too, was overcome 
with pleasure and joy, knowing that she was able to help her father. His 
lusty groans told her vividly that her love for him was giving him 
happiness, and to the now lovingly erotic teenager, nothing else mattered 
but that. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried suddenly, "I want you to...to make love to me 
now...now..." 

Responding hypnotically to her urging, his alcohol-clouded brain mad with 
desire, Tim Daltrey quickly positioned himself over the enchantingly 
proffered form of his eager young daughter, drawing her slim little legs 
wide to expose the softly throbbing splendor of her virginal pussy. In that 
moment, he knew that his decision had been a correct one, and that his only 
chance of saving Beth lay in making love to her! Moaning in unrestrainedly 
lust-fired passion, Tim placed his rigid member tenderly against her 
expectantly dampened young vaginal entrance, the hot little tip nudging the 
membrane of her hymen. 

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he murmured softly, "I won't hurt you. 
Nobody's going to hurt you ever again." 

"Yes, Daddy...yes, oh yes..." 

Tim moved forward slightly, and the blood-engorged head of his 
desire-hardened cock pressed experimentally against the taut little membrane 
that protected the entrance to her moist hot cunt. Beth jerked convulsively 
at the electrifying contact of his pulsing cock-head against her hymen and 
then opened her long, trembling legs still wider and pulled them up 
slightly. Slowly, Tim moved forward, tenderly guiding his throbbingly alive 
penis into the small pink mouth of her pussy, stretching the hymen gently as 
lie did so. The soft inner flesh of Beth's full white thighs jerked 
spasmodically as he pressed forward, inserting more and more of his 
love-thickened rod of flesh into the tiny cuntal opening, stretching the 
resistant tissue of her virginity tauter and tighter to the point of 
splitting. 

"Aaaaaahhhh," she cried softly as, with a final thrust he penetrated past 
the tender membrane of her maidenhead, sending a thrilling mixture of pain 
and pleasure surging through her adolescent loins, "OOOOHHHH!" 

Tim shuddered momentarily as he realized that he was now inside his fifteen 
year old daughter's vagina, but he could tell by the rapturous expression on 
her face that she loved it. Pressing forward lovingly, his blood-swollen 
cock slipped tightly up into her wet and narrow passage, finally filling her 
belly totally for the first time in her life. 

"That feels so good," she groaned in encouragement, "soo gooood!" 

Her lust-provoking words sent whirlpools of sensual heat surging through her 
father's madly aroused body, and he began to fuck her slowly, sliding his 
thick cock-shaft incestuously in and out of her eagerly clasping vagina, 
driving his passion-stiffened penis far up into his beautiful blonde 
daughter's writhing loins, then retreating, driving in again each time with 
a slow easy rhythm, while the pressure in his semen-bloated testicles began 
to send aching messages of urgent need through his hard, muscular body. 

Beth wriggled happily beneath her father's steadily mounting strokes, and 
she became consumed with thrills of delight that were far better than 
anything she had experienced before in her young life. Her very own father 
was filling her warm pussy, and she gasped in rapture as his thickly swollen 
penis made her hot little vagina quiver with blissful heat. In that moment 
all the agony and shame of the last few days vanished as if by magic, for 
nothing could compare with the glorious feelings she now experienced. She 
cried out with happiness as her handsome parent began to stroke into her 
with increasing fervor, driving his heavy cock far up into the excitedly 
pulsing walls of her now-deflowered pussy. Beth thrilled as his 
sperm-bloated balls slapped against the smooth flesh high up inside her 
thighs, and she writhed her young body with excitement as he plunged forward 
into her wet young pussy again and again. 

'This is wonderful!" she moaned in ecstasy. "This is the most wonderful 
thing that ever happened to me!" 

Her words made Tim groan with happiness. It was working! He was fucking his 
own daughter, In that moment, it seemed, they shared between them a depth of 
rapture that they knew would be unsurpassable. They had reached union, a 
union that was not some shameful little sex episode, but one that had been 
called forth by the deepest needs in the psyche of man. Out of the depths of 
their heartache and despair, Beth and her father had swung upwards, borne 
aloft by the sincerity and truth of their need, into a brave new world of 
love and affection. 

After what seemed like an eternity of golden bliss, the supreme moment began 
to ebb away, and a few moments later father and daughter lay lovingly 
entwined in each other's arms, breathing softly, scarcely willing to say a 
word to interrupt the magical spell that surrounded them. Tim knew now, in 
his heart of hearts, that it was all going to be good now. He could hear, in 
the distance, the muffled voices of Rose and Jose talking in another part of 
the house. It was with a jolt of surprise that he realized that he no longer 
felt contempt or even anger for them now. He only pitied them. For they 
could never know the sweet rapture that he and Beth had found. Rose had done 
her best to ruin both his life and Beth's, but despite the success of her 
plan, Tim knew that ultimately she had failed, failed miserably, for he felt 
stronger than ever, and filled with hope and happiness. He turned languidly 
and gazed fondly at the radiant face of his beautiful blonde daughter. 

"Oh Beth," he said softly, "I love you so much 

"I love you too. Daddy," she whispered back warmly. 

"We've got to start all over again now, you know. It won't be easy." 

"I know." His fifteen year old daughter looked pensive for a moment, then 
embraced her father tenderly. "But it'll be okay as long as we have each 
other." 

Tim kissed her softly on the lips, and their eyes met, exchanging, in that 
moment, deeply felt messages of love and trust. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he said, brushing a soft lock of blonde hair from her 
smooth forehead, "I think it's time to go home." 


THE END
