Chapter 4
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!"