Chapter 8
"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."