Snow fell all around. The bus labored its way through the starkly beautiful mountain wilderness, but Judy Prince saw nothing. She could think only of Rick. The way he had fucked her last night – driving her to a shameless frenzy of pleasure – was something she could not easily forget. She remembered the inexpressibly beautiful feeling of having his big cock buried deep in her creaming, welcoming cunt, then blushed and looked around furtively at the other passengers, as if they had read her mind. No one returned her look, however, and Judy forced herself to gaze out the window at the snowy landscape, to think of something else. Shape up, she lectured herself, it'll only be three weeks, then you'll see Rick again. My God, surely you can go without sex for three weeks?
Judy was in her senior year at a Midwestern College and, right now, very hard up for money. Happiness with Rick seemed so near, yet so far. They would both graduate in June, and they wanted to get married then, but unless Rick found a good job, it was out of the question. Judy had decided to do her bit for the financial cause, taking a job during Christmas vacation. Unfortunately, with the country in an economic slump, there were almost no jobs available for students. Judy was finally forced to ask her father for work at his ski lodge in Idaho, which meant not only leaving Rick for three weeks but also breaking a solemn promise to her mother. Judy's parents had been divorced ages ago, and her bitter mother had made her swear never to see her father or to communicate with him in any way.
But Mother was dead now. It had been nearly six months since her death, and Judy saw nothing wrong with meeting her father now, especially when he had been kind enough to give her a job. She hadn't seen Guy Prince since she was an infant, didn't even remember him. He was forty five now, a successful businessman, and had never remarried. Judy was excited about seeing him, excited about working in this beautiful mountain country. But she also missed Rick. God, how she missed him!
Judy gave up the effort to discipline her mind, letting her thoughts wander back to Rick. She wouldn't reach the ski lodge for an hour yet, there was plenty of time to daydream. Now she remembered how she had first met Rick, the amazingly strong attraction between them the moment they met each other's eyes, and the way their sexual relationship had seemed to rocket out of control, both bewildering and delighting Judy. She blushed a little even now, thinking about it. She'd never been that kind of girl before!
That had been a year ago, and Judy was a virgin ten. She intended to remain a virgin for a long time. First she would get her teaching certificate and try for one of those groovy overseas positions, in Paris or Rome, teaching the children of American military officers stationed in Europe. She wanted to see the whole world before settling down. Some day she would runway, she wanted a husband and family very much, but she was in no hurry to tie herself down. And because of the way she'd been raised, because of her own deep beliefs, she intended to save her virginity for her husband.
All her great plans went out the window, however, when she met Rick. It was at a party in someone's apartment, just the usual sort of thing, kids drinking beer, dancing, blowing a little grass, bitching about their classes, doing imitations of the faculty. Nothing extraordinary, except for the new guy she was introduced to, Rick West. As they shook hands, she looked into his eyes and thought, My God, he's too sexy to live!
It wasn't just that Rick was handsome. He was that, all right, but he was more. There was a rugged, confident, male-animal aura about him, a muscular grace to his tall body, that attracted Judy irresistibly. Never in her life had she been so turned on by a man. He asked her to lance, and within minutes she realized that she wanted him, wanted him bad, with a sexual hunger she'd never experienced before.
After that she was on her guard. She wasn't supposed to want a man, or to fall in love, not for years yet. She danced and talked with Rick most of that evening, and since he impressed her as a gentleman, she allowed him to drive her back to her place after the party. It was then that all her careful planning seemed to fail. Rick had escorted her into her apartment and then bent to give her a goodnight kin. Judy felt a powerful flood of desire, and she panicked.
"Please, Rick, wait!" she cried.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked gently. "If you don't want me to kiss you, just say so. I don't like to force myself on a girl."
"Oh, Rick, it isn't that I don't want you to! I don't know what I mean," Judy said helplessly. "I don't know if I can explain."
Rick led her to the couch and made her sit beside him. "Tell me about it," he said, slipping one strong arm around her shoulder. "Just take your time and tell me what's bothering you."
His sympathetic manner encouraged Judy to be frank. "I'm afraid I'll go too far with you, Rick," she explained. "I'm a virgin, you see, and I hadn't planned to be otherwise for a long time. I suppose this sounds stupid and old-fashioned to you, but I want to be a virgin when I marry."
Rick softly kissed her forehead. "It doesn't sound stupid to me," he answered. "I think it's great. There aren't many girls around like you any more, Judy, and I can't think of a nicer thing you could do for your husband than to let him be the first. Believe me, I'm with you!"
"Thanks," Judy sighed, very much relieved that she hadn't angered him. "But that still doesn't solve our problem. I don't want to be an iceberg with you, Rick, but I don't want things to get out of hand, either."
"Baby," he grinned, "there's a thousand ways to make love without actually screwing. We'll make out just fine."
Judy didn't understand what Rick meant. How was it possible to make love without actually "doing it"? Judy was not very experienced, to say the least. She simply assumed that people went from kissing to necking to intercourse, and that was that. She knew of no other way. Rick had to show her.
"Don't panic," he laughed, "I'm just going to hold you and kiss you for a while. If you like that, we'll go on from there, and if you don't like it, I'll quit. Nothing to worry about, I promise you that, Judy."
She trusted him and let him go ahead. Judy had been kissed a few times before, but never like this. Her awkward adolescent dates had never eased her mouth open in this sensual way, used their tongues, or gently but deliciously fondled her breasts. Rick went at it slowly, softly, but expertly. She stiffened in surprise as his tongue snaked into her mouth, but when it was all the way in, holding still there, possessing her mouth, she kit sharp excitement. There was a strange tightening, a burning warmth, deep in tier vagina, and she felt a little cream trickle out to dampen the crotch of her panties.
Rick held her and kissed her like that until she was thoroughly relaxed and enjoying it, then eased her down on the couch. He kissed her throat, and he began to unbutton her blouse. This was where Judy had always drawn the line before with boys, and she felt sudden fright.
Rick sensed her mood. "Nothing dangerous," he whispered, "nothing that can make trouble. Remember that. I promised, and I meant it."
She believed him, and she wanted him to go on touching her very much. She relaxed. He quickly removed her blouse and bra, and for the first time Judy felt a man's hands and lips on her naked breasts. At first she was afraid and embarrassed, but soon she was enjoying it too much to think of anything else. He began by fondling and cupping her perfectly shaped tits very gently, then progressed to tonguing the nipples lightly. This excited Judy sharply. Then his mouth closed over the left nipple, flicking it swiftly with his tongue, then sucking it vigorously. Judy moaned. She had never realized that her breasts were a source of pleasure. Somehow Rick's sensual sucking aroused hot response in her cunt, making it contract and cream. He went on to suck the other nipple, and the same thing happened again, the quick clenching and hot juicing of her cunt. Oh, she would have to be careful with this man! He could easily master her body, make her perform at his will.
Again it was as if he read her thoughts. "That's enough for tonight," he said firmly. "I think I've proved my point."
He had, indeed. On that night and the nights tat followed, Rick proved to Judy that he could bring her exquisite pleasure without endangering her precious virginity. She came to trust him completely. More than that, she came to love him. She wanted no other man, ever. And when she knew that, she wanted him to have her body in the most intimate way. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. It was Rick who made it possible.
One evening he said, "Judy, you know what you told me about saving it for your husband? Well, what if that was me?" He saw unreserved consent in her eyes, and he kissed her and went on: "We'll get married, Judy, but it might not be for a few years yet. I have to finish school and find a job that will support both of us – and kids, too. I know your feelings, and if you still want to wait till we're married, then that's how it'll be."
"No, Rick," Judy smiled, surprised and delighted with her own boldness. "I've made a decision, too. I want you. Now."
He gawked. "Judy! You're sure?"
In reply she gently laid her hand on his crotch, again surprising herself. Through his jeans, she could feel the long, stiffening line of his cock. It frightened her a little to know that that huge thing would soon be in her, but she knew her decision was the right one.
Rick understood her gesture. With a delighted smile, he sprang to his feet and shucked his dotes with no trace of embarrassment. There wasn't much to remove, just jeans and sweatshirt and sandals. Judy found herself blushing but gawking, too. She had never seen a man naked before, and she was overcome by the splendor and power of his body. Everything about it, from broad shoulders to taut belly to matted chest hair, excited her terribly. She took one quick glance at his long, white, semi-erect prick – she'd never seen one of those, either – but no more. She was still a little frightened of it.
Rick then deftly removed Judy's clothes, too, and stood back to look at her. "You have a beautiful body, Judy," he said, very simply and frankly, with no trace of lewdness.
"So do you," she found herself admitting.
He smiled, then knelt beside her and spread her legs. Judy felt panic. He saw it in her face and quickly told her, "Don't worry. Just a little preliminary I think you'll like."
He caressed her tiny brown snatch. Judy wondered what he was going to do. No one had ever touched her there before, although several men had tried. She didn't understand why men wanted to touch that particular place. Now Rick knelt between her legs and dipped his head to kiss her soft, curly cunt hairs. She felt his gentle fingers parting the furry lips, exposing her fat little clit. She felt dreadful embarrassment – then a sudden shock of pleasure as his hot, wet tongue tip nudged her small bud. My God, what a sensation! She hadn't dreamed it was possible to feel so good! He began circling her aroused clit swiftly with his tongue, making it swell and stiffen, and Judy moaned, arched her back to feed him more pussy, and felt her cunt… its cream. He understood her movements and noises, slipped his hands under her small ass, and brought her up higher to him. His firm lips fastened around her cunt, tugging it teasingly, milking it, while inside his tongue worked as fast as ever on the sensitive tip.
"Oh, my God, Rick!" groaned Judy. "What are you doing to me? I feel so-so…" She didn't know what.
He paused to reply. "I know, baby. I'm glad I can make you feel that way. Hang on, I'll do it some more."
His mouth fastened on her cunt again, and Judy gave herself up completely to the blinding pleasure of his sucking. Her cunt creamed abundantly, and she realized now that this was Rick's aim, to make her hot and ready for him. In less than a minute she was ready enough to scream. She seized Rick's hair, tugged at it, signaling her urgent need.
As he crawled up to lie beside her, Judy moaned, "I want you now, Rick! Right now!"
He kissed her. "Soon. First I want you to meet the fellow who's going to do the job."
He took Judy's hand and laid it on his cock. At the first touch, she flinched, then steadied herself. Nothing wrong with touching him there, after all. It was part of him, a very vital part. Timidly her hand opened, felt the hot, stiff meat. She curled her fingers around the shaft. It felt very thick in her hand, silky and smooth. She liked it, began petting it.
"Ummmm," murmured Rick, "nice…"
His fingers found her cunt. He took possession of it, drawing it between his fingers and gently tugging and kneading it. It felt wonderful, and again she experienced the tight creaming of her cunt. She explored his prick more boldly, testing the slick juicy glands, the thick base, and the nest of coarse curls from which it sprang. She touched his balls, finding them firm and fat and protected by wiry hair. Something prompted her to return her hand to his cock and made a nest for it out of her fist, to begin pumping it gently. Rick sighed. She felt his wet glands nosing into her palm and knew that he liked what she was doing. She kept it up, letting his creaming cock fuck gently in her fist, and Rick responded by milking her cunt faster. Their breathing quickened and they began to work their hips in time with each other's busy hands.
Suddenly Rick pulled away from her. His face was flushed and excited, his voice a little husky. "Now, Judy!" he cried. "It has to be now!"
She was a little frightened at his hungry urgency, but she did not protest. She wanted to give herself completely to the man she loved, and now she would have the chance. She lay still, though trembling inside, as Rick crawled eagerly between her legs and lowered himself onto her. It was very strange to feel a man's hairy legs between her thighs. Even stranger, and more frightening, was to feel his painfully hard cockhead butting blindly against her tender vulva. She stiffened, and Rick held still.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, "I guess I'm a little too eager. I'll try to be more gentle."
"Darling," cried Judy, "don't pay any attention to me! I'm being stupid!"
"No, you're not," replied Rick. "You know it hurts a girl the first time. You have every right to be nervous. Believe me, Judy, I don't want to hurt you, and I'll make it as easy as lean. But there will be some pain."
Judy caressed his hair. "I know," she said soothingly. "I'm ready for it." But was she, really?
The only thing that conquered her panic now was the deep desire to give Rick pleasure. Her own lust had vanished.
"Baby." Rick kissed her, then reached down, seized his cock, and maneuvered the bulbous, creaming head to rest in the moist indentation of Judy's cunt mouth. She forced herself to go limp, sensing that it would be easier that way. He pushed, pushed again, but nothing happened.
"Damn," he muttered. "I was hoping there'd be less of a hymen." Silence for a moment, and then he said urgently, "Honey, I'm going to have to push pretty hard to get in. It'll be worse than I thought. Do you want me to stop?"
His thoughtfulness deeded her. She loved him, and he was going to have her if it took all night! "No, Rick," she smiled. "Do it. I want you. I'm ready."
"Okay, here goes."
Rick jammed his cock into her cunt mouth with all his strength behind it. Judy screamed as she felt an awful tearing, then the abrupt and unaccustomed at stuffing of her cunt. His enormous, fat prick was halfway up her, and she felt as if she would burst.
"Oh, honey!" Rick cried. "I'm sorry! But the wont is over, believe me!"
"It's all right, Rick!" she cried, turning her face to hide her tears. "Please, go ahead."
Rick held her tightly and began to fuck her in slow, gentle strokes. Judy was half numb with shock now, and she felt neither pain nor pleasure, only the strange new sensation of having her virgin cunt invaded by a man's cock. She felt it ease steadily upward to none her womb, then withdrawing and preparing another assault. She felt his bloated, tickling balls between her thighs. She could tell by his steady moaning and trembling that he was enjoying himself immensely, and she was glad for him. But she felt none of the wild joy she'd expected.
"Oh, baby, baby!" moaned Rick. "You're so nice and tight and hot! Christ, it's good!"
Judy felt another burst of gladness for him. She held him tighter to her, kissed his hair, and opened her legs wider, encouraging deeper penetration. Rick responded with a gasp of delight and began to ball her faster, his excitement carrying him away. To Judy's astonishment, she liked this much better than his gentleness. His thick, hard shaft rubbed her cunt and labia, wringing exquisite sensations from them, and she began to enjoy the quick, steady stuffing of her cunt. She whined eagerly and began to move her hips, signaling her desire for speed and force. Why did she want it this way, fat and brutal? She didn't know, she only wanted to enjoy. Rick sensed her need perfectly, as always, and began to fuck her in short, hard strokes, gasping and snorting as he did so. She felt sweat beading on his shoulders. Her own excitement was mounting so fast that she felt dizzy.
"Baby!" groaned Rick. "Is it good?"
"Oh, God, YES!" wailed Judy.
Suddenly Judy felt her whole body shaken violently with the deepest pleasure she'd ever known, her cunt contracting sharply and gushing hot cream all around Rick's hammering cock. "Oh!" she shrieked. "Rick! Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
"Aw, Jesus!" Rick wailed in response.
Judy felt her cunt flooded with burning-hot puce. Rick's long cock rippled, shot, till her cunt was overflowing, and his come gushed out to wet their thighs. She felt deeply happy to be taking his seed in her womb.
Dizzy minutes passed, till at last they lay limp and panting in each other's arms. "Darling!" Judy gasped. "Thank you! It was beautiful! I never had an orgasm before."
He laughed tenderly. "Well, we'll have a lot more together, I hope!"
Judy giggled. "You've been so patient with me, Rick. What would you have done if I'd insisted we wait till we were married?"
"Well, to toil the truth," he chuckled, "I'd have gone bananas. I was praying you wouldn't hold out long!"
Judy was never sorry that she hadn't held out. Rick was so good, so gentle, that even the pain of her first intercourse was fleeting. After that, she began to experience strings of orgasms that left her breathless and utterly fulfilled. She loved fucking Rick, loved the complete union with him, giving him wild pleasure that made him sob and bellow. She still did not approve of promiscuity, but she felt it was perfectly all right to do it with the man she was going to marry. If only he were with her now…!
"Timberline Lodge!" the bus driver called.
Judy roused herself from her thoughts of Rick. No use thinking about him now, it would only make her feel sad. She was at her destination, and there were three lonely weeks ahead. The best thing would be to keep busy and not think of Rick at all. She lifted her suitcase down from the rack and left the bus, the only passenger to get off there. Her cunt was creamy and hot from her daydreams of Rick, the crotch of her panties damp. She tried to ignore all these signs of her need, and she looked around her quickly at the strange new country.
The sight was breathtaking, and Judy paused to look all around her. Her father's ski lodge was a handsome new building, done in chalet style with the wood left in its natural condition, two stories with huge windows offering a view of the mountains and valley. The lodge itself seemed to be perched on the top of a small mountain, and Judy had to climb a long, steep, winding flight of stairs to reach it. Larger, taller mountains loomed all around, blue-white with fresh, icy snow except for the dark rocky peaks. Evergreen forests grew near the base of the mountains. It was all totally pure and unspoiled, the air so sharp and clean that it almost hurt her to breathe it. How could she help but enjoy being in this beautiful place?
Judy paused for breath in the middle of her climb up the stairs. City life had made her badly out of shape, she decided, or maybe it was just the high altitude. Far above her, on the wide porch of the lodge, she saw a human figure or two, but they looked like ants from where she stood. She continued her climb, resolving to get in some skiing soon and improve her muscles, whenever she could get time off from the maid and waitress work her father had offered her.
She reached the final step at last, and paused again for breath, smiling at the people on the porch. They smiled back. There were several men and women, but Judy automatically singled out a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, permitting herself a brief, mischievous ogle. Wow, she thought, how sexy! Maybe the thin atmosphere was making her lightheaded, but she found herself unashamedly admiring the man's looks. He was just over six feet tall, powerfully built, with massive chest, legs, and arms, as if he had done heavy work all his life. His skin was tanned almost brown, his thick mane of silver hair bleached by the sun. He had bright, crisp, blue eyes. He was grinning at her, and now he approached her.
"Judy?" he asked in a naturally raspy voice. "I guess I have the advantage over you – you sent me a picture of yourself, but you have none of me. I'm Guy, your father."
Judy blushed as she shook his big hand. My God, she'd been turning on to her father! Somehow she'd always imagined him as a small, mousy type, maybe from the sneering way Mother had always spoken of him. This was a surprise, all right! But she felt proud to have such a marvelous-looking father.
"Hello!" she laughed. "You're right, I didn't recognize you. I hope you still want me – it's been a long bus ride."
"You bet I want you!" he grinned, taking her suitcase and leading her toward the main door of the lodge. "Every resort needs a beautiful maid! Beyond that, though, I'm really pleased to see you, Judy. I can't tell you how pleased."
Judy felt a lump in her throat. Guy Prince had been cheated out of his daughter for twenty years, had not been allowed to see her grow up or to know any of the joys of parenthood. And why? What could he have done that was so awful? She suspected that her mother had exaggerated his bad qualities, though Mother had never been specific about just what he had done to cause the divorce. Mother had refused to discuss it with her. But Guy looked open, friendly, young thinking. When she got to know him better, she would ask him just what had happened between him and Mother. She was dying to know, and she sensed that he would be frank.
"I'm very glad to be here," Judy told him, "to see you. It seemed the right thing to do, after Mother died."
"Of course it was," he answered. "Come on, I've saved a beautiful room for you – not luxurious, exactly, but it has a fine view of the mountains. You must be bushed after that long bus ride."
In fact she was. She followed Guy up the main stairs of the lodge, dawn a corridor, to a handsome, plainly furnished room. The bed looked very inviting, and she realized that more than anything, she wanted a nap. Guy could see it, too.
"You get some rest," he said, patting her shoulder. "We'll have a long talk later."
"Thank you," said Judy, smiling up at his craggy face. "You're very kind. It seems so strange, doesn't it, meeting after all this time? I feel silly – I don't even know what to call you."
"I know," he laughed. "You can't just meet me for the first time and start calling me Dad. Well, you just call me Guy, like everybody else does. Later, I hope, it'll be Dad. Or even Daddy – I'd like tat." He bent and kissed her forehead, then laughed again. "My God, I've got a beautiful daughter!"
Judy smiled after him as he left. He seemed like a wonderful man, and she was almost glad to be here. She would have been glad, that is, if she could have stopped wanting Rick.