For the rest of that day, Judy had little chance to talk with her father. She took a long nap, got up just in time to join Guy and the lodge guests in the dining room, and then he had to go off and supervise a host of matters concerned with the resort. He was a very busy man, and every employee in the place seemed to need his advice at once. Judy finally gave up trying to track him and went to bed early. Even after her nap, she needed it.
When she woke early the next morning, something seemed different about her room, something in the quality of the light. She glanced at the window and saw that it was half buried in snow. It must have snowed all night to get as deep as that, and it was still coming down in thick slow flakes. She thought nothing more about it and went down to breakfast. The only ones at the table were Guy and an awkward-looking young man with horn-rimmed glasses. Guy introduced him as Walter Peabody, a naturalist from the University of California, who had come to study the wildlife around the lodge. Peabody seemed very shy and hardly spoke during breakfast.
"How's my girl this morning?" Guy asked as Judy drank her orange juice. "Get plenty of sleep?"
"Oh, yes!" said Judy. "I feel like a new person! I'm all ready to learn my job this morning, if you can take time to show me."
Guy laughed dryly. "I'm afraid you'll be a lady of leisure for a few days, my dear. We're snowed in."
"Snowed in?" Judy said wonderingly. "I saw the snow on my window, but I never thought about it. But what do we do?"
"Wait for the snowplows," Guy sighed. "Damn it, of all the times for a freak storm! I was counting on a full house over Christmas vacation, and now nobody will be able to get in for nearly a week. That's one disadvantage of being in such a remote place – help is a long time getting here when you need it. So, Daughter, there's nothing for you to do except catch up on your reading. Nobody can even get outside to ski."
"But won't you still need me as a waitress, or to help with the maid work?" Judy asked.
"No, I have plenty of staff for the small crowd that's stuck here," replied Guy. "No reason for you to work if you don't have to. There's only eight guests snowed in with us – the others were to arrive this week. Eight guests, when usually I have fifty! Christ, it pines me, but there's nothing to be done."
"At least we'll have time to talk now!" Judy laughed.
Guy reached out and patted her hand. "You bet we will, sweetheart! I intend to give the whole evening to it, just you and me. Right now, though, I have to go make an emergency check on our supplies. It won't do to have our guests starve."
"Oh, dear!" said Judy. "What will you do if there isn't enough food to last till the snowplows come?"
"Never fear!" laughed Guy, getting up from the table. "I'll just hang a keg of mm around my neck, paint an S.O.S. sign on my back, and crawl to the nearest outpost of civilization. See you later."
Judy sighed. He certainly was a busy man, and she'd hardly had more than a brief, superficial talk with him so far. But there was this evening to look forward to, perhaps even a chance to ask him all about the mysterious divorce. Meanwhile, she decided to keep busy. The first thing she wanted to do was explore the lodge.
The top floor, she found, was all bedrooms, enough to accommodate around sixty guests. The main floor consisted of the dining room, changing rooms for the skiers, a small bar, a reading room, and an enormous main room with two fireplaces, plush carpet, and comfortable chairs and sofas and floor cushions. There was a basement floor also, where Judy found the kitchen, quarters for the staff, the laundry, and a well-equipped recreation room. She briefly amused herself there playing pool, but it wasn't much fun alone. She saw a large storage closet at the back of the room and went to snoop around in it, but she had just stepped inside when she heard other people coming into the recreation room. She felt very foolish. How would it look if she were to pop out of a closet full of pool cues and volley balls? Rather than be known as a snooper, she decided just to stay hidden in the closet till the people left. She quietly finished closing the door, then knelt down and peered through the keyhole to see who was there.
It was two young couples she remembered meeting at dinner, Herbie Haymes, an advertising man from New York, and his very chic wife Dora; and Ken Carison, a real-estate broker from Seattle, and his wife Barbara, who struck Judy as housewifey but hip. She had liked them all, especially the Carisons. Now the four young people were wandering around the room rather aimlessly, chatting and laughing.
"Well, what are we going to do while we wait for our rescuers?" Barbara Carison sighed. "Hell, we can't even ski! Ken, isn't it just our luck to save our money for a skiing vacation and then get snowed in the lodge?"
Ken laughed. "You said it, baby! Typical Carison luck! But we can't let it get us down! We will bravely amuse ourselves till the snowplows get here. Checkers, anybody? Ping-pang?"
"I know what I'd like to do!" chuckled Herbie Haymes, pinching his wife's ass and making her squeal.
"Herbie!" Dora cried, flushing. "Really! Do you ever think about anything but sex?"
"Thank God, no," answered Herbie. "I'll never get ulcers."
"Well, please try to contain yourself," Dora laughed. "We've only just met Ken and Barb, and you're already being naughty!"
"Hey, wait," Ken grinned, "we may be on to something. Do you guys swing?"
Through the keyhole, Judy saw the two couples eye each other a moment, then smile. "Happens we do," said Herbie. "What about you and Barb?"
"Yep," laughed Ken. "Isn't this a great coincidence?"
Another interval of eyeing each other occurred. Ken took in Dora's tall, slender, fashion-model form, her beautiful legs and long black hair. Dora glanced with equal appreciation at Ken's lanky but muscular build. Herbie was a little short and pudgy, but Barbara was turned on by his impish looks and sense of humor. Herbie almost licked his lips as he studied her: Barbara Carison had very large firm tits, but a neat little waist and trim hips. He liked blondes, too. Everybody seemed more than satisfied with what they saw.
"Well," chirped Herbie, "how about it? It's okay with you, isn't it, Dora?"
"Damned right?" replied Dora, still eyeing Ken.
"What do you say, honey?" Ken asked his wife. "I think it's a great idea."
"Me, too," cooed Barbara. "We won't be bored for a minute!"
"Great!" said Herbie. "So, where? When?"
"Na time like the present," answered Barbara. "We'll just lock this door."
The men grinned, and Dora looked flushed and excited as Barbara went to lock the door. The voluptuously built blonde housewife smiled as she returned and began tugging her sweater off over her head. Her D-cup pink bra came into view, and Herbie gawked happily. Dora began tugging off her tight blue pants.
From her hiding place in the closet, Judy almost gasped. She'd heard the term "swinging" before, and understood pretty much what it was about, but she hadn't really made the connection until the girls began taking their clothes off. Now it was clean, especially from the way the men leered and began hastily stepping out of their pants, just what was going to happen. Oh, God, how embarrassing! What should she do? Judy felt it was wrong to spy on something like this, yet she could not bring herself to open the closet door, even to apologize hastily and flee. She would feel so ashamed! Probably the decent thing to do was to stay where she was, but not watch, yet she couldn't stop staring. She felt wickedly fascinated. She did not approve of swinging or of any extramarital sex, and she felt it was almost depraved to watch other people making love. Yet there she was, hardly breathing, her eyes popping as she looked through the keyhole, unable to tear herself away.
Both couples were naked now and eyeing each other again. Certainly Barbara was more stacked than Dora, her curved, firm body like a horny male fantasy of a woman. Released from the bra, her lovely big breasts sloped slightly, the nipples big and brown and pointed. But Dora was beautiful, too, slim-hipped and coltish, her little plump tits sporting light-pink nipples. Barbara had a rather large, black, long-furred snatch, while Dora's, also black, and was tiny and dainty. Between the men there were great differences, too, Ken very tall and slim but hard, Herbie short and square and hairy. But their cocks were about the same size and length, white and droopy now – certainly, in Judy's opinion, not as big as Rick's. Both men were uncircumcised, their limp pricks ending in wrinkled points.
Herbie suddenly gave a low growl, trotted over to Barbara, knelt before her, and rubbed his face all over her abundant cunt fur. "Ummmm!" he mumbled. "So soft! Lots of it, too!"
Barbara laughed. "Yeah, Ken calls it The Jungle! Don't get lost in there, though – I'm gonna need you later!"
"Don't worry," came a muffled voice, "I'm an experienced explorer." He crushed his face against her snatch, and she giggled.
Meanwhile, Dora had walked lazily over to Ken and grabbed his balls in both hands. She held and squeezed them gently, and they just stood there grinning at each other as she did so. It was the most openly sensual thing Judy had ever seen. It seemed naughty, yet she couldn't help feeling a prickle of excitement in her cunt as she watched. To look right into a man's eyes while you held his balls – too much! She could never bring herself to do that, but what a turn-on!
Herbie parted the black-fringed lips of Barbara's cunt, and Judy could see her clit, much larger than her own, fat and bright red. It seemed to quiver slightly as Herbie studied it and breathed hotly on it. Barbara wiggled impatiently and finally laughed, then said: "Well? Do you want it now, or should I wrap it to go?"
Herbie laughed, too. "I haven't made up my mind yet. Just let me have a taste, okay? Then I'll decide."
He flicked out his fat pink tongue and used the wet tip of it to tickle Barbara's plump red cunt. She giggled and became a little flushed in the face. He did it again, longer this time, and she sighed deeply and leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders. Her beautiful long tits grazed his hair. Herbie felt them and turned his face up to rub against them. He seized one long brown nipple between his lips and tugged on it.
"Baby, you're so gorgeous," he said, "I don't know what to eat first! Hey, Ken, you know that? You're a lucky bastard!"
"SO are you," grinned Ken. He had pulled Dora against him now and was kissing her while she squeezed his balls. He snaked one long arm around her, briefly caressed her buttocks, and then eased a finger into the crack, working the tip into her asshole. Dora sighed and snuggled closer against him. Once more Judy was shocked and titillated at the same time: she knew Ken had his finger in Dora's asshole, pumping it teasingly in and out, and did not approve of the practice, yet Dora's obvious enjoyment excited her. Now the slender black haired girl, while keeping one hand massaging Ken's big balls, fumbled behind him with the other and wriggled her little finger into his anus, matching his pumping motion.
Meanwhile Herbie had gone back to playing with Barbara's cunt. Holding the furry black lips wide apart, he mischievously tongued the fat red bud, making Barbara wriggle and sigh as she braced herself on his shoulders. Then he seized the quivering lump of flesh between his lips and tugged at it. Barbara gave a little yelp of delight, and Judy saw a thin white trickle of cunt cream running down her leg. Judy could hardly help hut share the woman's excitement. This was one kind of sex play she was familiar with, and she longed to feel Rick's expert tongue and lips on her own cunt.
"Oh, my God!" squealed Barbara. "You're gonna make me come, lover!"
Herbie did not reply, only jammed his mouth harder against her soft furry cunt in order to suck her cunt farther into his mouth. His cheeks drew in sharply, and the sucking noise became very loud. Barbara dug her nails into his shoulders, and her face became contorted with sensual pleasure. The voluptuous, blonde began to buck her hips, slamming her pussy to Herbie, and she began a low, continuous wail.
"Hey," chuckled Dora, "my old man's doing okay for himself!"
"Looks that way," grinned Ken. "There's nothing Barb likes better than getting her pussy eaten, and Herbie seems to be doing a first-rate job! But what about you, beautiful? What do you like best?" Dora stood on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. Ken laughed, then shrugged: "I aim to please!"
Dora then slipped to her knees before him and lifted his long, white cock in her slender hands. It nestled limply there as she petted and rubbed it. Ken towered over her, hands on hips, licking his lips in his eagerness to see what she would do. She began by seizing the wrinkled foreskin and tweaking and nudging it back slowly, making Ken shiver and snort as she did so, until the bright-purple glands was exposed. This she held up close to her face, admired it a moment, and then flicked out her wet pink tongue to tickle and ream the glands hole, lapping up all its cream. She went on to circle and bathe the whole sticky glands, making it shine with her saliva.
"Ummmm!" she murmured. "Nice!"
"Glad you like it!" gasped Ken. "Have all you want!"
Dora was just opening her mouth around the gleaming fat glands, when a piercing wail filled the room. They turned to see Barbara, her face wild with pleasure, her hips bucking frantically, being brought to a howling come by Herbie's sucking. From her hiding place in the closet, Judy felt a sharp excited contraction in her own cunt and found herself envying Barbara her source of release. Barbara's lovely body shook, and cream streamed down her legs. At last she slumped against Herbie and sighed.
"Oh, my God," she panted, "that was beautiful! You really know how to use your tongue, lover!"
"On a sweet little cunt like yours, it's a pleasure," Herbie said gallantly. "But I can do even nicer things for you, if you'll help get me up."
"You bet I will!" laughed Barbara. "Take a chair, sir, and I'll be right with you!"
Herbie sat in a straight-backed chair, his legs widely parted, his long limp cock dangling down.
He grinned expectantly at Barbara, who hurried to kneel between his legs and begin licking his droopy prick all over, like a starved animal. Her fiery tongue lashed and bathed his fat furry balls, too, and Herbie snorted, then sighed and relaxed in his chair.
"Hey, Barb," called Dora, "you want to have a little contest? Let's start sucking cock when I give the signal, and see who can get her guy up the fastest."
"You're on!" giggled Barbara.
"Okay," said Dora, squinting up at the wall clock, "ready, set, go!"
From the closet, Judy heard two loud slurps as both young women sucked fat limp pricks into juicy mouths. In spite of finding the whole idea of a contest lewd and vulgar, Judy was curious to see who would win. Both girls seemed very good at what they were doing, expertly tickling and pumping balls even as they sucked. Judy, who had shyly licked and sucked Rick's cock a few times, felt like a bumbling amateur in comparison. But Dora and Barbara had rather different techniques. Barbara's attack as straight-forward and bold, drawing in as much of Herbie's fat shaft as her mouth could take, more than half its length, and vigorously squeezing and pumping it between sharply drawn-in cheeks and busy tongue. Herbie grinned fiendishly, obviously enjoying it. Don's method was more subtle and leisurely. She sucked in only the bulbous purple tip of Ken's cock, then subjected it to a sensuously probing tongue that darted under the foreskin, into the creaming glands hole, and all around the sensitive flesh of the glands. Far from grinning, Ken moaned loudly and fell forward to rest his hands on her shoulders.
"Shit!" he cried wonderingly. "I've never been sucked like this before! My God, it's neat!"
"Ummmm," Herbie answered dreamily, "yeah, she does it real nice, my little wife! But I'm enjoying this change of pace, I can tell you! Oh, yeah, go, baby, go!"
Barbara sucked his cock voraciously, while Dora kept up her slow, sensuous probing of Ken's glands. Less than a minute had passed when Dora suddenly cried, "Ha!" and let Ken's prick swing from her mouth, stiff and hard and lolling heavily in the air. Barbara heard and saw, and she triumphantly drew her mouth off Herbie's cock, which was now engorged, red, and standing straight up. They all laughed.
"Well," said Dora, "I pulled off first, but you had him up! I guess it's a tie!"
"And more than that," added Ken, leering, "the gentlemen are now ready for the main show!"
"You said it!" agreed Herbie, springing to his feet, his fat prick nuzzling his hairy belly. "Just tell me where and how, baby!"
Barbara grinned and held out her hand. Herbie took it, and she led him to the deep, soft rug before the fireplace. "On your back, buster!" she commanded.
"How about you, sweetheart?" Ken asked Dora. "How do you like to do it best?"
Dora looked coy, but her husband answered for her: "No mystery there, Ken. It's doggy style for my baby, every time."
Ken scooped the slender Dora up in his arms and started across the room with her. She squealed and playfully struggled but did not resist when he laid her belly-down on a table, taking her lovely long legs under his arms and separating them, pulling her toward where he stood at the end of the table, till his long stiff prick nudged the small creamy mouth of her cunt.
"How about this?" he grinned. "Want me to ball you this way?"
"Oh, yes!" squealed Dora. "Go! Put it in!"
"Let's wait till Herbie and Barb get started," answered Ken. "Hurry up, you guys!"
This was answered by loud giggling and guffawing. Barbara had faced and straddled Herbie as he lay on his back, but was now having some difficulty impaling his painfully stiff cock in her cunt. For this, it needed to paint straight up at the ceiling, but the fat rigid cock insisted on hugging Herbie's belly. Barbara hunkered down lower, maneuvered her soaked pussy all around his bloated prick, with no luck.
"Oh, come on, damn it!" she tittered. "Get in there!"
"You're gonna have to stick it in, baby," chuckled Herbie. "It's heading the wrong way!"
Barbara laughed and seized his fat red cock, jamming the bloated head into her cunt mouth. "Oooooo!" she sighed. "That's more like it!"
Herbie licked his lips as he watched. "Yeah, now slide down it, sweetie! Take it all the way in!"
"Ahhhhh! YES!" wailed Barbara, lowering herself onto his long thick meat till it disappeared up her cunt. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, Herbie, so hang on!" She began to work her pelvis up and down swiftly, and Herbie moaned happily beneath her.
"Okay, do it!" urged Dora homely. "Come on, Ken, darling, stick it in me!"
Ken leaned down and nibbled her white buttocks, making her writhe with impatience, then straightened up again and suddenly rammed his long stiff cock into her small cunt. Dora screamed delightedly. "Oh, shit, yes! A real big one! Oh, God, Ken, slam it to me!" Ken obeyed, delivering his long prick to her in thunderous, deep plunges, his balls wagging wildly.
From the closet, Judy felt flushed, dizzy and half faint. When the actual fucking had begun, she'd felt she really should stop spying, yet her fascination and curiosity would not allow her to leave the keyhole. She had gawked as each penetration occurred, and as she saw long white cocks disappearing into welcoming cunts, her own, pussy ached for a similar stuffing. Dear God, she was hornier than she'd ever been in her life! She needed Rick so badly, she could have screamed. Cream seeped steadily and hotly from her famished cunt to soak the crotch of her panties, and she could not help envying Dora and Barbara the great fuck they were getting.
She had a brief fantasy of Rick being in the closet with her, easing her down on the floor, slipping off her panties, and filling her starved cunt with his thick meat – and she groaned. Never had she needed him so much, never had relief been farther away. As soon as she could get out of this damned closet, it would have to be a cold shower for her! Meanwhile, however, she was a prisoner, and she might as well indulge her newly discovered streak of voyeurism.
She'd never dreamed it could be so exciting to watch other people fucking, especially experts like the two young couples she was viewing now. Both positions – Barbara over Herbie, Ken balling Dora from the rear – were new to her, and she was dying to try them with Rick. For the first time she realized that Rick had been very conservative in his fucking, only doing it to her in the missionary position. Why? A guy with Rick's expertise surely knew more than that. Maybe be was just being gentle with her. She'd sure as hell demand an explanation when she saw him again! It was time to bring a little variety into their sex life.
"Christ!" Herbie was exclaiming. "This is real service! All I have to do is lie back and enjoy!"
"It's your reward," Barbara panted, slamming her cunt up and down his stiff cock, "for that great pussy sucking you gave me!"
"Some reward!" sighed Herbie. Then, in a fluttery falsetto, "Oh, fuck me, darling, yes!"
"Does he always crack jokes when he screws?" Barbara laughed helplessly to Dora.
"Afraid so!" giggled Dora. "Give it to him harder, maybe he'll shut up!"
Barbara obeyed, plunging her creamy pussy furiously around Herbie's cock. It was obscenely noisy. Herbie did, indeed, shut up. His eyes rolled back in his head, then closed, and his face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. His hands clawed at the rug.
Ken and Dora's fucking was noisy, too, with the sharp slap of his belly against her ass and the loud sucking and slurping sounds of slick cock in juice-flooded cunt. Dora had bared her little white teeth in a snarl of rutting, and her knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the table. Her small, pretty ass had begun to jerk in time to Ken's violent lunges.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, my God!" she shrilled to Barbara. "This guy of yours has one helluva fine cock!"
"Don't know it?" panted Barbara. "Your guy's is pretty nice, too! Fat. I like 'em fat!"
And long, Judy added silently, long and thick like Rick's. She couldn't help it, her thoughts were becoming horny and lewd, and she needed to be fucked so badly she could hardly stand it. Briefly, wildly, she considered masturbating, but rejected the idea. She had never done it before and would not now, knowing that afterwards she'd feel soiled and ashamed. No, she would just have to endure her nagging desire – and far three whole weeks! At least she knew the very first thing she was going to do with Rick when she saw him again! It was just going to be hello, then straight to bed.
Ken was dripping sweat now as he joyfully labored over Dora's back. He pressed her slim lovely legs close against his sides, feasted his eyes on the sight of his thick shaft, gleaming now with her juices, as it stretched and stuffed her tiny gasping hole. Dora was mewing and squealing mindlessly as she worked her ass in time to his heavy, deep thrusts.
"Oh, God, what a cock!" she shrieked. "I'm out of my skull! How you doin', Herbie, baby?"
"Outa sight!" groaned Herbie. "If we get any more friction, we're gonna start a fire in there! Oh, shit, the way her cunt nips! Oh, man…"
"I hate to butt into this conversation," Barbara panted, "but I think I'm gonna come! Feed me some cock, Herbie, good and hard, okay?"
"You bet!" Herbie reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her down on his chest, her huge breasts flattening against his dark mat of hair. Seizing her wide beautiful ass, he pumped her up and down on him, while at the same time he dug his cock frantically into her hat cunt. Barbara wailed joyfully.
"Give it to her, honey!" gasped Dora. "Bring her off! Oh, isn't he a great little fucker, my Herbie?"
"God, YES!" yelped Barbara. "Oh, yes, ahhhhhhh!"
Barbara's soft pink body shuddered convulsively as she climaxed, and Herbie felt his stabbing prick bathed with hot cream. Spasms deep in her cunt seized his cock and milked it.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" wailed Herbie. "Here it corns! I'm gonna shoot! Ohhhhhh!"
In what impressed Judy as the acrobatic feat of the year, Barbara suddenly threw her long legs around and underneath the writhing Herbie, locking him tight up against her and holding him there to keep his squirting cock buried as deep as possible in her belly. "Yeah," she panted wickedly, "shoot it in me, baby, flood me!"
Dora had been watching the wailing double climax with wide, feverish eyes. Now abruptly she gasped, shrieked, and jerked her ass furiously in her own coming. "Slam me, Ken!" she screamed. "Here I go! Oh, oh, oh, God, yes!" Judy heard no more articulate speech from Dora: the lovely slim girl only shrieked and pounded the table with her fists. Ken looked down at her in flushed triumph as he pounded his thick cock steadily deeper into her cunt till the tip butted the gasping mouth of her womb.
"Dig it, baby!" he laughed crazily. "You ready to take my juice?"
"Yeah, give it to me!" howled Dora.
Ken snorted and balled her faster and harder than ever. Her orgasm spun on and on, making her squeal and buck, and as she felt him approaching his own climax she began nipping his fat cock with her vaginal muscles, goading him on. Ken's eyes rolled, his breath came in ragged gasps. Then suddenly Dora stiffened and shouted: "Oh, my God, I just remembered! I forgot to put in my diaphragm!"
Ken pulled out at the last possible moment, his long stiff cock spraying wildly in all directions. They all watched in fascination as jet after jet of white jism shot into the air, splattering on the table, on the rug, and all over Dora's back. Then Ken sighed and sat down on the floor, and they all began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Aw, shit!" cried Ken. "What a mess!"
"I'll clean it up," Dora giggled. "It was my fault! Christ, that was stupid of me, but you got me so hot, I just forgot my little precautions!"
"'Little'?" laughed Herbie. "Jesus, honey, Ken's a nice guy and all that, but I'm not exactly wild to have a kid who looks like him!"
"Why not?" pouted Barbara. "I think he's cute."
"No offense," replied Herbie, patting her ass. "I hope you remembered your precautions."
"I'm on the pill," said Barbara. "No sweat."
Dora, still stretched out on the table, sighed and purred, "Oh, wow, isn't it great that we met each other? Now we can have a fun time even if we can't ski."
"Who the hell cares about skiing?" Herbie laughed. "Screwing is just as good exercise, and you're much less likely to break a leg at it."
"Well, I knew a guy once who…" Barbara began. "Never mind!" laughed Ken. "We don't want to hear about your lurid past! Hey, Dora, why don't you put in your diaphragm, and we'll have another round?"
"Oh, damn," said Dora, "it's in our room!"
"Well, let's go, then," said Barbara. "It was pretty risky, after all, doing it in the recreation room, don't you think?"
They all laughingly agreed and began to scramble into their clothes, accompanied by much ass-grabbing and tit-fondling. Dora found a rag and clean up as much of Ken's spilled sperm as she could.
"Gee," she said, "I didn't do a very good job. Do you think I should leave a note for the maid?"
"Get out of here!" chuckled Herbie, pinching her ass. "Come on, Carisons, let's go up to our place."
They were gone at last. Judy slumped in the closet, ready to weep. How she envied their gaiety, their source of gratification in each other! She still did not approve of swinging, but she was quite convinced that her cunt didn't have any opinions on the subject: the crotch of her panties was waked, almost dripping with her cream. She needed to be fucked in the worst way, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Oh, she had no doubt that she could seduce a man at the lodge, maybe even one of the young swinger husbands, but that was out of the question. She would never be unfaithful to Rick. The other possibility, masturbation, she still firmly rejected.
Sighing, Judy got to her feet and opened the closet door. Nobody in sight, it was safe to leave the recreation room. She hurried upstairs to her bedroom, threw off her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub-shower, making the water as cold as she could stand it. She had heard often enough that a cold shower diminished, but this was the first time she'd ever had to try it. It seemed to work. There was still a small nagging hotness in her cunt, but the shock of the cold water sobered her mind quickly. As she dried off afterwards, she was better able to evaluate what she'd seen in the recreation room.
It occurred to her now that perhaps her father ought to be told about it. She did not want to get the young swingers into trouble, but she did not want Guy's business in trouble, either. It would have been a scandal for the lodge if anyone else besides her had been in the closet and witnessed what had happened, or, say, if an employee came along with a master key and walked in. Perhaps Guy could talk privately with Herbie and Ken, warn them to be a little more careful in the future. Yes, Judy decided, the right thing would be to tell her father.
As usual, Guy was frantically busy right up to dinner time, and then Judy could not talk to him in the dining room. She waited till the meal was over, then signaled Guy to follow her upstairs. They entered her room, and he closed the door and grinned at her.
"Well, what's up, sweetheart? You're being awfully mysterious."
Now that it was possible to talk to him at last, Judy felt terribly embarrassed by what she had to say, not the least of it being a confession of her snooping. "Well, Guy," she began, blushing and looking away from him, "it's just that there's something going on that I think you ought to know about. Something that might hurt your business if it were found out. Oh, dear, I don't know quite how to put it."
"Here, here!" Guy exclaimed, walking over to her and putting a brawny arm around her shoulder. "This sounds serious! Come and sit down with me now, and tell me all about it. Just take your time."
He led her to the bed, and they sat down, Guy keeping his arm around Judy's shoulder. With a great deal of blushing and stammering, she managed to get the story out, beginning with her unwitting entrapment in the closet and ending with the Haymes' and Carisons going off to continue their activities in private. "So," she concluded lamely, "I just thought what a scandal it would be if it got out and maybe you could talk to them."
Gut had been shaking a little while she talked – she thought he might be cold – and now he shook even harder and laughed very loudly. "Oh, poor little Judy!" he chortled. "What an introduction to Timberline Lodge! Oh, Christ!" He dug a handkerchief out of his pants pocket and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to laugh! It's so damned funny! You stuck in that closet, getting an eyeful, and them humping any!"
Judy was a little shocked at Guy's blase attitude toward it all, and a little indignant at being a source of amusement to him. "Well," she said huffily, "I'm glad you find it so funny! Are you just going to let it ride?"
Guy finished wiping his eyes, then clapped his big arm around her shoulder again and squeezed her. "Now, honey, don't be mad at the old man! Sure, I'll talk to Haymes and Carison, see that they keep it private from now on. That's all I can do, and, quite frankly, all I want to do. What my guests do in the privacy of their own rooms is strictly their business. I hope you agree."
"Yes," Judy said reluctantly.
"Now, this young swinging crowd," Guy continued, "they're a nice bunch, I like 'em. I get a lot of them here. I know what's going on, but as long as they keep it to themselves, I don't care. They're neat, polite, fun to talk to, always pay their bills. I can't complain about guests like that."
"Oh, certainly not," said Judy dryly. "What's a little adultery and promiscuity, as long as people pay their bills?"
Guy looked wonderingly at her. "Is my little girl a prude?" he asked. "Somehow, Judy, I didn't expect that."
"I don't consider myself a prude," Judy answered, "but I think you and I have very different attitude about sex."
"It seems we do," said Guy in the same wandering tone. "It's strange, too, that I should be the liberal and you the conservative, since I'm the old fogy. If I may borrow a term from the under-thirty generation, you seem all uptight about sex."
Judy blushed hotly. "Well, maybe I am, from some people's point of view! I just don't believe in sleeping around, that's all!"
Guy touched her chin with big callused fingers and tilted her face up, making her look at him. "Well, let's talk about it, then. No harm in that. You say you don't believe in sleeping around – but what do you believe? That a girl should only do it with her husband?"
Judy blushed even redder, but forced herself to answer him. She would not be called a prude! "Well, in general, yes. Except that…"
"Except what, Judy?" Guy said softly, still cupping her chin. "Go on. I want to know my daughter's opinions."
"Well," stammered Judy, "when two people are very much in love and plan to be married anyway, then I think it's all right."
"I see," said Guy. "Well, I won't argue with that." He gave her a very intent look which somehow made her uncomfortable. "So much for your beliefs. But what about actual practice? Are you a virgin, Judy?"
She flushed hotly and hung her head, unable to meet his eyes. How the hell had they gotten into this embarrassing conversation, anyway? Judy wished she had never reported the swinger incident to him. Now she had left herself open to all these personal questions, for she could not put down other people's beliefs without explaining and defending her own.
"You're not, are you?" Guy said gently. When she did not reply, but only hung her head lower, he squeezed her and went on: "It's all right, baby, nothing to be ashamed of! My God, you're twenty now, aren't you? It's not surprising that you couldn't wait. Tell me about it. Do you have a young man? A fiance?"
"Yea," she said reluctantly, "a fiance. His name is Rick West, and he goes to the same college I do. We want to get married in June, when we graduate. I was going to tell you about it, Guy."
"I know. It's okay." Guy pulled her against his chest, stroked her hair. "And this Rick – is he the only one you've been to bed with?"
"Yes," choked Judy. She felt hideously embarrassed but wasn't sure why. After all, Guy was being so nice about it all, so understanding. But it offended her sense of decency and modesty to have to confess to her father that she was not a virgin, that her passions were too strong for her principles. "We really couldn't wait," she said desperately, trying to justify herself, "we love each other so much."
Guy laughed softly. "What the devil are you apologizing for, you silly girl? I think it's wonderful! I mean, that you've found a boy you really love. Do I get to meet him soon?"
"Oh, yes!" Judy felt better now and smiled up at him. "Yes, as soon as possible. You'll really like him, I know. Oh, Guy, you've been so nice about all this! I was so snippy to you, I don't really deserve it."
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm your father, and I intend to approve of everything you do," Guy grinned. Judy started to protest, but he kissed her, and the mouth. It was quick, light, but somehow not very paternal. She blushed as he pulled away and got to his feet. "We're going to have that talk this evening, young lady," he said, "and really get to know each other. But right now I have to get back to work."
Judy gawked after him as he left the room. He was a very strange man, and she was not sure she understood him at all. But she would try to love him.