After a restless night, Judy went down to breakfast with two powerful wishes, first, that she would not meet her father, and second, that the snowplows would have arrived so she could leave. She got her first wish. To her enormous relief, Guy had already eaten and had gone off to his work. But there was still no news of the snowplows. Walter Peabody, the shy, bespectacled scientist, told her that help was not expected for a few more days at least.
Judy decided to make the best of the situation that is, to keep busy and to avoid her father until it was possible for her to leave the lodge. She could not escape Guy entirely, but she could make sure that she was always in the company of other people, where he wouldn't dare make advances to her. Accordingly, she spent the day in the main room of the lodge, where all the other guests were gathered in a vain attempt to amuse themselves and pass the time.
Judy introduced herself around and met the guests. The two swinger couples, the Haymes' and the Carisons, were present off and on during the day. Judy was certain that their absences were for the purpose of group sex. She almost envied them the distraction. Besides these two young couples, there were Walter Peabody; a buxom middle-aged widow named Clen Jamison, rich and reeking of expensive cologne; Harry Giacomo, a corpulent and jaded-looking business tycoon in his 50's; and a stunningly pretty young actress, Chrissy Catlin, who appeared to he Giacomo's mistress and traveling companion. Judy found all these people pleasant enough, although she secretly did not approve of the swinging couples' morals or of Harry Giacomo traveling openly with a woman who was not his wife.
"I can't complain," Giacomo remarked about their being snowed in. "I didn't come here to ski anyhow." He gave a rumbling laugh. "Imagine me on a pair of skis! Maw, I came to relax. Chrissy here, she's disappointed though, ain't you, baby?"
"Oh, yes," pouted the beautiful Chrissy, pushing a thick strand of auburn hair from her eyes. "I just love to ski! Do you, Miss Prince?"
"I've done a little skiing," Judy answered, "but I came here to work. I'd hoped to make a little money over Christmas vacation. But now, with so few guests, I'm not needed."
"Yeah," said Giacomo, "I guess it's a drag for everybody. But that's the way it goes. No sense sitting around stewing about it. I think we oughta set up a little party tonight. At my expense, of course. What do ya say to that, Mrs. Jamison?"
Clen Jamison, snuggled in her mink coat and sipping a martini, smiled decorously and replied in cultured tones, "Why, that would be delightful, Mr. Giacomo, simply delightful! It would be an immense relief from this tedium."
"Did she come to ski?" Judy whispered to Chrissy. It seemed impossible that this plump, overdressed woman had ever even ventured outdoors except to get into her limousine.
"No," Chrissy whispered back, with a note of contempt, "she came to bag a man. She goes everywhere looking for a husband, makes a spectacle of herself. Right now I think she's got her eye on Harry and maybe your father."
"My father?" gasped Judy.
"Well, he could do worse," Chrissy replied. "She's filthy rich. And she don't look too bad for an old broad."
That was true. Clen Jamison, while admittedly a little overweight, had good legs and large well-shaped breasts. Her features were pretty, even if her manner was a turn-off.
"What are you girls whispering about?" she inquired, dimpling a little. "Let me in on it."
Judy blushed, but Chrissy, a practiced actress, replied sweetly, "We were talking about what to wear to the party."
"Oh, yes!" cooed Clen. "How thrilling!"
"It ain't a bad idea at all," agreed Giacomo. "What do you young folks think?"
This was addressed to the Haymes' and Carisons, who had just strolled into the main room of the lodge. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Giacomo?" asked Herbie Haymes.
"I'd like to throw a little party for you all," Giacomo explained, gesturing with a fat cigar. "A swell dinner, lots a drinks, a little dancing, maybe – whatever develops."
The two young couples glanced significantly at each other over the words "whatever develops", and Herbie replied enthusiastically, "Hey, that'd be great! It's real nice of you, sir."
"Call me Harry," said Giacomo jovially. "Well, I guess we got everybody's agreement except Prince's. Where is your dad, honey?"
Judy blushed. "I expect he's busy somewhere, Mr. Giacomo – he always is. But I'm sure he'll go along with your plans."
Guy did, indeed, go along. At dinner, when Giacomo told of his idea for a party to include all the guests, as well as Guy and Judy, Guy said it was a wonderful idea, and he agreed to have the chef cook whatever Giacomo wanted.
Thus Judy found herself as one of the guests at Harry Giacomo's lavish late-evening party. As Giacomo had arranged it there were plenty of drinks and some dancing, then a midnight supper of steak and lobster, followed by more drinking and dancing. Not very original, but a great deal of fun, Judy thought. She purposely drank a lot, in order to dull her guilt and worry, and she managed to avoid her father most of the evening. By one in the morning she was feeling almost gay as she sat and talked to the shy Walter Peabody, who had been her dancing partner mast of the evening.
Walter wrinkled his nose. "Do you smell that?" he asked.
"Smell what?" said Judy. There was something strange in the air.
"It's pot," sighed Walter. "You can't escape it nowadays. I wonder who's smoking it?"
They looked around and finally identified Chrissy Catlin as the culprit. She was generously passing around lids, and was soon joined by Herbie and Dora Haymes and by Ken and Barbara Carison. Meanwhile, Judy noticed an taking some kind of pill with her drink.
"A lot of people are going to get pretty bombed," laughed Judy.
"'Bombed'?" said Walter. "Oh, yes, I see. I prefer beer myself. I suppose I'm old-fashioned."
"That's all right, Walter," said Judy, patting him on the shoulder, "so am I. You and I can sit here in the corner and be the last outposts of the Victorian Era."
Walter smiled timidly and sipped his beer. He looked around the room, and suddenly his eyes widened behind his thick horn-rimmed glasses. "Oh, my goodness!" he piped. "Look at that!"
Judy followed his gaze, and her eyes staring, too. Dora Haymes was sitting on Ken Carison's lap, and he had his hand up her dress. There was no mistaking what he was up to – his fist making a lump just below her pussy area – or that she was enjoying it. In fact she was leering at him.
"Gracious!" Walter whispered to Judy. "And they're not even married to each other, are they?"
Judy was tempted to laugh. If anyone in the world was more puritanical than herself, it was Walter. But she didn't want to embarrass him. "No," she whispered, "they're not. But their spouses don't seem to mind."
As a matter of fact, Herbie Haymes was just then kissing Barbara Carison. Walter blushed furiously when he noticed, and Judy felt embarrassed herself. But everyone else seemed to consider it a great spectator sport to watch this exchange of partners. Harry and Guy were grinning, and Chrissy and Clen were licking their lips in apparent envy. Judy sensed trouble.
"Hey, you guys!" Harry Giacomo called, laughing, to the two swinging couples. "You trying to turn this party into one of them sex orgies?"
"You hit it right on the nose, Harry!" replied Herbie Haymes. "Ken and Barb and Dora and I have a little cultural exchange plan going here. Of course, if it bothers the rest of you, we can always do it somewhere else."
"Hell, I don't mind," said Giacomo. "I seen plenty women in Paris. But Guy's the boss he… What d'ya say, boss?"
Guy grinned at the others. "I'm nearsighted," he said. "I don't see anything."
"You better move up closer, then," laughed Ken, "or you're gonna miss the action!"
And that seemed to be that. With Guy's permission granted, the Haymes' and Carisons went on with their "cultural exchange" in the main room of the lodge. Judy was appalled, not only at their actions but at her father for condoning it all. Not wishing to make a spectacle of herself, however, she remained silent.
Ken still had his hand up Dora's skirt, and from the flushed, beaming look on her face, it was apparent that he was doing something she liked very much. After a while she could no longer contain herself, and with a little moan she reached for Ken's crotch, feverishly unzipping his fly and lifting out his long, white, flabby prick. She began tickling and pumping it with her hand, while Ken grinned at her and went on doing whatever he was doing under her skirt. Meanwhile, Herbie and Barb had gone well beyond kissing. Herbie had laid the voluptuous blonde housewife on her back on the plush carpet, mined her dress, slipped off her panties, and was now busily engaged in licking and sucking her fat red clit, making Barb squeal and writhe.
"Oh, golly!" breathed Chrissy Catlin. "How exciting!"
"That's what you want, baby?" laughed Giacomo, patting her shapely ass. "You want to get in on the action?"
"Oh, Harry, could we?" Chrissy answered, giving him a baby-faced look of gratitude. "That would be super!"
Giacomo, grinning, reached under Chrissy's dress as she stood before him and tugged her tiny bikini panties down, to her ankles. Chrissy giggled and stepped out of them, then raised her dress to her waist. Somewhat to Judy's surprise, her small curly reddish-haired snatch matched the abundant hair of her head, which Judy had suspected of being dyed. Chrissy stepped up close to Giacomo as he sat, and the portly man buried his face in her pussy fur. Judy couldn't see just what he was doing, but Chrissy soon began giving delighted squeals.
Now the only people still on the sidelines were Judy and Walter, who sat blushing and gawking in a corner of the room, and Clen Jamison and Guy, who were sitting quite close to the swinging couples. Guy looked poised and cool, smiling slightly as he watched the action. But Clen seemed to be completely unhinged. The buxom widow was pop-eyed as her gaze swept from couple to couple. She reddened, swallowed, gulped her drink, and began to breathe very heavily. Judy wondered what was the matter with her. Shock? An attack of apoplexy? But Clen Jamison soon answered her silent question. With a strangled howl, she suddenly shot from her chair, trotted to Guy, and plunged her face down on his crotch.
"Hey!" Guy snorted. "What the hell?" Then, looking down at his lap full of dyed red hair, he chuckled, "Well, okay, baby, if that's what you want! But it'll go a lot better if you unzip me first."
Clen raised her flushed face, gave him a hungry look, and fumbled at his fly with her plump fingers. Guy sat back lazily and watched her clumsy efforts. Eventually she managed to get his fly open and to draw out his flaccid cock. It was exceptionally long and thick even without an erection, and Clen's startled face reflected her appreciation.
"Oh, my goodness!" she gurgled. "Will you look at the meat on this man!"
Judy flinched at hearing the well-bred woman talk this way, but most of the others laughed and had a look at Guy's cock. Herbie whistled. "Shit!" he snorted. "I feel like a dwarf!"
"It's certainly the biggest dong I ever saw!" said Barb, licking her lips.
"Well, it's going to be a lot bigger," Clen maintained stoutly, "when I finish with it!"
Then, as the others watched, the plump widow guided Guy's long flabby cock between her red lips, staining the pale shaft with lipstick as she did so. She sucked it in slowly, as if savoring it, until she had taken in half its length, which was all any woman could manage with a prick that size. Clen flashed Guy a passionate look, then drew in her cheeks sharply and began to suck noisily, hungrily, on his cock.
"Ummm," muttered Guy. "Great, baby! Go!"
"How about you, Ken?" Dora purred. "Would you like some of the same?"
"Sure would," grinned Ken, "if you did it to me!"
Dora smiled mischievously, slipped off the couch, and knelt before Ken, seizing his prick and popping it into her mouth. Judy recalled having watched her do this to him before, in the recreation room, and now Dora used the same technique, sucking in just the glands of his cock and reaming it with her wriggling tongue.
Ken grimaced with pleasure and sank back on the couch. "Aw, shit, that's good!" he whined. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Cocksuckers and pussy eaters were evenly divided now, as Clen and Dora gave expert, eager blow jobs to their partners, and Giacomo and Herbie loudly sucked the clits of Chrissy and Barb. There was no more conversation for the moment, but many sounds, slurping, sucking, licking, heavy breathing, the low, gratified sighs of men and the delightful squeals of women. Judy and Walter alone remained outside the action, still sitting in their corner and watching as if stunned.
"Good grief," said Walter, "I simply can't believe all this!"
"Me, either," replied Judy. "I mean, I knew this kind of thing went on, but I never expected to be present when it happened."
"A phenomenon of our mobile modem society," Walter explained, regaining same of his scientific composure. "No doubt related to the breakdown of the nuclear family structure. The same traits can be observed in some animal colonies during severe stress."
"Oh, how interesting," said Judy, who had been watching the action and only half listening to him. "But I really wonder if we should be watching like this. It seems kind of indecent."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Walter replied, adjusting his glasses, which had slipped to the end of his nose. "They don't mind – they've already said so. So there's no reason for you to feel upset. I suggest that you adopt a scientific attitude, as I intend to do. Regard it as studying animal behavior."
"Now, that's a viewpoint I can agree with!" said Judy.
Indeed, to her, it was animal behavior. She had never seen anything so vulgar and primitive as this display of unbridled lust in the main room of the lodge. The various couples pursued their sex play with no modesty at all, and even watched each other and exchanged comments.
"How ya doin', Guy?" Herbie called to him, raising his head from Barb's snatch for a breath of air. "What kinda cocksucker is Clen?"
"Not half bad," laughed Guy. "What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm. Aghh! Hey, baby, don't bite it! Just suck it!"
Clen, kneeling before Guy, was mourning his cock as if she were starved, her red hair flying in all directions as she plunged her head up and down. Guy still looked only mildly amused, leaning back in his chair and watching the others. He seemed particularly interested in the reactions of Chrissy Catlin as the beautiful young actress stood before Harry Giacomo and let him tongue her clit. She seemed to be in a mindless ecstasy, her long-lashed eyelids fluttering, her little hands squeezing Giacomo's shoulders, her lovely legs spread wide.
"Oooooo!" she cooed. "Nobody does it like you, Harry!"
Judy could now see just what the portly businessman was doing to his mistress. Giacomo's chubby fingers held Chrissy's furry cuntlips wide apart, exposing her prominent pink clitoris, and his gleaming red tongue was flicking and lashing the plump bud swiftly and vigorously. After several minutes of this, he suddenly seized Chrissy's ass, pulled her up tight against him, and his face was obscured by her small auburn snatch.
"Eeeeeee!" wailed Chrissy. "Oh, baby, OH! You're making me come! EEEEEEE!"
Chrissy's lovely body shook all over, she squealed and shrieked, and at last she fell limp into Giacomo's arms. "Oh, Harry," she panted, "that was super! I came like a bomb!"
Giacomo chuckled. "Not too bad for an old guy, hey?"
"Oh, Harry, you're the best!" Chrissy cooed. "And now I'm going to do something nice for you!"
She sank to her knees before her much older lover and with expert swiftness unzipped his pants and drew out a fat white limp cock. Giacomo grunted contentedly, opened his legs, and Chrissy nuzzled close to him, sticking out her pretty pink tongue to lick his soft prick. Then she fastened her lips around the tip and quickly sucked the whole flabby organ into her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Giacomo sighed loudly, sinking back in his chair, his face even more flushed than usual. "Nice, baby! Real nice!"
Chrissy began to suck his cock very loudly, but even this noise was drowned by a piercing wail from Barb. She had thrown her long shapely legs high in the air, and Herbie's head was still buried between her legs as she shrieked again and again in explosive climax. When at last she had finished, she brought her legs down again, seized Herbie's hair, and pulled him away, grinning at him.
"You've got to be the greatest pussyeater in the West," she laughed to the flushed little man. "And now you can have any reward you want."
Herbie grinned and looked around at the other three couples, all now engaged in blow jobs. "Well," he laughed, "I hate to be different!"
"You named it, lover!" laughed Barb. "On your back!"
Herbie grinned and obeyed. Barb bent over him, her huge tit nearly grazing his belly, and unzipped his fly, tugging out his fat prick. "Hmmmm," she said, "you're half way there already. But I'll help you the rest of the way."
She jammed her mouth down an his cock, and Herbie gave a happy yelp. Now there was no sound in the room but the noisy sucking of four cocks and the occasional deep sighs of the men. Judy found it embarrassing in the extreme, but Walter seemed to be doing just as he'd said, observing it in a scientific manner. He sat up, alert and intent, almost as if taking mental notes, and did not appear to be disturbed by the mass blow job.
"I think I'll go to bed," Judy told him. "This is really too much for me."
"Oh, stay," said Walter, not taking his eyes off the action. "I don't want to be the only spectator. Actually, I find the whole thing fascinating. Don't you?"
"No," replied Judy, "I can't say that that's the word I'd use. More like disgusting."
"Dear, dear," said Walter, "where is your scientific detachment? You're an educated young lady. You ought to be able to view life without encumbering emotions."
"I suppose you're right," Judy sighed. "All light, I'll give it a try." She made herself watch the scene without making value judgments. In thin light, it appeared even more ludicrous to her, simply four women sucking loudly on four cocks. Judy had timidly licked, kissed, and occasionally sucked a little on Rick's cock, but she did not think she would enjoy this frantic, ravenous mouthing.
"Oh, enough, baby," Giacomo was groaning to Chrissy, "or I'm gonna shoot! And I want to save that for later!"
Chrissy obediently pulled her mouth off his cock. It was very hard now and sticking straight up in his lap. Not a very big one, Judy thought, but certainly thick. Giacomo took a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his forehead.
"If you're too hot darling," Chrissy said to him, "why don't you undress?"
"Hey, that's a great idea!" Dora said, popping her mouth from around Ken's stiffened cock. "Let's all get rid of our clothes."
There was a mumbled assent and the blow jobs were suspended as everyone began stripping. A wide variety of body types were displayed, but no one was really out of shape except Harry Giacomo; his dark, hairy frame featured big rolls of fat. Clen Jamison was too plump in the belly and ass, but this was compensated for by her large well-shaped breasts. The most beautiful body in the room was Chrissy's – tall, curved, and firm, with exquisite tits that imitated the line of her upturned nose.
Barb looked around and giggled. "It was time to stop anyhow! We've got them all hard!"
That was true. The four men all sported painfully tiff erections. Guy's enormous prick, pointing at the ceiling, dwarfed all the others, but Ken, Herbie, and Harry were by no means ill-equipped.
"Jeez," breathed Chrissy, "a whole room full of cock stands! What a sight!"
"Hey, wait," said Dora, "we left one out! Come on, Walter! Don't spoil our record!"
Walter Peabody breathed deeply, and his glasses slipped to the end of his nose again. He attempted to speak with his usual scientific calm, however. "Why, uh, that's very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Haymes. But, ah, no thanks, I'll just sit this one out."
"Oh no, you don't!" laughed Dora. "We want every cock in the room to be hard, don't we, ladies?"
A chorus of giggles expressed the women's agreement. Long-legged Dora strode naked across the room, her small tits bobbing, and seized the hand of the furiously blushing Walter Peabody, pulling him to his feet and leading him to the center of the room.
"Very nice of you, ladies," he stuttered, "but, really, it's not necessary! I'm perfectly content just to watch!"
"Now, Walter," purred Chrissy, approaching him, "you can't just sit aside and observe people all your life! Sometime you have to join them."
She pressed her tall lovely body against him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. "My God," muttered Walter, "I've been kissed by a movie star!"
Everybody laughed. "Oh, I'm not quite a star yet, Walter," giggled Chrissy.
"But I'm gonna see to it that she in," put in Giacomo. "Well, come on, girls! Turn the guy on."
The women surrounded the blushing scientist, giggling and tittering. Their hands flew. Chrissy came away with his jacket and shirt, Barb with his shoes and sacks, Dora with his pants, leaving the plump Clen to tug off his shorts. Walter stood clothed in nothing but his horn-rimmed glasses, red all over by now and speechless. His cock was long, thin, and utterly limp.
"Hmmmm!" said Barb. "We have a job ahead of us, girls! I'll take over the main operation, and you do the rest." Again the women advanced, giggling at Walter.
Walter looked panicked. "Ah, ladies!" he stammered. "Ah, I appreciate your offer, but I feel so nervous for some reason, that I fear your efforts will be in vain!"
"Nonsense, Walter!" said Barb. "We'll have you up in no time!"
Barb grinned and knelt quickly before Walter, seizing his skinny flaccid prick and sucking it forcefully into her mouth. "Ahhhhh!" exclaimed Walter, closing his eyes. The other women joined in, Dora crawling behind him and between his legs to tickle his balls, Clen also approaching from behind and wriggling her little finger into his anus, while Chrissy, who was tallest, leaned over Barb to kiss Walter and rub his nipples.
Walter slowly flushed all aver, this time with arousal instead of embarrassment. His expression was hidden as Chrissy kissed him, working her tongue deep into his mouth, but his body trembled a little, betraying his emotions. Barb sucked his cock loudly and swiftly, and this expert blow job, combined with delicious assaults on his balls, asshole, nipples, and mouth, was too much for the meek scientist to withstand. He began to moan blissfully, and in a few minutes, when Barb let his cock slip from her mouth, he had a perfectly respectable hard-on. His cock was by no means thick, but it was quite long and very stiff. All his embarrassment was gone, too. He grinned happily at everyone.
"Well, ladies," he croaked, "you did it! Now, do I get to use it?"
"Why, Walter!" giggled Dora. "How bold of you!"
Walter went so far as to wink at her, which he considered quite daring.
"Walter's got a good idea there," laughed Giacomo. "Let's screw!"
"I'm for that!" agreed Herbie.
"Just one problem," said Guy. "Not enough girls to go around." He was looking at Judy as he said it, and she gasped and jumped to her feet, ready to flee the mom. Guy blacked her way, however. "Come on, sweetheart, don't spoil the party! We need you," he said, grinning at her in a knowing way.
Judy cursed herself for not leaving the party earlier. Now she was in a fix and would no doubt make everybody mad at her with her refusal to join the orgy. But she must try to get out of it gracefully. "Oh, no thanks," she said lightly. "I'm awfully tired. I think I'll just run along to bed."
"Oh, no, baby!" said Ken Carison, stepping up to her and taking her hand. "We gotta have you, otherwise one of us guys gets left out in the cold."
"Please," said Judy, as he dragged her to the center of the room, "I'd really rather not!"
"Let's turn her on like the girls did Walter," Guy suggested. "That's all she needs."
Judy gasped as the men surrounded her and began taking off her clothes. "Please, don't!" she shrieked – but they paid no attention, and she quickly found herself naked inside a circle of leering men. Then Ken knelt and jammed his mouth against her snatch, wriggling his tongue into the soft curls till he found her clit. He began to tickle it with his tongue-tip, and Judy smothered a sigh. She was horrified by the situation, but her clit didn't know the difference.
"You oughta enjoy that, honey," Barb commented from outside the circle. "Ken's a great cunt sucker."
Before Judy could say anything in protest, she felt hot wet penetration of her asshole as Herbie snaked his tongue inside. The rest of the men played with her tits, kissed her, and caressed her slim body while Ken and Herbie did the main work. Judy's mind reeled. If she adopted a detached point of view, as Walter had suggested, she knew that the two busy, expert tongues on her cunt and in her anus felt marvelous. But she could not preserve this detachment for long. She was far too much aware that she was standing naked while a crowd of strange men, egged on by her own father, played with her body.
"Oh, please don't!" she sobbed. "Let me go!"
"Christ, talk about ungrateful!" said Dora huffily. "If I had all that attention, I'd be coming by now!"
"Don't mind her," Guy said. "I'm afraid she was raised by a prude, and, it shows. But we'll get to her. Harry, you're an old pro. You take a crack at it."
The other men drew away to make room for the portly Giacomo, who, grinning lewdly, took Judy in a hairy embrace and lowered her to the floor. She was too shocked to protest. Wheezing, Giacomo crawled between her legs, separated her thighs, and jammed his thick tongue into her cunt.
"Ohhh, no!" shrieked Judy. She felt an instant, instinctive response in her cunt, which tightened around Harry's fat tongue and creamed copiously. Again her body threatened to betray her. The others had all gathered in a circle to watch, and Judy saw them pinning dawn at her as Giacomo licked and sucked noisily in her cunt. She closed her eyes, utterly humiliated and shamed. The noisy sucking went on and on, and she could feel her cunt creaming steadily in spite of all her efforts to ignore the intense pleasure she felt. Then she heard her father's raspy voice: "God, but she's still fighting it. Roll her onto her side, and I'll come in from behind."
Judy gave a shriek of protest, but Giacomo's powerful hands gripped he ass and he succeeded in rolling her onto her side without even taking his tongue out of her cunt. Guy Prince lay down behind her and separated her asscheeks.
"My goodness," remarked Walter, "she's your own daughter!"
"That makes her taste all the better to me!" Guy chuckled crudely. Everyone laughed.
"Nooooo!" Judy wailed as she felt Guy's rough lips on the puckered mouth of her anus, sucking strongly. Then his stiff tongue tip wriggled inside. Judy almost fainted with pleasure but did not give herself away. As his slick tongue crept farther and farther up her asshole, she clenched her teeth to keep from moaning. It would be the worst humiliation of all to let this immoral group see her respond to their efforts.
Guy thrust his tongue swiftly in and out of her asshole, and Harry matched his rhythm in her cunt. The observers became more and more excited by the scene, the women unconsciously fingering their own pussies, the men stroking their own cocks.
"Wow, that's just gotta turn her on!" squealed Chrissy. "It's sure getting ME hot!"
Giacomo at last pulled his dripping tongue from Judy's cunt. "Okay," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "she's ready. Creaming like Niagara Falls. Nice tight little cunt, too. Think I might have a shot at it, Guy?"
Guy pulled his tongue from Judy's ass and grinned. "That's up to the lady. Which one of us do you want to ball you, honey? You got your pick of any cock in the house."
"None of you!" Judy yelped indignantly.
"You mean you want to do it yourself?" Dora winked wonderingly.
"I mean I don't want to do it at all!" cried Judy.
"Aw, come on, baby!" laughed Giacomo. "I could tell you were hot!"
"Oh, don't give her a choice, then," said Clen Jamison impatiently, "if she's going to be difficult! Just pick somebody and let him have her!"
"Right," said Barb. "We can't waste all night with this spoiled brat of yours, Guy. We want to get on with the fun. Why don't you let Harry screw her? He asked first."
"Hey, wait," giggled Dora. "Look at Walter!"
Walter Peabody, his glasses on crooked, was gawking at Judy's dark little snatch as if he'd never seen one before. He licked his lips in fascination, and his long skinny cock gave a sudden twitch, then pointed straight at Judy, as if making a choice of its own.
The others laughed raucously. "Looks like Walter's the lucky man," Giacomo grinned. "I regard that as a supernatural message!" He winked at Judy. "I'll get to you some other time, honey."
"Well, what d'ya say, Walter?" Guy asked, clapping the skinny scientist on the back. "You want to stick it in my little girl?"
Walter blushed but beamed. "I must say," he croaked, "that I'd be delighted. I seem to be in rather an urgent state of arousal, and nothing would gratify me more than…"
"I think he's saying, yes," Dora interrupted. Then, to Judy, "Open your legs, sweetie, and let old Walter in. You're delaying the festivities."
"NO!" shouted Judy.
She leaped to her feet, but she was instantly held by many hands.
"Keep her still!" Guy commanded. "Come on, Walter, we'll hold her for you!"
Guy held one of Judy's arms, Giacomo the other, while Ken and Herbie held her legs, forcing her to stand still. The women gathered around to watch. For a moment Walter showed some hesitation, in the face of Judy's obvious unwillingness, but his lust was too great for him. Grinning excitedly, he approached her, his long cock swaying before him.
"Doggy style!" said Chrissy breathlessly. "I want to see Walter do it doggy style!"
"Why not?" laughed Guy. "Help me bend her over a little, Harry."
The two older men forced Judy to lean forward, so that her pretty little ass was offered to the panting Walter. Judy struggled with all her might, but she was held fast. Knowing now that there was no escape, she gave a little sob and stopped fighting.
"Okay, Walter, pop it in there!" said Giacomo. "She's as ready as she'll ever be!"
Walter trembled slightly as he came to stand behind Judy's bent figure. He took his thin stiff cock in his hand and carefully positioned the reddish head in the moist indentation of her cunt mouth. Then he sighed and pushed. The long white shaft seemed to go up her forever, till at last nothing could be seen but his hairy little balls.
"Ahhhhh!" sighed Walter. "Delicious!"
Judy sobbed, but her noises were droned out by a chorus of "GO, Walter, go!"
His glasses more askew than ever, Walter grinned blissfully and began to pump his cock in and out of Judy's tight but juicy cunt. As Guy had said earlier of Clen Jamison, lack of experience was more than compensated for by enthusiasm. Walter was tremendously horny and excited, and he balled Judy thunderously, with such swift, furious strokes that he was soon sweating. Judy moaned softly. This was the very worst thing he could do, fucking her violently, the way she liked best. She knew they were all standing around pinning, watching her get it, and yet her sense of shame was fading rapidly. She wanted very much just to let herself go and enjoy Walter's hard driving cock. But then their mocking voices changed her mind.
"Shit, look at the sonofabitch go!" laughed Ken. "You're gonna fuck that little girl raw, Walter!"
Walter paid no attention, only went on humping blissfully.
"How do you like it, sweetie?" Barb asked. "This Walter's some stud, huh?"
Judy did not reply. There was nothing she could say except the truth, which was that she was enjoying herself wildly. She prayed she would not betray it by any outcry. Walter's steel-hard prick slammed her womb again and again, and she tightened her cunt around it to compensate for its thinness. Now she felt Walter's sweat dripping onto her back, and she knew from his home, quick breathing that he was close to coming.
"Oh, goodness, goodness," Walter chanted, using his most frequent oath, "lovely! Marvelous! Delightful!" He could say no more, having run out of breath.
"Come on, baby, you gotta like this!" Giacomo cried. "If I balled a girl that barn, I'd have a heart attack!"
"Oooooo, I'm so envious!" chirped Chrissy. "Judy, don't you feel anything?"
In fact Judy was feeling the first faint flutter of orgasm deep in her cunt. Every loud slapping thrust of Walter's cock increased the sensation, and suddenly she lost control entirely, flinging her small ass up to meet each pounding entry of his stiff prick, her cunt creaming so heavily that his wild fucking pumped out her juice in hot spurts to splatter his belly. Judy fought her urge to cry out – and lost, as a beautiful, blinding climax shook her body.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, shameless in her violent coming. "Slam it to me, Walter! Yes,yes! Ohhhhhhh!"
There was a loud round of applause from the observers, and another chorus of "Go, Walter, go!"
Then Walter gave a sharp howl as he, too, climaxed. Judy's convulsing cunt nipped and milked his squirting cock, and in the wild excitement of shooting his come, he walled and bucked so violently that his glasses fell off. Walter did not notice, however. He humped away ecstatically for nearly a minute before he finally stepped back, flushed and beaming, and let his limp cock slip from Judy's cunt, dripping and hot.
"Wonderful," he sighed, sitting down on the rug to catch his breath, "simply wonderful! I don't know when I've had a better time!"
"Mighty fine job you did there, Walter," said Guy. "Very impressive."
"Why, thank you," Walter blushed. "Has anyone seen my glasses?"
Dora retrieved them for him and gave his limp cock an affectionate squeeze, much to Walter's delight. Meanwhile Judy was blushing and picking up her clothes.
"Hey, you're not gonna leave, are you?" Chrissy asked. "The fun's just getting started."
"Mine's over, and I'm tired," replied Judy. She could not speak angrily to Chrissy, whom she liked, but inside she was furious, especially with Guy, who had engineered her humiliation.
"See you tomorrow, then," said Chrissy. "I've got work to do." She hurried over to where Giacomo sat, grinning and holding out bin hairy arms to her, and leaped onto his lap facing him.
She seized his fat cock and stuck it deftly into her cunt, and they began to fuck in that position. Clen Jamison stretched out on her back on the floor, spread her legs wide, and gave Guy an imploring look. He laughed and crawled between her legs, and the plump widow gave a delighted shriek as his huge cock snaked up her cunt. Meanwhile, Dora leaned on the arm of the sofa and let Ken enter her from behind, while Herbie had backed Barb against a wall and was balling her standing up as he played with her huge tits.
Walter Peabody observed it all with great interest. "Going, Miss Prince?" he asked Judy.
"Yes," said Judy coldly. "Good night."
"I just don't understand you," Walter sighed. "You're missing a very rare spectacle."
"I'll survive," huffed Judy. She stamped off to her room, completely disgusted with her new friends and with herself. She prayed the snowplows would arrive the next day so she could get out of this place, back to Rick and back to sanity.