Norma Egan - Daddy_s bad girl

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."