Chapter 4
Warm, snug and alone in her room on the upper floor of the SKI FORTUNE INN, Scotti Crawford did not bother to get up when she heard the knock on her door about ten that night. It would only be her father's best friend, Robbie Wells, bringing her a hot cup of chocolate-along with sly sex hints and innuendoes. He bored her with that, but he also amused her. He was a pretty good looking man, too, even if he was forty.
She stretched her young body luxuriously in front of the fire-Dad always took the best of accomodations-and called for him to come in. She could easily have pulled a blanket over her pajamas but decided to tease him. He was such a good-natured wolf.
He came in grinning and stopped in mock shock as he saw her elegant body draped along the sofa.
"My God, a seductress in satin."
She tilted her glasses on her upturned nose and waved her book. "Come off it, Robbie. I'm reading, not seducing. And it isn't satin, it's only polyester crepe de chine."
"The color dazzles."
"Pale Melon, if you want to buy one for your wife," she said wickedly.
"Oh, no. Cynthia sleeps nude."
He was much like her father in looks, the same big shoulders, white hair, olive complexion that was so glossy, a kind of sleepy sexual look. He set down the chocolate and dropped to his knees alongside the sofa.
"To think your dumb father could've produced such a flower in only twenty-one years," he said.
"He had to. Mom up and died on us a long time ago."
"But such a waste, Scottie. All up and down ski city tonight the bars bounce, the disco drums, and you curl up with a book."
"It's called making out, Robbie, and I don't like it. They devour you with their eyes, pat and fondle and then think they can drag you to their miserable huts and hutches to bundle in the cold night. Next day on the slopes they don't remember your name. No, thanks."
"Gotta start some time."
"Don't gotta, Robbie. Dad doesn't like me fooling with young guys. I guess I'm like him, studious and sober-minded."
He put a hand on her flat stomach and she felt its warmth through the thin pajamas.
"Maybe it'll be older guys."
She made to no attempt to remove his hand or protest. She felt devilish and wanted to see how far he'd go. She forced a yawn.
"Could be, Robbie. But sex bores me. Like Dad."
"Maybe you and your Dad have some secret that Cynthia and the rest of us don't know," he said.
It wasn't the first time he'd hinted. The idea was outrageous and shocking. Doug Crawford would sooner cut off his arm than touch her sexually. But she felt warm and she blushed.
"I've tried and tried Robbie," she kidded him. "We take endless showers together and tried to hump in the back of his Caddy, but we both fell asleep from boredom."
"You two are always together, more like a man and wife than a father and daughter," he said.
It was getting a little annoying. He kept harping on that and for the first time she wondered if he seriously believed that her stiff, unbending father, and, for that matter, Doug's still, unbending daughter, would really touch each other. His hand moved on her stomach and she felt uncomfortanbly warm.
"Cut it out, Robbie. The idea thoroughly repulses. Change of subject."
"A nice stomach," he said. His hand was no longer rubbing her stomach. It had slipped quite a lot farther down. She repressed a shudder. She didn't like men to touch her, even a nice-looking kind of sexy guy like Robbie. His hand had almost reached her pelvis and she felt a definite tickle and tensing of her protective nerves. She wanted to close her legs.
"Robbie," she said. "You're one heck of a salesman and you're trying on this ski trip to sell Dad a million dollar airplane. I appreciate your unusual approach. Chatter about sex and incest, and flying hands. Will you go away if I promise to put in a good word for you?"
"Probably not," he said. He moved his hand down squarely between her legs on her cunt. But he stared in the fire almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing. "I'm more than a salesman. I want the best for the both of you, since I'm an old friend."
For the first time in her life, Scotti didn't exactly know what to do. She liked Robbie, she knew the deep bond between him and her father. And five years ago, at sixteen, she'd even had a crush on Robbie. But this was suddenly wild and weird. He was supposed to be in trouble with his wife. Maybe he was what they called "horny".
Yet she felt a stubborn willfulness. She just wasn't going to beg, scold or even bother to laugh at Robbie Wells. She wouldn't let him upset her. Even now, when his fingers pressed harder and harder on her cunt lips.
"Having fun?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. But she had to swallow fast. Actually it was a shocking outrage for her father's best friend to put his hand right on her sex. He must be drunk or losing his mind.
No! There was a better answer. She'd used the same tactic herself. You had to break through somebody's cool. Force them to stop holding you at arm's length. So you stirred them to become mad, excited, involved. Once involved, they had you. If you rejected them, they could walk away and look for a better partner. If you accepted them, they were in like gold. This was Salesman Robbie could either disqualify time-wasters or get close to them for the sale. All you needed was the nerve to stir people up.
"Daddy wouldn't like what you're doing," she said evenly, as if her cunt didn't belong to her. "It could lose your airplane sale."
"I'll risk it, Scotti. It drives me crazy the way you and Doug hang out. I've got to know about you two, even if I get my head bashed in."
His moving fingers made her cunt wet and she thrilled. It was really too much.
"No incest, Robbie. The idea would blow Doug Daddy right out of this world. Now if you-"
"Then I've got a chance," he interrupted, grinning. Instead of removing his hand, he dug it inside of her and rode her clit over the thin pajama material.
She had to gasp and lift her rear. "Oh, my God, Robbie. What do you think you're doing?"
"Jacking off the sweetest, sexiest girl in Star Valley."
He knew when to be crude. She grabbed his arm to stop him, feeling flustered. The cool act didn't work. No male, young or old, had ever dared approach her so boldly.
"Robbie, your wife-"
"Cynthia and I plan to divorce. Right this minute I expect she's telling your Dad all about it, down at the bar. Maybe the two of them will even get it on. Who knows?"
"Robbie, stop." She wasn't strong enough to halt his fierce, delicious hand action on her cunt. "Dad-and Cynthia? You're crazy!'" She had a flash of Cynthia, dark, vivacious, shapely, and felt a twinge. A former danger with a body like Cynthia's could stir a man all right. But the idea of Doug messing with Robbie's wife blew her mind.
"Not crazy, Scotti. The divorce was my idea. So Cyn wouldn't feel guilty. She always liked Doug. You know that. They could make this a spectacular ski trip for the two of them."
It was true that Cynthia Wels touched her father a lot. Hung on his arm, kissed him in greeting. She and Doug had often laughed about that.
"Doug needs a wife," said Robbie. "Cyn would be great for him. Of course it would change things for you. Would you like a stepmother, Scotti?"
She held on to his arm as her loins worked against his hand. For the first time in a couple of years she felt intensely sexual. It was all this talk about incest, Cynthia and Doug. Scotti's last sex action had been a couple of years ago with two different boys. It hadn't lasted. Always she saw her father's face in the background, frowning, shaking his head. She'd had few dates since. No sex at all.
"Robbie, it's too much," she cried. "You've got to grow up, little girl," he whispered. "You and Doug are so hung up on each other the whole world notices."
"Oh, no," she cried in distress. "I swear we've never touched."
"So you've either got to fuck him or move on to a new life."
"Oh, Robbie." Her cool was completely shattered now. She was wet and hot. Her legs were open and she kept pressing her pelvis against Robbie's hand to get the sweet sex rushes as she held his arm.
"I love you," he said. Then, simply, directly. "I'm going to suck you. He pulled down her pajama pants.
His seduction moves, plus his bold open discussion of her possible incest with her own father captured her. She felt weak, helpless, awed by it. Faintly she murmured "no" and "don't" but he got his head between her legs and she felt his tongue lick into her wet swollen tissues.
"Ahhhhh. Oh, Robbie. I can't-we shouldn't."
"Mmmmmmm."
His tongue opened her cunt lips. He inhaled her young, pink tissues, swallowed her sex fluid, smacked his lips. He found her clit and she lifted right off the sofa and rode.
"I-I-I--i-" she stuttered. It felt so good. She gave a groan of deep pleasure. She wanted to stop, she wanted to die of embarrassment, and she wanted him to suck her furiously. She grabbed two fistfuls of his silver hair and humped greedily on his face, out of her mind with the bold outrage of it. Through the years Robbie Wells had been almost an uncle to her-on this ski trip he suddenly ate her cunt like a young lover. But oh, it felt so goooood. How had it happened? How had it happened?
"Robbie, you shouldn't put your mow-mouth on my sex!" she wailed.
He lifted his head to smile up at her. "You think everybody comes to Star Valley to ski?" he asked. "Maybe half-maybe a third."
"Robeeeeee."
"The avalanche that they worry about. They keep everybody off the high lifts for two days. You see anybody going home?"
His hands moved to stroke her soft, delicately shaped thighs, and he used his tongue to make a wet, warm circle around her thighs and lower abdomen. He worked in to nestle his mouth on her pubic hairs, eating them wet. Then he blew gently on her cunt lips, warm breath making her shiver.
She had to think how strange it was about she and sex. She knew it felt good and that she had a hot libido, but it was sealed off behind her iron control. She was reluctant to let herself be opened up, but, oh God, it was a delicious experience.
"Robbie, I don't think oral sex is decent." But she hoped he wouldn't stop.
His head was back between her legs, his voice slightly muffled. "You have a sweet, pink cunt. Inside I see a delicate, tiny mound. Your clitoris a teeny mountain with a hole in the center. When I first licked, a pink little crescent of flesh, a tiny dagger, peeped out. It retreated inside when you got hot and everything swelled. I love to find a hot clit and tease it. Your mound turns into a volcano of hot feeling. No harm in making it erupt once in a while."
After the lecture he went to work on her. His hands slid up her torso to cup her nipples and she felt new thrills, the action now making her central body feel like a molten core of good feeling. He varied that expertly, in different ways. Sometimes he stroked her lower belly where she tensed her muscles in sex glee. This allowed her numbed nipples to return to feeling. After that he began to slide first one and then two fingers inside her vagina, alongside her clit brushed by his tongue.
She felt racing fires of delight at each thing he did. She gave him gasps, she gave him groans and finally began to hum steadily in rapture. From her knees to her shoulders she was a mass of turned-on girl, starting to go into her animal bitch.
It was safe, comfortable, and very erotic. She felt her body turn moist while her cunt produced a continuing rich flow of gland juice, which Robbie whisked away with swallows of enjoyment. Dear Robbie! Imagine him loving her so much he would inhale her body juices and revel in it. He was completely turned on, singing his pleasure at giving her sweet service. She knew his cock was hard as a rock but she was glad he didn't force it into her body or expect her to put her mouth on it. She sure wasn't ready for that.
The sofa, the room, the fire, everything receded as she went up into a private heaven of pure sexuality, letting her guard down completely. She held onto his head and let the roaring fires of pleasure inside of her build and build.
"Oh, Robbie, it's blessed, sweet, hot. Ah-I feel so good. Oh, it's lovely, loveleeee," she said.
She sweated as she rose up to glory. Aching tension joined with rising joy to bring her, finally, to a state of animal joy.
"Ow, oh, eeeee," she went and she began to come, her nerve network tightening and pulling her soft muscles into the strain of a total orgasmic lock.
Robbie sensed her rush to completion. He increased his pace and used his hands on both her nipples to wring the last ounce of erotic response from her. She rushed right up to glory.
"OOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried happily. She lifted her butt and crushed her pelvis to his mouth, holding-tight to his head. First she felt a holy, incredible muscle lock where she quivered in ultimate delight. Then came the sweet rushes of spending, throb after throb of her cunt, quaking to his tongue, squeezing his finger that he rode cock-like inside of her alongside his chin. "Eh, eh, eh," she grunted and gave it all up to him, She'd never had an orgasm like this. Maybe with the younger guys she'd been too afraid of them, herself and her natural body reactions. Robbie was different. She just opened her feelings up, opened her body up and gave herself over to the richness of sex satisfaction, tensing and untensing, wallowing in the rich spasms that possessed her. Even after the first ecstatic surges, she continued to strain against him, coming up to new cunt quakes-relaxing-and then after a few seconds tensing again to feed him feminine submission.
At last she sank back, glowing all over.
"You shouldn't have done it, Robbie-but it was marvelous," she sighed. Her face glowed with her satisfaction.
"You deserve the best child," he murmured. His own face was smeared with her sex juice, chin to eyebrows, glistening.
He rose between her legs and slipped down his pants. His cock, blunt and thick, appeared and in her erotic state she was able to stare at it and thrill. It was so big! It looked so strange, standing up at an angle from his belly, sticking out from his greyed pubic hairs, darker than his flesh elsewhere, glistening. She saw big, purple veins under paper-thin skin. She saw his testicles, his balls, swollen and big, hanging under the cock.
"Got to get rid of-congestion," he said his voice thick with sex need.
For a minute she feared he would press that fascinating but frightening blade down into her body. But he had other ideas.
"Can't possibly last-too hot," he muttered.
He jacked himself off, kneeling in front of her, staring down at her.
It thrilled her to see him strain in his turn, and hear his gasps of pleasure. She knew she would get his inundation and felt happy.
It came. His thigh muscles locked, his hand jerked erratically on his prick and suddenly there was a rush of jism from deep inside his body. His come spurted out in long, hearty loops and fell on her belly and breasts, warm and foaming.
"Greeaat," he grunted and pumped it out, the erratic shots hitting her skin here and there.
The first spurts went way up on her breasts, but as the pressure eased they fell shorter until, at the end, there was a trickle of come down his shaft, webbing into his pubic hair.
She twisted in pleasure at the erotic delight of seeing the male cock burst. She stroked the warm, pungent jism into her skin. It felt like velvet, soft, yet powerful in its chemistry.
Smooth as always, he cleaned himself up, and her, and put his clothes back on. They made small talk as she shyly slid back into her pajamas as if nothing had happened between them. She felt too exposed now, ashamed of letting him see her sex bitch in action. She was glad when he soon left her alone.
But her evening of sex wasn't completely over. Alone once more, Scotti sighed in pleasure and masturbated herself, reliving that fantastic experience. She smelled her hand, inhaling the erotic odor of his dried come. She even licked her fingers and palm as she got hotter and hotter. Masturbation was her only form of sex. Tonight it was greater because of this new event and lesser because it didn't feel as good as having his tongue take her.
It was only after her second orgasm that she began to think about all the implications of the evening-Robbie's divorce, Cynthia and her father, and the fact everybody thought she and her father had incestuous relations. Wow! Things had turned slightly crazy....
Cynthia had Doug's cock hard in his pants. She'd often wondered what would happen if she made such a bold gesture. Tonight she had her chance to find out. She and Doug Crawford came to this small, quiet bar in the back of the lobby of the Ski Fortune Inn.
The big bar wouldn't do. It was jammed with happy young people, trying to dance to rock music and shouting at each other in a disco atmosphere. This bar played soft, straight music and attracted the few older people. It was very dim and she and Doug picked a booth way in the rear because she wanted to pour out her troubles with Robbie.
Doug was a bear of a man who resembled Robbie somewhat, yet was completely different in temperament. His hair was salt and pepper, not white. His body was more angular and it contained a much more conservative personality. Doug had been a successful surgeon who had put his money into a string of rest homes and was now retired from the practice of medicine to run his establishments. He really needed the airplane that Robbie wanted to sell him, so it made sense for the Well's to come along on this ski trip and mix business talk with pleasure.
Instead, everything revolved around the coming divorce. Doug was shocked and sympathetic.
"Scotti and I like you both," he told Cynthia. "We'd like to help you put it all back together."
She explained there was no putting the marriage back together. Robbie played around too much and they'd stop having sex some time ago. Still, she'd held on until Robbie himself made a date to start the divorce.
"Now I'm free in spirit if not in fact," she told Doug as they settled in the bar.
Doug "tished" and "tushed" as she told him of her sex problems with Robbie. The conversation turned her on; first her thigh rested on Doug's and soon she had a hand on his leg. Doug was moral and proper, even prissy, but he'd had a few and she knew he was attracted to her dark good looks and sleek dancer's body. She hadn't appeared in public for years, but she'd kept up her excercises and was proud of her svelte body. One thing was for sure-Cynthia Wells would have no trouble finding men. She was thirty-eight and could pass for her mid-twenties.
Soon Doug's hand was on her thigh, patting and squeezing in sympathy. With his old friend at the actual point of divorce he could allow himself that freedom.
Doug's little concession to his repressed sexuality turned Cynthia on. His big body, his strength, his closeness to her in the booth made her aware that she'd fantasized his making love to her even when things had been better between she and Robbie. They were isolated from the rest of the room and she felt wild and daring, freed of her marriage vows.
Soon her hand crept between Doug's legs. She was sure he'd find that too bold, but he didn't. "Harrumpthh" was all he said and he actually made no move to protect himself as she shaped his cock in his pants.
Cynthia felt hysterical. It became a game, arousing this phlegmatic man and talking along without making reference to what her hands did. How far would the stolid ex-surgeon let her go?
"-and so Robbie and this woman suddenly appeared from the direction of the swimming pool and she was putting her bra back on," Cynthia heard herself saying. Meanwhile she stroked Doug's cock mass and felt it separate out into a shaft and his balls as he got hard.
For the first time Cynthia began to get a glimmer of what Robbie meant when he said that Doug and Scotti were hung up on each other but too repressed to act, to even know it. Poor Doug must have sex desires eating him all the time and his passion for outdoors action couldn't turn it off. Then on this trip he was alone with a woman he trusted and liked and she was free to make overt gestures.
"That's fantastic," grunted Doug. "Amazin". His eyes glittered and he opened his legs a little to let her squeeze his cock under the table.
What was it like? She could already tell it was longer than Robbie's and it got just as hard. Her own cunt wet and wet some more as she stroked him. What a gorgeous man, to have such a sexy prick between his legs. If she knew Robbie he was off somewhere trying to get into Scotti's panties and that turned her on some more. Scotti was as repressed as her father, but what if Robbie actually got it on with the youngster? No, she wasn't going to hold back.
"I guess-you're telling me-you won't be a wife-to Robbie anymore," said Doug in a thickened voice.
"Not at all. Never."
"Lots of divorce-among doctors and salesmen," he said.
She wasn't exactly jacking him off. She would stroke his prick for a while and then move her hand to his thigh. Then back to the cock for more stroking. Now she went another step and squeezed it. His pants were thin enough for her to get her hand competely around it. She began to pump gently, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle rigid under the moving prick skin.
"Ah, eh, hot in here," said Doug. It was almost a gasp, the way he took his breath in. She felt the big, stiff cock throb drily in his pants.
"Oh,! Doug, I like you so much," she thrilled. "I just wish-wish"
"We'll always be-great friends," he managed.
She wanted to suggest that they go upstairs but some inner cautions told her not to move too fast. She wished she could fondle her own aching cunt but that would be too much. And so they talked, and she played with his prick under the table and they both got hotter and hotter.
A moment comes in sex when both parties know it will go all the way. Cynthia felt a deep belly thrill as she realized that somewhere inside that concealed soul Doug Crawford had decided to let her do whatever she wanted with his prick. She looked around the bar. The bartender had his head fixed on the small TV. Elsewhere two young couples had their head close together, paying them no attention. Two older men, quite squimed, had turned away to mutter to each other. Dirty jokes she judged from their chuckles.
She slipped Doug's zipper and heard him gasp. The stiff prick jerked out into her palm. She made a fist around it, dizzy, thrilled by the flowering feel of the naked sex meat in her hand. With her other hand she got a tissue from her purse.
"I'm going to take it, Doug," she whispered and began to pump him with a tight fist, laying a demand on his prick.
Doug pressed both hands flat on the table and gave a repressed groan of pleasure. She felt his body shudder involuntarily and his breath rasp in his throat. Then he stiffened.
She was so hot she wanted to bring her head down and suck out his wonderful come, swallow his pulsing jism, but she dare not. She put the tissue on top of her pumping fist and jazzed him until he exploded. The cock throbbed in her hand in wild pulsing and she felt the hot come squirt into the tissue. He lifted his butt a little and came and came and came, marvelously controlling any sound as his guts emptied. Soon both her hand and the tissue were wet, but she kept pumping taking him all the way through his ecstasy.
Doug finally fell back and muttered. "Thank you, Cynthia. That was fabulous."
"I want to know you better," she told Doug. That sounded dumb, but you said dumb things to a man like this. He would be turned off by the true expressions of her wild love feelings.
Afterwards she let him mumble quick excuses and make his escape. She felt very proud of that masturbation in the bar. It started something between her and Doug without being too heavy for him to handle. More would've been too much; less would leave them in the stuck position where he wouldn't aggress and she wouldn't either because it wasn't ladylike.
Upstairs she found Robbie glowing. He fooled with his ski stuff, humming and smiling to himself.
"Well, I suppose you pulled the old hot chocolate trick on young Scotti," she said.
"Hot chocolate goes with skiing, dear Cynthia."
It also goes with fucking. You pulled that on me once a long time ago. It was my first cunnilingus, as I remember. Did you eat her hot, repressed little box?"
Her husband looked at her with that cool, level look he'd adopted since they'd agreed on the divorce.
"Ate it, and then jacked off over her belly. I wanted a great deal more, but you have to go slow with the Crawfords. I suppose you made out with Doug?"
"You prick," she said. But somehow, this new business of telling the truth fascinated her. "I jacked him off in the bar, under the table. His cock is bigger than yours."
"He doesn't use it enough," grinned Robie. "Mine's whittled down."
She was mad at him and amused at the same time. "It should've vanished long ago by that criterion."
"Some day, some day."
"Robbie, what are we doing to them?"
"Saving their lives. Here lately it's gotten almost weird the way they hang together and avoid people. But they don't do anything. One day they'll explode, murder, suicide, something. When sex drives you crazy but you can't do anything about it, you've got a bomb on your hands."
"Just the same, Doug will kill you if he finds out you've messed with his daughter. You can forget the airplane sale."
"We'll see. Incidentally, I'm taking Scotti up on the high slopes for skiing tomorrow."
He and Scotti were the experts. She and Doug had to content themselves with the beginner's runs. She asked him about the avalanche. The threat of the avalanche condition had just about stopped all skiing in the high runs.
"Everybody will be out tomorrow. You can scare people just so long. The commercial people don't want to lose customers. The customers don't want to waste good daylight. They were lucky to hold everyone back for the past few days."
She might've made her objections stronger, but the chance to be alone with Doug tomorrow was too good to miss. They went to sleep in separate beds. For her money, Robbie made a big, fat mistake in chasing Scotti. If Doug caught on, he'd half kill his old friend. Robbie would lose the sale, too. But it was useless to argue with Robbie when he had sex on his mind.
Robbie was right about the scare being over. Every trick in the book had been tried to trigger that avalanche, sitting there waiting to happen a few miles from the town. Well, it hadn't happened and the skiers didn't think it was going to happen. The Inn emptied early. By the time Cynthia awoke, Robbie was gone leaving a note that he and Scotti were headed for Devil's Pass. Cynthia had breakfast with Doug who fussed all the way through.
"She didn't say anything about Devil's Pass last night." he complained. "With that condition up there, I wouldn't let her go. Robbie must be out of his mind."
Cynthia sipped her coffee and said nothing. She doubted very much that Robbie and Scotti had even gone near the lowest lift on the Pass. Further up the Valley was another small resort town. A little shopping that Scotti liked so much, a snack, and there were plenty of motels along the road. She never underestimated Robbie's salesmanship.
The avalanche hit at ten o'clock. Before that, she and Doug had had their lesson, worn themselves out on the lower slopes near the hotel and were having hot drinks on the outdoor terrace. There wasn't much to see. The area lay behind a ridge that cut off the village from the avalanche site. There was plenty of sound. A godawful roar that drowned out all sounds on the terrace. An awesome, prolonged roar that froze everybody in place. And went on and on. Over the ridge there appeared a vast white cloud of flying snow, rising, rising just like a slow motion film. It started as a rumble that quickly became thunder and then went on and on, suggesting the awesome power of tons and tons of snow in rapid movement.
"Great Christ!" cried Doug jumping up. "Scotti!"
Everyone was paralyzed and then people started to run about the terrace and shout and wail and yabber in high excitement. It was a chaos. It was the more chilling because there was no danger on this side of the ridge.
She had to take Doug to his room. The poor man was a basket case.
As a surgeon he had nerves of steel. As a parent he was worse than a baby. She left him taking a sedative and crying "Scotti, Scotti," with great tears running down his face. Her reassurances made no impression whatsoever.
Down in the lobby, she found people acting very much like they might in a mine cave-in disaster. Almost everyone had family or friends who had headed for the Pass that morning and that was the center of the bog slide. Radios were turned on, TV sets brought the news and people moved about talking softly and with tragedy written on their faces. The hotel people dashed about madly trying to soothe their guests, insisting that there was no need for panic until further news came in. Which would be slowly, because telephone lines were down. But rescue teams were already out and soon the air filled with the sounds of helicopters.
Cynthia had her queasy moments. Yet she found it impossible to think of Robbie as dead. Even if he hadn't changed plans and gone to Penrod, even if he had gone on up on the Pass, he'd survive somehow. She felt very tense, but kept hold of herself, realizing that the grief could come, lots of it, when the bad news arrived if it did. She'd had lots of good years with Robbie and she certainly didn't wish him any physical harm.
She went back to her room. It was obvious that there'd be no hard news for hours yet. The morbid crowd only depressed her. She barely had time to pour a drink before Doug flung her door open and marched in, his face blazing.
"It was Robbie's fault. Robbie killed my daughter! I'll kill him."
"Oh, now, Doug."
"That bastard. That asshole sonofabitch." He found Robbie's suitcase and hurled it against the wall with a loud thud. He jerked open the closet door and began to tear Robbie's clothes from the hangers.
"Doug, for God's sake!" said Cynthia. "If she's dead, he's dead."
He did not seem to hear her. He raged like a madman. Frightened of his great strength, deeply disturbed by his distress, Cynthia blurted out:
"We don't even know they went to the Pass. They probably went to Penrod."
He stopped crashing around and stared at her. His face was a sudden flash of hope.
"Why did you say that?"
"They might've gone shopping, and-and-"
"Shopping, for Christ's sake. She took her gear. Are you nuts?"
There was no time to think. All she wanted to do was calm him down at any cost.
"I think they went to a motel in Penrod, Doug."
He looked stunned. "A motel?"
"From what happened last night-"
He grabbed her by the shoulders so hard it hurt. "What happened last night?"
"I mean-I mean-" She started to weep.
It was too late to hold back the story. He practically choked her and she spilled out the story. Robbie and Scotti had had sex last night That meant to her-maybe they'd didn't go skiing at all.
His face was both white and red.
"Robbie and Scotti? Oh, good Christ!"
There was some rancor in her. "I told you your friend, Robbie, is one of the world's great studs."
He just stood there, stunned. "Well, it's your fault, Doug. You never let the girl date. The two of you hang around together like a couple of sex-mad lovers. Everybody thinks the two of you are lovers. You never date any women. It would be better if you chased young boys, even. Something, anything."
He literally screamed. He came at her and, arms flailing, knocked her across the room to fall on the bed. He raved like a madman and then rushed out of the room, cursing.
Cynthia sat up, holding her swollen, aching and red-bruised jaw. I have, by God, had it, she thought. With Robbie. With Doug and with that silly girl. She cried, long and hard, and then began to pack her clothes....
by early afternoon the hotel was cheerful again. Rescue teams returned with party after party. Helicopters brought in more. The Pass had not been hit directly. Lots of people had close escapes but so far only a couple of deaths were known. Gradually the lobby and bars began to take on a party atmosphere, a celebration. What had been a shattering catastrophe at ten o'clock began to turn into a pleasant adventure to spice up life, as skier after skier told his own avalanche story.
CB radios were at work, flashing down name after name of the survivors. Or the unhurt, thought Cynthia. The avalanche had been a buffoon, full of sound and fury but hurting practically nobody. She was one who received a message, but not from the Pass.
"Scotti and I went to Penrod," the radio operator had scrawled. "We are both okay."
Cynthia headed upstairs to find Doug and then felt her tender, swollen jaw and went to her own room instead.
Doug-was already there, sitting in a brocaded chair with a sheepish look on his face.
"I guess you know," she said.
"I know, Cynthia. I gave one of the operators five hundred dollars and talked to Scotti. They went to Penrod, all right. I asked her what motel and she told me before she knew what she was saying."
She looked at Doug more closely. The big man looked absolutely crushed.
"What I did in this room. What I said and did to you," he moaned.
"What you're doing to that girl and yourself." She mixed drinks.
He took his and held it. "Scotti and Robbie had sex," he said in a voice of total disbelief. Two great tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I should be the one who's crying, Doug. Robbie is my husband, but Scotti's only your daughter." She wondered how she'd ever seen anything in this childish man.
He took a slug, brushed away the tears and made a gesture.
"It looks like you're packing."
"I've had it. With you, Scotti and Robbie. As soon as I knew he was all right-and I was sure he was-I wanted to be ready to go. Okay?"
"No, goddamit, it's not okay." For a phlegmatic man he was hitting a lot of different moods today. Now he scowled.
"Tell me one good reason."
"I've got one good reason." He came towards her.
"Oh, for God's sake, Doug. That was last night. That was in another lifetime. I've had it up to here with your prudery and your rages. Get out."
He walked up to her and hugged her. "Maybe I want to get in."
She broke free. She laughed. "Men are crazy. You can't possibly be thinking of sex after all that's happened today."
"But Robbie had his cock in her," he cried. "That bastard had his cock in my darling girl."
Cynthia was in no mood to put up with any more of Doug's nonsense. "Did it ever occur to you that the girl has a vagina that was meant for cocks to be put into it? You had a hundred chances if that's what you wanted. She'd do anything you asked. Some good, honest incest would've broken the spell. After a few times, you'd see eath other-and the world-normally and give it up. Go on to others. But no, you and she had to hang there in middle space, wanting to do it but afraid to do it. Even admit you wanted to do it. All locked up in prison, caught between desire and fear."
"It's unnatural," he insisted.
"It's more unnatural to pretend you don't have a cock or she a cunt, Doug. That way lies madness."
She shooed him out of her room. "Go get drunk, Doug. That sometimes, helps."
"Drunk, hell. I'll kill that bastard husband of yours when they get back."
She was finally freed of a need to play up to the neurotic, wealthy ex-surgeon.
"You do that, Doug. Then I won't have to argue with Robbie about the divorce settlement."
After he'd gone, she took a shower. She hadn't felt so good in years. This trip had solved many unsolved problems. The trip plus the avalanche. She'd let go of Robbie and all his adultery. There were lots of other men out there to give her rich experiences. She'd let go of her phony hang-up on Doug, seen him for the child he was.
Freedom. Scarey but also thrilling with all the new possibilites.
She luxuriated under the warm water. She liked the gleam on her healthy skin of the water, the soft feel of the soap that clung like a sexy dress because the mountain water was so soft. She ran her hands over her belly. Taut, but with a suggestion of fullness. A man once told her that guys looked at a woman's loin mass-lower belly, ass, crotch, and thighs and imagined what it would be like to plant hot baby seeds in the deep sex chambers of her body.
Lots of men would like to squirt semen in this belly, she thought happily as she boldly played with her cunt. She'd had Robbie's baby, who'd grown up to be a handsome, energetic youth. He was sixteen now, happy in a private school. One child had been enough for them. You learned that sexuality was much bigger than parenthood and, frankly, they both preferred sexuality.
Her thighs and ass. Her dancing years had left her with supple muscles which pulled the skin tight and firm. A pencil-line, tight crack, swelling thighs and shapely calves below, skin as smooth as at twenty. Medium-sized breasts, no sag. Shapely arms too, rich dark hair and a face that was better-looking than most women's. Assets.
She had one special asset that only Robbie knew about. It had held him to her for much longer than he would've stayed if she didn't have it.
She directed the shower on her cunt, feeling little tingles of excitement as the steady water teased her. Some women could have orgasms from a shower stream. She canted up her pelvis to enjoy the warm, steady pressure and felt a glow sneak up her belly. Yes, and yes.
That one special asset. She tensed the muscles of her lower abdomen a few times and then slid her finger into her cunt. She grunted a little, then squeezed her finger. Like many dancers she was so developed that she had the power to "milk" cocks. Robbie loved that. She was able to squeeze her finger and suck it deep into her pink chamber.
She ran freely now, warm cunt juice mixing with the water. She dug her hands into her thighs and then rubbed her cl it. She had to give a gasp as she thrilled clear down to her knees. Ah, rich, rich.
The bathroom door opened. She whirled with a cry and shoved her head through the shower curtains. Doug Crawford stood there staring at her face. She couldn't tell from his grim expression whether he was there to kill her or rape her. Then her eyes fell to his shorts, the only clothing he had on. His stiff cock was her answer.
He came right into the shower.
"I want to fuck."
"Oh, no, Doug. No w-way," she wailed.
He pulled her wet gleaming body to his, not even taking off his shorts. His big cock dug into her stomach. His big body sucked sexily against hers. She had to gasp at his squeeze power.
"Doug, you can't do this!" she wailed. She regretted having sexed herself up, because it felt so good in his arms.
"You were right," he babbled. "Robbie's right. I wanted sex with my own daughter and it scared me. So I don't get any love at all." He ran a hand between her legs and dug his fingers into her cunt.
"Doug."
"Why, you hot bitch!" he cried. "Your so sex-crazy you're fucking yourself."
"I-I was only-"
"Robbie fucked Scotti, so I'm taking you."
She fought him, laughing in humorless exasperation. "Doug you don't use sex as a weapon."
He had peeled down his shorts to reveal that magnificent cock. It was exciting to struggle, as their baked bodies twisted together. She felt new, hot thrills.
"Scotti-off limits. You're married and off limits," he muttered. "Not any more."
She made a lunge to get out of the shower, but he caught her from behind and pulled her down with his weight. They scrabbled for a moment and she felt his big cock knob dangerously probing between her legs. He held her dog fashion and worked his powerful buttocks to penetrate her. There was no chance for her to escape. First he notched her, her cunt opening gripping his hot cock's head and then he drove into her with a groan of pleasure.
His prick gloved open her vagina with a friction thrill that shocked them both. They hung there under the hissing water, fuck-locked, his cock tight in her guts. She thought the top of her head would come off with the surges of deep joy.
"Oh, Doug, don't-" she wailed. She'd lost control of the situation.
He merely grunted and began to fuck her with strong, almost savage cock plunges, unsealing her cunt and thrilling her swollen clit.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went, rocking under him. That stern, stiff prick dissipated her objections in ten or twelve healthy strokes that left them both panting.
"Out of the shower," she gasped. "Might as well enjoy-"
They didn't bother to dry off. She simply threw some towels on the bed and slid on her back, legs open. He came down on her and re-seated his cock up her cunt, throbbing drily and happily. Their faces were six inches apart.
"Well, hello!" she laughed, thrilling to that hot, sturdy prick sliding and working in her belly.
"Cyn, I love you," he said incongruously. Then he sank his mouth on her lips and drove his tongue into her wetness.
She surged up with the electric pleasure of total love penetration, his big naked body covering hers, his prick deep in her cunt and working his tongue slavering and sexing inside of her mouth.
She had to pull free of that luscious kiss to get some air in her excitement. She was very open sexually and close to coming. For her, it didn't take much prick action to conquer her womanhood. Her adulteries had been few-only a couple but when she was hot for a man she was halfway coming by the time her lover undressed her. She'd been hot for Doug for years.
"Oh, Doug, it's soo great. I can't l-l-last," she moaned.
He bit into the soft skin of her neck and fucked her faster. She thrilled to hear him make his private sounds of awe and pleasure at cashing in on this exquisite taking of his best friend's wife.
"Go ahead-come-let your-bitch go-" he managed.
Her tits, her face, her whole body glowed in rising sex pleasure. Her cunt and lower belly were even more excited. She rose to that peak of intense feeling and joy that was almost a pain, an aching intensity when the body knows it must give up its sex treasure.
"Ah, Doug. Oh, oh. NOWWWWW." she went.
She twisted and then became still under the slogging, slurping prick, so richly bathed in her juices.
Throb, throb, throb. She gave her sexuality up to him with soft, tender gasps of deep pleasure, letting the powerful cock have its way inside of her body. Each ecstatic spasm drove her deeper into her hungry animal state. She felt as if she were made of purple softness and silk and one huge pleasure nerve that spent endlessly in surrender, her total womanhood flowering.
Doug kept thrusting his prick in and out of her, right past her quakes to keep her hot and yielding.
"Can bring you-easy-over and over," he boasted.
She lay back passively, letting him fuck her now as she enjoyed her post-orgasm euphoria.
"Ah, lover, so great," she said. Her spasms had tapered.
"Bring you again," he grunted, plugging away.
She got a wicked grin. It was prick-milking time. Her cunt sensitivity had eased. She commanded her vagina to go to work on him. He suddenly felt her warm, tight passage lock on him and unlock, over and over. It was like her orgiastic spasm hadn't stopped.
"Oh, Doug," she cried. "I can't stop coming."
Pull, pull, pull, soft and silken on his moving prick.
Doug's eyes got big. "Holy Christ, Cyn. You really l-love it." His cock missed a beat. Under her insistent milking he was being stirred to molten heat, every pore of his pleased cock enjoying this extra pleasure. He began to feel his noble vulnerability. He slowed his fucking.
"I-I-I-"
"Oh, Doug, I'm still coming," she cried and milked him.
"Huh, huh, huh," he went. His cock was so swollen with delight and tender that he could no longer move it at will. He hung there, staring down at her in surprise and his forehead sweated. He had planned on a much longer fuck run. But that slick, hot cunt pulsing constantly on his thrilled prick got to be too much. "I think-I think-" he gasped. "Ahhhhh, Doug."
For him it came with a rush. He was totally still now and he felt the deep body prickle of starting orgasm, a sensation he'd always forgotten in his loveless years. Then he gave a sob of pleasure at the sweep of his muscular tension and the coming relief.
Spurt!
She milked him as she had done to Robbie so often, wanting to laugh at the extreme pleasure she could give this man. Maybe he was her man. Her agile cunt sucked and pressed on his prick, drawing off huge gouts of jism deep into her cunt. He had more to give than Robbie and she reveled in the sexy feel of that rich male spend.
"Ah, heee. Ah, ah, ah," he went in his paroxysms of joy. "Ah, ah."
He was still spending, the come starting to lessen when the door across the room opened and Robbie and Scotti walked in.
"We bribed our way back-" called Robbie cheerfully.
"We got a helicopter-uh," said Scotti.
"Ah, ah, ah," went Doug finishing his sex run in Cynthia's guts. Then he expired on top of the sexy woman, hardly aware of what had happened. Cynthia, looking over his shoulder, got the full shock of the interruption.
"We were just-" she stammered.
"Dad!" screamed Scotti.
"Why, you bastard, you're fucking my wife!" shouted Robbie.
Scotti gave a great, wounded cry and rushed out of the room. After that all was confusion and movement, with shouts, embarrassing explanations and curses. Cynthia retreated under the towels, her swollen, happy cunt leaking a rich stream of Doug's jism. The two men ended up, eyeball to eyeball, shouting.
"You took my daughter out and fucked her."
"You fucked my wife right in my bed."
"You tossed your wife over. Threw her out."
"You hung your daughter up so she couldn't have lovers."
"I'll kill you!"
"No, I'll kill you."
While the two men caught their breaths for the next round of insults and possible fighting Cynthia said: "Why don't we all calm down and go down to the bar to have a drink. I'm sure there's a way to sort it out.--She got up and pushed the men apart and they stayed apart, subsiding into vague threats and cutting remarks. The latest crisis was over, for now. But what a trip this had turned out to be!
There were no drinks, no dinner together for the two couples as they had been doing. Doug went off to make peace with his daughter and the Wells ran their own niggling war of words through cocktails, dinner alone and later in their room.
"What gets me," said Robbie. "You gave him your trick cunt, didn't you. The whole treatment."
"Of course not," she lied. It felt good to be able to lie to her husband again.
"I know you did. I'll bet the old bastard screamed with joy. With that big cock, bigger than mine."
"Lots bigger," she lied, delighted. Her comment last night had drawn blood after all.
"I'm going to fuck you Cynthia. Not because I want to. Because I don't want your last sex during my time to be his big prick getting milked by your trick cunt."
"No, I'm not going-Robbie! My God, Robbie, stop-you're tearing my clothes."
"Warm it up, you bitch. I want those hot squeezes...."
Scotti lay on the sofa in her room as she had the night before, reading her book with a determined frown. Her father paced between her and the fire, growling like nothing so much as a wounded bear.
"You just had to do it, Scotti. I brought you up as a fine and proper lady but you snuck behind my back and did your whore thing. I wonder how many others there were I didn't know about."
"There were none. I-he-it was just one of those things."
"My own best friend-fucking my daughter!"
"Don't use that ugly word in front of me, Dad. And how about you. You couldn't wait to crawl in the hay with Cynthia. For all I know you've been fu-sexing with her for years."
"Never. Today was the first time. Your act shook me up. I'm an older man. A hundred times I've curbed my natural lust out of respect for my daughter, so people couldn't point fingers, whisper to you. Then you pull this."
His face got red. "Dammit, Scotti, I can't let you get away with this. It could lead to your total destruction. You'll have to be punished.
She gave a little scream as he jumped at her. He'd been working himself up this rage for hours and she was really frightened. The book flew out of her hands at this attack.
He plopped down on the sofa and roughly dragged his beautiful daughter across his lap.
"Doug! What're you going to do?"
"What fathers always do to children who need punishment. Spank you."
"Oh, my God. You wouldn't dare-"
She struggled in his arms. Again she had worn one of her favorite pajama outfits, a polyester crepe de chine that gleamed like satin but was thinner. This time it was pearly gray.
She found herself forced across his lap, his warm thighs against her belly. Her rounded behind thrust up in spaking position.
"Damn it, I won't let you do this to me. I'm a grown, dignified-"
"-stupid little girl," he finished.
Splat! Right on her sexy, firm behind. She yowled and kicked her legs and tried to cover her bottom with her hands. He cursed and jerked her hands free. This physical contact with her father, that she worshipped so much, scared her and delighted her far more than the stinging blow to her rear that brought her pain. At once her cunt began to wet and thrill. Her butt felt warm, her loins glowed.
He growled in his throat. Whap! Whap! The sound of his hand striking her meat echoed in the room and she yowled again in pain, but more because she suddenly felt so turned on.
Suddenly he stopped. His hand rested on her buttocks, lightly squeezing her magnificent rear. "I-I-I" he went, and he sounded stricken .
She sucked in her breath sharply and held it. She heard his harsh breathing. Her cunt thrilled and swelled and wetted. She dared not speak.
Her father's hand slid under her buttocks and dug at her cunt.
"I-I-I-" His voice sounded thick, broken. As if he had no control over it. His hand gently probed her cunt. She felt a tremendous surge of sexuality. Inside her cunt lips, touching, gently finding and rubbing her clit.
"I-I-" he crooned, half out of his mind with desire.
She dared not make a sound. She used her loins to communicate. She began to rotate and rock her cunt on his fingers. His hand started to pull away as if he were walking from this sex capture of her body. She locked her legs and rocked harder. His hand was captured.
"That feels good," she whispered.
"Oh, Scotti," he cried. "I want-I want-"
She dared not to look at him. She turned her head to look at the wall.
"I've waited, hoped, Doug, Dad."
He didn't say anything. He untangled from her and stood up and began to undress. She still did not dare look at him but her heart pounded in fierce joy. She slid out of her pajamas. She took his hand and led him to the bed.
"Wait!"
Naked father faced naked daughter by the side of the bed. For the first time they looked at each other.
Doug said: "This is the greatest crime of immortality a man can commit." His face looked stricken.
"I know," she said softly. She reached out and took hold of his cock. Its stiffness astounded her. "I had a good teacher," she said.
He stood there, swaying. He closed his eyes and groaned.
She slipped to her knees in front of him. Gently she took the red, strained knob of his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it with obscene sounds. It throbbed in intense feeling.
He pulled her up. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down the swelling torso to her breasts. Her fine, young skin gleamed and was as soft as butterfly wings. He palmed her nipples. They stood out in tiny red extension, as hard as his cock. She gave an audible gasp of pleasure. Reluctantly, his hands left her magnificent high breasts and traveled down the inward slope to her incredible waist.
She stood stock still, letting the thrill rush over her. From time to time she gave a laugh of relief, the aching desire of the years beginning to be released. Down the slight swell of her young belly. Through her stiff patch of pubic hair. A long finger rubbing her small but swollen pink cunt lips.
"Uh," she went.
He felt over the smooth slope of her hips until his hands grasped both buttocks and squeezed with delight. He trembled in his heated condition. He felt inside her crack and put a firm, possesive finger right on her asshole and sent new thrills racing from that tender spot.
It was his turn to kneel and run his hands lovingly over the shapely thighs, enjoying the soft skin especially of her inner thighs that protected her cunt. Down to her calves.
He pressed his mouth on her cunt and tongued her. She grasped his head and ground her cunt on his face with a gurgle of delight. She thought her heart would pump right out of her chest. Her cunt flowed warm honey into his mouth.
Slowly he rose and made a gesture. She went down on the bed on her back, her long legs opening in invitation. He climbed into her saddle and canted her cunt up for his cock.
There should be fanfares, screams and bursts of heavenly music, she thought. All she heard at this richest moment in time was the thud of her heart in her ears.
Father cock clipped the lips of daughter cunt. Greased by her copious flow, the head slid in easily. At once the tightness of her youth resisted.
Doug took a huge, shaky breath. His buttocks strained. He opened her cunt with a long, sweet thrust that laid his hungry prick deep inside of her to the wall of her womb. She gave a slight moan of distress and twisted, to have to take that powerful prick.
Cock imbedded in his daughter's sex tunnel, Doug rested on his arms and looked at Scotti. She stared back at him with her eyes glowing like living coals.
"Ohhhhh," he said.
"Ahhhhh," she said.
He hugged her body and spent, powerful bursts of jism. It was too much for her cunt. She'd wanted his incestuous cock in her tight cunt since she was twelve. At that climatic moment, she gave up her womanhood in a breathtaking rush, throbbing out her exquisite joy. Cock spumed, cunt quaked as they gasped and he seeded her deeply.
Grinning, feeling absolutely marvelous, now that the first tension was over, she held him tight and said: "Dad, that makes up for all the years you wanted it and couldn't take it, and I wanted it and didn't dare to ask for it. Now we can fuck for tonight and the future."
He gave a laugh. It was the first relaxed, happy laugh she'd ever heard him give.
"I've got plenty of loads behind that one, baby."
His prick had hardly lost erection. Now he began to move inside of her again. His come and to a lesser degree her cunt oils eased the fuck-lock which had been too tight for either of them. The pressure was just right now.
He began to slide faster, saying:
"This is the fuck of a lifetime, Scotti."
"I know it, Doug."
That time they went slowly, savoring each moment along the way, his prick moving steadily, keeping even pressure on her swollen clit. Mouths locked, lips opened and honey saliva passed between them in deep, loving kisses. His lips, tongue and teeth paid lingering tribute to her sensitive nipples, and she had to writhe in the sweetest ecstasy she'd ever know. Finally, he got a finger deep between her buttocks and pressed firmly on her asshole to increase her pleasure and she surged against him, their sweating bodies sucking loudly and fucked him faster.
"Ride me, ride me," she begged in a whisper.
"Fucking you, driving it deep, deeper, faster," he gasped.
Back and forth, in and out, holding down the leaping, racing thrills to draw it out, to enjoy every new burst of lifting sexual delight. Up, up, up, until she was out of her mind with pleasure, her whole body a burning intensity of fucked joy.
Time stopped. They slid into orgasm soundlessly, so completely blended that it was hard to tell which came first. Gradually, erotically their bodies twined tight and still. Then came his lusty bursts and her powerful throbs. On and on he went ejaculating deep into her cunt while she squeezed and squeezed her orgasmic spasms of splendor against his invading prick.
It was achingly rich, emptying both of them to the bottom of their erotic beings. When it was done they lay fuck-locked, unable to move, completely sated, glowing, happy....
To Scotti it felt as if she drifted away to some magic island of dreams fulfilled. She didn't want to move from there for the rest of her life. But she heard a strange sound.
She opened her eyes and looked over her father's shoulder-up into the grinning face of Robbie Wells. Cynthia, smiling, stood beside him.
"Well, well," said Robbie. "You two finally gave in to the lust that locked you up."
"So beautiful on that bed," said Cynthia. "You both looked marvelously fucked out."
Doug pulled off his daughter scowling. "Now dammit, Robbie, Cynthia. It was all your fault, saying those shocking things, pushing us."
"Of course it was my fault Doug. A good salesman gives his customers what they really want. So now I've earned that airplane sale."
Doug got into his shorts, Scotti covered her charms.
"Damn you Robbie, Cynthia-" started Doug.
But Cynthia took his head and kissed it. "Robbie and I have decided not to get a divorce just yet. We've decided to try swinging instead. With you and Scotti."
Doug howled at this new suggestion of outraging morality. Scotti rolled her eyes.
"If you think-" Doug began.
Robbie raised a hand. "I think we get a snack first. Then all go to our room and we can fuck the rest of the night away."
That time it took the Wells only two minutes to convince Scotti and five to convince Doug.