Ray Todd - Dirty little girl

"Yes."

Libby's family was stunned when she got home and told them the news.

"I can't believe that you're leaving," smiled Patty. "But it is a wonderful opportunity for you."

"Shit," grumbled Whirley Bird. "When you're gone, we'll only have Pat to fuck."

"You rotten bastard!" Pat laughed, playfully swatting him across the ass. "If you keep talking like that, you won't even have Pat to screw."

They all laughed at the girl's remark.

"I'll sure miss all of you," sighed Libby. "You've been a real family to me."

"And we'll sure miss that juicy little cunt of yours!" Turk shouted from the kitchen.

"I'll bet you will," Libby called back to him. Then quickly taking her dress off, she flung herself onto the bed.

"Come on, guys," she giggled. "Let me show you how to play the thirty-stroke marathon fuck game."

Later that night, when an exhausted Whirley Bird was the final one to shoot off into her sperm-drenched cunt, Libby smiled over at Patty.

"Now that I've taught you the game," she giggled, "you guys can play it with Pat."

"Oh, shit," Pat laughed. "My poor cunt will never replace your little fuck machine."

Wednesday night the family was at the airport to wave good-bye as Libby, clutching the baby in her arms, walked up the ramp with Grant Darwood to board Flight 16 to Paris.

Two years later they were married.

Grant legally adopted little Patty, and the three of them moved to a lovely old house just outside of Paris. Libby kept her girlish figure and temperament as the years passed on. Deeply in love with Grant, she still had a few of her outside sex orgies that he quietly ignored.

One evening when she was hornier than usual, Libby had gone down to a little cellar bar on Place Pigalle where she presented a free fuck show on a table. Laughing and squealing with glee, she took on several men to the audience's big delight. When she got home and told Grant about it, he just smiled and thanked her for her honesty.

Then there was that time in Rome when she spent a full weekend in a hotel with four bullfighters. Grant had been worried to death when she had not come home for two nights, but he was so relieved when she returned that he forgave her when she told him where she'd been. Regardless of her occasional escapades, the best part of those years was the beautiful sex life with her husband. Instead of decreasing in intensity, their bedroom sessions improved with the years.

Regardless of Libby's occasional affairs, she never did anything to embarrass Grant. Their friends and business acquaintances all considered her a sweet vivacious wife, completely loyal to her husband.

Most people considered him to be little Patty's father, and he could not have treated her daughter any better had she been his own flesh and blood. Patty grew up with the security of her loving parents, who always included her in all their activities.

Although their home was in Paris, his business took him all over the world, always accompanied by his wife and daughter. They even spent a few weeks out of the year back in the United States. On one occasion when they stopped in San Francisco, Libby had gone over to see her family, but the old apartment house had been replaced by a parking lot.

Libby and Patty were in New York on her daughter's eighteenth birthday. Grant had flown down to Miami on a two-day business trip and had promised to be back that night to celebrate Patty's birthday.

The young girl was spending the afternoon shopping while her mother was doing some errands. It was agreed that they would meet back at the hotel around five o'clock, and at seven-thirty they would meet Grant's plane and go out to dinner to celebrate the girl's birthday. Libby finished earlier than she had expected and returned to the hotel shortly before one o'clock.

Waiting for the elevator, she noticed two well-built young men standing there. They were probably of college age, in their late teens or early twenties. As they stepped aside to let her enter, the one boy gave a low whistle.

"Thank you for the complimentary whistle," she said when the door opened.

The young men blushed embarrassedly.

"What-what floor?" stammered one of them.

"Seventeen," was her reply.

"Gee," blurted one of them. "That's our floor."

"Where are you boys from?" she asked politely. "Indiana," one of tern replied. "We're graduating this spring and Carlisle Industries invited us to New York for a job interview."

"Mothers should keep their daughters locked up while two handsome brutes like you are roaming the streets," she kidded.

"Maybe you should watch out, too," the big blond kid said nervously, trying to show bravado in front of his friend.

"Maybe I'd like it," she answered their corny remark in a seductive voice.

The two boys blushed, not knowing how to answer.

Libby suddenly had a wild desire for their strong young inexperienced bodies.

When the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, the three of them walked down the hall together.

When they reached her door and she began to unlock it, one of the boys said, "Gee, you're right across the hall from us."

"Weil," she giggled softly. "Then why don't you try seducing me?"

"Then would you like to come in and see our etchings?" blushed this dark-haired young man, trying to be impressive.

Smiling to herself, she looked up and said, "Yes, I'd love to see your etchings."

Not knowing what to say, the other young man nervously unlocked the door, and without a moment's hesitation, Libby strode in ahead of them.

"Don't lock the door," she smiled over her shoulder. "If you fellows try to get fresh, I want to be able to escape."

"Where are the etchings?" she continued, surveying the room.

When there was an embarrassed silence, she turned to them. "You boys didn't get me in here for any funny business, did you?"

She was really enjoying the boys' nervous confusion.

"May I use your bathroom?" she suddenly asked.

"Certainly," stammered the blond young man. "It's right through that door."

When she was alone, Libby quickly removed her hose and undergarments, stuffing them into her bag.

Returning, she seated herself in a chair opposite a sofa where the two young men were nervously sitting. Seating herself, she had made certain that she pulled her skirt up to reveal plenty of bare leg.

"Well, fellows," she smiled warmly. "What shall we talk about – sex?"

"Hell, yes," they laughed nervously.

"Okay," Libby whispered in a soft voice, recrossing her legs. "What do you know about sex?"

"Everything," was their bold answer. Pretending to adjust her shoe, she raised her knee, and opening her legs, blatantly exposed her cunt to their unbelieving eyes.

When she looked up at them, their eyes were riveted on her little pussy.

"Haven't you guys ever looked at a pussy before?" she giggled in a childlike voice.

The boys were too nervous and excited to answer. Standing up, she walked over in front of them and slowly lifted her skirt above her waist.

"Now, fellows," she purred in a low whisper, running her finger lightly up and down her pink cuntlips, "take a real good look."

Their faces flushed with excitement and embarrassment, they stared bug-eyed at her soft, juicy slit.

"Come on, honey," she smiled, taking the blond boy's finger in her hand. "Touch it. I love to have my pussy touched."

She could feel his hand shaking with excitement as she guided his finger into her hot little cunt hole.

Removing her dress, she quickly laid on her back across both of their laps.

"Come on, guys," she giggled. "There's enough cunt and tit here for both of you to play with."

The dark-haired boy, who she later learned was Rex, began caressing her big round tits while the other one began stroking his finger in and out of her slippery cunt.