Libby's daughter was born in November. Wanting the baby to have a family name, Libby christened her Patty.
During her pregnancy, the family took care of her, and because Libby had saved enough money, they had been able to live quite comfortably while waiting for the baby's arrival. The boys picked up some extra part-time work, which was a big help.
When little Patty was four months old, Libby went down to see Rico about going back to work.
"Hello, Libby," he smiled when he saw her. "It's nice to see you again."
"Hi, Rico," she giggled. "How are you doing with your fringe benefits?"
"So you're still a smart-ass," he grumbled. "How's your kid?"
"Fine," she replied. "But now I need a job to support her. Can you still use our act?"
"Shit, honey," he sighed. "Things ain't the same with this new Goddamned police commissioner. Everytime I try to put on a show, they raid the joint."
"God," she sighed. "I really need work."
"Well," he said after a pause. "I got a few contacts where I can send you out to private parties, but they don't pay much."
"What do they pay?" she asked.
"They pay a hundred bucks," he answered. "Fifty for the broad and fifty for the stud."
"Christ," mumbled Libby. "That's a crock of shit."
"I know that, honey," Rico sighed. "But that's the goin' rate these days."
"Hell," she continued. "I've gotta make some bread. Can you fix me up?"
"There's a party Thursday night, if you want it," he answered.
"With Stan?" she asked eagerly.
"Nope, he disappeared months ago," was his reply. "But I'll make sure you get a good stud."
"What's the deal on this party?" she sighed.
"It's a business meeting. They're all officers of some corporation that's gathered here. They want some entertainment with their dinner tomorrow night," he answered.
"Where and at what time?" she asked.
"Ten o'clock," as he began scribbling a Nob Hill address on a piece of paper.
At exactly ten o'clock the next morning, she stepped out of her cab in front of an imposing mansion. The door was opened by a very impersonal butler, who immediately escorted her to a small library that adjoined the big reception hall.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a man entered the room.
"I'm Grant Darwood," he smiled. "Where's your partner?"
"I'm Libby," she replied. "Isn't he here?"
"Not that I know," was his answer. "Well," she smiled. "He's probably a little late." Libby studied the man standing over her. He was a tall, distinguished-looking person in his early forties. His deeply tanned face was accented by the sprinkling of gray hair around his temples. His strong features seemed to give him an expression of calm authority.
"I certainly hope he gets here soon," he said in a gentle, deep voice. "My guests are getting anxious."
With that, he turned and let the room. Libby stood up, impatiently pacing back and forth.
"Well, it looks like he won't be here," the man sighed when he returned a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry," she said with genuine remorse. "So am I," was his reply. "My guests are going to be very disappointed."
"Maybe I can put on an act by myself," she timidly suggested.
"Well," he laughed quietly. "I don't think a solo would excite them. They've seen plenty of naked dancing girls."
"But I'm not a dancer," she giggled. "Im a fucker, and I'll just bet I can give them an exciting act."
"Well," he paused. "They are expecting something. What will you do?"
"I don't know yet," replied Libby. "But if I can go in there, I'll think of something."
"I guess I don't have any choice," was his answer as he opened the door for her.
They entered a deeply carpeted room where eight or ten men were sitting around, nervously sipping drinks and waiting for the show.
Smiling coyly, she sat down between two men on a wide sofa.
"All right, boys," she called out merrily. "Pull your chairs and sofas up closer so we can all get to know each other better."
There were a few moments of confusion as they pulled and dragged the furniture up around the girl. This was followed by a nervous silence when they finally sat down again.
"First of all," she began with a big innocent smile, "I was invited to come here tonight to give you an exhibition of fucking."
There was a restrained laugh from the group of men.
"But," she continued, "my partner didn't show up, and it's awfully hard for a girl to fuck without a hard cock."
This remark was answered by a few more quiet laughs.
"Without my partner, you won't be able to watch me get fucked," she said in an innocent little voice, "so all I can do is describe it to you."
There was an audible grumble from the men.
"Now don't be rude to your teacher," she teased, standing up, removing her panties. Pulling her short skirt up above her hips, she sat back down and spread her soft young thighs, lewdly exposing her juicy little slit to their lustful eyes.
"This," she smiled, pointing suggestively between her show, "is a cunt."
Closing her eyes and laying her head back, she began sensuously running her fingers up and down her luscious, wet slit.
"A girl loves the feel of having her clit touched," she whispered, her eyes still closed.
There was a murmur of excitement as they watched her. Libby's head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth half-open as she writhed her cunt against her probing fingers.
"But," she giggled, opening her eyes, "it feels better when a man touches it."
Reaching over, she grasped the hand of the man next to her and guided it toward her pussy.
"Don't be afraid," she teased sweetly when she felt him resisting. "It won't bite you. Hot little pussies don't have teeth in 'em."
The men all chuckled at his embarrassment.
"See how juicy it feels," she whispered as she pressed his fingers against her wet pink gash.
"Now, honey," she smiled, laying her head back and closing her eyes, "please put your finger way in deep. It makes me feel so good."
Already excited by the feel of her moist cuntlips, the nervous man quickly thrust his finger into her oozing cunt hole.
"Oh God, that feels good!" she gasped. "Now push it in and out. That's it, baby! Oh, Christ, that feels good!"
Writing her cunt up against the plunging finger, she began squealing in delight. "Thats it, baby! That's it! Faster, honey, faster! Oh, shit, that feels good!"
Sitting up, she removed his finger from her twat and slowly brought it up and sensuously licked it clean with her soft little mouth.
She smiled slowly at the flushed group of men.
"Now," she giggled, standing up and slowly removing her dress, exposing her lush boobs. "A girl loves to have her tits caressed and sucked."
Placing her hands beneath the big jugs, she gently pushed them upwards and together, then twirled the hard nipples between her fingers.
"Oh, God, that feels good!" she whispered, closing her eyes.
"Here, honey," she said, bending over an excited man who was sitting across from her. "Please touch these tits."
"Come on, baby, touch 'em," she teased when he made no advance. "You must do what the teacher says."
Taking his shaking hands, she rubbed them gently against her soft, naked boobs.
"That's it, baby, that's it," she gently moaned.
Then slowly moving around the room, she let each man fondle her knockers for a few seconds. She could tell that the men were losing their nervous restraint as they eagerly grabbed for her luscious boobs.
"Now," she smiled, returning to her seat between the two men on the sofa. "There's something tat feels better to a girl than a finger, and it's called a cock."
The men burst into laughter.
"Don't laugh," she whispered with a naughty little twinkle in her eyes. "There's nothing in the world that I like better than to be fucked by a big, hard cock."
The men were moving excitedly in their chairs. She knew that she was breaking down their nervous reserve.
"Now," she smiled to the man on the other side of her, "may I use your cock for a little demonstration?"
Blushing and moving away from her, he nervously crossed his legs.
"Come on, honey," she whispered softly. "I'll handle it very carefully."
He pulled farther away.
"Go on, Frank," said one of the men. "Let her use your cock."
"Yeah," laughed another. "Show her how big it is."
"All right," she giggled to the heckler, "why don't you bring yours over here?"
"Yeah, Sam!" the crowd shouted. "Let her use yours."
Sexually excited and being spurred on by the crowd, Sam walked bravely over to the girl.
Reaching up, she quickly opened his fly and removed his cock. Although it wasn't the largest cock she had ever seen, it was rock-hard and felt good to her. The men sat in a state of excitement as they watched her gently stroke Sam's stiff, fleshy pole. Pulling him closer to her, she pressed his rod between her full jugs. The shy man next to her stared excitedly as he watched Sam's big rubbery knob working up and down between her lush knockers.
Releasing the man's cock, she smiled up at him.
"You're a good boy. Now if you'll remove your pants and shorts and go sit down for a minute, the teacher will have a big surprise for you."
Sam quickly obeyed.
Turning to the shy man beside her, she gently placed her hand on his crotch.
"Now doesn't that feel good?" she whispered as she felt his cock throbbing trough his pants.
When he didn't answer, she quickly pulled down his zipper and released his big prick.
"That's a beauty," she whispered, lightly running her fingers around the base of his big cockhead. "Please take your clothes off."
Without a moment's hesitation, he stood up and began to disrobe.
"Gentlemen," she smiled to the group as he was undressing, "if you will all please take your clothes off, I have a big, delicious surprise for all of you."
There was a big scuffle in the room as they hurriedly obeyed.
When the man next to her had completely disrobed, he sat back on the sofa. An excited hush fell over the room when Libby crawled between his legs and, taking his big cock in her hands, began rubbing it gently against her innocent-looking face.
There was an audible gasp of excitement when they saw her warm open lips slide over his blood-bloated knob as it disappeared into her hot little mouth. She sucked and licked it gently for several minutes before she released his dick.
"Now don't go away," she whispered, kissing him gently on the lips. "I'll be back."
Standing up, she looked at the excited group of men, their rock-hard cocks standing eagerly out from their naked bodies.
The only person in the room who was not undressed was Grant Darwood, leaning nonchalantly against the wall.
"How am I doing?" she whispered, walking over to him.
"Fantastic," he smiled.
"Then get your fuckin' clothes off," she giggled.
"I'm the host," was his smiling response.
"Maybe you are," she grinned teasingly as she reached for his fly, "but I'll bet you've got the best-tasting cock in the room."
"Please don't," he said nervously, gently moving her hand away.
"Come on, Grant!" the men shouted when they saw him resisting. "Join the party."
Slightly embarrassed, he slowly removed his pants.
"Now your shorts," she persisted.
When he was finally completely undressed, Libby was stroking the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen. Wild flashes raced trough her cunt as her fingers lightly traced over the big sinewy pole of hard meat.
Inserting the swollen knob in her hungry mouth, she reached up between his legs, cupping his heavy balls in her hands. His body was trembling with excitement as her soft hot lips slipped up and down over his bloated cockhead while her talented little tongue fucked deliciously around the sensitive underside of its base.
"Oh, my God," he whispered hoarsely as he leaned back against the wall for support.
Her hot slavering mouth was frantically slurping and sucking on his rigid meat. His legs were shaking violently from the delicious ecstasy of her blow job.
The group of frantically excited men was staring in disbelief, most of them absently stroking their own hard dicks.
Animal like grunts and groans were coming out of his gasping throat. Little Libby was out of her mind with the excitement of the big cock in her mouth. Clutching at his ass, she pulled him closer to her, sucking madly on the delicious big dong. There was a glazed expression on his face.
Feeling him tensing for an orgasm, she sucked his prick faster and harder.
She heard him let out a wild, uncontrollable scream as his hot, thick jizz gushed into her eager mouth. It spurted faster than she could swallow, and the other men stared at the thick, sticky fuck juice drooling out of the corner of her frantically sucking mouth. She continued sucking until the last drop of cum was extracted from his tense balls, then gently licked his big shaft clean a the men stared in wild excitement.
Libby left Grant Darwood leaning limply against the wall when she joined the others.
"Now," she giggled in a naughty little voice, "you guys are going to give me the best fuck I've ever had in my life!"