"Hello, Libby," he smiled, opening the door himself. "I've let all the household help have the weekend off so that we can be alone."
"I'm glad," she whispered, standing on tiptoes and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Taking her bag, he escorted her up the stairs to a fabulous master bedroom with a balcony that overlooked the city.
Placing her bag on the bed, he led her to the terrace where he had prepared a table with a cold supper and iced champagne.
"Oh, this is neat!" she squealed with delight as he held a chair for her.
"I'm glad you like it," he replied.
"Wait a minute," she exclaimed excitedly. "Let me change into something fresh for this little dinner party."
"Okay," was his reply as she dashed for her little bag in the bedroom.
Grant stared in stunned silence when she reappeared, slowly spinning around for his benefit.
"Do you like it? I just bought it this afternoon," she giggled excitedly.
"My God!" he gasped. It was a sheer, flimsy white gown that clung seductively to her curvaceous little body. Her big luscious nipples were boldly revealed trough the thin material, as was the soft triangle of pussy hairs nestled between her lovely thighs.
"You're the most amazing girl I've ever met," he whispered softly as he seated her at the table.
They conversed and laughed easily as they slowly ate and sipped the cold, bubbly champagne.
When the meal was over, she quickly moved over and cuddled herself into Grant's lap. Grant trembled with excitement, feeling the warmth of her body through the sheer material of her flimsy gown.
Gently reaching under, he moved his hands up against the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. She mewingly fucked her tongue around the lobe of his ear.
She felt relaxed and comfortable in the man's lap. Little ripples of excitement ran through her body at the feel of his hand slowly caressing the naked flesh of her thigh.
Taking his face in her hands, she drew his mouth down to her moist open lips, her tongue delicately twining around his. Libby trembled in anticipation as she felt his hand slowly moving up her leg to the warm musky area of her eager little pussy. Their lips locked in a deep soul kiss, she felt his finger probing against the tingling flesh of her juicy slit.
"Mmmm," she whispered into his ear as she felt his finger slipping into her hole. She opened her thighs a bit wider, giving him better access to her eager pussy. Even through his trousers she could feel his big cock straining to be released.
Quickly standing up, she lowered his zipper and freed his big cock. Turning her back to the seated man, she raised her gown and slowly lowered her hot juicy cunt down over his purple knob.
"Oh, God," she whispered with delight as his rod slipped smoothly into her eager little fuck-hole. When she finally had lowered herself all the way down on his lap, she could feel his throbbing cock deliciously buried deep in her snatch.
Feeling him reach around her waist, grasping her big soft tits through the sheer material of the upraised gown, she began to rotate her hot little pussy around the base of his deeply embedded cock.
He was excitedly kneading and twisting her big hard nipples while her grasping little cunt continued to slowly swirl around his fleshy pole.
After what seemed like hours of sensually rotating her pussy around the base of his cock, she began a slow up and down movement. She was trembling at the delicious feeling of the big hard piece of meat moving up and don against the sensitive, grasping flesh of her slippery cunt walls.
"Oh, Christ!" she squealed in ecstasy as she quickened the strokes. "That's the biggest, hardest prick I've ever felt!"
Grant Darwood was now violently thrusting up to meet every downward stroke of her little ass. His body was lurching frantically toward a shattering climax when she suddenly stood up, his big cock making a slurping, sucking sound as it reluctantly slipped out of her cunt.
"Don't come yet, honey," she whispered dropping to her knees in front of him. "I want to suck you off, and then we'll go to bed and really fuck up a storm."
He smiled down at the childlike face, looking up at him through innocent eyes, as her baby-soft lips slid over the head of his throbbing cock.
"You're so lovely," he whispered to her.
"So's your prick," she giggled, temporarily removing it from her mouth.
Her hot, wet tongue twirled deliciously around the sensitive base of his knob while her ups gently sucked the throbbing cockhead. Grant's body was shaking and twitching in ecstasy as he watched her lovely little face working up and down over his pleasure-crazed prick. Her excited eyes were smiling mischievously up at him as she sensed that his lurching balls were about to explode a load of delicious hot fuck juice.
His hands frantically clutching the arms of the chair, his head thrown back with glazed eyes staring at the spinning night sky, his huge frame shuddering with uncontrollable ecstasy, he could feel the impending orgasm building up deep in his nuts. The whole terrace seemed to disintegrate into flashing lights as he felt his jizz gush wildly out of his throbbing cockhead.
Libby was ready when she felt the delicious hot jizz squirt into her eager little mouth. Frantically sucking and swallowing, she clutched and milked the big fleshy shaft.
"God, that tasted good," she whispered, removing the spent cock from her mouth while licking her sperm smeared lips.
The exhausted man gently caressed her face as she laid her cheek against the sticky flaccid meat of his soft dick.
Slowly getting up and sifting in a chair, she watched her companion reach into the ice bucket and pour them another glass of champagne.
"Here's to the most exciting young lady I've ever met," he hoarsely whispered, lifting the glass in his trembling hand.
"You're neat," she giggled, sipping her wine. "And you have the biggest fuckin' cock I've ever felt in my life."
He smiled, and for the next few minutes, they silently drank their wine, watching the glittering lights of San Francisco spread out below the terrace.
When the cool chill of the evening fog began to creep across the city, they decided to go inside. Taking off her flimsy gown, Libby threw herself onto the big luxurious bed.
Lying naked with her hands behind her head, she seductively opened her legs, exposing the moist pink flesh of her cunt.
"See what's waiting for you?" she smiled up at him as she watched him slowly undress. When he dropped his shorts, she was pleased to see that his thick cock was slowly becoming erect again. As he lay down on his back beside her, she reached over and gently brushed his prick with her fingers. Feeling it throb at her light touch, she began gently massaging his rod. Gradually, the big pole of meat reached a full erection that was almost too big for her to grasp in her hot little hand.
"Jesus, I love to feel that big cock," she whispered, reaching down and cupping his massive balls in her other hand.
Getting onto his knees and grasping his hard dick in his hand, he brushed his rubbery knob lightly over her luscious nipples.
"Oh, shit, that feels good," she giggled excitedly at the feel of his hot knob rubbing on her sensitive buds.
Gently straddling the girl's waist, but not putting any weight on her, he placed his throbbing dong between her big jugs. Taking her soft tits in her hands, she squeezed them around and against his trembling cock. He began excitedly thrusting his prick up and down between her soft boobs while she squeezed them around his smooth rod.
Suddenly stopping, he moved back down and buried his face in the musky dampness of her hungry little cunt.
"Ooooh!" she squealed in delight as his hard tongue gently pushed through the opening of her slit.
Her body trembled delightfully at the feel of his tongue swirling around in her juicy pussy.
"Oh, God, honey, that feels good," she whispered, arching her hips and running her fingers trough his thick wavy hair.
Removing his tongue from her puffy gash, he sucked her hard clitoris into his warm mouth.
"Oh, honey, suck! Suck! Suck!" she screamed in ecstasy as his tongue fucked deliciously around the sensitive organ. "Don't stop, honey! Don't stop! That's driving me crazy!"
Her squeals of pleasure sent a maddening thrill through his prick, propelling his tongue at a quickening pace.
"Eeeeaaagggghhh!!" she screamed hysterically. "I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come!"
Quickly removing his mouth, he violently spread her thighs with his hands and drove his big cock up her slippery fuck-hole in one savage stroke.
"Aaauuuggghhh!!" she shrieked in both pain and ecstasy. "Oh, Mr. Darwood, fuck me good!"
"Please call me Grant," he gasped, plunging his prick in and out of her drooling twat.
"All right, Grant," she moaned. "But fuck me good, Grant baby, fuck me good!"
Clutching his ass with her hands, she thrust her hips up to receive every battering blow of his savagely driving fuck machine.
"I'm coming, Grant baby! I'm coming!" she screamed hysterically, her orgasm beginning to swallow her just as she felt his hot sperm gushing up into her trembling snatch.
"Oh, Christ, that feels good!" she sobbed, sinking her nails and teeth into his smooth flesh.
When their trembling, passion-riddled bodies finally recovered from their shattering orgasms, they drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, locked in each other's arms.
For the remainder of the weekend. Grant and Libby spent every minute in the bed or on the terrace, leaving only long enough to go down to the kitchen and prepare light meals.
When Sunday arrived, Grant was quiet and seemed troubled. Libby could feel tat his thoughts were miles away, and it bothered her because she was very fond of the handsome man.
"Libby," he suddenly asked when they were sitting quietly on the terrace, "would you go away with me?"
"Go away with you?"
"Yes," he continued, not looking at her. "I'm the president of Darwood Construction Company, and because of our many overseas contracts, I must spend most of my time abroad. Our main office is in Paris, and I must return next Wednesday. I want you to go with me."
"But, Grant," she answered softly, "I can't do that."
"Why not?" was his reply.
"Honey," she smiled, "have you forgotten that I have a baby?"
"No," he replied. "I want to take the baby with us."
"This is crazy," was her confused reply.
"It's not crazy," he argued. "I've been thinking about it for the past two days and it really makes sense."
"But, Grant," asked the girl, "why do you want me to go with you?"
"Because," he replied slowly, "I think you're the most exciting girl I've ever met. I even think I love you, and I've never thought about love before."
"But…" she began.
"I know," he interrupted. "I know that I'm old enough to be your father, but I'm in a good financial position, and I can give you and your daughter a fine life."
"Grant," Libby replied in a soft firm voice, "I'm only eighteen years old, but one thing that I've learned in my short life is that I'm a free spirit. I could never stand to be tied down."
"But I don't intend to tie you down," he pleaded. "It's your free spirit that makes you so exciting. We don't have to get married. Just come with me and see if it could work out."
"Honey," she smiled, placing her small hand over his, "I don't want anyone to own me."
"I don't want to own you," was his argument. "All right," she giggled. "What would you say if I was in a horny mood and met some stud and wanted to let him fuck me?"
He stared at her for a long time.
"See," she continued. "I must be free. I'm being honest about it. Forever is a long time, and I don't ever want to feel guilty about what I might do."
"You're a very honest girl, Libby," he said.
"You do understand how much my freedom means to me, don't you?" Libby smiled to him.
"Yes, Libby," he smiled softly. "And I promise not to take it away from you. Will you come with me?"
"Honey," she said in a confused voice, "this is all so sudden. I don't have clothes to wear. I just can't grab up my baby and run away."
"Look," he argued. "I'll have my secretary go out and select some proper clothes for traveling, and when we get to Paris, we'll buy you and the baby a whole new wardrobe. You'll love it over there."
Libby giggled, "It sounds exciting."
"Honey," he quietly asked, "How do you feel about me?"
"I think you're the most wonderful man I've ever met," was her honest answer.
"Will you go to Paris with me?"
"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.