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one occasion when they stopped in San Francisco, Libby had gone over to see her family, but the old apartment house had been replaced by a parking lot.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.
"Oh, Christ, that feels good," she whispered. "Oh, yea, don't stop."
After a few minutes, she stood up and faced them. "Now take your own clothes off, and we'll have a real party."
When they had hurriedly disrobed, she was pleased to see that they both had smooth, hard young cocks.
The blond young man named Ed quickly sat down on the chair, his delicious hard pole thrusting up toward the ceiling. Without hesitating, Libby quickly dropped to her knees between his legs, and, gently grasping his throbbing prickshaft, she began licking the tip of his knob with her warm little tongue. She felt the boy jerk with excitement when her tongue flicked the underside of his sensitive cockhead.
Then slowly opening her hot, juicy lips, she sucked his big knob into the warmth of her eager mouth.
Moving her head up and down, she was taking his throbbing tool deep down into her throat. They boy was lurching and trembling as her hungry mouth bobbed up and down over his pleasure crazad cock. Through the corner of her eyes she saw Rex, wild with the excitement of watching them, madly stroking his own blood-bloated cock.
"Don't waste that juice on the floor," she giggled, momentarily removing her mouth from Ed's dick. "Slip it up my cunt from the rear."
Quickly dropping to his knees behind the kneeling woman, he grasped her hips with one hand while he guided his cock toward her wet, juicy hole with the other.
Libby squirmed with delicious anticipation as she felt the head of his hard cock probing against her eager cuntlips. Feeling the quivering cock slowly moving through the juicy opening of her cunt, she threw her little ass back against him, squealing with delight as his cock plunged smoothly up into her hot snatch.
Slurping greedily on the delicious cock embedded in her mouth, she trembled with excitement, feeling Rex's hard smooth pole racing in and out of her passion-crazed cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she squealed between sucks. "That's it, baby! That's it! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!"
Grasping her hips, the boy was driving furiously into the woman's grasping, sucking fuck-hole. Every wild stroke tore deliciously through Libby's pleasure-mad body. The feel of the hard rubbery cock in her mouth and the flesh-ripping tool screaming in and out of her cunt was almost more than she could stand.
Feeling the other boy's dick start to jerk in her mouth, she was prepared for the stream of hot delicious fuck juice tat squirted out. She sucked and swallowed frantically as the young healthy boy continued spurting his big load into cock-hungry mouth.
Finally releasing the spent cock from her juice-smeared lips, she began violently throwing her ass back to get the full penetration of the other boy's savage lunges.
"My God!" she shrieked hysterically. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me good! Split my cunt open, honey! That's it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The big rod continued pounding into her pleasure-saturated box.
"Oh, shit! Eeeeaaaggghhh!!" she screamed, exploding into a star-studded orgasm at the feel of his thick warm jizz gushing into her eager fuck-hole.
While the three exhausted people rested, Libby cradled their faces against her big, soft jugs.
"Gosh," she suddenly said, getting up, "I've got to leave. I have an appointment at a very special birthday party."
After making herself presentable in the bathroom, she kissed the boys on the cheek and slipped quietly across the hall to her own suite.
Entering, she heard a soft giggling sound from the bedroom. Walking across the room she opened the door and was about to speak when she saw Grant's big balls and ass pumping up and down between her young daughter's little thighs.
She stood frozen with shock.
"Oh, gee, Daddy," she heard little Patty giggle, "I love it when you fuck me."
Libby stared at her husband's big juice-slickened prick sliding in and out other daughter's wet little slit, so delicately surrounded by downy pussy hairs.
Her little thighs were trembling with uncontrolled excitement.
"Fuck me good, Daddy, fuck me good," she was passionately whispering into the man's ear.
Libby could hear the exciting sound of his big dick squishing in and out of the child's hot juicy cuntlips. She could see the stream of twat juice running down the girl's soft little ass.
Libby felt a surge of excitement ripple through her body when she heard her little girl's squeals of delight when Grant began fucking harder and deeper into the girl's hot little snatch.
"That's it, Daddy!" she squealed. "Fuck me hard, honey! Shit, Daddy, you're the best fuck in the world! Oh, God, that's good, Daddy! Faster, honey! Faster!"
Libby turned away and quietly closed the door on the two naked people who were fucking madly toward an orgasm. Smiling softly to herself, she thought about Big Red. It had been a long time since the memory of Big Red had entered her mind.
The cycle had been completed.
Quietly leaving the suite, she rapped on the boys' door.
"Hi, guys," she smiled. "Would you like a little more fucking? My party started without me."