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Now!! Ch. 05

By: alisonaware



Chapter Five

SIMPLY, SUBMISSION

"Soon" is a pliable word. If asked when you are going to breathe again, "soon" is seconds away. If it's your turn to take out the trash, "soon' is hours away. Washing a car "soon" is eight months out.

For a hard cock, "soon" is the straightest line between A and B. And that was David's "soon."

No time for much romancing...that had happened on a Saturday evening at the cottage almost twenty years ago. Even though David wouldn't ignore the niceties he wasn't going to have to start from scratch.

No need for much foreplay...it was obvious to both he and Sue that Roslyn was drowning in her own sexuality, her desires almost visually bubbling up from between her legs.

It was time to clear the air, to stop tuning up and start playing.

Besides, a wet pussy may not be painful but a constantly hard cock can be a hassle after a while. And David had a constant boner. He was as ready for an erotic coupling with Roslyn as she with him. He couldn't, and wouldn't, wait!

Daily phone calls were in order. David couldn't exactly just phone Ros and make an appointment to seduce. Instead he had to weave through their schedules, waiting for the moment at hand. He knew he had to, almost on a daily basis, see how their week was going, what their plans were.

The deal on the house was closing quickly, enough that the broker gave them a set of keys. Between that and the boat the Elliot's showed up often and without notice at the Faber's, inviting them to lunch and to look at the two acquisitions with them and talk about what was to happen with both. Although Glenn cared little about the imminent furnishing of the house Roslyn genuinely did, taking interest in Sue's project as if it were an expensive toy for which she did not have to pay. 

The boat was entirely different. All transactions were complete...David and Sue owned it. Other than perhaps a passing interest in fabrics or something Sue had no interest in any changes in the décor. Let David and Glenn take care of it. 

She was too busy with the house, not to mention the twenty six year old brunette lady who lived in the apartment two floors above where they lived. A chance encounter in the parking lot tipped off Sue that there was noticeable dissatisfaction in the lady's life. After that, Sue made sure that there were enough "accidental" encounters with her that invitations to visit were surely to come. At that time she would ascertain as to whether the woman's dissatisfaction was sexual or not.

The invitations came. For all her previous concerns, in less than a month Sue had already struck up more than a passing conversation concerning the woman's sex life and she knew it was more of a waiting game than anything else.

Glenn loved the boat. In comparison, his little craft was not more than a dinghy. He was a little overwhelmed when David's broker called him at home and asked him to meet at the pier. There, in David's absence but with his blessings, the two experienced sailors went through the craft for several hours, with an ever more interested Glenn being shown all the features. 

When they were through, the agent handed Glenn all of the service manuals and said, "Good luck. Feel free to call me."

Then, under his breath, he laughed and said, "Take good care of her. David's a super nice guy but as far as boats go he's an idiot!"

Glenn smiled and took it to heart. Days later when David asked him about the interior decorations Glenn looked about casually and said he wouldn't change a thing. Why waste the money?

David laughed.

"You don't know Sue. I've got to do at least something new or she won't be able to stand it. Maybe I'll get by with just new linens."

Glenn threw up his hands.

"You'd have to talk to Roslyn about that. I'm colorblind to that stuff."

Thanks, Glenn. It was an excuse for an invitation, one that David had not considered and Glenn would not question. It took him only forty-eight hours to act.

David quickly determined Wednesday afternoon would be the target. Glenn had casually informed him that he would be out of town for two days. The school system was closed for the day. Ros would not be at work.

When David showed up unannounced at her door at noon she wasn't surprised at the sudden intrusion. It was starting to be common. However, she couldn't help but react nervously about the fact that this time they were alone...no Glenn or Sue as a buffer.

It took her a full fifteen seconds to remember that she had just gotten out of the shower and her hair was soaking wet. Worse still, she had casually donned an old gray sweat suit and it was much less than complimentary on her. All of this David could see. That she was wearing nothing underneath was a secret.

David broke her tension. 

"Love the "do", he smiled and pointed to the damp mop on her head. "Who's your hair dresser?"

She laughed and let him in. What was in the bag he was carrying?

"I need help," David admitted. He opened the bag widely and she peered in to see a number of different linen samples.

"I was supposed to have made a selection two days ago. Now I got to do it this afternoon. Glenn said that you might give me a hand."

Roslyn tried to come up with a plausible excuse but she knew they would all be waved away by David. She knew it would come across as exactly what it was...she was loath to be alone with him.

"Sure," she relented softly. "Let me spruce up a little."

"No, no. Don't do that!" David liked her as she was. For some reason it only added to the ambience of innocence that was so appealing to him. 

"You're perfect. All we're going to do is have lunch and hit the boat for a few minutes. I really, really need to get this done by the end of day."

In fact, he had months to make any changes if ever at all.

Roslyn relented but threw him a warning.

"David, I swear if we see anybody I know while I'm out and about with wet hair and a strange man in the middle of the day I'm going to kill you!"

"We'll hide," David promised.

He lied. An hour later they were having a wonderful but expensive lunch at a little deli that the Faber's had never visited before. The two glasses of wine she drank mellowed her and for the first time in more than twenty years she had an extensive one on one conversation with David Elliot.

She was as impressed with the man as some of the stuff he confided in her. David Elliot was a nice guy. It was that simple. Now, in his later years, he apparently wished that he and Sue had children. It wasn't just that he it admitted it but also it was in the detailed questions he had concerning Libby and Heather. He was especially interested in Libby.

When asked, he told Ros of their plans to start a new company from the ground up. They had done it before, had loved the challenge, and had prospered greatly from it.

Roslyn became bold.

"David, we see all this stuff...the house, the boat. If you don't mind me asking, just exactly what are you worth?"

David didn't just mind...he was going to volunteer that information at some time but he was hoping she would ask. He wanted every little thing he could to impress her... no, to overwhelm her. He wanted her totally off balance not just today but for some time to come.

He answered. She wasn't ready for his answer, having to let it settle a little bit in her mind.

"Twenty two million dollars. Twenty two million dollars?" For a struggling working mother the sum was too overwhelming to be absorbed so it just sort of bounced around her mind. How some of it ended up between her legs was beyond her.

A very detectable little twitch landed right in her pussy. If his goal was to overwhelm her he just did!

"My God," she said softly.

David smiled a little. It had obviously worked.

"Don't forget we just sold a business we had our whole life invested in," he pointed out.

When he paid the check and Ros realized they had just wolfed down a fifty-dollar lunch it didn't seem quite so expensive as it would have fifteen minutes before.

The rest of the ride to the boat was a little bit quiet. Roslyn was still trying to absorb that sum. David knew it and smiled inwardly. If she were distracted with that thought she would be less attentive to others.

When they stepped aboard the yacht Roslyn realized that no matter how expensive this toy was, to the Elliot's it was little expense at all.

That David was laying out all of the colors and styles seemed surreal. This little housewife was being asked to tastefully decorate a million dollar craft. She hoped it didn't show but she was a little overwhelmed. Her taste was not accustomed to such luxury. 

David watched. He waited. He was already sure of one thing. Unless his senses betrayed him not only was she off balance at the time but also there was nothing under that sweat suit except an inviting, hopefully receptive body.

David knew she was ripe and he was certainly ready. As he carefully sipped from his bottle of water Roslyn never saw him when he downed the little pill. It was something she would never have thought of, was not a part of her life.

It was for David. Viagra was just one of the many little enhancements that had come along in the last twenty years. David had used it often, especially when involved in one of Sue's little threesomes. There was no way he could have stayed involved for hours in their sexual games without it.

And this afternoon David had no intention of it being a "Wham bam, thank you maam," affair. He fully meant for it to be a statement...that David Elliot was somebody that Roslyn Faber could not possibly live without. 

Six hours later he had his wish. After he dropped her off a block from her house Roslyn wearily stumbled inside to come face to face with a concerned Libby.

"Are you alright, Mom? You look beat!" Libby thought her Mom looked limp as a noodle.

"Ran one kilometer too much," Roslyn lied before going straight to the shower. Both she and the sweat suit needed a thorough cleaning. As she let the hot water cascade over her saturated body she tried to fully absorb what had just happened.

She remembered that she was holding a piece of fabric high and away from her body when David approached her from behind. She felt two things simultaneously...his hands gliding smoothly around her waist and under the sweat top and the unmistakable presence of his hard cock pressing against her ass.

He had nuzzled her neck with his mouth.

"David," she protested softly. She had been afraid it would go in this direction.

But it was too little, way too late. Roslyn had started to respond to his presence long before they walked on that boat. Now, her body reacted to his touch, the sudden chills causing her nipples to immediately become hard as she instinctively fell back against him. Worse still, though, her mind exploded in an erotic rebirth so to speak. Even as she tried to will herself that she was not to let this happen again deep down she knew it was already a lost cause. It had been lost twenty-five years before.

Oh, she could try to give herself some solace in that for the next thirty minutes after that first encounter she had brushed him away, had made at least some attempt to thwart his intentions. But when it got right down to it she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her impotent excuses of rejection was no more than a futile attempt to maintain modesty.

She relented. 

David fucked her.

As the hours had passed there eventually was a great deal of late foreplay, of romance, but not at first.

When he was ready for her and had allowed her reluctance to gracefully run it's coarse he just took her. Her sweat top came up, her bottoms went down and he mounted her. There were kisses and caresses but the foreplay was already decades in the making. 

And there was no grace period...no time for Roslyn to adjust to her new source of pleasure. Once he had her on her back and was suspended over her with his cock nudging her waiting vagina he looked at her expectant face and then just sort of dropped. 

"A-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-," poured out and her head came up as she grasped his head in both hands and his legs with hers. Memories of the past, all the erotic thoughts she had secretly harbored over the years, none of it was like real life. This was real life...a hard, vibrant cock slamming without mercy into her willing but unprepared pussy.

Roslyn Faber loved it!

Standing in that shower and thinking back over those few hours, she knew nothing else would have done as well, nothing would have been as satisfying and sexually dramatic as what actually happened. After all these years that huge cock had just crashed into the waiting walls of her wet pussy. Her hunger for it was so intense that all discomfort had been waved aside as insignificant.

Within minutes they had both exploded in a frenzied ecstasy!

Then, a few gentle moments of tenderness? Soft kisses enhancing what was now a gentle, wonderful intrusion?

Hell no! David had continued to drive on her like a jackhammer, giving no care as to how she would react to his cock stretching the walls of her pussy without pity, without consideration.

Roslyn probably would not have written the script that way but went wild with David's rewrite!! She bucked her body forward and back, thrusting hard on his rampaging staff as if it had to be consumed rather than just accepted.

Fifteen minutes. It took only about fifteen minutes before she came again, easily dragging David's explosive orgasm with her. She screamed obscenities; he roared. They both stopped, exhausted.

For about ten minutes. It was more to catch their breath and slow their beating hearts rather than anything sexual. Then David flipped her over on her stomach, pulled her back up on her knees, and started it all over again.

Two hours later, her body totally expended from a fourth orgasm, Roslyn gasped for breath and pondered the man as her eyes were still rolled back into her head. How did he do it...how could he stay with her so long, thrusting that never ending cock into her time after time even though she knew she was totally draining him, exhausting him as indeed she was?

Welcome to the world of Viagra, Roslyn. You have entered the twenty first century.

Roslyn turned off the hot water. Oh sure, after they had practically raped each other there was finally an hour of quiet solitude, a quietness with small talk and touching that was totally void of any penetration. 

Bringing herself back to reality Ros stepped out of the shower to face an inquisitive Libby. It was hard to carry on a conversation with her. Deflecting Libby's questions, Roslyn's thoughts were already on what was next. Would it ever happen again? Should she ever allow it again? Could she walk away, especially with him now being so close?

Four days later on a quiet Sunday afternoon she got her answer. Glenn had invited Libby and Rob to join him on David's yacht. Even though David had already told Glenn that he couldn't be there with them that afternoon Roslyn still didn't want to go. She knew she would not be able to step back aboard that craft so soon without an obvious reaction so she'd rather they go without her.

An hour after Glenn and Libby had gone it was a surprised Ros that answered a knock on the door to open it and stare at David. She glanced around. No Sue.

"Glenn's not here," she weakly informed David. After saying it she felt stupid. He already knew that.

There were a few minutes of small talk, whimsical nonsense of which neither was interested. Both knew what was going on.

If you could choose a specific time, a very instance, that Roslyn Faber once and for all conceded totally to David it was right then...that Sunday afternoon. After that, there was no retreat for Roslyn. No reversal of fortunes.

She was wearing a light shift, a short dress of no particular interest that one would wear around the house for comfort if nothing else.

David dropped down to her knees and without a word slowly ascended Roslyn's legs with a hot mouth. In a wordless gesture she closed her eyes and gently clasped the back of his head in her hands. For the next two hours hundreds of kisses followed the first. That day, unlike the time before, it was time for extensive, luxurious foreplay; teasing and touching meant to make their senses soar and reach as never before.

After extracting orgasm after orgasm from her with his light teases it was almost anticlimactic when he finally entered her gently with his lumbering staff for the sole purpose of emptying his come into her.

It would be the second time he came that afternoon. The first time was an hour before when she lovingly took him in her mouth, barely being able to cover the head of his cock with her stretched lips yet with enough touch, enough talent to coax him to drench her palate with his salty come before she swallowed hard to dispose of the fruit of her labor.

When it happened it had seemed a monumental time, the first time she went down on him. Very pleased with herself for taking him into her mouth without gagging she had no idea that, within months, it would be just about as close to his cock as she would get. 

AN EROTIC RANSOM

Over the next few months there could be some discussion over who was fascinated the most...Glenn with that new floating toy for which he was given total authority or David with the Faber women.

Glenn remained delighted with his new venture. He had quickly called upon old and experienced friends to assist him with David's yacht. It was great fun and David had no qualms whatsoever about the "free" crew. For all of his inexperience and money he still fit right in and the guys loved his generosity and quick wit. Besides, all of David's old friends and business acquaintances were in his past. Most of his friends were now "borrowed" from Glenn.

Glenn was blind to all other things in his life. At first he had been excited about the possibility of Roslyn and David doing a middle aged rematch of days gone by but after watching them show no interest in each other he ruefully submitted that it was over...that it was something in the past. After all, no matter how great Roslyn looked to be forty-eight she wasn't near the Goddess appearance of Sue. He assumed David no longer had interest in the female Faber.

But not all was lost for Glenn. David's new boat provided even greater access to his two girls, their men and their scantily dressed female friends. He had always been amazed at what women would wear on a boat that they would otherwise deem totally obscene. But now it appeared that the more expensive the boat the more daring they became. He was extremely grateful to David for his "open house" invitation on the craft. Glenn never felt uncomfortable inviting last minute friends to any function. Especially the ones wearing thongs and more and more that included his two daughters.

David didn't mind. Sometimes the scenery was spectacular. Glenn had concluded that David no longer had interest in the "female Faber." He was right. But David had great interest in the female "Faber's." All of them...especially Libby. Her frequent appearances on his yacht gave him more and more exposure to her and the more he saw the more he fantasized. At times she was with Rob and his time with her was limited. At other times he was able to slyly engage her one on one for long conversations of which over a matter of time became very personal.

Meanwhile, taking every viable opportunity while watching their backs very carefully, David and Roslyn became almost a weekly thing. Of course Roslyn had no idea that Sue was aware of their affair and assisted David time after time in "opening the door" for it to happen. You can bet it only took a hint from Sue to an anxious Glenn that she would enjoy a day on the craft to send him and all of his friends into a joyous frenzy. Like twenty-five years before, they gave her movie star treatment!


Now!! Ch. 05



That her appearances were nothing more than a ruse to distract Glenn from his wife's activities was never discovered.

David paid great attention to Ros, delicate details including secluded impromptu seductive meals and lavish sexy gifts she was not allowed to refuse. Most of all, though, he provided that never tiring, seemingly never flaccid rampaging cock to which Roslyn Faber became immediately addicted. 

For the first five years of her marriage she had thought of that cock almost daily before getting a full taste of him in the cottage that one night in 1987. For the next eighteen years after that it had been nothing more than an erotic daydream...a memory that allowed her to bring herself off with only a few touches of her fingers. 

But now it was different. Now, almost once a week, it was a wonderful albeit forbidden reality. Even then, every time they were finished she promised herself it was over. Never again would she allow it. That promise was as good as her next shower. That's about how long it took her to start thinking about him again.

A woman that satisfied, that dedicated to a cock, would never notice the little changes at first. Never pick up on it when, after a few months, more and more often David would forego a secluded rendezvous with her to instead meet in public around their crowd with no sex. And even though he spoke of Heather often, she didn't realize for a while how often and how detailed his thoughts were of Libby.

It wasn't that David didn't appreciate Heather. In fact he found her lush body to be, purely from a sexual standpoint, much more sexy than Libby. And like Glenn, his generous invitations to Heather and Bill to spend the night at first their apartment and then their house always provided sexual sideshows. 

David and Sue never missed a chance to watch them secretly and their unabated sexual noise was a turn on to both. He knew that Sue wistfully wished she could be a part of that but she wisely declared them off limits. Heather and her man were happy, sexually satisfied people and Sue drew the line between intervening and interfering. 

But Libby was different. What little David couldn't surmise about her virginity and innocence Roslyn volunteered to him during the moments of quiet the two shared. It was Libby's innocence that attracted David. It was the admission by Roslyn that she wished Libby would open up, to be taken by somebody other than just her perspective husband, which got his attention. 

If Roslyn wanted Libby to share her charms with somebody other than Robert Lee, David felt he was certainly the man. It was a matter of when and how. After all, she was soon going to be a blushing bride and certainly all then would be lost. Libby would be a project, he knew. A "maybe" at best and erotic tantalizing thoughts at the least.

Concerning Libby, at first he viewed Roslyn as just somebody to fuel those erotic flames by sharing her deep concerns about Libby's lack of sexual experiences. Within a couple of months, though, as his and Roslyn's arrangement started to lose some of it's luster, he started looking at "Mom" as a possible comrade in his new endeavor. Maybe, just maybe, in the near future Roslyn would be the key to Libby. Not much chance there but just...maybe.

David wasn't a fool. This arena was not new to him. He may look much younger than he was but his birth certificate would show him to be fifty-one. Libby Faber had just passed twenty-two. He was more than twice her age even though he was fortunate enough to be able to mask at least some of those years. However, that still left him older. There needed to be an equalizer and he knew exactly what it was. He had played that trump card for years.

Money!

People who think that wealth has nothing to do with sexual attraction are certainly not wealthy. When it comes to sex money talks and it talks real loud. Young, vibrant beautiful women are very quick to ignore shortcomings in wealthy men. This includes age, appearance, manners and a hoard of other disconcerting attributes.

In the case of David and Libby, it was all age. Libby quickly thought he hung the moon. "Uncle" David not only teased her and spoiled her like an only child but he left a definite, indelible impression. In short, Libby not only regarded him just as a friend but a very attractive one indeed. She smiled at the difference between David and her own Dad, how such great friends who were the same age could be so different. Oh, she'd take Glenn as her Dad anytime over any man in the world but David was so different.

So gentle, so kind, so suave...so rich! She might not have faced it head on and admitted it to herself but it was impossible not to acknowledge how attractive that wealth was. To an innocent twenty-two year old, that kind of wealth was downright sexy!

Between the boat and the new house there were ample times for David to have Libby either totally alone or when only Sue was in the vicinity. Maybe it was the luxury more than anything else but when David touched her in a way that was a little more than casual Libby couldn't ignore the little sexual tingle she felt. When his fingers rubbed her neck and shoulders in a way that was more than just a friendly massage. When his fingertips brushed lightly against the side of her breasts and went much lower on her back than a twenty-two year old might expect from a mature family friend.

David timed everything carefully. This was a fragile, unlikely situation with little likelihood of success. What were disconcerting little electric caresses to Libby were tantalizing challenges to the older man.

Libby's wedding day was approaching fast. They were now counting in weeks rather than months. And approaching as fast as the vows were Libby's thoughts of the nuptial bed that went with it.

It confused Libby but she had to ruefully admit that, whether she wanted to or not, she was responding to a man's stimulating touch that was other than her perspective groom. Without Libby knowing it, she was tiptoeing into the realm of her sexuality that was her Mother's worse nightmare.

But Roslyn became well aware of it. 

Over a period of time David very slowly, very carefully began to withhold the hard charging sex for which Ros had quickly become totally addicted. Where there had once been a devastating cock almost on a weekly basis there was now often only tantalizing foreplay without sex that was even more devastating to Ros than having no access to him at all.

Each time she would rendezvous with him she anticipated a hard cock that would make her soar into oblivion. But more and more often she instead walked away with a silent whimper after he had coaxed her into a sexual frenzy only to leave her hanging in frustration. He primed her carefully, taking Sue's advice concerning signs of Roslyn's submission that would be without boundaries. 

Even though it came as no surprise to Sue it amazed David how quickly it happened. After withholding his cock from her most of the time for just a month or so Ros started taking little chances that were extremely out of character for her. Little things at first like the subtle touching of hands when they were around people. Then the occasional brushing of his hard cock through his pants when she thought nobody was looking...an open invitation that he reluctantly never accepted.

Eventually, she was about to the point of pleading. She felt like a sexual slave that was never required to perform. When it hit that point Sue mentally nodded. Roslyn Faber was ready.

The next time they were together David filled her to capacity, slowly sliding in and out of her and listening to her continuous moans and appreciative babbling. Waiting until he knew her first orgasm was imminent he slowed down, teasing her with slow short strokes that kept her at the very pinnacle of pleasure yet not quite allowing her to release.

It was during this sexual high that, for the first time, he clearly brought Libby into their sexual life. 

"Have you been watching Libby around me lately?" he softly whispered in here ear.

"Huh?" came the surprised and muted response. Why was he talking about Libby at the moment she was about to explode in orgasm?

"Just wondering. You know, I've been teasing her a little and she doesn't exactly push me away."

Before he allowed her to respond David suddenly gave her ten or fifteen hard, fast strokes that drove deep inside her begging walls.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!..." Ros grunted with every shove. He had driven her to the edge of eruption again and she could feel her stomach muscles begin to convulse.

When she grasped him tightly it was the signal for David to back off with the strokes. Immediately he pulled almost all the way out and slowly moved his head around the very lips of her vulva. The sudden departure from deep inside her was obviously frustrating.

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o," Ros moaned with disappointment. She had been so close, had already felt the very first signs of what she knew would be heaven.

"She lets me play with her nipples sometimes," he whispered with a husky voice. It was a lie but Ros wouldn't know. And he knew she sure as hell wasn't going to ask Libby.

There was a definite little body jerk from Ros after he planted the little thought. David decided why not press a little?

"They get real hard, real long when I roll them in my fingers."

"No-o-o, you're just teasing me," Ros slowly replied. She was trying her best to grasp the possibility, to imagine her innocent Libby responding to him like that. David pushed deep inside her again and used his cock to control her thoughts, her reactions to his suggestive statements.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," she mewed. She quickly forgot about Libby in lieu of his deep strokes.

David wasn't going to let her forget. He pulled all the way out and used his head to rub her sensitive clit before crashing back in again, driving all the way to the hilt.

"I think she'll let me take her." David stated it bluntly.

What was he saying? From where were these crass words, this suggestive vulgarity coming all of a sudden?

"What do you think, Roslyn? You said she needed some strange cock." He made sure her reply would be tempered with the long, hard strokes he suddenly gave that made her wail.

"Hum?" He wanted to keep her focused as well as he could. He got his wish.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, I don't kno-o-o-ow," she drug out her answer just as her impending eruption was being drug out within her. Daughter or not, at that very moment Libby was not the most important thing to her. His cock was. If his teasing her about Libby was the key to her release she resigned herself to it.

She didn't know that her resignation would be very long lasting, something she would have to deal with later.

David did and it was enough for him. Over the next five minutes he teased Ros relentlessly, alternating his strokes in exact concert with detailed lascivious suggestions concerning Libby. His lies concerning how far he had already advanced with Libby were punctuated with powerful strokes at exactly the prescribed moment to get the hopeful response from her. His goal...an initial submission from Roslyn. One that hopefully would lead her to move off the inevitable "No" to a more manageable "Maybe."

Sue had taught him in no uncertain terms that when dealing with a sexually saturated woman "maybe" is nothing more than the leading edge of "yes."

He had no intention of leaving Roslyn that day without hearing words of encouragement.

His pounding began, this time to never waiver. It was time to take her over the top.

"Do you think Libby would love this," he suggested to a writhing Roslyn who by then was out of control with her approaching release.

"Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s, yes-yes-yes," Roslyn knew she was responding verbally but couldn't control the content. Visions of her daughter in the throes of orgasm with David flashed through her mind but all she was really concerned with at the time was her body that was starting to quiver with orgasm, one that had been denied to her for so long.

"Do you think Libby will come like this?"

Roslyn was confused, her brain trying to absorb the ravaging sensations and yet deny his lewd suggestions at the same time. Her exploding body won out over her misgivings.

"Ye-e-s-s, ye-e-e-s-s, o-o-o-h m-y-y-y-y God, yes! She'd love it!" 

There. It was out. Later, she would remember she said it but David heard it right then.

For the next two hours she was rewarded for her verbal gift...her initial submission to the idea of Libby not just getting some strange cock but getting David's cock.

Hours later she cried. How could she have done that?

Three days later, after David's head had been between her legs for twenty minutes, she whimpered again her approval of his lewd and extremely descriptive intentions with her daughter.

After that, it never changed. How much cock Roslyn got was directly related to her vocal submissions concerning Libby.

In reality, they both knew it wasn't going to happen. In Roslyn's tortured mind it was no more than an erotic game he was playing with her and, bluntly speaking, the nasty, uncalled lewd suggestions from him concerning Libby were starting to be a bit of a turn on for her. She correctly assumed that all the descriptions of the little sexual things he and Libby had done together were fantasies, made up to either inspire or tease her. It was starting to work.

It stayed that way until the first Saturday of October. The wedding was only two weeks away. Roslyn was being tortured with another mentally hostage coupling with David, punctuated with her visions of David's body slowly posturing over a quivering Libby. When he left her hanging again without orgasm Roslyn finally got the nerve, had taken all she could of the punishment of David withholding his cock unless she flamed permissive thoughts of Libby, and she approached him about it.

It was then that an astonished Roslyn Faber realized for the first time that David Elliot was not just playing an erotic game with her concerning Libby. He not only fully expected to have Libby, married or not, but he also expected Roslyn to be at least an approving party if not part of the solution.

"You expect me to help set you up with Libby? My virgin daughter getting married in two weeks?" 

Her mouth was open with disbelief. The very idea! How cheeky, not to mention how disrespectful of her family. Did he think his money and his cock could buy him such entitlements? How dare he! She failed to ruefully admit that it was David's cock, not his money, speaking volumes.

And, uh, actually, Roslyn. Maybe you should have paid more attention to what was going on around you. Your husband was!

Glenn wasn't going to make a big deal of it but he had, over the past six or seven months, detected a very obvious relationship forming between David and Libby. He was totally unaware of David's stated intentions, of course, but even to a casual observer it was obvious that Libby had fallen under the spell of the Elliot money and charm. It wasn't lost on him that, in Rob's absence, Libby wore unusually provocative clothing in David's presence that was not in her nature. 

Glenn's way of ignoring it was that Libby seemed to be as smitten with Sue as she was with David. In short, Glenn decided that Libby just really, really liked the Elliot's and that was that. He shrugged. They were old friends and if a girl was to have a little crush on an older man why not a multi millionaire? What the heck!! Not only was she not a kid but also she was going to be married in weeks.

Glenn smiled. What a racket! Libby would be getting all that cock from Rob and be the target of both men's affection...and rewards. After all, Rob's family was anything but broke. She had it made!

Glenn had no idea that a good deal of the provocative apparel Libby wore was selected and purchased by Sue and presented as a gift.

"My God, Libby. Show that body a little! You're only young once!" Sue encouraged. Libby wasn't as confident as Sue about her new risqué style of dress but didn't turn it down, either. Even as she brushed aside the erotically charged comments that both Rob and David made concerning her new wardrobe deep inside she couldn't help but tingle with the new attention.

Roslyn wasn't tingling inside with her new predicament! She was torn apart, totally disgusted with David's blatant suggestion while at the same time sexually devastated from his absence. She tried her best to use Glenn as a surrogate but, just as in years past, the love was warm and tender but not very fulfilling or exciting. Before, she always had to grin and bare it...there was nothing she could do about any of it. But now she knew all she had to do was approve of David's ridiculous erotic notions concerning Libby...to ignore that she was being asked to help rather than just not interfering. 

Although she found the whole thing deplorable, there were definite times of weakness when she at least pondered the possibilities before chastising herself for such despicable notions. Maybe if he were just asking her to turn her head rather than being active!

Thank goodness for the wedding!! At least she had something to soak up her attention. And did it ever do that!

As down to earth as the Faber's were, as strapped for cash, the event was lavish to say the very least. Every time she turned around it seemed that Rob's mother or Sue had added a little something special, always expensive, always at their own expense, and never coordinated.

"A gift for our sweet Libby," they always confided in her after it was already done. They wanted to help and were so sweet about it that Roslyn could never seem to say, "no."

Sue and David were particularly lavish with their gifts.

"We'll never see a wedding in our family," they said with a rueful smile. 

Of coarse, Libby reveled in it all. That the Elliot's surprised her with little things was both acceptable and greatly appreciated. In a carefully determined pace the personal gifts from the Elliot's became more and more sexual, graduating until she was red faced in her acceptance of lingerie that easily crossed into the category of "raunchy." 

Her face was red with more than just appreciation, really. More and more these little "gift giving" ceremonies were in the sole presence of David and it was accompanied with some casual touches, subtle caresses that Libby didn't miss. Most of the time she shrugged it off. After all, he was as old as her father.

But there were a few things she couldn't ignore. More and more often instead of just slightly brushing her breasts his fingers instead lingered, and the times he slowly slid his hand up her shorts to briefly caress the lower cheeks of her ass...she couldn't ignore. No, it wasn't just a matter of not being able to ignore. There was also the matter of the little tingle of excitement David's forbidden touches seemed to evoke from her tantalized and now highly anticipating body.

But she certainly stopped short of "trying on the outfit for him" as he often playfully suggested. Yet, through all of it, it had all become sort of fun for Libby, especially just before her marriage. It was if both Rob and David were priming her for her special night. It took her over twenty-two years to second guess herself but the two weeks just before the wedding for the very first time she seriously started to wonder...what if?

The question would not be answered. The wonderful occasion came and went in what eventually became a whirlwind week. Ros didn't know who was most anxious for it to be over...she or the new couple.

They appeared to be very happy, all tied up with the special occasion as newlyweds should be. Roslyn was so happy for Libby. When their honeymoon was over it was obvious that finally her waiting, her patience, had paid off. Libby was a satisfied, happy bride.




Now!! Ch. 05



Roslyn was not. As much as she decided to avoid David it was just impossible. Their lives were too closely entangled. And deep down it was becoming more and more apparent that she couldn't mentally shake him. It was a hard pill to swallow but she acknowledged that it wasn't so much him as it was she. It was obvious to both Roslyn and the Elliot's that she wanted him much more than he wanted her.

David took advantage of the obvious mismatch. Every chance meeting he teased and tantalized, firing up her libido like a coal furnace only to shut the damper and allow her only the ambers and smoke rather than the fire she so badly wanted.

She wanted him. She wanted him badly. Thank God Christmas would give her something to think about besides the cock she wasn't getting. But even then every time they were together for even a moment he would tease her relentlessly with his fingers and mouth only to leave her hanging before leaving her a subtle but erotic notion about Libby. Yes, she soon realized that Libby's new marriage did not quell David's lust. Not in the least! She found it disgusting.

But for Roslyn the straw that broke the camel's back was the secret gift David gave her for Christmas. Carefully wrapped in an expensive gift box was a beautifully engraved card with nothing but a telephone number on it. When Ros saw it she looked at him as if to say, "What the hell is this?"

"That's a private number. Nobody else has it. Only you and I. It's our Libby Lee hot line."

She was appalled. How disgusting, how despicable! That son of a bitch!!

But that wasn't all she got from David for Yule that afternoon. With her still grasping that number in her left hand, he literally tipped her over on her back on her kitchen table and for the next half hour gave her a Christmas fucking that she would certainly remember...one that she had been without for months.

It was a message. Roslyn understood that. A promise from David Elliot to Roslyn Faber.

Play along with me and I'll let you play with me. 

She put the number in her purse. She knew she would never use it but she needed a reminder of how wrong things could go.

At least things were wonderful with her children. Heather and Bill, Libby and Rob. 

And that was Roslyn's state of life when her new bride daughter sat across from their kitchen table and stunned her in January 2007.

It was those events of months before, years before, which led an emotionally saturated wife, Mother and lover to relent and pick up a phone to whisper that one ominous word.

"Now."

CHAPTER SIX IS READY FOR PUBLISH. 

LIBBY!!! 



Now!! Ch. 06



CHAPTER SIX

           The Liberation of Libby

January 2007. Only two hours after Libby's conversation with her Mother.

Libby sat in her car and admired David's yacht. It was so beautiful, so peaceful just to look at it. And right then it was difficult to look at anything through the tears she was shedding. Why, oh why, had she done it? Allowed her unhappiness to involve another?

It had been two hours since she had left her Mom's house after whining and spilling her guts like a disappointed child. Why couldn't she have just grinned and beared it, taking it as one of life's little bumps that one had to hurdle? Why lay it out for poor old Mom to have to deal with? 

She knew the answer. Who else could she tell? Dad? Rob's parents? A sister who was getting such great cock that she walked with a wobble? No, it had to be Mom. And she ruefully admitted she got exactly what she was seeking. A warm hug, an open ear, and no judgment whatsoever. No useable advice, either, but deep down she had expected none. This cross was hers and hers alone to bear.

Maybe she had been too naïve, had created such expectations in her virgin mind that it was impossible to fulfill those dreams. But she had waited so long, had sacrificed so much.

She looked wistfully out the side window. In retrospect it was so clear. All those subtle warnings, the gently whispered suggestions that Mom had passed to her over the past five years. Mom had not come right out and said it but now Libby knew that her mother had been concerned about her approaching the idea of marriage with the sexual mindset of an idealist teenager...a teenager who had never had sex.

And now this. A beautiful, vigorous young husband with a wonderful cock that was falling woefully short of her expectations and her with no experience as to how to resolve it. She had no clue what to even say to him, let alone guide him into the passion she so desperately desired.

Love wasn't the answer. My God he was perfect, the man of her life forever. And she had no doubt that his passion for her was even greater. She couldn't imagine a kinder, more attentive man. Jeez, she loved that guy.

It was all about their sex! It was sweet, it was often, and it was totally impotent.

The first couple of times she thought, "Okay. Wow! Uh, that was nice. Very sweet."

After a few dozen times over the first weeks she would answer his inevitable "Did you get it?" with a smile, a deep kiss and a "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! It was wonderful."

They were newlyweds. It only took a few months for them to reach the hundreds. 

By that time the truth was exposed. No matter the love between them, no matter the physical attributes of the groom or the exuberance he had for his bride, their sex life left her totally wanting.

Actually, she felt she knew the problem. His physically gifted body and his love for her were washed away with lack of touch, lack of experience...lack of something. She closed her eyes and gave a short laugh.

"I don't know if he really knows about a clitoris." What a thought. 

It was if his hands, his face and his cock all seemed to be at the right place at the wrong time. Not once had she even come close to an orgasm with him. Three months.

Oh, he excited her. Elevated her sexually until she felt great. But she didn't want to feel great. She wanted to explode in his face and on his cock with a vocal and physical exuberance that the whole neighborhood would know!

"Holy smokes!! Libby's getting a fucking she'll never forget!!" That's what she wanted her neighbors to say!

But only Rob could hear her whimper as she built and declined only to ultimately feel him extinguish her expectations with an exuberant splash of cum.

At the moment, her best friend was still that hidden vibrator.

She needed help.

Help was 100 meters down the road.

After receiving that conceding one word phone from Ros just minutes before David was so antsy he just had to leave the house. He had projects to do but he was in too much of a high, an expectant frenzy, to be productive. As he walked out he met Sue coming back in from the store. She saw his look and didn't question. Instead, she made a flat statement.

"Ros called," Sue said softly.

He nodded as he walked past her on the way to the boat. No words were spoken yet he acknowledged Sue's intuition once again. How did she do it with such accuracy? How were women so transparent to her?

After the Christmas party at their house the previous month and the guest were all gone Sue had led David to an armless chair and extracted from his pants what she knew would be a cock hardened by the short, low cut dress Libby had worn that night. Slowly, Sue sat on it until it slid deep inside her. Never mind that she had secretly given Libby the sexy dress as one of many extravagant and sexy Christmas gifts. 

Sue groaned with the pleasure...and expectation.

"Libby's not getting it," she stated in a sultry matter of fact voice as she squirmed down on him.

She felt him lurch inside her. He totally trusted her judgment on these things. 

But they both knew there was something else, something understood if not spoken. Unlike Heather and Bill, Sue considered Libby and Rob as intervention...not interference. She wouldn't be stupid about it or blow it for David but in her own mind at some time in the future Libby Lee would be fair game. Without it being spoken, David understood and acknowledged. There was no reason for him to be possessive.

So when David left the house that day with Sue's blessing he decided to drive down to the boat for a lack of anyplace else to go. Luckily he saw Libby before she saw him and drove past her before turning around and parking behind another car. Why would Libby Lee be sitting way out here all alone? They lived on the other side of town.

After looking around he felt it safe to pull out his binoculars. How ironic...the glasses were a gift from the Faber's. Carefully, David studied her for a short while. One thing was obvious...she was very distraught.

David loved "distraught." It was all he could do to not call her on her cell phone.

Two days later he loved Glenn. Sometimes the man was a gift from the heavens. It was amazing how one little phone call seemed to be David's blessings lately.

"No, Glenn, he would pass up on the fishing trip on Glenn's little boat Saturday. He was aware the fishing was better on the smaller craft but with everybody else going it would be way overcrowded."

"Oh! Ros and Libby aren't going? Just Rob, Heather and Bill. Glenn's "fishin' fools?"

You know, mate, I think I'll still pass. Got a few things to do. Hey! Maybe Sue will have the girls over Saturday afternoon. The pool's perfect right now!" 

That part had been easy. Both he and Sue knew what happened after that would not only be crucial but also most likely would be a one-shot thing...one opportunity. There was no reason to think that the sex gods were giving them carte blance. 

Sue called Libby before she called Roslyn. Careful plans dictated that Libby accept before Ros was even invited. Without Lib it was a mute point, a non-happening. Besides, neither of them had even the slightest clue as to what actually instigated Roslyn's desperate one word phone call to David. What they did realize was how desperate Roslyn must have been to make that call. Given time to second guess, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she would have second thoughts and change her mind about all of this. 

David was worrying too much. As hoped, an exuberant Libby quickly accepted. She knew how exotic just a casual visit could be when it was the Elliot's. Would it be okay if she arrived just a little bit late? She had an appointment to do her nails and didn't want to reschedule.

David and Sue looked at each with raised eyebrows. How unexpected. Another gift from above? An unexpected situation that was so welcome, so crucial, to their plans?

A wiser, more cautious Roslyn reluctantly agreed to come. As long as both she and Sue were there what possibly could happen? The fact that she would be there for two hours before Libby's arrival was carefully masked from her. If she were to get that information it would have to be volunteered from Libby, not the Elliot's. 

Regarding it as a non-item, Libby never even mentioned it to her mom. 

For the Elliot's, that was perfect. That meant that the two of them weren't tied together and there would no doubt be at least some physical separation, some room and time to play.

Saturday afternoon Roslyn stood in front of her bedroom mirror and admired the skimpy red bikini that she happily admitted belied her age. Slowly twisting in front of the glass she acknowledged that she looked good. She certainly wasn't in Sue's class and for sure she wasn't going to wear a thong in front of David but she looked good. After she threw on a short dress and picked up her keys she walked out the door with her spirits lifted. The day was fantastic, perfect for the pool. She questioned the future but what the hell could go wrong on this beautiful day?

Roslyn was overdressed in comparison to Libby. For some reason Lib pulled out a gift from Sue and put it on. She raised her eyebrows at the tiny swimsuit that wasn't much more than a thong. Never in a million years would she wear it in public. She knew she was going to feel self-conscious enough today even although it was just going to be a little private party. She decided once she got there she would wear a short transparent blue swim cover over it. But first she had an appointment so she would throw on a loose pair of sweats for her appointment and travel. 

Before she donned the drab sweats she slowly spun around in front of her mirror again, revealing the black suit so skimpy it was no more than three petite patches with some string tied at each side and in the back. Most of her breasts were in plain sight...there was little covered other than her nipples. But she knew what would really catch David's attention was the lack of cloth covering her pussy. If there were any doubts before in David's mind as to whether or not Libby trimmed her bush it would be immediately answered that day. Libby Lee definitely had a barren pussy!

Why were her thoughts so much on David and his reaction as to how she looked? She dismissed the issue with a mental waving of her hand.

Libby hesitated a little before she slid on the sweats, adding a little extra time to mentally adjust to the picture reflecting out of the mirror. If you had told her a year ago that she would be standing in front of a man that wasn't her husband wearing what was essentially a thong so reveling it practically didn't exist she would have died laughing.

But right now, right then, those three skimpy pieces of cloth were like magnets, pulling her fingers first to the two upper pieces covering sensitive nipples, then slowly creeping south. Just as she realized her fingers were entering the top of her swimsuit in search for a begging clitoris she stopped and made herself walk away. 

In their solitude and running two hours apart the two "Faber" women were dressing and guessing. Simultaneously the Elliot's were carefully going over last minute plans, finalizing a script that however unlikely was their best chance. Both knew that realistically failure was not only a possibility...it was a probability. 

Both knew the key to everything was separation. It was imperative that the two women be separated for some period at times. That Libby was running two hours late was an omen. Was it good or bad?

Roslyn arrived at exactly one o'clock. The Elliot's were expecting her. The Faber's were never, ever late for anything.

But they weren't expecting...her!!

After greetings they went poolside. After ten minutes or so Sue jokingly encouraged Ros to kick back and enjoy the day.

"You brought a suit, didn't you?"

Seconds later David pursed his lips and let out a long wolf whistle.

"Holy smokes, Roslyn, you look fantastic!" And he damned well meant it!

Sue took a pose with her hands on her hips with a menacing scowl on her face.

"Good grief, Ros!! You're out to shame me."

Not so, the red-faced Roslyn knew. Sue was standing in front of them in a white thong so skimpy, so non-existent that it was outrageous. What nerve!

"Thank you, Sue. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ros praised silently. With Sue exposed as she was Ros felt much better about her own selection. She looked good without being obscene as Sue.

Roslyn was surprised to hear that Libby was running late. She would have shuddered to know that her timid daughter was going to arrive wearing pretty much the same as Sue.

An hour passed quickly. The drinks and snacks went well with their friendly conversation. They even got in the pool for a while.

David glanced at the time being displayed on his cellular phone. Two o'clock. He glanced at Sue. She was reading him.

They both knew at that very moment Libby was somewhere on her way. They also knew Roslyn would know that.

With Roslyn's attention diverted to Sue. David carefully dialed a number from his phone.

Sue's phone immediately rang.

Sue's face formed a scowl as she glanced at the phone.

"I should have thrown the son of a bitch in the pool," she joked to an understanding Roslyn.

"Hello." Sue began a conversation into the silent phone. This couldn't be quick. It had to be viable...believable. She gave it five minutes, walking away from the two as she did so. She made sure she stayed within "eavesdropping" distance.

A few minutes later she came over and apologized. 

"Jamie!!" she shrugged.

"What this time?" David had a disgusted look on his face. Actually, he knew there was no "Jamie."

"Fuel. Or lack of it."

"You're kidding me."

Sue shrugged and smiled at Ros.

"I'll be back in an hour, Roslyn. I'm so sorry. You two enjoy...Lib will be here soon."

And out she went, pulling on a terry cloth cover as she left. Roslyn sat dumbfounded as she watched her leave. How did this happen, being left alone with David? Then she thought about it and relaxed.

What difference did it make? David had paid her little attention in months and she knew for a fact that his real interest was Libby. And, at least for that one day, she was there to thwart that.

She relaxed. So did Sue, who was sitting in her car not more than a kilometer down the road. She made sure she parked the opposite direction from where Libby would be arriving. She wasn't leaving anything to error.

This whole thing was about to get very, very interesting...and very, very fragile.

Sue had her cues! It was her time to shine! She called Libby's cellular phone and was relieved when she got Libby's voice instead of a message.

She didn't want to overdo it so she kept it less than a minute. In sixty seconds she explained her sudden call away from the house and promised a quick return.

"Don't bother to knock or ring the bell, sweetie. They wouldn't hear you anyway. Just go right in."

Libby laughed and thanked her. It wasn't a big deal to her. 

Yeah, it was. A huge, live changing deal. And she was only minutes from finding out.

But the events would be anything but automatic. The staging, the timing...it all had to be perfect. Even then, neither David nor Sue gave it little chance. But like the wise old saying goes, "The most difficult part of a project is getting started." They had to start some time, to do something. Libby sure as hell wasn't going to walk in one day and offer herself!

David was the catalyst. It would all start with him.

He pulled his chair over to an outstretched Ros and reached for a small bottle of lotion.

"Here," he said softly. He didn't ask. He wasn't suggesting. He was directing.

Roslyn saw what he was about and mentally shrugged. It was harmless enough.

He was careful, his actions gentle and totally without menace. It felt damned good to Roslyn. David applied very little lotion and very much rubbing. It became, within minutes, a very sensual and welcome rubdown.

Roslyn wasn't naïve to what was happening. She felt his hands gently massaging just the right places with just the right pressure. This was not meant to be a muscle relaxing application...it was totally intended to relax her nerves, to drop her guard.

David breathed a little sigh of relief. There was at least some success. He could actually feel her relax under his gentle touch. It was time to expand this erogenous zone. 

He was smooth but not invisible. As soon as he slipped his moistened hand under her top she knew it. Despite her full intentions to not do so, she also reacted. David saw and felt her little shudder.

So did a stunned Libby! 

She had just arrived, slipping in the front door unannounced just as Sue had invited. Not calling out, Lib instead found her way through the house and was about to exit out into the pool area. Instead, she froze in place in the room. Was she seeing things through the big window?

She waited a few seconds. Her mouth opened. No, this wasn't her erotic mind working overtime. This was good old Mom, lying prone face down on a pool chair, exposing herself to David in a tiny red bikini that Libby had never seen nor thought existed. Not in Mom's closet, anyway.

Obviously, what her Mother was getting from Lib's mature hero David was much more than friendly conversation. Libby had gotten there early enough to watch him slowly apply the lotion on Ros's back and legs, not missing how much time he was spending high and in between her mother's thighs. Even that was a lewd sight she never dreamed.

But it was when he casually slipped his hand inside Roslyn's top that Libby reacted with disbelief. It wasn't just that David had done it...men will try anything and on that Saturday her Mom looked hot!

It was the fact that, instead of her Mother removing his hand, she instead used her forearms to lift slightly off the lounge chair. Her ass had moved slightly. Libby couldn't miss it. Her Mom hadn't objected...she had reacted!!

Libby immediately stepped back, hiding behind the huge curtains to one side of the window. Her body felt like it weighed a ton. She couldn't move.

Her heart could. It was pumping a hundred times a minute! My God. What have I tripped upon?

Libby had arrived in perfect time to be part of a very clever and perfectly executed plan. The Elliot's had intended that Libby be a hidden audience as Roslyn fell under David's masterful touch. Once again Lady Luck was close. Ros closed her eyes and let him have his way. Time was lost on her. Later she would remember that Libby would soon arrive, but not then. Right then David had reached her nipples and were rolling them gently between his fingers.

Roslyn couldn't help but react, coming up on her elbows a little and dropping her head down. David didn't miss the little sexual reaction. Neither did the hidden Libby.

What Libby and Roslyn both missed was David's slow nod that, to the both of them, would have meant nothing. But to an alert David it was a signal to Sue. She had opened the side gate as slowly and as little as possible to get his attention. All she did was mouth the word, "Lib," and point to the inside of the house. 

Libby was in there somewhere and they both knew they could take it to the bank that she was watching. Maybe it was a good plan; maybe it was a bad one. David and Sue knew it was a chance. However, they both agreed on one thing...it was going to take something very erotic, something totally stunning, to jolt young Libby out of her innocence and ultimately outside of her marriage vows.

For lack of any other plan, they had agreed the key could be a responsive albeit unknowing Roslyn.

Susan Elliot had set up the scenario...both Roslyn and Libby had taken the bait.

It was time for David to bring down the house.




Now!! Ch. 06



David leaned over and gently showered Roslyn's neck with small kisses, moving from side to side and seeking her mouth and ears as she instinctively turned her head back and forth in response to his ever-ambitious fingers and as she tried to capture his mouth with hers.

He teased, he manipulated, he enticed.

She responded, her initial tiny body movements slowly being replaced by a very detectable undulation both from her torso and her hips. David could sense her soft mewing. Libby could not.

Libby watched breathlessly, her heart pounding, her mind rejecting. This was not happening. She was seeing things that were not occurring. She was making it up in her lurid mind...a mind so desperate and disappointed sexually that she conjured up false erotic thoughts of David and her Mom. It just wasn't true!!

It was true. Ros knew it. David knew it. David could feel her response growing, her heart quickening to match her increased breathing. But most of all was her hips. Slowly, slowly they began a familiar small rotation, pressing forward and then releasing against the colorful pad on which she was laying.

Somewhere, back there in a fog, Roslyn remembered that her daughter was on the way. That Sue would be back soon. She didn't care. All she cared about at the time were the fingers extracting pleasure from her nipples and the mouth teasing her relentlessly. 

There was no panic when David's hands left her breasts and moved casually down. Slowly, carefully he lowered then removed the bottom of her bikini. This was no time to rush...to cause an overreaction.

When it was out of the way David went straight to her exposed crotch, slowly stroking her swollen clit. Ros jumped from his touch.

So did Libby. It was almost a small bark, the little verbal exclamation of surprise that escaped her mouth. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand as if to make it go away. What if somebody heard?

Somebody heard. Sue had entered the house through the service door and was watching carefully from the next room as Libby reacted to the scene unfolding in front of her. Sue couldn't tell what was going on outside but that wasn't her goal. Her mission was to see how Libby reacted to the erotic scene unfolding before her.

David spread Roslyn's legs as if to gain access. Actually, he was providing a view. If this was going to work at all it would make no difference how openly vulgar it would be. If Libby were turned on by what she was watching each sordid detail would draw her closer and closer into the fire. If she rejected it, it made no difference or not if she saw his fingers slide inside her mother's wet pussy.

Morally, Libby rejected all of it! How dare him abuse her mother like that? But her sexually starved body had a different opinion about the whole thing. She was moving very slowly in an erotic little dance as she watched the woman in front of her respond to knowing fingers. Unthinkable notions slowly crossed her mind.

"He knows what to do with his fingers," she relented. One look at her mother was proof of that. What had once been a slowly undulating body was obviously becoming a quivering mass, responding in every possible way to the manipulative fingers controlling her.

Sue watched Libby. She couldn't help but let a small inward laugh release. After all this time, after all the worry! 

Their timid little voyeuristic bride was being turned on big time!

If the slow rotation of Lib's hips wasn't enough, if the obvious heavy breathing wasn't a clue, there came a dead giveaway. 

Libby's fingers had crept their way up her torso and slowly began to stroke her nipples through the tiny cloth. 

Sue knew. She smiled. It might not be today, it might not be next week. But Libby Lee was definitely ripe, ready for the right person to pick her from her husband's unguarded tree.

But Sue was as greedy as her manipulative husband. She wanted to see it happen today!!

David agreed with Sue. He had nothing but victory in mind! He intended to create both a visual and vocal finale with Roslyn. A "closing act" to be seared forever in Libby's mind.

He was doing all he could to not look back at the house. He didn't want to give himself away. If he were reading Sue correctly he knew there was a startled, unbelieving twenty two year old frustrated bride in there who was totally stunned at what she was seeing. He wanted her to keep watching. For her, what she was about to see wasn't the end. It was only the beginning!

But Roslyn could definitely feel the beginning of the end. Somewhere in a foggy haze there was still the warning that they weren't alone, that others would be there soon. But overriding that was the "now!" thing, what was happening to her body and senses at the time.

She had been even riper than the Elliot's considered. The skimpy suit she wore should have given that away. It should have advertised that Roslyn was a sexual bundle of nerves, an erotically charged stick of dynamite just waiting to explode. She wanted his cock badly but at the very moment his hands and mouth was a very sensual substitute.

In her erotic stupor Ros had the small thought that maybe this was what she had wanted all along...that maybe her acceptance of their invitation and her choice of attire was all just part of her own scheme for sexual release. Had she come to the Elliot's that afternoon with it in mind to be seduced? Had she subconsciously committed to David's advances long before she arrived?

With those thoughts floating in her sexually saturated mind Ros willed David on...silently urging him to take her over the top.

He did. Her increased breathing, the moaning, the definite body undulations all told him a story. Roslyn Faber was ready to explode. David wanted more. He wanted to coerce her into one of her spontaneous obscene outburst. Hopefully, young Libby would be provided an audible stimulation in addition to her disbelieving vision.

Roslyn came. David coerced. Libby watched and listened. Sue watched the distraught but responding Libby.

Quickly David used his big hands to slide Roslyn's legs to both sides of the lounge chair, dropping her feet to either side to totally expose her pussy as his fingers were ravaging it. He wanted Libby to see it all, to watch her mom pump her ass against his fingers in an uncontrolled fervor. He knew her hips would be unable to stay down, lifting instead to meet the demanding fingers.

He abandoned her clit, jamming his fingers deep inside with long hard strokes that evoked instant response.

It was quick after that. Fifteen seconds? Twenty at the most. 

Libby watched. She paid no attention to where her own fingers had drifted. Sue did!

Libby was focused...fascinated. How could it be so raw...so erotic...so compelling? And how could it be Mother responding to another man's advances?

Roslyn felt the rush coming. David recognized the body tremors and muscle contractions he had seen before. He was ready. 

Libby was not! When Roslyn exploded on David's fingers with an uncontrollable twisting body Libby was stunned. What followed next made her knees buckle.

"Fuck me, David! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Roslyn's uninhibited outburst filled the quiet air. Libby's knees buckled. She thought she was going to faint. This, coming from her mother?

Sue watched. She could almost tell what was happening out by that pool by just watching Libby. She knew that if nothing else went as they had planned at least it had been a resounding success to that point. Nobody had to tell her that.

She was simply watching Libby's fingers foraging inside her tiny swimsuit, slowly stroking her pussy!

David didn't quit after one time. He was on a roll with Roslyn. Hopefully things were leading to a responsive Libby, too. 

Roslyn continued to moan, occasionally spouting obscenities that were detectable to hidden virgin ears. Her body rolled constantly under David's influence. Fingers rubbed, delved, titillated. A mouth teased, tormented, pleased.

Roslyn came again; exploding so hard she lifted her head up off the cushion. The look on her face, the overwhelming intense pleasure...Libby saw it all on her Mother's face.

Stunned, she suddenly had two thoughts. One, her mother was getting it better than she. Two, this wasn't the first time her mom had submitted to David. It had all been too casual, too submissive. How many times? How long? Were there other men?

Over the next few hours it would all hit her, all would come together in small pieces. All the times over the past five years that her wise mom had softly whispered, had gently suggested that she might want to expand her experiences before marriage. Mother wasn't just suggesting to her...she was telling a story. Her own sexual story. My God! When she told her Mother about her own marriage problems only a few days ago was she only recounting her Mother's own personal experience in marriage?

She couldn't dwell on it. David moved away from Roslyn. Immediately Ros put her bottoms back on. Sue and Libby would be there any time. When Roslyn got off the chair and started walking Libby had a strange thought.

That was exactly how she had seen Heather walk at times! God, just exactly how much was she missing? Deep down, she knew the answer.

Things happened fast. Sue correctly calculated and timed the situation outside. Going back out the side door she reentered through the front, making sure her arrival was announced. A startled Libby jolted, realizing for the first time that her fingers were jammed deep into her bikini bottoms, her clit a stimulated bundle of nerves. She hastened, getting her stuff together and stepping outside to a devastated Mother and an expectant suitor. 

As soon as he saw Libby he had no need for Sue to fill him in. The limp walk, the red, anxious face...it all told him what he needed. Libby had taken the bait...hook, line and sinker.

Sue walked out within minutes. For the first ten minutes or so it was a strained atmosphere. Nobody seemed to know where to advance from here. An anxious David was beside himself in anticipation. A sexually drained Roslyn was trying to mask her frail situation. A devastated Libby was trying to regain her composure, to mentally shake what she had just witnessed in a disbelieving twenty minutes. It wasn't so easy with her body still responding to the stimulus provided by the lurid and shocking scene she had absorbed.

Sue watched in amusement. Wow! Just this was worth the price of a ticket! The sensuality permeating the air, the obvious lack of sexual direction for the two women.

Sue couldn't wait to see what would happen. For the time being, though, she was the hostess.

Food always breaks the ice.

And food always brings on conversation. In this case, much needed conversation. All four tried to cling to the words as they were spoken. Libby was having the hardest time of all. The vision, the sounds that had reached her...they wouldn't leave. Neither did the thoughts. Or at least some of them.

Her Mother was unfaithful, being finger fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother was unfaithful, being fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother was fucked by David until she exploded.

Mother fucked David.

David.

As the minutes, the hours passed it was David that became her overpowering vision. The hardest part to discard was that it was Mother involved. She was cheating on Dad! How long had it been going on?

But thoughts of those possibilities seemed to be washed aside each time she glanced at the man. The brief swim trunks did little to mask his size. She had already witnessed his expertise. What else was there about him she didn't know? How much that her mother already knew? 

Instead of the erotic curiosity, why wasn't there a total condemnation of the whole sordid thing arising from her soul? She should be totally devastated. There should be moral outrage, not just surprise. She should be angry beyond reason.

There should be no tingle between her legs. No inquisitive notions about David's apparent prowess with women. No fast heart beat.

But there was. Some was masked, some not so well.

Sue could tell. This was a very sexually excited young woman sitting in their presence. If for no other signs, Libby's constant glances at the crotch of David's bathing suit were enough. Libby was practically studying it!

Roslyn had no idea what was happening. She was still recovering from her own volatile explosions within the past hours. Somehow she knew she needed to calm herself, to again become the protectorate over her daughter's sovereign innocence. 

Her will was already eroding. It wasn't just the "deal" she had already made with the devil. It was the fact that, like Sue, she couldn't help but see the constant glances Libby was making at the bulge in David's suit. Libby's infatuation with David's cock was obvious even to the most casual observer. And there were no casual observers. 

During the daylight hours the pool offered some distraction, a chance for everybody to back off. However, as the evening progressed and the sun began to dip, even it became an erotic backdrop. From a shimmering source of relaxation it gradually became a lighted den of veiled evil, a wet trap for which the unwary could easily be lured. 

And for all she had seen that day, Libby still was unwary. The only one of the four who was not aware of the situation, she was oblivious to the danger that was so transparent to the other three.

Along with the darkness came a quiet, a stillness that permeated the night. Libby was becoming a little uncomfortable with her situation. Small talk was evaporating and she couldn't get her mind off David. How had he taken her mother so easily? Had he always been Mom's sexual release from an inadequate sexual situation at home? Of course not. David had been in America for almost twenty years. What? How? It certainly didn't start today.

But most of all, how did he make her mother come so hard, so quickly, so totally uninhibited?

What would that be like? Could it happen to her? She mentally shook her head. No, she didn't know what happened with her mother over the years but she was much stronger than that. Much stronger.

My-y-y-y g-o-o-o-o-d-d-d, what she wouldn't give to come like that!! 

Roslyn watched Libby continue to glance at David's cock. She read her daughter's thoughts. 

"Your soul, Libby. To get a cock like his you give up your soul. The price is very high."

A tiny electronic tone in the stillness of the night ended the awkward silence...altered the sequence of events.

Roslyn picked up her cellular phone and spoke softly for a few seconds before standing up.

"Glenn's home. I'm gonna get out of here."

David and Sue acknowledged her departure. They knew that the next hour was the heart of the whole day. Everything else had only been a build up. And the next hour wasn't going to occur unless things went well in the next 120 seconds.

Roslyn hesitated. She glanced at an inquisitive Libby. A sheep, she thought. So innocent.

And also so painfully frustrated with life. What kind of Mother would leave her to the wolves? What kind of Mother would withhold what she knew would be a life changing experience from her desperately seeking child?

She answered everybody's questions with one casual statement.

"Glenn said that Rob has gone out for a while with Bill and Heather. No need for you to rush home to an empty house," she lightly informed Libby.

There. It was out.

Although it left Libby a little bit out of sort, only the other three realized the importance of the flat statement.

Sue walked Roslyn to the car in a very eerie atmosphere. They were close acquaintances, not great friends. Each of them knew that. Yet Roslyn knew that if there were to be any buffer between her daughter and her lover that evening it would be Sue. At the moment, she wasn't sure if she wanted that intervention to occur.

As she watched Roslyn drive away, Sue knew that if the evening were to progress as planned she was going to have to make a plausible exodus. That she had any plans to actually leave and be left out of the picture was out of the question.

It had worked that afternoon with Roslyn. It had worked over twenty years before at the cottage. It had just worked when Glenn called Roslyn.

She wasn't going to trade a racehorse for a mule! If something seemed to always work why change?

Once the three of them were alone the conversation picked up, became much more animated and lively. For Libby, maybe it was because her Mom was gone and the visions from earlier were tempered. For the Elliot's, it was all prattle meant to fill a certain period of time.

An hour passed.

It was time to stop cutting bait and start fishing! The Elliot's were in danger of letting the evening slip away. 

A nod was all it took. David stepped inside the house and a few minutes later Sue's cell phone rang.

There was Sue's answer, silence followed by a twisted scowl, then frustration.

"You've got to be kidding me, Jamie! I love you, sweetie, but just exactly how far do you have your head up your ass?"

Libby cringed at the statement.

Sue hung up.

David walked out and looked at her with a very exaggerated dirty look.

"Surely not," he said and shook his head. "What this time."

Sue looked at Libby with an exasperated look and bitched.

"Jamie! This afternoon she ran out of fuel. Now she's locked herself out of the goddamned house! I can't believe this shit!"

Libby felt sorry for Sue. She felt even more sorry for the non-existent Jamie. 

When Sue got up to leave Libby rose, offering to ride with her. Sue waved her off.

"No, it won't take that long. I'll take her the spare key and be right back. Enjoy the pool!"

And she was gone, leaving the two together. 

David was beside himself. Here it was. It would never get better. Libby alone in the warm dark evening. He could feel the Viagra he had taken minutes before start to kick in. He was leaving nothing to chance.

There was strained silence. David was well aware of Libby's presence but Libby was drowning in his. For so long he had been her handsome, rich, generous, suave "Uncle" David that she adored and secretly coveted. That had all changed within hours.

Earlier that day he had been sort of an ogre, the bad man who had violated her mother. Somehow that had changed. Now, he was the sexual God who earlier that day had sent her mother skyrocketing into a sexual eruption. Libby knew full well that it had been a repeat performance, one that it had happened before. She had no idea it was actually a command performance, arranged solely to sexually arouse her.

Something had to break the ice, the strained silence.

David broke the silence. He held out his hand and softly suggested.

"Let's go in the pool. It's nice right now."

Libby hesitated for the same reason David suggested. First, she was going to have to remove the virtually transparent wrap that was her only protection from his attentive eyes. Second, she knew there would be close proximity in that dark pool. 

So did David. He won over. A timid Libby made the mistake of very slowly shedding her cover instead of just quickly removing it. To a captured audience in David it was more of a strip tease. David went in first, offering his hand to the trailing Libby.

He had no intention of giving up that hand if at all possible.

In the warmth of the water, Libby noticed his ownership of her hand. She just didn't object. Within minutes, without the limiting presence of others, their conversation was as light and lively as ever. It quickly turned into a perfect evening with her "perfect" friend.

Sue watched them from the darkness of the second story window. Thank goodness she didn't have to pay for a ticket for all of this. It would have cost her a fortune! Removing what little clothing she wore she settled down into a big comfortable chair and picked up the glass of wine that set next to her binoculars. Then very slowly she began to stroke what were already hard and incredibly sensitized nipples. No matter what happened this was going to be a show.




Now!! Ch. 06



She laughed softly at a thought. To her, Libby was fair game. To some degree, she was hoping that Libby would slap his goddamned face!!

She didn't.

David had thrown a couple of inflated balls into the pool. By grasping them they could stay afloat effortlessly even as he slowly guided them out into the deeper water. This was an older pool. Unlike the newer ones that were capped at two meters, this one was a little more than three. It had been designed to accommodate a high diving board.

Libby protested lightly as they entered the deeper water. Although she was active in sports throughout her life swimming was not a strong suit. She was assured by David's soft voice and his closeness.

And that closeness was already becoming more apparent. Within minutes she couldn't ignore the gentle brushes, the exploring touches. Mostly on the arms at first, it was quietly spreading to include her legs and face. Nothing threatening. In fact, it was very soothing, very tantalizing in a non-threatening sort of way.

Ten minutes later David "lost" his ball, letting it slip away to the other side of the pool.

"Oops," he laughed. But instead of retrieving it he instead just moved over to share Libby's.

Sue smiled from her hidden perch and picked up the binoculars. Things were about to get interesting.

"Very nice, David. Very nice," she admitted.

Libby viewed it in a different sort of way. 

It was comforting to have him so close in the deep water but his proximity couldn't be ignored. At the moment she was a newly married woman in a whimsical swimsuit caught in the darkened waters of a pool. The absolute hunk of mature man who was with her had just put his leg between hers. 

She couldn't miss the massive, rock hard cock protruding out of the top of his trunks and rubbing against the bare skin of her belly. She wasn't alarmed into action. Instead, she was stunned into inactivity. She couldn't move!

To be a new bride, things weren't going well for Libby Lee.

She couldn't miss how David was extremely attentive to her body, not missing a chance to touch or caress her at any opportunity. It dismayed her that she wasn't totally appalled by it. Instead, there were times it was very comforting if not a little erotic and there never seemed to be a time that that massive cock of his wasn't hard. That was very obvious both through the water and against her sensitive midriff.

They continued for another five minutes or so, clinging to that ball and trading idle chatter as she had little insight as to what was about to occur.

David's hand lightly caressed her upper thigh. Libby jumped at his touch.

"When is Sue going to be back?" she asked as light-hearted as she could.

Libby couldn't decide how well she liked the idea of being alone with David, especially at this time of night and under the circumstances. He was an older friend, but he was also a man. One who had paid obvious attention to her in the recent past. And one who had given much, much more than just attention to her mother.

"Oh, it won't be long. She should be back in an hour or so." David wanted to move on. His mouth was starting to become dry. The skimpy trunks he was wearing were intentionally loose at the waist and his hard kept protruding, releasing the massive head from under the waistband. He knew she had noticed but had to wait to see if she approved.

There was going to be nothing nilly-willy about his approach tonight. He had definite plans, a few with whom he had shared with Sue but most he held within himself. One thing was for sure. If he blew this it could very well be a one shot thing. If it fouled, it could be gone forever.

And he didn't plan on that happening. Tonight was zero hour.

He started kidding her, acting as if he were going to separate her from the floating ball. Slowly and carefully he was easing her out into the deeper water, the depth made even more sinister as they moved further from the poolside lighting.

David couldn't keep his eyes off her. Libby was beautiful. Her sleek body was covered with water and, as Sue had predicted, the nothing cloth covering her nipples and pussy seemed transparent once it became wet. It seemed he could see the paleness of her skin through it, even in the poor lighting. 

As they moved, he quit maneuvering her by moving the ball she was holding. Instead, he gently placed his hands on her leg and waist, spinning her around and moving her as he wished. Both of them knew she was loath to leave that little ball.

It was time. It all came to this. He glanced up at the house.

Sue was watching and thinking the same thing. He needed to be moving on. Long ago she had began a leisurely stroking of her nipples. Slowly, her fingers traveled down her stomach to find her sensitive and extended magic button. She was ready.

David sucked in his breath. "Here we go," he thought. 

His hand moved slightly up Libby's leg well above her knee and this time he didn't remove it.

Libby felt it immediately and her eyes opened wide. Where was this going?

Slowly, ever so slightly, the touching continued as he gave her little compliments. 

"Libby, you really look wonderful. You've taken good care of yourself and it really shows. Rob's a lucky guy."

It was all part of his scheme. Relax her, make her feel good not with just his hands but with his words as well. Somehow, he needed her to be receptive to anything he did. What he needed now was acceptance, not shock.

Libby wasn't lying to herself and pretending it didn't affect her. The little tingle that slid down her spine was unmistakable. Even though Rob showed her lots of attention and showered her with compliments it was different coming from David. Instead of just being nice, somehow it seemed very erotic. 

David continued his slow aggression for a long time. Each time she attempted to move away he seemed to be able to just touch her on the leg and stop her movement. And each time he made sure that it created a position that was more and more favorable to him. 

His cock lurched even more, more and more protruding out of his trunks. He could have adjusted but that was not in his plans. He started touching her a little more casually, an arm around her waist, his hand on her hip as he moved her about, always speaking softly and giving her reassurance about where she was in life and all that would follow. 

His conversation had turned sexy and mostly one-way. Libby couldn't believe that he was, for all practical purposes, being very suggestive about the quality of her sex life. She sure as hell wasn't going to answer.

It was a slow dawning, but recognition never the less that his touching was becoming much, much more than casual. Libby noticed when he reached around her for a slight brushing of her breast but chose not to react.

She just made sure she didn't do anything but it didn't stop him from totally abandoning the ball, sliding around instead and putting his arms around her, his hands constantly on her hips. He never said anything off color enough to frighten her, just small personal stuff. Even as concerned as she was she was starting to enjoy his attention. The questions, the suggestive comments, the little innuendos about her sex life, weren't just real close to the truth...they were also very stimulating.

David picked up on it as if he were a sex counselor. He moved forward, the words and gently touching accelerating. It was around her waist at first; just rubbing the lower part of her back, sliding his hand down her hips some, back up the full length of her back, and so on.

Libby was really starting to wonder where this was all going and was preparing to stop it somehow. His hands had long since been very liberal with the touch. She was very aware of his touches but was unaware that her lack of negative response was encouraging David to believe he was having his way with her.

Her lack of response made him bold. Softly, he slipped his hand all the way up and gently cupped the cheek of her ass. She immediately flexed her hips away from him and he smoothly disengaged. She assumed he had gotten the idea that he had crossed over the boundary and that it had to come to an end.

David wasn't to be put off that easy. Again he made an advance, running his hand slowly up and down her leg for a few minutes, not roughly but very casually. Then his hand slowly started to inch back up on the cheeks of her ass, brushing the cloth when he finally reached it. Most of her ass was already exposed just due to lack of cloth.

This time, when he cupped her ass with both hands, she knew for sure she had a situation and didn't know what to do.                

"David, please." She said to him quietly. To her dismay his hand slowly continued touching her cheeks, slipping his finger under the cloth as he casually went. He was trying not to alarm her any more than he was but he also knew there had to be some progress.

Two hearts were beating like crazy and both knew that it was becoming intense. She reached back and took his hand, removing it from her butt. There was no way to graciously escape his physical location to her without causing a scene.

"I think I should go." She was hoping the tone she gave him was enough to end it.

It took him less than a minute to react. He knew this was it. Something had to break the ice.

Libby had been relieved when she had felt his hands leave her ass. Suddenly her eyes flew open and her head came up.

David very slowly tugged the string ties on both sides of her bikini.

"David, don't touch me!" she barked at him. She reached for the strings, trying awkwardly to tie them back. It was to no avail. She couldn't maneuver herself on the ball and manipulate the tiny strings at the same time. She was hardly able to stay afloat as it was. She grasped the tiny cloth in her hand. She was naked except for the microscopic top!

Libby had thrown out a weak defensive gauntlet.

It had failed.

David knew this was it.

He put one hand on her upper leg and one on her unprotected ass. Slowly, quietly he started sending her in little circles in the dark water.

It was much like a dance they were doing together using the ball as a prop. It was frightening to her and she sucked in her breath.

But she said nothing, ignoring the hand gently massaging her bare ass cheek. Her silence was overwhelming. David thought he was in. An inexperienced and innocent Libby didn't know what to think! She was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. Her thoughts were, " where is this going, and how do I ever get out of it."

And there was a tiny, troublesome third nagging thought.

"Why am I not as repulsed as I should be?"

David moved on. He wasn't about to give any leeway. In her panic Libby had paid little attention that David had moved them back into the shallow end of the pool. Their feet were firmly on the bottom and he freed her hands that were still tightly grasping the ball. She had been holding it and her bikini bottoms like a life raft.

Carefully, David led her to the steps coming out of the pool. When she grasped the metal rail coming out of the pool he let her do so. He knew she needed to support herself somehow, to do something to keep her hands occupied.

Libby was bent slightly, grasping the rail as if was a magical savior, a "free base" from where she couldn't be "tagged." To her, it was over!

Instead, she had become practically exposed. Her bottoms were still in her hand and the tiny top had slipped to the point that her nipples were exposed and jutting hard into the soft lights.

She didn't know what to say...couldn't find any words to free herself.

David didn't want to talk. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let her walk!!

Slowly his hands slid up her legs. He had been there before, had already been stimulated by the firmness of her thighs. He needed to get past that, tempting as it was.

There was a definite target.

When he made contact with her crotch, lightly brushing her shaved pussy, he couldn't keep it to himself.

"Oh, my goodness," he said softly. He started stroking her very softly, brushing her with his fingertips. Her attempts to stop him were feeble, more of an erotic reaction than an obstacle. He teased her unmercifully before he moved to her clit. Instantly her body arched at his touch.

"O-o-o-h-h-h." She had jerked forward and let out a real low moan that he easily heard.

Having her pussy stroked wasn't new to her, wasn't so alien. Rob had done it many times with her.

But this was so different! Why couldn't she move? Why no attempt to escape?

Sue knew the answer. She had seen it before, had personally responded to it. She mentally gave Libby sixty seconds before she would be in his clutches.

David was masterful. His touch was knowing and unbelievable soft. He brought Libby up to a level she couldn't believe and kept her there. All at once her whole being, her entire world, was centered on that little stairway going up and out of the pool. There was nothing else.

It was a blissful torture. In spite of her peril and the expected return of Sue she was rocking her body back and forth, either in an effort to get away or an unwanted reaction instinctively keeping in rhythm with his touch.

"How could I have allowed this to happen?" she thought. Suddenly her thoughts flashed back to that afternoon and her mother. What the hell was she doing?

"Please, David. I don't want this." Her voice was breaking with a soft sob. She was gripping the rail with both hands, not so much now to steady her but instead more to relieve the tension quickly building from his exciting touches on her sensitive clit.

She looked up one last time to see if there was a rescue in progress. There was no Sue. She pleaded one more time.

"Please, David. Don't do this to me." It was very soft and quiet, her last stand, more emotional than physical as she reached for his wrist.

David didn't buy it any more than she meant it.

Rather than answering her, he simply increased the speed and pressure on the sensitive little bundle of nerves. She responded. This game was all over. He had won. If she had planned to extract herself from him or her situation she would have done so, crawling up and out of the water. Instead, her only response had been a pitiful soft sexy appeal that was much more a turn on than a deterrent.

"Here," he whispered in her ear. He took her hands in his, gently removing them from the rail. When her hands came up it were if it was slow motion, like she didn't know what to do with them next.

David knew exactly what he wanted her to do with them. He turned her around and gently sat her on one of the middle steps where she was submerged waist down. For all purposes she was totally exposed in the soft lights of the pool.

David pushed her back gently, making sure she was as comfortable on the hard steps as possible. His hands began a slow ascent up her legs. As he went up, he eventually lifted her out of the water by softly grasping both cheeks of her ass.

It was his game now, his rules. David knew that. Libby did not. She was still grasping for her innocence, the vows of her frail marriage. Her mind was still looking for a reject button, a quick solution to this situation she knew she surely couldn't want...couldn't continue.

Surely his warm, knowing mouth that was now ascending the inside of her right leg was against all rules of decency. Somebody, somewhere, please blow a whistle and stop this!

She certainly didn't have the will to do so!!

Once his mouth had played havoc with the insides of her thighs and the swollen lips of her pussy he finally teased himself to her clit. He didn't just find it hard...he found it wanting him. The tiny contractions of her ass cheeks snuggled in his big palms told him that.

It's time for the teasing to cease. It is time to please.

David carefully slipped her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head.

David licked and sucked. Sue watched. Libby Lee lamented and then responded!

Slowly she grasped the back of David's head. Now that was where he wanted her hands to be!

There Libby was, her head turning slowly from side to side and her legs spontaneously opening and closing around his neck. What a surreal scene. How could this really happen?

David knew. It was the culminating event of a plot that had taken months and months in his mind. And he wasn't going to miss one bit of it!

He kept his head lowered, nuzzling his nose in her bald slit and rapidly flicking out his tongue.

"A-a-a-h-h-h." Libby arched her back and turned slightly in response. In the middle of all this madness, how could it feel so wonderful?



David reached up and behind her neck. With a gentle tug the string gave way and her skimpy top dropped down to her stomach. Those perfect, small pale breasts were there for David's eyes to absorb. For the first time, his hand slid up to encase them, rolling her nipples in his fingers as he did.

Libby became a writhing mass of anticipation, never knowing where he was going next. He moved her legs just long enough to bring his mouth to hers, his kisses drifting from her stomach to the top of her head. She lifted her head off the steps to meet his, her hips coming up at times both in anticipation and in response. 

From above Sue watched and tipped her wine glass to David.

"You did it, you son of a bitch," she acknowledged. She settled down to watch. She knew this was just beginning.

For Libby, it seemed to be timeless. Her nipples had relinquished their fullness under his manipulations and had gone to being two pointed rocks of intense pleasure. 

David started a gradual, very hesitant trip back down from her ear to her clit, paying attention to every square inch of her on the way down. Her nerves were tattered, her hips rotating, legs opening and closing, bending her knees up and then making them as straight as possible, all with anticipation. Finally, he lifted her legs back up again and over his shoulders while his mouth again found the anxious target.

Slowly, his mouth again covered her swollen clit and he began to suck.

"M-m-m-m-m." You could have heard her moan a hundred yards away.

" Oh, please, please not any more teasing," she thought. She should have known better. This was a man that was totally controlling her, not an anxious boy.

David turned her into a never ending snack, running his tongue up and down her slit, gathering in the secretion she was pumping out in mass, praising her to no end about how nice it was and how good she tasted. 

"Please." she was whining.

"Please what?"

"Just...please." She couldn't take it any more but wasn't about to spill her life story. In this shameful, erotic haze Libby finally thought of Rob. Without fail this is where he would take her only to abandon her at the height of her pleasure. Would it happen again? 

"No, Libby. What do you mean?" David brought her back. He knew her situation at home. Now was time to use it to his advantage.

"You know."

"No, I don't. What do you want?"

"I don't kno-o-o-o-w."

If there had been any doubt whatsoever about where this was going, it was long gone. David had control and he damned well knew it. As much as he wanted to just slam into that promising wet channel, he had waited far too long to blow through this in a hurry.

"Is this what you want?" He moved his mouth back and, without hesitation, quickly slipped his big thumb into her wet pussy. 

He smiled devilishly as he twisted it around inside her.

He got an instant confirmation. Oh, yeah! She liked the thumb.

"O-o-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o-o," she thrashed around on it and moaned out loud. 

"Oh, my God! How could something so simple be so good?" Libby thought as she squirmed on the rotating, venturing digit. Her vagina walls clamped and released around it in sheer ecstasy.