Julie was surprised to awaken the following morning to the smiling face of Philip Randolph bending over her bed, she looked around hastily, good, no tell-tale signs of Pete or Tim were visible.
"How did you get here Philip," she gasped, being fully aware that the ferry didn't get in until the middle of the day.
"Oh easy Julie, with money you can do anything you want, I just hired a fishing boat to bring us across the sound, simple. How are you my dear, the sea-air seems to be agreeing with you I must say," he leered, his lascivious eyes greedily lapping up Julie's firm white melon-like breasts, fully visible from beneath the sheets.
"Fine, oh fine," Julie answered, pulling the sheet up over her quivering breasts, not fully understanding why she didn't want him to look at her, having been only too happy to be fucked by him just a few days earlier. Could it be that the experience with Pete and Tim has turned me off sex with Philip, she wondered.
Suddenly Julie heard a clanging sound out in the kitchen, "Who's that?" she questioned Philip.
"Oh that, it's Sylvia, my secretary, she came with me to the house to do some work. You don't mind do you my dear?"
"No… not at all," Julie replied, a little hesitantly.
"Well… I thought you'd probably be out sunning on the beach most of the time and we wouldn't disturb you."
"Oh, it's fine," Julie replied, not fully understanding why she was feeling so strange about another woman being in the house. I don't know what it is, she mused to herself, but there's something different about Philip, unless I'm mistaken, he's been making love to his secretary, he's nervous about something that's for sure!
Julie hoped that she would get out onto the beach before Pete and Rick stopped by the house, they had arranged to meet the following morning and Julie didn't want Philip prying into her affairs. She hoped that if Rick and Pete did come to the house, they'd be cool at least… but she needn't have worried, neither of the young men came to the house.
After a rather strained, silent breakfast, Julie announced that she was going out onto the beach. "I'm taking some lunch with me, so don't expect me back until early afternoon," she called to Philip and Sylvia as she left the house. Julie was convinced by now that Philip and Sylvia had been making love, it was so obvious from the sly glances they gave each other. Obviously Philip's regretting he ever invited me to his house, she fumed. Well… I'll come back in a little while and check up on what's going on… unless I'm very much mistaken, I'm going to catch them fucking.
Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and Rick turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing her back affectionately, "what's wrong, doll?"
"Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns the house and he has his secretary with him."
"Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled.
"Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted. "Listen doll, if you want to go back to the mainland today you could go with us, I've got some business to attend to in town. Want to come with us?"
"Yes," said Julie immediately, not wanting to lose touch with either of the men. "Look I've got to go back to the house now, why don't I meet you at the dock at noon, there is a ferry then, isn't there?"
"Sure, it's settled then, you'll come back with us… good, baby, because believe me, Tim and I have definitely decided not to let you slip away from us, you luscious sexy piece of womanhood," Pete growled, cupping Julie's breast with his large hand and squeezing it sensually.
"Oh stop," giggled Julie, "save it for later."
"You are a minx, a sexy minx," Rick grinned lewdly.
"It's taken you two to bring it out believe me," Julie said seriously, "I was beginning to think I'd sort of shriveled up and died sexually. First Philip Randolph melted the ice and then you two practically blew a volcano under me. No wonder I've been so miserable lately, it's because my husband hasn't been making love to me."
"Well just you let me talk to your dumb husband, baby, and I'll set him straight, one thing is true, give a woman a good fuck every day of her life and she'll be your devoted slave."
"Oh you male egotist," grinned Julie. "It's true isn't it?"
"I'm ashamed to admit, it is," Julie sighed, "at least I feel completely different since you two made such beautiful love to me… well, see you later."
Pete and Tim watched Julie scramble up over the dune and then disappear in the direction of the house. "Now, there goes one hell of a woman," sighed Pete.
"Whew, you can say that again," grinned Tim.
"Now, there goes one hell of a woman," Pete smiled broadly.
"Oh shut up, you mad-man, I didn't mean it that way."
"Nonetheless, it's true. Say, what are we going to do about seeing her in Manhattan?"
"Don't worry, leave everything to me, that little lady is certainly not going to slip out of our grasp. I wonder if she'd go for a fully fledged orgy. Maybe we have a stag party when we get back, say half a dozen men and Julie… how does that sound?"
"Terrific," grinned Pete Howard, "really terrific!"
Julie crept up by the side of the house and slipped in by the kitchen door. She couldn't hear the sound of a typewriter, in fact at first she couldn't hear a thing… then slowly she began to hear soft sounds coming from the bedroom.
Just as I thought, she fumed to herself, something is going on with those two. She tiptoed to the bedroom, it was unmistakable, the sounds coming from within and she felt her stomach knot up with anger, even though she knew she had no right to be angry. She and Philip had no agreements with each other, still, he had been her lover only days before!
The bedroom door was slightly open and quietly Julie moved towards it and peered around the edge of the door. A debauched, orgiastic scene confronted her. Philip was there on the bed with Sylvia and they were both entirely naked!
"Allright Sylvia baby, move your cute little ass," she heard Philip growl.
He was on his back, kneeling over his torso, facing toward his feet was Sylvia, her long chestnut hair hanging down over one shoulder and she craned her neck to see the long hardened cock of the man beneath her lancing straight up into her tiny vagina. Her breasts, Julie saw, were small and firm, high on her chest and well-spaced and as she watched, Philip's hands came around under her arms and clutched at them greedily while at the same time, he guided her up and down on the huge rod of his penis.
Completely spellbound, unable to tear herself away, Julie watched as that marvelous cock – the same one that had brought her so much pleasure, disappeared upward into his secretary's cunt, except for a tiny stretch of it visible above his tightly drawn up scrotal sac. At that moment, Julie could have scratched the little bitch's eyes out… but what good would that do?
Then Julie noticed Sylvia's hand, slide back through the white curving columns of her thighs, the fingers searching for and finding the short, hardened bud of her clitoris. Eagerly, the finger rubbed caressingly, and as she watched, Julie became aware of the moisture seeping down into her own panties, the warmth being generated down there permeating her whole belly. It was completely unwanted, and she toyed briefly with the idea of throwing all pride aside, tearing off her own clothing and joining them on the bed. But she couldn't do it… she wanted to leave and she wanted to stay. Her eyes widened as she watched thrust going deeper, her own blood pumped faster and every fiber of her sex-stimulated body strove for a second fulfilling orgasm.
Suddenly, she was aware of something else. Pete, kneeling there beside her… who up till then had been content to watch, saving himself… saving the best for last – she remembered him saying… was caressing her softly rounded ass-cheeks, his hands massaging the straining flesh.
The something else was like a rocket booster to her passion; his fingers grazed lightly over the brownish puckered flesh of her anus.
Tentatively, the pad of his probing middle finger pushed at the sensitive flesh. Her first reaction was a moaning request to stop, but then when without warning his middle finger thrust into her rear passage up to the first joint, she knew that it was something she wanted – perverse as that desire might be.
"Y-yes! Oooooooooooooh, God… yes! Shove your finger up my ass, Pete! Shove it in all in!" Philip's cock was plunging in and out of the girl's quivering vagina. "Philip, make me cum," sobbed Sylvia, "oh baby, make me cum!"
"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" groaned Philip, his lust-contorted face grinning sadistically. "Make you cum again baby, like last night, you want to cum like that again?"
Oh thought Julie, so it's true, they've been lovers before, no wonder she was so uptight with me the first day I went into the gallery, and the second time come to think of it. Oh God! I've got to get out of here now, I can't wait until noon, I'll just pack my things up and wait at the restaurant until the ferry comes. I never want to see Philip Randolph again as long as I live!