Lisa called Sally the next day after Sally's fuck with Ziggy and suggested they go to the beach together.
"What abut the kids?" Sally asked warily. She didn't have anything personally against children, but they certainly cramped her style. If she wanted to put up with that kind of interference, she would have had her own. And that simply was not on Sally's agenda for some time.
"I can put them with my mother," Lisa was quick to say. She was aware of Sally's feelings about having kids around, and though this hurt her, she also understood why.
They agreed to meet at Sally's house and within a half-hour, Lisa honked outside the door.
Gathering her beach bag and her dark glasses, Sally raced out of the house, disappointed that no new friends had come to her place of abode and that she had to search one out at a public beach. Well, she rationalized, she could use a little sun and a change of scenery.
Lisa drove quickly towards Long Island. It seems that they weren't simply going to the beach, but to a friend's house on Fire Island. Sally's heart quickened. She had never been to Fire Island before and she bombarded Lisa with questions all the way over on the ferry.
"It's more fun on the weekends," Lisa admitted. "But it's still fun during the middle of the week!"
Sally hoped so. She had heard about the wild sex orgies that went on in some of the more hip communities, and she certainly hoped Lisa's friends lived in one of them.
"Cherry Grove?" Sally asked Lisa as they trudged through the sand towards a neat row of odd-shaped houses. "Isn't that where all the faggots are?"
Lisa admitted that the homosexual population was heavier in Cherry Grove than in some of the other communities, but the house they were going to had a mixture.
"How come they're not working during the week?" Sally wanted, to know. She glanced around at various men on the boardwalk who were hardly her idea of masculine examples.
Lisa explained that Ed and Mike were unemployed actors collecting compensation and that Ralph was a writer who always spent his summers on the island.
"They're not gay," Lisa said, "but they have friends who are. They only stay in this community because they can't afford a house in The Pines."
The two young women stopped at a grey clapboard house with an American Flag on a pole in the front. All around the house were flowers brightly blooming.
"Sure is pretty," Sally said. Thank God she remembered her dark glasses. She couldn't remember the sun being so bright. Right now it was burning her shoulders and she was grateful when they knocked on the front door.
"Yes?" a male voice rang out. Sally was grateful the voice had no trace of a lisp, though it was beyond her why three straight guys would live in a gay community.
"You're too up-tight sometimes," Lisa chided. That was one thing she couldn't figure out about her friend. Though liberal to a fault in her, own sexual excesses, Sally was sometimes a downright puritan when it came to others' preferences.
The door opened, and there, framed against the darkened living room, was one of the best-looking dudes it had been Sally's pleasure to ever meet.
They entered the house and Lisa introduced Sally to Ralph.
"My pleasure," he boomed, extending his broad hand to Sally and looking her over.
"Where are the others?" Lisa asked, setting their tote bags down on an empty chair.
"They'll be back," Ralph explained. "They went on a beer run."
Sally sat down self-consciously on the old couch. The house smelled of the sea and she found that sexually exciting. No wonder people were always fucking around on the beach, she thought to herself. The whole ocean smelled like cum!
"Can I get you girls anything?" Ralph asked, looking from one to the other and trying to decide which was the prettier.
Lisa wiped her sweating brow. "I sure could go for something tall and cool," she said. "Whatever you have is fine with me! How about you, Sally?"
Sally nodded in agreement. She watched Ralph, she rose from his chair, all six feet three inches of tanned and muscled man. His tight ass-cheeks barely moved as he walked to the kitchen to get the booze and mixers. But his back fairly rippled and Sally found herself getting that old familiar twitch between her thighs.
"Put on some music if you want!" Ralph called in to Lisa.
Lisa rummaged through the albums, selecting Herb Alpert. As the brass hit their ears, Lisa winked at Sally.
"Nice, huh?" she asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.
Sally winked. She knew Lisa got a big kick out of fixing her up with handsome men when she wasn't out on the prowl for herself, or when they didn't just pop up on her doorstep.
Ralph returned then with the drinks and handed each girl a glass.
"How about you?" Lisa asked him. "Aren't you drinking?"
Ralph shook his head and produced a joint from a plastic vial.
"Nope," he said emphatically. "This is my summer for grass and nature! No artificial anything!" And he smiled at Sally.
Sally flushed, though she didn't know why. She was as real as shit!
As she listened to the conversation Lisa was having with Ralph, it dawned on Sally that Lisa must have met Ralph before she got married. Certainly the restrictions her husband and children placed on her didn't allow her as much freedom as Sally had. She would ask Lisa later for details. Right now, she was just happy that Lisa knew such a handsome dude.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the screen door banged in the back and Ed and Mike bounced in.
"Hey!" they cried in unison upon seeing her. "Long time no see, honey!"
And they toned her high in the air, doing a little dance in the process.
"So this is your friend Sally!" Ed cried.
He peered down at her as ho stood over her chair. Sally thought to herself that he was handsome enough to be a movie star, certainly much better-looking than the pudgier Mike who seemed used to playing the clown.
As they sat around drinking and making small talk, Sally thought with a little ruefulness that she wasn't getting much sun. In fact, if they didn't move out to the deck pretty soon, she would return in the same condition as she had arrived.
Just then, Lisa asked if there was a phone.
Mike pointed it out to her in the bedroom and Lisa disappeared. Sally suspected that she was calling her mother with some excuse why she wouldn't be home until later, and when Lisa once again reappeared, she announced that she could stay awhile longer.
"Why don't we go on the deck?" Ralph suddenly suggested.
The group moved outside and Sally was grateful. Though it was cooler in the house, that wasn't the reason she had come to Fire Island.
From the deck, they had a great view of the narrow strip of land that was the island. As the gin and tonic began to mellow her out, Sally refused Mike's offer for another drink. All she would have to do was get drunk and be carried to the ferry. As it was, Lisa was drinking so heavily, Sally feared it would be she who ended up driving them home.
"Here," Ralph offered. "Try this," and he pushed his joint upon her.
Sally took a deep drag on the acrid smoke, her eyes smarting.
"Just hold it in your lungs for a long time," Ralph instructed. "You'll feel it in a few minutes."
Sally did as she was told. She welcomed any excuse to remove herself from the reality of her life and trying grass was just one more way out. Ralph was sitting in a deck chair next to her now, his long brown leg dangerously close to her own paler one.
"Feel anything yet?" he asked curiously. Sally smiled into his light-brown eyes. She could see yellow flecks in them now that she hadn't noticed before.
"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe it's the drinks."
Ralph smiled. "Sure," he said. "Maybe it is!"
And he took a deep drag on the joint himself before extending it to her once again.
Sally took the smoke as deep into her lungs for as long as she could stand it before passing it back to Ralph. Her whole body seemed to be suffused with a wonderful kind of dizziness. Her nerves seemed close to the surface of her skin so that even the rays from the sun were like a kiss. The closeness of Ralph was comforting to her, and though she desired him, she felt none of the eagerness to get on with the fucking as she normally would have.
"You're a very pretty lady," Ralph was saying. His voice sounded near, then far away, but very familiar.
Sally sprawled on the deck chair, her hands resting on the arm rests, her toes moving back and forth. Her eyes were closed and she could feel the faint breeze from the ocean side brush against her face. Then, wondering what had happened to the others, her eyes flew open.
"Where's Lisa?" she asked.
Ralph chuckled. "Probably getting it on with Ed and Mike," he said. "You know, double your pleasure, double your fun?"
Sally smiled. "Yet, right," she said.
Then she felt something hairy brush against her arm. It was Ralph's arm as he pulled his chair closer to hers.
"How about it?" he asked her. "Want to join the others?"
Sally thought about it. With three guys, she could take one cock in the mouth, one up the ass and one up her cunt. Though normally this idea would have held enormous appeal for her, she felt as though she couldn't move out of the chair.
"Not right now," she told him, holding her breath for his reply.
"Good," Ralph said. "I wouldn't want to share you."
The next thing Sally knew, she was being lifted off the chaise lounge and being placed on an air mattress on the deck. Then she could feel Ralph's fingers fumbling around on her bikini, swearing softly to himself as he struggled with the bottom half.
Now Sally enjoyed the luxury of lying nude on the deck, her two tits jutting up towards the sun, her blonde beaver getting even blonder from the powerful rays.
Ralph let out a low whistle. "I can't understand any man letting you out of his sight," he told her. "If you were my wife, I'd keep you chained to the bed!"
Sally smiled to herself over the compliment.
She raised her hand to his he ad, letting her fingers drift through his dark hair lazily. The house wasn't exactly secluded; in fact, it was possible to see other decks with people on them, but Sally no longer cared if everyone in the world watched Ralph fuck her. She was so carried away by the grass, sun and this male next to her, she almost wished she was being watched.
Sally need not have worried about that at all. Several people in the surrounding houses has flashed on her blondeness and had gathered around to watch the proceedings.
"You know what I'd like you to do?" Ralph asked her.
"What's that?" Sally replied, knowing very well what he wanted, but preferring to hear the words from his own mouth.
"I'd like you to suck my cock," Ralph told her. "I'd like you to swallow my cum, every last drop!"
Sally opened her eyes to see Ralph standing now and stripping out of his trunks. It was instantly obvious to her that he must have sunbathed nude quite often. Except for the pinkness of his cock and balls, his skin was evenly tanned.
Sally reached out with her hand for his swollen prick and began jerking its velvety skin back and forth in her soft hand.
"That's nice," Ralph told her. "But get on your knees!"
Sally felt almost too lazy to move, but the idea of sucking off his beautiful prick was incentive enough to get her up off the air mattress. Ralph spread his legs and took his cock in his right hand. Then, with his left hand, he brought her head to his prick and thrust it into her open mouth.
"That's it!" be told her as he began to rock back and forth on his heels, plowing his prick deeper in her throat.
Sally relaxed her throat muscles in the way she had trained herself to do after seeing Linda Lovelace's famous performance. She prided herself on the fact that she could take just about any cock up to the hilt, but she didn't always like to do this right away. She pulled Ralph's cock out of her mouth and held it up to his stomach so that she could suckle his balls.
Ralph felt her pink tongue licking and sucking away on his fuck-sac and his face grimaced with intense pleasure. Now she was forcing both his nuts into her mouth where she rolled them around on her tongue like the prized jewels they were.
Ralph felt himself weakening, his heart racing faster and faster, and he tried to control himself from shooting his jizz all over her head. But Sally had moved on now to his asshole and was licking the opening to his bung with relish.
"Holy shit!" Ralph cried. "I love that, you bitch!"
And he began thrusting his hips back and forth uncontrollably.
With a satisfied smile, Sally then returned to his cock, concentrating on the broad head, digging her tongue into the piss-slit and lapping the underside where the big vein was. She loved to give head to someone who was as vocal about his enjoyment as Ralph. He was carrying on now with such guttural sounds and groans that she feared it would be over before they had even begun! But Ralph exercised an enormous amount of control in not splashing his load until his cock was firmly anchored in her mouth.
Sally felt she had to move faster now. Her fear that he would prematurely pop his wad prompted her to shove the entire dick in her mouth, sucking it deeper and deeper into her throat. When it felt as though his huge cock was tickling her tonsils, Sally began bringing her head in and out and back and forth on his prick the way her own cunt would work on his loins.
Ralph didn't know how long Sally could stay on the island and he deliberated over whether or not to shoot his load now and recuperate for some heavy fucking later, or what. The hell with it, he thought. If she could stay, the wouldn't be sorry, but he had to come!
He seized her head in his hands, pushing it back and forth on his dick more and more furiously.
"Oh!" he grunted. "I'm going to come!"
And before he could even think twice about it, he felt his jizz unleashing itself in hot heavy spurts down her willing mouth.
When the first blast of sperm bit the back of Sally's throat, she almost gagged, but experience had taught her to relax and swallow as swiftly as she could. She knew this gave the impression that she was gulping down his very essence, as indeed she was, but she didn't mean to appear greedy. It was a matter of survival.
When Ralph had shot the last of his jism into her mouth, Sally held his prick there between her lips until she had drained his balls thoroughly. Only when his giant cock began to retreat to its normal size did she relax the pull she exerted over his rod. Now Ralph sank to his knees next to her on the deck. His mined cock was dangling between his legs, forlorn-looking to Sally. She reached out to hold it, but Ralph pushed her back and stuck his tongue down her throat. He could taste his own cum on her tongue and it excited him. Her tits were pushing into his chest and her beaver was caressing his thighs. Though Ralph never thought he could get it up so soon, his cock rose without manual stimulation and began nosing its way between Sally's thighs.
Sally felt the thickness with delight. Her hand reached down to seize his cock and guide it into her box as she continued to kiss Ralph deeply. Ralph sighed and pulled her closer to him. They were on their sides now and Ralph made no move to mount her. Gently and lazily they began to rock back and forth, in and out as Ralph's cock penetrated the interior of Sally's box.
He noticed with pleasure, how her cunt contracted around his shaft, as though trying to squeeze more cum out of it, and his cock retained its thickness despite her manipulations.
Sally's box was throbbing now. Her cunt was like a gaping hole that opened and closed without any directions from her. She wanted to devour his cock, keep it inside her forever so that she might never feel horny again, but she knew his cock wouldn't be any good without his body thrusting it deeply in and out.
Her hands squeezed his buns, marveling at their muscle tone, their seeming ability to take all kinds of abuse from her yet still spring back into place. She wanted to leave some kind of mark on him because of her inability to have his prick fucking away inside her forever, but she didn't know how.
Ralph was aware that he was fucking some kind of animalistic bitch, and he wondered about her heavy needs. However, he was very happy she had chosen to exercise them on him, and he rutted away back and forth in her cunt, his breathing labored and strained.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sally cried in rapid succession.
Despite her intentions to fuck Ralph forever, it was about to end. She would fuck again, she told herself wildly. It was only ending for now! And she heaved and bucked and thrust her hips around so fiercely her cries were of agony as well as ecstasy.
Ralph felt her snapping box going wild on his prick. It was like a game their genitals were playing with each other and Ralph felt he had as much at stake as she did. Though winning was really coming together, coming by himself was important, also.
"Are you coming?" he asked homely.
He knew it was a mindless question, especially considering the outrageous way her cunt was mapping at his cock. But he never could think very clearly when he was having sex, and why the fuck should he?
For an answer, Sally made one last snap with her cunt and refused to let go of his cock until she shuddered into nothingness. They lay still for, a long time on the deck. Sally could feel a puddle of sweat underneath her naked body on the plastic air mattress and she felt sticky. She groggily got to her feet and staggered towards the house.
Inside, the coolness was welcomed by her and she went into the bathroom to shower. As she left the bathroom, she could hear giggling from the next room and peered through the half-opened door. Lisa was getting taken care of pretty royally by Ed and Mike. Sally watched Lisa sucking off Ed while Mike fucked her. Normally this would have turned her all on again, but she was too exhausted from her bout with Ralph.
Ralph passed her then on his way into the bathroom and made a playful grab at her ass. Sally danced easily by and went onto the deck to retrieve her swimsuit. Glancing at her watch, she hoped Lisa wouldn't be too long with Ed and Mike. Though she didn't know how long the ferries ran, she suspected they didn't run all night long.
When Ralph rejoined her on the deck, she asked him how long he thought his friends would be occupied with Lisa.
"God only knows!" Ralph smiled. "I've seen them keep chicks inside there for days!"
Sally wondered about this, but she wasn't about to argue with Ralph. She found him pleasant company and gave him her address in case he should ever be in her neighborhood. Ralph solemnly tucked the information away in his brain, though he doubted he would ever use it. He had big plans for himself, and a continuing relationship with this married chick was not on his agenda.
"Let's take a walk," he suggested. "Maybe by the time we get back, Lisa will be ready to go."
"I wonder!" Sally mused, but she was glad for the opportunity to see more of the island. Not bothering to ask Ralph where they were going, she strolled with him down the narrow wooden sidewalk to a large building sitting right on the beach. For as far as her eyes could see, Sally saw nothing but men. Golden bronzed men wearing skimpy suits. As she had gotten plenty of sun on the deck with Ralph, Sally was grateful when he suggested they enter the casino.
Inside, the juke-box was blaring away, even though it was only four o'clock in the afternoon. Ralph led Sally to an empty wooden table and they sat down. She was fascinated by all the people drinking and laughing away as though life was one continuous cocktail party. A bored waiter came by to take their order, and Ralph asked Sally if she wanted something to eat. Sally realized she was starved and ordered a hamburger.
While they waited for their food, Sally tried hard not to stare, but it was difficult. Several girls were in the bar dancing with the men and each other. Sally wondered if she would get up in public and dance with Lisa and decided that if there was one place she would dare to do this, it would be on Fire Island.
When their food came, Sally wolfed her hamburger down so quickly, Ralph couldn't help but comment on how hungry she was.
"I should think you'd be filled up by now," he said slyly, and Sally felt a hot flash between her legs.
But it was no longer for Ralph. One thing, Sally decided, she couldn't stand to do was to repeat herself in the same day with the same man! She canvassed the floor for a new conquest.
Just as she spotted a tall, blond man nude to the waist, the doors swung open and the gang from the house came in. Lisa's face was flushed and happy and she greeted Sally with a big hug.
"I can only stay for a drink," she said. "And then I think we'd better go."
Sally didn't really want to leave right there and then, but as she was riding in Lisa's car, she had no choice. Ed and Mike went to the bar and got the drinks before sitting down at the table. Sally watched them carefully to see how they related to Lisa. They seemed in as high spirits as she was, and Sally was pleased that her friend had had a good time.
They left a few minutes later, with kisses all around and Ralph offering to walk them to the ferry. Once again, Sally repeated her invitation to Ralph and he promised he would take her up on it.
As he watched the two girls waving from the departing ferry, he even thought that he might. Sally was a really beautiful chick and she sure as shit was a great fuck!
"Why didn't you come into the bedroom with us?" Lisa asked as they drove along the Long Island Expressway.
"I was too busy on the porch," Sally admitted. But she was curious all the same, having never been to bed with more than one person at a time. "What was it like?" she wanted to know.
Lisa's face split into a wide grin. "It was fantastic," she said. "I really wished you were there!"
"Maybe next time," Sally said.
Lisa was driving faster than usual and Sally knew she was anxious to get the kids back from her mother's before her husband got home. As for herself, Sally felt positively luxurious with the absence of her Bill. She had several more days left in which to amuse herself, and she departed from Lisa with promises to get together shortly. Lisa kissed her fondly on the cheek and Sally got out of the car.
At first she didn't notice the light on in the kitchen, as the kitchen was in the back. But when she went to stick her key in the door, she looked through the window with astonishment. A man, with his back to her, was helping himself to something in the refrigerator. At first Sally thought Bill had come home, but when the man turned to put a piece of watermelon down on the counter, she realized he was a stranger.
Sally freaked. Who could it possibly be, and what on earth was he doing in the house? She glanced quickly at the doorknob to see if it had been broken into. Though the door was slightly afar, it showed no signs of illegal entry. She pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen. The man still had his back to her and was now carrying the watermelon to the kitchen table. Sally saw that he was about her husband's age, over six feet tall with blond hair.
"Hello!" Sally said, taking the bull by the horns.
The man whirled, startled.
"Oh!" he said. "Hello!" And his eyes raked her up and down.
"Who are you?" Sally asked. "And what are you doing in my home?"
The man's face spread into a broad grin. "Don't go getting your balls in an uproar," he cautioned. "I'm a friend of Bill's. An old Army buddy actually, and he told me I could stand here."
His eyes took on an imploring look that went straight to Sally's heart, but she still wasn't convinced he was on the up and up.
"Really?" she asked coldly. "And where did you see my husband?"
"In Ohio," the man replied. "I'm Jason Hedges," he added extending a broad palm in her direction.
Sally didn't take his hand. A long time ago someone had told her a woman offered her hand to a gentleman, not the other way around.
"Look," Jason said. "I'm not a common thief, so why can't we just talk and be friends?"
Sally edged her way closer to the table. "I'm surprised Bill didn't let me know you were coming," she said.
"I guess that's my fault," Jason admitted. "I'm kinda down on my luck and there's a possibility I might get a construction job in these parts, so Bill gave me an extra key and told me to nuke myself at borne."
It was odd, but had Sally met Jason under any other circumstances, she would have been highly pleased. But the fact that he was a friend of her husband's didn't sit too well on her conscience.
"How do you know my husband?" Sally demanded.
"Bill and I were in the Army together," Jason said, taking a bite of his watermelon.
There was nothing intimidating about his behavior at all, and despite her better judgment, Sally began to relax.
"Here," Jason said, jumping up from the table and pulling out another chair. "Have a seat. Do you want some watermelon?"
Sally wasn't too thrilled being offered her own food, and she shook her head no.
"Don't worry," Jason said. "I'm not a free-loader. I intend to pay for my room and board as long as I'm here."
"And how long might that be?" Sally asked, lighting a cigarette. She peered coolly over the smoke as she exhaled.
Jason gave a short laugh. "Hard to say," he admitted. "But as soon as this job comes though, I'll be able to get a place of my own."
Sally wondered why he wasn't married. He was about Bill's age, and though their occupations were very different, she could see Bill hanging around with someone like Jason very easily.
"Excuse me," Sally said. "I've just come back from the beach and I'd like to change and shower."
She felt full of sand as well as cum and wanted to face this new prospect refreshed and with her wits about her.
"Go ahead," Jason said warmly. "I won't get in your way!"
His cheerful insolence was getting on Sally's nerves. Upstairs, standing under the hot spray of her shower, Sally wondered if perhaps Bill hadn't sent Jason back here to spy on her activities while he was away. It was such a real possibility, Sally had to fight down all her natural attraction to the handsome lawn. This, too, didn't make her feel too swift. But come what might, Sally was confident she would be able to handle this fresh twist to her suburban life.