"I saw her. They say she'll star at the Philadelphia Sesquicentennial and get $10,000 for it."
"And you can be the next Gertrude Ederle, baby. Listen."
Vic took off his robe, revealing his own nudity. An average-sized cock, very hard, jutted up from a nest of white-streaked pubic hair. The sight of it sickened Phil as did the realization that the older guy had a pretty good body. Phil guessed that bootlegging had kept old Singleton physically active. Maddy took hold of that rival cock and jogged it, while Vic rubbed his hand into the glossy black hair around Maddy's cunt and then fingered into her. They both moaned and made pleasure sounds of sexual arousal. "Mmmmmmm. Ah, ah."
Phil's cock was hard, and so were his fists. He burned to leap into that bedroom and kill Vic, but he was still too stunned to act.
"Your clever boyfriend, Phil…" Vic resumed.
"Ex-boyfriend," Maddy interjected.
"… has got it all fixed up," said Vic. "He has an agreement with the owners of Catalina Island to put on an all-invitational swim. Since I'm putting up the dough, it'll be the Victor Singleton Invitational Catalina Swim. It's open to everybody, amateur and professional. Dubs and pros. I'll get my name in every newspaper in the world because nobody's swum that channel yet, not on record. How do you like that?"
"It sounds great." Maddy leaned up on her elbow to look down at Vic. "I'm glad Phil's finally getting a break."
"Now comes the best part. You, Maddy Metcalf, will win that swim, Phil thinks. He wants to train you for the next two or three months. We put on the big swim next January. At that time of the year the island is dead. This brings in a thousand tourists which the owners like, which is why they've agreed to it."
"Oh, Vic!" breathed Maddy.
"We'll both be world famous!" cried Singleton. "Me as sponsor, you as swim winner. Then we can get married!"
"Oh, Vic!" cried Maddy.
It was as if someone had hit Phil with an axe. Married! It had gone that far!
"We are going to get married, aren't we?" asked Vic.
"I told you I would, lover," said Maddy. "First you had to give up bootlegging."
The fact that Vic wanted to marry Maddy and that she would accept him stopped Phil cold. Now he could not invade that bedroom to try to reclaim Maddy. He could only listen in agony. And watch… as Maddy leaned over Vic's body and sucked his prick into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, lover!" crooned Vic happily.
"Does Phil know about us?" asked Maddy, jacking off the man in the soft gleam of her saliva. "Does Flair?"
"Uh, so good! Flair suspects, but Phil doesn't know. I told him you nursed my mother when the old lady won't let anybody near her but Old Lady Cosgrove. Nobody knows you're on my payroll but working in New York charity wards until I could convince you to marry me."
"I'm ready," said Maddy.
Phil felt his world shatter. Everything he'd done for Maddy would fall into Vic's arms. His project… Vic had the money for that, he didn't. Vic and Maddy would come out on top of the Catalina swim. Worse, he'd actually removed the last barrier to their marriage by pulling Vic out of the rackets. Before that Maddy wouldn't marry him. He? He was no better than a servant, like those two thugs Vic used to keep with him. Even worse than that, he could hardly be angry at Vic. He'd deflowered Vic's daughter in front of the older man's eyes, just about. He had shot off his gun in the mouth of Vic's mistress as the man walked in on it. He owed Singleton something for that and Vic got it back now by taking his woman!
"There's one more hitch, Vic," said Maddy. Phil listened as hard as Vic did. "You'll have to get rid of Texas Bunny. She's your mistress."
"Ah, child, I'm through with that mixed-up broad. Do you know she actually wanted me to fuck her in the ass? Perverted! I've already walked away from that one!"
And who, thought Phil bitterly, made Texas bold enough to reveal her back door hang-up. I did by falling in with her fantasy.
"Such vulgar talk," said Maddy. "I don't want to hear any more."
Then Maddy gave a happy laugh, straddled the ex-bootlegger and fit his stiff shaft to her pink slit. They both bucked and Phil saw the ultimate horror, Vic's cock violate Maddy's precious cunt to take possession of her belly.
Tears stung Phil's eyes as he watched Maddy's elegant legs spread wide, Vic's prick work in and out of her belly and her white buttocks squeeze in ecstasy. He wanted to tear himself away, yet he could not. It was as if he had a penance to pay to watch his rival fuck his dream girl. He witnessed their carnal pleasure, their grunts and moans of rising passion, seeing the man's blade flash faster and faster into his beloved, decorated with her hot, willing juices. She flexed and keened in exquisite joy. It seemed forever before they rose to climax, but Phil watched it all. At last Vic held those white, round buttocks to lock Maddy's pelvis to his and gave a happy cry. "Oh, I'm gone!" and spurted his hot seed into her cunt.
"Vic, ohmigod!" responded Maddy. She gave up her own orgasm in healthy pleasure as Phil could tell from her paralyzed body, dazed eyes and loin jerks.
As they clung together, panting, glowing from their hot sex run, he could finally turn away in sorrow. Behind him the window leading on to the deck was big enough for him to escape through. He managed to get out on the deck, where he stood alone, staring up at a big moon that made the black waters of the bay glitter.
He'd swum out here alone. An hour before after the last show he'd met Flair as he strolled toward the Steel Pier heading for his boarding house. She told him Maddy had arrived and was on Vic's boat. She said they weren't supposed to go over there till morning; she was staying over with Texas. Even then he hadn't been suspicious.
But walking on alone he suddenly decided to surprise Maddy. He hid his clothes on shore and swam to the yacht, enjoying the cool night air. In these magic moments he was on top of the world. Once aboard the yacht he went straight to the bathroom for relief, and that was where Vic and Maddy trapped him and changed his life forever. In a single hour he'd been plunged from the heights to the depths.
A dripping figure came up onto the deck from the ladder. Moonlight glittered on the gleaming, nude figure of Flair Singleton, water drops like crystals.
"I saw you swim out," said the girl. "I figured I didn't want to spend the night on land either."
Phil was still in a state of shock. "Your father… Maddy. They're lovers! They plan to get married."
"I was afraid of that," said Flair. "He's been chasing that stupid broad for a long time."
"He… they… I saw them just now. They fucked!" cried Phil as if it were something beyond all human ken.
"You still love her," said Flair.
"No, of course not, I…"
Phil became aware of a shooting pleasure in his penis. He looked down. Both Flair's hands had closed over his hard-on. His prong was still rigid from the hot scene in the cabin.
"Oh, now," he said, startled.
"Texas has told me about oral sex. She gets great store on what she called 'cocksucking'. Will you teach me?"
"Flair, I…"
Phil wanted to say he was in no mood for sex. He never wanted to touch a woman again in his life. His soul was shattered and he'd been thinking of diving over the side of the yacht and sinking into the depths. He could see the shocked, sorrowful faces of Vic and Maddy as they stared down at his corpse in his coffin. How they'd regret their hot sex together!
Flair fell to her knees. She bent his cock down. She took it in her mouth. She sucked on it awkwardly. Phil felt a whisper of sexuality turn into a rush of pleasure.
"Now, Flair, dammit!" he protested.
"Teach me, Phil! I have to find out what suck is like."
"Oh, listen, I don't think I want to… ahhh!" Without thinking he bunted his cock into Flair's hot, sucking mouth, feeling the wetness, feeling the sexy ridge of her teeth drag over those sensitive cock nerves.