Phil stayed at one of those old boarding houses with its smell of cooked food, wet clothing and rotting wood. On the second afternoon as he went to the beach for sun and a swim, he suddenly ran into a living ghost.
"Well, now, Phil, I thought you'd show up," said George Panther.
"Ah, George." Phil shook hands. He had no grudge against the sleaze promoter.
"Vic Singleton expects us aboard the yacht," said George, waving his hands towards the bay.
Phil looked out to sea and rubbed his eyes in astonishment. There was Vic's yacht as it had been on that long ago day.
"Vic wants to see me?"
"Yup. He's got some new wild idea. Texas Bunny's over there, and Maddy and Flair. Vic himself of course. Your hotel gave us your forwarding address and Vic already figured to come back to his old stamping ground for a few days."
"I'm leaving town!" cried Phil.
But he was only kidding. He was curious. And on this trip George's boat had enough gas for them to reach the yacht without swimming.
"AquaFun," said Vic.
Phil and George found him seated in the big cabin where the Catalina steak dinner had been held. Lined up behind drinks were Texas Bunny, Maddy and Flair. There were polite nods.
"What's AquaFun?" asked Phil.
"My new water show," said Vic proudly. "Our new water show. Billy Rose had a trademark on 'Aquacade' so we'll use my title. We'll use your show schedule across the country, featuring my Singleton swim suits."
"We will?" said Phil.
"That's only the beginning," said Vic. "What goes on in Atlantic City every year since 1921?"
"The Miss America contest," said Phil. He'd already seen some of the contestants around town.
"The war may reach us," said Vic. "I hope it doesn't, but it probably will. Roosevelt can hardly keep us out. We can't affect that, but wars are grim. People need something soft and beautiful and glamorous in troubled times. Like a new beauty contest, only on the West Coast instead of here. Sponsored by Singleton swim suits and others. We'll build up to it in about a year. And Texas and the girls can go along on your shows while George gets us publicity and I get some of my old radio friends to push us along. It can't miss, huh, Phil?"
Phil sat down gingerly as if he expected his pocket to be picked and stared at them all. Texas Bunny, who already had a pretty good reputation as a singer. The beautiful girls, Maddy and Flair, who could sing and swim. George to line up talent and boost the shows. Vic to bankroll a much classier line of productions in the colleges than he'd been able to afford. Costumes. Musicians. Tabloid versions of the aquacades. Why not?
Suddenly he grinned.
"I don't hear anything that makes me want to jump overboard," he said.
The rest of them cheered, somebody put a drink in his hand and the ice was broken as everybody babbled happily at once.
But soon a strange silence fell. The moon hung low over the bay, while a soft ocean lapped at the yacht's hull. Restless people came together, broke apart. Phil felt aroused. Something sexual had to happen with this crowd because all three females excited him and he knew he excited them.
But how? The tension rose. He wandered into the bar to find the girls seated all in a row, nervously playing with drinks, like teenagers at a dance, hoping to be asked, dreading it. Vic looked keyed up. George looked scared. Suddenly Phil could stand it no more.
"What I suggest," he said, his voice almost a shout, "is that we turn off all the lights, send the crew below deck, remove our clothes and play 'Sardine'!"
There was a moment of shock and then the happy, relieved babble started again. The game was what they needed to get started.
The game of 'Sardine' is usually played in a large house with many rooms, halls and other hiding places. One person is chosen sardine. The lights go out. The sardine hides. The guests search for him. As each person discovers him, he or she bodily piles on top of the sardine, trying not to giggle or laugh and give away the hiding place to those still searching. As more and more guests find the spot they throw themselves bodily on the pile, making a people pyramid. The object is to be first, or at least avoid being last to find the sardine and join him in his sardine tin. Playing the game nude adds a distinctly erotic flavor.
Phil guessed that the yacht would do nicely and that the game would only go one round, and he was right on both counts.
Vic sent the crew below, all lights were put out and everybody stripped, the girls giggling. Phil was selected as 'sardine'. He streaked directly for the deck-level stateroom and dove on the bed with the big "S" on the spread, the bed where he'd first screwed Flair so long ago, where he'd seen Vic toss Maddy.
Seconds later the bed filled with nude, squirming bodies, male and female and seconds after that cocks were pumped hard by feminine hands, cunts stroked wet by the men. The orgy was on, the game over.
Phil found himself on top of a warm, voluptuous and squirming nude female. He had her face down on the bed. Without finding out who it was in the dark, he forced his cock under her ass, found her cunt and violated her.
"Ahhh, yes," sang Flair. It was her rounded buttocks, firm and muscular that he rested on, as he fucked his prick deep into her belly to make her groan in pleasure at her unsealing and him to gasp with friction joy.
Fair enough. He had not plugged her delicious belly since taking her maidenhead so long ago, yet her cunt was sweet and tight, very hot, very wet on his rocking, oozing blade.
Somebody had gone into action next to Phil. He reached out a hand to enjoy the luxury of feeling another couple ream each other while he did his stuff. His hand stroked the soft, shapely thigh of Texas Bunny, on top of her a man who turned out to be George Panther. Phil didn't know it, but George had once more or less plugged his niece, plugged Flair but had only had Texas in the butt. Now he rode his prick happily up into the belly of Bunny, humming in pleasure. They ground on each other with furious intent.
Phil let their rocking bodies inflame his senses while under him crazed Flair bucked fiercely enough for them both.
"Oh, oh, fuck," sang Flair.
"Ah, lover, love your marvelous prick," keened Texas to George.
"Hot, loose-boned woman, sexy," gasped George.
"Round-up time," laughed Phil. His shaft received tremendous surges of joy from Flair's cunt. But what was the use of losing yourself in your own trip when a whole orgy went on around you. He reached over and turned on the light. There was a "thump" and he saw that Vic and Maddy had fallen on the floor, pushed off the hot exertions of the other two couples. Vic was on top of Maddy, giving the girl's rich body a fantastic reaming. Vic made up for what he'd lost at Niagara Falls two years before. The fall from the bed didn't even disturb them. They kept on plunging, making happy carnal sounds.
"Eeee, yesss, good!" came from Maddy.
"Hot little bitch," drooled Vic.
It was easy to see that while each couple was self concentrated on their own hugging, caressing, kissing and fucking they were highly stimulated by the other hot sex going on around them. The bed shook as if in an earthquake.
Phil grabbed Flair's big tits from underneath, hugged her firm body tight and gave her a cock-sprint of furious action, reveling in the knowledge that with athletic girls you could be a little rough. He dug his mouth into the sweet flesh of the back of her neck, making her surge and rock faster under him.
"Uh, uh, uh."
She was getting there in a hurry, thrilling him unbelievably. He was ready for this. In recent years and all this summer he'd gotten control of his lust that interfered with his business, had almost reached a state of celibacy. His neglected cock now made up for lost time.