The wedding dress was no more. In the short interval that the dinner had taken place, someone had slipped into the bedroom and slashed it to threads. Long, useless pieces of satin fluttered from the dressmaker's form and torn veils littered the floor.
Phil froze in shock. Maddy gave a gasp and then uttered a scream of rage. She plunged out of the room. Phil recovered and rushed after her.
What happened next took place so fast that no one could stop it. A furious Maddy seized one of the steak knives from the table, then jerked Flair up from her place at Vic's side.
"You bitch!" shrieked Maddy. She plunged the knife into Flair's middle. The knife hung there, quivering while Flair gasped, her face going white and began to crumple. Maddy turned and sped out of the room, tearing off her dress. Naked but for panties, she leaped to the boat rail as Phil followed her and executed a dramatic dive into the water.
Phil cursed, stripped off shoes, pants and coat and went over the rail after her with considerable less elegance than his idol, Doug Fairbanks. There were several boats moored at the landing rack. He climbed into one and started off in hot pursuit of the swimming Maddy whose head was already beginning to disappear in the murk.
Silence. Phil and Maddy rested alone in a tent along the Avalon shore. Phil had caught Maddy, brought her out of the water but she didn't want to go back to the yacht. He found a friend who was glad to give up his tent so that Phil could settle Maddy down. They had a long talk, the first time he'd been able to speak to her out of Vic's shadow since she'd come back into his life. Some time passed.
Phil was anxious to know how badly Flair was hurt, but Maddy insisted that the steak knife wound was slight. "It hardly went into her at all." Well, Phil couldn't be both places and he was sure that Vic and George would do all that needed to be done to help Flair.
The rest of the time they talked about the old days, their hurts and small triumphs. Phil was delighted to find that she had her doubts about marrying the older man. As he looked at her in all her beauty, her face glowing in the soft, golden light of the kerosene lamp in the tent, he felt his cock begin to thicken. The old desire to fuck her luscious, creamy body was as strong as ever.
He put his face close to hers.
"Maddy, are you sure you didn't destroy that gown yourself!"
"What!"
He kissed her on the mouth, thrilling to the soft lips, the sweet breath. She gasped in spite of herself.
"Cut it out!" she cried. "Why would I destroy my own wedding gown?"
"Part of you doesn't want to marry Vic. You're in too deep, can't admit it to the world." He felt under her blanket, cupped a rich, naked breast, feeling the nipple respond at once, coming up hard against his palm.
"Non-nonsense!" she cried softly. "Don't do that. I don't want sex. I hate all men!"
He desisted but his hard-on persisted. After a moment, he sneaked a hand under the blanket, this time to cup her pelvis and touch her cunt, sexy in those almost-dry panties. For a second she opened her legs with a groan of desire, but then closed them and shoved his hand away.
"No, Phil, I won't be seduced."
He thought she would. He thought she needed the relaxation of sex, then sleep on the night before the big race. He felt a rising excitement. Here, at last, he was getting some of his own back, after dismal months.
The tent flap opened. Flair came in, wearing only her one-piece bathing suit. She stared down at them. "I didn't do it, Maddy."
"Flair!" Phil jumped up.
"No," she said, answering his anxious expression. "The knife didn't go in very far, Maddy. Not that it feels too great, but it only needed a small bandage. Daddy's madder than hell, though. He wants to kick us both out of the race for unsportsman-like conduct; torn dresses and flashing knives."
"He can't do that!" flashed Phil.
"He needs the excuse," said Flair. "There's been too much talk about a rigged race in favor of his daughter or his fiance. Have you fucked yet?"
"What?!!" said Phil.
"Of all the nerve…" Maddy began.
But Flair reached into Phil's shorts and found his rock-hard cock which she brought out with a murmur. "Just getting ready, I see."
And while both Phil and Maddy stared in horror, Flair bent her head and sucked Phil's stiff manhood into her mouth. Phil gave an immediate groan of pleasure. He'd been sexed up for quite a while.
"Flair! What are you doing!" cried Maddy as she suddenly sat up so that the blanket fell back and her naked breasts shone in the golden light. "You tore up my dress, now you come here and pull this vulgar…"
"I didn't tear it. Texas Bunny tore it. She's always been mad at you for grabbing Dad," said Flair between sucks. "Anyway, I need Phil's prong. I need sex so I can relax and sleep, in case Daddy reinstates us tomorrow."
"Don't do that in front of me!" cried Maddy, jumping up. "How dare you do that! Phil, stop her."
"She n-n-needs sex to reduce tension!" sang the happy Phil as Flair sucked deliciously on his shaft. "So do y-you, as I was trying to tell you a minute ago!"
"You beasts!" cried Maddy.
"Come on, Maddy," said Flair. "You've been fucking the heels off my father for weeks – on the yacht, the train, in hotels. You know what sex is all about, so why resent me and Phil having a little?"
With a cry of despair, Maddy grabbed her blanket and fled the tent.
She was gone exactly twenty seconds, not quite long enough for Phil to enjoy a couple of hot, open-mouthed kisses, feel up Flair's gorgeous-breasts and mount her saddle.
"Phil, are you going to f-f-fuck that odious girl!" cried Maddy.
Phil stopped. "She says she needs the relaxation and relief from tension. You don't."
"So do I," said Maddy. She stripped off her panties and stretched out next to Flair. "And you're my trainer, not hers!"
That was the beginning of the best sex Phil ever had, in that modest tent under the golden light of the kerosene lamp. Never again would he smell that kerosene smell again without remembering those two luscious, naked girls, both voluptuous, both exquisitely built, both equally hot, both yearning for the plunge of his rock-hard cock. In size, weight and richness, in their supple bodies and large, firm breasts, they could've been sisters.
There was really no choice to make. Phil had hungered for his randy Maddy for too long. Quickly he mounted her hips and violated her wet, swollen cunt with his eager cock, crying out in delight as he targeted home in the hot, waxy tightness of her cunt.
"Oh, Maddy!"
"Oh, Phil!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," said the third voice. It was Flair, who far from being angry, seemed delighted to witness two other human beings in hot sex, a new thrill for her. She used her fingers between her legs to good effect as Phil and Maddy grunted and groaned, rocked and keened, sucked and caressed, as if they had to destroy each other's blazing, sex-hungry beings.
But Flair had no intention of missing out on the action. She noted as Phil hugged his sex partner his head extended past the head of the girl getting cock-reamed. She sat behind Maddy's head and opened her legs.
"As long as you're not doing anything much at this end, how about a little tongue?" she begged.
Phil gave a cry of delight and began to suck on Flair's cunt while he drummed his blade into Maddy's writhing belly. Maddy protested but there was nothing she could do, pinned down by Phil's weight and driven to glory by his big, thrusting prick. Maddy had been used to sex with Vic and while Vic was all right in sex, he didn't have Phil's body, Phil's prick girth, or Phil's youth. In no time at all she completely forgot about Flair as she went dizzy with the sizzling friction of crazed prick deep in her cunt. She humped and panted and cooed like a silly girl on her first wild sex trip.
Flair could hear the meaty sound of male cock digging into female sheath, she could see the stretched-out Maddy, alive with friction madness, shaking to her fabulous drilling… and she could enjoy Phil's hot, sucking mouth and tongue on her box. The stimulation of watching two adult bodies fuck while having her own parts taken soon lifted her to heights of glory. "Oh, my heavens, it's ta-tooo much!" she cried.