Billy Rose introduced the first aquacade to the American public at the Cleveland Fair in 1937. Nothing quite like it had ever been seen before. The moon, the stars and the sky served as an overhead setting for his ten thousand seat amphitheatre, with the waters of Lake Erie as a stage, or part of the stage.
A water curtain of dancing fumes, colored by lights served as a curtain. When it was turned off the audience saw a long line of performers clad in white, skin-tight bathing suits, well over a hundred of them. Slowly they peeled off into the water in majestic domino fashion.
Early in the show Eleanor Holm appeared in high heels, wearing a sequined swimming suit and royal cape to match. In seconds she was in the ice cold water showing her world famous backstroke, spurred in her efforts as the cast knew, but the public didn't, by little schools of minnows that sometimes got stuck in her suit. Not that the beautiful swimmer, later to become Mrs. Billy Rose, needed extra help in speed swimming. She was a 1932 Olympic champion. Johnny Weissmuller, an Olympic swimming champion of earlier years, made the hearts of the women in the audience beat faster before he went on to a second career as the film hero, Tarzan.
Serious and comic diving and figure swimming by specialty acts and a chorus of champion swimmers held the audience spellbound. Barges manipulated an actual stage more than three hundred feet wide and about sixty feet deep when it was necessary to cover the pool for music and dancing. Best of all, the prices for seats in this spectacular ranged from forty cents to ninety nine cents. Billy Rose had mastered the technique of serving brilliant spectacles to the masses at prices they could afford in depression times. From Jumbo in 1935, he'd gone to the fabulous Casa Manana show at Ft. Worth in the Texas Centennial Fair in 1936 which won him the Cleveland assignment and opened the door to still greater triumphs to come. The Cleveland show was both a milestone and an unforgettable innovation in the history of show business.
The Austin Sisters barely made the cast by virtue of the fact they were both beautiful and could swim elegantly. Without Texas Bunny, their singing was strictly of the show business average variety.
Phil came in off the road to try out for the big extravaganza, and looked up both Maddy and Flair. The two young women gave him the distinct cold shoulder, so he left Cleveland without even an audition.
After the show, George and the two girls headed for Buffalo where Flair's father, Vic, had recently bought a radio station. The West had not agreed with the New Jersey ex-bootlegger. "Not enough people," he groused. "Not enough audience for a real radio station." His goal was to buy into the New York market, but so far Buffalo was as close as he could get. While the girls rested in Vic's Buffalo home, George went to see his old friend.
"You can forget the Austin Sisters," said Vic. "They ain't going anywhere. Not without Bunny."
"She hasn't exactly burned up the majors either," said George. "Neither has Phil Griffin. We're all just treading water, you ask me."
"Forget Griffin," said Vic. "What those girls need is marriage, good husbands. Maddy's thirty-two, for Christ's sake, and Flair's thirty-one."
"They still look like eighteen," said George.
"Still young and hot," nodded Vic. "That's why I told Flair and Maddy they had to get married while they've still got it. We need to get married, too. This show business is a killer."
George's eyes gleamed. "What did you have in mind, Vic?"
"Flair for you and Maddy for me," said Vic. "We can pop up to Niagara Falls and tie the knot, as Winchell says."
"Holy Christ!"
"Listen, we need sexy young wives and those two kids are spinning their paddles. So let's get the act together. I told the two of 'em yesterday. We should've done it ten years ago, like I was going to marry Maddy at Catalina."
George glowed all over. "They'd never hold still for it, but…"
"Sure they will. A woman gets sick of all the one-night stands, cheap hotel rooms and loneliness. Not to mention smart aleck young guys. They need mature men with a few bucks in the bank. Like you and me."
Maddy came awake feeling a hot mouth covering hers. As she sleepily kissed back, dreaming it was Phil, a wet tongue snaked into her mouth. Her nipples were caressed, starting fires, and she felt warmth, smooth, moist skin.
Then she came awake to find Flair nibbling along her jaw. Flair was naked and had pulled open the robe Maddy slept in.
"Oh, cut it out, Flair," said Maddy. "We've done that too often in too many hotel rooms."
"Better than nothing." A pink tongue teased, thrilled her ear.
"Not much."
She put her hands on the sweet slope of Flair's back and caressed down the flesh, her fingers pleased by the muscles and the yielding softness.
She knew she'd get aroused. She and Flair would have each other. They'd each feel loved and sexual tension would be relieved. Yet as she dreamily stared at the sunshine coming through the window she realized this was the first time in a year they'd slept in a real house. At home, even if it was just Vic and a couple of servants. As Vic said yesterday when he brought up marriage, the road was a killer. There were night club patrons that wanted to toss you for a one-night stand. Besides that there were only musicians, who had their booze and their reefers and who were always broke. You died wanting guys. So it was only natural, even if perverted, to crawl in bed with your best buddy, even if she were female, and hold somebody who cared and have somebody who cared hold you. Once in a while, not too often, she and Flair slipped into pussy love.
Almost absently she bucked her loins as Flair dug fingers into her cunt and made her hot oils run. Flair's belly kisses skittered some excitement across her flesh, but really now.
"I've got something new," murmured Flair.
"You've always got something new," said Maddy. "Single dildoes, double dildoes. Fingers poking rear holes, cunt balls, feathers, candles."
"This is different."
"Bring me something called 'cock' with a real, loving man attached, Flair."
"You want to marry my father, again?" murmured Flair.
"He's terrific," said Maddy with a rush of deep feeling. "But I guess you couldn't stand George."
"Sure I could stand George," said Flair. "Why not? He fucked me once on a train, and it wasn't too bad. He loves me – us. He'd go crazy being faithful and he has a few bucks, too. Don't let those sleazy looks fool you."
Maddy could believe Flair. Flair never reacted like other people. She could probably marry George and be happy. And she? With Vic? Why not?
"You've still got it for Phil," said Flair.
Maddy frowned. She began to buck her belly real fast. "Do me! Do me!"
Flair laughed and began to suck her cunt. Maddy lifted up and groaned in pleasure, going hot and wet. Flair caressed her big breasts and Maddy got hotter. She was into it now, wanting the breathtaking surge of orgasm. Then Flair eased up and straddled her head so she could eat Flair's cunt. As Maddy dug her tongue, her mouth into the soft, wet chamber she thought of Phil, his strong body, his big, powerful prick-stick, loaded with liquid flames. Oh, Phil, Phil, she thought gobbling Flair's clit, making the big blonde moan. Flair meanwhile kneaded her own breasts with the swollen nipples and rose to peak.
They were both close to orgasm now. Maddy knew Flair's next move was to lie back down on Maddy's body while they stroked pelvises and cunts to glory, hugging.
Flair rose. "Here comes the new thrill," she warned. "Ready?"
"Whatever it is," said Maddy.
Flair spread her legs, her crotch over Maddy's high breasts. The stream of piss started slowly and then began to gush, golden liquid spraying on Maddy's tits, her cleavage.
Flair thrilled to ecstasy to release her urine stream on Maddy's lovely body. She could see, and hear, the bubbling stuff strike the silken flesh, spread, body-warm, on Maddy.
"Oh, my God!" Maddy's eyes went big, her whole being frozen in shock.
"T-told you it was new!" cried Flair.
Squatting she slowly worked down Maddy's body, decorating her with the streaming girl piss, feeling the thrill of her emptying bladder, letting everything go against all the wise rules of mankind. Down over the belly, the abdomen.
"Almost there!" gasped Flair, wild-eyed. The act of pissing just about made her come. Maddy's body was a blanket of urine now, golden and shiny. "Ahhhhh!"
The last squirts shot onto Maddy's dark pubic hair and cascaded down over her oil-wet cunt. Flair was empty. She stared down at Maddy with hotly gleaming eyes.
At first the body-hot stuff shocked Maddy to stillness. She felt the sting of the piss, smelled the smell. Suddenly she wanted the whole humiliating experience, to feel Flair's bladder completely emptied on her nudity. She gasped as if she'd dived into a pool. It was the ultimate outrage.
Flair gave a cry of delight, fell on top of Maddy's body and hugged her, the pee serving as a hot stimulant between their bodies. Flair's cunt rocked on Maddy's. Maddy surged up, crazed with the freak sex act for the moment. The girls clung together, wallowing in Flair's piss, rising in perverted ecstasy to orgasm. Then they both broke.
"Ahhhhh." Throb, throb, throb, went Flair.
Maddy's cunt expired with ecstatic squeezes as she reveled in the tight body lock and the unspeakable fluid that sealed them together. She worked off her spasms crying animal grunts. Then everything faded into the sweet afterglow of sex.
Then Flair rolled off of her and laid back, her face shocked, her big luscious body smeared with her own piss.
"Jesus, what have I done?" wailed Flair.
Maddy got up slowly, inevitably. "Ruined your father's bedclothes and maybe a mattress," she said. "Also you've reached the limit, Flair. Ended it, once and forever. We won't have sex again. The next stop would be the nuthouse."
She walked to the door, heading for the bathroom, her body smeared with urine, her thighs still wet with oil and more of Flair's piss.
"I'm going to marry your father," she said. "You'll marry George."
Lying there Flair knew Maddy was right. There was a point when wildness with sex got dangerous. Her flaunting of taboos was over.
A week later the two couples were married in a double ceremony, Flair to George, Maddy to Vic Singleton, thus completing a courtship that had begun over ten years ago. George was in seventh heaven; the girls mellow. When Maddy asked Flair who had torn up her wedding gown at Catalina, Flair confessed that she had, and everybody laughed. So much for ancient, knife-wielding passions!
There was no question about where to go for a honeymoon, or two of them. Niagara Falls was only twenty miles away. The two couples spent the afternoon ogling the majestic vistas of the two great falls, the American side with its famous separate Bridal Veil Falls and the much wider Canadian Horseshoe Falls. The guide told them the American side was 167 feet high and about 1,000 feet wide, while the bigger Canadian Horseshoe was 158 feet high and 2600 feet wide. He added that several people had actually gone over the falls in barrels and survived, while some had not.
"Right now there's another nut planning to go over. He wants to swim the rapids above, reach his barrel on Goat Island, between the two falls and then go over. Naturally the authorities will try to stop him, but if a man wants to commit suicide, it's pretty hard to prevent it. The guy may make it; he's some professional swimmer named Phil Griffin."
The two couples looked at each other. "Holy mud!" cried Maddy. "We ought to stop him!"
"I say let him go," grunted Vic. "At least he won't be screwing some poor guy's newlywed wife, making sex trouble for a change."
But they weren't going to be able to evade their old friend. He was in the dining room that night as they enjoyed a luxurious wedding feast and he came over to wish the couples well.
"I heard all about it on your radio station," he told Vic. "Lots of luck in your marriage."
A suspicious Vic grunted his thanks and offered a limp hand. Maddy thought she saw exquisite pain in the back of Phil's eyes. They discussed his crazy mission, trying to dissuade him, but he pointed out that he needed the publicity to get his water shows started again. He invited them to see him shove off. He planned to take off under cover of darkness, reach his barrel on the island and do this stunt in the morning. He had his own photographer hidden out, and this way he could evade the authorities.
Vic declined the invitation to see him off. "We have other business tonight," he said dryly with a possessive glance at his bride.
Phil saluted them and was gone, Maddy's eyes following him, looking worried.
Nine o'clock. The moment of glory for George Panther as he and the new Mrs. Flair Panther retired to their bedroom. She had a gorgeous black lace wedding nightie to set off her tanned good looks. George looked forward to a wild night of sex that would be the finest hour of his passion life. He was eons away from Atlantic City and his bit whores of 1926!
But Flair talked to her father on the phone and then excused herself, giving George a peck on the cheek.
"I've got to talk to Daddy for a moment. I'll be right back. I won't be gone more than five minutes." And she darted out of the room with her nightie absently clutched in her hand. George wasn't sure why that made him nervous.
"She's gone!" Vic exploded when his daughter reached his room.
"Gone where!"
He flung a note at her. "To save that young bastard's life."
Flair gasped. "We've got to catch them." She ran to the window and looked out at the wild expanse of trees and river, hearing the roar of the falls.
"I won't chase her!" said Vic. "I'm the husband. She has to come to me, want me."
"Daddy."
"No. If that little bitch wants to spend her wedding night with some young idiot on a boat on the Niagara River, so be it. I'll settle her later!"
Flair grinned, locked the door and spread out her nightie.
"I thought it was strange that you'd marry Maddy after all these years and that she'd go along." Flair started to undress while Vic looked at her with a horrified expression.
"You know who you really wanted to marry, at least sleep with," she teased him. She was out of her dress, taking off her bra.
"Flair, stop! I'm your father. What do you mean!"
She went on coolly. "I mean married to young Maddy no one would suspect you of fooling around elsewhere."
"Flair, I command you?"
"And Maddy could never trust Phil as a wage earner. So it works out perfectly. We each get the lover we want, plus security." Her slip was gone, her panties came down. There was only her sleek hose held up by garters and her high heels.
"Scandalous girl!" he cried. "I forbid this!"
"You want it!" she whispered, coming to him. "I want it. You always have, I have always." She took out his cock which was stiff as a board from watching his sexy daughter undress.
He moaned as she began to jack him off with warm hands.
"We can't… do this," he muttered. "Incest!"
"Say it and get it over with," she laughed, thrilling to the movement of soft flesh over hard love muscle. His cock throbbed in joy.
Vic was beside himself. A thousand times since Flair had grown up he'd lusted for her smooth, tanned body, the big, bountiful breasts, and the hot, wayward little cunt between her legs. Yet he was shocked to the core to think of sex with his own daughter. His belly was on fire with pleasure, his blade loaded to the brim to explode. As he stared at her in horror at this perverted sex, the excitement, the magnificent outrage, the utter sexiness of it, he knew he could not hold back. All day long he'd been unconsciously thinking of hot sex with Maddy. To have it with Flair was so carnal and vulgar that he could not hold back the rush of semen.
"Oh, Flair!" he cried.
His cock burst, shooting out high strings of jism through her fist, while he trembled in ecstasy and relief. Spurt, spurt, spurt. It was copious and extraordinarily powerful for an older man's ejaculation. Flair looked down in surprise as he shot off three gorgeous flings, then she quickly knelt, capped his geyser and milked the rest of his Daddy-seed out of his prick.
"Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, God!" he moaned in exquisite joy, looking down to see the daughter-mouth harvest his spuming manhood. He held her head and gushed it all out with tender gasps, until he was empty. Then he staggered back.
"There!" he said in triumph. "You see I can't make it with you."
But Flair only grinned. She licked his spent, warm sperm off her hand and then turned to her sexy, see-through nightie.
"That was only your last defense," she said. "Premature coming. But we have all night to do it right. Come to bed."
The nightie, black and enticing over her smooth, young flesh contained her charms enticingly. If anything she was sexier than before.
"What… what about your husband, George?" he asked.
"There'll be plenty of nights for George," she said. "He's waited a long time. He's younger than you. He can wait. This is what I really want on my wedding night!"
It was what he wanted too, Vic knew, though he'd denied it for years. He got into bed naked, with his daughter in that sexy nightie. He put the idea of incest from his mind. This was a young person, a body, he wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck!
Now that Maddy had deserted him, now that he was converted to the idea, he decided it was best to make the most of it. It was a little strange to be fucking his own daughter on his wedding night, but then the whole human race was strange.
At first he used fingers to relieve her of her own tension, masturbating her until she gurgled, locked her thighs and gave up gentle throbs of orgasm. Then he began to kiss and play with her body in that sexy black netting, reveling in the feel of seductive cloth over warm, satiny flesh. His cock began to get hard but his jism reservoir was not yet filled.
Slowly, easily he got acquainted with her body, feeling then kissing those big tits, then peeling back the cloth to gobble the hard naked nipples in delight.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered in ecstasy.
He kissed her belly, her cunt, her thighs. He turned her over and kissed her back, her smooth, rounded buttocks and back thighs. He placed her back in the first position, took off her nightie and spread her legs to suck lusciously on her full-flowing cunt. Flair was so hot she writhed in happy agony.
"Oh, oh, oh. Suck me, take me," she whined.
She couldn't last long. After all those years of wanting and waiting she was a firestorm of passion. In no time at all she surged up, froze and paid off her sex treasure to his cunnilingus.
"Ahhhhh. Now!" she yipped and throbbed over her relief and sweet joy.
Her recovery was quick. Each orgasm only lifted a woman to higher erotic planes. Now they were ready for the master fuck, because Vic's cock was fully restored.
First Vic mounted her with his knees under her armpits. He lifted her head and shoved his stiff cock into her mouth. He looked down on her beautiful face and saw his jong fuck in and out of her mouth while, big-eyed and happy, she sucked and licked gently. Then he moved down to her breasts, his cock gleaming with her syrup. He laid the reddened, alive blade between her breasts, made a tunnel of her breast meat and rocked in pleasure.
"Oh, baby, you do have tits."
"Ohhhh, my nipples," she moaned.
The friction was exquisite but Vic rationed that pleasure. At last he arrived at her cunt, spreading her legs. He fitted the smooth cockhead to her pink opening. Father stared down at daughter. She looked back up at him, dazed, lost in her ultimate heaven, getting the sex she'd wanted so furiously for so long, making her cling to her maidenhead and then fight both Texas and Maddy.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
He drove his prick forward with a glad cry. Swollen cock nestled inside swollen cunt lips, found the encouragement of sweet, hot body oils, notched her inner passage and violated her.
"Heaven," she moaned.
"Best of my life!" he cried.
Slowly, slowly he fucked her open while she panted and thrilled, until his prong pressed lightly on her uterus wall. They were totally locked.
Then, with his daughter fully prick-laden, Vic lowered himself against her flesh, belly to belly, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. His tongue snaked out and drove between her lips while she writhed happily and gasped at this double invasion. Eagerly they sucked tongues, washed teeth, explored pink tissues.
When her mouth was numb, he moved down to her tits to caress, gobble and tease those big nipples. Flair thought she would faint from the hot, flashing pleasure that raced from those sensitive breasts to her box and back.
"Ah, I can't believe!" she sang.
Then Vic carefully got his arms behind her shoulders and began a long slow fuck, all action in their locked loins, each staring in the other's eyes as if reliving all those deprived years and making up for it in the slow drive and thrilling friction of prick moving majestically in cunt.
Long, breathless minutes passed filled with sighs, gurgles of joy and groans of exquisite pleasure. Flair moved her own butt to keep the friction just below the stage of orgasm. On and on, they dragged it out, both bodies covered with sweat, bellies sucking air, hot flesh thrilling to hot flesh.
At last Flair gave a gasp of impossible wounding. "Oh, I can't last any more. Wooo!"
"Shall I m-make it a rush… or let it happen."
Her body ached madly for relief and sang with approaching orgasmic fury.
"Three… three more shoves, Daddy."
He gave her hot belly three more fierce fuck thrusts and they both went paralyzed in that faint-like joy of immobility as the nerve net and muscles prepare to explode.
"Now!" he yelled.
"Yesssss!" she screamed, sobbing.
She felt her whole belly, her whole body stiffen. She felt massive streaks of incredible joy overcome her as her cunt first tightened on Vic's daddy-prick and then began to flex. Throb, throb, throb. She spun out in a wild, gossamer web of total relief and total ecstasy, rocking under Vic, giving up her womanhood, squeezing the cock to have its juices, fucked to the limit of her powerful young body.
"Eeeeeee."
Vic gave his own wounded cry of delight. His prick, already ultra stiff and crazed to complete passion, seemed to lock harder, and then his wondrous bursts came. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Freely, openly, vulgarly he seeded his daughter's cunt with huge rushes of come, gush after gush of manhood in incestuous madness, washing her womb wall with his sperm, sighing and slobbering in relief and the supreme glaze of good feeling at a perfect fuck and cock throw.
Throb, spurt, throb, spurt. On and on the orgasms went until they were dizzy with relief and joy and half-conscious with erotic satiation.
"Ohhhhhhh."
"Ahhhhhhh."
They finally expired and dozed happily in each other's arms, glowing from the peak sex run of their lives.
Alone in his room, George nursed his flask and faced the fact that his bride wasn't coming tonight. He had a pretty good idea of where she was and where Maddy was too. As for him, he was nowhere. He looked down at his flask, no longer necessary in these post-prohibition times.
"I should line you with rubber and turn you into a cunt," he told the flask. "At least you never desert me!"