Storm over Miami
The telegram arrived at Rosie's place just before Labor Day:
Chicago, IL, Sept 3 - 26
Ms. Rosie Compton
117 Maxwell St, New York City RECEIVED
If possible, could you and Viv attend at Breakwaters, Miami around September 15th?
A large group from Chicago is planning a gala on the 18th.
Usual compensation and bonuses.
Mort Solomon
When Rosie came back into the living room with the telegram in hand, Vivian was walking in from the bathroom, still naked, after taking a long bath. She'd been drying herself with a fluffy pink towel. It was a warm night and Vivian chose to stay in the buff for a while. With her legs pulled under her, she sat in the dark-green wingback chair next to the sofa.
"I was waiting for you as long as I could, but then became wrinkled," Vivian said.
"Sorry. I thought about joining you but realized we were out of liquor, so I popped by Frenchy McCoy's to grab some," answered Rosie.
"If I had known that, I'd have got out and waited. There's nothing nicer than the both of us in the bath together, drinking gin," Vivian replied.
Rosie smiled. "You're right, it's a fantastic experience. It's not only pleasurable but also inspiring."
"Wanna add a little motivation as well?"
"Why don't you pour us some of that gin and see what transpires. Bathing together may just be a delightful, but unnecessary introduction," Rosie suggested.
Vivian laughed. "Maybe it's better that we do this sitting down."
Rosie agreed, adding, "When I was coming up the stairs, a Western Union delivery guy was there handing me this telegram. Thankfully, I had a nickel on me to pay him, even though he was keenly observing me. This is from Mort. Fancy going on a trip to Florida?"
"Florida? It's a bit early for a Florida vacation. I enjoy when he summons us when it's freezing outside in New York and we can enjoy the warmth down there," Vivian said.
"He wants us to assist him in entertaining a big group from Chicago. They're expected in Miami around the 18th and will likely stay at The Royal Palm Hotel. Parties will be held at The Breakwaters," explained Rosie.
Vivian asked mockingly, "Scat parties?"
"Certainly seems that way."
"Mobsters, most likely. And their women probably enjoy this kinky stuff, too," Vivian mused.
"Indeed, many Chicago mobsters love scat play. The ladies do, too," Rosie shared.
They both pondered in silence for a moment. "Do you remember Lorraine?" Vivian asked after a few seconds. "She was a gorgeous Vassar girl. We met at a scat party, a few times during the Democratic National Convention in New York a few years back. We even shared a bed with her, though it seemed like forever before I realized she was a lesbian. I wonder, maybe she'll be at the event in Florida?"
Vivian shook her head. "She's probably married to a man now, with children."
Rosie chuckled, "That's fine. She can bring her husband along if he's as delightful as she is."
Vivian giggled, too. "He'd better be, that's for sure."
They drank their gin, commenting that Frenchy had done a good job this time, not too doctored. After downing two glasses each, Vivian put her arms around Rosie and held her to her naked body. "Why am I sitting here naked and you still have clothes on? Aren't you going to join me?" Rosie slipped the straps off her shoulders and the dress fell to her waist. She unhooked her bra and removed it.
"You can leave your stockings and garter belt on if you want," said Vivian.
"I'm more of a take-it-all-off kind of girl," replied Rosie. "Like you." When she was naked, they hugged each other again and stretched out on the couch. They started on their sides, their legs intertwined, kissing and caressing each other. Rosie shifted her body forward and offered her breasts to Vivian to suck.
"Your nipples always get so hard when I lick them," Vivian said.
"I know. Bite them with your teeth. I love it when you do that," responded Rosie. Vivian held one of her breasts and circled her tongue around the nipple, then gently bit it. Then she did the same to the other breast. As she did this, she arranged Rosie's knee so she could massage her pussy against it and ran her fingers through her ass crack at the same time.
"Put your fingers in my ass, love," Rosie asked. "Get them wet in your mouth and put them in my ass."
"You want all of them in there?" Vivian laughed.
"Start with two, and we'll see how it goes." Vivian took her two middle fingers and put them in her mouth, sucking on them for a bit before sucking on Rosie's nipples again. When they were wet with her saliva, she lifted Rosie's leg high in the air and put her fingers to her anus, pushing them in.
Rosie gasped, "Wow, that took my breath away! That feels so good!" Vivian continued to insert her fingers into her ass as far as she could, while simultaneously kissing her lips and breasts. They ground their bodies together, feeling the thrill growing.
"Let's go to the bathroom," said Rosie. "Your fingers are doing a number on me. I want to work with you on the floor." Vivian took her fingers out and examined them; they were covered in brown stains. She showed them to Rosie, who said, "Good idea, you look like you're almost at the point of exploding." Vivian put them to her nose and took a deep whiff, then put her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it, taking pleasure in the taste. When she was done, she offered her ring finger to her lover. When Rosie was done with that, she wiped her fingers on Vivian's nipples and sucked them clean. Rosie climbed off the couch.
"The floor or the tub?" asked Vivian, sitting up and positioning her feet on the ground while holding Rosie's hands.
"The floor, it's less cluttered and we can clean the tiles just as easily as the tub."
They went to the bathroom and Vivian tugged on the cord to turn on the light. She lay down on the floor between the tub and the sink. "It's nice and cool on my back," she remarked. Rosie straddled Vivian's body while standing, looking down at her.
"Touch yourself," Rosie commanded. "Finger your pussy while I poop on your breasts."
"Talk sexy like that to me. Tell me what you want."
"Pinch your nipples with your other hand; keep fingering your pussy." Vivian moaned as both hands went to their tasks. Then Rosie lifted her left foot and, using her fingertips on the wall to balance, gently tickled Vivian's nipples with her toes. "Suck my toes, Viv, get them wet so I can slide them over your breasts." Vivian took her foot and licked it, first the bottom and then the sides. She sucked each toe separately, making them wet with her saliva.
"Mmm, your tongue feels great between my toes," said Rosie. "Maybe I'll cover them in shit and make you lick them all again. Would you like that?" With heightened excitement, Vivian replied, "Yes, I'd love to eat your shit off your toes, it's so sexy and wild. I love your shit and want all of it." The words they used were calculated to turn up the sexual tension and stimulate sexual desires, with filthy language front and center. The goal was to create the most explicit sexual scenes possible.
"That's great, darling, that makes me so happy. I feel full of shit and about to explode, and I'm going to spread it all over your breasts so you can spread it all over your face and feet too! Cover you in shit and make you put it in your mouth." Rosie agreed, "Yes, yes, I'd love that!"
Desiring the perfect combination of words to evoke a sensual picture, Rosie murmured, "After I'm finished, you need to smear it on my rear end and then you can lick it off. Then take your tongue and enter my anus, feasting on me."
Her sexual delight erupted with, "Oh my goodness, how filthy and sickeningly desirable that is!"
Balance was maintained with Rosie towering over her as the first of three waste products departed her body and landed on Vivian's chest. The following two quickly exited, decorating her midriff and, due to an involuntary sway of Rosie's hips, her chin and cheek. Vivian emitted a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction as she started using both hands to distribute the excrement over herself.
"Yes my dearest, continue to smear my waste all over you, your arms and legs as well," Rosie requested, "I'm going to rub this final log onto your face." Rosie crouched down, slathering the waste liberally but gingerly over Vivian's face, covering it in a luxurious brown sheen. She retrieved a portion and inserted it into her own mouth, then into Vivian's, kissing her deeply. Although the flavor was strong, Vivian and Rosie had grown accustomed to it.
Vivian resumed spreading the waste over her own body, her breasts and torso. "My breasts feel so silky and delectable covered in this," she sighed. "Here, allow me to share some on yours and we'll see how it coats them, too."
Rosie responded, "Oh, I'm fully aware of what you mean." She smeared some waste on her own body, caressing her midsection. "Suck my nipples, fill your mouth with my waste so I may kiss you passionately." Once this had occurred, Rosie gleefully sucked her nipples before passing the waste between her lips onto her neck and even her tongue.
Vivian wailed, "I'm so turned on!" Her pussy gushed, "Kiss me!" Rosie covered Vivian's with a gob of waste before kissing her deeply, plunging her tongue into Vivian's moist mouth. They hugged each other tightly, their lips and faces grinding together.
Rosie roared, "My pussy is scorching! Sin upon me, shit in my mouth, all over my face and hair and breasts and everywhere! I crave every adaptation of you!" Vivian contorted onto her stomach and lifted her buttocks into the air. "Lick my asshole, darling, let me feel the intensity of your tongue as it navigates up my rectum and then let me violate your mouth. Then, smear this waste from your anus directly in your mouth and allow me to engage in reducing you to my toilet." Vivian's rectum felt the relentless onslaught of Rosie's tongue, before Rosie swallowed the excrement it discharged. Vivian turned to confront Rosie, who smeared her waste-coated mouth onto Vivian's bosom and transferred the waste from her palm onto her bosom. The deceptively creamy texture was delightful to them both. As they rubbed their genitals together, hiding their openings from waste, one orgasm was achieved under a torrent of heavy moans, their faces buried in each other's breasts.
They continued this for what felt like an eternity, kissing endlessly and spreading the waste over each other's bodies, indulging in the pleasure it unleashed. They chatted and laughed spontaneously. Their fingers continuously explored the surfaces of their bodies. When the waste began taking on a dry and crumbly consistency, they concluded it was nearly time for a spring cleaning.
They moped the floor and ran the tub once more. They had to partially fill it and bathe in it twice before recharging it, now that their bodies were clean. They then relaxed in the water, ablution with a Magic Soap bar, until their bodies gleamed with a sheen of cleanliness. It was during this last bathing session that Rosie enquired, "So, shall we accept Mort's offer?"
"Absolutely," Vivian responded, "I'm on board. It'll be fun and lessen our financial burdens momentarily. If I'm lucky, I may even be able to resign from the Fleishman Insurance Company; being his secretary isn't as enjoyable as it once was. He's struggling with erectile dysfunction, and I'm often obliged to sustain it for lunch hours."
"I'll inform Mort to send us the funds for the train tickets. I don't mind leaving the city for a bit, though going to a place like Bar Harbor or Lake Geneva would have been more pleasing."
Rosie contacted Mort, letting him know she and Vivian were more than willing to help, and he should book their travel arrangements. Mort said he would reserve two tickets for them, which they could collect from Penn Station at departure time. They would be travelling on the Atlantic Coast Line to Jacksonville and then transitioning to the East Florida Line to Miami. The ACL would include Pullman sleeping cars, and they would share the same compartment but have separate beds. It was intriguing pondering the length of time they would remain separated, their answer being likely just minutes. They were confident what transpired behind the privacy curtain was none of anyone's concern. Rosie also noted their journey had been pushed back one day and they'd arrive in Miami on the 16th.
The Breakwaters, owned by Mort Solomon, was a private residence in Miami, located on a handful of acres. It was close to downtown Miami and the five-story Royal Palm Hotel, which was one of the city's finest, funded by Henry Flagler, the owner of the East Florida Railroad. Mort held several properties around the country for hosting wealthy and (sometimes) well-known individuals, frequently when the entertainment involved unusual sexual or fetish activities. Several of his residences in the Los Angeles area in California were frequented by movie stars, who often threw extravagant parties. These events featured excessive, often bizarre, sexual activities. Mort had connections to numerous influential people, allowing him to avoid appearing in the newspapers.
The day of departure arrived, and Rosie and Vivian boarded the train in New York, beginning their journey. The first night, they dined in the dining car, joined by a mother and her daughter who were heading to Wilmington, North Carolina, to live with relatives for an extended period. The daughter wasn't happy about this situation, and it seemed her estrangement from her boyfriend was the reason. It was unclear if she was pregnant, although this topic was never discussed.
Beyond Wilmington, they shared a more enjoyable meal with two energetic young gentlemen travelling to Miami to profit from the land boom that was happening there. They planned to purchase inexpensive land near new developments like Coral Gables or Hialeah and then sell it for a significant profit. Vivian##nona denounced their plans, claiming that with the enactment of new, restrictive property regulations in Florida, the boost might be about to collapse. The men dismissed her worries and spent the remainder of their dinner sharing their success stories. Only when they were almost done eating did they realize they were conversing with two appealing women and attempted to persuade them to join them somewhere "private." The girls considered the invitation for a moment but eventually declined. Surprisingly, the men failed to persuade them a second time.
Later that night, after they had embraced naked in the top bed of the sleeping cabin, Rosie whispered to Vivian, "What do you make of those two men we dined with? Are we becoming less appealing? One rejection, and they gave up? Is it us?"
"No, dear, even though we're about to turn 30 and approach the Golden Years, we've still got it, I think. They're simply too absorbed in themselves, oblivious to women, including us, just like they're oblivious to their real estate ventures. They'll likely lose everything before long."
They held one another closely, kissing and caressing, eventually licking each other's nipples. They positioned their legs so that their thighs rubbed against each other's vagina, creating immense satisfaction through the friction. "I adore making love with you on a train," Vivian said. "The steady rhythm, the sound of the wheels on the track, the rocking back and forth. It's so fulfilling."
"I know," Rosie replied, before kissing her deeply. "Stick your finger inside me." She could feel Vivian's finger enter her, could sense the pressure from her, could even hear the moistness. She then inserted her own finger into Vivian's vagina, searching for her clitoris, eager to provide her satisfaction.
"I want to turn around," Rosie said later. "I wish to feast on your pussy, taste your nectar. Hopefully, this berth won't crumple beneath us."
"Move slowly but not too slowly," said Vivian. "I'm fervently hoping to experience your tongue inside me."
She position herself flawlessly and they were soon kissing each other's private parts. Soaking wet and tasty! The feelings were escalating rapidly and intensely. Vivian started moaning and Rosie grabbed a cushion to place over her face, chuckling and whispering "Shhh!" to her. Their tongues worked wonders on each other and, straining every muscle, climaxed. They had been holding their breath for so long and forcefully that when they resumed breathing, it felt like they had just run a 100-yard race.
Rosie turned back and lay on top of Vivian, passionately kissing her, still trembling from her climax. "That was absolutely amazing," she whispered.
"You have an amazing tongue, I'm surprised!" chuckled Vivian.
Excited, Rosie said, "I have an idea. Do you want to start rubbing right now, right here?"
"Oh yes, what a genius idea!" Vivian nearly screamed sarcastically. "We'll be banned from ever using public transportation again for the rest of our lives."
"So let's just become hermits. Come on, let's do it."
"You're crazy, dear, come here." She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. "We'll be in Miami in no time. Then we can enjoy ourselves."
They switched train lines in Jacksonville mid-morning and headed southwards. It was a nine-hour trip from Jacksonville to Miami. Rosie was engrossed in a book, interrupting her reading now and then to admire the scenery. "I noticed they finally doubled the tracks here," she mentioned near St Augustine. "The last time we came to Miami, it was still a single-track."
"You should have been an engineer or a conductor," Vivian teased. "Your fascination for train details blows my mind."
"I adore trains, I can't help it." Noticing Vivian checking out a magazine, she asked her, "Anything interesting in Vogue? That cover is lovely; the woman has the same nose as you, though her neck is much longer."
"I love the earrings, so big and vibrant. I might look for something similar when we return. Maybe Saks or Lord & Taylor could have it."
"You haven't read my New Yorker, have you?" she asked.
"No, I'm not sure I care for it, though it's only been around for a while."
"It can be humorous at times, the authors, whoever they are, are talented. There are some signed articles, but many of the pieces are anonymous." Then she held up her book and said, "Speaking of gifted writers, I'm going to lend this book to you once I'm finished. I'm sure you'll adore it." Vivian glanced at it and saw it was called The Great Gatsby. She hadn't heard of it.
"It's about a poor man who falls for a rich woman who rejects him, so he goes and makes a fortune in less than stellar ways and comes back and makes her his mistress."
"Then what?" inquired Vivian.
"I don't know, I haven't read that far," said Rosie. Mile after mile, the train plodded southwards. Whenever they encountered a rain squall, the rain poured down their windshield.
At West Palm Beach, Rosie noticed something unordinary. Hanging atop a flagpole above a government-looking building were two red square flags, one on top of the other.
"Oh no," Rosie exclaimed. "That doesn't bode well."
"What's up?" asked Vivian, who was working on a crossword puzzle in a book filled with them and didn't look up. "Is it back to a single track here? Did the front coupler fall off?"
"Those are hurricane warning flags flapping in the wind over there. The Weather Bureau must be prepared for a hurricane."
"Great," Vivian sighed glumly. "Fantastic. Another reason I much prefer coming down here in the wintertime."
Just after 6:00 p.m. the train arrived in Miami. A large group was waiting to board when it headed north. The rail service to Key West had been suspended until further instructions. They called a cab and provided the cab driver with the address for the Breakwaters. Informing them about the edgy crowds and the general feeling of apprehension at the scene.
The rumor of an immense tropical storm approaching from the Bahamas concerned everyone. "It's probably nothing," he assured them. "The 1919 hurricane affected the Keys significantly, and the one last December that brought over a foot of rain, but they weren't that frightening." He continued, "This might be the same. It's Florida, after all."
Upon arriving at the Breakwaters, they noticed the gates were open. The taxi proceeded towards the house. The girls had anticipated a large gathering, if not already forming, but they only saw a small group of individuals.
"Where are all the people?" Rosie questioned an older man she recognized, a senior groundsworker at the estate. "It seems the majority were held up in Daytona Beach and even Jacksonville. I hear that's where the Chicago crowd is, as per some I've spoken with."
"Have you received any news about Mr. Solomon?" she inquired.
"No, nothing. Some of the workers here said they were heading to the Royal Palm Hotel, believed to be the safer alternative; it's quite sturdy. I'm surprised you made it through. That must have been the last train to Miami."
"All of you leave," she declared. "Vivian and I will stay behind."
"There's food and water here for you, but you're nuts to stay. Mr. Solomon would understand if you chose otherwise."
Rosie pulled Vivian aside so they could discuss in private. "Do you want to go to the hotel and wait out the storm packed with who knows how many half-hysterical tourists and locals, or stay here in this mansion and enjoy the utmost luxury?"
Vivian grinned and shook her head. "You have an ability to frame things such that it's crystal clear what you want to do. Fine, we'll stay."
They devoted the entirety of the following day to preparing for the impending storm. The majority of the windows were sealed by the workers, outdoor furniture was moved into one of the five garages, candles and oil lamps were prepped, and an assortment of other tasks were completed. By late afternoon, they were solo and content they had handled all necessary matters. The rain had grown heavy and the winds began to increase. They could still have some fun.
"Let's do something we would never be able to do in New York," Vivian urged. "Let's remove our clothes and go out in the rain." Initially, Rosie protested, stating it wasn't appropriate to be joyful in the face of trouble, but she eventually relented. They stripped in the kitchen and went out onto the balcony. The rain was falling forcefully and at an angle, and before they could descend the six steps to the ground, they were drenched. They held each other and danced in a circle and chased each other around the pool before jumping in. They were so saturated from the rain, they hardly felt the water when they landed. The raindrops were falling aggressively like someone was throwing pebbles into the pool. Their hands were soon exploring each other's bodies, fingers caressing breasts and legs tightening around each other's waists. They raised each other's heads underwater, kissed passionately, and then emerged, soaked hair dripping freely.
"Let's make love by the pool," Rosie suggested. "Lie entwined with the rain pouring down on us." Vivian kissed her in response and agreed: it would be an exceptional idea.
They were about to extract themselves from the pool when they saw a group of eight, four men and four women, on the balcony, observing them. They sunk into the water again.
"Hello," one of the women greeted, stepping forward. Though it was difficult to gather details because of the downpour, Rosie and Vivian could see she was youthful and extremely attractive; all were.
"We're not trying to infringe upon your privacy," she said, gesturing towards them. "You both seem to be enjoying yourselves immensely together." She didn't appear perturbed or embarrassed, rather appearing to witness an everyday activity.
"What can we provide for you?" Rosie inquired.
"We're not here to impede, we came here seeking shelter. This place appeared inviting."
"You mean abandoned," said Vivian, irritated. "You hoped to sneak in and steal from us."
Rosie laughed. "Disregard her; she's a stereotypical New Yorker. Suspicious of everybody, thinking everyone's up to no good. She had a second lock installed on our door to protect from break-ins, despite not happening in the neighborhood for years."
"Not at all," the female refuted. "We're not here to rob anyone; just seeking a dry, sheltered location."
"Apparently everyone's been hiding out at The Royal Palm," Vivian shared with her.
"Well, why don't we offer them a place to stay here? Our house is big enough for lots of people."
In a quiet murmur, but not as softly as she intended, Vivian remarked, "Don't you remember what we were about to do? I was looking forward to that."
"We'll still have time for that, don't fret." She then cast a glance at them and shared in a whisper with Vivian, "Besides, look at how young and good-looking they are? Aren't you curious?"
"Excuse me," a girl from the group interjected. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but did I hear you mention something about scatting?" When Rosie and Vivian just continued looking, she added, "Because we know all about scatting and were just about to start doing it ourselves together when we decided to leave."
"Where are you from, you guys?" asked Rosie. "Did you come here for a party?"
"No, we're all from Florida. We don't know anything about any parties, but if they were scat parties, we'd be the first ones at the door to join in." Rosie and Vivian exchanged curious glances, pleasantly surprised.
"Let's invite you all inside," Rosie suggested. "You'll need to turn your backs for a moment so we can get in and cover up though, as becoming naked in front of a bunch of people might startle us."
"We're all soaked from the rain, so we might as well strip and join you. Getting out of these wet clothes doesn't bother us, nor being naked," replied the girl who spoke first.
Rosie chuckled, "You couldn't be in a more freer country, according to our President Coolidge."
A man in the group commented, "He hasn't really said that much since getting elected."
It wasn't long before they all removed their clothes. The rain poured heavily now, with strong winds driving the water across their lawn and pool. The crashing of a roofing tile indicated it was high time to vacate the pool and head indoors. The ladies exited and took shelter on their veranda. Being able to see more clearly out there, Rosie appreciated their beauty and the good looks of the men.
"I'm Rosie, and this is Vivian. Ditch your clothes by the sink in the kitchen or hang them on whatever's available, and we'll attend to drying them later when the storm blows over." Rosie grabbed some towels and distributed them and also lit a few oil lamps, as the electricity no longer worked.
Once dry, they began gathering in the parlor, with comfortable chairs and sofas to sit on. Rosie thought they might use the towels for wrapping around themselves since they hadn't anything dry to change into, but they remained naked, which didn't seem to bother anyone. So she and Vivian did the same. Now they introduced themselves.
When the introductions concluded, Vivian questioned, "How old are you all, and are you from Miami?"
Melody, the girl who had talked the most outside, answered, "We're all between 18 and 21, Felix is the oldest at 21, Howie and I are the youngest at 18. None of us are from Miami, but from all over the state."
"Why are you here?" asked Rosie.
"We're all enrolled in the brand-new university that's set to start next week, the University of Miami," stated Howie.
"Set to start," added Bridget. "We'll have to see what damages this hurricane does to those plans."
Doug revealed, "We all became friends during spring orientation. A few of us, particularly Felix and Bridget from Tallahassee, got together over the summer primarily to scat, which is something we're all passionate about. We wanted to spend the time before classes began at a cottage and practice our favorite activity together."
"That sounds fantastic," said Rosie.
"What brings the two of you to Florida this time of year?" inquired Melody.
"Two women teachers from a school? Those are some lofty dreams, Melody. You must be an English major, guessing correctly."
Melody responded, "Yes, I am going to major in English. I am greatly excited by a new English writer from Britain, Virginia Woolf. Her latest work, Mrs. Dalloway, is amazing."
"I'll have to keep an eye out for it," replied Rosie. "Perhaps after I read about Jay Gatsby."
"A novel about a college professor teaching English, ladies and gentlemen, how extraordinary!" remarked Vivian.
"You'll understand if I've heard of that book too; I read it this summer. It's a great romantic story, but it's a shame how it ends."
"After those crazy parties at West Egg, it's not surprising they didn't turn out well. Novels rarely have positive outcomes."
Vivian said, "Feel free to discuss English literature if you want, but I'm heading to find where Mort keeps his alcohol stash and throw a little party. There's a gramophone over there and some records you can listen to if you're interested."
Howie quickly started examining the records. "A few of these are pretty interesting, like Paul Whiteman and Ukelele Ike. Even a Bessie Smith blues song. Mort has good taste in music."
"West Egg had a lot of young people, and they'd always host wild parties," Vivian recalled. "They'd bring their records and leave them for later celebrations. Mort wouldn't recognize any of the musicians." Howie started a record and cranked up the gramophone. "Here's one of Emily's favorites, 'He's the Hottest Man in Town' by Ukelele Ike, and Emily and Doug began dancing naked with each other, rubbing their bodies as they sang along."
Vivian giggled, "The first couple of the night. I wonder who else is next to give in?"
Felix, also sitting in a large armchair with Bridget on his lap, asked teasingly, "Was the scat singing you mentioned earlier still on the schedule? Or did you change your mind because of safety concerns?"
Bridget teased him, "Felix is an expert at scat singing. He picked it up in Cuba, where he met me."
"There are plenty of private clubs dedicated to scat singing in Cuba," Felix added. "Visitors from all over the world come to participate, especially Americans and Europeans."
Rosie said, "I've heard of that before. Other people who've visited Cuba for that reason told me the same thing."
A sudden loud crashing noise was heard outside the house. It had started raining heavily, and a palm tree had blown over onto the veranda, damaging it. Water was starting to seep through the door sills, so towels were placed to soak it up.
Rosie suggested, "There are quite a few separate rooms in this house, and during parties, certain rooms were used for specific activities, such as scatting. Which method do you prefer - partnering up or having a group activity?"
Melody asked, "What if we wanted to do it all together in the same room?"
"That's like a massive orgy," Rosie said. "It wouldn't be hard to set up. The largest, most centrally located room would be perfect for it. It's big enough to accommodate all of us."
The others, except for Doug and Emily, who were still passionately engaged in lovemaking, moved to the big room. Vivian and Howie brought in oil lamps, while Bridget set up candles "for ambience." Rosie located some large pieces of canvas, possibly from a sailboat factory, and spread them on the floor. Everyone sitting randomly on the canvas began joking, hugging, and caressing each other. As they got closer to one another, they began to collapse onto the canvas. Howie and Melody, Vivian and Felix, Bridget and Rosie, and eventually Doug and Emily joined together. They all pleasure each other and exchange fluids: oral exploration of openings, mutual tongue play, and stuffing cocks into wet holes.
As Vivian lay entangled in a sea of limbs, Rosie saw her chance to initiate a pooping spree. She climbed onto Vivian's body, positioning herself above her breasts, and, while almost standing straight, let loose with a log of feces that landed on them. She followed this with two more, each aimed at Vivian's midsection. Guttural cries of delight echoed throughout the room, as hands quickly snatched the fecal matter from Vivian's body and spread it across her chest and belly. As the hands became increasingly filthy, they continued to touch other bodies, smearing Rosie's poop on them. More people began to poop: Doug squatted over Melody and doused her tits in a log of crap about a foot long, followed by another much larger one that he deposited in her mouth. The hands helping Melody spread the poop over her tits and stomach. As Doug's turd was smeared on several bodies, Melody slurped the one in her mouth, joined by Rosie and Felix. The three engaged in a lengthy shit-filled kiss.
Intrigued by the sheer joy exuded by the group, Melody had found pleasure in the art of licking feces out of others' mouths.
Howie positioned Emily in a kneeling position and began tidying up her ass with his tongue, making it extra slippery. Once he was satisfied, he penetrated her from behind, causing her to moan in delight. After pulling out, she began to defecate on the canvas, the waste quickly turned into a smear by Howie's hands, all over her buttocks and partway up her back, and then he buried his face in her crevice, consumed by his delight.
The foul scent of feces filled the room, but it only seemed to enhance the ongoing spectacle. Everyone showed their exuberance in wiping each other's bodies with their own feces without hesitation. As individuals coupled and then disbanded, others formed threesomes and even foursomes. Cocks were consistently rubbed clean with feces before being inserted into various anuses. The women, having the advantage of the majority, had ample opportunities to engage in mutual lovemaking, grinding pussies against one another, caressing each other's breasts. Vivian and Rosie, both their faces slathered in semen, took part, licking the semen off each other, which was now intermingled with feces. The intensity of their intermingled pleasures had them locked in a passionate kiss. Bridget and Emily indulged in a 69 position, their fingers inside each other's buttholes, for a short while, remaining focused solely on each other's genitals.
Rosie and Vivian had participated in many a scat gathering, but these soon-to-be college students exhibited an unmatched level of devotion and fervor. Everyone had pooped, spreading their own feces all over themselves, until it seemed like the women were covered in it from head to toe. The sheer satisfaction they derived from touching and smearing each other's waste made for a powerful joy to witness. A particularly wild scene emerged as Bridget was being fucked in the ass by Howie while she sucked Felix's cock, with Vivian's tongue delving into her anus. All four were fucking each other like they were fighting for their lives. Howie reached his climax inside Bridget mere moments before Felix ejaculated in her mouth.
In addition to the interesting antics, Emily agreed to let two men penetrate her ass at the same time. They had seen women with two cocks up their vaginas before, even Vivian's attempt, but nowhere near the anus. Emily scooped some cold cream provided by Rosie onto her fingers, then smeared it over the cocks of Doug and Felix before rowing onto Doug's back, lowering her ass onto his cock after it was inserted deeply. Once it was well in, she slightly leaned forward, giving room for Felix to penetrate her anus. The men took turns fucking her carefully to avoid falling, finding great pleasure in the experience. When they both came, Melody gently massaged Emily's breasts.
The sexual acts were a terrific distraction from the storm raging outside. The occasional loud blast or smash of glass may have paused the proceedings, but the orgy was able to continue without any sign of major harm to the Breakwaters. When daylight dawned, the group observed several fallen trees and a few damaged garages. The grounds around the house and pool were swamped, as well.
In the wee hours of the morning, the storm magically lessened. Howie explained, "We're in the eye of the hurricane right now; it's a temporary calm before the storm picks up again. This might be a good time to tidy up and clean off the dirt we're smeared with. Once the eye passes, it'll become quite severe." After shifting a roof fragment from the pool, the group jumped in the water to clean themselves with Ivory soap and buckets.
During the washing process, Melody asked Rosie, "You've never shared the reason why you and Howie are in Florida."
Rosie chuckled, "There were plans for a massive gathering at this mansion today, hosted by a group of people from Chicago. Your guess is correct - the entertainment would mainly involve scat play. And that's our forte."
Melody shoved a bucket of water onto Rosie's back, saying, "You're hired for scat parties? Is this how you make a living?"
Rosie gestured towards Melody, "I know you're passionate about scatting, Melody, and that's fantastic. However, I can't help but encourage you to focus on your passion for Virginia Woolf. Let's not forget that writing novels could be a reliable career choice. You might even become a famous novelist one day."
Talking about novels intrigued Melody, who asked, "Do you think a book with plenty of sex and even scat could ever appear? Like, 'She felt her partner's tongue plunge deeper into her anus, causing her to defecate into his mouth.'"
Rosie burst out laughing, "Though intriguing, the chances of that are minimal. Imagine what would happen if such a novel appeared on shelves! The shame of being locked up in jail!" After that, she embraced Melody and kissed her, admiring her confidence and sincerity.
As the storm grew stronger, everyone withdrew into the house. The inspection outdoors revealed damage to the roof, fallen trees, broken telephone poles, and flood waters, but they couldn't see much more. A few rooms on the windward side of the mansion had water damage, with carpeting destroyed, but no major harm appeared imminent.
Inside, dressed in just towels, they remained bare. Couples paired up - Melody and Howie, Felix and Bridget, and Doug and Emily. They claimed spots on the couches and armchair, cuddling and making themselves comfortable.
In the kitchen, as they grabbed drinks and food, Vivian wondered, "It appears we have a lot of young, amorous people; the love-making won't stop any time soon, I'll wager."
Rosie replied, "You'll win that bet, without a shadow of a doubt. Let's ensure we're involved." She hugged Howie and they kissed.
Emily inquired, "So, Melody shared that you've been to many scat parties. Tell us some fascinating tales, please, though without specific names."
They shared their favorite stories while withholding the names of parties goers in response to Bridget's request for more details, "Perhaps Clara Bow? She is quite sexually attractive."
Rosie shook her head, "I've never met her. However, we've met other professional athletes, possibly baseball players, or maybe boxers." Vivian wasn't clear on her sports history.
They kept sending out names, but nothing seemed to work. They mentioned well-known individuals who had attended scat gatherings, which was practically everything they were aware of. These rumors could have a severe impact on a person's livelihood and social status, so they weren't about to let that happen. Also, Mort would stop inviting them to parties, and what would that accomplish?
Melody teased, "We're planning to create a group, like a fraternity, once we attend the University of Miami. Maybe it'll be the first Greek house on campus. We even have the Greek symbols for it: Sigma Epsilon."
Felix laughed and said, "Ah, it's a fantastic idea, but it may need to be kept a secret."
"Why's that?" Rosie inquired.
"It would only be for scat enthusiasts," Felix replied. "You'd need to pass an initiation. And oh boy, that initiation!" They all laughed and shook their heads.
"Sigma Epsilon," repeated Emily. "That's the name we want to use. These are the first Greek letters for 'scat lover."
Melody spoke up enthusiastically, "I suggest we give Rosie and Vivian honorary positions, given what they did for us today." Everyone approved of this idea.
Rosie smiled. "I must say, I'm grateful for your kind words, but we shouldn't overlook that initiation you mentioned. I wouldn't want to miss out on that, and I'm confident Vivian would agree."
Everyone cheered over this idea, as if it was the best thing they had ever heard. "This might not be the best time," Felix said. "We're all cleaned up already. You ladies showed all the traits we'd desire in members, particularly for honorary positions, so let's just put off the initiation. Also, it seems too much fun; it's intended to be difficult."
As they drained Mort of a significant portion of his bootleg liquor and devoured nearly all of the cheese and crackers, everyone began having sex again. Bridget interacted with Felix in a 69 position, orally stimulating his genitalia while he performed cunnilingus on her. Melody sat on Howie's member, submerging it within her vagina, and then bent down so he could provide oral stimulation to her breasts. Rosie and Vivian embraced, massaging their breasts together and engaging in a passionate kiss. Breaking up the pair, Emily and Doug joined Rosie and Vivian, participating in their intercourse. Doug got behind Vivian, placing her on all fours before inserting his member into her vagina; Emily sat provocatively on the back of the leather couch and masturbated while spraying Doug and Vivian with her urine.
Amused, she said, "Do you enjoy being soaked in my urine, Doug? Would you like it if I peed in Vivian's anus like I do with you? Is that something Vivian would like?"
"Hell yes!" Vivian cried. "Piss in my anus, fill it up." Doug removed his member from Vivian's vagina and spat Emily's urine into her anus to moisten it before inserting his component into it. During this process, his urination filled her anus. Doug then took it out and sprayed Emily with his urine, covering her breasts and face. He also sprayed Emily's anus, where Vivian's urine remained, creating a puddle at their feet. Emily disposed of the remaining urine in her mouth onto Vivian's back and spat some on Doug's face. Vivian relieved herself, her urine covering Doug's cock. The couple had become so engrossed in their own intercourse that they failed to notice.
"Now we're all covered in filth again," Doug grumbled to Emily.
"Just stand in the rain for a minute and you'll be clean," she retorted. "What a baby!" He picked her up and pushed her onto him as she screamed in delight, and Rosie and Vivian held each other in their arms once more. The storm's intensity was noticeably reducing, its energy fading. The same could be said about the lovers, but the flames had not yet been completely extinguished.
A while later, the damage from the hurricane became more evident. Many parts of Miami resembled battlefields during World War II, submerged in massive amounts of water as well. Numerous buildings had been destroyed, and the death toll continued to rise. Almost every building in Miami Beach was completely wiped out. Rosie let Melody and the others know they could remain at the Breakwaters for as long as they needed; several non-profits had set up soup kitchens to feed the large number of displaced citizens. Each day was spent assisting in these kitchens. It took several days for passenger train services to be re-established, and when Rosie and Vivian were able to leave, Mort wired them money for train tickets to New York. When they returned, he had given them their typical pay along with a significant bonus for their efforts. According to Vivian, "Except for the money and connecting with those students, those ten days were something best forgotten."
Several months later, in New York, Rosie was going through newly received letters and some postcards from the mail. "Take a look at this," she said to Vivian. "It's a letter from Melody." She went to the sofa to read it.
"She reports that all six of them are still at the university. Interestingly, they're still conducting classes at the Anastasia Hotel, as before. Due to the collapse of the land boom, you were right about old-man Fleishman's prediction."
"You mean that guy I eavesdropped on. I wonder whatever happened to those two land speculators we observed on the train."
"Lost everything, I hope," Rosie replied, still irate that they hadn't made a move for them when they had the opportunity. "Those two were real weasels."
"She mentioned the football team calling themselves the Hurricanes," Vivian reminisced, bringing up the probable name for the planned scat club, like a fraternity house.
"The only mention we have of Sigma Epsilon is that they are still all living in the same house they rented before. That likely sums up their situation."
Vivian reflected for a moment and said, "I'd appreciate meeting that crew again and scat-singing with them. I wonder if they still remember the initiation they owe us. I hope Mort schedules another gathering down there and requests our presence now that the Breakwaters has been repaired."
"We made a wise decision to stay at the Breakwaters instead of the Royal Palm Hotel like many others, where the building was almost leveled, and several people sustained injuries, even death. Apparently, they discovered sand piled up to the ceiling in rooms on the second floor."
Vivian approached the sofa and sat next to Rosie. "Are you considering a trip to Frenchy McCoy's for a couple of drinks? I heard a great jazz band is playing there now."
Smiling, Rosie took her hand and kissed it. "What do you plan on doing, my love? A little rebellious behavior?" She then kissed Vivian's lips.
"I'm thinking about Melody and those scat lovers and the fantastic time we had, despite the hurricane, and I hoped we could... you know. It's been two weeks since we've done that."
Rosie kissed her hair and then her neck. "A long gap, I agree. Let's get dressed up a bit and go over to Frenchy's for a while, they won't mind if we dance together. Then, I'm confident we'll have an enjoyable time back home! Okay?" Vivian and Rosie kissed each other once more and walked into their bedroom to change.
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