Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (15 page)

“
Well… how do we
start?”

Ione stared at Emma with a grim expression
that squarely assigned responsibility for their predicament to her.
It didn’t really matter, given that she was probably going to do
most of the sucking anyway. It was her sexual expertise.

Emma stepped cautiously over
to one of the exposed penises, not the largest of the group, but
nicely dimensioned—a well-tapered mast with a proudly flared
head, eagerly extruded from the root-choked facade
of its cell.

“
Just pick a dick and get
down on your knees and suck at it,” she instructed. “Keep your
hands off them—they don’t like that. You’ll have to learn as you
go, because we all have to start at the same time.”
She lowered to her chosen skulk and there was a
rustle of excitement from the rest of the peckermen. Ione muttered
something hateful and
stumbled over
to
another
erection
.
With
a quizzical look
Manassa
approached the last one showing, behind Emma and
out of view.

Emma caught the glint of
her
skulk’s gaze through the cage, eyes
n
arrowed to a leer
.
He smelled faintly of soap, a delicate fragrance radiating from
lust-heated masculinity. She took a deep breath, knowing that once
begun there would be no respite until they were exhausted or
victorious.

She made her knees comfortable on fine,
watery sand and settled her hands behind to clasp submissively over
her flared rump; the classic posture of fellatio. She did not touch
a man’s penis with anything but lips and mouth when rendering oral
sex unless specifically encouraged.

Her tongue emerged to perform a licentious,
flickering dance, instantly appetizing the skulk. She leaned in and
kissed his testicles respectfully, licked daintily up and down the
ticklish seam to swab the sac with a slow, circular caress, knowing
less was more at first. There would be time for full-immersion nut
washing and other sly supplications later on.

Reluctantly departing his testes, Emma molded
her tongue compliantly around the base of his prick and slowly
ascended from there with a lavish, lateral swishing, ass wagging
subtly in emphasis. Saliva welled in her mouth, dribbled heedlessly
onto the skulk’s cock as she worked upward, left it gleaming to the
tip, where she performed a fancy, lapping provocation that
suggestively spattered her face with twinkling droplets of spittle.
She smiled and giggled, blatantly flirting with him, mostly for his
partners to witness.

With a shy look she
spread her lips wide then and
took
his
penis
modestly into
her face
, indulging just the head, licking and lathering this fat
candy. With a noisy slurp she began to swirl it in leisurely
supplication, neck working a
hypnotic,
indolent spiral—a
long-practiced technique most men couldn’t withstand for long, sure
to be adored by the peckermen jailing her now
. Emma’s skill at fellatio was probably
the
only
reason
they had a chance against so
many skulks; Ione had some minimal
talent
for
oral sex
, but she wasn’t energetic or
enthusiastic about it, which was a big factor in a situation like
this. M
anassa was an unknown factor in
things
, but
Emma
doubted anyone totally unfamiliar with fellatio
would be drinking cocks to consummation her first time
out
.

She drove the skulk a
little
further
into
her mouth, jaw
flexing
sensuously
, sucking half
-
way up the prick, withdrawing
slightly and
returning
,
head downswept to force her tongue along the sensitive
underside of his penis, levered to a compliant angle by the
pivot
ing
cincture
of her lips.

The skulk exhaled
blissfully, knuckles whiten
ing
about clenched roots, and Emma lunged on him more
forcefully, brought his cock fully into congress with her mouth as
her tongue muscularly addressed its desire.
She could hear Ione and Manassa applying themselves to the
game, but couldn’t guess how they fared.

She sucked on the skulk with
a steadily accelerating syncopation and his excitement soon
exceeded self-control. S
alty pre-ejaculate
dotted her throat and
a
muttering arose from the unserviced peckermen,
factions emerging out of their banter to decide
what would happen next.

“
No!“ One pointed to Emma’s
skulk.

“
No…” Another querulously
gestured to the man Ione was fellating.

“
No!” A third voiced an
opinion.

“
No!” two players chorused,
pointing to Emma’s skulk.

“
Him!” A peckerman gestured
to an unengaged skulk as the new destination.

“
No!” Three pointed
inhibitingly to her skulk now.

“
No!” “Him…”

“
No!” “No!” “Him!”
“
Him!
” Soon
everyone had an opinion about who was finished and who was
next.

“
No!” “Him!” “No!” “No!”
“Him!” “
Him!
” The
grotto echoed with their contention as they estimated which of the
three men was closest to release. Arms waved around in pairs,
gesturing to one occupied man, one free. Their noise finally built
to a resounding quorum; a majority of peckermen were pointing to
Emma’s man with one hand and the man she would service next with
the other. “No! Him!” they boomed in unison.

She rose, stepped where she was bidden. Ione
was busy on a proudly lofted phallus further down, working with
hesitant skill, and behind her Manassa knelt before a huge cock,
face veiled in shadow.

“
Just suck on it,” Emma
hurriedly advised, not sure what was going on but unwilling to
stall the game, risking the accumulated tension. “Try to get a
rhythm going.”

She settled
before her next subject, taking his stiffly
activated member into her mouth, gauged the intensity of his
desire
and gently brought
the doughty
head of his
penis
to
the lintel
of her throat, let his aching intention season for a moment. She
slid off, let just the
tip back
in her mouth, swirling it
round
and about, tongue wrapped
tight about the shaft
,
channeling
a
wave of stimulation to its ventral tract.

Emma began to lunge, still
circling, buttocks flexing in a cooperative
rhythm
. H
er knees
sank into watery sand from
this
indulgently kinetic
technique, but her skulk’s excitation built helplessly as a
result. She felt an urgent release forming.

The peckermen
caucused noisily again and
cancelled his pleasure
.
Emma rose and moved where they pointed.

The next man was already
collected for an assault on her throat, testes swollen with hot
ejaculate, and Emma freed one hand as she sucked, furtively
reached
through the
roots
, encircling them with her
finger
s
, trusting
the skulk was too
preoccupied
to oppose this crafty gambit. She gently pulled
his scrotum forward, got her fingers wrapped about it, trapping his
penis.

She worked him aggressively
the
n
,
forcing
him
to the
back of her throat, opening it just a little, sneaking
his head
beyond for a
quick
flirtation
with the most
intimate
recess
of her body, then
let it out again, withdrawing to pucker-lick its rigid length,
assaying his readiness
for bliss
by the faint light available
.

Ione’s service had taken her
nearby, and Emma saw from one
slanted
look that she was not doing
well, deeply hat
ed
herself
at the moment.
B
ut the boisterous commotion
from
Manassa somewhere
behind them was even more disturbing. The hoots and hollers of the
skulk she attended bore a desperate quality, and Emma was
increasingly alarmed at the thought that her companions
might
actually reduce
their chances of escape,
pitting
her
lonely
throat
against all the
peckermen
; a
hopeless
proposition.

“
C’mon Ione, get him off!”
she bawled between inhalations of penis, and it almost seemed like
she would, but the peckermen, aptly gauging
her
man’s
nearness to ecstasy, called the tall woman to a new
skulk
,
and
she
stumbled over to his
arrogantly poised
pillar.

Emma
supplied brisk, dutiful strokes to her man, and before long
felt
the
skulk
stiffen, testicles crawling in her palm. She pushed
him hard
down her throat,
getting the head all the way past the cinch. Yanking possessively
on
his
scrotum
, she mouth-humped his prick,
breasts bulging against moist roots.

“
No!” “Him!”

As the skulk’s companions
shouted for her relocation, Emma gripped his
balls harder, holding on,
and he
howled triumphantly a moment later
,
blasting hot semen into her head.
She
swallowed compliantly, gulping the bitter emissions till he was
depleted, knowing her generosity
would
excit
e
the other
peckermen, ma
k
e them anxious to submit,
compromising
the
game.
Her skulk sagged and
withdrew from the alcove. Emma sprinted over to the next man
indicated.

She let this guy fight her
for a while
, auditing his
muttered responses, the
clenched
denial dragged from his lips
as he sensed her mastery. Hauling
hard
at his anatomy, she punched him
deep into her throat and the head swelled, caught like a fist
behind her tightened jaw.

“
Awwwwww…” he groaned as his
manhood spat semen repeatedly into her, a
joyous
capitulation that issued in
warm
, sticky
torrents.

To her left she saw
Manassa
bully
another skulk into withdrawal, disbelie
vingly
clutching his
penis in the darkness of the alcove, awed and
excited by the intimidating scale of the woman before
him
.
Ione fellated
a skulk to completion
at
last
, a noisy and less than aesthetic
performance, but victory nonetheless. She stumbled to the next man
due for service and got to her knees
.

T
he
peckermen slowly capitulated to their combined effort
till
only three remained
in their alcoves—the wiliest withholders, expert at the game of
mutual estimation on which the whole contest turned.

Emma was
already
tired
.
F
ingers knotted in her hair
as
she
spread
her lips
wide against a peckerman
and
rocked slowly back and forth on his long,
mean-spirited penis. Rolling
spit-oiled
testicles
in her hand,
she finally
drew everything he had to
give, let him
finish on her face to goad
the remaining men
,
smiling
in weary solicitation as he
jizzed
about her hairline.

From Ione’s quarter came the
grunting depletion of
another
player
, leaving
just
one under Manassa’s
care, who like every previous recipient of her ministrations was
caught between excitation and shock at the
sight of her voluptuous
form
bouncily
at service. The
lair was quiet now save for their awkward conjugation.

Emma stepped in Manassa’s
direction, put a hand on her shoulder. She
stopped and looked up
eagerly
, no evidence of semen on
her
lips or face
,
apparently
exemp
ted by overstimulation and
intimidation
from
its tart
indignity
. T
here was nothing gloating in
her
expression
however, and Emma guessed she had worked just as
hard as Ione or herself, whatever the result.