Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (16 page)

“
L
e
mme
finish
this one?
” she
suggested, surveying the phallus
glistening before them, offered with a glorious, martial
resolve.
Manassa
rose
, licking her lips,
anticipating her
demonstration of skill with an uncynical grin.

Emma knelt
a final time, immersed to the crotch in warm
water
, not
entirely
d
ispleased the final
challenge
of
the
game required romancing
this
particular
skulk;
the
pecker
angled over her brow had the
muscular perfection of a forearm and fist, wide at the base and
gently upcurved to a shapely, well-delineated head;
a
brawny heralder of
raptures and
reprimands squatting on a
bulging scrotum
full of
oily jizz
pressurized by
a long
delay of
expression.

Emma stared for a moment, sought upward to
the man who wielded it, a hulking presence poised in darkness. She
could feel the heat of his body wafting on a faint current through
the plaited roots dividing them.

She
took
the
head
into her mouth, practically a whole act unto itself, and its
burly
radius
opened her face to a slant-eyed leer,
plumping
her cheeks into the low periphery
of vision
. T
aking
her time, she savored its taste, slurping worshipfully about
its
tumid bulk,
indulging the classic male fantasy of obedient,
blond-headed cocksucking
till Ione sighed
in consternation. Emma let him further into her
mouth
with a
lubricat
ed inhalation
and he
plugged
squishily
at
the back of her
throat
.

She commenced to employ a
baffling
stimulation,
two deep
penetrations
and one shallow swirl under the head—an off-gait
shuffle he couldn’t easily assimilate.

The skulk responded
well
to this
solicitation,
gave every indication that
she tendered the right flavor of pleasure, an excitation that would
develop to more arousal and need, and faster sucking, then utter
rigidity and release at last. Emma closed her eyes, let the pecker
cramming her head become its center, its reckoning, the axis on
which she turned. Carefully developing the tension and energy, she
proceeded to throw herself on him with a full-bodied pounce, thighs
sloshing water, gaming for mastery.

B
ut
after a while Emma sensed the natural peak of
the act
had come and gone. She slowed,
brow furrow
ing
.

“
What’s
wrong
?
” Ione
hissed.

Emma
halted at full penetration, preserving the intimacy of the act
while surreptitiously giving her neck a respite. It was a personal
rule of fellatio never to release the penis beyond a certain point
in the act. She
star
ed
at the
base
of the skulk’s cock, the only visible feature in her view.
H
er mouth
was
widened to its furthest extent,
could not even shape an unhappy reaction
,
and h
er mood
slid
quietly
to
despair
.
D
id it matter
what happened here
? What freedom were
they returning to, exactly?

Silence claimed the grotto.
Emma could feel Ione’s sour gaze on the back of her head,
countering the pressure of the big skulk finger pointing the other
way
. Manassa shifted slightly.
Emma blinked, exhausted, then slowly backed off
the penis and
took a deep
breath.

“
Grab him,” she
slurred.

Ione
just
stared but Manassa reached
forward, one ha
n
d
shooting
in
to
the alcove to apprehend
the skulk about his
wrist
. Hauling
a muscular
arm
through
the cage
she
wrapp
ed
her
breasts
around it
, folding
his limb back
against
the
roots.

Emma circled his balls with
one hand and clamped them in place. The skulk reflexively thrust
his other arm through the cage, waved it about menacingly,
inadvertently clipping Ione on the tit. With an enraged shriek she
swatted him away, found her wrist gripped by a giant fist,
and hurled forward instinctively to pin the man’s
forearm back as Manassa had done; the only means of establishing
leverage against an overpowering strength
.

There was an instant of
stunned silence, then the skulk hauled violently. The cage
shuddered and the women rocked about, almost flung loose by the
maneuver
. Emma
held
on as the last peckerman’s strength was exerted back and forth,
threatening to surpass their tenacity with each lunge.

In desperation Emma clutched
his testicles with both hands, fixing them to the wooden lattice of
roots. The skulk went
instantly
still and t
he subterranean
world took a long, cryptic breath.

“
Finish him,” Ione
whispered.

A
mean energy
rose in
Emma. S
he closed her eyes,
brought her nose to the skulk’s voluminous testes and smooched them
with a dreamy, spit-splattering affection, then ventured up
his
enraged manhood,
tongue playfully fluttering about. With a noisy slurp she engulfed
his fist-like head, and the skulk solemnly exhaled.

“
He
likes that,” Manassa reported
,
shuffling for better leverage on his right arm
. “Never been
forced
before.”

Emma caught the elusive perfume of her
vaginal excitation.

“
Make him work for
it
!
” the big
woman
pugnaciously advised,
bared vulva gleaming
unselfconsciously.

The skulk struggled
experimentally, but found himself competently
secure
d
;
arm
s
pinned to the
cage,
manhood
moored below by the same means
, cock
trapped in Emma’s treacherous teeth.

She began to hum gently
on
his
penis,
pushing it in a little bit
deeper
, chugging with the middle of
her mouth, tongue flattened by its
unyielding girth
. The skulk was
breathing hard,
angrily
aroused
, and she pulled suggestively at his
testicles, engaging the swollen, aching sac. She slapped
them
playfully
and
he
jerked
but did nothing foolish to
escape
, bound now to the destiny
of
the
act.

Emma set to fellatio with
a
grim
ambition
, cyclically battering the
back of her throat, letting him slip free for a momentary
presentation of his spittle-drenched boner from time to time, neck
moving with rubbery facility as she forcibly seduced him.
All caution gone, she
jammed
his
cock
to the far cincture of her
throat, pushed hard.

It
dilated
with a
sweet
ache and the skulk’s
head
slipped into
the
sanctuary
beyond
. Emma
slobbered around it noisily
, tits
jacking to and fro, thighs muscularly at service,
sexing
him with her whole
body. She withdrew, slurped him back into her throat, lips reaching
higher and higher, chugging the penis with every
art
.

But
the
sensual lunacy of the act
provoked the skulk to a new defiance, and it
became clear before long that they were not to
succeed
. The peckerman champion had
mastered them in the end.

That was the final insult.

Her
anger
erupted suddenly, sent
her
teeth
clamping
down hard on
his
penis
.
He
shouted, flailing cataclysmically
in
their
grip as
Ione and Manassa desperately clung to his pinned limbs.

Emma’s right hand rose to
spank his testicles
hard
. The skulk hauled maniacally at the cage, but Emma would
suffer no further complication. She recommenced fellatio, cuffing
his genitals with unfeigned antipathy, torment
ing
him by this extreme
alternation
of pleasure
and pain. Desperate to end the confrontation,
his
penis stiffened to a final
rigidity.

“
He’s gonna blast!” Manassa
bellowed.

Emma’s teeth
fixed
on
the base of the skulk’s pecker
, clamping tight as she
savagely
swatted
his
balls.
With a great cry
he
erupted
in her mouth. Gouts of
hot
ejaculate
pooled from a
trio of
fast shots
before she managed to swallow the first mouthful. She almost
choked, gulped helplessly as his manhood spat a thick interval of
long-cultivated
essence
down her throat
.

“
Mmmssss,” she drooled,
abandoning herself to the flow, lost for a term to its salty
conduction within her body.

“
Emma…”

She felt Ione shaking her,
opened her eyes at last and
sagged
back to blearily regard
the skulk’s lowering shaft. Nobody moved
as
exhaustion claimed them all for a
time.

But unlike his predecessors,
the last peckerman did not retreat on fulfillment, simply stood
where they left him.
Emma
s
aw
him move finally, looking down to regard his
glistening
member.
T
hen
his silhouette
straightened
.

“
So. Um, maybe you could
invite me to the party next time
?
”

Emma gaped at the sound of
his intelligently commanded voice, almost didn’t understand
what
had been
said
for her amazement, though
the
words issued in a clear baritone.

“
Anyone receiving
this?”
he
continued
after a moment, concerned now. “Anyone wanna say
something?”

“
Hi!” Manassa belatedly
replied.

The peckerman chuckled,
obviously relieved at
her
response.

“
Hey. I’m Mark.”

Ione hesitantly introduced herself and her
lover, saving Emma a thick-throated rendition of her
identity—hardly the first impression she wanted to make.

“
So…” Mark trailed off,
obviously confused by their situation. He took in the view
beyond
them
for the
first time, registering the other alcoves. “Um, do you hang out
her
e
a lot?” he
wondered.

“
No,” said Ione. “Not by
choice. Can you get us out?”

Mark
backed away uncertainly, retreating to the rear of the alcove
into darkness. Once again they were alone.

But before long they heard a
shouted invitation from the direction of the well and swam
out
t
o see
him
standing carefully at
its perimeter. At the first clear sight of him Emma forgot to tread
for a moment.

A new sound
issued from back in the grotto—
a fresh
skulk
clambering into an alcove, ready for another
game
.