Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (19 page)

Ione
closed her eyes, lowered
slightly
, finding the head of
his
erection
with her lips. She drew it into her mouth as
its
burgeoning
mass
lofted
to
the
penetration,
easing
into her throat to
wedge
deep inside
. She held it
like this, tensely resident in her head, backed off to gather a
helpful salivation,
fingering
its rigidly antrorse
mass
in wonder
, plainly
anxious for contenting. H
er
tongue,
ordinarily
disposed to orders and reprimands,
set
to licking penis instead
, and her shipmate
sagged
at the effect
, provoking a lazy roll in the bedboat.

Ione laughed, threw herself
on him more carelessly, feeding the imbalance with a
thirsty, throat-packing
ingestion
. Abandoning herself to the act,
she blew Mark with a
hotheaded
vigor
that thrashed them
about the lagoon, constantly forcing him to shift his stance as
he
fought
for
balance
, fingers knott
ed
tight in her hair to secure a
bare
stability
.
Ione hurtled onto him over and over till
he
bounced in her mouth like a fisted
rebuke, to be retorted with equal vehemence
.
She was
humming
wantonly
, didn’t
know
it till she heard a raucous emanation from her lips trailing
his sudden withdrawal.

“
Lie down,” he
grunted.

S
he
rolled
obligingly on
to
her back and Mark drew her legs wide, eyes narrowed
indecipherably
.
Ione braced for the fulfillment of
a
hidden craving
, could already feel
the
imposing trunk
of his erection wrestling her
asshole
wide,
getting
in…

Her breath
fled
operatically
when
he
called
at
the
vagina
instead
,
filling
her to the belly. Their bodies locked, clinched by the
muscular
embrace of her
thighs
.

“
Ahhhhh…
fuck
,” s
he
exulted
,
unprepared for this sudden accommodation. He tried to
copulate
with her
,
but Ione held him fast, compelled by the imminent consummation of
her
long-frustrated need
, slid one hand down to touch her clitoris—rounding it once,
twice… and
on
the
third
circuit
she
commenced to
rub out
a
shaking, shameless
climax.

“
Ohhhh
yes!
” she wept, voice rising to a
shrill plateau from the saturated bliss at her crotch. He
was holding
her
now, breathing softly on her shoulder, the weight
of his
thick
body
distributed considerately along
her
form
. They lay
unmoving as the
tranquility
of the lagoon returned
.

Ione breathed easily, secretly pleased with
their tryst despite the danger. She had been considering potential
uses of Mark’s unique charisma since he joined them, knew she could
maneuver more confidently now that she had used his sexuality for
herself.

They sat up after a little,
reclined
against
the headboard cabinets and watched the circular current sweep
by their hideout. If there were skulks about they didn’t come near,
and Ione trusted darkness and
discretion to
keep it that way
. Mark still had an
erection, a fact they were both diplomatically
ignoring.

To sidestep this growing
awkwardness she inspected
the
cabinets
,
empty but
for a few odds and ends. Mark
reached in to
retrieve
a small object; a pipe-like
instrument
the length of a
finger. It had a
soft rubber clamp valve at
its middle, and each end of the toy terminated in a thick bulb with
an airway ducted through. One of these was flexible, the other bulb
was rigid.

“
What’s this?” he
wondered.

“
Heh. It’s a cinch. Sex toy
f
or the butthole.
”
Mark regarded its gleaming form with some
skepticism.

Ione grinned faintly and
spread her legs again, aroused by the premise of the device.
“
Put
it
in.”

Mark
surveyed the lagoon
for interlopers
then bent, settl
ing
himself between her thighs once more. S
oaping the toy for lubrication,
he
gently forced
its rigid end
to the gather of her asshole till it sensuously
flexed wide, eas
ed
the bulge
with
in
to be trapped in her rectum by the
puckered vigilance of her sphincter. The rubber bulb protruded a
little to nestle between her cheeks
.

“
Squeeze it.”

He did so, pumping a small
quantity of air into her rectum
.

“
More…”

He pinched the bulb again
and the pressure inside her rose. I
n
short order he had filled Ione’s rectum to an
exquisite tension. The pinched
rubber
valve in the
middle of the device
was
ready to
open
should
her grip
falter
.

“
Now fuck me
again, Mark
…”

He
shifted position, mounted her carefully, and
their eyes found each other as he
eased a little into her
vagina
. The
air pent
inside her
was a perfectly conforming
volume
, filling her to the limit,
threatening
rebellion
at any moment.

“
Go on…
” she breathed.

He
put his arms around her,
fingers
gathering again in her long, brown hair as they kissed.
His penis slowly withdrew, re
entered
to seat
firmly
inside. Her vagina
was
rendered exquisitely
sensitive by the adjoining pressure
in her
rectum,
pent
only
by
her unflinching grip on
the
cinch
valve
. Mark commenced a slow rhythm of
lovemaking, a
n indulgent
penetration that lifted
her
gently with each
stroke
.

“
Mmmmm… harder…”

He
obliged
, stretching
and
massaging the
packed
burden
of her rectum through the thin intervening
boundary, challenging her mastery. His tongue met hers
for a
sensual
dalliance; a gesture unveiled as
a feint an instant later when his penis
slammed
to
a
comp
l
ete
investiture of
her
twat
.

She lost control for an
instant, and
the
valve relaxed in her sphincter. Air
pressured
through to engage a
vibrating element, and the cinch lavished
her asshole with the effect of a fluttering tongue. Ione
gasped, viciously
puckering to regain
control
.

“
That was sneaky. You got
me,” she whispered, biting his ear. “Now fuck me some
more
,
” she invited.
“
Try it again
…”

Mark raised himself up on his hands and
muscularly addressed her twat, eyes narrowed in pleasure.

“
Harder!”
she hissed, teeth bared from the effort of
mastering the cinch, t
he
traitorous presence
at the
heart of
the experience
, patiently
measuring her
self-control
as she was
broadened on
Mark’s burly
flesh.

“
That’s it…” Ione mumbled,
eyes clamped tight.

Mark lifted her rump off the
soap, forced her into a
folded
posture,
nuzzling
her clitoris with the base of his shaft
on
each lunge. She lost
control momentarily and the cinch fluttered her knot again, a mad
stimulation that taunted her competence…
With no way to guess the throttling force needed to stay the
valve she was compelled to maintain an unfaltering grip, could feel
the sneaky thing trembling with each penetration, waging a slow war
on her psychological fortitude. This concentration of will required
a humiliating passivity otherwise, and Ione received penis with shy
delight.

“
Oh, yesss…”

Mark bore down, grinding
against her clit, feeding her resolve to
summon another, potentially harder
climax. It was coming…

“
Take it you skulk!” she
whispered, tone lilting hysterically as she lost control. “Oh, fuck
me…” Her demands echoed faintly around the lagoon, but she no
longer cared who heard.

She felt Mark’s weight shift. The rhythm of
intercourse faltered momentarily as his hand materialized at her
face, holding something.

Then a thick rubber cock filled her
mouth—another toy from the cabinet. She sucked it in without
thinking. Mark paused to tweak its exposed interval and Ione
abruptly felt the pinch of an integrated nose clamp. She tried to
spit the dick out but the painful tugging between her nostrils that
resulted quickly dissuaded her. Accepting this second indignity,
she slurped it noisily instead, expiating her need for verbal
expression on its inhibiting girth.

“
Mmmfsss… ooo vugg meee
arrdd…”

Mark commenced to plunge her with a masculine
prerogative that quickly challenged her grip on the cinch. This
scowling raid on her womanhood frayed Ione’s composure till the toy
shuddered joyfully again. She waged a colossal effort to stall it,
tortured by the self-denial required to hold on just a little
longer.

“
Don’t fight it…” Mark
throatily advised. “Just let it happen…”

He crushed her under his weight, ending any
pretense of consideration for her delicacy, levered his tyrannizing
cock with an authority that left nothing to negotiate.

“
Mmmmmmsssss…”

The plug in her throat was
swimming in drool, yanked her nostrils in a painful, self-induced
censure as she sucked it like a slipper.
The cinch fluttered
again
and she screwed her asshole tight. A
desperate
pleasure
rose between her thighs
, reaching
to
every quarter of her groin. Ione held on
as long as she could.

Then she couldn’t take it
anymore, gave up trying completely. T
he
valve opened unopposed
and the vibrating
element induced a sustained shudder of stimulation to her
sphincter, elevating her pleasure to a mind-bending
yield
.

A rasping wail issued around
the cock gag in her throat as Mark
fucked
her
with a finalizing
ardency
, and Ione moved
sympathetically with her lover, let the orgasm claim her for as
long as it would, a gloriously protracted joy lasting with the
vibration in her ass.

Her taut rectum slowly collapsed to a
comfortable flaccidity.

The cinch relented in
effect
and
Mark
ceased copulating with her. Ione
opened her eyes to see
him
passionately staring back, aroused and
unfulfilled. Neither spoke as a soft redolence of sweat-liberated
soap wafted
about
them
. Cleansed
by release,
Ione’s mind whirled with a
strange
fluidity
,
estimating their situation with new
clarity to belatedly identify a clever but cynical
symmetry
…