Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (21 page)

Left and right on this curving promenade Ione
saw open chambers littered with colorful evidence of prior tenancy;
blankets and beds, cabinets, rugs, and lonely gnomes glowing onto
bedrooms and salons. There was no evidence of current occupancy—the
place had been deserted a long time ago.

They strode in long, sluggish steps toward
the heart of the sanctuary; an island where a large apartment
commanded a circumferential view of the inner neighborhoods.

Ione had once expected to reach the Lap in
the company of all the doyennes, part of a collective leadership.
But now…

She considered Emma, then her gaze traveled
to Mark and Manassa. Ione realized that her adventures with these
people were already more significant than anything history tendered
to recollection. Emma was her true love. Manassa was threatening
but exotic, and Mark looked to be far more pleasurable company than
some randomly captured skulk…

“
So what’s next?” he
inquired, staring into the interior of the central residence with a
hopeful expression. Ione realized he wanted to get out from under
the scrutiny of the women, who constantly vied for his attention in
little ways. He was a hero now, added to his beauty and
intelligence, and their adoration would only intensify.

“
Wanna head inside?” Emma
suggested.

Ione nodded, and Emma turned to the women,
calling for silence. With a few words and gestures she dispersed
them to the surrounding apartments on their own cognizance, mostly
as established couples.

Ione ascended with her friends onto a
perimeter of soft grass circling the doyenne’s residence, came to a
low gate set in a ragged battlement of head-high, aromatic plants
bounding a colorful garden.

She was the first to enter the apartment,
found herself in a wide antechamber. A low couch dominated one side
of the room amidst a profusion of cushions, and tapestries in happy
hues adorned the walls. A broad archway led into the main quarters
of the residence; a combination bedroom and place of recreation,
strewn with heavy rugs of a foot-soothing leniency of weave.
Bulging divans arranged in a circle divided the room into inner and
outer territories, and a row of shapely, free-standing closets
lined the rear of the chamber, stuffed with towels, blankets, many
varieties of juice and a large selection of toys.

Above them a red-eyed gnome peered intimately
down, raining a sensual pink light onto the scene. At the center of
the chamber a gigantic round bed squatted. It was big enough to
sleep a six of people under its voluminous red canopy, which was
lofted by three wooden posters carved like pairs of shapely female
legs.

“
Hey, look!” said Manassa,
bounding through a leaf-shrouded arch at the rear of the apartment.
Outside, a broad bowl of thick grass cupped a merrily bubbling
pool, source of a fragrant mist wandering the little
island.

Life in the Lap

“
Shut up!” Ione
grumped.

Emma halted a noisy
transaction of oral pleasure, grin smeared with fragrant apricot
syrup. From
everywhere
in the Lap sounds of lovemaking could be
heard
;
frisky
bedboat copulations, finger-sped pleasures in foment, whips and
whimpered elicitations full of guile.

“
Why?” Emma queried, licking
her lips.

“
They’ll
hear
!”

Emma giggled.
“
So? Everyone’s fucking.
”

Ione
sought for a reasonable objection, sighed and
closed her eyes.

Emma was
simultaneously
performing oral
gratification and vaginal intercourse
by
means
of
a
lengthy
strap-on
phallus that swiveled at her crotch
. It was
casually referred to as
a leg by the women
of the Lap.
Regarding
Ione
with a more composed
expression,
she
reached out to a tray near
by
on the blankets and acquired another dribble of
texture
d
syrup
,
spread
it on
her lover’s
vulva with a
slow
flourish and respectfully eased the toy into
motion
again, thrusting
with tentative license.
A sweet
aroma welled up in a moist haze as she
affectionately kissed Ione’s clitoris, making friends
again
. Emma resumed a
sensual rhythm of intercourse and her lover relaxed after a
little.

Ione’s tautly parted vulva
was the site of innumerable campaigns of satisfaction, more
familiar to Emma than her own.
At the
moment h
er arms were wrapped around the
long woman’s
lissome
thighs, fingers spreading her labia. This was the most
comfortable, most natural position in which to
perform
oral sex, but it did not allow
for simultaneous penetration; a requirement for the
most intense
orgasms. Thus
the use of a “leg” phallus, driven intuitively and confidently from
the hips to plunder Ione’s cunt
as Emma
licked a teasing counter-rhythm at her swollen
clitoris
.

After a pleasant interval of this her own
cravings were bidding urgently for consideration and Emma decided
to finish her lover.

“
Wanna play
twat-or-knot?”

Ione raised her head,
skeptically
assessed
the privacy of the apartment
and
nodde
d
.

For this simple recreation,
Emma would verbally specify an interval of penetration followed by
a location; either her lover’s twat or her muscularly knotted
sphincter. If Ione correctly anticipated the locale
she got her pussy licked
while
Emma fucked the chosen
orifice
. If not, she was twat-spanked
instead.

Collecting herself, Emma pronounced “five,”
and in the next breath said “knot.” Ione, cued by the utterance of
the number, whispered “twat” in unison with the second term—the
wrong answer.

Emma bit the flared rubber
lip of the leg’s depth-stop and dexterously shifted it to Ione’s
pucker, trembling with reluctance to admit it. Her right hand rose
admonitorily and her lover stiffened, then grudgingly submitted to
protocol. Emma slowly pushed the leg’s thick phallus into
her
rectum
, forcing it halfway. She patted
experimentally at
her
vulval seam, provoking a tiny spasm.

“
One
.
”

She
eased the leg out with an arched retreat of her hips, slid it
deeper in her lover’s asshole.

“
Two, three…” Emma counted
the strokes as she drove harder, spanking Ione’s vagina
more aggressively
with
each invasion.
Smack. Smack.

“
Four…”
Smack.
Her belly curled to jock the
phallus all the way into Ione’s butt cheeks as her hand came down
with a painful, parting
contact
. “Five.”
Smack!

“
Fuck, Emz…” Ione
winced.

It was time for a new number.

“
A dox,” said Emma, then
“knot”
.
Ione
murmured “knot” at the same time,
guessing
correctly. Emma smiled, lips
finding her chastened clitoris, gently kissing and sucking at
it
as
the leg drove
into her rectum again. Ione’s pleasure
steadily mounted as a double six of penetrations took
place.

“
Sixtwo,” said Emma, and
“twat”, and Ione was too distracted to call on time, earning her
the standard penalty for silence; a single, stiff remonstration to
the pubis.

Smack! Emma’s oiled palm elicited a clamped
hiss of agony from the leader of the Lap.

“
Sixfive,” she offered next,
then “twat” again and Ione correctly called the locale with her.
Emma obligingly kissed her clitoris, circling its hot erection with
a sticky tongue. She put the long phallus back into
Ione’s
vagina, let her
swaggering thighs generate a raunchy copulation to loosen the
bigger woman’s
tense
flesh, plunging almost a dox of times.

W
ithout pausing she said “five,” then “knot”. Ione miscalled
“twat”
, and
Emma
bit the rubber lip to shift the leg phallus down, driving it deep
into her ass on the first lunge, spanking her vagina firmly as she
fucked the other woman with impartial rigor.
Ione endured this punishment in cursing vexation, wriggling to
minimize the worst of it. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack!

“
Doxtwo,”
Emma
specified next, and
“twat.” Ione correctly called “twat” with her. Emma put the leg
back into
her
vagina, fucking it hard on a lively impulsion from her lower
body. She bent to cunnilingus, shyly
lapping
her lover’s sex, playing the
roles of two women with dissonant rhythms.

“
Sixthree,”
s
he s
aid next, and
Ione called “knot” with her. Emma could tell she would gamble for
climax soon
; o
ne
big win would do it
, scheduled
to the butthole
as
it usually worked out
—w
hen it
did
work out.
Ione had
abandoned twat-or-knot
more than a few times on account its
painful
complications to
orgasm
.

Emma thrust hard into her
rectum, kissing and licking vigorously up and down her
blushing
vulva,
coaxing
a rapidly
narrowing excitement
by
the heated action of her tongue. Ione’s athletic thighs yawned
wider.
Her head was thrown back now, mouth
open wide as she
tracked
ecstasy through a tricky fog of
calculation.

“
Four… knot,” said Emma,
trying to sucker her, but her partner was canny enough not to risk
punishment for a minimal possibility of climax
. She was silent for the call.

Smack!
Emma i
ssued the penalty for
non-participation, and Ione cursed under a jagged, indrawn breath.
Her body was shaking from the intensity of the game and Emma
smiled, knowing she would be expecting a big number.

“
A six,” she said, and
“twat.” Ione gambled pointlessly on her knot and lost the
round.

The
long phallus
of the leg slipped up to
be forced all the way into her vagina, rhythmically tensing on each
stroke to meet her punitive hand
;
S
mack! Smack! Smack!

Fingers flattening
her
weeping
mound,
Emma thrust faster, working the
leg on a hard-minded schedule of exploitation.

Smack!
Smack!
Smack!

Ione’s jaw clenched, mutely
signal
ing
the
effectiveness
of this correction as she
was
bullied back from climax.

“
Doxfour,” said Emma, and
Ione
whimpered
“knot” with her. Emma smiled and pushed into her rectum on a
savage schedule of domination, fucking like a skulk as her tongue
delivered an incongruously timid invitation to
joy
, a lover’s paean to vaginal
bliss…

Ione’s sensitive little
nipples were starkly distended, begging to be touched, and Emma
reached to one, pinched it hard to prompt the completion of the
act.
She felt her lover stiffen,
desperately
reconciling
the unrelated rhythms of her lovemaking to a convergent
ecstasy
.

“
Oh fuck, don’t
stop…”

The count was abandoned to
the perfection of the orgasm, and Emma hurtled into her
rectum
again and again
with the hip-driven phallus, effecting the crucial broadening Ione
needed for a violently pleasurable release
.
H
er mouth issu
ed
slow spirals to the
defiant stub
of her
clitoris, prolonging the
ecstasy
as the other woman
helplessly
reconciled
her
soft licking and
charged penetration.

“
Ohhh, Emz!” she warbled, a
conquered sound issuing from the vault of self-control,
announcement to the Lap that she was a slipper like any, needed
discipline and release as they did. Emma lovingly emptied her of
pretense or sophistication to finally acknowledge just the
elemental gestures of the game they played; lips on twat, cock in
knot—happiness.