Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (29 page)

Emma shrugged faintly. “Not really. Can’t go
anywhere without being mobbed by the next slippers on the lottery.
A fortunate thing in a way…”

Ione pondered this, stroking Emma’s soft
blond locks, redolent of imaginary orchards and rain. “You still
think he’s gonna screw us over somehow?”

Emma just sighed. It was a tired topic of
conversation, with nothing new to refine its paranoid
postulations.

Ione was lulled again by the lighthearted
ambience of the Lap women in the hot pool, now populated by three
sex of slippers at least. Someone hollered for an auction and
Manassa policed the affair, audible from time to time as referee
and disciplinarian. Unruly slippers were quite happily spanked on
the spot. Everyone was trying to engage the big woman, enraptured
by her exotically nude vagina, her unrivaled proportions and
undeniable beauty. But with Emma in her arms Ione felt no jealousy.
They drowsed until the noise rendered it difficult.

Ione sat up, flinging
her long brown hair to
whip
Emma
playfully on the ass
. The smaller
woman
giggled and propped herself on one
elbow as Ione
found a whisper-soft brush
and groomed her golden tresses with leisurely assumption.
From out in the pool a chorus of cheers erupted as
someone conquered someone else. Manassa could be clearly heard
above the noise, belting out warnings and judgments.

“
Where’s she sleep, besides
here?” Ione wondered.

“
I don’t even try to keep
track anymore
,
”
Emma
admitted
. “You know how you wake up
sometimes and she’ll be right next to you in bed?”

“
Yeah,” Ione sniffed and
sent the brush down to presumptively stroke Emma’s delicate blond
minge
, inducing a blissful shiver in the
smaller woman’s belly. “Worried you’ll get molested?” she
teased.

“
Huh-uh,” Emma murmured.
“Got someone for that already,” she purred as Ione sensually
brushed her vulva.

“
I think I’ll take the heat
out of you before we do the hot pool,” she decided, drawing the
other woman’s thighs wider.

“
Mmmmmm…” Emma softly hummed
as Ione slowly caressed her glistening lips, grazed the engorged
clitoris at their apse. “Faster…” she urged.

But Ione took her time, patiently developed
her excitement one stroke on another to a shivering condition of
almost-climax.

“
Oh, Ione lemme have it,
please lemme have it,” Emma moaned.

“
Hold on,” she teased. “You
can take a little more…” They kissed with slow urgency as Ione
tortured her lover till she was desperate for release.

“
Please…
”

“
You really need it,
love?”

“
Really really
really…”

“
Alright, then. Spread your
legs a little wider and concentrate on the pleasure. I’ll give you
one chance.”

“
Yes… oh thank you,
yes…”

“
Here we go…”

Ione delicately whisked her womanhood,
granting her the stimulation she craved and the little blond
climaxed in her arms, mumbling adorably. When she was totally spent
Ione brought the twat-aromatic brush to her nose, inhaled
deeply.

“
Life has nothing more
wonderful,” she murmured, snuggling tight with Emma.

“
I can think of one thing,”
her companion sleepily replied. “Turn over and I’ll loosen your
knot.”

Ione considered the offer for a moment,
aroused enough by their intimacy to crave Emma’s muscular but canny
tongue in her behind. But the other woman was totally relaxed and
she decided to leave her that way.

“
Later. I’ll want the whole
treatment,” she tenderly insisted. “Kissing, fingers, penetration
and punishment…”

Emma breathed a wordless assent and they lay
together, entwined to the maximum contact of flesh.

“
I’m ready for a
bath,
”
Ione
declared some time later
, flouncing
up
with enough vigor to decisively change
the mood
.

“
Me, too,” Emma concurred,
playfully fondling her rump as she clambered over the raised
perimeter of the bed.

T
hey
padded out the ivy-laced arch at the back of the apartment to the
hot pool and waded in
. The slippers gave
them the space all established couples had a right to expect, and
Ione soaped herself thoroughly as burbling turbulence tickled her
skin, sent bubbles dancing to amuse them.

“
Everyone’s in a good mood,”
Emma happily observed.

“
Yeah.”

“
Half the Lap is in here,”
the blond estimated, gaze slowly sweeping about the hot
pool.

Ione watched her use this random-seeming
survey to scrutinize Manassa’s bouncing and brawling form. She
sighed, abruptly irritated with her companion.

“
Spread’em,” she instructed,
determined to publicly redress this chronic little perfidy. Emma
pulled into a backfloat, circled her legs about Ione’s
waist.

“
First a brushing, now I get
washed?” she hesitantly grinned, searching Ione’s
expression.

Ione proceeded to work a lathered washcloth
around her companion’s widespread thighs, rubbing deep into the
folds and cinctures of her flesh, then set to a licentious
scrubbing of her sexuality, back and forth and around, knowing her
partner would have trouble climaxing again so quickly.

“
That’s nice,” Emma
whispered, eyes narrowing above raptly flared lips, wanting to
believe it would end well.

Ione soaped her forefinger and prodded gently
at the smaller woman’s sphincter, eased it in.

“
Ohhhh…” she noisily
suspired and a dox of nearby slippers turned to watch.

Ione pushed further inside, probing her heat,
then curled her finger into a hook to secure her flesh. She
proceeded to rub Emma’s captive vulva with the washcloth in slow
but deliberate circles, making sure to engage the clitoris on each
pass.

“
Yesss…. just like that… oh
please don’t stop, love…” Emma whimpered. Ione knew the smaller
woman suspected treachery, but there was nothing she could do till
it was revealed or disproven. Ione exploited this ambiguity to mean
effect, washing her with a gentle, smiling menace.

They weren’t the only ones negotiating
dominance and submission. Several women were scattered on the
grassy bowl circling the pool, and Ione saw one of them use a vibe
on her lover, a vaginal insert attached to a thick elastic strand
that could be plucked at varying levels of tension to induce a
precisely shaped vibration to the genitals. Its rubbery
mellisonance just reached her ears, a low tone rising…

Next to them on the lawn a cute little
slipper with short black tresses had her face planted between a
brawny set of thighs. She was wearing a necknob; a thick collar
attached to a pear-shaped anal plug. As she sucked away at her
lover’s genitalia, the rhythmic retraction of her shoulders induced
a partial withdrawal of the knob, perfectly enhancing her oral
affections. The bigger woman had bound her submissive companion to
service with the device, would keep the boldly flared plug trapped
in her rectum till she was satisfied. Necknobs were even worn as
jewelry of a very suggestive sort, and some had richly ornamented
collars to that end. Ione had come to adore a passionate knobbing,
and Emma kept several of the toys with their anal things in one of
the three big drawers of the bed.

Manassa was presently initiating a tumble,
one of the more boisterous games employed in the regular
competition to determine Mark’s bed partner. A buoyant tubular
chassis outfitted with an array of cuffs and thongs, the tumbler
was frequently seen about the hot pool.

Ione released Emma just before climax. “Let’s
go watch the game. You’ll enjoy it more in an aroused condition.”
Emma winced at this calculated deprival, looked like she was about
to beg. Ione stared at her lover, waiting.

“
Asshole,” Emma finally
laughed.

“
No more than you deserve,”
she grinned.

“
Yeah, maybe…”

“
C’mon,” Ione smiled,
forgiving all, and they swam over to be near the action.

Manassa saw the first woman installed within
the tumbler, pulling limbs till she was stretched wide, bound at
each extremity to its chassis. “Roll it!” she ordered.

The tumbler was spun by eager hands to put
its first occupant on top, facing down. The second woman was
secured immediately under her such that their bodies were joined
all along the front, nipples and lips matching intimately.

“
Roll it!” Manassa called
again, and the tumbler was maneuvered so that the women were now
side by side.

“
Open up,” she directed, and
Ione watched as the slippers arched their hips apart to allow a
long, knobby, double-sided dildo between them. Manassa positioned a
head at either vagina and it was promptly swallowed from view on a
chorus of raunchy threats.

“
Suck it in,
slip!”

“
That’s how she likes
it!”

“
The pussy and for wide she
takes!”

Ione chuckled, appreciating the steadily
improving intelligibility of the women all the more for the
flagrantly amphibolous communications they occasionally
generated.

Manassa ordered everyone back to allow the
tumbler room to move. “Kiss!” she ritualistically enjoined the
slippers. They did as required.

“
Round one… go!”

Ione saw the contest commence on a zealous
wave of erotogenic gumption. The tumbler pitched wildly as the
trussed contestants jacked the phallus into each other, shifting
back and forth to tactically minimize the advances of the enemy,
yanking at the cuffs, rolling the frame one way then the other in
an attempt to get on top. One of them managed to accomplish this
before too long.

“
Get her Helia!”

“
Screw her till she
begs!”

“
Fuck, you bitches! Fuck!”
someone screeched to their collective amusement.

The woman facing down took immediate
advantage of her leverage to hammer the phallus into her
competitor, who was now forced to reciprocate against the
oppressive drag of gravity. This was a tiring proposition, and the
bottom-lying slipper did her best to sublimate the other woman’s
furious penetration into a sensual, whole-body undulation,
spastically hauling on her thongs all the while, rocking the
tumbler till it splashed sideways again. The crowd screamed
encouragement to both contestants.

“
It’s exhausting just to
watch them,” Emma grumbled, though Ione knew she loved the tumbler,
usually woke in time to catch the last few rounds at
least.

The game quickly reduced even the most
physical slippers to a heaving, wheezing copulation. Ione laughed,
soaping Emma’s tits in good humor as the women vented their
competitive energies on each other, lips brushing between shouted
insults.

“
Look at that big, fat penis
in you!”

“
Take it, you
slipper!”

They fucked in alternation as the tumbler
rolled one way then the other, temporarily granting each woman the
advantage of being on top. A sex or more of amorous slippers
frolicked around them, enjoying the show and gathering intelligence
on potential rivals.

One of the contestants finally got the
advantage, managed to time the churning waves, hauling the tumbler
up and around with desperate skill to put her in the superior
position. It was obvious the other woman lacked the strength at
this point to change their orientation again.

“
Don’t let her trick
you…”

“
Give it to her nice and
slow, Helia.”

And she did. Ione watched, caught somewhere
between arousal and laughter as the woman on the bottom finally
accepted what was going to happen, locked eyes with her conqueror
as she built the rhythm of penetration from a measured,
twat-clenched boffing to an irresistibly kinetic bounce. No one
looking on was unmoved by the sight of their reddened genitals
rhythmically kissing around the sturdy girth of the phallus, lips
on lips.

The submissive contestant bleated, an abject
sound almost smothered by the variously cheering and jeering
onlookers, and Emma whistled appreciatively as she surrendered to
the other woman, climaxed on her authority, limbs fluttering in the
thick rubber cuffs. The winner made sure to thoroughly redeem her
opponent of lusts, and the helpless slipper was left with a
love-smitten expression that Ione recognized—more than a few
couples had discovered each other on the tumbler.

“
We have a victor!” Manassa
called as the chassis was emptied of flesh and readied for another
contest.

Ione and Emma were
shortly
joined by
Mark, trailed by a trix of women with near-term
expectations of service
.
Ione flung him a sympathetic glance as she drained
nectar from a tapered flute in a long gulp.

“
What’s up, big
guy?”

“
Manassa tell you already?”
he grinned.

Ione was instantly intrigued. “What?”