Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (32 page)

“
What
is
this stuff?”

“
You’re about to find out,”
Emma promised, reaching for a bottle of lubricant.

She
oiled his cock
with an indulgent
squeeze
,
thickening
it
to a resolute
tumidity
. Ione and Manassa crowded close as
Emma adorned her nipples with a pair of button-shaped clamps,
tightening them securely.

“
How about a nice soothing
booby-trap, hmmm?” she coaxed. “Let your other head do the thinking
for a bit.”

“
Sounds good. When in doubt,
whip it out,” Mark bleakly quipped, shrugging off his philosophical
turmoil. He composed himself on the blanket as she straddled his
legs. “That sturdy dictum never seemed so urgent as now, I have to
say.”

Emma picked up a jack, a big metal cock ring
with a weighted bulb descending from one side. “Just concentrate on
the reality of the moment. That’s how I get by. And we’ll deal with
your ‘urgent dictums’ in a most straightforward way, never fear.”
She slipped the jack onto his penis, orienting the bulb above his
testicles. Its pendulant mass sank between his thighs, levering his
erection straight up, skin pulled tight, freeing her hands for
other business.

Emma threaded her fingers between the
cap-like buttons fixed to her nipples as Ione helpfully slathered
more oil on his prick.

“
Time to trick the
candystick!” she sang and gathered herself about his erection with
a grin, moving with provocative unhaste. As the others watched she
proceeded to jog
her bosom in a swaggering,
elliptical motion.

“
Oh fuck, Emz,” he
whispered, instantly captivated by her sultry penile
massage.

“
You like that, don’t
you?”

“
Yes. Please don’t stop…” he
begged.

She took her time, sedately kneading his
manhood as Mark groaned in pleasure, staring helplessly at her
button clamps. They wagged hypnotically between fanned fingers as
Emma surehandedly swiveled her boobs, ravishing his rod with loving
little tip-smooches till it pulsed yearningly.

“
Look who’s gotten all cocky
on us,” Ione teased, one hand casually dipping for her own
crotch.

Each surging elevation of a bulky teat
conferred an oily, erogenous lathering to Mark’s jacked-up flesh,
and they wheedled him with coy observations about his needs, his
reduction to passivity by Emma’s charms as she gradually
accelerated to a brisk juggling. Mark stared in hungry fascination
as her twinkling button clamps traced taut ovals about his
prick.

“
Use the scytale,” Ione
suggested when he looked like he was going to lose
control.

“
Good idea.”

Emma picked up a plastic handle with a short
strip of soft fabric fastened to a freely rotating tip. Mark stared
as she poised it above his raptly pointing manhood, jacked
elegantly to the vertical.

“
I’m gonna fix your
business, skulk. We’re goin’ out for a spin!” Emma ground her pussy
on his thigh, shamelessly stimulating herself. She nimbly spun the
scytale about the base of his erection, letting the strap circle
round and round and up to form a spiral about his
manhood.

“
Your penis will just
love
this,” Ione
promised, grinning.

She had told Emma the scytale was a creation
of the Gnomon. The fabric strip was marked with fragments of
language that would align only if it was spiraled around the
correct shaft—a bizarre method of preserving messages through
dream, which otherwise scrambled the order of words. Emma had
whimsically decided this one was inscribed with a love poem.

She tugged gently on the toy and its soft
strap induced a slow vortex of stimulation on Mark’s liberally
oiled erection. He watched in astonishment as her fist orbited his
cock tip, feeding the scytale’s helical slither from above with a
ritual leisureliness. Its trailing end tickled about his balls.

“
Oh, fuck… where has
that
been,” he whispered,
spellbound by the constant, unidirectional flow of stimulation it
produced, an effect impossible to achieve by any other
means.

Ione leaned down and kissed him. “Nice, isn’t
it?” She lay one hand on his chest. “Like a really fancy
blowjob.”

Emma grinned. “This cock requires a firm
touch, as we know all too well. But it’s important to experience
the subtle pleasures, too. You need a nice, relaxing swirl to
season your interest.”

“
But…”

“
Yes, dear,” Ione informed.
“We know it won’t bring you to climax. When we’re done you are
going to march back down to the Lap and show the slippers your
erection, primed and ready for service.”

“
They’ll like that,” Emma
offhandedly confirmed, winding the scytale a little faster till the
fabric drag built to a coercive grasp.

“
But I wanna get off!” he
moaned.

“
You need to develop more
control over your appetites,” Ione sternly admonished. “It’s our
policy that men show a submissively bent pecker on demand. We’ve
been patient, but it seems like you need to be
disciplined.”

“
Let’s work him up a
little,” Emma said, bringing her face close to the action. She spun
the scytale to a hypnotic twirl around his propped-up cock,
lavishing special stimulation on its head and neck.

Ione pinched one of his nipples, kissed him
again, hovering possessively close. “Just relax and accept. A skulk
penis can find itself in all kinds of situations, and yours needs
to demonstrate that it can resist the wiles of a harmless toy like
this.”

“
Please don’t torture me
this way,” Mark pleaded. “I can’t take it…”

“
You want to get yourself in
a nice firm vagina, don’t you?” Emma goaded.

“
Oh, yesss…”

“
Let’s fit him with that
glider, Emz,” Ione spunkily advised.

“
Of course! He can pack our
twats to practice his self-discipline while we take the edge off
our own need with a nice hard shanking,” Emma enthused. She unwound
the scytale with a deft snap, prompting a yelp.

Ione grinned.
“Hold still, skulk
.
” She removed the jack, allowing his
erection to recline on his muscled abdomen.

Emma selected
a small toy
shaped like a
long, wiggly tongue
.

“
What’s
th
at for?”
Mark
dizzily inquired.

“
It’s for pleasuring your
women,” Emma explained.

“
Mount her,” Ione
commanded.

Mark rose, furiously erect
now, rolled over on top of
Emma, already
spread and waiting on her back.

Ione
took the
glider
and secured one end around the base of
his
penis
by
a
comfortably molded spring clasp
. The
toy lay along the top of his shaft and t
he
tongue was hinged such that it would
ride
up across a woman’s vulva as she was penetrated,
rhythmically
nuzzling her
clitoris
left and right with each stroke of
its
knurled
underside.

“
Open her up,” Ione
commanded.

Mark
peeled Emma’s legs wide and plant
ed
his bulging arms to either side.
His penis loomed
awkwardly
large, poised at the
comparative
daintiness of her
blond cleft
, but
they all
knew from
experience
she
could handle him.

He entered
her
with carefully
moderated force,
slowly
filling
her
crotch, and the
glider
rode up the seam of her vulva to reach
her clitoris
. She exhaled
dramatically at the sensation of i
ts
weighted length
bearing down on her
womanhood, licking her libidinous bead like a wagging tongue. He
gently withdrew to the same effect, began to stroke her with
considerate but insistent force.

“
Emma, you have an amazing
twat,” he sighed, enjoying himself.

She was soon
reduced to
a
panting
self-absorption
as
the
glider
slid across her vulva
on a cadence
derived
from
the movement of
his
whole body
,
artfully
complementing
the
manly
lunge of his girthy
prick
.
She
receiv
ed
this
pleasure
as if being fucked and licked by two lovers in perfect
consonance, an experience never quite possible any other
way
. Her
breasts
rounded about her immediate
view, yanked to flattening
when
he
shoved more forcefully.
The light dimmed seductively as a dense cloud passed by.

Ione
shifted about on the blanket so she could draw Emma’s head up
into her lap. Whispering romantically, she combed her blond hair
aside with elegantly tapered
fingers that
soon advanced to her lolling breasts,
trapping
the buttoned
nipples
.

With a
sigh
Emma opened herself up all the
way, legs sprung wide, vulva pulsing from the
rapturous touch of the glider tongue as it pounced back and
forth on her snatch. Her clitoris wiggled under the sensually
upcurved toy as Mark rigorously exercised her vagina, developing
the pleasure to a new plateau.

“
Oh don’t stop, skulk… get
it just like that,” Emma whimpered.

“
Let’s take her through,”
Ione decided, dragging harder on Emma’s nipple clamps. Manassa was
watching the action closely now and Emma realized the big woman was
masturbating, felt the peripheral seduction of her womanhood, its
taste still faintly lingering on her tongue.

“
Grip,” Mark ordered. Emma
gathered the delicate muscles of her vagina to oblige
him.

“
Good,” he confirmed. “Keep
it cinched.”

The glider licked away at her pubis, layering
the blissful, penis-crammed ache inside her with a fluttering kiss
at her clit; a muscular but delicate program that was tending to a
joyous conclusion. His vigor jounced Ione, who responded by
penalizing her nipples, plucking them mercilessly.

“
You may climax,” she
finally informed Emma, and Mark sent the glider dancing on her pud
with a jaunty clitoromania. Emma whimpered brokenly, a sound that
intensified to a warbling din as
the others
pinned her thrashing body between them, finishing her with a
coordinated effort
.

“
Thank you thank oh fuck,
fuck I yes…”

“
That’s it little slipper…”
Mark coaxed, punching her pocket with brutal insistence to deliver
a fierce, gender-affirming climax.

“
Ahh
yesss
,” she wept as the glider
lustily advanced and retreated before her, wanting its dance to
last forever… “I love you I love you love you love…”

She sighed in emptied
contentment as Mark decelerated from his macho occupation of her
crotch, breathing noisily under the muttering notice of distant
thunder.
He eased his penis out of
her at last and they were all silent for a
little.

But the business of his
prick was still unfinished, and he turned grimly to
Ione before long.

“
Turn over.”

She
smiled uncertainly but complied
.

“
Put your hands behind your
back.” She did as instructed and Mark grabbed her crossed wrists,
pinning them in place.

“
What’s
happening?”

“
You’re going to be spanked.
You’ve needed it for a long time.” Ione looked anxiously over her
shoulder but didn’t try to resist.

Emma stared down at her lover. Ione had a
beautiful backside; pertly muscular with a nice, deep divide, and
Emma got her tongue into it every chance she got. But she was not
psychologically empowered by their relationship to deliver
spankings or engage in other formally dominant behavior. The
hulking man on top of her now clearly felt otherwise.

Mark’s free hand rose, was momentarily framed
by a moody cloudscape, then swung with almost invisible velocity to
clap Ione’s clenched and mounded stack.

“
Oh!”

She wriggled in his grip, but Mark was
hopelessly stronger and Ione quickly desisted. Emma guessed she was
barely comfortable being manhandles in front of Manassa—she
wouldn’t want to be seen struggling.