Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (23 page)

“
I need a bigger whip as it
is,” Manassa observed, reflecting on her role as the Lap’s
disciplinarian. She whimsically spanked the slipper bouncing on
Mark’s erection and she promptly shrilled, joy peaking.

“
And away we go!” Mark
boomed.

“
The pleasure she did,
yesss
yesssss!
”
his lover of the moment warbled. Her climax persevered through a
six of euphoric cock-hops, and when she was done Mark considerately
held her trembling form for a little, still penetrated to the
balls.

The next slipper on the
lottery clamored for attention before long, but the redhead
wouldn’t voluntarily surrender her turn
.
She relented only when
Manassa
sharply
order
ed
her
away
.

“
Off! Let go of the penis!
Someone else is next!” The woman sullenly obliged, splashing away
to masturbate in privacy, reliving the encounter.

Mark was
soon
between another set of legs,
using a splay to isolate her clitoris under his hardworking tongue.
This rendition of the popular toy was fashioned as a voluptuous
figurine of a woman, bent at the waist to present thick legs into
the subject’s vagina, arms reaching up to circle her clitoris,
spreading the labia wide.

More women were arriving at the hot pool,
irresistibly drawn to his masculine ambience.

A half-dox of them over in the shallows had a
curvy little slipper trapped in a pinky ring; an encircling barrier
of twats flashing intimate colors. She tried to escape—difficult
with her hands pent behind—but was repelled again and again by
strong thighs and glistening vulvas, too many and too frustrated
for her to win past, though her noisy, cootch-slobbering attempts
were fun to watch. There was a ragged cheer as they crowded her
kneeling form, condensing her world to a blur of predatory cunt
lips. One of her captors went for a rubout, attempting to seduce
her by a sudden, grinding confrontation with her womanhood, but the
encircled slipper skillfully licked her crotch back, motivated by
the prospect of a group-induced orgasm if she could withstand the
bullying a little longer…

Two women used cues and trammels on the grass
nearby. The cues were handheld grips with sliding extrusions that
indicated the intensity of a woman’s pleasure or pain. Squeezing
one gently forced a colored lozenge minimally into view, but at
full grip it projected boldly, signaling a maximal response. The
devices allowed new lovers to quickly learn each other’s
desire.

Trammels were heavy, foam-clad shapes that
were used to pin a wrist or ankle down. Where formal bondage wasn’t
reasonable or necessary they offered a fast, flexible way to
exercise dominance. The arched weights could be conveniently
repositioned as needed but were heavy enough to feel
authoritatively restrictive. Like cues, they were most useful among
women exploring new relationships or sexual techniques.

Clothing lay strewn about, mostly lingerie.
Another means of experimenting with identity and self-expression,
these lacy and frilly items were stripped away by slippers with the
same sensual deliberation employed to select and occupy them.

“
It’s good! It’s good! Soooo
gooooood!” Another slipper finished noisily on Mark’s erection,
eyes fluttering as he stared back in
real,
if exhausted lust
.

Emma
knew why
—
he
had been
sucked, fucked,
toyed,
gamed
, masturbated
and
pleaded with by every woman of the
Lap without
reaching climax
once.

This
had become a serious problem.

Mark spent
a good part of
his
time
serving the women sexually, delivering
the male experience with unrivaled charisma and generosity.
He had proven himself invaluable for this alone,
but he was also highly intelligent and could appreciate the
delicacy of their political situation, tactically reinforcing the
doyenne’s regime as needed. This rendered him a supremely
useful
ally
.

All in all Emma suspected
there would have been less trouble without him,
though
.
There were
men ranging about the exterior waters of the Lap that could
be safely acquired
for
pleasure,
as had been done
in the past
. It was
tiresome to deal with their security arrangements however,
and
Emma couldn’t really imagine trading
Mark’s beauty and sophistication for a couple of boorish
skulks.

Ione wouldn’t even consider
it. She clearly had more trust for Mark than Manassa, and he evened
up the dynamic of their group, giving her a rational ally to
counter the more whimsical attitudes of the other doyennes. Emma
could do without other men in general;
it
was just the splashing confirmation of hot semen in her mouth she
really missed, would never have guessed it played such a potent
role in her self-image.

Mark’s untiring erection was
a beacon to the slippers, a constant provocation to unruly
behavior. It was possible to attain up to a six of orgasms between
full slumbers, and most of the women aspired to that. This
generated a huge aggregate demand for sexual interaction, so to
keep things reasonable they
had organized
games and rituals to manage the tension
,
and these were in full swing now.

“
Straddleboat
contest
!
”
Manassa throatily declared, still wearing the
buoys
. The Lap’s biggest female oversaw a
routine competition to determine which lucky slipper would sleep
with Mark later, hers to enjoy exclusively till the community woke
again. He got to choose the method of competition though, and had
eventually fixed on the straddleboat challenge—partly for the
lively entertainment it offered, but also to leave the eventual
winner compliantly exhausted.

Ione had been roused by the noisy banter of
the hot pool, was watching from the edge in sleepy interest as
women splashed down streams from neighboring apartments to join the
action on the island.

A red boat was pulled off
the grass and drawn to the center, where the pool yawned steeply
down to an apparently limitless depth
. This
craft was devised such that pedal-driven screws in the middle spat
warm water up into the rider’s vaginas, which were carefully
situated athwart opened seats to receive these sensual
sprays.

A bright blond slipper with
huge legs
faced
a
mean-looking woman of comparable
stature; the previous winner, well known for her stamina and
skill.

“
You!”

“
Ha!
Y
ou
!
”

“
Into the boat! Straddle
up!” Manassa hollered, and Emma stroked closer to watch, converging
with Ione near the middle of the pool.

The contestants hauled themselves onto the
straddleboat, settled their genitalia before its angled nozzles,
lips spread wide by the sloped profile of the divided seat. The
blond rubbed herself in anticipation, and her opponent prepared for
the contest by firmly smacking her own twat, strategically reducing
its sensitivity. They locked hands, pushed back hard on each other,
snarling promises and threats.

The pool was noisy with jostling, chattering
women now, all looking to Manassa.

“
Round one, ready!” she
called, raising a fist high. Emma felt herself tense, caught up in
what promised to be a rousing competition. Ione leaned
close.

“
Natalie’s gonna take her,”
she opined.

“
Naw. You haven’t seen Annie
play recently. Look at those legs!”

“
Well, I bet one of’em fucks
Mark tonight,” Ione sourly observed. Emma shared her frustration,
excluded with the other doyennes from the games, though it would
not likely have mattered anyway; she wouldn’t have had a chance
against either of the women competing now.

“
Go!” Manassa
shouted.

The women commenced to pedal furiously,
setting the boat’s helical screws into motion. The vessel lurched
and water was channeled up through nozzles to blast at the
contestants’ flared pudenda. They wailed at the sensation, slowing
almost immediately to soften its velocity. Natalie recovered first,
gritting around the stimulation to bear down hard on the cranks,
and Annie was pushed helplessly backward, unable to abide the
twat-slapping flow required to equal her speed.

A chorus of enthusiasm rose among the
onlookers, and Emma heard Annie whispering furiously to herself,
thighs quaking as her vulva was forcefully spritzed. Emma got a
good look at her vagina as they drifted slowly past, nudged Ione so
she could enjoy the sight of her shapely red lips under
assault.

Mark had maneuvered himself close.

“
Hope someone with a little
more restraint prevails this time,” he muttered, leaving Emma to
guess what had transpired with Natalie.

“
Go, Annie!” a partisan
shrieked, and the big blond, who was popular around the Lap,
grinned in appreciation, aggressively plying the pedals. The
straddleboat stalled, and Natalie hissed at the effort of
countering her enemy’s charge. Both women sublimated a heroic,
quim-shivering barrage that couldn’t be endured for long. They
relented for a little, furiously aroused, then collected themselves
for another surge.

“
Ha!”

Annie struck out first, accelerating
determinedly, her clenched countenance trenchantly illustrating the
mental fortitude required to accommodate the furious
pussy-pummeling that resulted. Natalie exhaled with a screech and
stomped on the pedals, accepting a withering blast at the pubis,
and Annie was once again overcome, drifting humiliatingly in
reverse as she fought to stall the other woman.

Emma could tell that the big blond was
playing it careful, already driven close to orgasm by the spray,
the muscular excitement of the game and the chance to display her
voluptuous body. The slippers screamed, catching Emma up in their
excitement, and she reached down to grab Mark’s erection out of
sight.

“
You take it!” Annie shouted
to her nemesis, obviously convinced that dire action was required,
and she loaded her whole mass into the pedals to heedlessly screw
water up at her vulva, flattening it wide. Emma watched her
desperately attempt to preserve her speed on the pedals while
stymieing the bliss.

“
Kick!” someone screamed as
Natalie stalled the boat again on a tantrum of pud-slapping cranks,
slowly reversed it as her friends cheered.

“
Shower those twats!”
another slipper ruthlessly encouraged, and Emma invisibly jacked at
Mark’s penis, heedless of the arousal, heard him mutter
uncertainly.

Annie closed her eyes, let her legs go slack
at the pedals, breathing calmly as her enemy pedaled triumphantly
toward the grassy perimeter of the pool where victory awaited. Emma
could see Natalie’s muscular thighs quivering about the frothy
channel sluiced between them as she desperately evaded
consummation.

“
Now, Annie!” someone
yelled, fathoming her strategy. The big blond commenced to slowly
pedal, letting the screw luxuriantly dress her vagina. The
straddleboat halted just before the grassline to deny the other
woman’s conquest.

Annie managed to reverse its direction, and
this final effort exceeded her competitor’s self-control. She began
to stutter at the pedals, voice coming in slipperish installments
of nonsense.

“
This not has, no happen
not…”

“
You got her Annie!” a
friend shouted. “Go for it!”

Mark’s penis was furiously engorged in Emma’s
hand, and she laughed as another slipper got a grip on it.

Annie continued to accelerate, ignoring the
other woman to compel the boat at precisely the velocity her
shuddering sexuality allowed, skirting climax with a clenched
finesse to best the other woman’s strategy.

Natalie orgasmed noisily, calves dancing as
she abandoned any thought of opposition and simply drilled water
into her crotch to extract what looked like a mind-blowing orgasm
from the contest, the only reward her participation would
secure.

“
Aaaaaahhhaaaa…” she
unselfconsciously wailed as Annie gamely drove her back across the
pool to nose the grass, winning the engagement. Slippers swirled
around them to congratulate her.

Manassa was already calling for the next
contestants as Emma vigorously jerked Mark below the waterline.
“Hope Annie wins the whole thing,” she laughed, enviously imagining
the big blond getting cocked all night as the rest of the Lap went
without, herself included.

“
Hey,” Mark warned, voice
uneven.

A slipper dove, forced herself between his
legs.

“
Quit!” he winced as
h
is
ruddy cock
was
lofted
humiliatingly for all to see,
a
baneful
symbol of
the
ir
collective
inadequacy to satisfy. There was a pause in the chatter as the
other women forgot the game, hungrily confronting their careful
socialization.