Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (41 page)

“
Whatever,” said Mark,
throwing himself onto the nearer bed with a muscular
sigh.

“
No sand and sun to torture
us, and no drums either. So it’s okay by me,” Manassa
grinned.

“
We’ll be fine,” Emma said,
tumbling down next to Mark.

“
Huh. Okay. Guess I’ll park
the car closer,” Ione decided.

When she returned to the room Manassa was
pushing the beds together, skirted haunches working in muscular
steps till they had been joined to effect a larger social space.
Ione took a last look down the hallway, then carefully barred the
door, verifying there was no way to manipulate it from outside.

Rain began to pensively spatter the roof.

N
ight claimed the metropolis.

“
We should go try that
tavern down the street,” Emma suggested,
feeling bored and pent up following a brief
nap
. They were all naked now, and more
comfortable for it.

Manassa grinned at this idea. “Yeah. Why not?
We can handle the rain.”

Ione was unconvinced. “Things are uncertain
enough at the moment.”

“
But they got music,” Emma
wheedled, though she had to admit what she heard in passing from
the car sounded leadenly uninspired next to Dean’s artistry. She
already missed the tall musician’s energy and affection.

“
Let’s leave any new
adventures for tomorrow,” said Mark, siding with Ione as
usual.

Emma
fretfully paced the narrow alley of carpeted floor. “Well, if
we’re gonna be stuck here…” She
rummaged
about
in the bag they had packed to
produce
a
n
elegant green bottle, lofting it triumphantly to gleam in the low
gnome light. Its voluptuously tapered profile expressed a sly
intimation of its effect
.

Mark sat up. “Hey. That’s the stuff,” he
accused, pointing to it with a frown. “Messed me up at the
party…”

“
Maybe ‘cause you didn’t
know what to expect,” Emma flippantly postulated. She opened it
with a twist before Ione could object.

Mark grimaced. “Could be. But is this the
right time and place to go experimenting?”

“
Well, I do believe that
it
is
,” she
retorted with supercilious eloquence and took a deep swig. It was
pure water, as clean as she had ever tasted, but an eldritch
distinction lurked in its essence that bespoke ages lost to recall.
“Wow. Fuck. Try it.”

It was much more potent than anything
yesterday had produced, and Emma giddily realized they had vaulted
past the middle territory of the drink hierarchy to access its far
end. Dean had coddled them, and she decided not to regret sneaking
off with the last bottle of his best stuff. She passed it around
and Manassa was acquainted with it next.

“
Crazy cool… I can feel
myself from both ends!” she exclaimed, whimsically attempting to
identify the elusive principle of Dowser drink. “Who’s
next?”

Mark relented with a shrug at her blissful
solicitation and took a shallow draught. Ione cautiously followed
when it came around to her.

“
It’s ancient,” she
admitted, trying to sound analytical. But Emma could hear the awe
in her voice.

The stillwater warmed Emma’s inner self,
swept grandly forth to her extremities, delivering a euphoria only
hinted at before. The bottle circulated and came around again. She
drank without fear, seduced by intimations of happier times barely
remembered, moved to long for their return.

The steadily deepening rain was transformed
in her imagination to the chattering ambience of the Lap, their
cramped hotel accommodations rendered fit for persons of unlimited
significance. Overcome by the potency of the bottle, she jumped on
top of the bed, spinning about till dizziness brought her tumbling
down into Ione’s embrace. Their lips met spontaneously and Emma
kissed her with an elemental need.

Mark watched the effect on them, decided he
was powerless to challenge it and solemnly raised the bottle in
toast.

“
I know it’s been confusing,
trying to understand me. Things have been weird. But I want you to
know that whatever happens tonight… however desperate I get toward
the end…” he trailed off, voice husky with emotion. His dark eyes
held them with a strange intensity. “I really
don’t
wanna wake up in bondage here,”
he bluntly advised, sealed the oath with a hearty swig.

“
Fine,” Emma drawled. “Don’t
have to be an asshat about it. We’ll take care of you some other
time.” He dodged her playful slap.

Manassa
was
shuffling around in the bag,
curiously fingering its contents. She acquired
a long, delicately curved form with a thick phallus hinging
from one end.

“
What’s this?” she
inquired.

“
It’s a header,” Emma said.
“Kind of like a jape, but easier to use. Wanna see me use it?” she
teased, reaching for the lubricants.

“
I
do,” Mark declared. He maneuvered into position behind her,
hands reaching around to enfold her breasts, playfully thumbing the
nipples. Ione took a bolder swig from the bottle, brow rising in
interest.

Emma
licked the rubber cock of the header, tickling along its
underside with roving, infatuated kisses, familiarizing her lips
with its burly shape, then
slid
it
into her
mouth
, slurping theatrically. She
opened
her legs
wide
,
setting
the heavy, oiled
length of the device
down
on
the seam of
her vulva.
Its underside featured a deeply
engraved channel traveling the long direction of the toy in a
gentle wave.

Ione kneed over
between
her
thighs to
better
watch the
action
and
Manassa impetuously
bounced down on the other side, jogging them all.

“
Go slow so I can see,” Mark
requested, breath coming in humid installments behind her,
reminding Emma they had him exclusively to themselves. No
competition, no lies and secret policies…

She eased her neck forward a little to send
the header drifting along her vulva. The resulting sensation
provoked a helpless exhalation, a soft warbling that issued wetly
around the plug in her mouth. Her clitoris was gently wheedled left
and right by the toy’s grooved underside, a measured touch that
responded perfectly to her urging. She drew back on it, lingering
at the limit of the stroke, luxuriating in the slow escalation of
desire.

Rain curtained the tenement
roof in wind-blown waves, a stuttering impingement that expressed
the destiny of the night in a million little voices as
Emma
fellated her
imaginary skulk,
cunt
shivering under the header’s sinuous kiss.

“
That’s it,” Ione
crooned
, reaching one hand down
to
put
a
lubricated
finger
to
her
anus.
She
pushed into
Emma’s rectum,
began to softly
ply
it
with
a
soothing
, knot-loosening
circle
.
Emma sped
her
effort to a sturdy
fellatio,
blowing the header phallus
like a big skulk boner, a real throat-choker with a mean
disposition.
Ione reach
ed
between her legs, eased Mark’s
erection
forth
and
oiled it.
S
he
slipped
another
finger inside Emma, flexing
her sphincter,
then forced the head of his
penis to it.

“
Open up,” she
demanded.

Mark’s
cock
slid fractionally into
her—a
carefully measured
intrusion
, but Emma whimpered
as her asshole was dramatically
broadened
. Her neck stalled, depriving her
for a moment of the header’s caress
.

“
Go on,” Mark coaxed,
affectionately twisting her nipple tips.

Emma bobbed again, fancifully rendering head
to her imaginary skulk, and the pussy bliss recommenced as the
header slid on her cunt. Her already drink-fogged identity was
further confused by the synchronization of her oral service to the
rapture at her snooch.

“
Like that, don’t you
slip
?” Ione commented,
taking the sprawling
bulk
of Mark’s testicles into her hands to push his
genitals
a little
deeper inside Emma.

“
Let’s get you loosened up…”
she whispered, a half-insulting, half-amorous communication
that
nourished
Emma’s humiliation as she sucked one penis for
fulfillment
while
another
plugged her
butt. She
slurped
the header with
a
syrupy
need
,
glorying in the sensation
of
its long, oily tongue
licking her
stiffened
clit
.

“
Look at her go,”
Ione goggled. “Thing’ll train you how to suck dick
real fast if you don’t already know…”

Which was the
actual
purpose of
the toy,
Emma woozily
recalled
.
The
header forced
a woman
to reconcile the male and female techniques of oral
sex.

Thunder crashed about them, heralding a new
deluge.

“
Faster, Emma!” Ione
cynically implored. Mark had begun to move irresistibility in her
trembling hindquarters.

“
She
loves
it!” Manassa whispered in
glee.

Emma communed with
the
toy
,
hazily
fascinated by
her own
thoughtless
acquiescence
to
it
s function. Ione
pushed Mark’s penis
farther up her sphincter and he reflexively tightened his grip on
her nipples. Manassa slapped at her own vagina,
eyes narrowed in
pleasure, and
Emma
felt herself nearing
climax
at the incredible femininity of the
sound. Their thighs were touching.

“
C’mon Emz, get that penis!”
the big woman cheered.

She
gargled around the header dick, necking back and forth with
hectic self-interest as the toy sleazily flattered her
pubis. It was all too much to deny…

“
Mmmfwahaaa!” she choked.
Mark thrust himself hard into her ass and ecstasy
bloomed at
her
cleft. Emma
lost
herself
to
a
euphoria
of
group-induced bliss, sucking shamelessly till her
twat was rubbed to relief.

Then they were disengaging, fumbling for a
new conjugation as the bottle made another circuit.

Later that night
Ione
woke
to the waning resonance of a timeless
dream
. Water falling forever; a rain that
never ceased…

–
or never landed.

What was the distinction?

The storm had diminished to a rumbling,
restless drizzle that veiled the world beyond their room. She was
pleasantly achy. Mark had used every threshold of her flesh—a
rigorous rite of sexual cleansing—then finished her off with a
sumptuous labial poetry that reduced her to demented incoherence at
climax.

The effect of the Dowser’s
drink was still perceptible in the ponderous but mellow progression
of her thoughts. She
sought to rub her
fellatio-stressed jaw, became
gradually
aware
of a constriction at her wrists. They were
tangled behind her somehow
.
Blinking
, she
turned
to investigate
,
dimly
perceived strange men
moving
about their
room.

She twisted upright,
shouting
to warn the
others
, but her words issued only
as
a
wanton
, sexual wail, and she
was
suddenly conscious
of
an
obstruction
in
her jaw.

An intruder was
reflexively
repelled by
Manassa
as the big woman
w
o
ke
. Her
hands
were already bound,
but
she managed to stagger erect, bouncing into
another enemy. Mark and Emma emerged from slumber
and a
chorus of licentious sounds filled
the room
,
the
collective
result of their mad
venting into
trills;
self-retaining mouth baffles that
reduced anything spoken to a raunchy moan
.
Anyone listening would just hear
drunk, late-night revelers, nothing more.