An adult stories – Banished! by PrimalDual,
PrimalDual The Lies You Tell the Others
(and the lies you tell yourself)
4 — Banished!
“I made him cum twice. Once in my mouth, once inside my pussy. Now it’s my turn.”
Michelle provided this capsule summary to Alben, of her time spent alone with Dennis in his small interior cabin. The latter’s wife Zoey was atop Alben, humping him on the king size bed of this luxury two-bedroom suite. Michelle had let herself back into the suite, quickly stripped naked again, and gone into the bathroom to retrieve her vibrator. Lilith and her boy toy were nowhere in sight. Now in the inner bedroom, with the dildo buzzing against her clit, watching the other woman’s big tits bounce vigorously as she humped the man of her dreams, Michelle fumed. The night was still young; it was only 1 a.m.
Zoey’s reply to the report was minimal. “Good for you.”
“Took him a long time, the second one,” Michelle elaborated. “He even went down on me.”
Alben was likewise too distracted to offer more than a brief reaction. “He ever do that for you?” he asked the woman riding him.
“Not in ages,” Zoey said.
“Guess he liked what I gave him, then,” Michelle said, unwilling to let pass a chance to slip the verbal needle to her rival. Getting no response to that, she added wistfully, “that looks hot.”
“I know,” the younger woman panted.
“I go away for three hours,” the flat-chested one fumed in jest, “and you’re still fucking my husb-, uh, fiancé?”
Zoey, facing her because she was in a Reverse Cowgirl position, slowed her pace just a little, looked her in the eye, and snickered. “I’m drunk as fuck. So I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Shut up, Bird Legs.”
She did not in fact sound especially drunk. And that was a nickname only Alben used, so it hurt that he had broken a confidence by divulging it. “I’m only joking,” Michelle said guardedly. “I knew exactly what he had in mind. He and I do it like that, all the time.”
“You did it like this with Dennis?”
“Sure.”
“Liar. He always wants to be on top. Half and half is the height of his imagination.”
“We did a lot of things. I don’t remember every single one.”
Actually, almost the entire account she’d given was a fabrication. She had indeed spent five minutes on top sucking him to a passable erection, then two minutes underneath him in missionary position to completion. Just the one orgasm for him, and of course none for her. She spent the better part of the rest of the three hours watching various porn vids he put on, wishing she’d brought her magic wand with her. During each of the movies, he had fallen asleep, only to awaken when she tried to leave. With the whiskey halfway out of his system at last, he had gone into deep, normal slumber for good.
“Must not have been too great, if you’re using that buzzer,” Zoey sneered.
“It was great. It’s just that I’m, you know, insatiable. Just ask Alben. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Uh, no, I don’t actually care about that,” the other woman replied, still humping at a leisurely pace. “One thing I don’t get, though. How did you signal him?”
“What do you mean?” Michelle responded innocently. “Signal Dennis?”
“No, your guy. How did you fix it, so we all walked in just when big boy Willard was about to finish inside your mouth?”
“I’ll never tell.”
Alben got up enough on his elbows to look at Michelle without disturbing Zoey. “Sure you can. Tell her.” He lay back down.
Michelle shrugged. “I just turned off my BlackBerry.”
“Your what? Are you talking about fruit, or, what?” Zoey asked. “Or is that slang for something dirty? Suck your blackberries?” Although Michelle’s nipples were small and hard like little berries, with hardly any areola surrounding them when erect, they were not nearly dark enough to be described as black.
“It’s a pager. Like a phone, kind of. I took my clothes off, then stopped to turn off my BlackBerry. Told Willard I didn’t want any interruptions.”
“What does shutting down a phone, or whatever you call it, do?” Zoey began working her own nipples with her palms as she pleasured the man underneath herself with her cunt.
Alben replied from his supine position. “I know someone. He installed a program on mine that lets me track hers.”
“You can do that? Must be smart.” Her words came out in staccato bursts while she bounced on his pelvis.
“It’s all just computer chips inside, you know. They’re working on wireless phones that will connect to the World Wide Web. So you can use a browser. Next year maybe? That’s what he says. Soon anyway.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Zoey said breezily. “Sorry I even asked. But I thought it was hilarious seeing her make a fool of herself. Now shut up. You make stupid pillow talk. I want to concentrate.”
“Don’t talk to him like that,” Michelle chided her.
“I’ll talk to your boyfriend any way I want. He’s my boyfriend, now.” After a dozen more downward thrusts upon his cock, she remarked, “you know, normally it would be creepy to have somebody watch. To have you looking right at me. But I’m enjoying this. I took your boyfriend away from you, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it except watch. Is there?”
“Stick with me, and I’ll show you off to every man who wants to watch,” Alben chuckled. “My pet loves that.”
“Maybe I could get into it,” the woman on top of him replied.
Michelle moved the dildo from her clit and shut it off. “It was supposed to be for just for last night. I’m back now.”
Zoey performed a half-dozen more thrusts at double the pace, then slowed back down again. Her boobs, bouncing freely even under gentler circumstances, agitated wildly during this frenzy, and she knew it was not an attractive look to anyone except a diehard tit man. It made her think. “Y’know, you remind me of somebody. Back in high school. She never developed. Taller than you, but then who isn’t. Flat as a pancake. Probably still is. We called her Titless too. Same as your boyfriend does. She never could keep a boyfriend either.”
“I nursed two infants,” Michelle said defensively, setting the vibrator down in front of herself on the bed. “My boobs work just fine.” She wore an A-cup bra, but her breasts were not literally flat.
“Keep telling yourself that, Titless,” the other one smirked. “I’ve got four kids, I fed them all, good and proper, and still got my figure. Still got a nice tight pussy too.”
“Your tits are saggy.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Titless. Your man likes ’em.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“What? You like Horseface better?”
Michelle knew better than to continue this line of discussion. Alben had apparently shared two uncomplimentary nicknames he rarely used on her. She watched the curvy woman hump her man for a few seconds more but couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She plopped herself down on the king-size bed beside him, and commented, “I know you like it, but it isn’t very romantic this way, is it? Her facing the other direction? Wanna kiss while she does it?” She picked up her vibrator and turned it back on. “I love you.”
“Turn that toy off. It’s distracting,” Alben told her, then turned his head away from her. Michelle shut off the noise and put the device down again, then tried to initiate some physical contact with his chest, which he rebuffed as well. He didn’t say anything else in response to her, or to anything really, for over two minutes, surrounded by his bliss. So she just lay there beside him, close enough to feel his warmth but not so close as to actually touch him and risk incurring his wrath further.
But eventually he pushed at Zoey’s buttocks, first to indicate to stop humping, and then to get her to dismount him entirely. “This is good, but it’s not working anymore,” he announced to his sex partner.
“My turn,” Michelle said quickly.
“No, I just want to change things up.”
“I’m surprised you’re still going at this hour, after Lilith had you first,” Michelle remarked to him. “You’re not usually this frisky. And I figured Willard would have taken care of her.”
Zoey climbed off him as directed and lay down on the other side of him from Michelle. “Oh,” she explained, “the Amazon woman got mad about some stupid thing, a few minutes after you did your lesbian thing on her and then you and Dennis left. Plus, the big boy couldn’t actually get it up again, after the stupid ruined orgasm trick she played on him while you were doing her. And after her making such a stink about dick size, she didn’t actually have any interest in Big Daddy after all. Then she was mad at me about it, for some reason. They both left, after all that talk, and Big Daddy here still had his hard-on, same for me and my lady hard-on, heh. So I had him all to myself. You can fill in the blanks, I’m sure. Until you had to invite yourself back that is. You were supposed to spend the night.”
“I wore your guy out.”
“Yeah, how’d you like his corkscrew dick? You could open a wine bottle with it if it could stay hard. I think the doctor calls it Pee-ronies or something.”
“Didn’t bother me. Felt great once it was inside. Sorry if you don’t like dicks, of any size or shape. But I came back because I like my man’s dick better and I knew he would still be interested. He likes to cum twice, three times sometimes. He lasts longer after the first. That’s how I like it.”
“Yeah? Duh. What do you *think* we’ve been doing? He made me cum more than once too, you know. Lot more.”
Alben ignored the bickering and said to her, “Chelle’s right, we need to change it up. I want you to suck my cock again, and this time let me finish my way. On top, so it’s quicker. I’m ready to be done, for tonight anyway.”
“I’m ready when you are, lover. I already came so much.”
Michelle did react to this positively. “But I came back here for you, sweetheart. I can suck your cock for you. The way you like it. I want to, so *much*.”
“Let me explain again, Chelle, since it didn’t seem to take, the first time. You’re not welcome up here now. I *gave* you to Zoey’s husband. That means he owns you. For tonight, maybe for the rest of the vacation, I don’t know. Like L’histoire d’O. You’re pissing me off, by not following orders.”
Michelle knew the book he was referring to of course and remembered words to that general effect when she and Dennis left, with a reference to Roissy, but not so sharply defined as he was saying now. “I’m sorry. It’s just that he fell asleep the minute we finished fucking. He’s not dominant like you. And I’m still horny. I’m going crazy from horniness. So I came up here. I knew you’d still be up. Get it? Up?”
“Liar,” Zoey accused again. “Thought you said it was great with my Don Juan. Can’t keep your story straight, can you?”
He got on his knees and directed Zoey to roll onto her back with her head on the pillow. “I can’t do deep throat,” Zoey reminded him.
“I know. Don’t worry. It’s not important. I’ll go easy.”
“Not important!?” the skinny woman protested. She always relished the praise he gave her for the ability to take his plus-sized tool fully; it was the surest way she had to get him to express words of affection for her. Sometimes she would even pass out from having her oxygen cut off like that.
He returned his attention to her, but not in the way she hoped. “Chelle, listen to me carefully. As long as you’re here, against orders, you’re going to do Zoey. Orally. While she does me.”
“What? No! Why?”
“And then after you make her cum, you will get dressed,” he added.
“I never had a woman try to make me cum,” Zoey said, not realizing he wasn’t finished speaking.
‘And I never tried to make a woman cum,” Michelle claimed.
“What are you talking about? You just did it with that woman tonight!”
“I mean before her.”
Alben expressed annoyance. “That’s not true, and you know it.”
“I mean, except when you make me,” Michelle amended.
“Anyway, I’m not lesbian,” Zoey amplified.
“No one says you are,” Alben said in a conciliatory tone. “First time for everything. You saw what she did for Blondie. Maybe you’ll like it.”
“I’m not lesbian either,” Michelle countered.
“Well, you can both pretend,” he said.
“No, *I* want to make *you* cum,” Michelle insisted.
“Not another word. The minute she cums, you will get dressed,” he continued after the interruption. “and then you will pack your suitcase, and then you will take it back downstairs to Dennis’s room and stay there with him like I told you to.”
“All of a sudden,” Zoey interrupted again, “I’ve got this feeling I’m gonna cum real fast. Buh bye, Horseface.”
“Why are you mad at me?” Michelle asked him, trying to break through the wall he had put up.
“I’m not mad. It’s just a trade. We’re swapping.”
“But why?”
“I told you. The book. Just some variety.. You’ll take her place, in bed with him. For the rest of tonight. Have breakfast together. Like a couple. Make sure you remind him he owns you. Got all that?”
“Just for variety’s sake? I don’t need variety. You’re all I need.”
“Maybe someone smaller, I’m saying. Just to see. You say it hurts sometimes.”
“No! Sweetheart! I only mentioned that once. I love your big cock.”
“So do I,” giggled Zoey. “Enough with the yap, yap, yap already.”
Michelle glowered at her and continued pleading her case with him. “I never had such good orgasms in my life before you, sweetheart. I don’t need variety. I don’t need to trade. You already made me be with somebody different every day so far. I haven’t complained, but I don’t need to keep doing that, if you actually think I want to try someone else. I don’t.”
“Pet,” he said, using his term of endearment for her submissive side, “this isn’t up for debate. You’ll get dressed and go back to Dennis, right after you finish making Zoey cum. I’ll decide tomorrow about the,” and he stopped without being interrupted this time.
“Decide what?” Zoey asked after a moment.
He directed Michelle to position herself between Zoey’s legs, and once she had done so, he positioned himself to straddle Zoey’s face, pinning her arms under his shins, and giving Michelle a whiff of his asshole. “Yeah, you know what?” he said to Zoey. “I just decided. Assuming you finish the job and take one more load of sperm in your whore-slut mouth, I’m making this change in room arrangements permanent.”
“Yeah, I’ll be your whore-slut. ” Zoey said with a small laugh.
“Permanent?!” Michelle exclaimed, sitting up straighter.
“At least until we reach port. Zoey’s my girlfriend the rest of this week.”
“No!” Michelle protested again. She reached up to caress his back. “I still don’t understand, lover. Why am I being banished?”
“‘Cause he likes me better,” Zoey gloated. “He likes a girl with boobs. He likes what I do for him, too.”
“I’ll give you butt sex,” Michelle bargained. “I know she won’t give you that.”
“I don’t hafta,” the big-titted one said contrarily. “‘Cause I’m not a horseface like you.”
Alben didn’t address his new slut’s explanations or insults or bickering. “Why? Maybe it’s because of all the backtalk I’ve been getting from you lately.”
Michelle began with, “but how can I,” and then stopped, frustrated by the Catch-22 nature of the reasoning. She continued the backrub, which he accepted with neither protest nor praise, as Zoey began licking his balls which he dangled above her mouth. “All I ever wanted was to be loved,” the skinny one said hopelessly.
“It’s decided. And then I’ll decide again, on Friday, what to do about our little excursion on the islands.”
“The islands? Yay,” Zoey said. “Maybe you and me’ll get married on the islands. She can have Dennis and the kids.” That was the last she spoke for a time, as he shifted his position to stick the tip of his cock downward into her mouth.
“Why am I being *banished*?” Michelle repeated, kneading his shoulders now. “Are you dumping me? Why? What did I do? What did I do wrong?”
He ignored her and praised Zoey. “Oh, God, that’s good.”
“What did I do? Why am I being banished? Why am I being replaced? Why?”
“Come on, Chelle. You’re pissing me off, being like this. You’re just repeating yourself. Stop stalling. I said to get to work on her. If only so you’ll shut the fuck up. I’m busy at the moment.”
Michelle didn’t answer him directly. She picked up her Magic Wand. “I think I’m sick. Feel like I’m ’bout to throw up. I need to get to the bathroom.”
Alben saw. “Don’t masturbate,” he cautioned, continuing to tickle the sexy other woman’s tonsils with his tool. “I’m serious.”
“And I’m sick,” she repeated, and got up to leave.
— Next: Defiant —