Message-ID: <11925eli$9806061358@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Move Day Part 2 (W-Mmm,Wf,Hsb) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <15f4ea67.3578d13b@aol.com> Attached txt file Move Day Part 2 (F-Mmm, Wf, Hsb) By MeiRaj@aol.com May be redistributed electronically without any alteration. May print one copy for yourself or your partner. ------------------------- Continued from: Move Day Part 1 ------------------------------------------ I had broken the silence in which Max was suffering his remorse for having made me cry. What I said must have made his brain sense some sympathy and understanding on my part. His penis, still softly in my hand, stirred. I opened my eyes in response. He too opened his eyes at the same time and looked at me nonplused. I went on, "How do you know they would want to do it with me?" and I continued, "you said you had not talked to them about it - not 'set it up' as you put it." He must have sensed hope for a resurrection of his fantasy; his penis gathered momentum and grew in my hand. "No honest, I have not set anything up, I have not talked to them about it, I swear. I just assumed that any man would want to make it with you. You are so beautiful, so attractive, so sexy" he replied. I could not help putting some squeeze on his penis to return his compliments. It responded by blossoming even more. I only had to stretch an inch to take its smooth head in my mouth. But I resisted. I wanted to talk. I turned and laid fully on my back. I took his left hand and placed it on my left breast. The hand held it in a gentle grab. "What were you going to tell them when you tried to run out of the shower with excitement?" I asked. "I don't know. I had not thought that far. I am sure something would have come out of my mouth," he said sheepishly. "Yes, probably something like 'come quick guys, come and do my wife. Or, something like, come on up fellows, let's take my wife, give her lots and lots of bangs." I said shaking my head with incredulity. Max realized how stupid he would have sounded. I continued, "They would have laughed it off as a practical joke or thought of you as mad or queer." What I said must have made sense to him because the extra blood from his penis started exiting in spite of my squeezing to arrest the outflow. "If you want anybody to do it with your wife, you should first want them to want it, then want them to will it, then they might make it." I concluded in triumph. I let that sink for a few seconds and continued, "Your fantasy was just a wish, you may want to call it a Vision perhaps. But you had no strategic plan, and much less a workable operational plan. You are hopeless Max." I said laughingly. As Max nodded his head agreeing with of my analysis and diagnosis. I subdued my laughter and went for his limp cock and swallowed it lovingly and tried to bite it off buffering my teeth with my lips sucked in. I like doing that when the cock is soft and small, and feel it enlarge in my mouth. Ever faithful, it did so this time too. And wanting to give Max some love after my harsh criticisms, I held the very tip in my teeth gently. Then I let the tip of my tongue ring the head a few times. I pulled back. It was time to deflate him. I spoke. "Suppose you had somehow enlisted them and they obliged you, You would feel indebted to them would you not?" I waited a few seconds, then continued, "Suppose they asked you to reciprocate the favor?" Ka booom! Dhab! Phat! Like a balloon that had been pricked the dick that was at its max went very quickly to its min. Max's face went ashen with anxiety written all over it. I knew what his mind's eye was seeing - him hoisted on top of the Goodyear blimp! George's woman was indeed big, at least 50 pounds overweight. Max had no appreciation for big-is-beautiful except when it came to big busts on small waists. As for Yanchee's wife, when we first met them, he had thought she was his younger brother. I had to convince him that 'he' was a 'she'. He would often crack a joke that she must have been born and raised in Man-chester. He felt no appreciation that flat-and-wiry could be wild and sexy. I suppose Max is just a normal man if you define normal as those conditioned by magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, Sports Illustrated's swimsuit models. Unfortunately normal men don't know that roses by any other name smell just the same; and Coke in any other bottle tastes just the same. Men are not exactly smart, I thought. They hanker for a rose when they have it by a different name; thirst for coke when they have it in a glass and not in its bottle. Yes, no wonder they don't catch Mad Cows disease, because they are Pigs. I smiled to myself for this recalled joke I had heard. I pulled myself back from my musings and rescued Max from his thoughts of horror. "You should not have to feel obliged," I said, and continued, "No man should be obliged to another in these matters!" I felt I had pronounced an all time truth. Max looked relieved and accepted this wisdom wholeheartedly. His knotted forehead relaxed. I think he also felt a relief from some cramp in his pelvic area. With a look of expectant curiosity he was looking at me waiting for more wisdom from me. I bet he was afraid he might put his foot in his mouth again if he talked. "One man's honey-pot is another man's p...-pot", I philosophized to myself! I changed position and readjusted myself, taking my head off from his thigh, rolling myself fully on my back, put myself cradled between his thighs. I moved up a bit and felt my head press his balls. I adjusted his sleeping penis to point up so that when it got big it would come arching over on to my forehead. I was feeling sleepy but did not want to. I pulled the sheet up to cover myself and stretched my arms up to go around his sides and to his back and clasped them together tight. My breasts got pulled higher up on my chest. They were peeking out of the sheet and my tits were looking straight up. Max cupped one in each of his hands and started gently kneading and stroking. From his sitting position he could not bend all the way to kiss them, so he puckered his lips and started blowing kisses at them. One to the left, one to the right, one to the left, one to the right! I brought my hands back down and gently coaxed his ankles and heels to tuck themselves under my buttocks. I stretched my legs and opened them out a little until it felt comfy. The sheet I had covered myself with had by now moved down to my knees, my pussy was exposed and was elevated on a mound, staring straight up at the ceiling. I could see some of my pussywillows standing straight up. Needless to say Max was getting an aerial view. I could feel his pecker starting to wake up again. Poor pecker, it had been sleeping and waking, inflating and deflating. Yes, I wanted it that way, on a roller coaster. It was time to continue the conversation. "In your fantasy, did you want *them* to get into my panty or did *you* want to put them into my panty? Or, have *me* get into their pants? Or, have *me* have them come into my panty?" I asked putting some enthusiasm in my voice, actually wanting clarity? Having said that I felt I was not too clear myself of what I had asked. I hoped it would be clear to Max. I looked directly at Max's bent head. I was seeing his face upside down. I could not recall if I had seen him that way before. I must have, considering all the contorted positions we had tried. Anyway, even from the upside-down face I could tell he was having trouble grasping my question. I am sure he was wondering what the differences were. Nevertheless he had sensed enthusiasm on my part and it had kindled fire in his pants. Since he didn't have his pants on, there was no hiding it. I posed my question again and more blatantly, "In other words, did you want them to fuck me or did you want me to fuck them?" Max could not still comprehend my phraseology. His brain was obviously not well focused as all the blood had rushed to his penis. I could feel his faster pulse in my ears that were held pressed by his thighs. Something I had just said or my tone must have excited him. So I continued to clarify, "In the former case I would be a sex-toy in their hands, to satisfy their fancy; in the latter case, they would serve my fancy and enhance my pleasure." Max got it now, and beamed, "The latter of course, I would want you to enhance your pleasure by having them make the right moves inside your panty, not the other way around! That has been my fantasy all along," he replied, feeling understood finally. His pecker started throbbing with excitement, bobbing up and down on my forehead. May be he thought I was going to make his fantasy come true. "But what if I like the moves they make in my panty, and I want to move in their pants? I mean really move into their pants, taking all my panties with me?" I asked knowing fully that it would hit him like a ton of bricks. Having scared that I might altogether leave him, I switched into a reassuring mode, " I don't see myself leaving you for anybody, even if they are fantastic with their cock. What is important for me as a woman is not just the cock but the whole kitten caboodle - I mean Tom Cat Caboodle. You are my whole Tom Cat Caboodle. I love YOU, every inch of you, not just your rod, not just your bolt". Having scared him and then given some reassurance, I thought I would continue to punish him for his fantasy, in my own clever feminine way. I wanted him to get cold feet by suggesting I could go farther than his fantasy. Putting eagerness in my tone I said, "Can I be frank and ask you some things right now? I don't like complications later." Sensing interest on my part Max replied, "Sure, anything you want. I too like being frank and open." "What if I like it? I mean like doing it with George and Yanchee, and get the urge for it from time to time?" I queried without looking at him but only at his penis, and continued on, "to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy and rapture which is what you want for me. Would you mind that?" Max had now fallen in his own soup. He responded without enthusiasm, "From time to time....., sure, why not? When they can make it......, yes......, I would love to see you reach ecstasy. We can have a party....... from time to time." I could see the qualifiers he had introduced. But I wasn't going to give up easily. So I continued, "Yes, we can have parties from time to time. In addition though, what I am getting at is, can I invite one or both them, say some afternoon when I am alone and felt like it, or some night when you went out of town or had to work late at the office?" I did not have to wait for his thoughts to be coded into words and delivered by the tongue; his pecker was faster in translating his thoughts. So I quickly added clarification, "No, No, don't get me wrong! I am not asking your permission for me to cheat on you. No that thought has not entered my mind at all. And if I want to cheat on you I wouldn't be asking your permission. Since you want me to have all the sexual stimulation, excitement, rapture and ecstasy I am capable of, what I am asking is, whether I can do so when the urge strikes me? And you know for a woman it can hit at any time, morning, noon or night. And you may not always be around. I know you want to witness me come, come and come and coo, and ripple, buzz and sizzle. But if you can't be here, can you do by hearing it on the cellular? I will call you and keep you posted, that is, if you can't come and join us". The silent language of his pecker was sending out his thoughts even as I was speaking. Like most men, his fantasy in its core, was to have some extra penises on hand as extensions of his own. I could not help feeling a bit angry as well as disappointed. I felt angry because Max's fantasy, it seemed, was not really about my pleasure or ecstasy. I was disappointed that what he had fancied as pleasurable to me was really vicarious pleasure for himself. May be he was not aware of it. Deep down he may not have been happy with his penis, perhaps he wished he had a longer one, a thicker one, and perhaps more than one. Men always want more; they want it hard and erect all the time. They can't understand that women want it small and soft some of the time, to cuddle, squeeze and play with the little one, to take it in the mouth when it is little and soft. Men always think bigger is better. Some feel envious of horses, and donkeys and elephants who are all endowed with extra long ones. But they sure don't want to do it with she-elephants, or would they? "Yea, that would be OK, like phone-sex. I could talk to you and I could talk to him or them. But could you also video tape it? We can watch it together later when I get home, and while we do it. Yes, I want you to have as much pleasure as you want." Max had spoken. His voice brought me back from my thoughts. He had considered my offer of bringing the sounds and had expressed his approval along with a desire for the visuals also. I said Damn, now I have given him ideas he didn't have. Of course I didn't say it aloud. I didn't want him to think I was not with him. I had made a wrong turn and I had to retreat and find my direction. I lay silent for a minute but kept my hand wandering on his body to let him think I was with him in his revised and improvised fantasy. At the same time I felt good because he was willing to trust me go it alone with another man, perhaps two. But of course with the telephone and VCR tethered to me. But still, it was trust. I am sure he was thinking of my safety also although he had not said it aloud. Or, was he? There wasn't the usual pep in his voice even though he had accepted the idea of my going it alone. I think it was the phone-sex part that had grabbed him and pumped blood back into his peter that had petered out. I had to bolster myself in my determination to snuff his fantasy out slowly. I said to myself, "girl, keep it up, keep playing the high priestess of his fantasy until he gets trapped in his own quicksand and begs to be saved." But a little voice somewhere deep down said, " Girl, why are you being so hard on your man? Has not he been hard for you, enough times and more? Have not you promised you would love, cherish and obey? Why don't you do your duty and obey him a little bit, and also satisfy some of your own fancies?. Don't tell me you haven 't any!" It was no time to listen to the mischievous little voice. I had decided to play hangman to my hubby's idiotic fantasy. So I quickly dug a grave in my mind and buried the devilish little voice. I had to search for quicksand for his fantasy and find it quick. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Continued in Move Day Part 3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Would you want to guess if she will be able to exorcise hubby's fantasy? How far will she go?..... Let me know your predictions? 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