Lisa moved her wrist, her fingers drooping, closer and closer.Lisa moved her wrist, her fingers drooping, closer and closer. She could feel the heat radiating from the mass of male muscle. Just an inch away and she was hesitating. Could she really stroke his prick, letting her fingers play with it? Did Bill really want to see her jack off a strangers hard cock, or was he just kidding? Maybe she should reinforce the power. "Look at Lisa's fingers hovering over his cock. Go baby, g. Wrap those slim fingers around that fat prick and rub it good. I'd better make her do it or she'll get cold feet." "Grab his cock baby and wring it out. You know you want to feel it," his whisper touched her ear. "Really Bill?" Her question whispered to her husband. "Go baby, go. I'm want to watch your fingers stroking his cock while you play with mine," Bill answered. "I'll finger fuck your pussy on this side, so maybe, he'll do the same. How would you like to get finger fucked by two men at the same time tonight, right here in the theater?" Lisa's wet cunt spasmed at his whisper, another hot wet orgasm following closely, as her drooping fingers touched the hard smooth slippery knob of her seatmate. His breath sucked in as her fingertips dabbed at the slitted opening, the hole in the knobbed end of his throbbing prick dribbling honey to moisten her fingertips. Her exploring fingers slightly slippery now, traced the knob, lightly moving the heavy foreskin back down his cock. Her red tipped fingers slightly squeezing the bulbous head of his now slippery prick. She was amazed at the size of him. She thought Bill was big, but this burly individuals prick throbbing in her hand was huge. "You wouldn't believe how much cock I've got in my hand." She said into Bill's ear, "I can't close my fingers around it. This guy is built like a fucking horse." Bill leaned forward in the seat and turned slightly, to see her slim fingers moving on the thick maleness. Lisa's fingers were curled around the beefy stalk, but couldn't meet around the huge thickness protruding from his wide open, unzippered fly. The head of his cock was like a small apple, deeply clefted at the bottom of his glans and flaring sharply like a big giant mushroom, swollen with his lusty needs, dribbling his honey over her questing finger tips as she caressed his knob. |