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“What I’m trying to explain to you, is that I don’t know if I’d get horny or not. The only other time that I’ve seen another man’s cock since we got married, was when you brought that movie projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched. I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn’t wait to get into bed, neither of us sleeping until daylight. We were so fucked out we just laid around most of the day, Sunday!

“Did looking at cocks before we got married, turn you on?”

The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively.

“Well, I guess so.”

“What do you mean, you guess so?”

“I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I didn’t want to hear anything in particular, only the truth. My point is that nudity can be sexy as hell.”

“Of course it can be sexy as hell, I just don’t know if only looking at just a man’s cock would turn me on or not.”

Bill’s eyebrows shot up.

“And that’s what I’m trying to explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind will act unless you experience a given set of circumstances. Sometimes, something might sound exciting, however in the real world, fact and fantasy might be totally different.”

Lisa grinned back at Bill.

“And just what have you got planned? The last time you started this kind of conversation, you brought home a few fuck movies. Now if the guy was jacking off his cock, and if it was erect, then it just might get me all turned on!”

“And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?” her husband asked with raised eyebrows.

The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.

“Now I don’t know who’s talking about fact, and who’s talking about fantasy. Did you bring another of those films home and if you did, let’s get it out and get it on. To tell you the truth, all this talking about sex has me just a little turned on. In fact, it’s got me a lot turned on. I’m starting to get damp just thinking about getting it on tonight.”

“No honey, I didn’t bring any film home, but if you’re serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult theatre on Alameda Street and watch one, then come back home and make love and drink brandy again.”

“I don’t know if I’d rather make love, or just fuck. Actually, I think I’d rather fuck, it sounds dirtier! Do they really show everything in the Adult Movies?”

“You bet your sweet ass, they show everything. It’s not any different than the eight millimeter films I borrowed and brought home, except they are feature length films, with color and sound, like any other movie.”

“Do couples go to those movies?”

“I think that there’s more single men there, or maybe married men on a night away from their wives, but there are couples, and once in a while a single lady comes in.”

“So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all sexed up, is that it?”

“Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys jacking off in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited that they make it right there in the theatre.”

“Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the theatre, with their pricks out, with everything showing?”

“Sure, although it’s a little dark for sight-seeing.”

“But, what if someone should see them.”

“So what if they did?”

“Well, I don’t know, Bill, but it seems to me that they wouldn’t want anyone seeing them jack off.”

“Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get off on having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get off, on watching. Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up the old bodily juices.”

“Well, it’s speeding up my bodily juices, talking about watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take his cock out and jack it off in a movie theatre?”

“As much as you like my cock, you’d probably go bananas, grabbing hold of it to help.”

“I wonder how many strokes they’d let me take?”

“How many do you want to take?”

“Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I’d probably want to pump on the old handle all night long. Jesus, but I’m getting horny talking about all this illicit sexual action.”

“Well then Lisa, let’s get going and watch a couple of guys jack off.”

“Jesus Bill baby,” Lisa groaned, “that turns me on, thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I’d like to make love right here and now. All of this talking about sex, gets me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie, then why not. I’m game if you are, so give me a few minutes to get dressed, don’t want to wear these Levi’s to the show.”

She spun, then turned back to face Bill.

“Do you really think that some man would jack off with me watching?”

“If you don’t get ready, you’ll never find out, now will you?”

She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping off her Levi’s and sweater, Lisa ran her hands over her brassiered breasts then removed her white bra. Her luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere cups, standing out from her rib cage, quivering pink tipped nipples firm from thinking about screwing. After all, if she got turned on in the movie, it would be nice if Bill could touch her nipples.

She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold water rinse and the towel.

It had worked again. It always worked. Even when Lisa was a little girl, it had worked. Lisa thought about her power.

She’d found out when she was very young that if she thought hard enough about anything that she could influence the end result and bend the actions of others around to her pleasure.

It was something like wishing to make it so. If she wished, she could make almost anything happen. As she’d grown more experienced, she had refined the techniques she used, until now she didn’t even have to think when she practiced her power.

Distance seemed to have no effect on her power, it was more a matter of knowing the person involved. She couldn’t cause an effect on a person she’d personally never met, but if she’d either seen some one in the past, or at present was in proximity to the person she’d met, she could make them do almost anything within reason she desired.

Even some very foolish things. She would move her thought to what she called her echo chamber, a hollow between the top of her spine and the back of her brain. It was here that the thought process generated, and when she put her thoughts into words, she could hear an echo of those words from her chamber.

Whenever she used her power, the lovely female was able to get her desires met.

It didn’t always work. For instance, it didn’t work on inanimate objects. When she was in her early teens she had tried to influence both dice and drawing cards from a deck, but that had never worked for her even later in her life when she’d tried. People very were easy, while men were particularly easy for her. When she thought in her echo chamber, the people she pictured almost always had the thoughts that she’d projected.

One of the things she could do was make animate objects fit themselves into her whims. Most of what she’d done in her past, dealing with animate objects was reflected in herself and her figure, but it took a long time to sculpt flesh. Her own contours were a stunning example.

Her eyes as a child were almost a china blue, it took thinking about them for every day for a year, to change them into their now ultra pale, ice blue eyes. The long dark lashes to frame her eyes were easier. The rest of her body took even longer, and she was still working on it. From puberty, she’d worked on her breasts, tummy, thighs, behind, and legs.

She’d read most of the books on parapsychology and none of them seemed to cover her power. She had no psychic power, she couldn’t foretell any future event, she couldn’t make any inanimate object move, but she could influence people, and also sculpt her own body.

Another thing that she could do, was make people do what she wanted, making them think that it was their idea in the first place. In that she was most successful. She’d done it early in the evening when she was feeling most horny, to her husband.

She’d thought, “I think I’ll take that sexy wench of mine to a fuck movie tonight, get her pussy all wet from finger fucking, then bring her back here and fuck her brains out.”

Like always, her husband Bill thought that it was his idea and he’d maneuvered the conversation and talked all around it, until he’d finally brought up the idea of the two of them going to a fuck movie.

It had worked again. Lisa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror while she applied her make up. Her mild glowing complexion required very little aid from the few items of make up sitting on the wash basin cabinet, however Lisa enjoyed making the best of her looks.

A touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her ice blue eyes. A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a little line drawn outwards to make her already wide extra long lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual.

A brush dusted in a pale pink blush make up, applied to her high cheek bones brought just a highlight of color to her pink cheeks.

Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then more lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one way, then the other.

“Not too bad for an old lady of thirty two,” Lisa thought.

She had always considered her nose a trifle too short, her lower lip just a bit too full, however, the sides of her mouth were fixed in a natural smile even when she relaxed all of her facial muscles, definitely giving her a most sensual look. Her too short nose and too full lower lip had been corrected long ago with her power. Her nose was now thinned down, the nostrils flaring like a mare in heat when she was excited.

She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny blonde hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to both shampoo and brush. Her husband described her thick mop of hair as “Mink Blonde”, whatever that meant.

Her sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her two piece bikini, looked as if she were wearing panties and bra even when she was nude.

She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at herself in the still steamy mirror. The thick curls of fur on her pussy were exactly the same color and softness of curl as the hair crowning her head, the line of hair ending at the bottom of her firm belly was so straight that it looked as if it were shaved by a razor.

Her breasts were another matter entirely. A shade too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist. Lisa normally wore a thirty six bra with a problem between a C cup and a D cup. The C cup was sometimes too small and caused her boobs to bulge out the top, the D cup was sometimes too large and felt loose on her breasts.

One of her current projects on self sculpting, was making her breasts just a trifle heavier, and firmer. A full D cup would be fine. Maybe another month at the most. She had to buy size ten or eleven blouses to fit but she could wear either size seven or eight if she bought skirts or pants. It caused her no end of problems when buying a dress, since the tops were always made for someone with a smaller chest, or the bottoms for a bigger ass.

The one part of her body that bothered Lisa, was her nipple. The left one. It was partially inverted, sinking in on itself. It gave her no end of problems, even though her doctor told her that it was nothing to worry about.

When she got horny, always, it would swell up inverted, hurting when it was inside out. Then with no warning, it would pop out of her full breast with such force that it always brought her to orgasm the instant it popped free.

It had been deliberate, maybe a little stupid, but Lisa thought that she shouldn’t seem too perfect and she’d figured out that an inverted nipple might just offset the startling beauty, so her power had been put to work on the nipple, inverting it over the period of two years. If she didn’t like the result, she could always put it back in normal form in a matter of a month or so. Lisa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed, wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she was. The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than she would have liked.

The last time Lisa had used a tape measure, she had a figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her chest, a very tiny twenty four even around her waist, her buttocks were thirty five inches when measured at the fullest part of her ass.

Chapter 2

Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered, shivered, and jiggled like jelly any time she moved, that being the part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard, after staring at her face. Sometimes it became most embarrassing when men stared at her tits, even though it did turn her on and make her feel especially sexy. When they looked, she would fantasize about having the person staring, also sucking and making love to her tits.

That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her, Lisa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him straight in the eye and then smile. Most of the time they got caught looking, they turned red and looked away, but sometimes, when they smiled back, Lisa would feel the heated moisture gather in the folds of her soft pussy.

Men had always been easy for her. Her figure had changed when she was fifteen. She had decided on her fourteenth birthday that she’d always be a skinny bean pole, then with a spurt that amazed everyone who knew her, she had turned from a skinny girl into a full woman, all by harnessing her power over a few years.

First a thickening of fine peach fuzz on her groin then, a thick patch of curly soft ringlets.

Her nipples grew first, then her breasts started swelling, continuing to grow for more than two years.

She could remember that every time her mother bought her a bra, within a month or two it was too tight. Her tits never stopped growing until she was over eighteen.

Casting her eyes over her nude body, Lisa decided that she was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from the bathroom to her closet. The power worked. She really was a stunningly beautiful woman.

She slid the hangers in her closet to find a dress to make it easier to have her pussy touched when Bill got turned on. She picked a silky jersey dress with a button down front and picked a wide black soft leather Italian belt to go with the dress. She decided not to wear hose, letting her long slim legs be smooth and naked under her dress, quickly finding a pair of new panties in her dresser, changed into the new lacy bikini bottoms that showed the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.

Slipping the dress on over her head, buttoning the top, leaving a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing. Her tiny waist cinched even tighter made her luscious figure even more sensual.

At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her drawer full of lingerie, finding at the bottom a pair of dark hose cutout at the top of the thigh to leave her pussy bare. Pulling them on, Lisa snapped off her bedroom light.

Leaving the bedroom, Lisa sauntered downstairs.

“Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears out when she goes to a fuck movie?” Lisa twirled to show off her dress, the dark orange jersey dress swirled around her slim legs. Her full busted tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering with no support from a brassiere.

Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed her hand.

“Let’s get going sweetness, before I pull that dress off your gorgeous body and fuck you right here on the floor.”

“No Sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to a movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever comes first, and I’m holding you to that,” Lisa said, pulling Bill to the door, smiling at his compliment.

…

The theatre was dark, Bill guiding Lisa to the steps that led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the long steep steps until they were at the back row. Peering, they both tried to see if anyone was in the seats at the rear.

The rear row darkness was illuminated when one of the patrons lit a cigarette with his flicked lighter. In the flash of his lighter, they could see most of the seats in the center of the row were unoccupied, Bill guiding and following Lisa as they settled into the soft seats. Of the thirty or so seats in the last row, most were empty, as they settled back and looked at the screen.

The screen had two young women licking on the erect cock of a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living room. Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink tongues around the head of his prick, while one held his testicles, gently kneading and squeezing.

Lisa watched with interest, her initial embarrassment being in the theatre slowly leaving her, as the triad on the screen fitted themselves into ever increasing sexual situations, the male ran his hands over the tits of one girl, pressing the soft flesh and pinching the pink nipple gently, then running his hand down to slide a finger into the wet hole of the other. The juicy cunt he was finger fucking left a slick coating of oily lubricating wetness on his finger.

Lisa could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over closer to Bill’s arm, turning to face him, whispering in his ear. “I’ll answer your question now,” Lisa purred. “Yes, seeing a hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do too! I’m starting to really get horny now. I can really feel my pussy getting very juicy. wouldn’t you like to feel?”

Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the warm fullness of her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of her dress, raising it and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth curved of her leg. His hand drew her dress higher, his fingers touching the silky band at the crotch of her new panties, feeling the hot slick wetness seeping through the silky nylon.

Lisa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so Bill’s fingers could have access to her tingling cunt. Her eyes on the screen while his finger teased at her pussy through the wetness of her panties. Her breathing became shorter as he stroked the length of the crevasse between her thighs, probing and moving around in the sweet wet junction between her legs.

Lisa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving closer to them. He seated himself one seat over, leaving an empty seat between them. Lisa started to pull her dress down over her exposed thighs, then she realized that whatever the man could see was no different than what he could see on the screen.

First she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill of his voyeurism.

She watched him, out of the corner of her eye. He was not watching them. Not directly, but his head was turned closer to them, than to the screen. She was sexually very excited by the thought of that man watching her husband stroke her pussy through the thin covering of her panties, knowing she could turn him on even more by showing him much more of her long slim curved legs and thighs.

She worked her power, “Look at that fantastic blonde and the guy with her. I bet she’s getting turned on with his fingers in her pussy. I’d like to fuck her. I’d like to see her cunt. Maybe if I move over closer, I could see better.”

Lisa squirmed, sliding down in the seat, moving her dress higher and very slowly exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her new panties. She glanced over at the man on her right, finding that he’d turned his head and was staring at her legs and Bill’s caressing fingers on her hot pussy, through the thin covering.

Lisa squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly at the man’s face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening her legs to give him a better view.

He looked harder at her legs and thighs, tempting Lisa to give him a really good show, with her hot sexual teasing.

Lisa whispered in Bill’s ear, “Dear, I’ve got to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back in a minute.”

She carefully made her way past the others in the row, undulating down the steps at the side and, slowly moving to see if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating. One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Lisa could see if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop and look back.

The sleek bodied housewife looked for the ladies rest room sign.

Leaving the rest room, Lisa walked to the top of the stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the men as she passed, entering the rear row.

The lascivious blonde haired wife looked down at the lap of the man who had been seated to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees, waited for him to stand up, pressing her firmly curved ass against him as he stood to let her pass.

Bill always said that her ass was her best attribute, looking like a cantaloupe melon cut in two and glued to her buttocks. The day that Bill had made that comment, was the day she’d stopped sculpting her ass.

Lisa imagined that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man’s prick against her firm ass as she slithered slowly past squirming her buttocks over and against his groin. She paused, pressing her ass harder against him, squirming slightly, teasing him with the firm roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual excitement growing in her loins.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she smiled in the dim light.

After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his groin.

“Bet he has a hard cock under those hands.” thought Lisa, “Watching those people on the screen probably has his cock dripping and he is holding it down. I hope I made it harder when I brushed against him.”

Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly, ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy. Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping moisture gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs.

She giggled, “That’s right. I took them off so you could get a good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an excuse.”

Bill’s fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her thighs slightly wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe her slit.

Lisa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass, pulling it up until her long slim legs and slim curved tummy were clearly visible in the dim light. Her soft and curly thatched pussy hair clearly visible in the reflected light from the screen.

She sent an oblique glance to the man on her right to see if he had noticed her open thighs.

“Look at that cunt spread her legs. My cock’s so hard I think I’ll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get finger fucked.”

Lisa echo chamber reverberated to her thoughts, deciding that she’d try to entice the man to bring his prick out where she could see it.

Her face turned to the screen, but her eyes watched out of the corner the man on her right, only one vacant seat away.

Lisa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he opened his fly. Lisa watched as he felt down inside, fishing for his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth of his zipper.

She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her pussy as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one hand over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the other.

He was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath his hands until she turned and stared directly at his hands.

Slowly his hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to her blonde beauty and lusting eyes. Stroking his huge meaty prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction between her open legs.

Not hard, but impressive anyway, his thick floppy dick filled his stroking hand, the upper length wobbling over his moving fist as he stroked. The thickness, even in the dim reflected light from the screen, was most impressive to the sexually excited housewife.

Lisa’s already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she looked with unabashed glee at the semi erect organ that she’d enticed into the open with her power.

Chapter 3

She turned her head to the right, her ice blue eyes staring at the thick prick the man was stroking. She felt the lusty urge to closely watch his intoxicating prick, turning her head until she was staring at the hard erect cock being fondled. His hand continued stroking, although his eyes didn’t leave the screen, Lisa knew he was aware of her watching him jack off his cock. He raised his body, lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view of his masturbation.

“Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out,” she said.

“What’s a thing?”

“He has his hard prick out, that’s what thing!”

“Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being jerked off, now’s your chance to get a really close look.”

Bill moved his head back, his finger pressing harder on her swollen rubbery and slippery clit.

Lisa turned her head back to watch the prick being stroked a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of Bill’s finger brought her to a long shuddering climax. Her damp wetness drooled over Bill’s fingers as her breathing caught in the sheer sensuality of his fingers in her pussy and the big hot prick being masturbated before her eyes at the same time.

Lisa became more aware of the masturbator’s eyes, looking up for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened to the fingers at the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise and lower his hand on his long prick. If anything, Lisa got more turned on.

Spreading her legs more, her fingers slipped down to raise her skirt still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed the cloth of her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the soft dress higher on her legs, while watching the man’s face.

“Lean forward a little and look. She’s pulling her skirt up higher so I can see her pussy. God damn, but she’s a sexy broad. I’d like to fuck her snatch,” her echo chamber said.

He leaned forward in his seat, more closely to watch the skirt being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Lisa wriggled with pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with the hemline of her skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the seat and raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy, while staring at his face.

His intent gaze was centered on the soft junction between her long slim legs, his hand fondling his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show Lisa was putting on for him.

Lisa continued to pull her dress higher, until her belly was totally exposed, her whole lower torso, naked to his staring eyes.

Enjoying the feeling of sensuality she toyed with the buttons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening them one by one. When the last of the buttons were undone, Lisa shrugged her shoulders. Her dress split down the front, Lisa slowly lifting her fingers to the opening, pulling the soft jersey open past the nipples of her naked breasts.

“Look at all that pussy. I wish she’s open up that blouse and let her big tits just fall out. Look at those fingers in her wet cunt,” her echo chamber directed thoughts to her seat mate’s mind.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa shrugged her shoulders, spilling her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they stood proudly, jiggling in the reflected light of the screen.

Her mind pictured Bill, “My wife really likes watching that guy jerk off, she’d really come if she had her hand on his cock too. I’ll talk her into it. She’s so hot with my hand on her wet cunt, she’ll do anything I ask. That’ll turn me on too, watching her stroke that big prick.”

Bill’s voice in her ear, said, “I think you just came with a finger in your pussy while you watched him jerk off. Did you like having a finger in your wet cunt while you watched a hard cock get jerked off?”

“Oh yes…. I’m hotter than a firecracker, just watching him and having you feel me. I like watching him jack off.”

Bill’s nose tickled her ear as he whispered, “Don’t just talk about it, do it if you want to. I’ll get my cock out so you can jerk off my prick at the same time. That way you can feel two cocks at the same time.”

“Jesus, Bill. I was just kidding. I couldn’t jack him off. I don’t even know him. What if someone should see me?” Lisa whispered into her husbands ear.”

Her manner of faking reluctance to his suggestion, even though she’d planted most of the thought in his steaming brain.

“So what if they do see you,” he whispered back at her. “What are they going to say with all of that going on up front on the screen? Besides, if you don’t take hold of his prick, I’ll quit finger fucking your cunt. Get on with it dear. I’d really like to see you jerk him off.”

“Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?”

“You damn right I would. It would even make me hornier than I am right now. I’m going to pull my prick out so you can have a hard cock in each hand.”

His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants, and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap like a spear.

Her fingers curled around Bill’s prick, feeling the good strong hardness and began to stroke him. Her busy brain engaged in trying to lure the burly individual closer so she could stroke two pricks at the same time. She slowly lowered her right arm and hand to the empty seat between them, palm up, fingers curling as though holding his prick as her wrist made imperceptible jacking motions on the empty seat, as if she had his cock in her empty hand and was fingering it.

The burly stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see her level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked thighs wider for his inspection.

“Look at her hand, she’s wishing she had her fingers on my cock. If I move over one seat, I’ll be sitting next to that sexy body, horny as she is, maybe she’ll feel my cock.”

With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty next to Lisa as she removed her arm from the seat and rested it on the armrest between them. Her hand was hanging over the arm rest, above and to the left of his throbbing prick.

It was too dark in the theatre to see his prick clearly unless there was light seen on the movie screen, for a moment she wished that she had a flashlight. The thought of herself, holding a flashlight in the back row of an adult movie, examining a man jacking off his cock, brought the aroused wife to stifled giggles. She watched his hand slowly leave his cock, his upright hard prick wavering just inches from her curled fingers.

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, go. 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 theatre?”

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, unzipped 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.

Just watching his slim wife’s hand running all over and touching another man’s prick was turning Bill on like never before. He could feel his own prick emitting moisture from the tiny hole as Lisa smeared her thumb over his slippery juice.

Bill intently watched as Lisa began to fondle the big meaty mass of her stranger’s heavy prick.

Lisa tightened her grip, feeling the round heavy roll of his foreskin slide down his cock, then rolled it back up over his knob. Her movement gathered the skin in heavy folds, completely covering the glans, also milking drops of juice which ran down over her fingers. The stickiness of his juices turned Lisa on even more, stretching out her legs, opening her thighs wider, hoping to invite the male stranger to stroke her cunt as she caressed his huge hard leaking male organ.

Her seatmate raised his arm resting it on the armrest, unsure of her reactions, he made tentative motions with his fingers as if he were stroking her. Lisa moved her thigh closer to his resting hand.

The beautiful, turned on blonde leaned her head closer to her seatmate on the right.

“Touch me, please,” she whispered to him.

Slowly her seatmate moved his hand, letting it rest on her thigh, his fingers just touching the curved fullness of her upper leg.

His tentative touch on her thigh was gentle as he left his hand stationary on her thigh to see Bill’s reaction to his touching. Her husband’s reaction to the hand on her bare thigh was rapid.

Her husband moved his hand to touch the stranger’s big fingers, pulling his hand higher on his wife’s leg until the stranger’s fingers brushed Lisa’s exposed and throbbing pussy’s curly hair. Both sets of male fingers touched, then began to caress her hairy wet cunt.

The first touch of both sets of male fingers sent the blonde wife into another long orgasm, followed by another that set her full breasts shuddering in the dim light reflected from the screen. Her nipples, even the inverted left nipple, were standing up like strawberries.

“Stroke my tits while you feel my pussy,” the aroused wife whispered into the beefy stranger’s ear, getting even more aroused at the sound of her own voice talking dirty.

The stranger’s other hand began to squeeze the soft globe of her tit, rubbing her erect nipple slowly in tantalizing circles while both male fingers explored the region of her wildly hot squelching pussy.

Lisa lay back, relaxed in the seat, pumping both pricks and feeling the juice at the tips coating her fingers. She wondered briefly, if this was the ultimate turn on, stroking two pricks and getting finger fucked by two men at the same time.

She felt the desire to taste the seeping juices, to compare male to male and see if the leaking lubricating juices from one cock tasted any different than another.

She moved her fingers to each bulging prick tip, to transfer a drop of leaking cock honey from each cock to her finger tips, then she released both cocks. The sensual blonde wife touched first one finger, then the other to her lips, rubbing the slippery male honey on her full lower lip where her pink tongue darted out and licked the juice.

She smacked her lips quietly at her husbands familiar salty wetness from one finger, savoring the burly stranger’s cock honey from the other.

The clear cock honey oozing from the meaty prick on her right was thicker, and if anything, just a little sweeter than her husband’s sticky, salty cock juice. Just one more taste of each prick, then she moved her hands again, dropping them to both groins and she began to pump harder, while watching the screen.

A red haired lady was getting her pussy sucked. Her sleek thighs wide open, as the pink tongue was thrust into the furry opening between her legs.

“Jesus, what a turn on,” Lisa thought. “Here I am, with a hot throbbing prick in each hand, my husband and another guy I don’t even know, finger fucking my pussy, while here on the screen a six or seven foot pussy is being licked by a guy with a five foot tongue.”

Lisa spasmed again, her orgasm wracking her body, her active wet cunt making squelching noises, as the fingers caressed her clitoris spreading the soft lips of her pussy.

(continued in “The Adventure of Lisa : Chapters Four, Five, Six”…)

by anonymous author