Mary Farcus

Wide open wife

The night was so warm that the door of the bar had been left open. Something vaguely country western-rock was on the juke bin, spilling loud sound into the neon-lit night as a man and a woman came out the door.

"My car's over here," the man said, one arm slipping around the woman's waist. She let him lead her, moving voluptuously against his encircling arm, but there were many little clues in their behavior that indicated they had just met. The man's quick, covert glances and the cautious breeziness of the woman.

The car was a large station wagon, the rear two-thirds of it jammed with boxes and cases. "I'm a salesman," he explained as he ushered her into the front seat with almost exaggerated, courtesy, then went around and got in the driver's side.

"By the way… I didn't catch your name," the man said as he shut his door and turned to look at the woman.

"I didn't throw it your way," she said coolly. There was a short silence during which the man digested her answer.

"My name's Tom," he finally said. "Tom Preston. And you're…"

"I'm your pick-up for the night," she said curtly. "I don't like names. I've forgotten yours already."

"Hey… what is this?" the man asked, trying to laugh off her barely friendly manner. "You with the CIA or something?"

"Uh-uh," she replied. "I'm just a horny woman who had you pegged for a good fuck, which I could really use. If you've got any thing else in mind, if you've got some macho plans for dissecting my personal history and tacking it up on your trophy board, forget it."

"Jesus Christ, lady," the man replied. "When do you whip out your razor and start slashing?" One of his hands had been inching along the seat toward the woman's shoulders, but it froze in place. He drew a little toward his side of the car. The woman noticed, and her voice softened.

"Don't get your masculine pride hurt," she said. "I just want all the cards on the table. I'm a big girl now. I don't have to kid myself that I've got an emotional thing going with every man I lay. Like I said, I'm horny and you look like a good fuck. I'm a good fuck too. You want me or not?"

Holy shit! Tom Preston thought nervously. A weirdo! I thought the whole thing was too easy!

He'd met the woman in the bar only a few minutes earlier. Right off the bat he'd wondered what such a good-looking broad was doing in a place like Fellini's. She didn't look like a hooker – a lot more class than that. But there was something overtly sexual about her. Tom took a chance and offered her a drink. She'd slowly looked him up and down and then nodded. He was still trying to work out his next play when she made it for him.

"Let's go some place more… private," she said, glancing up at him with her big, dark eyes.

"But you haven't finished your drink," he blurted, taken off balance.

"So? You sell whisky or something?"

Still hardly able to believe he'd made such a fast score, Tom had led the woman out of the bar toward his car, his eyes darting over her full, voluptuous figure. But now it wasn't so easy. Or was it?

Tom didn't really like women very much, but loved to fuck. Except for that, most of the pleasure he got out of sex was in seducing a woman. He liked to feel that he was tricking them, getting something for nothing. And now this bitch was spoiling his fun, making it all too easy, too cut and dried. But his eyes roamed automatically over her body as she sat next to him. Damned gorgeous piece! He had to admit. She was wearing a tight sweater that showed her nipples, suggesting she wasn't wearing a bra, or maybe one of those new, thin ones. Her tits looked big and round and firm, making his hands itch to touch them.

Neither Tom nor the woman had said anything for a few seconds, then she spoke again. "Okay, Tom," she sighed. "I can see you like names. So you can call me Hot Lips, and I don't mean the ones on my face."

Her very casualness began to have an effect on Tom, and his blood started to heat up as he realized all he had to do was just reach out and take her. No games this time, not even any pretending that he liked her. That might be nice. He could be just as crude as he liked.

"Okay, Hot Lips," he grated. "Let's see if you're just blowing smoke."

Turning in the seat, Tom started pushing up the girl's skirt with his left hand. She obligingly lifted her ass so he could hitch her skirt as high as possible. Smooth, sleek thighs clad in smoke colored panty hose were bared, and Tom quickly ran his hand up their insides, thrilled with the way the girl parted her legs to give him access to her crotch. His fingers dug hotly against her nylon covered mound, pressing into the soft, hairy flesh beneath the silky material.

Jesus! He thought. She's soaking wet already! It was true. Her panty hose, soaked through with her gushing cunt juices literally squished under the eager probing of his fingers. And now that her legs were parted, he could smell the heady aroma of her arousal.

"Told you they were hot," she murmured, her voice going husky as his fingers mashed against her cunt.

"Sure as hell looks promising," he grunted. "But let's get down to the bare facts."

Tom reached higher and tried to ram his hands under the top of the woman's panty hose, but she wriggled away.

"You'll tear the damn things, and they cost," she admonished him. "Let me do it."

Tom waited impatiently as she stripped off her panty hose. He noticed that a pair of bright colored panties were included; she'd stripped off both panty hose and panties together. She set them on the seat next to her, but they slid onto the floor. He might have told her, but his eyes were glued to her gleaming, bare thighs and the dark patch nestled between them.

The woman smiled for the first time as Tom's eager hand fumbled up the inside of her thighs, heading for her cunt. Once again she opened her legs to him, and a moment later his fingers were slithering through the hot wetness of her naked pussy slit.

"Christ, buddy, take it easy!" she yelped, the smile vanishing from her lovely face. "You're not supposed to make your own hole! There's already one there!"

Fighting to get himself under control, Tom slowed his hasty probing and let his fingers roam through the woman's slippery snatch for a few seconds. Then his middle finger found her cuntlips and slid smoothly inside. "God! You are hot!" he muttered as his finger was swallowed by her steaming cunt.

"You just keep pushing that finger in and out and I'll show you what hot really is," the woman panted, her hips grinding lewdly up against his impaling finger. Tom felt a moment of triumph as he realized the woman was beginning to react to his eager finger-fucking. Her breathing was quickened and her eyes were glazed.

Finally feeling in control of the situation, Tom tried to pull the woman's sweater up with his right hand, but it was too difficult a maneuver. Fortunately, the woman helped, pulling up the sweater herself, baring two of the most magnificent tits he'd ever seen. The firm, full mounds jutted out at him, the dark nipples already beginning to harden in expectation. Tom didn't keep them waiting. While his finger continued to drum in and out of the woman's tight cunt, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, feeling it instantly harden against his tongue.

"Oh, God, I love sex!" the woman panted, writhing sensuously on the seat. Her hands eagerly grasped Tom's head, moving it from one soft tit to the other, urging him on. His finger was still slithering faithfully in and out of her cunt, her hot juices gushing out onto his palm. This bitch is on the way! He exulted.

But when he tried to fuck her, he got a surprise. She didn't say anything when he pulled his finger out of her sucking cunt and unzipped his pants. But when he worked his swollen cock out of his fly and tried to crawl between her gaping thighs, she suddenly pushed him away.

"Uh-uh," she said bluntly. "I don't fuck in cars. That's for high school kids. Let's find us a bed."

"Christ! I haven't got a place I can take you to," he complained.

"Wifey wouldn't understand, is that it?" the woman said with a grin. "Well, then how about a motel, or don't you want to fuck me bad enough to lay out the dough?"

Tom did his best to convince her to fuck right there, in the front seat of his car, but she wouldn't budge. She let him shove his finger back up into her cunt, which he thought would get her so hot she'd let him fuck her, but he worked her to an orgasm instead, her body arching back so far that her thighs banged into the dash.

"Okay, okay," he finally snarled when she told him he might as well tuck his cock back into his pants. "We'll go to a fucking motel!"

Tom picked a motel far enough away so that his raging hard-on had time to shrink and wouldn't show too much. He made sure that there was room to park his car around back, out of sight of the street. With all those sample cases, it was an easy car to spot, and he knew that if Lucy ever realized how he used his spare time…

The woman waited in the car while he nervously registered, then followed him to the room, taking her pantyhose with her.

It was the typical plastic motel room, but the bed was big and looked firm. Tom shut the door and turned the double lock. "Okay, Hot Lips," he said. "Let's see if you're worth fifteen bucks."

"Worth every penny of it," she replied, smiling. And then she started to take off her clothes. Tom remained by the door, just watching, his temperature rising as he saw her lovely nakedness unveiled before him.

"Jeezuz… she's built even better than I thought!" Tom mumbled as the woman turned to carefully drape her skirt over a chair. In profile, her tits were even more impressive, and he found himself remembering the soft, alive feel of them. And as he remembered, his cock lurched in his pants, beginning to press painfully against the tight, restraining material.

"Pretty promising bulge," the woman said, her glance flickering at Tom's crotch. She began to walk toward him slowly, naked, and he couldn't keep from staring at the tuft of thick, brown cunt hair that fluffed out from between her lush thighs, remembering how juicy her snatch had been. Juicy and hot.

Tom was starting to reach for her when she suddenly dropped to her knees.

"We better let that thing out into the open before it smothers in there," she said as she fumbled with his fly. A moment later his cock tumbled out into her waiting hand.

"Mmmmnnnnnn… pretty," the woman sighed, beginning to stroke her fingers tantalizingly up and down the sensitive underside of Tom's big cock. He shuddered in ecstasy, staring at the swollen head of his cock now only inches from the woman's full, red lips.

"Hey, baby," he said, his voice harsh and dry. "Let's see if those lips are hot too."

"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked teasingly.

"You bet your bare ass!" Tom panted, thrusting his rigid cock closer to her lovely face.

Still teasing, the woman thrust out her tongue and tickled his cock with it, obviously trying to thrust the wet, pink tip up inside the tiny slit in his prick.

"Aaaaahhh, Christ!" Tom panted. "Quit playing around and put some mouth around it."

Tom's cock was so hard by now that it almost hurt him. Thick, blue veins laced the swollen shaft, and the bloated tip was almost purple. He knew he'd have to bury it in her cunt sooner he'd go out of his mind.

"C'mere, Hot Lips," he growled, and tangling his fingers in the woman's thick dark hair, began to tug her head closer to his bloated prick. She strained away from the rigid cock for a few seconds, and then seemed to give in.

"Ah, what the hell," the lovely brunette murmured. Leaning forward, she opened her glossy, wet lips and slipped them around Tom's big cock.

"Oh, God," he groaned as he felt the heated wetness of her mouth close around his throbbing cock. His loins hunched forward a little more, trying to bury another inch or two of the meaty shaft inside her mouth.

But Tom didn't need to coax the woman. Settling back, she began to suck his cock in earnest, her mouth gliding up and down its heated length. Torn writhed above the brunette, staring at his erect cock as it slid smoothly in and out of her lovely face. Further down he could make out the silhouette of her big tits, the nipples tipping the ends like dark, little berries. He wished he could see her cunt; to touch it and shove his fingers up inside, but it was buried underneath her kneeling body.

Then he lost interest in anything other than the indescribable bliss of her mouth slipping up and down the length of his shuddering cock. He felt his balls tightening and knew that in another minute or two he was going to come. Tom had arched his back, waiting to shoot the first hot jets of sperm into the woman's mouth, when she sensed what was happening.

"Oh, no!" she said in alarm, pulling her mouth from the bloated, twitching cock. "Gotta save that load for Momma's hungry little cunt."

"Shove it back in your mouth! Suck it dry! I'm gonna shoot off!" Tom moaned, trying to force the woman's head back down toward his aching loins. But she easily twisted away.

"Uh-uh," she said firmly, and reaching out, pinched the bloated tip of Tom's cock with her thumb and forefinger – hard!

"Take it easy!" Tom yelped, jumping back. But he noticed that he wasn't about to come any more. "Christ! What the hell did you do to my cock?"

"Just trying to teach it patience," the woman said with a slow smile. "Come on. Let's get on the fucking bed!"

Tom didn't hesitate to follow the woman as she turned and walked toward the big bed. Some ass! He thought as he watched her full, firm buttocks sway and jiggle ahead of him.

Tom was only about a foot behind the woman when she crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees, her luscious ass within easy reach.

"Hold it a minute," he ordered, his hand reaching out to slither up the inside of her creamy, white thigh. She stopped, still on her hands and knees. "Let's see if those pussy lips are still hot," he said with a leer, and almost brutally, he thrust his hand against her crotch, slithering his fingers into the wet warmth of her pussy slit.

"Uuunnnhhh," the woman sighed as his fingers began to slide up and down the full length of her sensitive cunt. Torn felt her body quiver, and as soon as he realized she liked what he was doing, he shoved his middle finger inside her pussy.

"Oh, yes! I like that!" the woman panted, thrusting her ass greedily back against his invading hand. Tom started rhythmically finger-fucking her, his hand chugging in and out between her slightly parted thighs. After a few thrusts, she began to get wetter than ever, and he could hear a wet sluicing sound as his finger worked further up into her juicy cunt.

Almost immediately Tom's cock, which had softened a little when the woman had pinched off his orgasm, began to harden, hungering for the slick tube his finger was learning so well. Taking his big prick in one hand, he guided it between the woman's soft thighs.

"Okay, baby, you're gonna get what you asked for," he panted. With a shudder of joy, he felt his cock being brushed by her soft pubic hair, and, after that, her spongy cuntlips. Only at the last moment did he pull his finger from her cunt.

"Oh yes! Shove your cock up into my pussy!" the woman moaned, twisting her head around and staring hungrily at Tom as he worked his cock up into her cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she begged.

"Right on, cunt!" he growled, and with a flick of his hips, Tom buried the full length of his throbbing cock all the way up the woman's tight cunt.

"Uuuunnnwhhh!" she grunted as she was knocked forward by the power of his thrust. But she stiffened her arms and managed to stay on all fours, even pushing back with her lush ass, obviously trying to impale herself more on his big rod.

"Yes… yesssssss," she hissed in delight. "Fuck me with your big cock! Split me in two! Make me come!"

"Anything you say, whore!" Tom grunted, and began to fuck her cunt as hard as he could, slamming his loins hard against her, hearing his flesh smack loudly against her creamy ass-cheeks with every forward thrust.

"Aaaaahhhhh," the woman began to moan, her hips gyrating and twisting. Tom felt as if his throbbing cock was trapped in a hot, wet vise that was going to milk the cum right out of his balls. He was glad he hadn't come in her mouth. This was going to be one hell of a lot better, shooting his load into such a tight, sucking pussy.

"Aaaahhhhh! God, I was right. You can really fuck!" the woman panted. "It feels like you're shoving your cock all the way up to my tonsils!"

Her arms had given way, and she had fallen forward, resting on her shoulders with her head turned to one side, her ass thrust obscenely high as Tom pounded his cock again and again against her rounded contours. Fucking beautiful woman! He thought excitedly, staring down the graceful sweep of her naked back to where her dark hair was fanned out over the light-colored bedspread. His hands were digging into her taut ass-cheeks as he tried to hold her closer and open her gushing cunt even wider.

Suddenly, as Tom was preparing for the final few thrusts up that gloriously tight hole, the woman lunged forward, her hips twisting away from him, her pussy pulling free of his stabbing cock.

"Hey! What the hell!" Tom barked angrily, his cunt-wet cock standing out rigid in front of his still-humping loins.

The woman had rolled over, and was looking up at him hotly. "I'm going to cum soon," she panted. "And I want to do it my own way."

"You want me to fuck you like that?" Tom asked gruffly, staring at her sex-flushed loveliness. Any way you want, baby, he told himself. This way might be better, anyhow. He liked looking at her face, at her big, lush tits. Yeah. Maybe he'd have a handful of them when he shot his wad into her cunt.

Cunt! He stared hungrily at her crotch. The woman was lying on her back, her legs spread apart. And his cock had, indeed, opened up her tight pussy, letting it gape open, the wet pussy hair pushed to the sides, the slippery, pink length of her slit beckoning to him. At its bottom he could make out the pulsing opening of her cunt, begging to be stuffed again with hot cock meat.

Tom was crawling toward the panting woman when she stopped him. "No, you lie down on your back," she said, scrambling to her knees. "I want to do this myself."

Grumbling, Tom let the excited woman push him down on his back, and lay there, his bulging cock rearing impatiently above his hairy balls.

"Ooohhhhh… it's gorgeous," she sighed, admiring his cock.

"Gonna fuck yourself?" he asked, liking the lewd sound of the words as he a watched her poise her juicy snatch above the bloated tip of his waiting cock.

"Yes. Yes, I'm going to fuck myself until I come," she blurted.

Kneeling above Tom, the woman guided his cock-tip into her cunt. Tom watched the swollen head disappear in a tangle of dark cunt hair. Then she suddenly settled down, and he felt his cock sliding smoothly up into her eager body once again.

"Aaahhh," they moaned as their bodies were joined lewdly together. With a leer of triumph, Tom stared at the woman's lovely face watching her eyes widen with stunned pleasure as his cock filled her hot cunt. She stayed that way for a moment, her crotch screwed down against his with his cock all the way up her cunt. Then he flexed his hips slightly and his big rod dug its way in a little deeper.

"Oooooohhhh," the woman wailed, and, lifting her ass, slid nearly free of his cock and held herself poised for a moment. Tom was straining upwards, afraid that she might miscalculate and let that marvelous pussy slip from the end of his hungry cock. But she suddenly slammed down with all her weight, impaling herself once again on his iron-hard prick.