As a result of Joanna's sexual liberation, she started wearing more seductive clothes. One of the first people to notice the difference was Henry Claxton, her boss at the bank. Claxton had had his eyes on Joanna for years, but he'd always been too timid to make a move. She'd always seemed so reserved and sexless. It was obvious to him that something had happened now to change her life and her attitudes.
His desk faced her typing table, and one afternoon he found himself ogling her legs. He often wondered what kind of a sex life she had. She seemed like a cool, smart cookie, but there was no way to know about women like that. The outside cover was often no more than a disguise.
He looked over the top of the file he was reading and tried to penetrate the shadows between her slightly spread thighs. Her skirt lay loosely across her thighs, about half-way between her knees and crotch. Stolen glances at a woman's crotch often excited Claxton more than having the woman undress before him willingly.
His gaze traveled upward. He'd always thought she had nice tits. Her thin blouse clung to the shape of her sharp, upturned nipples. As she swung the top half of her body around to answer the ringing phone, her knees spread apart a little and he caught a brief but delightful view. She was wearing nylons and a garter belt. The interval of bare flesh between the stocking tops and her panties was mouthwatering. He could make out the dark triangle of her snatch through the thin white fabric of her panties.
She caught him looking and abruptly snapped her knees together. A spot of color appeared on each cheek and she dropped her eyes.
Claxton suddenly decided to make his pitch. "When I was a little boy," he said, "my idea of a good time was hiding under the bleacher seats and looking up the skirts of the girls."
Joanna stared at him, her eyes wide and steady. She certainly wasn't discouraging him. Claxton thought he even detected a slight opening of her knees.
"It's still my idea of a good time," he said, "But it's really for kids. I'm a big boy now with big-boy tastes." He smacked his lips. "I'll bet you taste like peaches and cream," he said.
She blushed crimson. Her mouth dropped open. A long moment passed, and then her lips turned up in a faint smile.
After that it was easy. He invited her to lunch. They held hands under the table at the restaurant. By the time they finished dessert, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to arrange the afternoon off at the bank and reserve a room at a motel.
Claxton was itching to get his hands on her, but he restrained himself. He did not want to take any chances and ruin it. You could never tell with a married woman. Sometimes they decided at the last moment not to go through with it. Once inside the motel room, they moved into each other's arms. Their lips merged in a wet kiss. The high, full mounds of her tits pressed against his chest. Her belly pushed delightfully against his crotch. He knew she could feel his cock. He pushed back against her belly to make her more aware of it.
He gripped her tightly around the back, then slid a hand down and over the springy bulge of her ass. He rubbed the lush curve of each ass cheek and the crack between them. He patted the plump mounds and let them quiver against his fingertips. His cock took on added length and thickness and its head swelled out large and bulbous.
When he finally released her, she stepped back and smiled at him.
"You've got knowing hands," she said.
"What does that mean?"
Joanna blushed and smiled again. "It means I like the feel of your hands on my ass."
"You like it, huh?"
"Yes, I like it."
He dropped his hand to the backs of her thighs. He raised her skirt and slipped his hand underneath it. He cupped the bulge of her ass, fingering the thin nylon parities which covered her. She swayed her hips as he traced the groove of her ass with his fingers. His finger tips finally slipped under her panties to stroke the naked fullness of an ass cheek. She responded with a murmur of approval. He slid his hand wholly into her panties and caressed both warm, rubbery cheeks. They were as firm as the ass of a teenager, but plump with maturity.
Claxton decided he might as well remove Joanna's panties, since he'd gone this far with her already. He liked the idea that her ass was sensitive. A nicely shaped woman's ass always turned him on, and he intended to do more with Joanna's ass than just squeeze it.
Joanna put up no resistance to having her pants pulled down. It was well understood by both of them that fucking was to be the main item on the agenda. Claxton gripped her panties at the top and drew them down. They pulled inside-out as they left her ass and pussy. He touched the warm inner crotch of the briefs and found it wet. Pushing the panties down to her legs, he dropped to his knees in front of her and caressed her stockings up and down. She leaned against his shoulder and raised her feet one at a time so that he could slip the panties off her shoes.
Now he ran his hands up the backs of her legs to the tops of her stockings and the warm full slabs of her thighs. He squeezed the pliant flesh. He slid his fingers underneath the garter straps and kneaded her thighs. The motion caused the lips of her pussy to rub against one another. Hot cuntjuice oozed out of the drooping, hairy lips.
He moved up his hands to cup her ass cheeks. He bounced the smooth, round masses, then gripped them hard and wiggled them.
"That's nice," she crooned. "I like that."
She moved back to the bed and stretched out fully clothed in the center of it. Her eyes lidded, she watched him strip. She smiled when he pulled his shorts away and exposed his dangling, thick cock. Stepping out of his shorts, he tossed them away and walked over to the side of the bed.
Joanna raised a hand toward his crotch.
Claxton chuckled. "Not yet," he said. "Let's get your clothes off."
He opened the fasteners of her skirt and tugged it down as she lifted her rump. He gazed at the fluffy thicket of her cunt-hair. The black curls were in vivid contrast with her white skin. The puffy outer lips of her cunt were pressed snugly together by her thighs.
He helped her sit up and removed her blouse. Her tits were cradled in a snug-fitting satin bra of pink and white. The canyon between their soft white slopes was deep and shadowy. As he bent to unhook her bra at the back, he kissed the upper slope of one of her bulging tits.
The bra gave way and he moved a hand around to the front. He reached in to grab the weight of a full tit in his hand. He lifted it free of the bra and closed his mouth over the large nipple with his teeth until Joanna moaned.
She twisted her shoulders, wiggling the tit in his mouth. His hand gripped the other breast and began to knead it. She reached for his dangling cock and lifted it to push back his foreskin. His cock stiffened. Shivering with excitement, she could feel it grow in her hand. She panted as he continued to suck her tit.
"Oh, shit!" she said. "That's good!"
He pulled his mouth off her tit with a sucking noise and moved to the other one. He trapped the hard nipple with his tongue, licking it up and down, lashing and sucking at it.
Joanna crooned. She adored the way he used his mouth on her breasts. The sucking made her as hot as a volcano. She could feel the cuntjuice dripping put of her hole to wet the insides of her thighs. She wanted something in there. She wanted the mouth of her cunt stretched by the hard slab of his fuckmeat. "Screw me!" she hissed. "Fuck me now!"
He popped the nipple he'd been sucking out of his mouth and squeezed her tits together with his hands. He lifted them as he rubbed them. The stiff red nipples vibrated as he bounced the soft flesh up and down.
He backed up and crouched down between her legs. He gripped her full thighs from underneath and spread them wide apart. He leaned close and studied her gaping red cunt. Black hair curled outward along each meaty lip. The hole was wet and brimming. Her clit was stiff and swollen like an angry red bean.
"Suck it!" she groaned. "Suck my pussy!"
He swooped down to the feast, his eager mouth sucking up the red meat of her cunt. The smell of her oozing gash filled his nostrils. Slippery warm fluid covered his face. He noisily sucked her wet cunt and drove his tongue deep into the steaming hole.
Joanna moaned and rubbed her thighs against the sides of his head. He slid his hands up the front of her body and clutched her tits. He squeezed and pulled at the rubbery globes as he sucked her cunt.
Joanna was overcome with lust. She no longer knew who she was or where she was – and she didn't care. All she knew was the exquisite sucking at her cunt and the slithering caress of his probing tongue. She began bucking her cunt against his face. He fastened his lips around the hard little bean of her clit and sucked and nibbled until a great shudder passed through her body. A wave of bliss rippled through her from head to toe.
"Oh. Jesus Christ, that's good!" she moaned.
He kept sucking her clit until she came down from her climax, and then he raised up his face and grinned. "I like the way you come," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
He sat up. His long thick cock pointed at the ceiling, its huge red head exposed. She lay back with her legs parted. He took hold of one thigh with both hands and raised it up. Her knee bent and her foot slid along the bed. He left the leg propped up. Lowering his head, he licked her thigh above the top of her stocking. Then he began releasing her garter straps one by one. He licked her skin along the top of her stocking. He pulled her stocking down as far as her knee and trailed his tongue after it along her leg.
Moving around on the bed, he worked on the other stocking in the same way. Then he backed up, gripped both stocking tops and peeled them completely off her legs. Joanna moved her thighs apart and looked at him between her knees. She loved showing herself to him. It thrilled her to have him look at her cunt.
"It's a beautiful cunt," he said. He stroked gently with his fingertips. Wet and open, her cunt quivered under his touch. "Roll over," he said.
She turned over aid wondered what was coming next. She groaned when he took firm hold of her rubbery, plump ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She shivered at the knowledge that he was gazing at her exposed asshole. Then she felt his hot breath against her ass crack. Her asshole puckered in response. A moment later she cried out as she felt the wet surface of his tongue licking the ring of her shit-hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned.
He licked at her asshole with a wet, slurping sound. She slowly rotated her ass against his face. He gripped her hips to hold her motionless and spread her ass cheeks even further apart. His tongue pressed against the muscular ring.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, dear God!"
His tongue popped through the muscular sphincter and pushed into the depths of her ass. The realization that Henry Claxton had his tongue in her ass was almost too much to handle. The feel of it was pure heaven! Her anal muscles spasmed wildly as he moved his hot tongue in and out of her asshole. He thrust and withdrew and thrust again with a deliberate fucking rhythm. He rotated his tongue, reaming her shit-hole, making it softer and wider. She shivered and whimpered. He had her so exposed and vulnerable, he could easily jump on top of her and ram his cock up her ass.
But Claxton had no intention of fucking her up the ass. He popped his tongue out of her asshole and ordered her to roll over on her back. Instead of doing so, she sat up. Her eyes gleaming with lust and her mouth slack, she bent over his crotch. She gripped his stiff cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. Her hair fell against his thighs as he sat back on his heels. She clamped her wet mouth on as much of his cock as she could take in and began to suck on him with a slurping noise.
His cockhead throbbed and swelled as her hot tongue lapped over it. She tightened the ring of her lips behind the flared rim. His fat cockhead filled her mouth like a huge, juicy plum. She sucked and licked and drooled saliva over the knob and shaft of his rampant cock. He began pistoning his fuck-meat in and out of her mouth, and she answered by bobbing her head and fucking him back.
Claxton groaned. He thought of emptying a full load of cream into her mouth. He liked watching a woman's face when she was swallowing his jism. They always looked so hungry, as if their lives depended on getting that last drop of cum. But shooting off in Joanna's mouth could wait – he wanted to fuck her cunt.
He gripped her bobbing head and lifted it off his fat red cock. His cock-shaft swayed and jerked in front of her face.
"Fuck me now!" she crooned. "I need it!"
He made her stretch out on her back. Holding his cock in his hand, he mounted her. She groaned when he probed the head of his cock between her meaty cuntlips. The swollen knob pushed at the elastic cunt-mouth.
"Ready for it?" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
"Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock! Give me your cock!"
He lurched his hips forward to sink his long thick cock deep into the steaming channel of her slime-drenched cunt.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
"Good?"
"It's wonderful!" He rested a moment to let his cock throb and soak in her pussy. His balls flattened against her crotch. She could feel the hair on his ball-sac tickling her ass.
He began to fuck. He used long, slow strokes, sinking deep each time, and then pulling out almost all the way before plunging in again. Joanna panted and writhed, pressing her eager cunt up to receive each powerful stroke.
Claxton supported his weight on his arms and watched the jiggling of her tits as she squirmed on his cock. Her thick nipples stood out long and hard. He liked the look of passion on her face as she panted through wet, parted lips. Her eyes were smoldering. She grunted each time he smacked his balls against her crotch. Her cunt was wet enough to make a sucking, slurping noise with each stroke.
"You want it now?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Let me have it! Make me come!"
Raising up her legs, she locked her ankles around his back. He began pistoning her cunt with a series of powerful, rapid strokes. Within moments, they were grunting and gurgling together as he emptied his balls into the hot mouth of her quivering cunt.