0 comments/ 88002 views/ 5 favorites Joe in Oak Valley Ch. 1 By: JackFlash1959 Author's note: I appreciate your feedback and enjoy the thought that you are getting off on my writing! Please forgive grammar or spelling mistakes as I was getting off as I wrote it! Thanks again for your feedback and don't forget to vote! * * * * * The blue pickup slowly drove down through the hills toward Oak Valley. The instructions rested on the bench seat beside him and he followed them carefully. It was nice of Ben Watts to recommend him for this work. The people in Oak Valley reeked of money. They had more money in one of their houses than all the houses in his hills put together. But, Joe Woodson didn't begrudge them their money. They worked hard for it and as long as they paid him what he was worth, he was happy they had their money. Joe had worked in the valley before. Actually, he had lived in the valley and performed his duties as a woodworker in one of the shops on the edge of the mountains He had made cabinets in the winter and framed houses in the summer. It was his wife, a psychologist, who made the money in the family and afforded them their 3,000 square foot home with the swimming pool and the membership to the golf and tennis club. Joe had been at work when a tractor-trailer truck bumped a mini-van and jumped the guardrail, crossing the median and ramming into a 1993 green Mazda. Joe's wife was in the passenger seat of the Mazda and died instantly. Joe and his wife had neglected her life insurance policy and sadly, Joe had to give their house back to the mortgage company. Fortunately, the cabin in the woods was paid for and Joe sold off most of their furniture to downsize into the small 3 room cabin that used a wood stove for heat. Joe turned off the highway and wound the big pickup around the sharp corners that separated Oak Valley from the bigger communities. Joe's eyes roamed from huge house to huge house. Clearly most of these houses were mansions anywhere else. All the houses were respectfully planted among the trees and beautifully manicured shrubs and lawns. The lots of land were all at least 1 acre in an area where finding 1/4 acre was rare. The gravel driveway to his right led up a tight winding path wide enough for one vehicle. Joe drove up past the oak trees and evergreen lined walkways. As he turned the corner, the small white building took his breath away. It was an old meeting house/Church. Judging from the architecture and the turned railings, it had to be at least 250 years old. The skill of the old carpenters was thrilling to behold for Joe. The corner cuts were perfect even so many years later. The windows were original hand blown glass and though the porch creaked as he walked in, it gave the building character. He knocked and entered to find old green painted pews arrayed left and right within the large hall that used to be a Congregational Church sanctuary. He heard a noise to his left and noticed a woman trying to move a heavy bench against the back wall. "Excuse me, Ma'am" Joe softly called out. "Do you need some help?" She looked up and smiled. It was a type of smile that Joe had not expected in Oak Valley - a genuine and caring smile. "Sure!" she replied with a modest Boston accent. She wore a gray sweatshirt with the letters A & F, black sweatpants, and New Balance sneakers. Her dark hair was piled up on her head under a Boston Red Sox baseball cap. Maybe she was 30 years old he thought. Joe helped her move the bench to the wall. When the bench reached the wall, she promptly smiled and thrust out her hand. "I'm Cynthia Austin. Are you Joe?" Joe reached out his big paw and took her tiny hand in hers, shook once and nodded with a smile. "Good then" and she gave him his instructions on the wood work that required repair. He stood there watching her instruct him on what he was to do. His thin face painted a picture of pain and lost love and she could feel it. His legs were muscular and his arms showed thick and knotted muscles right through the old and tattered Virginia State sweatshirt. His hair was in a blonde ponytail out of the back of his green John Deer cap. Cynthia sensed the sadness and pain that dulled his brown eyes and she wondered when he was the last time he was happy. She shook her head as if to clear her mind of distracting thoughts and moved forward to where the altar used to be. "We used to have an altar here about 100 years ago when it was a Church. Now, only the Oak Valley Women's Club meets here." He looked at where the altar used to be and then back at her. Her eyes were like a pin wheel maze and he felt that if he looked for just a short time, he would lose all ability to focus. Her blue eyes were edged by India Ink black that captivated him. He looked away. "What needs to be done?" "We need a new lectern built that will fit over this hole in the floor." She smiled at him again and stepped around the hole. Nice teeth - he thought. Losing his mind in her eyes, he said, "Why not buy one? It would be cheaper than having one custom built" She smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile anymore. "Joe" She paused "Do you see anything cheap in this building? Do you see anything mass-produced? Is there any object in this room that is not a period piece or at least hand made?" another pause "Do you??" Joe looked around as if he was really going to answer her question. Her confidence and in some way, her arrogance had reduced him to a small child being scolded for not having common sense. "No Ma'am". "Here are the plans for the lectern and a spec sheet for the necessary work above the windows. Additionally, at the bottom of the page … "she pointed her finger "there … and … there, are the prices we'll pay for the work." He nodded as he looked over the prices, but in his mind he replayed her finger pointing at the page. The fingernail was manicured beautifully and painted a light peach. "The prices are fine" he spoke with a rasp in his voice as he realized the number was 3 times what he would have normally charged. ***** Cynthia left, but returned a short while later at lunch time. Joe marveled at the transformation. Kneeling on the floor, he looked up without staring. Gone were the sweatshirt, sweatpants and sneakers. She had changed into a conservative, dark blue, business suit. The hat was gone in favor of a classic bun that held her long hair on top of her head. She looked ready to host the evening news. The look of surprise showed on Joe's face and Cynthia smiled a quick smile at her effect on men. Joe wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "I've cleared out the rotted wood above the windows and I was just about to get an order ready for the lumber mill for the lectern and the replacement wood." She walked by him, "No need, I've already ordered the wood and it should be here by 1:00pm." She checked her watch while Joe checked her legs. They were long, smooth and a little muscular. If he knew more about women's apparel, he would have noticed that she wore silk stockings from Italy to go with the blue classic Italian pump heels. To Joe's disappointment, her skirt extended below her knee. Still kneeling on the floor, he asked, "How'd you know how much to get?" She smiled and touched her cheek. "I measured it!" She paused a second. "I have a meeting with my husband's board this afternoon, an aerobics class at 4:00pm, and a reception tonight at 8:00pm." She kneeled in front of him with her legs closed tightly giving him no hope for a view. "Here is the key. Please lock up when you leave and I'll see you tomorrow morning after my kids go to school". Joe smiled. She certainly was a bundle of energy. "You take aerobics?" She smiled back. "No, I teach aerobics". She turned and began to walk away. Joe called out "How many kids?" Without turning her head, she called back "TWO" and left through the front door. Joe watched her walk out to her Jaguar. Her hips swayed beneath her suit. Wow - he thought. ***** THE NEXT AFTERNOON "How was your meeting? The aerobics class and the reception?" Joe asked hoping that he had remembered it all. Cynthia smiled at his cleverness. "They were all fine. In the meeting, we agreed to sell the company. The aerobics class got out all my frustrations and the reception was for my husband who couldn't make it." "Why not" asked Joe as he hammered a board in above the window. She looked up and noted the muscles in his arms. "He commutes to Atlanta Georgia every week. That will be ending soon." There was warmness between her thighs that hadn't been there in a very long time. "It ends when we get our divorce." "Oh, I'm so sorry" Joe spoke quietly. "No reason for sorry" She smiled brightly, "He fooled around, I caught him, half of everything he earned is now mine and I deserve it." She paused and looked at the oriental runner on the floor in front of her. "We hadn't been in love for a very long time, if we ever really were in love." .Joe thought she sounded rather ruthless. Cynthia handed another board up to Joe as he teetered on the ladder. She took her hair out of the bun and let her brown hair flow down across her shoulders in gentle curls. The early afternoon sunshine teased her hair color to an auburn flavor that captured Joe almost as much as her blue eyes. Her deep blue sweater clung to her ample bosom, meeting her neatly pressed blue jeans at her slim hips. "That is sad" he spoke between strikes of his hammer. "Yes, a pity. My kids are young and they have rich parents who spend no time with them. The baby sitter spends more time and has more effect on my kids than I do." Sadness crept into her voice. Joe looked down and was surprised by her frankness. She must definitely be from Boston - he thought. He climbed down from the ladder and stood next to her. Their faces were close as he leaned in to pick up another board. He kissed her. It was a brush on the cheek with his lips, but it was a kiss nonetheless. She looked into his eyes and he looked right back to her soul and then she slapped him. "Kiss me again and I'll break your face" she spoke with startling agitation. He reached out to apologize but she thought he was reaching for her breast. Joe didn't know what happened but in a moment, this petite woman had his face on the oriental runner with his hand behind his back and his fingers in serious pain. He felt the pain and heard the scream but couldn't believe that it had come from his mouth! Cynthia let him up. "Don't ever touch" she said calmly and coolly. Joe rubbed his pained hand and apologized. He needed the job and in reality, had no idea why he had kissed her. He went back to work and Cynthia left. Joe was surprised to find that he had a woody the size of the Empire State Building. ***** Cynthia arrived home to find the kids and Sara, the baby sitter, playing in the basement. The kids rushed to see her and she hugged and kissed them. The night whizzed by and Cynthia changed into a dark green silk teddy. It had been a long time since she had worn this cute little outfit. She liked how the fabric held her breasts. She remembered how her breasts and hips were smaller before kids and looked in the mirror as she headed for bed. She wondered why all those aerobic classes hadn't trimmed her breasts. The aerobics and especially the kickboxing had really trimmed her waist, which just accentuated her big breasts. She held them, lifted them, pressed them together and thought that it would be a long time before she'd let anybody play with her heart or these big titties again. She sat on the edge of her bed and squeezed her nipples through the silk fabric …. Mmmm … that felt nice. That feeling hadn't happened in over a year. She ran her slender fingers through the valley of her breasts and opened the front of her teddy. The cloth buttons easily passed through the holes as her right hand found its way down to her mound. Her soft hair tickled in her fingers and it felt so nice. "You can't be doing this … " a voice in her head called out "… masturbation is wrong, so wrong". Her left hand squeezed her left breast and the nipple hardened immediately. "No!" said the voice, "You're an upstanding woman of Oak Valley! You haven't masturbated since college!" Her hand squeezed it and then toyed with the nipple as her other hand twirled the pubic hair around and around. The voice came back "You are a member and leader of the Oak Valley Women's Society!" A slight grin came across her full lips as her fingers moved to spread her pussy lips and find the heat. Cynthia leaned her head forward and licked her nipple and sucked it into her mouth. As her fingers entered her pussy, her head shot back into her pillow. "mmmmmmmmm this feellllllls soooooooooo nice! Why have I waited soooooo long to do this, again?" she asked herself. Cynthia fingers spread her pussy lips and she reached out with her other hand to pleasure her clit. That little voice was gone now and lust had taken over. Cynthia's fingers plunged into her hole and came back soaked. She spread her juices all over her pussy soaking her clit. She rubbed it back and forth and felt a tingle start in her toes. She frigged it fast like a young horse mating for the first time. Back and forth her fingers flew and the tingle rose up through her legs. Faster and faster, up and down, her fingers flew and her clit hardened in response. "Come on" she said out loud. "I need it and I need it now" she cried out, but she wasn't cumming. She felt the familiar feeling as it rose up her legs, but it abated before she had a chance to cum. "nooooooooooooo" she said with a ever quieter voice. A tear formed in her eye and traveled down her cheek. "Why can't I cum?". She thought of her husband. She wondered if this was why he found comfort in another woman's arms? Was it her fault? Was she just a cold hearted bitch? The voice came back to her … "Of course not, you are one of the elite! You are a rare catch. You were born into this valley, born into the money here and you deserve better than that worthless husband! After all, you are a member of the Oak Valley Woman's Society just like your mother before you! You are a beautiful woman and have a beautiful house and beautiful children! Who could need or want more?" Cynthia looked around. She flipped her dark hair off her shoulders. She spied a hairbrush on the bureau. "No damn it" she said aloud. "What I need is a good fuck!". She had the hairbrush in her hand and was back on the bed in less than a second. With the brush in her hand and the handle pointed at her pussy, the voice came back again, but she silenced it with a steady and forceful thrust of the handle into her soaked pussy. Mmmmm she moaned. "Much better" she thought and began working it in and out. After several thrusts, it made a sloshing sound and she began to feel the tingle in her toes again. Cynthia's juices trickled out of her pussy and down to her puckered asshole. Cynthia needed an image. Someone to fuck her in her fantasy. She saw Joe. His strong arms holding her tight to him. His chest tight against hers. She began working her clit while still plunging the hairbrush. The tingle moved up her legs. She imagined him laying her down on the pews in the Meeting House. She plunged the hairbrush harder and faster, her breathing coming in gulps, and her breasts heaving and wobbling. Cynthia imagined Joe standing in front of her and ripping off his shirt and exposing his hair filled chest. Next, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down, she saw his cock slip out of his shorts. She closed her eyes to make the fantasy more real … she could feel her cum rising up to her. She could see Joe in her mind as he lowered his shorts revealing his hard cock. It seemed familiar. It was very familiar and she raised her eyes, but saw no chest hair. She didn't see Joe, either. It was her husband and her climax faded away again. Frustrated, she threw the hairbrush at the bureau. It missed and hit the mirror above the bureau shattering the mirror into several pieces. She climbed under the covers and turned out her light. She noticed that the door was cracked open but she thought that she had closed it. How could she be so careless? *** **** The next morning, Cynthia found herself working closely with Joe at the Oak Valley Meeting House. It was a warm day for January and Joe wore a cut off T-shirt. She really wished he hadn't worn such a revealing shirt. It was just plain inappropriate for a man to be dressed so brazenly sexy like that. He had brought several heavy duty tools from home and worked intently on the lecturn. Cynthia was pretty happy with his progress and had put "the kiss", really an innocent peck on the check, behind her, buried deep in the recesses of her mind. She brushed the hair back from her face as she got him the glue and the nails he requested from across the room. Joe watched her walk. It wasn't a walk, it was a swish, left and right. Her legs flowed flawlessly up to her tight ass. "Too bad her ass is hidden behind all those preppy clothes" Joe thought. Cynthia turned and saw him looking and tried to ignore his glance. She got the next tool he needed and returned. Joe kept his head down in his work as she walked back. Cynthia carefully examined and memorized Joe's stomach. The muscles bulged and there was a light trail of dark hair leading down to the top of his blue jeans. She felt her pussy quiver. "Stop it! This is ridiculous! I'm thinking like a total slut!" she thought. Joe looked up and their eyes met. Cynthia smiled and then stepped away to sweep up some sawdust. Joe yelled "Ah SHIT!". Cynthia turned to see blood squirting out of the hip of his blue jeans. He had lost his concentration looking at Cynthia and misfired his brad stapler gun and shot it into his hip. His blue jeans were ripped on the side and the blood was making a little pool beside him as he writhed in pain. Cynthia was there in a moment and was trying to examine the wound but Joe pushed her away. "Damn it, Joe, let me see where it is cut!" she yelled at him. This finally got his attention and he lay on his back. She looked at his ripped jeans and couldn't see anything. "We need to get you to a hospital" she said softly. Her lips pursed in concern. "No, I can't, I have no health insurance" Joe spoke numbly. This was unfathomable to Cynthia. She wasn't sure what to do. She had taken basic first aid in college and followed that up with different basic health courses, but she wasn't a doctor! "Take off your pants!" It just blurted out and she couldn't help it. "What?" Joe stuttered. "Umm, you heard me, how do you expect me to check your wound if your jeans are in the way?" Joe unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. Cynthia found herself holding her breath as he arched his back and lowered his jeans down to his knees. He wore boxers underneath and they were also in the way of his hip. "Take off the boxers, too" "Oh come on!" Joe grunted. The pain was subsiding and though the thought of being naked in front of this beautiful woman pleased him, this wasn't sensual, this was embarrassing! He slowly lowered his boxers. Cynthia expertly examined his wound. It was a nasty gash approximately 3 to 4 inches long and perhaps an inch deep. The brad was no where to be seen as it had sliced him without full penetration. The blood continued to slowly pour out. Cynthia ripped Joe's shirt and pressed it against the gash in his leg. She needed something elastic to hold Joe's shirt against the gash and stop the bleeding but what? Joe felt faint and lay back on the floor only able to glance at the beautiful woman tending to his wound. She was looking around while pressing his shirt against his leg. His eyes felt dim and he watched in amazement as she lifted up her shirt and stripped off her bra. He wondered if he was dreaming as he saw her heavy breasts slide out from her white bra and hang there for a long instant. Her areolas were 3 inches across and dark brown. In the center … he felt his mind fade a bit … in the center were thick, long brown nipples … and then his eyes closed as he thought how nice it would be to suck those nipples … and he faded away and passed out. Joe in Oak Valley Ch. 1 Cynthia finished taking off her bra and pulled her shirt back down. Her dark nipples showed clearly through her needle point cotton shirt but she didn't care. Carefully, she wrapped her bra around his bandaged leg several times until it held his shirt tight against the wound. The bleeding slowed and soon stopped, but she knew that he needed medical attention. She saw that he was unconscious but knew that he would be ok with the right attention. Her gaze left his face and traveled down his chest to his crotch. His cock lay flaccid across his leg. It was 6 inches as it lay there and Cynthia wondered how big it would be erect. She picked up her cell phone and dialed her home number. Sara answered the phone. … "Take the kids to the Murphy's and meet me at the Oak Valley Women's club … quickly!" she urged. Sara and Cynthia carried the semi-conscious Joe to the mini-van and drove him to Cynthia's house. They lay him on the bed in the guest bedroom. Cynthia tried to keep his cock covered but as they lowered him down on the bed, the towel fell off his crotch and revealed his entire manhood. Sara gasped when she saw it and then she giggled. Cynthia gave her a dirty look which caused Sara to become quiet quickly. Sara then took notice of her employer. Cynthia's large brown areolas shown through the thin cotton fabric of her blouse. Sara enjoyed the view and subconsciously licked her lips and felt a trickle of fluid roll down between her thighs. Soon, Dr. Wilson came by. He was an elderly neighbor of Cynthia's and had not problem stopping by to help her by examining a friend of hers. He asked for some privacy and got it from the two women. He found a nice tourniquet made of a woman's bra. He couldn't help examining the size of his neighbor's bra while removing it from the poor man's leg. It was obviously Cynthia's bra since she was the one who had been standing in the room braless! The poor fellow hadn't lost all that much blood, but he had clearly fainted, perhaps from the sight of the blood. Dr. Wilson chuckled when he wonder if the man had fainted because she took her bra off. "Yes" he thought, "Cynthia was a very nice looking young woman." Dr. Wilson held the bra at arms length to read the size … 34 and two d's … He smiled, yes, Cynthia was a remarkable young woman. He finished his exam of the young man, wrapped his wound and gave him some sleeping pills to help him rest. Dr. Wilson spoke slowly and calmly to the two women and left with a woody in his pants that he'd share later with his elderly wife. Cynthia was tired and slipped quietly to her bedroom. Her shirt and pants had Joe's blood on them and she removed them both. She reclined on her bed in just her panties in stunned silence. There was a knock at her bedroom door and then Sara walked in. Cynthia was indignant "What are you doing in here?? How dare you come in here like this?" Cynthia reached for a blanket to cover herself. "Don't bother, I've seen you naked and it was quite nice." Replied Sara. Cynthia didn't know what to do. She stared at her baby sitter and wondered what could have happened to her. "What do you mean by that?" Sara picked up the hairbrush. "Did this feel good as it slid in and out? Did you like the hardness and the thick way it split your pussy lips?" Cynthia was exasperated. "What are you talking about? Where did you ever get such a crazy idea! Maybe we should call your counselor and discuss your lunacy!" Sara smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. "I don't think that is a good idea. You see, I tried out this little brush and really enjoyed the way it felt. Mmmmm, it was so nice. First I licked the handle and tasted your sweet juices … " she eased her jeans down over her hips and stepped out of them, revealing tanned slender thighs. "When the taste of YOU was worn off, I put the taste of me all over this handle. I videotaped the whole thing … you fucking the hairbrush and then me fucking it … it was fun watching it the other night." Cynthia was so shocked that she sat in silence for several moments. Sara's hips and flat tummy had a warming effect on Cynthia that she could not deny. The warmth was caused by the lewd description of what Sara had done … a repeat of what Cynthia had done. Sara unfastened her bra and pulled it off being careful not to expose too much of her breasts to Cynthia. "The kids were asleep and I lay right there on your bed in the same spot you did. I stroked the hairbrush all along my pussy lips … up and down, just like you did." "Oh, this is just so absurd! I don't know what you are talking about. End your gibberish and get out now! You just don't know who you are talking to!! I'll send you back to those trailer park trash homes. You're in Oak Valley now, you need to act like it. Now, get out" Sara smiled a coy smile and cupped her breasts with her long, slender fingers. She squeezed them together and looked into Cynthia's eyes while pinching her dark long nipples between her fingers. "Mmmm yes, you are the Oak Valley woman. Look, I really don't want any trouble." Sara cooed as she sat on the bed near Cynthia while continuing to massage her full breasts. She continued "I really don't. I just saw you fucking that hairbrush the other night and realized that you get just as hot and horny as I do." Cynthia tried to avoid staring at Sara's pert tits, long, brown nipples. They looked so interesting and suckable – "was that a word?" she thought to herself and she caught herself staring anyway. "I didn't" Cynthia said absently. Sara continued her self-massage and edged closer to Cynthia. She pulled her long nipples causing them to harden, thicken and lengthen even more. Sara whispered "Don't you think my nipples are the longest things? They feel so nice when they are sucked" she paused pulling on them again. "Would you like to suck them?" Cynthia stared at them in a daze. The long, thick, brown nipples attracted her. She licked her lips unconsciously. Heat and dampness invaded the space between her legs. Her heart racing and her breathing quickened. No, no, no … she thought to herself … you're the Oak Valley Women's Society treasurer. "Sara" she said quietly. "We can't do this, it just isn't right." Sara leaned forward, letting go of her nipples. She smiled and stroked Cynthia's shoulder and rubbed her neck turning Cynthia over. Cynthia let her but protested mildly. Sara gently rubbed Cynthia's back. Cynthia moaned. Sara giggled lightly and leaned forward and as she rubbed Cynthia's neck her nipples dragged back and forth along Cynthia's back. Cynthia's panties were instantly soaked and she groaned as the long nipples scraped across her back. Sara kept rubbing and eventually pulled Cynthia's panties off. Cynthia rolled over and covered her breasts with her hands. Sara leaned over and kissed Cynthia's hands, her neck, her ear, her cheek and then her lips touched down on Cynthia's soft full lips. Cynthia felt Sara's moist lips on hers. She parted her lips and their tongues met and danced lightly. It felt so nice, warm and wet. Cynthia's breathing almost reached the point hyperventilation and Sara broke the embrace. "Come on, here you go … you know you want to." Sara pushed her nipple up to Cynthia's face and she opened her mouth to suck the long brown nipple in. It felt good as the nipple expanded along her tongue. She closed her eyes because she didn't want to believe that she was doing this, but if felt so nice as she suckled. Sara gently parted Cynthia's hands and massaged her tits until Cynthia's nipples hardened. Sara felt a surge of pleasure scream from her own nipples as Cynthia's sucking became urgent. "That's ok, honey, we have time … suck easy and let's enjoy each other" Sara smiled as she felt the tingle reach down to her own pussy. Cynthia nodded eagerly but kept sucking. Sara stroked down Cynthia's flat, muscled stomach and she felt Cynthia gasp as her fingertips flowed into the patch of neatly trimmed dark pubic hair. Cynthia parted her thighs for Sara's fingers. They found their way to soaked and swollen pussy lips. She moved them apart and began stroking up and down. She found Cynthia's clit and smiled as she stroked it. Left and then right, up and then down. It hardened in her fingertips. It was thick and long and Sara felt Cynthia lift her hips up to meet Sara's stroking. Sara pulled on Cynthia's clit. "Ohhhhh please do that again" exclaimed Cynthia. Sara did it and Cynthia gasped. Sara got up and lay between Cynthia's long and soft legs. "What are you doing?" asked Cynthia. "Have I done anything to hurt you, yet? Trust me sweetie, this will feel wonderful." Sara didn't let Cynthia respond as she leaned her face down to Cynthia's wet pussy. Sara's tongue flicked out and her warm, wet, saliva met Cynthia's pussy juice. It tasted sweet and she dug it lapping it all up. Cynthia lifted her lips and closed her eyes as groans escaped her mouth. She felt shivers working their way up her spine as Sara quickened her licking. Faster and faster her tongue lashed out at Cynthia's thick clit. Sara plunged two fingers deep into Cynthia's hot tunnel. Cynthia gasped as her first climax crashed over her. Her hips bucked up and down and Sara clung on continuing her furious licking and finger-fucking. "Ohhhhh God in heaven" Cynthia screamed as another crushing climax struck her entire body. Her tits shook and her thighs vibrated. Exhausted, Cynthia collapsed. Sara smiled and licked Cynthia's cum from her fingers and lips. Cynthia smiled at her. "What can I do for you?" she asked weakly. Sara smiled back. "Just watch me and enjoy the show." Sara leaned back against the headboard and stroked her tits and pulled on her nipples while watching Cynthia … watch her. Sara closed her eyes to slits and her hands flowed down her stomach to her own sopping pussy. Her right hand clamped down her clit stroking and rubbing it quickly. Her breathing quickened and her nipples hardened. She clamped her eyes shut tight and increased her tempo. She could feel her climax welling up inside her. Sara felt a movement on the bed and was only momentarily distracted to see Cynthia coming towards her. With the hairbrush in her hand, Cynthia gently inserted the handle into Sara's pussy. It gushed as she pushed it in and Sara's eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. Cynthia began plunging the hairbrush in and out of the steaming pussy in front of her. "YES! Do it … fuck me with that … oh … yes, it feels soooo good … fuck me with it, YES! Oh, here it COMES!!" Sara's mouth went wide and she clenched her eyes shut as she grabbed Cynthia's hand and helped her plunge the hairbrush into her pussy. Sara's toes tingled and all the muscles in her body tightened as she clenched her teeth. She drew in a deep breath as the hairbrush handle plunged again and again to it's greatest depth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck!" she cried out as her orgasm took over her body and she lost control, her arms and legs thrashed across the bed. ************ Cynthia awoke alone in her own bed. She sat up and looked about her. The door was open a crack, but everything seemed the same as every other morning in her Oak Valley colonial house. She wondered if last night had just been one long erotic dream or had it really happened? Cynthia pulled back her covers and noticed the cum stained damp spot on the bed and then she realized that she didn't have any panties on … it wasn't a dream! She quickly looked around and noted that Sara was gone. Cynthia took her time in the shower, washing her long hair twice. She carefully washed her ample breasts and stroked her nipples with her soap filled scrungee. It felt nice and her pussy swelled while her clit twitched in remembrance of the nice before. "What am I doing?!" she thought. "Oak Valley girls just don't do this!". She quickly stepped out of the shower and roughly towel dried her hair and body. "I should fire that girl for what she did last night. She took advantage of me!" she thought. She opened the bathroom door and Sara stood there. "Hi" Sara said quietly. "The children are home and playing downstairs. That guy, Joe, is awake and I gave him a bowl a cereal" "I think you should go" Cynthia said as she walked by to her dresser, her towel tightly wrapped around her heavy bosom. "That's fine. I'll go take care of them while you get dressed but if you remember, today is my normal day off. I was thinking of going into Washington for the day with some friends." Sara smiled and walked out. Cynthia watched her go. She watched the sway of Sara's ass, such a nice ass within those tight jeans. She realized that she had tried to fire Sara, but that Sara didn't understand and was actually acting like nothing had happened between them. Good. Cynthia thought it over while she brushed her long hair and put it up in a bun on top of her head. She finally decided that Sara was mature and wise enough to put the previous night behind her forever. Hopefully, she'll never mention it and we can go back to normal. Cynthia sprayed her neck and wrists with some perfume that cost more than she paid Sara in a month. She dressed in a tight peach skirt, white cotton button down shirt and no hose. Looking in the mirror, she realized that her panties left lines in her skirt … she took the panties off and checked again – nice! Joe sat in the kitchen dressed only in a man's blue terry cloth robe. He finished his cereal that the nice young girl had given him. She was very cute in her tight jeans and her snug top. Her nipples had poked out right through her bra and her cotton top when she got the milk from the refrigerator and got the expected result from Joe's poorly used member – swelling! The kids sat next to Joe. They were good kids. He had told the live-in baby sitter, what did Cynthia call her? an au pair, yes, he had told her that he would watch the kids so that she could catch up with her friends. She left and Joe enjoyed watching her trotting down the long lawn of green grass. Her nice ass bounding in her tight jeans. Joe heard heals on the wood of the top of the stairs and turned to look. The tanned, slender but muscular legs appeared first and Joe thought his heart had stopped. The legs seemed to go on forever as the skirt was clearly several inches above the thigh and the thighs hadn't descended the stairs yet! The peach skirt was very appealing and Joe noted how it clung to her muscled thighs. He felt a growth along his leg under the terry cloth robe. The rest of Cynthia's body slowly appeared down the stairs and Joe was able to gawk without Cynthia noticing. Joe's jaw dropped when he caught her chest coming into view. This woman was impossible! Her chest was hidden behind a puffy cotton blouse and full bra, but he knew what was there. Her breasts were incredibly full and disproportionate to her slender hips. He could see the tone in her arm muscles through the thin white cotton fabric and his cock twitched and grew again. He realized that he couldn't stand up because his cock would stand out from the robe. Thankfully, the children ran to their mother and he was distracted enough that his cock deflated. Cynthia approached the table and shook his hand. Her hand was small and warm in his and her smile was warm and genuine as well. They talked together with the normal interruptions of the children and Joe came to wonder if this woman were some female version of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde! One day she is uptight and slapping him around and the next, she is sweet and almost innocent. She asked candidly about his injury and he remarked that it wasn't nearly as bad as they had thought and maybe he had just fainted at the sight of blood. Cynthia laughed and wondered how she hadn't fainted at the sight of his large penis! She felt her face flush and wondered if he had noticed. Her nipples became erect and she tried to lean forward so they didn't poke out against her blouse. They heard a horn honk in the driveway and Cynthia bundled the kids into their jackets. They had a field trip to a local farm where they could pet the llamas and chase the goats. Within minutes, the two children were off with Mrs. Murphy buckled securely into their seatbelts. Cynthia came back into the house and checked her watch. Damn! She was going to be late to another meeting at the lawyer's office! She ran upstairs and grabbed her peach sport coat. "Eat whatever you want, watch TV, relax, check out some movies and I'll be back in a few hours" she yelled as she ran out the door to the four car garage. There were 3 cars in the garages and she picked the Mercedes two-seater because, for some reason, she felt sexy. Joe tried to stop her but she was gone much too quickly. He walked around the first floor of the large house and found the den where there was a large screen TV. He found the remote control, settled into the leather-overstuffed chair and clicked around the channels twice before he realized that there was nothing that he wanted to watch. He grunted and got up again and examined the movies on the shelves … children's tapes … all of them. He wandered out again, limping from his wound, and found himself staring into Sara's room. Her room was clean and neat. On the right was a small bookshelf with videotapes. There were several teen movies and a few action flicks with Bruce Willis. He had seen the action flicks and didn't care about the teen movies, but then there was a blank tape behind one of the teen flicks. It had a handwritten note on the side … "Diary of a mad baby sitter" was all it said. Joe laughed and decided to give it a shot. He pushed the tape in and then settled into the leather chair again. He saw Sara waving to the camera outside on the front lawn. "Here I am" she said. "I'm here amongst all the money and I'm making a pretty good living doing what I'd be doing for free back home!" Joe noted her much more country accent and waif like features. It was like a video diary taken by Sara and he fast-forwarded through much of it as he watched Sara smile and show the children. Joe watched the video scan by and his finger suddenly clicked the pause button. There, in front of him, paused on a 56 inch TV screen was Cynthia laying on the edge of her bed obviously unaware of the camera watching her. She held one tit with her hand and her other hand stroking her mound. Joe pressed the play button and watched in awe as Cynthia worked herself into a frenzie. Joe's cock grew and grew harder as he watched her storm off-screen to get something and come back with a hairbrush. Joe's cock parted the robe and the cool air felt good, but Joe didn't notice it as he was fixated on the slim waist and large tits of the beautiful woman in front of him. He watched, mesmerized, as she plunged the hairbrush in and out of her pussy. A large drop of pre-cum formed at the top of his long, thick cock standing defiantly out of his robe. He watched Cynthia playing with herself and he felt the cum rising up in his balls. He wanted to stroke his cock but didn't want to cum, not just yet. It has been too long since he last cum and he was going to make this last. Joe paused the tape and walked to the kitchen to get a paper towel to cum into. He had to be careful that he didn't hit his cock into the doorway or the kitchen counter. He rapidly made his way back into the darkened den and sat on the leather-overstuffed chair and quickly pressed play. The action resumed and he watched Cynthia slowly insert the hairbrush. He moaned and then froze as he heard something that sounded like a woman's shoes on a wooden floor. Sara sat on the overstuffed leather couch. She smiled when he finally noticed her. The bright sunlight had blinded him and he hadn't seen her when he came back in. He tried to cover up his cock, but it was too big to fit under the terry cloth robe! Joe in Oak Valley Ch. 1 "Are you enjoying this? Oh wait … I can see that you ARE!" Sara giggled as she moved to kneel between Joe's legs. He flinched as he wasn't sure what to do. "Please" she said quietly as she stroked his calf muscles "just watch the TV while I take care of you." Sara felt her breath quickening and her chest beginning to heave. Her nipples bulged from her chest. Joe wasn't sure what to do, but the feel and touch of a women's hand on his legs almost caused him to shoot cum up to the ceiling. He kept watching while Sara slowly stroked his calves and then his knees. He wasn't sure what to do. In front of him was a beautiful young woman dying to stroke his cock and on the TV was a stunning older woman with huge tits, tight ass, fucking herself with a hairbrush. She smiled "You just go right ahead and watch our slutty Mrs. Oak Valley and don't pay any attention to me. I'm just here to make sure that you are well taken care of. " She stroked his thighs and watched his cock jump. Joe relaxed a bit and watched as Cynthia stroked the hairbrush into her pussy more. Sara's hand slowly wrapped around Joe's cock with her fingertips, unable to make the full circuit around its girth. She stroked up and down with a gentle rhythm, never taking her eyes off the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Sara was not a virgin. She had had her cherry plucked long ago when she was 14 by her cousin. He had been rough, but she enjoyed most of it anyway. Since then, she had allowed a number of cocks, more than 10 but less than 20, to penetrate her love canal. None of those had ever been as large or attractive as Joe's cock. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft under her first hand and stroked both of them up and down pulling the skin just enough. Joe felt the explosion welling up inside him. It had been a long time since he had sex and never with this much stimulation. Sara's lips opened wide and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He watched her do it and it felt warm and wet and sexy. His balls tightened and he looked up to the screen to see Cynthia pounding her pussy with her hairbrush. Her tits bouncing between her well-toned arms. Joe grunted, his yes shut. Sara knew exactly what was coming at her but she had not idea of the volume. The first squirt hit the roof of her mouth and she swallowed quickly. The second squirt delivered hot spunk down her throat. Sara sucked hard and tried to swallow but the volume of cum dribbled out her mouth and down Joe's cock. Sara lapped it up as quickly as she could. She loved the taste and always had. Joe's cock went soft while it was still in Sara's mouth. She kept sucking. He had climaxed so hard, he missed Cynthia's frustration of not climaxing. "I think I'm done" he said breathlessly. Sara popped the limp cock from her mouth. "No, not yet." She smiled "Keep watching, I think you'll like what you see next" She slipped his cock back in her mouth and sucked all the cum of it while it still fit in her mouth. Joe watched Sara's ass enter the bedroom. It was at a different angle. He could see that Cynthia and Sara were arguing. Joe stared at naked Cynthia on the TV and Joe's cock stirred again. Joe looked away from the TV and saw that Sara's jeans were on the floor and one of her hands was busily working on her pussy. Joe watched Sara strip on the TV and his cock went rigid. Sara's backside was a sight to behold. It was tan and slim. Joe smiled as his cock became fully erect and Sara could no longer fit it in her mouth. The strip tease continued on TV while Sara climbed into Joe's lap. First she sat her small body on Joe's good thigh and then she lifted her leg over his cock so that she sat with her back to him and his cock between her legs pointed right at her soaked pussy. Joe continued his view of the TV over her shoulder but reached around and cupped her tits in his big hands. She slowly lowered herself over the head of his cock. She reached down and rubbed her pussy juices all over his cock head. She moved slowly, afraid of the pain she might feel of taking something this big inside her. She felt the head part her lubed lips and as it slid in, she felt lightheaded and dizzy. Joe lifted lightly and continued to slide his cock in her tight pussy. Deeper and deeper he went and she gasped at each thrust. His hands played with her nipples and before his most of his cock was buried into her pussy, Sara cried out with her first climax. "Stop … oh god .. stop" she panted. "I can't do this, it's too big for me, I can't fit anymore." Joe smiled and hugged her gently. "I know, I know. It's ok. I'll stop" He began to lift her off. Sara climbed off and turned around to face Joe. She straddled his legs and kissed him on the lips. "I'm sorry. I guess you are just too big!" She felt terrible. Joe kissed her lips. "Try it from the front and take your time and don't take more than you want to, really!" Sara kissed Joe back. Her tongue twirled with his as she eased her swollen pussy lips onto his thick cock head. She grunted deeply as she absorbed the head. "That's it … that's just fine! You're doing great" exclaimed Joe. Sara felt waves of pleasure and pain sweep across her body. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and rolled down her cheeks. She rocked on the big cock and only took what she was comfortable with. As soon as she got used to having 6 inches in her, she took 6 and ½ with a moan and a groan. She worked that cock back and forth and kept her legs as spread as much as possible. She took another inch and began working it in and out as her pussy continued to lube her lips and expand to meet this engorged cock. She became wetter and wetter and soon had 9 inches of hard, thick cock stuffed inside her hot pussy. A smile crept across Sara's face. Her toes curled. A wave of 8 climaxes attacked Sara one after the other. She totally lost control. She cried out in high-pitched soft squeals. Her arms flailed and her back arched and she bucked up and down on Joe's cock. The orgasms continued in rapid succession, as Sara became a rag doll in Joe's lap. Joe kept up the pounding by lifting her and slamming her down on his cock repeatedly. Sara cried out again and again as each wave slammed through her body. Joe lifted the exhausted Sara from his lap and lay her on the floor. She looked up at him in total bewilderment and awe. He kneeled between her thighs. Her eyes wide as she saw his cock lay on her belly reaching almost halfway to her tits. Sara wasn't sure that she could take another orgasm like the last set but she began stroking his cock against her belly even though she was exhausted. ************ Cynthia walked up the driveway to her house. She fumbled with the key to the front door and found that the door was unlocked anyway. Stepping in, she felt her face flush in anticipation of seeing Joe again. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it and tried to relax. There was just too much pressure being an Oak Valley woman. She rested her purse on the stand by the door and grabbed a bottle of red wine off the wine rack. She looked at the year and the origin, but really didn't pay any attention to what it said. She quickly and expertly removed the wrapping from the cork and opened the bottle. She leaned on the counter as she filled a large wine glass to the brim. "Damn" she thought "I'm using a white wine glass and not a red wine glass. How careless of me!" She drank the wine anyway and barely tasted it. Cynthia refilled the glass again and swallowed down ½ of it with two gulps. Slightly light headed, she finished off the rest of the glass, got a refill and re-corked what little was left in the bottle. She heard muffled noises coming from the den and quietly walked through the hallways to ever growing noise. With her wine glass dangling in her slender fingers, she leaned against the doorjamb appreciating the scene before her. Joe was on his knees between Sara's thighs rubbing a massive cock along her wet slit. His muscles tensed as he balanced himself on his knees and toes. Cynthia felt her face flush red and her nipples harden instantly. She watched at Joe looked up at the TV, Cynthia looked up then too and saw herself on the big screen. She almost dropped her wineglass. Instead, she gulped the rest down and tapped her toe to gain the lovers' attention. They stopped and looked up at her. Their faces held a mixture of shock and fear. "What's going on here?" asked Cynthia folding her arms across her big tits hiding her hardened nipples. Joe smiled weakly. He wasn't sure what to say. Here he was, in her house, he had just fucked this woman's baby sitter and she was also his boss. He needed this job! What could he say? She taped her toe awaiting an answer. The TV continued to fill the room with moans and groans from Sara and Cynthia's exploits. She tried to avoid looking at the massive cock before her. Sara spoke first "We were … ummm" "Shut UP!" snapped Cynthia. "I can SEE what you were doing!" She looked around and her eyes caught the TV and she knew that it was she and Sara enjoying each other the previous night. Joe examined the sexy legs. They were long, thin and tan. They were such a turn on and his cock stayed rigid poised before Sara's soaked pussy. His eyes followed Cynthia's legs up and he could swear that he saw a trickle of pussy juice rolling down the inside of Cynthia's thighs. "I think" and Cynthia paused for a moment. "you both should be punished. I'll try to be fair to each of you. If you want to maintain your jobs, you will do as I say. Got it?" They both looked at each other – scared of what was coming. They nodded. "No questions asked. Ask a question and you're out of a job. Got it?" Cynthia eyed the younger woman's smaller breasts and thick nipples. They looked tasty. "Sara, stroke his ummm cock and rub it on your ummm pussy like you were doing before." She had trouble saying it, but once it was out, it felt good to say. "That's it, keep stroking it. Let's get his cock big and thick again." Joe had no trouble getting big and thick. He only hoped that this gorgeous kick-boxing instructor would join in! "Mmmm, that's good Sara, keep stroking. It really looks good, doesn't it?" Cynthia kneeled and leaned in for a better look. By kneeling next to Sara, she exposed her upper thighs to Sara's inquisitive eyes. Sara had no trouble seeing that Cynthia wore no panties. The dark black hairs stood out even against Cynthia's tanned skin. "Now, my little Sara … you should never have videotaped our fun time, should you?" Cynthia smiled and placed her hand on Sara's breast stroking and pulling on her nipple. Sara kept stroking Joe's cock along her pussy lips. She slowly shook her head side to side in mute answer to Cynthia's rhetorical question. "For that" Cynthia paused and straddled Sara's head and shoulders and sat back on her tits and then she continued "You need to lick my pussy … right now … " Sara lifted her head and began to lick and Cynthia put a pillow under her head to help her. There was plenty of pussy juice and the licking doubled the flow. Sara licked it gladly lapping at Cynthia's hardened clit. Cynthia bucked on Sara's tits and kept her thighs spread wide apart. "And" she continued leaning back so that Joe could hear her. "I think you need to fuck her now … oh that's good Sara, keep licking … fuck her good Joe … fill her hole deep." Joe did as he was told and Sara screamed out in agonizing pleasure as his thick prick spread her pussy lips and he slid 7 inches in with the first thrust. Sara continued licking Cynthia and the thickness between her legs only intensified her activity, pulling on Cynthia's clit harder and harder. Cynthia rocked back and forth encouraging Sara's sucking. She unbuttoned her blouse and quickly pulled off her bra letting loose her swollen tits. As she rode Sara's mouth, she grabbed her own tits pulling them apart and pushing them together squeezing and pulling on her nipples extending them and tweaking them. Joe kept up his rhythm and getting deeper and deeper into Sara's stretched canal. Suddenly, Cynthia's climax swept through her body sending chills along her spine and cramping her toes. For the first time in her life, Cynthia squirted. The squirt was 3 jet streams. The first missed Sara's mouth and struck her in her throat. Sara opened and caught the second to streams with joy. Cynthia screamed in shock. Cynthia fell off to the side looking at Sara and what she had squirted. Sara smiled "It tastes good" she said with a giggle. Cynthia smiled too. "On all fours … now!" Joe pulled out and Cynthia reached down to heft his cock. She was amazed at its girth and length. She stroked it and Joe groaned. He reached out and began to play with Cynthia's tits. Cynthia smiled at Joe "Don't worry, your turn is coming" Cynthia knelt on her hands and knees and knew what was coming. She felt Cynthia guide Joe's dickhead to her red and swollen pussy lips. She grunted while Cynthia encouraged Joe to push deeper and Sara pushed back to meet his thrusts. "That's it, Joe, push it in and give my sweet slut something to think about. Let's fuck her raw." Cynthia smiled as Sara groaned loving every word. Cynthia continued to guide Joe's cock deeper, harder and faster. Finally, she took her hand off his cock and licked her petite index finger. She slapped Sara's ass as Joe slid in. She slapped it again when he slid in again. Sara's cheek turned pink. Cynthia smiled as she watched Joe's penetration. She reached her hand and played along Sara's asshole and Sara squirmed. "Ohhhhhhh honey, you're going to love this." Cynthia probed Sara's asshole with her pinky. It easily slipped in and Sara squealed as no one had ever done that. Cynthia removed her pinky and slipped in her middle finger. Sara squealed louder and her whole body shook out of Sara's control. Sara collapsed on the floor still shaking. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks onto the Oriental rug. "Oh god" she barely whispered. "Oh, I've never felt like this." Cynthia leaned over her face and kissed her gently on the lips and their tongues entwined. "Thank you Cynthia, I can't believe how great I feel … what a cock and" she paused, "… the things you did to me … I don't know what to say". More tears flowed down her cheeks and Cynthia kissed her again. "Rest my sweet." Smiled Cynthia. She turned to Joe. "Now it is your turn to be punished. Lay on your back!" she commanded. Joe did as he was told. Cynthia stood above him with an exhausted Sara watching on. Joe reached up his hands and Cynthia used his strong arms to hold her hands as she lowered herself onto his soaked cock. Slowly she docked his massive cockhead into her pussy lips. It was bigger than she had imagined. It was difficult for her to stretch this wide. She felt dizzy as she accumulated more and more of his cock inside her. He smiled smugly below and it made her made so she pushed down harder with each of her thrusts. As eight long inches got inside her throbbing vagina, Cynthia began crying out with each downward thrust. She couldn't believe that he still wasn't all the way in! She worked at it arching her back to accommodate his length. He was hitting bottom so hard and she was feeling weak. It was as if she was possessed by a crazy woman, who just wanted a massive amount of pleasurable pain! How did she become this wanton slut for this big cock and this sweet girl? Cynthia grunted again as she took more in. She gritted her teeth trying to hold her climax to the last possible moment. She clenched her eyes as she felt herself losing control. She tried calming her breathing while still pummeling herself on this pole between her legs. And then she felt it. It was warm and wet on her left nipple. It was warm and wet on her right nipple. Now it was warm and wet on both nipples. She opened her eyes to see Joe sucking her left tit and Sara sucking the right one! She slammed down harder on Joe's cock and he grunted as he started to lose control. They kept sucking and Cynthia wondered how they knew that her pussy was directly connected to her nipples. The sucked harder and drew more of her tits into their mouths. The tingling that had begun in her toes crept up her calves and thighs resting lightly but increasingly on her hardened and swollen clit. The throbbing continued and began to take over her body. She hummed and her mouth hung wide open. Joe could see the end coming for Cynthia. He had to cum and he had to cum, now. He had been trying to think of anything EXCEPT the beautiful and big tit in his mouth and the gorgeous woman it belonged to. Cynthia slammed down on Joe's cock with all her weight and screamed. She shook and shuddered and her eyes fluttered. She fell over to the side and Joe's cock slipped out. She lay next to Sara with her eyes only slits and her tits shaking uncontrollably. Her legs remained open as it was too painful to close them. Wave of cum dripped out of her pussy. "Cum on our tits, Joe." Cynthia said in a hoarse whisper. "Do it now … please?" Joe stroked his cock over the two beautiful women. He knelt by Cynthia but knew that he would have no problem squirting clear across both sets of tits. He looked at them and appreciated their peaceful faces. His cock jerked in spasms as his full load landed in multiple big gobs on Cynthia's hefty tits and Sara's dark nipples. Finally, his cock lay to rest across Cynthia's stomach just under her cum soaked tits. Sara rose up on one elbow with a smile for her lovers. She leaned forward and began licking the cum from Cynthia's tits. Cynthia stroked her hair. "The word insatiable was invented for you, my dear". She leaned forward and kissed Sara full on the lips sharing Joe's cum. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought! Joe in Oak Valley Ch. 2 Author's note: It is very helpful to get your feedback and your votes. I appreciate all your comments and enjoy a correspondence with several readers who have taken the short time to send me a note about my stories. This story is the second in a series and it might be helpful (but not required) if you read the first story. Please read on and enjoy as that is the ultimate reason I wrote this! * * * * * A whole week had gone by and finally Cynthia's pussy had stopped reminding her how sore she had been. A whole week, she thought. Joe's monstrous cock had her pussy sore. Yes, there was some pain involved as she had mounted that cock, but mostly it hurt after. It was pure emotional joy until he pulled it out. The joy was followed by an empty feeling and by evening, each step she took caused her swollen pussy lips to remind her that it had been stretched. And now, as she lay fitfully in her bed, her pussy reminded her that it had been a whole week since she felt that overwhelming joy between her legs. Cynthia turned off her bedside lamp and put down the book that she'd hoped would distract her. It hadn't and now she was frustrated. She told herself that Oak Valley women did NOT get frustrated, at least not sexually. She remembered her mother and how proper she had been despite the death of Cynthia's father. Proper, which was what Cynthia had to be to maintain her status in Oak Valley. Soon, she'd be divorced and all the Oak Valley women would look at her with disgust. She knew what they would think. It would be one of two things. They would see her and smile gently and ask how she was faring without her husband. The bastard practically ran off with a High School student! So, they would ask and she would politely smile and say that things were great, the kids were great and everything was fine. They would smile again, look at her sensual body and think to themselves, stay away from my husband you divorced slut. Or, they would wonder how bad she must have been in bed to lose her husband. Was she bad in bed? Certainly, the sex she had a week ago was different than any sex she'd ever had before! She'd never even thought of group sex, but there she was licking a man's horse sized cock while her kids' nanny was sucking her nipples. It had felt so good when the head of that monster cock had parted her pussy lips. Yes, the sex was wonderful, but there were several moments there where there was something else. Cynthia couldn't pin down what that something else was. She tossed and turned for a while and glanced at the alarm clock … only 10:30 pm. The 2 glasses of scotch hadn't made her tired at all! She picked up her phone and dialed a number 5 times, hanging up before finally letting the call go through. It rang twice and a man's voice answered. It was Joe. "Hello?" Joe spoke into the cell phone. There was silence Cynthia had provided it to him so she could call if she needed to cancel work or if Joe couldn't make it to the Community Center. Only Cynthia knew the number. It had to be her. "Cynthia?" Joe said in his usual soft but deep voice. "Yes" she responded quietly. "It's me". Gone was the woman of the boardroom. Gone was the confident woman who took over her husband's failing company. Suddenly, she was unsure of what to do. "What can I do for you?" Joe asked. Cynthia thought about that one and smiled. She thought how there were many things he could do for her. Drive, right now, to her house and fuck her madly was just one! "I'm sorry, I must've dialed the wrong number" she lied. Joe sat upright on his couch. "I don't think so". "Yes, you are right, of course, but then, I probably shouldn't have called you." The bed covers felt warm on her legs and hips and she kicked them off. "Maybe I should go." "No!" he said a little too urgently. "I … ummm … I'm glad you called. Really." She smiled at the phone and the thought of Joe. He was a handyman type working on the Oak Valley Center. It used to be a Church and recently had fallen into disrepair. Cynthia had hired Joe to fix it up. While fixing it, Joe had gotten distracted by Cynthia's taut body and shot himself in the hip with a nail gun. He ended up at Cynthia's house recuperating. It was Joe's cock that spread her pussy so wide. It was Joe whose voice made her pussy quiver now. "Let's talk" he said, trying to keep her on the line. "About what?" Cynthia smiled and thought of his hairy chest and strong arms. Her nipples hardened and she absent-mindedly played with them through her cotton sleeper. "Oh, I don't know. How about the work I've been doing at the center? Do you like it?" "Oh yes, Joe, you've done remarkable work. The wood you've used seems to have great lines to it and I really like how you've matched the detail of the old wood." Cynthia squeezed her full breast with the palm of her hand and moaned slightly as she imagined it was Joe's hand. Joe got dressed quickly and took the phone with him out the door to his truck. There was silence for a moment and Joe covered the microphone on the cell phone while he started the truck. "Hello?" she said "Are you there?" "Oh yes, I'm here, I'm just putting on a … umm … I'm putting on a shirt." She smiled and slowly squeezed her right tit and pinched her nipple. "What are you wearing Cynthia?" he asked She paused; unsure of how much flirting she wanted to do. "Well, that's kind of personal" she cooed seductively Joe was out of his driveway, off the mountain and onto the highway in minutes. His old pickup somehow climbed up to 80 mph on route 66. After several teases, Cynthia finally gave in because she needed to be wanted and it was obvious Joe wanted her. "I'll tell you … I'm wearing cotton." Joe laughed into the phone. "Hmmmm, cotton socks?" Cynthia giggled. "I'm wearing a cotton sleeper and it is blue. A medium blue and it is very soft." "Anything else?" He smiled as he veered around an elderly couple in an old Ford. "Oh yes" she paused dramatically. "I'm wearing cotton panties, they are white with frilly edges. I wish you could see them! They're so pretty" A voice inside her head rang out. Don't be a slut! You are an Oak Valley woman! Don't talk like some cheap whore! What do you think you are doing? The fight within Cynthia continued and she frowned. She couldn't believe that a) she had called Joe, b) that she was now telling him what she was wearing, and c) she was playing with her nipples!! What the hell was happening to her??? I must hang up the phone, she thought. Joe's voice brought her back "Cynthia, you are such a sweetheart." "No, I'm not. I'm acting like a cheap slut." She replied somberly. Joe wasn't sure what he should do. He was now only 20 minutes away from this beautiful, engaging woman who had haunted his every dream and waking moment since he met her. "No … slut is at the opposite end of the dictionary from you, my dear. You are just learning how to enjoy yourself like every woman should." "What we did last week wasn't right" she replied thinking of how warm Joe's lips had felt on her hard nipples. "You know what? I agree with you." Joe said and sat up straight in his truck. "What we did with Sara was just plain horny sex … and that is not what I enjoy." "You didn't enjoy it?" Cynthia asked incredulously. Joe didn't want to lie. He had enjoyed it, but it could have been better if they were making love, instead. How the hell do I communicate that without pissing her off? He thought. "Cynthia, there is horny, slutty, I'll do anything for sex … and then there is gentle, sweet, caring, love-making. I prefer the latter to the former. I'm not saying the former isn't fun, I just like the latter more." There was silence on the phone and Joe wondered if maybe she had hung up. He turned off the interstate and headed toward the winding roads that lead to Oak Valley and Cynthia's house. "Joe?" she asked without waiting for answer, she continued "Somehow, for a carpenter, you know how to say all the right things." She giggled. Maybe the scotch had kicked in after all. She let her hand slide under her cotton sleeper and sighed as skin touched skin. She scraped and tweeked her nipple imagining that it was Joe's hand that squeezed her tit and his teeth gently teasing her nipple. Joe turned a corner and almost dropped the phone. "Cynthia, have you ever had phone sex?" Cynthia laughed "Of course not! That's just for desperately horny people who don't have a life!" Joe didn't laugh. "No, I disagree … it is for people with good communication skills and great imaginations who, maybe can't or aren't able to get together for what ever reason. I mean, if you were away on a business trip and needed cuddling, maybe you imagined me holding you and gently squeezing your breast … " Cynthia pulled her hand away. How did he know? She got up and looked out her bedroom window and saw an old oak tree close by but he wasn't in it. She thought she had seen someone. I must be going insane, she thought. First, I'm playing with myself and second, I'm imagining that Joe is in a tree outside my window! Joe kept going, his voice soft but insistent. "… sure and then I might kiss your hand and your elbow. Does that feel good?" "Yes, Joe, it certainly does". Cynthia opened the sliding glass door from her bedroom and walked out onto her private deck. She sat on the patio furniture couch and slid her hand up her cotton sleeper. Her panties were soaking wet, so she pulled them off. The cool breeze felt nice as it snaked up her thighs and caressed her pussy lips which had swollen in anticipation of Joe's cock. "Joe, your voice really soothes me" Joe's cock had grown steadily throughout the ride and he stroked it down his pant leg. Joe talked on about how he would kiss her toes and ankles. In the breeze, Cynthia's nipples poked out through the cotton sleeper and she again, slid her hand up from underneath finding her pussy lips wet, ready and waiting. She stroked her pussy as Joe talked and thought about getting her vibrator. Suddenly Cynthia saw truck headlights turning in to her driveway. She watched as the headlights quickly drove the curves of her driveway winding up several yards from her balcony. She flicked her pussy a few last times and it soothed her, but anger over took her. How dare he presume that she wanted him there! She isn't some wanton slut who he can just charge over her house anytime he wants for a quick fuck! No, she is an Oak Valley woman … Joe saw movement on the balcony and parked his truck. There she was. A soft moonlight shown through the trees onto her front as she stood by the cast iron metal railing. Her long tanned legs led up to that sweet honey he craved. Her large breasts held the cotton sleeper away from her flat stomach and shimmered in the breeze. "I'm sorry" he said into the phone "I've just seen the most beautiful creature in the world" and he hung up and stepped out of his truck and walked by the balcony. The look on her face showed some confusion. She turned and went into the house. A few minutes later, she returned with a bucket of water. "What are you doing here, Joe?" she asked somewhat coldly. "I've come to see you, Juliet" he said softly so he wouldn't wake the children. This surprised her. "I think you're just another horny guy that wants to get laid. I think you need some cooling off. She tipped the bucket over the balcony and ¼ of the bucket emptied over the rail.. Joe stepped back quickly but the ice cold water hit Joe square in the face and chest. His erection immediately went limp. Joe literally ripped his soaked shirt off. Through clenched teeth, he softly shouted back at Cynthia – "Who the fuck do you think you are? Why do you think you are so much better than me that you can call me and entice me to come over here and then throw cold water on me?" Joe shook his head from side to side. He could tell Cynthia felt bad. "I'm sorry… You're right ... I'm sorry and ummm, I really didn't mean it that way …" Joe turned to go. She moved quickly to the edge of the balcony, "I'll make it up to you. I promise" Joe turned to look up at her. She was stunning. Her athletic legs were toned and tight. Her raven hair rested loosely on her shoulders. "How?" he called up. Cynthia slowly turned around and poured some of the water down her back and a small cry of cold surprise erupted from her mouth. The water flowed down the medium blue cotton sleeper and turned dark blue clinging to her curves and highlighting her tight, muscular ass. She spread her legs slightly and swayed her hips gently. She looked over her shoulder at him and her hips continued to sway back and forth. "My, this water is sooo cold" Joe could see her pussy lips glistening from the light of her room that shown between her legs. She turned to face him and his mouth hung agape. With one hand she held her breast through the cotton material and with the other hand; she poured the cold water over her tit. Looking down at him she smiled "You like what you see? It is soooo cold and it would be so wonderful to have your hot mouth warm my nipple" Joe's cock became rock solid and bulged down the leg of his pants. It hurt. "Let me in … please!" She giggled. "Hmmm, we'll have to see about that!" She then poured the rest of the water over her chest and gasped again at the sudden change of temperature. The cotton material clung to her breasts and she moved her hands slowly over them squeezing them against the cool cotton material. The water ran down her belly and into her pubic hair, attempting to cool the fire that burned in her loins. The front of her entire cotton sleeper was soaked and clung to her. Her hands moved down to her hips and she slowly moved them up her waist to her cup her tits. She rocked and swayed back and forth. The water squeezed out of the cotton and down to her feet and through the wooden slats she stood upon. She sucked in air through pursed lips as she watched the bulge grow in Joe's pant leg, but she didn't miss a beat of the music only she and Joe could hear. Cynthia pulled the bottom of the sleeper up and placed her hands on her bare thighs and enjoyed the feel of her hands on the soft skin on the inside. Her fingers reached higher and spread her pussy lips and Joe moaned from down below. She closed her eyes and let her fingers rove to her thickened clit, stroking it side to side. Now the moan came from Cynthia. She worked the nub back and forth with her left hand while her right squeezed the cotton sleeper over her stomach. The water dribbled down her taught belly and into the mix of her juices as her fingers pace quickened. "Oh Joe, you need to get up here" she groaned. Cynthia slipped a finger in her slit and then back onto her clit. She wanted Joe's cock inside her slit, but her fingers would have to do … she slipped two into her pussy and began working them in and out. "Oh shit … Joe … oh, you excite me so much!" Cynthia didn't know how and she really didn't care, but suddenly, Joe was there beside her. He must have climbed up the decking, but then again, she didn't care. She felt his large hands on her hips and his lips on her neck and it sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip as the climax shook and curled her toes. The muscles in her legs spasm and her body shook. Joe kept kissing her neck and then he moved up to her earlobe, nibbling and pulling it with his teeth. His hands moved up and cupped her big, solid tits. "Mmm you are so sweet" he hummed into her ear. Cynthia's climax reached a peak and her body shook again and again. She could feel his cock against her ass and she knew that her pussy was going to be sore again. Her pussy squirted onto her hand. She had never done that and wondered if it was pee, but that thought vanished as she turned around, gently kissed his lips and kneeled before Joe. "Take it out for me, please". Joe unzipped and slowly pulled his pants down. His cock popped out of his boxers and hung there and Cynthia admired it. It was long and thick with large veins that reached around it. The helmet head was thicker than the shaft and flared at the sides. It curved slightly down and to the left and it was obviously heavy, she gripped it with both hands and it still left four more inches that weren't covered. She smiled. Cynthia worked her hands up and down, pulling the skin forward and back. The smile stayed on her face as her tongue flicked out and licked the underside of the head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head in. Once inside her mouth, her tongue slid back and forth over the head of his cock. Her eyes looked up at him and became locked with his eyes. He smiled at her and brushed her hair aside. She slowly guided her left hand down his shaft and cupped his balls pressing on the soft skin between his balls and his anus. He twitched. She stood and brought Joe inside the sliding glass doors, but she didn't want to take the time to cross the room to the bed. "Please … lay down on the rug … I need to get on you … I really need it in me". Joe lay on the wall-to-wall carpet with his cock pointing up like a pole and Cynthia holding on to it lest it escape! She kneeled on one knee and draped her other leg over Joe's stomach positioning his pole at her quivering pussy lips. Her fingers spread the lips apart and she eased back. She knew that she was wet, but even so, she hoped that she had left enough saliva on his cock to further help ease it in. The purplish head pushed and plowed and Cynthia grunted as she took the head in. Again, she bit her pretty lower lip and … focusing hard, moved further down the shaft. She slowly rocked back and forth on it. Joe tried to remain calm, but for him, the most beautiful woman in the world was wanting him and loving him. This excited him more than he had ever imagined. Cynthia started cumming again and the waves swept over her as his cock stretched her inner walls. She smiled and placed her hands on his hard, hairy chest. Delirium was setting in … "Joe, you've got one great, hard cock … ugggh … and … ohhhhh … and I can't wait to get … mmmm wow … oh yes and I can't wait to get to know the rest of you". With that she sat down hard impaling herself onto Joe. She still hadn't taken it all inside her, but it was enough for Joe's balls to crack and start pumping gobs of cum up deep into her pussy. His hips instinctively moved up off the carpet. He grunted and groaned, holding his breath, his face strained at cumming so hard. Cynthia felt all of Joe's cum squirting deep inside her. Another climax wave hit her like a 100 foot tidal wave. Her pussy lips swelled and quivered as they gripped the invading cock. Instinctively, she kept rocking harder and deeper onto Joe's cock. Finally, when his balls were empty and she was out of energy to keep moving she collapsed forward into Joe's arms and hugged him. Exhausted, they fell asleep on the floor. The next morning, Cynthia awoke to an empty bedroom. Joe was nowhere to be found and if her pussy weren't so sore, she'd swear that the previous night was all a dream. * * * * * Please let me know what you liked or didn't like about this story. Thanks so much and I hope it got you excited!