You would never had thought how much temptation lurks around at a farm in the middle of nowhere. Paul and I had moved into the small estate at the outskirts of Hunter Village to escape temptation, to rid ourselves of city life with all the good-looking men and even, once or twice, equally good-looking women, who came onto me and whose allure and open flirtation I never could resist.

I was a cheat, and I couldn’t help it. The small compliments people gave me just pushed a button inside me, and the fact that I found myself constantly horny on most days, from the moment I woke up until my eyes fell shut in bed, was not something I could influence. That Paul was usually away the whole week for work and only came home for the weekends didn’t help either. So, after Paul had caught me with Rosalie’s - our neighbor’s - gardener, he had declared it enough, and three weeks later, all our belongings had been stowed into a moving van and carted to this little former farm in the middle of nowhere, Arizona.

“Clare,” he had told me in a no-nonsense voice before we made the decision - before he made it, and I followed along - and I could see the pain in his eyes, “this can’t go on. Perhaps the loneliness of the countryside and being among morally sound people there can finally make you keep your urges in check. I know that it’s going to be hard to move away from your friends, but please, I don’t want to come home all the time fearing that I’d find a stranger’s cock stuck up your pussy.”

I had fallen to my knees, wrapped my arms around his legs and clung to him, sobbing and promising that I loved him and didn’t want to hurt him, and that I’d go along with whatever would help me. Perhaps he was right, I thought, and I just wasn’t made for city life and its constant flood of temptation.

Morally sound people, my ass!

I had believed that for all of two weeks - two long weeks though, ruled by unfulfilled need so strong that I caught myself rubbing the front of my panties or shorts, whatever I was wearing at the moment, every so often, fantasizing about the wicked encounters that had filled my lonely days and evenings. Only now that my body couldn’t find relief for its urges did I realize how much I had relied on that outlet for my needs.

Then, early one morning, Bill from the hardware story delivered the order Paul had placed the week before. I raced outside when I heard the sounds of the engine and the wheels on the gravel. The moment that the barely eighteen-year-old climbed out of the truck and looked me up and down appraisingly, I knew I was in for trouble once more.

He approached me with a lopsided grin, clad only in a serrate, armless t-shirt and navy blue shorts, waving a slightly crumpled list in front of himself, and my eyes got glued to the play of the impressive muscles of his shoulders.

“Hi, Mrs. Goodprey. Got the wood and screws for the fence here that your husband ordered. Where should I put ‘em?”

I swallowed hard. The front of the t-shirt rippled every time he moved his arms. His short, blond hair stood in all directions and made him look incredibly cute.

“Uhm,” I stammered, “I guess next to the barn would be best.”

He looked over and raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Looks rather humid there. A dry place would be better for the wood.”

But then leery grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Though I guess I shouldn’t say that so generally. There are types of wood that like humidity, don’t you think so too, Mrs. Goodprey?”

At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. But then I followed his gaze and looked down the front of my body. My breath hitched. There, at the front of my skin-tight, pink teddy shorts, was a dark stain, right in the center.

“Uh, it’s not what…” I started to explain, but the widening grin at my flushing cheeks and the knowing wink he sent me made me falter.

“You sure?” he teased and took a step closer so he was less than an arm’s length away.

My breathing sped up. God, I could reach out and run my hand over his muscled chest if I tried.

I took a trembling step backwards. “What are you doing?”

He followed me, closing the gap again. “I’m doing nothing.” He glanced down again. “But I’m a hardware guy. I take any possible issues with leaks seriously.”

The joke was lame. The need to touch his body, to have him touch mine, not so. My breath hitched.

He leaned closer, and I stopped breathing altogether. “Don’t!” I protested meekly.

“Don’t what?” He whispered, a little cocky.

“Don’t…” My words died in my throat because his lips were touching mine.

He only held them there, letting them send little sparkles over mine, and my resistance broke. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, and I started kissing him for all I was worth.

He tasted of peppermint bubblegum. His strong hands gripped my head, and then he kissed me back, urgent and wild. Our lips mashed together and I moaned into his mouth, all the pent-up need welling up inside me at once.

His hands let go of my head, and suddenly there was sharp pull on my shirt, followed by a tearing sound. I gasped. He had ripped the shirt right off me, and the cool morning air blew over my naked upper body and molded my nipples into needle-sharp points.

Before I could react, he had pulled me close again. My breasts rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, and he kissed me once more. I melted in his touch.

One of his hands started to knead my breast and I moaned sharply. He was rough and greedy, and it was exactly what I needed right now. His fingers found my nipple and twirled it, squeezing it, and my moans got louder, spurring him on.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, pulling away to get some air, “you’re one seriously hot vixen, Mrs. Goodprey!”

“Oh my god,” I whimpered. “What are we doing?”

He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it to the side. My eyes were caught to this finely chiseled stomach and muscular chest like a bunny by a snake. I stared, hypnotized, but then he cleared his throat and stepped close once again, and I noticed belatedly that he had shed his shorts too.

He was huge. And gorgeous. Thick and long, ripped with thick veins and crowned by a swollen, purple head that stared angrily at me with its one eye.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I protested, wrapping a hand around his cock and feeling it throb hotly. “I’m married!” I slid my hand up and down, drawing a groan from him.

“I don’t mind,” he shot back, kneading both of my breasts.

They swelled with heated desire.

“Really,” I told him meekly, the arousal heavy in my voice. “We shouldn’t!”

“No,” he agreed and let go of my tits to push down my stained shorts. They slid all the way to the floor, and I managed to step out of them and keep wanking him at the same time.

“You’re huge!” I told him with a trembling voice.

“I know. Do you like it rough?” He pinched my nipple.

“God, yes!” I gasped.

“How rough,” he demanded to know, pulling it hard.

“Very!” My voice cracked.

“Good.”

Suddenly, I was spun around, and he caught both my wrists behind my back in one hand and pushed my arms up. I had no choice but to bend forward.

“Spread your legs!” he commanded.

I shuffled them apart. An instant later, the tip of his cock pressed hotly against my dripping snatch. I moaned.

His other hand gripped my hip, and he held me steadfast. Then he pushed in, in one long, forceful shove, and drove all air from my lungs.

“Fuck! Yes!” I cried when I could draw a breath again.

He pulled back and pushed in all the way again. It was glorious! Soon, he began pounding my pussy with his cock, and lost all ability to form words. My tits bounced wildly underneath me, and I panted and moaned while he pushed home with dry grunts.

Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. I whimpered in disappointment.

“It’s slick enough now,” he told me.

“Wha…?” I didn’t understand what he meant. But then his cock pressed against the tiny ring of muscle between my ass cheeks. “No!” I protested. “Not there! Please! I’ve never…!”

He stilled. “Never?”

I shook my head, suddenly embarrassed about that. “Never.”

“Then it’s about time.”

“No!” I panicked. “Don’t. It won’t fit! It’s too big!”

He only chuckled. “It’s going to fit easily if you relax. Okay, this is your last chance. Now I’m either going to fuck your bum and give you the best sex you’ve ever had, or you tell me to stop and I’ll drive off. What is it?”

Stopping was not an option. I needed a cock, and I needed it now. I bit my lip, whispering, “Fuck me.”

“What was that?” He asked, though I was sure he had heard.

“Fuck me!” I demanded.

“What?”

“Fuck me!” I screamed. “Stick your fat cock all the way up my bum. Give it to me!”

There were no more words. Instead, the pressure against my pucker increased. I tried my best to relax it, but it was stretched wider and wider. It felt dirty and naughty, and suddenly twinges of pain shot through it.

“Stop!” I wailed, and my pucker clenched hard around the tip of his cock. Each clenching hurt like hell. “You’re tearing me apart!”

“Stop panicking,” he told me. “It’s nowhere near tearing. But I’ll give you a few seconds and count to ten. One.”

I tried to breathe evenly and relax.

“Two.”

Slowly, my breathing calmed down.

“Three.”

It seemed to be working, and I felt my ring of muscle loosening.

“Four.”

Yes, the painful twinges vanished, leaving behind a full, kinky feeling.

“Five.” Without warning, he pushed all the way in. Slick, smooth skin slid inside, brushing my pucker, making it tremble with every vein and bump.

My breath hitched. His hips slapped against my ass. “Fuck!” I screamed. “You cheated!”

He chuckled, his voice rough. “And it worked.”

I couldn’t believe that his huge cock was all the way up my bum, but the full, dirty feeling that seemed to reach deep inside my womb left no doubt. My pucker tried to close, but it couldn’t, and every time it clenched around his cock, it spurred a wicked, wonderful feeling to life.

He pulled back, and the feeling of his stiff rod sliding through my back entrance made my breath escape in shuddering gasps.

“Like it?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” I groaned. I accidentally clenched my buttocks together. “Owww!”

“Does it still hurt?”

“Fuck! Yes!”

“Should I stop?”

“No!”

That was all the encouragement that he needed. He pushed in hard, and then began pounding my ass just as hard as he done my pussy earlier. My body shook and my moans came out in garbled gasps.

He let go of my arms and gripped my breasts instead. He rammed himself home hard, pulling me away by my tits and then close again, rough, hard, scratching my skin. I had never been fucked this hard before, and it melted my senses. With anything touching my pussy, I was spiralling closer and closer to a massive orgasm.

“Fuck!” he suddenly grunted behind me. “You’re so tight!”

I feared that he would come before. My fingers flew down to my swollen clit. I rubbed it in circles as good as I could while my body was rocked back and forth.

“Oh god!” I felt the heat explode. My pucker clenched hard, and pain mixed with the pleasure into something new and exhilarating. It felt incredible, and pussy juice gushed from my snatch. “Fuuuuck! Yeeees!” I screamed.

Bill pushed in all the way, and his fingers dug into my tits. “Fuck yes!” he echoed my words, and I felt his cock throb hard, then he shot load after load deep into my ass.

“Give it to me!” I screamed. “Fill me up!”

He only grunted, and I felt him shudder in pleasure.

Then he withdrew. It felt lewd. I could feel the cool air tickle the insides of my pucker. Fabric rustled, but I was too busy to look, getting back my breath, my arms on my knees and still bent over.

When I could move again, he was dressed and lugging packs of planks across the yard to put it on the gravel patch under the garden hut’s protruding roof.

I picked up my own clothes and dressed as well - or at least, stepped into the now dirty shorts. My shirt was beyond repair. That’s how I ended up signing the delivery sheet bare chested.

Bill gave me a kiss on the cheek and winked. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” he told me.

“We mustn’t!” I quickly rejected that idea. “If my husband finds out…”

“He’ll not be here all week long, is he?”

Fuck. He had obviously told everyone that he was travelling a lot. “No,” I admitted. “But still…”

“I’ll be around tomorrow at the same time. You’ll not mind if I bring along some friends?”

“Friends?” My breath hitched. “I mean, no, you’ll not come around tomorrow.”

“I think I forgot a pack of screws,” he told me cheekily, climbing into the truck and holding up a cardboard box. Before I could protest any further, he started the engine and drove off, waving through the rear window.

“Fuck!” I swore. Paul could never find out about this. Something wet and sticky trickled down the crack of my ass. “Fuck!”