This was of particular importance to the Robinson
family because they were sheep farmers up in the high craggy hills above the
Village of Oxley Ridge.
They had one of the largest farms in the county
covering a lot of quite inhospitable terrain with steep hills and crags and
deep valleys and bogs and the whole farm was crisscrossed with ditches and
streams.
So, on a warm early Spring morning youngest son
Marshall drove one of their 8-wheel ARGO All Terrain Vehicle’s up to one of the
highest parts of the farm to repair the drystone walls on their border with
Watts Farm.
For the size of the farm and the nature of the terrain
it was essential for the Robinsons to have ATV’s.
The Argo was perfect for them because it could climb
very steep inclines, crawl over rough, uneven ground, streams, and ditches as
well as swim when necessary because some of their land was prone to flooding
and as sheep tended to wander, they would likely perish without an ATV to
rescue them.
When they bought ARGO in was a drab green colour, but they
painted it orange and black to make it more visible from a distance in all
weathers.
It seated two in the front on a bench seat and was
steered with handlebars, but it could seat more in the back if needed but
mainly the back was used for carrying feed, lambs, or tools.
It also had a tubular steel cargo rack on the bonnet
and a heavy-duty roll bar.
Marshall had spent the morning repairing a break in
the drystone wall, then sat down in the sunshine with his back to the wall to
eat his lunch.
He had just finished his second coffee and was
preparing to pack everything away when he heard the sound of someone start
peeing, followed by a sigh, a prolonged jet hitting the hard stoney ground,
which he found strangely arousing because he was sure he knew who it was, and he found himself wishing he was watching
as well.
“Anything I can help with over there?” he asked as he
stood up, making her jump.
“No thank you, I can manage” Emma Watts replied having
just pulled her knickers and trousers up.
“Anything need wiping?” he added.
“No thanks” Emma replied.
Emma had the farm next door where she kept Angora
goats, she was what was known colloquially as a “Grass Widow” meaning she was
married but her Geologist husband George, but he was away from home 10 months
in every 12.
“I thought it was a horse until I heard you sigh” he
said.
“Very flattering” she retorted.
Emma was 27 and was remarkable in almost every way,
attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty, and too often lonely.
She loved her husband very much, but she had needs and
Marshall was always more than willing to service them.
They were just about the same age, and they had got on
well even before the first time he fucked her, which also happened when he was
drystone walling.
So, when she clambered over the wall, he didn’t know
whether she wanted his cock or his help or both.
“I’ve lost a couple of Goats” she said, “have you seen
them”.
“No, I haven’t” he replied, “But there’s another dodgy
bit of wall the other side of the hill, about a hundred yard or so, I’ll take
you on the ATV”.
“Ok thanks” she replied.
The Goats had got through the wall where he suspected,
and it took them about twenty minutes to catch them and then they put them in
the back and tied them to roll bars.
“Can I have a go” she asked when they were finished.
“Sure” he said, and they got back on the ATC with Emma
in the driving seat.
Before they set off, she turned to him smiled and
kissed him, so he immediately responded to it by slipping his tongue between
her slightly parted lips, and Emma responded in kind for a full minute before
stopping abruptly.
“No, it was supposed
to be a thank you kiss, not a please get me wet kiss” she said sharply.
“So,
it was getting you wet, was it?”
“I
didn’t say that” she retorted and blushed.
“But it’s true though isn’t it” he said nibbling her
ear and sliding his right hand along her thigh heading for her pussy and she
clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.
But this was not easily done and was finding it
difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her
thighs tightly closed.
Emma released her grip on his hand for a split second
and the buggy inched forward and his hand progressed up her thigh, then she
clamped again.
She released her grip again, briefly, the ATV inched
forward again, and his hand had reached the top of her thigh.
Her thighs opened and depressed the accelerator, and
they trundled forward as his finger reached its goal and began rubbing her
pussy through her mole skin trousers.
The ATV was making some progress and Emma was biting
her lip, though not in concentration, he had found her sweet spot and she was
creaming his fingers.
She carried on driving and biting her lip and he
carried on stroking and creaming her pussy when all of a sudden, she stopped
the ATV.
“You bastard” she said and kissed him while she
unzipped his fly and stroked his cock to full erection.
When she was happy with the result, she kicked off one
boot and wriggled one leg free of her knickers and trousers and straddled him
and lowered her hot pussy on to his waiting shaft and quickly warmed to her
task, pumping on his shaft like a piston.
She rode on him moaning like a beast before she
screamed out in orgasm and Marshall exploded inside her, much to
the bemusement of the Goats.
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