Tucker Hargreaves had inherited his farm from Tucker Snr. Although it had been a successful farm, his dad was not up to the upcoming challenges that lay ahead. Tucker, fortunately, was born with an abundance of real-world understanding and even had an uncanny foresight that would become the envy of all his neighbours. It was almost as if he was in a conspiracy with the weather gods. Another benefit for Tucker was, marrying the woman that he did. Noelene, his wife, would become his greatest financial asset. Noelene was the most incredible penny-pincher and was the living embodiment of the famous quote by Calvin Coolidge: ‘There is no dignity quite so impressive and no one independence quite so important, as living within your means.’

When the purveyors of misery began offering all the farmers in the district unaffordable loans, Noelene was the one who talked Tucker out of the credit demon that would eventually cause havoc in their region.

Initially, it appeared that Tucker was lagging, but when the shit hit the fan after a few difficult years, Tucker and Noelene were able to ride out the storm with little difficulty. They benefitted from being able to buy equipment and additional land at a fraction of the cost. As others floundered, they prospered.

Their frugality was not easy, and there was never additional money for luxuries. In the end, nevertheless, it paid off handsomely, and by the time that Tanner, their son, began working on the farm, they were flourishing. The only drawback for Tucker at this stage of his life was that Tanner was not the brightest bulb in the box. In addition, much as he loved Noelene, his love life sucked. Although Noelene was an incredible partner, she was dull in bed.

At this time, Tucker had his eyes on an intelligent girl at the diner in his local town. Arlene, the waiter in question, was a bright as a button. On his weekly breakfast visits, he could keep his eyes off the little vixen. Tucker ruminated, that back when he was a youngster, Tucker would seriously have made a play for her. Apart from his lust, he also knew that she would be the perfect partner for his dull-witted son. He also cogitated on the possibility that with her in their family, who knew, what might happen?

Taking on the mantle of a matchmaker, Tucker decided to introduce Tanner to her. Tanner had always been inept around women, and Tucker knew that he would have to be instrumental if his son was ever to find a wife.

Arlene was no fool and after formally meeting Tanner, realized what Tucker was initiating for his son. Although she found Tucker far more interesting, Arlene accepted that he was married. Tanner, however, was a real catch. Everyone knew that Tucker was wealthy, and the possibility of falling with her arse in the butter was very tempting. Oafish as Tanner was, Arlene figured that if she could elevate herself from her humble upbringing, she was happy to give it a go. She knew she was attractive, but the good-looking men, a few of whom she had tried out, offered her no financial prospects. Arlene did not want to end up like her mother and become a slave to a hunk like her dad with zero comforts. Living from hand to mouth as she had grown up was not alluring to her, no matter how gorgeous the man was.

The first meeting of the prospective couple went better than Tucker had anticipated, and Tanner’s relaxed attitude surprised him. From Tanner’s expressions, it was also clear that Arlene appealed to him. In an attempt to speed things up, Tucker invited Arlene to dinner at their home. Thankfully, the dinner was a success, and even Noelene became captivated by Arlene.

In the brief courtship that followed, Arlene knew that Tanner would never be a scintillating husband. Up close, Tanner was better looking than she had initially thought, but sadly, nowhere as sexy as Tucker was. Arlene contemplated, that was a small price to pay for the financial benefits, which could follow. During the months preceding the wedding, she did have sex with Tanner, and although he was not a firecracker in the bedroom, at least Tanner had a well-endowed, functional cock. Arlene also reasoned that with a bit of guidance from her in the future, maybe she could train him to suit her needs.

Before they got married, Arlene was delighted with the accommodation arrangements in the large farmhouse that would become her new home. In the large living area at the back of the home, Arlene and Tanner had their spacious suite to the right. The other roomy suite to the left, Tucker and Noelene occupied. Between their suites, there were two spacious spare bedrooms.

Just before the wedding, Arlene gave up her job because Tucker wanted her to run the administration of the farm, a task that Noelene had never enjoyed. Fortunately, Arlene took to this like a duck to water.

Arlene and Tanner had a brief honeymoon after their wedding before returning to the farm. This eventuality was what Tucker had been eagerly anticipating. That evening, during dinner, Tucker excused himself from the dining table briefly and went to Tanner’s suite to open the curtains very slightly, in the hope that the couple would not notice, thereby affording him a voyeuristic opportunity.

Fortunately, Noelene was a sound sleeper who drifted off instantly when in bed. Once Tucker became convinced that Noelene was contentedly asleep, he quickly made his way around the outside of the house to see if his ploy had paid off. Once Tucker arrived at the window of the newlywed’s suite, his heart palpitated with joy as he saw the slither of light emanating from their bedroom window.

Peeping in, he saw Arlene on her back with Tanner’s head firmly lodge between her legs on the bed. Tucker popped an instant boner as he watched her perky breasts quavering with excitement on her heaving chest.

Tanner was proud as he looked on, ruminating that Arlene had obviously, been training Tanner during their honeymoon. He had instinctively believed that she was a hot little bitch who loved fucking.

As Tucker watched, Tanner soon moved up her body and started nibbling on her nipples as his hand took over the stimulation of her snatch. Watching her pretty, open mouth puffing for air, Tucker became so excited that he pushed his shorts down and commenced tugging on his enormous knob.

Not long after, Tanner lifted and moved upward to offer his dick to her lips. As Arlene began to battle with the thick uncut phallus, Tucker was proud that his son was a chip off the old block.

When Tanner finally moved downward again and lifted Arlene’s legs into the air, Tucker was mesmerized as Tanner’s knob slipped into her wet cunt. Watching his son’s large rump now pummelling a grunting Arlene, Tucker became so excited that Tucker had to, temporarily let go of his cock.

As the copulation intensified and Tanner eventually lifted onto outstretched arms, Tucker’s hand action also escalated. When the couple finally began gasping in ecstasy, Tucker also joined in by spewing a fountain of jizz over the lawn he was standing on.

When Tucker lay in bed later, he thought about the scene he had just witnessed and dreamed about how good Arlene’s pussy was going to feel sheathing his knob.

The following day Arlene was very busy in the office. The day after, however, Tucker was determined to fuck her.

To Tucker’s delight, when Tanner left for town to pick up supplies that day, Noelene accompanied Tanner. Once they had departed, Tucker lost no time making it clear how things would transpire in the future.

Tucker walked straight up to Arlene and embraced her before kissing her. As Arlene tried to wiggle out of Tucker’s clutches, he then gripped her by the neck and pushed her up against the desk.

“Listen carefully, baby. I am the law on this farm, and what I say goes. You are now Hargreaves pussy, and I am also going to fuck you.”

Stunned as Arlene was, Tucker’s assertiveness overwhelmed her with lust. Much as the creepiness of her situation was frightening, Arlene knew she was powerless to resist.

“Do you fuckin’ understand?” Tucker then growled.

“Yes,” she meekly answered.

“Yes, who?” Tucker barked.

“Yes, daddy,” she submissively replied.

As Arlene got shoved to her knees, Tucker’s trousers flew open.

With frantic hands manipulating her head, Arlene soon had a mouthful of cock.

“Yeah, oh, fuck yeah, suck it. Suck my fuckin dick,” Tucker hollered.

After the brief blowjob, her body was lifted and turned, before she got placed, face down over the table. Next, her panties got pulled down. Tucker had no plans of being gentle and figured that he needed to stamp his authority on this first occasion. For Arlene, strange as what was happening to her was, it was also unbelievably exciting. Like most normal people, an imagined forced fantasy had always intrigued her, and she loved this. Arlene also played along to inflame the situation by whimpering in faux protest.

Her performance paid off because shortly, Tucker’s battering ram was thrusting at her portal. As her pussy happily capitulated, a wave of lust overcame her.

With her snatch getting slammed, kneading hands also commenced solidly groping her breasts. She was in ecstasy as she continued to gasp and groan. Tucker was now solidly in control, just as he had imagined, and was enjoying his rough rodeo ride.

Sadly, it did not last too long, given the intensity of their session. With Arlene’s neck compressed by Tucker’s huge hands, she had the best orgasm of her life. For Tucker, a lifelong brutal fantasy became a reality. Arlene was going to be the best asset of his lifetime.

Thereafter, for Tanner, the only perplexing new development was how forgetful his dad was becoming. Whereas he usually only went to town once a week, now he was doing so every second day.

For Arlene, her greatest task that lay ahead was being able to teach Tanner to be as aggressive as Tucker.