Inheritance 9

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Mica xxx Yorkshire England

A distant uncle of mine, it had been some years since I last saw him, passed away and left me his farm. A neighbouring farmer was tending to his livestock following his death, and through the solicitor I got a message to him asking him to dispose of all the livestock, I didn't want it on the farm, he could have it if he wanted, but could he at least get it off the farm. I didn't want to be paying for it, just wanted it off the farm.

That apparently wasn't as simple as you would think. There were a lot of DEFRA forms to be filled in, and as I was getting the solicitor to handle everything, the fees were really piling up. By the time all was said and done I had a farm with equipment, no live animals, and all the cash left by my uncle had been eaten up in fees. I had to decide what I wanted to do with it, I had no clue about farming, had no desire to do farming and it was a fair few miles away, so I didn't really want to move and live there, hubby certainly didn't. I decided I needed to go and have a look at my new property.

I arranged to meet the neighbouring farmer, James Galbraith, at the farm at around ten. Even though I had been before, I did struggle to remember the way down the lanes, but eventually I got there, James was waiting in the yard.

"Lucy?" he asked as I got out of my fiesta, a car not really suited to country lanes and tracks, he has a more sensible Range Rover.

"Yes, James I presume."

"Indeed, I am sorry about your Uncle, we got on."

"Thank you, yes I liked him on the few occasions I visited. And now I own this, and I have no idea what to do with it."

"Okay, well, you could do nothing, that is a shame and a waste of good land, but if you are no farmer, you would have no clue and would just end up in debt."

"I assure you; I have no clue. I don't even know what Uncle Steve farmed."

"He had Dexters that he bred for beef. I took that herd and added it to mine as per your instruction. I know that you wanted no payment, but two of the herd were slaughtered and are now jointed and in two freezers in your barn. I felt it right that you had at least something from them. I hope that you are not vegetarian."

"Oh, Lord, no, and that is very kind of you, two whole Dexters, that'll keep me in meat for a couple of years I should have thought."

"Yes, much longer than that and the beef won't really be as good for eating."

"What about the rest of the farm, could I rent out the fields perhaps?"

"Yes, you could, and in fact I would be interested in renting them from you, they adjoin mine and would be a good addition, especially for hay. Your uncle farmed organically and that means that the fields are perhaps less productive in terms of yield but more so in terms of value. Organic farmland is quite sought after, so the one tends to compensate for the other."

"I suppose I ought to try and find someone to give me a valuation and we can then perhaps make an arrangement."

"Yes, that is a good idea, I can put someone your way, he will advise you. What do you want to do with all the equipment and tools and so on in the barns? It is really just the basics, he hired in the combine and the like when it was time for hay, and really only owned an old tractor of his own."

"I think I will leave that here, I can go through it at a later date, I quite like the idea of owning a tractor."

"You might as well, it really isn't that much use on a modern farm, and probably only worth a few thousand to a collector. It works, it just doesn't have the bells and whistles such as GPS that we need on a modern farm."

We chatted a bit longer, he advised me to keep as much locked up as I could, it wouldn't stop the dedicated rural thieves, but it would stop the chancers, he would make sure all the gates were kept closed, and said he would buy new chains and padlocks, and send me copies of the keys so that I could open them if I needed. He asked what I was going to do with the house. I told him I would probably clean it up and use it for a weekend retreat or possibly turn it into an Airbnb, but that was a little scary, I had heard a lot of horror stories about them.

"Yeah, the Airbnb thing not popular around here, it does cause a lot of issues with townies coming and running riot and not knowing how to behave in the countryside."

I told him I understood and that it probably wouldn't happen. After James had gone, promising to send me the Agent details, I went and looked around the house. Two big rooms, one a kitchen diner, the other a sitting room, and a loo and shower downstairs, and three bedrooms upstairs with a bathroom with shower and bath in it. The pace was dusty and needed a good vac, but it wasn't dirty. Uncle Steve had a dresser and a wardrobe with clothes and a box downstairs full of boots and shoes. I decided pretty much all of that would go to charity, I would hang on to the mud boots and the oilskin coats, they would always come in useful, but everything else could go.

The kitchen had the basics, an electric cooker, fridge, washing machine and an old AGA, but the AGA looked pretty much unused, certainly recently. Hot water seemed to come from an Emersion heater, although the AGA looked as if it could heat the water too. I might see if I could get that serviced and up and running. I knew that some of the farm was wooded, perhaps I could fell some of the trees and chop them up for firewood.

Over dinner I was telling hubby Craig about the property, he said that it sounded intriguing, and he looked forward to a time when he could visit, he liked the idea of a weekend getaway for us, especially if a farmer was paying us to use our land. I was telling him about the old tractor and stuff, and he said I ought to take his dad to look, he was knowledgeable and interested in old tractors.

A few days later and I had a free day and arranged to pick Phil up. Phil is my father in law and lives alone now that Craig's mum has passed on, and he was very interested in looking at the old tractor. We drove out to the farm, having to stop and open several gates on the way, and I parked in the barn, well the weather looked iffy, let's stay dry at least, I thought.

"Goodness Lucy, this is a beauty," Phil exclaimed as he looked at the old Massey.

"Okay, well you stay here and do your thing, I am not planning on selling it, it will be too useful here on the farm, and also you can come and tinker with it whenever you like. I'm going in the house to start clearing my uncle's things."

I had bought a roll of recycling bags with me, my plan being to bag up all my uncle's clothes and take to a charity shop. When I had done that I planned to run the vac around. Uncle had an old hoover, I had bought an old Dysan that I had, that could live here, the old hoover could also go to the charity shop.

I guess I had been at it about an hour and had emptied all of the clothes and shoes into bin bags, and decided it was time for a drink. I put the kettle on and made a couple of coffees, I had bought a thermos of milk with me just for this very thing.

"How is it going Phil," I enquired as I took our coffees to the barn.

"I am just ready to see if it'll fire up," he said, "you're just in time."

"Cool," well I had to pretend some interest. To me it was just a useful tool to have about the farm. I had also considered offering Phil to live here, not in the main bedroom, but in one of the others. He could sell his house with all it's memories, give us some money, rather than it fall foul of death taxes later, and have a nice nest egg to live off and buy some luxuries. He could live here rent free, in exchange for keeping an eye on the place for me. I would chat about it with hubby. Of course, Phil might not want to live this far out.

"Right then," he called, "Contact."

There was the sound of the engine turning over, some coughs of white smoke through a pipe that stuck up through the bonnet, and then it roared into life and sat there idling.

"Good job Phil," I called and turned and gave him a big hug. "Excellent."

"She runs well. I'll just run it out of the barn and see how it drives."

He got in the seat and then moved the tractor forward a little, then backwards a little, satisfied he headed off out of the barn, drove around the yard a few times and then as he was just by the farm gate, about as far from the barn as you can get, with me not far away watching, the heavens opened, and they opened big style. In under a minute we were both wet through to the skin. I ran into the Barn closely followed by Phil on the tractor.

We looked at each other and laughed. "Well at least the old girl works," he said. "You might want to dig out some of old Steve's clothes, at least we can put something dry on."

"Yup. This is going to get cold real soon, I'll go and see what I can find. Come into the house when you are done, I'll have found you some clothes."

I ran through the rain to the farmhouse and opened the bag I thought had the shirts in, yes, I was right. I pulled a shirt out, way too big for me of course, but it would do for now. I stripped my sodden skirt and blouse off, my bra was soaked too, took that off, and was stood there in wet pants. I had just peeled them off when Phil walked in. I put the old shirt on as quickly as I could, but not before my father-in-law had seen me stark naked.

"Sorry about that," Phil said.

"Don't worry." I said as I did up the buttons. I handed Phil a shirt and a pair of trousers and a belt. Phil just stood there and stripped, no shame, and as he was naked, I realised his dick was stiff. He saw me looking at it.

"I make no apologies lass, I have just seen a beautiful woman naked for the first time in some years, I am as surprised as you that the old man still works, but that is down to you. Thank you."

Lummy, what could I say to that, nothing witty that is for sure. He put the shirt on first, his dick still sticking forward. I was sort of mesmerised, I felt I ought to do something, I wanted to touch it, I really did. I stepped forward and took his dick in my hand. It was soft on the outside, but really hard inside. As I squeezed it and moved his skin a little, he groaned and his knees sagged a little.

"Oh God lass, it has been so long."

I knew that really, I shouldn't have touched him, I knew I should have turned around, but I couldn't do that, and I knew I couldn't stop now. I knelt before him and put my mouth around his cock.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as I moved my mouth back and forward, my lips gripping his foreskin, moving it along his shaft.

"Oh Jesus Christ girl, my God."

I pulled back his dick falling from my mouth. "Come on Phil, let's go upstairs." I headed to the stairs unbuttoning the shirt as I went. In the main bedroom I pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor. I was naked again giving Phil a fine view of my butt and its treasure in between my cheeks as I climbed onto the bed and lay back, my boobs pointing up and my fanny wet, far wetter than it had any right to be.

Phil had removed his shirt too and stood by the bed, his dick pointing forward his big balls hanging below.

"I'm sorry Lucy, just let me enjoy the beauty of a woman for a moment."

I smiled, I appreciated his moment, and it is nice for a woman when a man stands and calls her beautiful rather than simply dive on and stick his dick in her.

He came and sat on the edge of the bed and then climbed up and settled between my legs looking down at my fanny. I half expected him to lick his lips and rub his thighs, but no, he leant forward and blew along the length of my fanny, I shivered in anticipation. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with anyone other than my hubby.

He gently opened my lips with his fingers, and blew again this time along my valley floor, another shiver ran through my body. His tongue touched my clitoris, and I thought I would explode, I could not fathom why this moment was so electrifying. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, a finger teased at my entrance, I felt my petals flutter, my bum clenched and my whole body went tense. Two fingers pushed inside me, oh such a feeling as they slowly opened me, insistent, unrelenting, they slid deeper and deeper inside until they were as far as they could go. A finger lay along my perineum and pressed against my sphincter, another lay along my valley, touching the base of my clitoris.

He nibbled gently and I felt my breath catch. I was gulping in, just not breathing out. Was it because this was a stolen pleasure, why were my feelings to intense, it was more than erotic. Even though I knew it wouldn't happen, I felt as if someone would catch me any moment, my pressures were building so fast, my electrics were super conductive.

My back was tightening, my fingers scratching at the mattress, his fingers were moving inside me, finger shagging me, his finger pressing my sphincter, I was almost sure he would enter me there too, my forbidden zone. My legs were cycling, my heels were scrabbling for purchase, his tongue licked my love button and my breath just exploded and I screamed and my orgasm erupted, exploding though my body, pleasures coursing through my body, electrics tickling my nipples, my ears, my finger tips and my toes.

My back was arched I could hardly move, I was stiff, frozen in pleasure, and then the big relax. I slumped down to the mattress, my chest heaving, breath rapidly flowing in and out, Phil's fingers eased out of my fanny and bottom, he had actually passed my sphincter and I hadn't noticed it directly. He leant up and looked at me.

"God girl, it has been a very long time, if in fact not never, that I have managed to give someone that level of pleasure. You have the best cunt I have ever encountered"

I lay there still gulping in air, I smiled.

"Phil, if you did that to me every day I should think I have died and gone to heaven. Yea Gods man."

He put his hands further up by my shoulders and moved up, his dick pressing at my crotch. I put my hand down and guided his dick to my opening, he pressed in. I hadn't realised, perhaps it was because I had just orgasmed and my fanny had clenched, but he felt so much bigger than Craig. Craig is no slouch in the love making department and has kept me more than happy, and has given me no reason to seek pleasures elsewhere, not even by myself. I was now rethinking that and actively considering how to get Phil to move in here so that I had a legitimate reason to see him and get myself shagged stupid, I would just say I was going to the farm to check things over.

Phil's dick kept pressing, he was going so slowly and I could feel every inch of his dick as he penetrated me, I could feel his foreskin slide down his shaft, I could feel the edge of his dickhead as it slid along my fanny, I could feel a small pulse in his dick, I could feel my fanny stretching, accommodating, I could feel my anticipation growing. All things I had probably taken for granted with Craig.

I felt him reach my depth, pressing at the bottom of my fanny, but he still kept pressing, pulling more of me inside, pushing more of me into my insides. His balls dangled between my things.

"Oh Lucy," He gasped and then he started to slowly withdraw, pulling out, and where I had felt filled, stretched, I now felt empty, voided. He kept withdrawing slowly until I was sure he would be out of me, but no, he stopped at my opening, just in, just out. I held my breath, knowing what to expect but not how it would be delivered. Phil shoved his dick back inside in one fast movement, 'oof' came out of me and he was pushing my depth deep inside me again, again he receded, I was voided and then 'oof' again.

I was gulping in air, I was not breathing out, I was gasping as he bottomed out in me, and his stomach was slapping against mine. Faster he went, faster than I though possible by him, pressing deep and then voiding, slap, slap, slap, accompanied by my gasps. I could no longer feel his foreskin move, inside me was just a blur of sensations, movements, pressures, voids. I was clutching at the bottom sheet, my head was tilted back, my eyes open staring at the ceiling.

Illicit love, oh fuck was it ever, Jesus, I had no idea what I had been missing until I realised I hadn't been getting it. Slap, Gasp, Slap, Gasp, faster and faster, I could no longer breath, my lungs felt as if they would burst, and then Phil pushed in hard, held and I felt his ejaculation. Spurts, at least three, flooding my fanny, filling my womb, a roar left him and once more I screamed, letting my lungs breath again, my back bent backwards almost in two.

My body slowly recovered. I lay back on the bed, my fingers unclenched, my fanny relaxed its grip on Phil. Phil rolled to the side, a trail of white across my thigh and he lay to my side.

"Good grief lass," he said between gasps, "you know how to show a man a good time, no wonder Craig is a happy man."

I didn't tell him that he was at least twice the man his son was. I hoped that we might get another opportunity, but could it, would it, live up to this unexpected stolen moment of illicit sex?