Busty Farm Wife Tool Anal Play Climax in Rural Barn

Taro sped down the rural road on his bicycle under the relentless summer sun. As a freeter tired of his miserable city part-time jobs, he had impulsively decided on this summer break. The area near his family home was a countryside zone where faint childhood memories lingered. Amid the ear-splitting cicada cries, sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking his T-shirt. The air carried the scent of soil and grass, with the humid summer heat enveloping his body. His phone had no signal in his pocket, making him feel lost in another world.

Along the way, he met her. Haruka, a woman running the local farm on her own. He spotted her brushing corn leaves at the edge of the field. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with strong arms and a full chest visible through her sweat-soaked blouse. The word busty fit perfectly, and Taro stopped his bike without thinking. Removing his helmet, she looked over and smiled. "Oh, from the city? Working the fields in that sweat would be tough. Want to help?"

Her voice was low with a charming rural accent. Taro nodded shyly. In the end, she invited him to her house, and he ended up helping with the morning chores. In front of the barn, the scent of her sweat drifted gently. The barn was old wooden construction, filled inside with the smell of straw and dust. Morning sunlight filtered through gaps, making the dancing dust look picturesque.

At first, he thought it was just volunteer work. Harvesting corn, tending chickens, pulling weeds. Haruka moved nimbly, her chest swaying and drawing his gaze. Her large breasts pushed against the blouse, her sweat-glistened skin looking healthy. "Taro, lower your hips more. Like this," she said, her hand touching his waist. His heart skipped. Her fingers were dirt-stained, the gritty feel oddly vivid.

Lunch was in the corner of the barn. He ate the rice balls she made. Salty flavor and the aroma of hot green tea. Haruka sat beside him, pressing her chest close. "Don't people in the city do this muddy kind of living?" she asked. He gave a wry smile. "No, it's surprisingly fresh. Especially meeting someone like you," he said, his true feelings slipping out. She laughed and patted his shoulder. The spot felt hot. His heart pounded like a bell.

As the help continued, their relationship changed. Around the third day, while tidying tools in the barn, Haruka lightly smacked his rear. "Taro, your butt looks nice and tight." He thought it was a joke, but her eyes were serious, and he blushed. "W-what are you saying?" he backed away. Inside, refusal swirled. The idea of a man being treated that way felt embarrassing just to imagine. Yet when her large breasts drew near, he couldn't look away. The scent of sweat grew stronger, mixing with excitement.

Haruka picked up a farming tool and grinned. "This isn't just a hoe. It has a secret use." He tried to flee, but the barn door closed, dimming the morning light. Though it was a summer morning, the barn felt humid and stifling. He heard her breathing. "Don't be scared. It's thanks for helping with the farm work. I'll show you something nice."

His conflict was intense. As a freeter with little experience with women, his mind rejected anal play like in city videos. But Haruka's hands lifted his shirt. Her fingers on his skin felt realistic with their dirt texture. Her breasts pressed against his back. Soft and warm, the weight of her large breasts melting him. "If you hate it, say stop. But try it. It's a countryside pleasure," she whispered, tickling his ear.

In the end, he gave up resisting. Or pretended to. With his pants lowered and rear exposed, his face burned with embarrassment. On all fours atop the barn straw. The moist air caressed his skin, the dust smell hitting his nose. The sound of Haruka selecting a tool echoed. First, the handle of a small hoe, smooth wood. "I disinfected this. Relax," she said, letting saliva drip onto his rear. The wet sensation felt cool, making his body tremble.

At the moment of insertion, pain shot through. "Ugh, wait!" he cried, but Haruka gently stroked his back with her breasts. The softness of her large breasts eased the pain. The slow-moving handle stimulated inside with its wooden hardness and friction. Words of refusal stuck in his throat. Instead, sighs escaped. "How's that? Feels strange, right? But once you get used to it..." Her voice was sweet. She planted a kiss mixed with sweat taste on his neck. Salty, the summer morning scent thick.

The scene unfolded in a raw way. Like a farm woman, Haruka switched tools one after another. Next, the handle of a fork, thin and vibrating. "This one goes deep," she said, spreading his rear with her hand. Visually embarrassing, but the barn dimness helped a bit. Sounds echoed, wet friction and his moans. Psychologically, he was in a whirl of conflict. "This isn't like me. My freeter summer used for anal teasing," he mocked himself. Yet pleasure slowly built. He reflected inwardly—was it the countryside freedom or Haruka's charm? Humor mixed in. "I'm losing to tools. Can't brag about this in the city," he thought with a laugh.

The climax came when Haruka used her serious tool. A large shovel-like handle, thick and curved. "I'll make you come with this," she said, pressing her large breasts to his face. The softness was suffocating, sweat scent filling the air. The handle's deep entry, pressure and vibration hitting his prostate directly. His body began convulsing. "Ah, Haruka, stop... no, more!" Refusal and desire intertwined. Her laughter rang out. "Good boy. Like farm work, with patience."

Orgasm arrived. Pleasure raced through his body in waves, his mind blanking. He ejaculated onto the barn straw, the smell of sweat and fluids mixing. Haruka gently withdrew and embraced him. He buried his face in her cleavage, savoring the afterglow. Morning light strengthened, chicken cries coming from outside.

After that, his summer changed. He decided to help with Haruka's farm work long-term. In return, secret times in the barn. The conflict of refusal remained, but the raw daily eroticism became addictive. When it was time to return to the city, he thought, "This is countryside summer. An experience beyond imagination," with humorous reflection. Memories of Haruka's large breasts and the tools were etched in his chest.