We begin nearing the end of Trent's beginning summer after college graduation.

This story is intended for open minded grownup only and has idea of zooerastia, bisexuality, and group sex. There will be no cruelty. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

Trent - Chapter 1

The summer after I completed my academic degree in Forestry direction my grandfather took sick. He had been complaining of a bad back, but the doctors could get hold zippo wrong because it wasn't his binding ; it was cancer. There was nothing to do, and he lasted three to a greater extent months and I won't go into the details.

I stayed with him the full time at his waterfront home plate on Lake Lanier.

The funeral was on a Saturday and I was surprised when my father asked me to remain after and meet with the family lawyer. My dad was the onetime son and family tradition dictated that he had more decision-making power than my aunty and uncles.

"Trent."The bed said."Your granddad Jake left you something in his will."His gens was Jonathan, but everyone called him Jake. This was highly guerrilla. Grandchildren were never included in the will, everything was passed down one coevals at a time to retain the youngster from getting lazy. I wasn't lazy but was not particularly interested in money. Our family has quite a bit of it. grandpa Jake's grandfather was in lumber in North Carolina and made lots of it. Grandpa Jake made a crew also as a general declarer speciating in custom log homes.

"Why me ? Was there anyone else ?"I asked

"No. You were always his favored, although never said anything and didn't sport favorites. He was impress that you chose to study woodland Management instead of occupation, finance or law."

I knew my choice would not micturate as much money as my cousins, but I have always loved being outdoors and if I got masters degree or a Phd, I could always teach.

The lawyer ***********ed some paper from a file cabinet and study them aloud. What they said was that Grandpa Jake left me almost one hundred Acre of land on the Georgia/Tennessee bloodline and a few thousand dollar sign he called ‘ getting started money.'

With my ten yard dollar commencement ceremony gift from him, it was the most money I ever had in my life sentence. The Wendle family does not have a drug abuse of spoiling their kids. We share a hand-me-down car until we graduate high school. Then an inexpensive new one. After graduating college, we get to pick something reasonable and hand down the old one to one of the cousins. We don't need to bring as long as we are in school but our margin are barely plenty to plow gas, groceries and occasional engagement.

"Hey dad ? You know, with grandad sick and all I haven't really thought about what vehicle I wanted for commencement. Would it be possible to let Jake's hand truck ?"

I had been driving Jake to doctors in it. A three-year-old contrivance four-wheel-drive pickup truck with a 6.7 litre Cummins Turbo diesel with lupus erythematosus than ten thousand miles and a topper on the rachis to keep tools and such out of the rain.

My dad said,"Fine. One less thing to worry about. I would like to ask a favour that you don't acknowledgment this to anyone in the family line right away. It could create some jealousy."

"Was this because I took caution of Jake when he got purge ?"I asked.

"No. This will was created nearly three years ago,"the lawyer said.

My dad stood up."Well, if that's all, I can take you to Dad's place and you can pick up the truck. I'll have the document sent to your… What will be your new address ? Daniel Boone is too far to run to pick up your mail."Boone, NC, is where most of my contiguous folk lived.

"I'll shout you when I figure it out. I'm going to expend the night here and go check out the property number one thing in the morning."

At dawn, I tossed some camping gearing in the back and headed north. I gathered my things and put the gun my grandpa gave me in my duffle. His regime offspring Colt .45 ACP officers pistol from when he served in Viet Nam.

It's only 50 something air mile, and I was there in less than two hours despite the winding two-lane roads and thirty statute mile per hour velocity maw through small-scale towns.

There was no letter box, but there was a street phone number on a placard by the logic gate.

After locking the gate behind me, I motored about a quarter of Roman mile along a bingle lane pack dirt route surrounded by tree diagram until I came to a glade. In the clearing was what looked like a 40 metrical unit shipping container and a steel roofed outdoors edifice with a concrete floor. Under the cap was a portable sawmill and a suit 580 figurehead loader/ backhoe. The container was secured with a massive padlock and, since I had the keys, I checked it out. It was full of instrument. Ernst Boris Chain sawing machine, windlass, power shovel, woof, power tools and had a piece of work judiciary with a drill closet, grinder and all in all it was a pretty impressive machine shop. I was surprised to find a swooning switch and was further surprised when the overhead florescent sparkle lamped up. I had not seen any power cable on the attribute. It was something I was going to have to look into.

I got back in the truck and went up and down the route to get acquainted with the area. On the west incline of the property was a stream that disappeared through a culvert under the road and continued on the other English. That would check off the property line on this side. Right next door was a modern ranch-style planetary house, and the logic gate was spread out. I continued down the route and the next neighbor was three miles on the Saami English and no one else. The other side of the route had no buildings or mansion because it was the perimeter of the Chattahoochee River National forest.

Heading east toward the penny-pinching town, houses and farms became more prevalent until a small suburbia appeared as I crossed into Blanesville. I bought some supplies and ice at the minuscule foodstuff memory but was reluctant to tell anyone about my business.

Since my merely neighbour appeared to be the business firm next door, I decided to introduce myself. Billy Sunday forenoon was as undecomposed a sentence as any. The logic gate was still open and the big dodging Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel was in no way stealthy, so I wasn't worried about creeping anyone out. I took my fourth dimension heading for the front end door and before I could ring the Vanessa Bell it opened. A charwoman stood in the doorway wearing a slinky satin robe that was attractive but kept her appropriately covered."Can I help you ?"she asked.

I stopped and didn't come any closer, but took off my ball cap and held it in my mitt in front of me."Hello. My name is Trent River Wendle. My granddad was Jonathan Wendle. He passed away recently and left me the property on the other side of the creek. I just wanted to cook your acquaintance so that if you saw me over there that you wouldn't be worried."

"Oh dear. Hello Trent. Nice to see you. I'm Regina. Sorry to get word about Jake. We knew he was vomit and sent him a wit. Please amount in. My husband is in the kennel feeding the dogs."She was about five seven, slender with a decent bod but her straight, articulatio humeri length hairsbreadth was the most perfect tense specter of red I have ever seen. Her skin was milky white without a single lentigo to mar her perfect complexion. Her ass shot was clearly seeable behind the robe, her pelvis working back and forth as she strode in front of me. My mouth went dry, and I was very nervous in the presence of this stunning woman.

She led me to a well-situated livelihood room with a stone hearth surrounded my book shelves filled with hundreds of hard blanket Christian Bible. She picked up a modest handheld and keyed the microphone."Jeff honey ? Could you please come up to the mansion ?"

"May I get you something to drink ? java perhaps ?"

She left to get me coffee and her husband came in the book binding elbow room, kicked off his flush and greeted me in his socks, consignment trunks and a tee shirt. He was about my height, around six-one, but very cheeseparing perhaps one sixty-five to my one ninety-five. With black rimmed field glass, a goofy haircut and a prominent disco biscuit's apple, frankly he looked like a total nerd. I was shocked. I expected the husband of a raving beauty to be at least comely looking. This guy looked like he should be dating a homely little girl, or worse, alone.

"Hello. I'm Jeff."

I extended my hand."how-do-you-do Jeff. I'm Trento Wendle."

"Oh yes. Sorry about Jake. You must be the grandson he told us about."

Both Jeff and Regina called him Jake, so they must ingest been acquainted and it made me find better. Regina arrived with three mugs of coffee, cream, and lettuce. When she bent over I could see down her robe and she wasn't wearing a bra and her smallish, perhaps B-cups were a footling pointy with belittled pink puffy mammilla. When she sat down and I explained myself.

At the far end of the room with a full bar that you could walk behind with bar chairperson and everything. Jeff returned with three quartz glass rocks glasses and a nursing bottle of Maker's Mark, Jake's favorite.

"Know it's a petty early for drinking,"he said as he poured an column inch of amber liquidity in each glass and passed them out."But, here's to Jake. May he live on in our memories."

"To Jake."Regina and I replied in unison. We tossed down our whiskey in a single gulp.

We sat in silence. None of felt the need to maunder for the saki of it and I was grateful for the secrecy. My voice would have broken, and it was possible that I would start crying.

"What are your program, Trent ? Can we facilitate you in any way ? Your grandpa was a devout friend and you can count on us."

"Thanks Jeff. I'm not sure yet. No one knows about this property and it's a little unusual for a grandkid to inherit. I came to look around and to consume some time off. I graduated this summer and have been taking forethought of Jake until he passed. I may pass some time getting to get laid the place. Perhaps you know soul with a lowly travel lagger I could buy ?"

Jeff looked at Regina and she nodded. They got up and Regina said,"Follow us."interior the big service department out back was a boat, a mud motortruck, and a twenty-four foot locomotion drone.

"Why don't you just use ours until you decide what to do ?"

"No."I objected."I couldn't possibly do that. You don't even know me."

Regina laughed."We know you intimately than you think. Jake would stay with us when he was in town. We know quite a bit about the crime syndicate. Would you like to take the exalted tour ? Unless you are in a hurry."

Regina went back into the house, and Jeff led me to the dog house to polish off feeding the blackguard."We breed Weimaraners, dogshit Mastiffs, and our own stock we call the WeimarMastiff or WieMiffs for short. The weimaraners are hunters and need a lot of aid and activity. The mastiffs are safeguard dogs, docile at plate yet fiercely protective. By combining the two breeds, we get a nice looking, short haired, nearly hypo-allergenic dog perfect for home protection and pretty much anything else you would want in a dog. The bonus is that while the purebreds have a life expectancy of seven or eight old age with a host of health problem, including hip dysplasia, the Weimiffs have an anticipation of twelve or more years with practically no health problems. The other three strain are pop and sell well, which keeps us in profits. We sell them as whelp or train them until 10 or twelve months, which is what most of our guest prefer."

Jeff helped me hook the house trailer up to my truck and get it backed under the storage area. Now I could grill outdoors without having to worry about rainwater. With water and electric all I needed was a way to dispose of the gray and contraband waste matter water. The camper was well equipped with pots, pans, utensils, shroud and blankets, but no perishable foods or personal items. It looked brand new and the generator only showed one hundred 60 minutes of run time.

They insisted that I come back for dinner party around dusk, so I drove the Yamaha trail bike I found in the container through the pedestrian logic gate by the flow and pulled up to their porch. Jeff was in falloff and a clit down long sleeve shirt and I can't really describe what Regina was wearing. Leggings or tights ? They were opaque, not sheer, but the material was so sparse and variant try-on that I could see every feature article of her lower soundbox. The material went late into her beautiful ass crack and the bulge of her prominent vulva was manifest. Her top was on the loose and big and once again, no bra. I don't know how Jeff could be completely unmindful is to how sexy his wife was and how uncomfortable my erecting was becoming. I hadn't had sex in four calendar month and this was practically torture.

We had Regina's menage made lasagna, salad and fresh bread with a very gracious bottle of Chianti. I had a great clock time getting to get laid them although every time Regina reach across the board I got a scene of side of meat dummy and often her entire tit.

After dinner we sat on the backrest covered patio sipping wine-colored. wonder filled me, but I didn't want to be rude and ask all the head I had for them but Jeff answered many of them unasked.

"Regina and I met at school. I was finishing my maestro in CompSci and she was a fourth-year in veterinarian medicament. We got married after commencement ceremony. That was four years ago. I'm now twenty-nine and Regina is twenty-six."

"Wow ! That is impressive ! You two seem to have done very well together. I'm very felicitous for you."I was truthfully very happy for them. They had it all and were very attached to each other."I am twenty-two and just graduated from UNC with a Bach in Forestry Management."

Regina said,"That should come in handy, with all the trees and such. Jake intended to plot out the res publica in five-acre lots along the current and make and sell sumptuousness specification homes. He just never had the fortune. The other thing that he wanted to do was to thin out the tree diagram to keep the vernal ones from getting stunted. The great ones are worth a lot of money. Maples, some with bird's-eye, curly and tiger Mrs. Henry Wood. Red oaks and hickory. You could get going on that while you decide what to do. The storage carport is really intended to be a curing shack for the green Natalie Wood to season."

In the days to descend, as I surveyed the property, I made an matter to find. The gown Regina was wearing the kickoff prison term I met them was because during the day all she wore was a thong and a bantam bikini top unless the sun was overhead then she put on a hat and a long arm white shirt and left it unbuttoned to keep her fair skin protected. The first metre I saw her dressed like that I was by the watercourse and was unsure if I should become and go back, but she just waved and I could faintly pick up her call option,"Hi River Trent !"Totally confident and not at all ashamed. I waved back and discretely carried on with my GPS survey. The next few times I saw her she was in various states of undress, but always in the secluded area behind the house.

When I saw her in town she was dressed like most other people with shorts, decent top and hiking kick. She also liked lid. Cute girly hats. The form of hats you really want to know something about fashion to wear successfully. Regina was a very beautiful fair sex and although she must recognize it she was very open and well-disposed and the people in town seemed very fond of her.

Man, I thought, I really need to step up my biz. If Jeff can catch a prize like that, maybe I could too. My college girlfriend was pretty hot. An acrobatic blond surfer girl from Melbourne, FL but she enrolled in capital of South Carolina Law School and we didn't see the point in pretending we could do the long distance thing. The problem was that I was in the sticks, the Town was pretty sober, and I didn't know anyone.



My late education had taught me to micturate detail survey map of the Wilderness and I intended to produce one for the entire place using a combination of google mapping, satellite mental image, a handheld GPS and a programme I had on my laptop. The days were a lilliputian long and sweaty in late summer and after a shower and dinner party I would sprain on the air conditioner and eternal sleep peacefully. I had wrapped neon plastic taping around the largest of the trees that I intended to glean first. Left to raise, they would block the sunshine and prevent the new tree diagram around them from coming to maturity. Even with the chain sawing machine and backhoe the largest of the trees may be beyond my potentiality.

I avoided my next door neighbor. Although very well-disposed and welcoming, I didn't want to impose. To combat my loneliness I went to Ithiel Town often to pick up diverse detail to tune up and maintain the machinery I had found in the container. I had no idea how long affair had been sitting unused and I wanted to be sure that the fuels, coolants and oils were all fresh if I intended to use them.

I had just finished picking up some parts and was sitting in the parking lot of the foodstuff entrepot looking over my shopping list, when I saw her. She came out of the store holding two bags of grocery store and a boy a few years younger was beside her with two bags also. Oh my God ! This girl was beautiful. Perhaps five-seven, maybe early XX, natural blond with a eubstance to die for. In cast, but she oozed female sex. She was wearing a duad of stretchy acrobatic shorts, sneakers and a armoured combat vehicle top over a blind drunk tee shirt. When she opened the room access to get into the pickup truck truck I got a looking at the most complete ass I have ever seen in my spirit. The exclusively fille I have ever seen with an ass like that were the lady friend on my schooling volleyball team. It was so fucking sexy. She backed up the big four cyclist with total confidence and roared away down the road.

I jotted down the detail of the truck on my shopping leaning and intended to preserve and eye out for it in the future. Groceries were going down on my list of priorities. The solitude of nature is great but I was getting pretty damn horny.

My ex-girlfriend was nearly insatiable and she figured if I was going to try to cheat on her then she was going to pull in it nearly impossible. That included a drink it all cock sucking every cockcrow and sex nearly every night. My balls weren't used to being this broad and although I didn't have wet ambition, after every erection my pre-cum would result a silver dollar spot in my undies. One dark stands were never my thing. I enjoy courting a young woman and getting to get it on them and was willing to invest the clip in finding someone I would enjoy being around. Also, who wants to bonk a slut ? Not me. I would rather make a shy librarian. A grind with Methedrine that turns out to be delightfully perverse once broken in. What can I say ? That's how I like it.

My babysitter, patsy, was like that. A proper, nerdy, goody two skid with a cause of death consistence. When I became a teen, since we knew each other, I would hang around her and one day I put the moves on her. She kissed me back with enthusiasm but even trying to feel her dope was off limits. I knew she was horny and just as I was about to give up she explained her position. She was a devout Catholic and was saving herself for marriage. She would continue a virgin until her wedding night. However, her logic dictated that viva and anal didn't really count. Intercourse was the sole determining ingredient of virginity. After that, oh boy, it was off to the subspecies. Go to the moving picture ? Blowjob in the car. Parents out of the house for a few hours ? On all fours eager to get it in the ass. I almost cried when she got engaged.

I continued my survey both marking the property and name the trees I was contemplating taking out. I was near the chain-link fence that surrounded Jeff and Regina's property and it was getting near dusk, so the shadows fell from my trees across the watercourse. The Canis familiaris were in for the night and the kennel was far enough away that I wouldn't disturb them and cause them to start barking.

I had just finished marking the GPS coordinates on my map when I saw Regina come out of the household, and from here it looked like she was naked. Jeff came from the kennel with their routine one Weimiff studhorse Khan and he sprinted across that yard to see her. She petted him and he rolled around on the deck as she rubbed his belly. I have smashing eyesight, but I was surprised to see her put little downcast plunder on Khan and was even more surprise when Jeff took off all his clothes and joined his wife in the nude. If I were where I had seen Regina in her bikini, I would not be capable to see them because of the way that the spinal column room surrounded the get over porch, but way back here I had a direct, although long view.

I'm no peeping Tom, but it appeared to me that Regina was now sitting on a go after lounge and Khan had his nose buried in her crotch. Fuck. I went back into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood and moved fifty dollar bill yards closer. Peering from behind a large oak tree diagram, I could clearly see Regina lying on her back with Khan licking away at her kitty-cat while Jeff fed his telling dick into her mouthpiece. This was not my vision. I could hear Regina cry out in delight."Oh Yes Khan. Eat my pussy you nasty dog !"

With the sun nearly down and what luminosity was Light Within coming from behind me I ventured so close that I could see Khan's big red pooch peter fully erect as he was performing doggy cunnilinctus on his passe-partout's wife. Regina had pulled her knees to her chest to allow him to drub her ass, and soon she was screaming."Oh God. That's it, boy, eat my ass. Stick that doggy knife right up my asshole."

Jeff was hushed and every time she stopped screaming he filled her back talk with his big dick. He may be near, but damn he was hung. I'm eight nice inches and he had me by at least two in. khan had been enjoying himself and now he stopped and started dancing around like he was raring. Regina went over to an outdoor couch, sat on the ground in front of it, and leaned back with her head resting on the cushion.

Khan immediately straddled her and put his front mitt on the seat on each side over her question with his big doggy prick waving just column inch from her face. She held him by his vast barker balls and guided his big, red fuckstick rightfield between her sass. Jeff adjusted caravan inn's lift legs into the proper position and stood there watching his wife get face fucked by a big dog 's Brobdingnagian putz. Khan got impatient and tried to have it away her face harder, and I realized why Regina was holding his balls. She could see him otherwise he would bury ten inches of bow-wow tool right down her throat.



I'm sure she is an accomplish cocksucker, but she was flyspeck and I've never had a little girl deep pharynx my eight inches much less ten inch of thick, slimed doggy dick. She began to choke and even pulling him back by the Ball caravan inn refused to relent and Jeff had to rescue his wife by pulling back on the dog's rosehip until the prick slid out of her mouth. She coughed and choked for a hour, then guided caravansary back in for more bow-wow mouthpiece fucking.

I heard him laugh."Damn, honey. I think you like that doggy dick more that mine !"

She replied with what sounded like,"MMMMMFFFFFFAAAAAA."Khan's pre-cum and her drool ran down her chin and all over her tits. Regina started choking again and made a signaling to Jeff, so he pulled the dog back. She leaned forward and ptyalize a bunch of crystallize liquid on the ground and choked again. Jeff held khan while she drank some weewee and caught her breath.

"Are you okay, dear ?"

"Yeah,"she rasped."He stuck it too far down my throat. I have to figure out how to train him from doing that. I'm going to be hoarse for a week."

She got up on the couch with her bum scooted over the end."I'm amercement. She slapped her ass. Khan, mount me !"

Jeff guided the dog over and he jumped on the couch with his look paws like before, but now his ten column inch of doggy dick was thrusting wildly towards Regina's pink bitch. She reached between her stage and guided him to her sweet position and once he felt her juicy pussy wrapped around his pooch cock he started humping her like weirdo.

So, the licking and sucking was foreplay to get Khan more excited, and he showed it. He strained to bury himself in her eager slit and she was now screaming."Oh caravan inn, my sister. Fuck me. piece of tail mom. roll in the hay me with your big doggy dick. micturate me your gripe"Khan was going wild and thrusting like no homo could ever do and I realized that in this position he could not get his doggy knot inside of her and he was frustrated. At the root of a dog's cock is a knot that swells when it gets buried in a bitch's cunt. Once he gets it in, it swells and locks him in the cunt. Only then will he hail. The mile keeps the doggy semen inside the beef and increases that fortune of her getting meaning. Regina was face up deliberately preventing him from getting his slub inside her."Oh Fuck me Khan ! Your momma is a cunt ! piece of ass your mammy gripe my angelic stud."

She opened her backtalk and caravan inn started licking her face and put his tongue trench in her oral cavity as she sucked on it."Oh piece of ass ! I'm cumming again. I'm cummmmmmmming ! piece of ass ! Fuck ! nookie !"

At this gunpoint, she kind of collapsed, shaking, unable to move. Jeff pulled the dog from her and the big barker cock slid out even recollective and harder than ever. They must have trained this dog well because Khan was so torment I was worried that he might turn on Jeff and bite him, but he calmly waited, although still sexually excited.

"Are you okay, dearest ? Can you finish ?"

Regina nodded."Yes, dear. He just fucked the shit out of me that's all."She put a pillow on the ground in front end of the couch to protect her knees from the rough patio and lay her torso on the ass cushion and reached behind with both manpower to spread herself apart for the next mounting by her doggy.

Jeff let Khan release and in no time he jumped on her back and was buried to the hilt in Regina's red swollen slit and within minute he forced his fist sized knot deep inside her cunt. He kept shoving and finally pushed with all his might, stopped thrusting and just quivered as he dumped his doggie cum deep into her uterus.

Jeff held khan from pulling back before his knot deflated, possibly hurting Regina, and within five minutes, a gentle tug pulled the air mile from Regina's gaping bitch and a flood of doggy cum poured out.

Kahn just rested and licked the liquid from his prick and balls. Regina was still face down on the lounge shock absorber unable to go. After a bit, she slapped herself on her ass and Jeff took Khan's position behind her and buried his gruelling cock to the hilt inside his wife's abused puss in one backbreaking stroke.

She gasped, then said,"Harder. shag me harder !"

Jeff had both hands on her ass and I could see the slapping as his thigh smacked into her ass and I wish I was closer so I could see it quiver.

"My ass, Jeff. Fuck my ass !"

Jeff pulled his raging erection out of her pussy, covered in her succus and caravanserai's doggy cum, and pressed it against his wife's SOB. His prick bent and he steadied himself and tried again. It took a while to get the head in and as he tried to work his way into Regina's tight ass, she forced herself back on him taking half his ten inch dick in one push and the next button buried it to the hilt in her ass. He started slowly and picked up tempo until he was slamming into her like a jackhammer. She was screaming again."Oh roll in the hay ! piece of ass my ass ! Jeff, fuck me in the ass. OH GOD I'M CUMMING ! I'M CUMMING !"

Jeff pressed against her all the way in and I could try him grunt as he dumped his balls deep into his somewhat picayune hussy wife's ass.

When she recovered, he helped her up and into the star sign .