Trent Wendle has recently completed his B.S. in Forestry Management and is surprised to discover that his grandfather has left him nearly one hundred acres of undeveloped land in Norther Georgia near the Tennessee boarder. He goes there and meets his neighbors, a young couple that have a dog breeding business on their ten acres next door to his property. He gets to know them in many ways.
We begin nearing the end of Trent’s first summer after college graduation.
This story is intended for open minded adults only and has themes of bestiality, 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 degree in Forestry Management my grandfather took sick. He had been complaining of a bad back, but the doctors could find nothing wrong because it wasn’t his back; it was cancer. There was nothing to do, and he lasted three more months and I won’t go into the details.
I stayed with him the entire time at his waterfront home on Lake Lanier.
The funeral was on a Saturday and I was surprised when my father asked me to stay after and meet with the family lawyer. My dad was the oldest son and family traditions dictated that he had more decision-making power than my aunts and uncles.
“Trent.” The layer said. “Your grandfather Jake left you something in his will.” His name was Jonathan, but everyone called him Jake. This was highly irregular. Grandchildren were never included in the wills, everything was passed down one generation at a time to keep the kids 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 bunch also as a general contractor speciating in custom log homes.
“Why me? Was there anyone else?” I asked
“No. You were always his favorite, although never said anything and didn’t play favorites. He was impressed that you chose to study Forest Management instead of business, finance or law.”
I knew my choice would not make 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 papers from a file and read them aloud. What they said was that Grandpa Jake left me almost one hundred acres of land on the Georgia/Tennessee line and a few thousand dollars he called ‘getting started money.’
With my ten thousand dollar graduation gift from him, it was the most money I ever had in my life. The Wendle family does not have a habit 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 work as long as we are in school but our allowances are barely enough to cover gas, groceries and occasional date.
“Hey dad? You know, with Grandpa sick and all I haven’t really thought about what vehicle I wanted for graduation. Would it be possible to have Jake’s truck?”
I had been driving Jake to doctors in it. A three-year-old Dodge four-wheel-drive pickup with a 6.7 liter Cummins Turbo Diesel with less than ten thousand miles and a topper on the back 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 favor that you don’t mention this to anyone in the family right away. It could create some jealousy.”
“Was this because I took care of Jake when he got sick?” 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 papers sent to your… What will be your new address? Boone is too far to run to pick up your mail.” Boone, NC, is where most of my immediate family lived.
“I’ll call you when I figure it out. I’m going to spend the night here and go check out the property first thing in the morning.”
At dawn, I tossed some camping gear in the back and headed north. I gathered my things and put the gun my grandpa gave me in my duffel. His government issue Colt .45 ACP officers pistol from when he served in Viet Nam.
It’s only fifty something miles, and I was there in less than two hours despite the winding two-lane roads and thirty mile per hour speed traps through small towns.
There was no mailbox, but there was a street number on a placard by the gate.
After locking the gate behind me, I motored about a quarter of mile along a single lane pack dirt road surrounded by trees until I came to a clearing. In the clearing was what looked like a forty foot shipping container and a steel roofed open building with a concrete floor. Under the roof was a portable sawmill and a case 580 front loader/ backhoe. The container was secured with a massive padlock and, since I had the keys, I checked it out. It was full of tools. Chain saws, winches, shovels, picks, power tools and had a work bench with a drill press, grinder and all in all it was a pretty impressive machine shop. I was surprised to find a light switch and was further surprised when the overhead florescent lights lamped up. I had not seen any power lines on the property. It was something I was going to have to investigate.
I got back in the truck and went up and down the road to get acquainted with the area. On the west side of the property was a stream that disappeared through a culvert under the road and continued on the other side. That would mark the property line on this side. Right next door was a modern ranch-style house, and the gate was open. I continued down the road and the next neighbor was three miles on the same side and no one else. The other side of the road had no buildings or houses because it was the border of the Chattahoochee National forest.
Heading east toward the nearest town, houses and farms became more prevalent until a small suburb appeared as I crossed into Blanesville. I bought some supplies and ice at the small grocery store but was reluctant to tell anyone about my business.
Since my only neighbors appeared to be the house next door, I decided to introduce myself. Sunday morning was as good a time as any. The gate was still open and the big Dodge diesel was in no way stealthy, so I wasn’t worried about creeping anyone out. I took my time heading for the front door and before I could ring the bell it opened. A woman 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 hands in front of me. “Hello. My name is Trent Wendle. My grandfather was Jonathan Wendle. He passed away recently and left me the property on the other side of the creek. I just wanted to make your acquaintance so that if you saw me over there that you wouldn’t be worried.”
“Oh dear. Hello Trent. Nice to meet you. I’m Regina. Sorry to hear about Jake. We knew he was sick and sent him a card. Please come in. My husband is in the kennel feeding the dogs.” She was about five seven, slender with a decent figure but her straight, shoulder length hair was the most perfect shade of red I have ever seen. Her skin was milky white without a single freckle to mar her perfect complexion. Her ass crack was clearly visible behind the robe, her hips 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 comfortable living room with a stone fireplace surrounded my book shelves filled with hundreds of hard cover books. She picked up a small handheld and keyed the mike. “Jeff honey? Could you please come up to the house?”
“May I get you something to drink? Coffee perhaps?”
She left to get me coffee and her husband came in the back room, kicked off his boots and greeted me in his socks, cargo shorts and a tee shirt. He was about my height, around six-one, but very skinny perhaps one sixty-five to my one ninety-five. With black rimmed glasses, a goofy haircut and a prominent adam’s apple, frankly he looked like a total nerd. I was shocked. I expected the husband of a raving beauty to be at least decent looking. This guy looked like he should be dating a homely girl, or worse, alone.
“Hello. I’m Jeff.”
I extended my hand. “Hello Jeff. I’m Trent 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 have been acquainted and it made me feel better. Regina arrived with three mugs of coffee, cream, and sugar. 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 little pointy with small pink puffy nipples. 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 chairs and everything. Jeff returned with three crystal rocks glasses and a bottle of Maker’s Mark, Jake’s favorite.
“Know it’s a little early for drinking,” he said as he poured an inch of amber liquid 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 chatter for the sake of it and I was grateful for the silence. My voice would have broken, and it was possible that I would start crying.
“What are your plans, Trent? Can we help you in any way? Your grandfather was a dear 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 take some time off. I graduated this summer and have been taking care of Jake until he passed. I may spend some time getting to know the property. Perhaps you know someone with a small travel trailer I could buy?”
Jeff looked at Regina and she nodded. They got up and Regina said, “Follow us.” Inside the big garage out back was a boat, a mud truck, and a twenty-four foot travel trailer.
“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 better than you think. Jake would stay with us when he was in town. We know quite a bit about the family. Would you like to take the grand tour? Unless you are in a hurry.”
Regina went back into the house, and Jeff led me to the kennels to finish feeding the dogs. “We breed Weimaraners, Bull Mastiffs, and our own breed we call the WeimarMastiff or WieMiffs for short. The weimaraners are hunters and need a lot of attention and activity. The mastiffs are guard dogs, docile at home 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 years with a host of health problems, including hip dysplasia, the Weimiffs have an expectancy of twelve or more years with practically no health problems. The other three breeds are popular and sell well, which keeps us in profits. We sell them as pups or train them until 10 or twelve months, which is what most of our client prefer.”
Jeff helped me hook the trailer up to my truck and get it backed under the storage area. Now I could grill outdoors without having to worry about rain. With water and electric all I needed was a way to dispose of the gray and black waste water. The camper was well equipped with pots, pans, utensils, sheets and blankets, but no perishable foods or personal items. It looked brand new and the generator only showed one hundred hours of run time.
They insisted that I come back for dinner around dusk, so I drove the Yamaha trail bike I found in the container through the pedestrian gate by the stream and pulled up to their porch. Jeff was in slacks and a button 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 thin and form fitting that I could see every feature of her lower body. The material went deep into her beautiful ass crack and the bulge of her prominent vulva was unmistakable. Her top was loose and large and once again, no bra. I don’t know how Jeff could be completely oblivious is to how sexy his wife was and how uncomfortable my erection was becoming. I hadn’t had sex in four months and this was practically torture.
We had Regina’s home made lasagna, salad and fresh bread with a very nice bottle of Chianti. I had a great time getting to know them although every time Regina reach across the table I got a view of side boob and often her entire tit.
After dinner we sat on the back covered patio sipping wine. Curiosity filled me, but I didn’t want to be rude and ask all the questions I had for them but Jeff answered many of them unasked.
“Regina and I met at school. I was finishing my Masters in CompSci and she was a senior in Veterinary Medicine. We got married after graduation. 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 happy 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 plat out the land in five-acre lots along the stream and build and sell luxury spec homes. He just never had the chance. The other thing that he wanted to do was to thin out the trees to keep the younger ones from getting stunted. The largest ones are worth a lot of money. Maples, some with bird's-eye, curly and tiger wood. Red oaks and hickory. You could start on that while you decide what to do. The storage carport is really intended to be a curing shack for the green wood to season.”
In the days to come, as I surveyed the property, I made an interesting discovery. The robe Regina was wearing the first time I met them was because during the day all she wore was a thong and a tiny bikini top unless the sun was overhead then she put on a hat and a long sleeve white shirt and left it unbuttoned to keep her fair skin protected. The first time I saw her dressed like that I was by the stream and was unsure if I should turn and go back, but she just waved and I could faintly hear her call, “Hi 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 boots. She also liked hats. Cute girly hats. The kind of hats you really need to know something about fashion to wear successfully. Regina was a very beautiful woman and although she must know it she was very open and friendly and the people in town seemed very fond of her.
Man, I thought, I really need to step up my game. If Jeff can catch a prize like that, maybe I could too. My college girlfriend was pretty hot. An athletic blond surfer girl from Melbourne, Florida but she enrolled in Columbia 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 sedate, and I didn’t know anyone.
My previous education had taught me to make detailed survey maps of the wilderness and I intended to create one for the entire property using a combination of google maps, satellite images, a handheld GPS and a program I had on my laptop. The days were a little long and sweaty in late summer and after a shower and dinner I would turn on the air conditioner and sleep peacefully. I had wrapped neon plastic tape around the largest of the trees that I intended to harvest first. Left to grow, they would block the sunlight and prevent the younger trees around them from coming to maturity. Even with the chain saws and backhoe the largest of the trees may be beyond my capability.
I avoided my next door neighbors. Although very friendly and welcoming, I didn’t want to impose. To combat my loneliness I went to town often to pick up various items to tune up and maintain the machinery I had found in the container. I had no idea how long things had been sitting idle 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 grocery store looking over my shopping list, when I saw her. She came out of the store holding two bags of groceries 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 twenties, natural blond with a body to die for. In shape, but she oozed female sexuality. She was wearing a pair of stretchy athletic shorts, sneakers and a tank top over a tight tee shirt. When she opened the door to get into the pickup truck I got a look at the most perfect ass I have ever seen in my life. The only girls I have ever seen with an ass like that were the girls on my schools volleyball team. It was so fucking sexy. She backed up the big four wheeler with total confidence and roared away down the road.
I jotted down the detail of the truck on my shopping list and intended to keep 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 make it nearly impossible. That included a drink it all blowjob every morning and sex nearly every night. My balls weren’t used to being this full and although I didn’t have wet dreams, after every erection my pre-cum would leave a silver dollar spot in my undies. One nights stands were never my thing. I enjoy courting a girl and getting to know them and was willing to invest the time in finding someone I would enjoy being around. Also, who wants to fuck a slut? Not me. I would rather seduce a shy librarian. A nerd with glasses 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 shoes with a killer body. When I became a teenager, 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 boob 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 remain a virgin until her wedding night. However, her logic dictated that oral and anal didn’t really count. Intercourse was the sole determining factor of virginity. After that, oh boy, it was off to the races. Go to the movies? Blowjob in the car. Parents out of the house for a few hours? On all fours eager to take it in the ass. I almost cried when she got engaged.
I continued my survey both marking the property and identify 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 stream. The dogs 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 house, and from here it looked like she was naked. Jeff came from the kennel with their number one Weimiff stud 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 great eyesight, but I was surprised to see her put little blue booties on Khan and was even more surprised 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 able to see them because of the way that the back room surrounded the covered 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 chase lounge and Khan had his nose buried in her crotch. Fuck. I went back into the woods and moved fifty yards closer. Peering from behind a large oak tree, I could clearly see Regina lying on her back with Khan licking away at her pussy while Jeff fed his impressive dick into her mouth. This was not my imagination. I could hear Regina cry out in delight. “Oh Yes Khan. Eat my pussy you nasty dog!”
With the sun nearly down and what light was light coming from behind me I ventured so close that I could see Khan’s big red doggy dick fully erect as he was performing doggy cunnilingus on his master’s wife. Regina had pulled her knees to her chest to allow him to lick her ass, and soon she was screaming. “Oh God. That’s it, boy, eat my ass. Stick that doggy tongue right up my asshole.”
Jeff was quiet and every time she stopped screaming he filled her mouth with his big dick. He may be skinny, but damn he was hung. I’m eight nice inches and he had me by at least two inches. Khan had been enjoying himself and now he stopped and started dancing around like he was impatient. 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 paws on the seat on each side over her head with his big doggy dick waving just inches from her face. She held him by his huge doggy balls and guided his big, red fuckstick right between her lips. Jeff adjusted Khan’s rear legs into the proper position and stood there watching his wife get face fucked by a big dog's huge dick. Khan got impatient and tried to fuck her face harder, and I realized why Regina was holding his balls. She could control him otherwise he would bury ten inches of doggy dick right down her throat.
I’m sure she is an accomplished cocksucker, but she was petite and I’ve never had a girl deep throat my eight inches much less ten inches of thick, slimy doggy dick. She began to choke and even pulling him back by the balls Khan refused to relent and Jeff had to rescue his wife by pulling back on the dog’s hips until the dick slid out of her mouth. She coughed and choked for a minute, then guided Khan back in for more doggy mouth 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 signal to Jeff, so he pulled the dog back. She leaned forward and spit a bunch of clear liquid on the ground and choked again. Jeff held Khan while she drank some water and caught her breath.
“Are you okay, honey?”
“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 fine. She slapped her ass. Khan, mount me!”
Jeff guided the dog over and he jumped on the couch with his front paws like before, but now his ten inches of doggy dick was thrusting wildly towards Regina’s pink cunt. She reached between her legs and guided him to her sweet spot and once he felt her juicy pussy wrapped around his doggy cock he started humping her like crazy.
So, the licking and sucking was foreplay to get Khan more excited, and he showed it. He strained to bury himself in her eager pussy and she was now screaming. “Oh Khan, my baby. Fuck me. Fuck mommy. Fuck me with your big doggy dick. Make me your bitch” Khan was going wild and thrusting like no human 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 base of a dog’s dick 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 pussy. Only then will he come. The knot keeps the doggy semen inside the bitch and increases that chance of her getting pregnant. Regina was face up deliberately preventing him from getting his knot inside her. “Oh Fuck me Khan! Your mommy is a bitch! Fuck your mommy bitch my sweet stud.”
She opened her mouth and Khan started licking her face and put his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked on it. “Oh Fuck! I’m cumming again. I’m cummmmmmmming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
At this point, she kind of collapsed, shaking, unable to move. Jeff pulled the dog from her and the big doggy dick slid out even longer and harder than ever. They must have trained this dog well because Khan was so frustrated I was worried that he might turn on Jeff and bite him, but he calmly waited, although still sexually excited.
“Are you okay, Honey? 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 of the sofa to protect her knees from the rough patio and lay her torso on the seat cushion and reached behind with both hands to spread herself apart for the next mounting by her doggy.
Jeff let Khan loose and in no time he jumped on her back and was buried to the hilt in Regina’s red swollen pussy and within minutes 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 doggy 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 knot from Regina’s gaping cunt and a flood of doggy cum poured out.
Kahn just rested and licked the liquid from his dick and balls. Regina was still face down on the sofa cushion unable to move. After a minute, she slapped herself on her ass and Jeff took Khan’s position behind her and buried his hard cock to the hilt inside his wife’s abused puss in one hard stroke.
She gasped, then said, “Harder. Fuck me harder!”
Jeff had both hands on her ass and I could hear the slapping as his thighs 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 juice and Khan’s doggy cum, and pressed it against his wife’s asshole. His cock 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 push 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 Fuck! Fuck 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 hear him grunt as he dumped his balls deep into his pretty little slut wife’s ass.
When she recovered, he helped her up and into the house.