Trent’s Adventure 1

by Smoove Runna.
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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 he never said anything and didn’t play favorites. He was impressed that you chose to study Forest Management instead of business, finance, or the 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 a master’s degree or a Ph.D., I could always teach.

The lawyer took 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 the 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 you. 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 issued 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 miles 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 a 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 workbench 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 fluorescent 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 I 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 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 by my bookshelves 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 t-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 them 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 ten or twelve months, which is what most of our clients 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 electricity, all I needed was a way to dispose of the gray and black wastewater. 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 homemade 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 reached 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 master’s degree 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 truly 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 tigerwood. 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 greenwood 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 in shorts, a 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, and 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 t-shirt. When she opened the door to get into the pickup truck, I got a look at the 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 school’s 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 an 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-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 boner, my pre-cum would leave a silver dollar spot in my undies. One night’s stands were never my thing. I enjoyed 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 tried 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? A 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 identifying 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 backroom 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 chaise 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 pull 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 than 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 spat 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 were 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 the 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 the 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.

*****

Back in the trailer, I popped a beer to think about what I had just witnessed. Checking my watch, I estimated that Jeff, Regina, and Khan had been going at it for over forty minutes. Damn, her poor pussy must be sore, not to mention her ass and throat. She had just taken Jeff and Khan’s dick in every hole, although the doggy dick didn’t penetrate her ass as Jeff did. When I was out on the property, I tried not to take my phone. We had decent cell service, but I enjoyed not having to respond to every beck and call, although sometimes a week went by without a single call or message.

My solitude was important to me, and other than my ex-girlfriend and my two best male friends, the guys I let bang Petra, I really didn’t have any friends. My mom and dad and two younger sisters texted sometimes, but they mostly used social media to keep in touch. My peeping was bad enough, but if I had my phone, I would have been tempted to record a video of Regina getting humped by her big dicked dog. Even without the video, I felt my erection start, and soon my shorts were around my ankles, and I blew a load all over my chest, hand, and the God Damn upholstery. Really? They loan me their practically brand new camper, and I shoot my jizz on the couch. What an asshole.

I must admit I was a little weirded out but turned on by how calmly Jeff accepted his wife being a bitch for his prime stud dog. It was something I had never thought of before. There were stories about horny girls and boys on the farm with no one to take out their sexual frustration on but the animals, but I always thought that they were just stories. Now I wasn’t so sure.

A confident, educated woman had been taken by her husband and a big dog and reduced to a sexual wreck so completely that Jeff had to help her walk into the house. With her fair skin, I could see that her entire vulva was bright red from the abuse that she obviously craved.

Would I ever be interested in a girl like that? What if my wife confessed that she wanted to play bitch and suck and fuck a dog? How would I react? I’ve been in threesomes before starting in high school—both MFF with my girlfriend and her best friend, both bisexual. And MMF with her and a few of my closest buddies. I really enjoy MMF threesomes because there is nothing so sexy as a girl on her hands and knees with one guy fucking her from behind while she sucks on a dick. And, of course, the old double penetration with her cowgirl on top of one guy and the other dick up her ass.

That is classic. But doggy sex? I wasn’t so sure. Would my ex from back then consider doggy sex? She never had a threesome until I invited one of my best friends, Brian, to join us. If I had known how big his dick was, I might have had a second thought. Lacy was a petite, blond surfer girl, and taking my dick inside of her pussy took a bunch of foreplay, and even then, it wasn’t easy until I got it all the way in before she loosened up. I guess if Brian and I got her heated up and suggested something with a doggy, she might consider it, but what about Brian? He was waylaid back and accepting of about anything.

At the first threesome, Lacy and I stopped by the house he was watching for his older brother, who was out of town. Lacy was wearing an outrageously sexy bikini. She had a friend who wanted to be a designer and make custom swimsuits for her. When Lacy went to the bathroom, I turned to him.

“She pretty hot. Do you think so too?”

“Oh hell yes. You hit the jackpot with her, that’s for sure,” he said.

“Well, guess what? Last week I asked her if she was up to having a threesome, and she invited her best friend Amanda over, and we did it all afternoon. I couldn’t get them to do each other, being best friends and all that. I think Lacy was open to trying it, but Amanda was a little shy. She did like fucking, though. I don’t think to see ever had a real man before. I kept bumping into her cervix, so I had to short shaft her.”

“Oh, man. That is so fucking hot!”

“So, since she was so nice about letting me fuck Amanda, I asked her if she wanted a guy, guy, girl threesome. Guess what she said?”

“I have a feeling you are going to tell me anyway,” Brian said.

Lacy said she would really like to be with two guys at the same time if it were me, and how did she put it? I’ve always thought about your friend Brian. Do you think he would like to fuck me?”

When Lacy came back, I got her to sit on the couch between us, wearing only her tiny bikini. I kissed her and started feeling up her boobs, but I could tell she and Brian were shy and a little embarrassed, so when Brian offered to get us all something to drink, I used the opportunity to speak to Lacy.

She whispered, “I don’t think he wants to do it.”

I said, “He’s just shy. When he gets back, I’ll go to the bathroom. You take him into the bedroom, pull his pants down and start sucking his cock. I promise he will not resist.”

Brian brought back a jug of orange juice and a bottle of sparkling wine. We had a couple of drinks and started to loosen up. When I started stroking Lacy’s pussy over her bikini bottom, she spread her legs and moaned. I excused myself and waited for about five minutes, and when I checked the bedroom, she was on her knees and sucking on the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. I chuckled. This was going to get interesting. I stopped at the doorway.

“I see you two are getting acquainted. I’m making myself another drink. I’ll be back in a few.”

They were still nervous, and I didn’t want to disturb them until they were both too horny to stop. When I went back, Lacy was on her back with her legs spread, and Brian was easing his monster dick in and out of my pretty little girlfriend. It was the first threesome for us all, except for Lacy, Amanda, and me, but it was the start of a pretty regular thing. When Brian met Karen, it wasn’t long before we would spend entire weekends at their apartment. Karen was a pussy lover and couldn’t keep her face out of Lacy’s crotch.

Why was I even thinking about it? There were no girls I knew to even ask out, much less wonder if she liked threesomes or doggy sex. I was really going to have to find a way to meet girls. There were no places in town besides the grocery store, the gas station, and bunches of churches.

That problem was solved when Regina rang me up and invited me to a pool party and barbecue for the following Saturday.

“Just bring yourself a swimsuit and maybe a change of clothes.”

“Great! Although I would like to bring my special recipe baked beans.”

“Just be sure to bring enough. We have invited thirty people!”

The closest Walmart was Atlanta, so I hit the Food Lion for supplies.

The party was at one o’clock, but cars started arriving before then. I waited until one-thirty and put the beans in the basket tied to the rack on the back of the trail bike with my gym bag containing spare clothes.

The front door was wide open, so I just walked in. Regina squealed when she saw me and gave me a big hug wearing only a green microkini that barely covered her nipples and pussy. I could see some of her trimmed red pubes peeking out the sides and felt her little nubby nipples against my chest. I gave her a peck on the cheek, and she led me out to the pool patio and showed me the table with the other food. I set the beans down, and Jeff was already giving me a bro hug with one arm while holding a long neck in the other.

“Hey, Trent. Glad you could make it. Beers, water, and cokes are in the coolers. The hard stuff is over there. What can I get you?”

“A beer would be perfect.”

I twisted off the top of my bud long neck and took a nice pull.

“Let me introduce you to some people.” At the grill, he said, “Trent, this is Mason. He is a good man to have on the grill. Mason, this is my neighbor Trent.”

He led me around, and I swear I did not know there were this many pretty people in the entire county and if so, Jeff must have invited them all. “This is my sister Amy.”

In front of me, the resemblance was unmistakable, but although she was tall and slender like Jeff, her features and body were perfect. Her long black hair was loose and flowed all the way to her butt crack. I am sure because she was wearing a black thong bikini and a tiny triangle top.

“Enchante,” I murmured as I kissed her offered hand.

Jeff laughed. “Smooth. Real smooth, Trent. Hey, make yourself at home. I’m going to see if Regina needs any help.”

As he walked away, I realized that he was wearing a skin-tight pair of boi shorts, not board shorts like mine, and the outline of his dick and ass cheeks were clearly visible.

When I looked back at Amy, she was smirking at me. I shrugged. “I guess I don’t get out much.”

She laughed. “So, why have we never met?”

“I’m brand new to the area. Just moved in a few weeks ago.”

She shook her cup, and the ice rattled. “Looks like I’m out. Would you make me drink? Absolute and tonic with lime?”

Like I was going to say no? I made two, and when I found her, she was sitting in a circle with several other people in sling chairs by the pool, and she patted the empty chair beside her. “Trent! Over here.”

Music started up, and I let the conversation flow around me as I looked around. I hadn’t been drinking more than a beer or two at a time for months, and I was feeling the buzz. My eyes closed for just a second to enjoy the sun on my face, then someone was shaking my arm. When I looked around, everyone was smiling at me, and there was a blond goddess standing in front of Amy and me, with a drink in one hand and the other on her hip. It was the girl from the grocery store. Holy Fuck.

She said, “Amy. Who is your friend?”

“Hey sleepyhead, wake up. This is Athena, Regina’s friend. Athena, this is Trent, our new next-door neighbor.”

She smiled at me with perfect white teeth and full pink lips. “Are we boring you, Trent? Should I get someone to tuck you into bed?” She raised her eyebrows provocatively.

“Amy. Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah. For the last fifteen minutes.”

“Oh. The company was so relaxing I couldn’t help it.”

While everyone chuckled, I checked out the goddess Athena. Appropriate name. She was of average height with natural blond hair and a knockout figure, in a one-piece suit that dared to be sexy with cutouts that exposed her tummy and back. And what a tummy. Her body was covered in a fine blond peach fuzz on her arms, legs, and tummy that was very sexy. I could see she had a full bush under her swimsuit, and some of it was peeking around her bikini line. She didn’t shave and didn’t need to.

When she flipped her head and wiped the hair from her face, I realized that she had a little more blond hair under her arms. She didn’t shave there either. That was rare. Most girls were fastidious with their pits, and I thought it was unfair that guys could have the ugliest armpit hair and would diss a girl that didn’t shave them clean. Personally, I trimmed mine almost to the skin, just leaving enough so that they didn’t itch and people didn’t think I was a sissy. Not that I really cared about what people think.

All this flashed through my mind in an instant before I came back to reality. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been working outdoors every day in the heat, and I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was. Would it be okay if I took a swim? That should help.”

“Amy waved her hand. Of course, Trent. Do whatever you like.”

I stood up and peeled off my shirt, and realized that Athena was still standing there. “Would you like to join me? Unless, of course, you are made of sugar and would melt. That would be a tragedy.”

Athena looked at Amy, who just waved her hand. “Go!”

The goddess set down her drink, kicked off her sandals, dove cleanly into the pool, and swam underwater to the other side. Amy studied me. “I think someone likes you.”

Athena was waiting on the other side of the pool with just her head above the water. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

I’m kind of a clown, so I gingerly stood on the first step and cried out, “It’s cold!” On the next step, I faked terror and clasped both hands over my junk as the water rose to meet them. I screamed and fell into the pool. When I surfaced, I doggy paddled over to Athena.

She shook her head. “You are so weird.” When she said ‘weird,’ it came out like veered. She pronounced the double-u like a vee. She did smile as she called me weird, so I guessed I was making some progress. Of course, a girl like her could get any guy she wanted, or girl, in a nanosecond, so I tried to be cool and get some information like was in a relationship or not.

She rose to the surface, and her boobs rose up out of the water, and I got to see her bulging vulva. She floated for a minute before her legs sank, and the rest followed. She looked at me. “Can you float?”

“No. I sink like a rock.” I leaned back attempted to float but sank even faster than she did.

“I’m too skinny to float. Muscles and bones sink. You need a little body fat to float. I’m not surprised that you can’t float either. Do you do sports?”

“No sports. Hiking, biking, and working out at the gym. Plus, the chores around the farm burn a ton of calories.”

We swam a while, and when we got out, we walked over to the outdoor shower. Athena pulled the chain, felt the water, and told me to wait. In less than a minute, she got under to rinse then held the chain for me. That water was warm. “There is a solar heater, so you don’t have to freeze your balls again.”

After we dried off, I asked Athena, “Do you like coffee?

She shrugged. “Sure.”

“May I make you one?”

There was a full coffee pot in the kitchen and an espresso maker, coffee liquor from the bar, and a can of whipped cream in the kitchen. I put one-third coffee, one-third espresso, and one-third Kahlua into each mug and topped it with whipped cream.

She took a deep sip. “MMM That is good. What’s it called?”

“I don’t know. I just like it.”

“Me too.”

She looked at me. “What’s so funny?”

Across her top lip was a thick whipped cream mustache. I pointed at my lip. She saw her reflection in a mirror. “Well. Don’t just stand there. Lick it off.”

Fuck! Did she really say that? Before she could change her mind, I leaned forward and gently licked her lip clean, then pulled back.

Athena pointed at my mug. “Now you.”

I took a deep slurp making sure to get lots of whipped cream on both my lips. She leaned forward and licked me clean, then her lips were on mine, and we started kissing. I set my mug on the counter behind me, and she set hers down too without opening her eyes. I put my hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around my neck as we ground our faces together. We were still in our swimsuits, and as she pressed me against the counter, our bodies merged, and I could feel her full boobs pressing on my chest. I was worried that she would feel my erection, but before I could do anything about it, her legs were outside of mine, and she was pressing her vulva against my rapidly swelling member.

By now, she was running her tongue all over inside of my mouth and across my teeth. I’m a little self-conscious about my big tongue, but when I slipped into her mouth, she sucked on it eagerly. Then she gently broke the kiss and pushed herself away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m not a slut. We were having a good time, and I got carried away. It’s not right to tease you like that.” She was genuinely worried.

I stroked her cheek. “Hey. It’s okay. I understand. That was the nicest thing that has happened to me in a long time. Obviously, I’m attracted to you and whatever you want to do or don’t want to do is fine with me.”

She smiled and kissed me. “Thanks. I’m going to change into dry clothes. Meet me outside later?”

“I’ll be around.”

Gym bag in hand, I changed in the bathroom into a pair of canvas shorts and a short-sleeved button-down but left it open. The urge to jack off was strong, but I was still a stranger and shooting my load in the sink while fantasizing about one of the party guests would officially be deemed creepy, so I just sucked it up and tried to will my stiffy into submission. Besides, the door leading outside was only frosted glass, and the last thing I wanted everyone to see was my silhouette wanking away on me.

With two fresh vodka and tonics, I took a seat on the same outdoor couch I saw Regina get fucked on just a few days ago. I hoped they wiped it down since then. When Athena appeared, my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing a white semi-sheer handkerchief dress with nothing on underneath but a white thong. When her eyes found mine, she walked over in sandals and settled in beside me.

“You look beautiful,” I said.

She smiled. “Thanks. For me?” She picked up her drink and sipped it. “Perfect. So, how do you know Jeff and Regina?”

“Well. I don’t, really. But I live over there.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder towards the creek. “And since I’m the new neighbor, they have kind of adopted me. What about you? Amy said you are Regina’s friend.”

“Yes. I’m very fond of Regina. When I came here, my first time in America, she was very kind to me. We have been close ever since. I took a gap year and came to get out of the winter in Germany and visit my aunt and uncle who have a farm near here.”

“Ah. That explains your accent. Your English is perfect, but you still have a little bit of an accent. It’s nice.” Since she had shared with me, I felt I should share also. “Right after I graduated from college, my grandfather got sick, and I took care of him for three months until he passed away. He left me the property on the other side of the creek. There is no house on it, so I’m sleeping in a camper for now. I’m trying to figure out what to do next.”

Her hand was warm when she put it on my arm. “I’m sorry about your grandfather. I’m lucky. I have all four of mine in Germany.” She changed the subject. “Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

Mason offered us chicken, ribs, and steak. Since most of the others had eaten, neither of us felt guilty about a steak, baked potatoes, and some beans. We went back to the sofa, and I couldn’t get the image of Regina getting drilled right where we were sitting out of my head. The steaks were rib eyes, my favorite, and cooked to a perfect medium-rare. When Athena took a spoonful of beans, she moaned. “Oh my God! The beans are fantastic. Have you tried them?”

Honesty is the best policy unless it’s not. “Yeah. I had to try them when I made them.”

She stared at me. “Are you kidding? They are great!”

“I’ll be right back” I returned with two glasses of Merlot and handed one to Athena.

“Mmm. Thanks. That’s perfect.”

“So, what makes your beans so special?” She seemed genuinely interested, So I told her.

“I was in the out islands of the Bahamas when a hurricane struck and sank my sailboat. When I made it to shore, a local family took me in. The island was destroyed, and the airstrip was covered in six feet of hurricane debris. We were low on food, and the only things we had left were some canned soup, a pound of salt pork, dried beans, and whatever onions and peppers they had harvested from their garden before the storm hit. I rendered down the salt pork, but it made the beans so salty I had to add brown sugar and molasses before it was edible. The sugar and salt cancel each other out and give the beans a lot of flavors.”

We finished eating and sat back in silence. My mind wandered. Gap year? I’m no yokel. A gap year is between high school and college and is more popular in Europe than in America. That would make Athena seventeen or eighteen. Holy shit. I thought she was—I don’t know what I thought. Fuck. To find out, I asked what I thought was an innocent question. “So, after your gap year, do you have plans?”

“Not really. I have been accepted to several universities, but I’m not sure what I want to study—either healthcare, social sciences, or psychology. Either way, I have to decide soon. School starts in a few months.”

If she was taking a gap year before her master’s, she would have already chosen a major, so he must be fresh out of high school. Fuck me. And she is leaving in the fall? Can my luck suck any worse? “What would you like to do now?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Could we walk over and see your property? I could use a little exercise.”

I led her around the side of the house to the trail bike. It was large enough for two. I sat on it and said, “Hop on!” Athena wrapped her arms around my waist, and we sped down the driveway, across the bridge, and down the path alongside the creek. From there, I cut onto a path that led to my camp. I pulled up, and we got off.

“Can I get you something to drink? Water, iced tea, beer, or wine. I don’t have anything stronger, and I’m not sure I should even be letting you drink if you are only eighteen.”

She shrugged. “Just a little wine would be nice. I don’t drink often. Just a little at parties.”

I opened a bottle of pinot noir, and when I came out, she was in a sling chair and had lit a couple of the citronella candles on the little table in front of her. To have a girl this beautiful sitting with me like this was enough to stab me in the heart.

After a few sips, she asked, “How far back does your property go?”

“Well. Jeff and Regina have ten acres. This property is nearly one hundred acres.”

“We have many trees in Germany, but not in Berlin where I live.”

I took her hand and pulled her into my lap, and soon we were kissing like lost lovers. I wanted to feel her breasts, but she made it clear that it would not be welcome. After half an hour, we were both panting and clearly on the verge of something. “I think I should take you back now. It’s getting late.” We went back in the truck, and I went inside to make my thanks and goodbyes to Jeff and Regina. They looked at us with some curiosity, but not much.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“No. I have my uncle’s jeep.” I walked her to it, and when she was buckled up, I gave her a quick kiss good night. “I had a wonderful time. I hope you did too.”

She smiled. “Of course I did.” and pulled away.

The phone rang at eight Sunday morning. It was Regina. “Hey, cowboy. Come over to breakfast. You forgot your swimsuit and bean dish.”

When I pulled in the drive, I saw Athena’s jeep and a little red Alfa Romeo coupe. Regina greeted me at the door in an apron over a skimpy tank top and a pair of panties. Seated at the table was Jeff, his sister Amy and Athena. The Alfa must be Amy’s. “Good morning!” I called out.

As we chatted, I asked Amy how long she planned to stay.

“I took tomorrow off, but I have to be back in Marietta for work on Tuesday.”

“Oh. What do you do there? If I may ask?”

“It’s fine. I’m a dentist. A DDS.”

I dropped my fork and stared.

“I am Jeff’s big sister.”

At nine, Athena stood up and said, “I have to go. I promised my aunt and uncle I would go to church with them.” I walked her out, kissed her goodbye, and returned to the house to three pairs of eyes, all waiting for an explanation.

I held up my hands. “I know. I know. I know she’s eighteen and is going back to school in a couple of months. We kissed, held hands, and talked. She made it clear that’s all she wants, and when a girl says no, I respect that. I promise I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Amy looked at me. “Then why did you make out with her in the kitchen window where everyone could see. We thought we were going to have to hose you two down.”

“That was totally unexpected. We were goofing around and got carried away. Once I realized she was eighteen, I only let her have a half glass of wine, then I brought her back here. I swear.”

Regina said. “Okay. That’s what she said too. She is like a little sister to me, and I would hate to see her get hurt. So, what are your plans for today?” The way she said it was a little too casual.

“Oh, I was planning on working on the machines. Check the oil, coolant, and stuff. I may take down a small tree next week to see if everything works.” Bullshit. I wasn’t planning on doing anything on a Sunday. I never do.

Jeff stood up. Well, before you go, I need to show you something. He took me into his home office. It was filled with computers and big-screen displays, color laser printers, and a bunch of other high-tech stuff. He pointed me to the couch and sat in his executive chair. “Trent. We have a problem.”

I shrugged. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe. When I met Regina, she was in a dorm, and I had a townhouse off campus with my first Weimaraner named Ghost. When we got serious, I asked her to live with me. I had a couple of cameras inside that would detect motion while I was out instead of a burglar alarm, and one day my phone pinged that there was motion in the living room when no one should have been home. I looked on my phone and could not believe what I saw.”

He moved his mouse, clicked an icon, and a high res image filled the screen. You couldn’t see her face, but a red-haired girl was on the living room carpet sucking his dog’s dick.

“Okay,” I said. “But what does that have to do with me?”

He moved the mouse, and two big-screen displays mounted on the wall sprang to life. Sixteen digital camera feeds on each display for a total of thirty-two cameras, all showing his property.

I shrugged again. “I still don’t follow.”

He moved the mouse again. This time the image was the red-haired girl bent over a footstool, and the dog was now fucking her from behind. The image was clear. It was Regina. He moved the mouse again, and it showed me on the corner of the property peeking out from behind a tree, and the last image he showed was me behind a tree with my dick in my hand as I watched him and his wife having sex with Khan on the patio.

Jeff looked at me. “Now you see the problem.”

 

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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