2017 Latest bestiality stories: Daniel Wolf – by Wolfen1. After loss of his family Dan Wolf departs for an extended camping trip. All my life I had been a hunter and fisherman but the past few years I had not been able to pursue my past times. Now that I am almost alone, who knows
2017 Latest bestiality stories: Daniel Wolf – Chapter 1
– by Wolfen1
Fantasy, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Older Male / Female
I am seventy years old. I have had a full life but now…I have buried my Wife and my son and his wife and son. They were on the way home from my Grandson’s football game when a semi tried to dodge a deer and hit them head on. The only survivor was the truckers wife who was asleep in the sleeper. My family never knew what hit them. Only my Grand Daughter is left and she is in college, tomorrow she goes back and I will be alone.
I gave Cassie my wife’s car, I had no need for it and I still had my Pick-up. That’s all I would ever need. I wave as she backs out, eyes still red from crying. She offered to quit college and to stay with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the next long weekend or Holiday and she would call once a week
As I watched her pull away it was like my heart strings were being tugged but I couldn’t let Cassie know. She needed to live her own life. Besides I was already planning a camping trip. But before I left I would write a letter to Cassie…I mean you never know… this is the last Will and Testament of Daniel Wolf….
That night while making my list of what I would need,I thought back to my youth. My wife, Mazie and I had grown up together. She was the typical girl next door. We graduated high school, her near the top of the class and me near the bottom.
She had scholarships to college and we agreed she had to go. And me I received a letter that started out “Greetings” I didn’t even know where Vietnam was but I soon learned. I was lucky three years and a chest full of medals later I was home. When I left for the Army I was 6′ tall and weighed 165 pounds. And now over 50 years later I am still 6′ and weigh 200# My wife always called me her burly bear. I have shoulder length hair black streaked with grey. Not because I like long hair, just to lazy to get it cut.
Mazie met me at the airport and brought me, not home as I had expected, but to the High School gym. It was Homecoming night and they honored a few of us who had been to war. Great to live in a small town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie…. She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three weeks later we tied the knot….
In the Garage was a pack that was always ready to go. It contained a small tent and a double sleeping bag. Bricks of ammo. I carried a .30 cal pistol and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a home made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade pistol grip. To some of you this may seem like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my Fathers. He told me one day I would need it.
That day came, one day when I was deer hunting I walked upon a wild boar. I swiveled the shotgun and pulled the trigger a full load of double ought buck shot slammed into that pig. When he dropped it was less than 3 feet from my leg. I still shiver when I think about it.
I also had a break down fishing rod. When put together it was only 6′ long but I had caught a lot fish on it. I also had a packet of 12 lures. The rest of the space was taken with cooking items including Coffee, lots of Coffee. I would also be pulling a small cart, loaded with things I would need. I expected a long stay. After all I had no reason to hurry home to an empty house.
It was a two day trek from where I would leave the truck till I arrived at my cabin along the river. My Dad and I had built the Cabin over 60 years ago. Every weekend we would haul in the things we would need then when we were ready Dad took a two week Vacation and we built the Cabin. Later we even added running water. We had built a water wheel in a pool fed by a spring which flowed to the river. We piped it with pvc pipe and built a storage tank. We used a float valve and a divert-er. Which made the water flow straight to the river when not in use.
Damn everything drags up memories, Dad had been gone for over twenty years and Mom was right behind him. Lots of memories of growing, fishing the river and hunting these woods and we were always improving the cabin.
The road I was on was an old logging road it was definitely 4-wheel drive access. I went around a curve and saw the shed where we always left our vehicle. The lock was still on it but there was a pine tree across the roof. I reached into the camper-shell and pulled out the small chain saw I always carried . In a few minutes the pine tree was gone.
I took a few more minutes to cut up the tree and left it stacked. When I finished my camping trip I would have me a ready made stack of fire wood. As I thought about it I could have brought my ATV and I would have been at the cabin in about an hour. But no half the fun is the walk in.I guess you could say the communing with nature.
I prepared my pack the scabbard for the rifle was under my pack with the rifle butt with in easy reach. I set up my tent and fixed a bit of supper and planned an early start in the morning. I know it seems like a lot of things to be packed in …but still doesn’t match the pack a soldier carries every day.
Also in this series:
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 2
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 3
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 4
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 5
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 6: Lusan's Story
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 7: Marlu
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 8
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 9
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 10
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 11: Leaf's story
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 12
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 13
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 14
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 15
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 16
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 17
- Daniel Wolf - Chapter 18