Young, Wicked and Delicious…A Divine Trilogy – Part 1.

Characters – Ian, myself, a divorced/no kids, cattle rancher 46 years old.

Jo, a 26 year old ‘lesbian’ real estate agent who is raising her older sisters two children since their parents were killed when they were only a few years old, Jess, now 12 years old and Abby, now thirteen years old. Samantha, a 19 year old ‘lesbian’ and Jo’s part time nanny and lover.

Part 1.

I had decided it was a good time to increase my landholding and expand my herd which is how I came to be sitting in Jo’s office, for the second time in a month, 100 miles from home and admiring her tight little ass as she bent over to retrieve my file from the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. I had met her there previously for her to drive me the 15 miles out to a 6,000acre ranch I was interested in to have a look over it. The old fella that owned it was selling up and retiring as his wife was very ill, she had in fact passed a week before I inspected the property a month ago. It was a little further from home than I would have preferred but, unlike a lot of old ranchers, old Burt had kept all the buildings, fences, machinery and ranch house in good order with most being renewed in the last 20 years, the house was a sprawling 5 bedroom affair with a large yard and swimming pool built just 6 years ago. It had a large capacity irrigation bore for water to supply the house and all the paddocks with all the piping underground, very neat and efficient.

“Ok Ian, your bank transfer has come through this morning, old Burt wanted to do the handover out at the ranch so you could satisfy yourself everything is still as it was when you inspected last month”, “sounds good” I replied, “I reckoned old Burt was old school decent so I don’t expect there will be anything out of place” as we left the office and climbed into her truck. It was a pretty decent road out to the ranch with only the occasional pot hole which Jo didn’t seem too inclined to put much effort into avoiding, I happened to be looking at her as I answered a question when she hit the first one which I noticed made her firm little titties kinda vibrate rather than bounce, needless to say I made sure I had something to say to her whenever I saw another pot hole coming up!, damn, I thought, I sure would love to have a nibble on those little beauties as my eight and a half inch cock began to stir my Levi’s. I never wear underpants as they just too damn uncomfortable but was thinking perhaps I should have!

As we turned off the main road into the ranch and drove the mile up to the top of the rise where the house stood I was thankful the driveway was smooth and I was able to will my cock back to semi hardness at least and rearrange it somewhat as I climbed out of Jo’s truck. Burt appeared and at his insistence we took a walk through the sheds and outbuildings then the house, I shook Burt’s hand and said, “I’m more than happy with everything, this place is a credit to you, if you’re happy I’m ready to sign on the dotted line”. “Yup” replied Bert, “I’m good to go too”, sitting at the dining table Jo supervised the final formalities then we followed Burt out to his truck. He climbed in and whistled for his dog and called “C’mon Giver, time for us to move on”, ‘Giver’ appeared from the side of the house yard and leapt into the back and Burt headed off down the driveway. “Odd name for a dog” I remarked to Jo, what’s his breeding you reckon”, “Yeh it is” she replied, “I think Burt told me he’s Ridgeback/Lab cross from memory. We climbed into Jo’s truck and headed back to town as well.

“Thank you for your business” said Jo as we stopped in front of her office, “be sure to call if you need anything else, guess I’ll be seeing you around from time to time.” “Sure will,” I replied, “thank you for making it all go smoothly, I’ll be staying around for a week or so, got a bit of work to do out there before I head home and organise to truck some cattle across here”. As I didn’t intend hiring anyone to manage the new ranch, I had put a local business on notice that I’d be wanting some things done so called on them to confirm the job was good to go. My plan was to have all the water infrastructure equipped with cloud-based monitoring equipment so I could turn thing on and off remotely as needed, get alerts to any breakdowns etc and keep an eye on things from home and only come over when I needed to attend to cattle work etc. While it was a pretty safe area, I also wanted security cameras I could access from home installed in and around the house, sheds and paddocks.

The contractors arrived next morning and we got stuck in. It was on the third morning as I was fixing breakfast I came to the conclusion that this big rambling house would be wasted with me only living in it for brief periods when I came across, there was a small self-contained single bedroom building attached to the machinery shed that would suit me better I mused so I resolved to drop into Miss Hard Tits’ office that day and see if she could find a family that might want to rent it. As the contractors where all but finished the installs and this morning and would be running all the tests on the system I stayed with them to learn the process then headed into town. “Hi Ian” said Jo with a concerned look on her face as I walked into her office, “is everything OK”. “Don’t stress” I replied, “its all perfect, I just wanted to have a chat about an idea I have”. “That’s good to hear” she replied, “you sit yourself down there and I’ll make us some coffee then we can talk.” She disappeared into another room and returned with a couple of mugs of coffee, handed one to me and sat back down, took a couple of sips, and asked “rightio, let’s hear this idea” she said. “Well, I came to the conclusion that the massive house out there is kinda wasted on me, the times I will be there I’m going to be busy enough doing other jobs without having to keep the house in order too, that little worker’s unit is more than enough for me so I’m wondering if you know any decent families that might like to rent it”. I watched as Jo pursed her lips as she took a sip….. then another….damn I thought, would be mighty nice havin her purse those sweet lips around my knob! Jo put her mug down, leant forward and said, “reckon I might just know a family to fit the bill, how much would you be wanting to for it?”. “Well, seeing as how it’s not really about the money but about having someone living there keeping it and the yard in shape, I reckon half what the going rate is fair, the house has separate power meter so they pay their power, I’m pumping water for stock anyway so no charge for water. From what I’ve seen its pretty much fully furnished and I noticed a school bus goes past the front gate so would be convenient if they have school age kids, what do you reckon?”…. I asked. “I reckon you’re being damn generous but that’s your business” she replied and took another slow sip from her mug, obviously deep in thought, “would it suit you if I brought a family out this afternoon after schools out, say around 4?” I replied, “sounds good, see you then” as I stood and headed out.

Back at the ranch I kept busy giving the machinery and equipment a good going over to make sure it good to go when needed, totally unnecessary due to old Burt’s fastidious work ethic, over the last month he had serviced anything with a motor with fresh oil and filters and impeccable service records kept. Right on 4 I noticed Jo’s truck turning in off the main road and strolled back to the house to meet her and the prospective tenants and noticed Giver laying at the front gate, damn I thought, he must be missing home and came all the way back from town. I let Giver into the house yard and leant against the gate as Jo pulled up about 15 yards away in front and as she stepped down from the truck out I noted she wasn’t in her usual ‘business’ clothes but was wearing a crop top and light cotton skirt that looked like it only covered her tight ass by few inches, obviously no bra as her nipples were deliciously obvious, “Hi Jo” I said and she responded likewise just as a commotion erupted in the back seat and she spun back to lean in the door she had just exited……that’s about when time seemed to slow….as Jo turned and leant forward into the truck, a light breeze flicked the back of her skirt up just enough to briefly reveal the curve of one tight ass cheek before dropping back down….damn I thought, thong?…or commando?