

                          The Farmer's Step-daughter
                                  Chapter One

            Her  full  name  was  Melinda Kay Burch, but they all called
       her Mink. Her step-father had begun calling  her  that  when  she
       had  been caught trying to shoplift a mink coat from a store in a
       nearby city. Mink had been caught on several occasions trying  to
       pull  similar  stunts  and  had been in and out of reform schools
       since the age of eleven. Mink's mother did everything she knew to
       do for her, but there was a wild streak in  her  that  it  seemed
       impossible to tame.

            Her  natural  father  had  been  of no help at all, and most
       everyone attributed Mink's proclivities to his influence on  her.
       Mink's mother had left her father when Mink was fifteen years old
       on  the advice of the social services department who believed him
       responsible for most of Mink's problems. Not quite  three  months
       after  their  divorce  was  final  she  had  met Jim and they had
       married shortly thereafter.

            Jim and Anne had gotten along well from the start. Anne  had
       a  tendency  to  be  rather  weak  and  indecisive where Mink was
       concerned and needed a strong man as a mate. Jim was just that, a
       tall, slim but muscular man of simple ways  and  tastes  who  had
       grown  up  on  his  father's  farm and had taken it over upon his
       death. It had been a dairy farm at one time, but now the  milking
       barn  was  used mainly for the storage of hay for the beef cattle
       and horses that Jim raised and sold at the market.

            Anne had enjoyed learning the farm life and was quite a  bit
       of  help  to  Jim,  always  eager  to  please him in all ways and
       captivated by his dominant charm and inner  strength.  Even  Mink
       had  seemed  to  adapt  well to the new environment and seemed to
       respect and admire her new step-father, who was obviously fond of
       her. Anne had expressed to Jim her  desire  for  him  to  be  the
       father  figure  that  Mink  had so long been without, and Jim had
       accepted that task gladly and seemed to be doing a wonderful job.

            It was partly because of the closeness  that  Jim  and  Mink
       seemed  to  be  developing and also because of Anne's frustration
       with her, that after the attempted shoplifting of the  fur  coat,
       Anne  had  pleaded with Jim to do whatever he could to straighten
       out the young thief.

            "I'm completely at a loss, Jim", Anne sighed.  "She's  never
       listened  to  me or to anyone else, and if she gets caught trying
       anything like this again she'll get much more than a three  month
       sentence, they've already said as much! Every time she comes back
       from  those  reform  schools she seems wilder than ever... I just
       don't know what to do with her!"

            "She needs discipline, Anne... she's  never  really  had  it
       from  anyone. I don't mean to be critical of you, you're just too
       sweet and  soft,  and  can't  stand  to  see  her  unhappy  about
       anything.  I'm  not  sure  you  can  stand  to  see  her  get the
       discipline she really needs."

            "I know... I'm not sure I can either. But I trust you,  Jim.
       I  trust  you, and I know that Mink cares enough for you that she
       will respond to you and the discipline you can give  her.  Please
       do what you can... whatever it takes... Please?"

            "If  thats  what  you want, Anne, but I must tell you that I
       will  have  to  do  it  MY  way.  Mink  needs  more  than  simple
       discipline...  she  needs  something  to  keep  her  too busy for
       shoplifting, and something to fill the emptiness that  she  feels
       inside.  I  can provide what she needs, but it will be an unusual
       approach... one that you must accept and trust me with entirely."

            "Anything, Jim. Whatever it takes, please do  it.  If  there
       are  parts of it you don't feel I can handle, then keep them from
       me, but do whatever you can, however you can  do  it.  I  promise
       that if Mink comes to me that I will explain to her that you have
       my  complete  support in everything you are doing, no matter what
       it is."

            After  this  discussion,  Mink's   relationship   with   her
       stepfather  began  to  change.  It  was  a  gradual  change,  one
       carefully planned and guided by Jim, and so natural that Mink was
       completely unaware that there was anything planned about it.  She
       only  knew  that  she  was  growing closer and closer to him both
       emotionally and physically. She was becoming more and more  aware
       of  inner  strengths  and  qualities in her step-father that were
       drawing her to him more closely with each passing day. If at  one
       point  she had resented his advice and instruction, she now began
       desiring it, coming to him often  to  discuss  things  that  were
       bothering  her,  accepting correction from him without animosity,
       honestly interested and concerned about what he thought.

            There were times now when their  eyes  met  and  Mink  could
       feel  something  very  deep  inside her being touched gently, yet
       firmly. It was a strange emotion for Mink, a crazy  mixture  that
       she couldn't really understand, but which seemed to be made up of
       love,   fear,   passion  and  trust.  There  was  a  sensuousness
       developing between them that was different from anything she  had
       experienced  with  the boys she had known, and yet there had been
       no real physical contact between  the  two  of  them.  Jim  often
       hugged  her,  of  course, and when she offered her lips to him he
       would kiss her there softly... but he never  prolonged  the  kiss
       nor allowed his hands to roam over her young body.

            Jim's  reluctance  to try her limits was something which had
       surprised Mink from the start. She knew he must surely  find  her
       attractive...  all  the  men  did...  and  she  often  caught him
       watching her at times when her legs or breasts were  a  bit  more
       exposed  than  they  might usually be. Mink had heard tales about
       stepfathers from the  girls  in  the  reform  school,  and  fully
       expected  Jim  to  try  to take advantage of her young charms. He
       never had, inspite of the fact that Mink had purposely teased him
       with her young body from time to time.

            As she grew closer to Jim, Mink began wanting  him  sexually
       as  she  had  never  wanted  any  man. The desire burned so hotly
       inside her that she wondered if her mother was aware of it, or if
       Jim could see it when he looked at her. A day  never  passed  now
       that  Mink  didn't  lay  in her bed in her room, rubbing her hard
       little clitoris and fantasizing about  her  handsome  step-father
       taking  her  naked  body  in  his  arms  and filling her with his
       manhood.

            It wasn't as if there were no  other  men  in  Mink's  life.
       There  were  a couple of the local guys that Mink dated from time
       to time. They were as different as two men  could  be,  Matt  the
       virile  athletic  type,  resplendent  in is black leather biker's
       outfit, and Chuck (or Charles, as his mother called  him...  God,
       how   Mink   hated   that),   who  was  the  upper-class  type...
       college-bound, his success assured by his  family's  connections.
       Matt's  parents  could care less who he dated, or what he did, as
       long as they weren't bothered any more than absolutely necessary.
       Chuck's parents were embarrassed by his interest in Mink and  did
       all  they  could  do  to try to persuade him to turn his romantic
       attentions elsewhere.

            Mink was having sex  with  both  of  them  whenever  it  was
       convenient...  more  often with Matt simply because he would take
       her wherever he could, while Chuck seemed to prefer more secluded
       and romantic surroundings, which weren't always easily  available
       to  them.  Mink's  mother  had  made sure that she was taking the
       pill, but  until  recently,  Jim  had  made  no  mention  of  her
       activities with the two boys.

            When  he  finally brought it up, Mink was a bit surprised by
       what she heard.

            "Mink, I know that you are sexually active with  your  young
       friends.  I  also  know  that you are on the pill, which is good,
       but from now on you will come to me after your dates and  let  me
       check  you  over  to  make sure that you are protected as much as
       possible. Your mother and I are proud of your development into  a
       young  woman and merely want to make sure that you develop in the
       proper way."

            "You want to `check me over'?", Mink asked, a bit confused.

            "Yes, I'll wait up for  you,  to  make  sure  that  you  are
       returned  home  safely.  Then you will come to me and remove your
       clothing and I will examine you to be  sure  there  has  been  no
       damage done to you which might require medical attention."

            Mink  had  never  been  more  excited in her life as she was
       when she thought about standing nude in front  of  Jim,  allowing
       him  to  examine  her  body  after having been on dates. Would he
       enter her himself when he did that, she wondered?  Would  she  be
       taken  by  Matt or Chuck, and then come home to be used once more
       by her  handsome  step-father?  As  she  thought  about  all  the
       possibilities  she  felt  her heart pounding within her chest and
       could feel her nipples hardening under the shirt she was wearing.
       She swallowed hard before replying to her step-father.

            "You're so sweet... I still have  so  much  to  learn  about
       sex. I'm glad you care enough to want to protect me. Thanks!"

            She  threw  her  arms around Jim's neck, hugging him tightly
       and loving the feel of her breasts as  they  pushed  against  his
       broad,  manly  chest. Jim's arms wrapped around her and he pulled
       her to him in a way he had never done before,  her  crotch  being
       pulled  tightly  to his, his member full and pressing against her
       soft belly. Suddenly he released her and pushed her away.

            "Now," he said smiling, holding her  at  arms  length,  "you
       get to bed... we'll talk about all of this another time."

            Mink  retired to her bedroom obediently that night and stood
       for quite some time in front of the full  length  mirror  on  her
       closet  door, examining her ripe young body and imagining what it
       would be like to present it to Jim. Her  hands  roamed  over  her
       ripe  breasts,  teasing  her  nipples to their full hardness. Her
       right hand slid down her flat belly and through the soft,  sparse
       pubic  hair  to her throbbing clitoris and wet soft lips. Staring
       into her eyes, her peripheral vision taking in the  remainder  of
       her  nakedness,  Mink  moved her hips hotly against her intruding
       fingers, hunching  lewdly  as  she  thought  about  her  handsome
       stepfather and the earlier feel of his cock pressing against her.
       When  she  came,  her  orgasm  seemed to run on forever, as if it
       would never end, and she covered her mouth with  her  left  hand,
       afraid she might scream her passion into the dark house.

            Later  as she tossed and turned in the big bed, Mink thought
       about how lucky she was to have Jim for a step-father. She  would
       do whatever he asked of her, no matter what it was. The emptiness
       she  had  felt so deeply in the past was being filled now, and it
       was wonderful beyond words. The possibility  still  existed  that
       she might disappoint him in some way, she knew that... she seemed
       pretty  good  at  making mistakes sometimes... but she would make
       that up to him if it happened, no matter what she had to do.

            Her hand slid  between  her  legs  once  more,  her  fingers
       toying  with her clitoris and sliding between the lips of her sex
       again. Yes... yes, Jim... whatever you say, whatever you  wish...
       anything!

            The  cool  night air blew Mink's long hair back as they rode
       through  the  streets,  the  big  Harley  throbbing  beneath  her
       bottom. She gripped Matt tightly with her legs and arms, her head
       resting against the black leather jacket he wore. She had no idea
       where  they  were  going,  and  really didn't care. She knew that
       before the night was over Matt would be on top  of  her,  pumping
       his  young  meat  into  her  with a ferocity that no one else had
       been able to match. Chuck certainly couldn't, although his tender
       approach to love-making (as he called it) did have its appeal  at
       times.  She  might  have  to spend a part of the evening watching
       Matt shoot pool with his friends before he would  get  around  to
       having  his  way  with  her, but she didn't mind that. Since that
       first time, when Matt had taken her  into  the  backroom  at  the
       Biker's  Barn  and  had bent her over the oil drum and fucked her
       hard from behind, they had never failed to do it  at  least  once
       when  they  were  on  a  date,  and if she had to watch some pool
       shooting first, that was okay with her.

            As she thought about what was sure to lay ahead of her  that
       evening, Mink let her hand slide to Matt's crotch, and rubbed his
       thick  cock through the conforming black leather pants. She loved
       to touch him like that, to wrap her fingers around the  bulge  in
       his  left  pants leg. It was always there, never in the right leg
       or pressed against his belly, but  always  angled  to  the  left,
       always  large enough and firm enough to find easily and to enjoy.
       She slid her small fingers back and forth over  the  cool,  slick
       leather,  her  thumb  and  forefinger  slipping  briefly over the
       prominent rim of his big cock head before sliding back  down  the
       shaft once more.

            As  she  continued  stroking  Matt,  Mink  thought about her
       step- father, wondering if his cock  was  large  like  Matt's  or
       somewhat  smaller  like Chuck's. She had tried to be in the right
       place at the right time on several occasions, hoping to  catch  a
       glimpse  of  Jim  with  his  organ  exposed,  but had so far been
       unsuccessful. Would tonight be the night she  would  see  it  for
       the  first  time?  God!... she hoped so! All she had been able to
       think about for the last few days was what Jim had  said  to  her
       about  "checking  her"  after  her dates, and now as she and Matt
       rode along and she stroked his thick cock with her hand, she felt
       her tiny bikini panties soaking up her juices as she grew  wetter
       and wetter.

            Mink  had  always  been  fascinated  by  cocks.  Her natural
       father had always  kept  some  dirty  magazines  in  his  dresser
       drawer,  and  when  there  was no one else around Mink would slip
       them from their hiding place and look at the men in  them,  their
       big  dicks so long and thick and angry looking. She liked to look
       at the women too, and had always wondered what it would  be  like
       to  kiss  another  woman "there", as some of the pictures showed.
       When she played with herself she would  remove  her  wet  fingers
       from  her  sex  and  put  them  in her mouth, sucking the juices,
       pretending in her mind that it was another woman's juices she was
       tasting, rather than her  own.  She  found  the  taste  pleasant,
       actually,  certainly more pleasant than the cum that men expected
       her to take into her mouth. But  the  cum  did  come  from  cocks
       after  all,  and  that  made  all  the difference. She would take
       anything that came from a cock and love it, that's how  much  she
       loved them.

            Mink's  fascination  with  cocks  also  extended to the farm
       animals. Not long after they had moved  to  the  farm,  Mink  had
       witnessed  a  stallion  and  a  mare  coupling  in the field. She
       couldn't believe the size of the black horse's cock! It seemed at
       least 36 inches long, and as big around  as  her  forearm,  maybe
       even  bigger! Watching the big black stallion mount the mare from
       behind and pump into her with that monstrous dick had  made  Mink
       hot, and she had laid in the hay in the barn afterward and played
       with  herself,  thinking  about  the huge horse dick she had just
       been priledged to see.

            Matt downshifted and turned  the  bike  hard  to  the  left,
       awakening  Mink  from  her  reverie. He had turned onto McAlister
       Park Drive, and was now heading up the  hill  toward  the  picnic
       shelters. Passing the first two shelters, Matt slid the bike to a
       halt  at  shelter  number  three  and  pulled  Mink from the bike
       roughly. The shelter was dark, only dimly lighted  by  the  light
       from  the  dusk  to  dawn  light  at shelter number two, and Mink
       stumbled along behind Matt until he reached a table in the center
       of the shelter. He lifted her, setting her down on the table  and
       pushing  her  back onto her back, pushing her short leather mini-
       skirt up to her waist and tugging the tiny panties down her legs.

            "Damn, baby... you were  about  to  make  me  splash  in  my
       fuckin  pants! I don't know what's got you so fuckin hot tonight,
       but if you need some dick, you're about  to  get  it!",  he  said
       hotly, spreading her legs open and pulling her to the edge of the
       table.

            Mink  was  somewhat  puzzled  by the rough way in which Matt
       was taking her, unaware that she had been pumping his  hard  cock
       for all she was worth as her mind had roamed earlier on the bike.
       But  she  made no effort to stop him, finding his urgency nothing
       more than a match for the  heat  she  was  feeling  herself.  She
       wrapped  her  legs  around his leather clad body, bracing herself
       for the entrance of his thick meat into her more than ready hole.

            Quickly unzipping his pants, Matt struggled  to  remove  his
       hard  cock  and reached forward with his left hand to hold Mink's
       sex open in readiness for his entrance. His  fingers  pushed  her
       slick  lips  apart and he moved forward, pressing the big head of
       his dick into her with one long and hard plunge.

            Mink gasped, feeling the huge cock slamming  into  her.  She
       grasped  the  table  under  her  with her hands, trying to steady
       herself against this onslaught, and tightened her thighs,  trying
       to  hold  Matt inside her. But she was no match for his strength,
       and Matt pulled back, his cock moving outward and  then  slamming
       home  once  more.  Over  and  over he plunged into her, his heavy
       balls slapping her ass as he rammed her with his hard fuck meat.

            Almost before she was aware  of  what  was  happening,  Mink
       found  herself exploding with passion, her thighs jerking against
       her young lover, her orgasm coursing through her slim  body.  She
       grunted  hotly  as  she hunched her hips back up at Matt, and was
       only vaguely aware that he was now spurting into  her,  his  cock
       jerking  as  he  released  his load of hot cum into her trembling
       pussy.

            Mink clenched her vaginal  lips,  milking  Matt's  withering
       cock  until  he  finally  removed  it  from  her, wiping the head
       against her thigh and tucking it back into  his  pants.  She  lay
       back  on  the  table,  panting and resting, unaware that Matt had
       walked back to the bike. Hearing  it  start  with  a  roar,  Mink
       jumped  from  the  table and pulled her panties back up under her
       skirt, running to the bike and  throwing  her  leg  over  it  and
       wrapping her arms around him once again before he roared off.

            The  rest  of  the  evening passed slowly for Mink. Normally
       she would have had the anticipation of Matt taking  her  sexually
       to  make it more palatable, but she realized quite correctly that
       her one fuck for the night had already taken place. Finally their
       date had ended and Matt had dropped her off at the farm,  roaring
       away before she ever got to the front door of the house.

            Just  as  he  had  promised,  Jim was waiting for her in the
       living room upon her  arrival,  watching  tv  from  his  favorite
       chair.  He  was still fully dressed, and smiled warmly at Mink as
       she entered the room.

            "Hi!", he said pleasantly, "how was your date?"

            Mink tossed her purse down on the table and slid the  jacket
       from her shoulders.

            "It  was  fine...  just  about like usual. I like Matt, even
       though sometimes I get bored with him and his friends. But, I had
       fun."

            "I'm glad you had fun. Do you remember our  conversation  of
       the other night?", Jim asked.

            "Yes,  I  do",  Mink answered quietly. "You want to check me
       now... here?"

            "Yes, Mink", Jim said, folding his hands in his lap.

            "Uh..okay..if thats what you want",  Mink  said,  moving  in
       front  of  Jim and slowly unbuttoning the blouse. She seldom wore
       a bra, her young tits full but firm. She slid the blouse from her
       shoulders, blushing a bit as she watched Jim's eyes take  in  the
       beauty  of  her  medium  sized breasts. She unzipped the skirt in
       back and slid it down her legs, stepping out of  it  and  tossing
       it  to  the  floor beside her. Jim's eyes were now running up and
       down her long legs, exploring, savoring  her  soft  curves.  Mink
       swallowed  hard  and  hooked her fingers in the waist-band of the
       tiny panties, tugging  them  downward  and  stepping  from  them,
       tossing  them  in the pile formed by her blouse and skirt. Unsure
       what to do with her hands, she simply clasped  them  together  in
       front of herself and waited.

            "Good...  now  open  your  legs  a  bit  wider,  Mink",  Jim
       instructed.

            Mink moved her right foot to the right, opening her  legs  a
       bit wider, feeling her face flush and her sex growing wetter.

            "Yes,  thats  it... now, clasp your hands behind your back",
       Jim said evenly.

            Mink moved her hands behind her, clasping them in the  small
       of  her  back,  aware of the way it made her breasts push outward
       when she did that.

            Jim moved to the edge of  his  seat  in  front  of  her  and
       looked  at  her  naked  body,  taking  his  own  sweet  time  and
       observing every visible part of her up close.

            "Did your  young  friend  enter  you  tonight,  Mink?",  Jim
       asked, matter of factly.

            Mink  blushed and grew more excited, thinking about the hard
       fucking that Matt had given her on the picnic table earlier.

            "Yes, he did, Jim", she replied, hoarsely.

            "Did he enter you in your mouth,  or  your  pussy,  or  your
       asshole, Mink?", Jim asked, looking into her eyes.

            "In  my...  uh...  in  my  pussy,  Jim...  this  time", Mink
       replied, embarrassed.

            "You will call me sir when you answer my  questions,  Mink",
       he said, seriously.

            "Yes, sir", Mink replied meekly.

            "Did he spurt inside your pussy also, Mink?", he asked.

            "Yes, he did... sir."

            "You  said,  this  time...  does he also spurt in your other
       holes at times, Mink?"

            Mink swallowed hard. She had never  told  anyone  about  the
       things  that  Matt  did to her... or Chuck for that matter. "Yes,
       sir... he sometimes spurts into my mouth... but  never  in  my...
       my... well, back there. Wouldnt' that be very painful, sir?"

            Jim  reached  out  and slid one finger slowly between Mink's
       wet vaginal lips, opening them as he looked closely at them.

            "Well, some women  come  to  love  being  entered  in  their
       assholes,  Mink.  Some  even  prefer  it  that  way and come more
       strongly that way than any other. I feel sure you  will  come  to
       love it that way as well in time." He slid his middle finger into
       her wet opening, moving it around slowly within her.

            Mink  closed  her eyes tightly, embarrassed but tremendously
       excited by Jim's touch and his talk.

            "I have so much to learn... but I want to learn", she said.

            "Yes, I know you do, Mink, and learn you will, I'll  see  to
       that", he said evenly, his finger continuing its prodding.

            "Your  nipples  grow quite hard when you are touched in this
       way, don't they, Mink?", Jim asked.

            "Yes sir... my nipples are very  sensitive.  Sometimes  Matt
       sucks  them  and bites them... and it feels so good", she replied
       honestly. She could hardly believe that it was so  easy  to  talk
       about  these things with Jim, but it was. He seemed to understand
       her so well!

            Jim withdrew his finger and held it in front  of  his  face,
       looking  at  it  intently.  Mink  looked  at it also, and saw the
       juices covering it, and blushed even more deeply. Jim  placed  it
       in  his mouth and sucked it, cleaning it as she watched, his eyes
       fixed on hers as he licked it clean.

            "That will be all, Mink", Jim  said,  leaning  back  in  his
       seat and crossing his hands in his lap once more.

            Mink  looked  at  him, her mouth opening with consternation.
       She  had  assumed  there  would  be  more  than  this.  She   had
       thought...  but  she  knew that it was over. This examination had
       ended  and  there  would  be  no  more  for   tonight.   Somewhat
       disappointed,  but  still  excited  by exposing her naked body to
       Jim, Mink picked up her clothes and turned  to  leave  the  room.
       Stopping before she reached the door to the hallway, she stopped,
       and  turning back toward Jim, said, "Thank you, sir, for checking
       me."

            "You're welcome, Mink. Sleep well", he replied.

            Mink walked up the stairs naked, still unsure what  to  make
       of  her  examination,  and  still  perplexed by her step-father's
       failure to take her as Matt had  done  earlier.  She  would  have
       allowed him to do just that, in fact she had wanted him to do it.
       Couldn't he tell that? Should she have asked him to do it to her?
       What had she done wrong?

            She  bathed  herself  quickly,  cleaning her body and drying
       herself off with the big terry-cloth towel  before  laying  naked
       between the cool sheets. Perhaps he will come to me in the night,
       she  thought.  Perhaps  he  will  come  to me and teach me how to
       accept him in my ass. I will sleep with my legs open,  ready  for
       him,  in  case  he  does  come  to  me. He can have me however he
       chooses, anyway, anytime.

            The young, naked  step-daughter's  hand  moved  between  her
       legs  once  again,  and when it had finished its happy work there
       and had been cleaned  by  her  hungry  mouth  it  rested  on  her
       stomach,  sleeping  with  her  and  dreaming  of  things to come.
       handsome step-father's  failure  to  take  her  sexually  as  she
       hungered  for him to do. He did continue "checking her" after her
       dates, and she loved it as much as ever, but it seemed  that  Jim
       was  never going to plunge into her with his own manhood. Once or
       twice she had brazenly held his hand against her sex  and  ground
       her  hips  against  it,  hoping that her heat would arouse him to
       the point that he could control himself no longer; but  in  spite
       of  the fact that Jim had appeared pleased by her actions, he had
       made her stop both  times  before  she  could  bring  herself  to
       orgasm.

            If  Mink's  mother  was aware of the sexual desire Mink felt
       for Jim, or even of her being "checked"  after  each  date  there
       was  no  evidence of it. Anne seemed more than content with Jim's
       handling of the young girl, and the normalcy that Mink's improved
       behavior had brought to their home. Whatever method Jim was using
       it was certainly working, and that was the important thing.

            There was no question that  Mink's  affection  for  Jim  had
       much  to  do  with  her  new  ability to stay out of trouble, but
       living on the farm helped as well. Jim kept her  busy  with  farm
       chores  when  she  wasn't  dating or doing schoolwork, and as the
       school year drew to a close there would be more  and  more  hours
       spent caring for the animals that shared the farm with them.

            Mink  had  grown  fond of her chores, and more especially of
       the animals she cared for. She gave each of them names,  learning
       their  particular  mannerisms,  and developing a raport with them
       which was interesting to observe. Her main duty was  the  feeding
       and  grooming  of  the  large animals, the cattle and horses, and
       while she was at first a bit hesitant around them, over time  she
       came to trust them and they her.

            The  horses  were  her  favorites,  and Mink treated each of
       them like like a show horse, brushing and  combing  their  manes,
       keeping  them  clean,  well  fed  and  well  exercised. She loved
       watching them breed, and as the mares gave  birth,  Mink  watched
       over the young foals as if they were her own children.

            Jim  enjoyed  watching  Mink  take  such  an interest in the
       animals. He saw the fondness which she felt  for  them,  and  had
       noticed her particular attachment for the horses. As school ended
       and  the summer months wore on, Jim allowed Mink more and more of
       the  responsibility  for   their   care,   instructing   her   in
       administering  the  medication  they often required, even showing
       her how to clean the stallions'  large  cocks  before  they  were
       allowed  to  perform  their stud duties with neighboring farmer's
       mares.

            Mink tried not to let Jim notice her  fascination  with  the
       huge  cocks,  but  she  came to love the opportunity to wash them
       and care for them. She made it a part of her daily  routine  with
       her  favorite  horses,  not  waiting until they were to be with a
       mare, but cleaning them each afternoon,  watching  them  grow  so
       long .

            Lifting her hips from the straw  and  plunging  her  fingers
       rapidly  between  her  wet lips, Mink came strongly, grunting and
       moaning, staring at the big black stallion as  waves  of  passion
       washed  over  her.  When  it was over she fell back weakly, lying
       there amazed at what she had just done. What would  people  think
       if  they knew what she had been thinking? What would Jim think of
       her? Would it make him never want to have her sexually? Or  would
       it  make him want her even more? All these questions and more had
       run through the young girl's mind as she rested there, trying  to
       sort  out  her  emotions and reconcile them with the deep hungers
       and needs inside her.

            Unknown to Mink,  Jim  had  been  very  much  aware  of  his
       step-daughter's  actions.  He  had  happened upon her just as the
       stallion was coming, and had stepped back into the shadows to see
       just what her reaction would be. It had been incredibly  exciting
       to  watch her, and he had taken out his cock and stroked it as he
       saw her fascinating response. His own orgasm had occurred  almost
       simultaneously  with  hers as he had watched her lifting her hips
       and working her fingers hotly  inside  herself.  Perhaps  he  had
       underestimated  the  passion  that  lived  within the slim girl's
       body. He hadn't wanted to rush her  sexually,  hadn't  wanted  to
       frighten her or push her away from him. But after seeing the heat
       in  her  reaction  to  the  horse's eruption, he began to realize
       that was extremely unlikely.

            Slipping unobserved from the shadows and  through  the  door
       of  the  barn,  Jim  walked  back  toward the house re-evaluating
       Mink's development. Perhaps she was indeed ready  for  more  from
       him.  Yes,  perhaps  now was the time. her dates with Chuck. They
       weren't as exciting sexually as the ones with Matt, but Chuck was
       much more considerate and liked to do a  variety  of  interesting
       things,  which  was  a  pleasant  contrast  to Matt's more narrow
       approach to life. If nothing else it  was  nice  to  be  able  to
       dress  up  a  bit,  to  wear a dress occasionally rather than the
       tight jeans that Matt usually expected her to have on.

            As she prepared for her date with Chuck, Mink thought  about
       the  difference in the clothes she had to choose from now and the
       ones she had owned prior to her mother  marrying  Jim.  Anne  had
       always had such conservative tastes, and would never let Mink buy
       anything  that  was really in style or what Mink considered to be
       really pretty. But Jim took Mink on all her shopping  trips  now,
       partly  to  make  sure  she  didn't shoplift, but also because he
       enjoyed watching her try on different outfits,  and  was  pleased
       that she respected his opinion about what she should buy.

            Unable  to  change  Anne's  clothing tastes much so far, Jim
       had really enjoyed helping Mink choose her clothes. Mink  trusted
       his  judgement  completely,  and  where  her closet had once been
       stocked with long, full dresses  and  loose  fitting  slacks  and
       blouses,  now  it  was  full  of  much sexier and more up-to-date
       clothes, and plenty of them. Jim  seemed  to  have  a  particular
       preference  for  tight  fitting  short  skirts and dresses, which
       Mink had to admit  she  did  look  wonderful  in,  and  had  even
       influenced  her  taste  in  lingerie,  encouraging  her  to  wear
       garter-belts and stockings rather than the pantyhose that so many
       other women seemed to prefer. They were a  bit  of  a  bother  at
       times, but Mink did enjoy the way they made her feel so sexy when
       she  wore them, and the ease with which she could open herself to
       Chuck or to Jim when she returned from her dates.

            Jim amused  her  when  they  went  shopping.  She  had  more
       lingerie  now  than  she  could ever hope to wear, especially the
       garter-belts, but he insisted on buying her more each  time  they
       shopped.  It  was  never enough that she try them on in the store
       for him either, once they got back home he always  made  her  try
       them  all on again, often specifying which pair of high heels for
       her to wear, and having her turn  slowly  in  front  of  him  and
       sometimes even walk back and forth across the room as we watched.
       One  one  occasion  he  had returned from town with a bag full of
       nothing but panties for her. There had been at  least  two  dozen
       pair,  and  she  had obediently modeled each pair for him, giving
       him ample time to see them on her from all angles before  sliding
       them off and putting on yet another one.

            Now  as  she  sat  on  the  edge of her bed and slid the tan
       stocking up her right  leg,  smoothing  it  as  she  went  before
       attaching  it  to the clip of the garter-belt, Mink smiled at her
       handsome step-father's obvious delight in  her  young  body.  She
       loved  for him to look at her, and even though there was at least
       a chance that Chuck would make love to her tonight,  it  was  not
       his  attentions  that  excited  her  most, but the opportunity to
       present herself once again to Jim upon her return. He  seemed  to
       be  growing  more  and  more amorous toward her with each passing
       day, leaving his fingers inside her longer when  he  checked  her
       young  pussy,  and  letting  his hands slide over her breasts and
       legs more sensously, touching nearly every inch of her during his
       examinations.

            Shaking her head from side to side in an  attempt  to  drive
       her thoughts of Jim from her long enough to finish dressing, Mink
       stood  and  slid  the  tight dress over her head, tugging it down
       over her ripe young frame. She chuckled  softly  as  she  thought
       about her naked breasts. In all the time that Jim had been buying
       lingerie for her he had never bought her a single bra. She surely
       didn't  need  them;  her  breasts,  while  full,  were quite firm
       enough to stand high and proud on her chest without any  help  of
       that sort. But she had to wonder how many other girls her age had
       a lingerie drawer stocked as her's was.

            The  doorbell  rang,  and  Mink heard Jim letting Chuck into
       the living room. What a difference in Matt  and  Chuck.  Normally
       Mink  would  have  been  ready for at least thirty minutes before
       Matt would ever arrive, and the only announcement of his presence
       would be the roar of his bike in the driveway outside the  house.
       There  was  certainly  much  to  be  said  for  someone  with his
       manners,  even  if  his  love-making  was  a  bit   routine   and
       lack-luster at times.

            As  the  young  couple  drove away, Mink slid over closer to
       Chuck, sliding her dress up nearly to the tops of  her  stockings
       and  placing  her hand high on his thigh. He smiled at her warmly
       and placed his hand on her leg, massaging  the  stockinged  flesh
       and  working his way almost too slowly toward the top of her leg.
       Responding to his touch, Mink closed her eyes and  lay  her  head
       on  his  shoulder. She wondered if he knew that he could stop the
       car at that very moment and do whatever he wanted to with her. As
       much as she would enjoy the nice dinner and the movie they  would
       see  following it, she wanted and needed more than anything to be
       in the arms of a man tonight.

            Sliding her hand up Chuck's thigh she found his  small  cock
       and  rubbed  it  gently,  feeling  it begin to respond. Maybe she
       should suggest that they just park somewhere  and  forget  dinner
       and  the  movie.  But  she  had  tried  that  before and had been
       disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. No,  she  would  have  to
       wait  and  hope  that  he  would want and need her as much as she
       needed him. Opening her legs and taking Chuck's hand in hers  she
       slid  it  past  the  top of her stocking and over her naked inner
       thigh pressing it against her wet pantied crotch and  wishing  he
       would slide his fingers under the edge and finger her. But it was
       not  to  be, as he merely patted her and put his hand back on the
       wheel, turning the car into the parking lot of the restaurant.

            It was quite a nice restaurant, and Mink felt  the  eyes  of
       the  other  diners  on her as they walked to their table. She and
       Chuck made an attractive couple, but she knew that it was her  on
       which  those eyes were focusing and it made her nipples grow even
       more rigid under the tight dress.

            Chuck did most of the talking during dinner, which was  just
       as well since Mink's mind was filled with thoughts about sex. She
       tried  to  hide  her  impatience,  but it seemed as if they would
       never get through eating. At one point Mink  had  slid  her  high
       heel  off  and  toyed  with  Chucks  leg under the table with her
       stockinged foot. She  wanted  to  feel  it  pressed  against  his
       crotch,  but Chuck had smiled and moved it back to the floor when
       she had tried to put it there. The older  man  at  the  table  to
       their  left  had  watched  all  that  happen,  and Mink smiled an
       embarrassed smile at him as  Chuck  pushed  her  foot  away.  She
       wasn't  ashamed  of  her  passionate nature, she just wished that
       Chuck would take advantage of it.

            Finally dinner was over, and as they walked back out to  the
       car,  Mink  finally  decided  to  suggest they go somewhere other
       than the movie.

            "Are your Mom and Dad home?", she asked, taking his arm  and
       laying her head on his shoulder.

            Chuck  laughed  quietly,  glancing  down  at  his friend. It
       wasn't the first time she had asked him  that  question,  and  he
       knew exactly why she was asking.

            "They  were  going  out  tonight...you don't want to see the
       movie?", he asked.

            "Whatever you want is okay, but I'd really like to be  alone
       with you", she replied.

            "We  can  watch  a movie on tv if you like", he said. "We'll
       go to a movie next week."

            Mink smiled warmly. For some reason  she  especially  needed
       sex  tonight,  and the prospect of sitting through the long movie
       in the theater with Chuck absent-mindedly playing  with  her  had
       been such a frustrating one.

            Later,  in  the  darkened living room of Chuck's house, Mink
       lay with her head in his lap,  the  tight  dress  raised  to  her
       waist.  Her  feet  were  flat  on the couch, her legs opened, her
       panties moist from the heat she felt inside them. Chuck  ran  his
       fingers  through  her  hair with one hand, and stroked the inside
       of her thigh lightly with the other, his forearm pressed  against
       her pubic bone, his upper arm resting against Mink's left breast.

            While  her  head  was  turned toward the flickering light of
       the television, her mind was on the bulge she could feel pressing
       against the back of her head  under  Chuck's  pants  and  on  the
       burning  need  she felt to take him inside her. She felt his cock
       make a tiny jerk and  smiled  at  the  realization  that  he  was
       beginning  to respond to her. Ever so slowly she pressed her hips
       upward, straining to  rub  her  hardening  clitoris  against  his
       forearm.  She  felt  him  press back down at her and hunched back
       upward more openly, wishing to encourage  him.  He  pressed  back
       harder,  sliding  his  hand down her thigh even closer to her wet
       crotch and Mink began letting  her  hips  rise  and  fall  hotly,
       humping herself against his arm.

            Mink  could  feel  Chuck's  hardness  complete now under her
       head, and would have gladly rolled  over  onto  her  stomach  and
       pressed  her face to his crotch taking him deeply into her mouth.
       She would have kept her legs opened to him,  and  he  could  have
       fingered  her bottom any way he wished while she sucked his sperm
       into  her.  But  Chuck  wasn't  inclined  to  appreciate   Mink's
       enjoyment  of  oral  sex that much. Maybe it was his knowledge of
       her relationship with Matt and the conviction that  she  just  as
       eagerly fell to her knees in front of him, but whatever it was he
       preferred  to  lay  between  her  legs  and  take her pussy (like
       married people do it, he always said).

            Reaching down and taking Chuck's hand in hers  she  slid  it
       to  her  crotch,  pressing  his  fingers against her wet panties.
       Chuck slid his  fingers  up  and  down  her  slit,  touching  her
       clitoris firmly the whole time with some part of his moving hand.
       Mink  moaned softly and continued hunching her hips upward hotly,
       loving the feel of him touching her. She kept her hand on top  of
       his,   guiding   his   strokes   and   before  long  feeling  the
       accumulation of her juices on his fingers as they leaked  through
       the crotch of the thin panties.

            Stopping  him  for  a  second,  she pulled the crotch of her
       panties to the side, allowing  him  total  access  to  her  naked
       slit,  and  groaning  as  his  fingers slid between her trembling
       lips. Chuck really wasn't very good at fingering her, but at  the
       same time his unstudied approach made it impossible to guess what
       he  would  do  next,  and that in itself was often exciting. Mink
       was so turned on by now that anything  he  had  done  would  have
       pleased her, just as long as he kept it up.

            Finally  he  pressed  his  thumb  into  her,  the  top of it
       pressing against her clit, and Mink turned her head  to  look  at
       him, moaning again and rubbing her right breast with her hand.

            "Make  love to me, Chuck", she breathed hotly. It would have
       been "fuck me, Matt!" had she been with  her  other  friend,  and
       quite possibly if she had been with ANY man other than Chuck, but
       she knew better than to talk like that to him.

            "Please do it, I want it so much!", she pleaded.

            Chuck  pulled  his  finger  out  of  her and wiped it on her
       naked thigh. Mink sat up, to allow him to change  positions,  and
       when  he  had  risen from the couch, she scooted backward, laying
       her ripe young body on the couch again, her right foot moving  to
       the  floor,  her  left  leg  rising to lay across the back of the
       couch. She would have  preferred  taking  off  the  panties,  but
       Chuck   was  always  afraid  his  parents  would  come  home  and
       interrupt them and that her  panties  would  be  left  behind  as
       evidence of their sin.

            Mink  watched  her  handsome young lover unzipping his pants
       and reaching inside to retrieve his now hard and throbbing  cock.
       Reaching between her lewdly opened legs, she pulled the crotch of
       her  panties  to  the side again, exposing herself and making his
       task as easy as she possibly could.

            Chuck knelt on the couch, guiding his shaft  with  his  left
       hand  and  supporting  himself  on the back of the couch with his
       right. He probed awkwardly, the slick head of his  young  manhood
       pressing  here  and  there, trying his best to find the center of
       her opening. Mink finally reached to help him, and taking the hot
       shaft in her hand pressed it to just the  right  place,  hunching
       herself upward to aid his entrance.

            Her  mind  screamed its pleasure to her as the intruder made
       its way deeper and deeper into her moist opening. Yes!  This  was
       what  she  had been hungering for all night long, what she needed
       and wanted so  desperately!  Reaching  for  Chuck's  waist,  Mink
       wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself upward toward him as
       he began moving in and out of her.

            The  glare  of the headlights illuminating the darkened room
       preceded the sound of the car in the driveway as Chuck's  parents
       arrived home earlier than expected.

            "Damn!   They're   home!",   he  exclaimed,  pushing  Mink's
       grasping legs away from him and removing his now  deflating  cock
       from  her  still hungry sex. Mink's hand flew to her clit and she
       rubbed it hotly as Chuck rose from  the  couch,  shoving  himself
       back into his pants.

            "Get  up! Pull your dress down! They're home!", he whispered
       desperately. "Mink!! Come on!"

            Overcome with frustration, Mink tore her hand away from  her
       needy  sex  and swung her legs to the floor, tugging at the dress
       to pull it back down in an acceptable manner. Chuck fell  heavily
       to  the  couch,  putting  his  arm  around her just as his Mother
       called out to them from the kitchen.

            Their close call at  being  caught  discouraged  Chuck  from
       trying  anything  further  that  evening,  even  though  Mink had
       pleaded with him to take her to the overlook  on  the  way  home.
       There  would  be other times, he said, no need to push their luck
       when it was this late already.

            Kissing him goodnight sweetly on the porch outside the  farm
       house, Mink outwardly tried to appear understanding. Inwardly her
       frustration  still  burned  hotly, and she was angry that she had
       been deprived of the pleasure she hungered for so deeply.

            Entering  the  living  room  and  finding  her   step-father
       awaiting  her  as  usual,  Mink  tried  to hide the emotions that
       coursed through her and assumed that she was successful. She  was
       not.
 
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