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MRWADE.158                                        By Master Wade





            The County Agent and the Farmer's Daughter



     Fred Dedrick took the job of County Agent in southern Alabama
because it was the only opening available at the time.  Pitcairn
County was one of the poorest counties in the south in 1946, and
returning veterans of World War II had little to return to, at
least as far as Fred could see.
     He drove his 1940 Ford Business Coupe over the county's dirt
roads daily, visiting the local farmers, trying to encourage them
to practice the modern soil conservation measures that just might
save their topsoil, if it wasn't too late already.
     Most of the farmers were willing to listen, but slow to follow
his advice, and Fred found his job more difficult than he had
imagined it to be.  It all made such good sense to him, but the
farmers were set in their ways; slow to accept change.
     One of the highlights of Fred's week was his visit to the
Meador Farm, on the southern tip of Pitcairn county.  Old man
Meador was no more forward thinking than the rest of his neighbors,
but he did have a beautiful daughter, and Fred looked forward to
seeing her whenever possible.  He could still remember the first
time he had seen her.
     The girl's name was Marie, and Fred had seen her sitting in
the door of an old corn crib upon his approach to the Meador
farmhouse.  She leaned against the weathered gray wood of the
doorframe and twirled a sprig of her dishwater blonde hair around
one finger, watching his approach with only casual interest.  She
wore a dress that her mother had stitched together from old feed
sacks, an amazing accomplishment to Fred; had he not known others
to have done the same thing he would not have believed it could
have been done so effectively.  The old sacks were made from a
cotton material that bore a repeating pattern of small blue and
pink flowers.  The dresses made from this material would never be
the rage in the cities, but on a well-shaped body such as Marie's
they looked much better than one would imagine.
     Marie sat with one leg dangling from the raised floor of the
crib, her other leg bent at the knee, her bare foot flat on the
worn floor of the old building.  The dress was long, but Marie had
slid it up her thighs for ventilation, cooling herself as best she
could in the humid Alabama climate.  Her legs were long and tanned,
marked here and there with the scrapes and cuts that came to
country girls who worked in the fields, but slim in the calf and
full in the thigh.  Fred could see the outline of her ripe young
breasts held in check by the material of the dress.  He was not
sure if the girl owned a bra yet or not, but he was willing to bet
there was not one under the cotton muslin dress.
     On this first visit Marie had remained on her perch while he
had talked to her father.  On other visits she had become a bit
more bold and had stood next to him while he listened to Fred's
suggestions with polite dis-interest.  Once or twice Fred had been
alone with her on the front porch for a few moments and had
gradually begun to open the door of conversation with her.
     Marie was nineteen, an age at which most of the farm girls in
southern Alabama were already married and had become mothers. 
Children were born sometimes accidentally, at other times out of
necessity.  There was work to be done, and a family needed all the
free labor it could get if it was to survive.
     Marie had stubbornly refused the attention of the farm boys in
her part of the county.  It wasn't that she didn't like men, but
she didn't look forward to getting pregnant and having babies.  She
didn't know much about sex, but she knew what happened if you let
the boys do what they wanted.
     Fred found himself visiting the Meador farm much more
regularly than the others.  He wasn't getting anywhere in
particular with old man Meador or with Marie, but the scenery was
certainly better than at most of the other farms.  Eventually,
however, Marie's father realized what his visits were about.
     "The girl don't have much to do with men," he said one day,
leaning on the long handle of a garden hoe.
     "I noticed that.  She's a sweet girl though," Fred replied.
     "Umm...sweet, eh?  You soft on her?", the old man asked, point
blank.
     "I like seeing her when I come out here.  I'd like to know her
better."  Fred wasn't quite sure how much of his interest to admit.
     "Uh huh.  Soft on her.  That's what I figured.  She's like her
Mama was.  Don't say much, unless you get her mad.  Don't get her
mad."
     Fred couldn't help but smile.  "I hope I won't ever make her
mad."
     "Don't get me mad either," the old man said, his meaning quite
clear to Fred.
     "No sir.  Don't want to do that either.  You mind if I sit and
talk with her?"
     "Can do any damn thing you want with her, except make her mad. 
You make her mad she comes to me.  She comes to me I come to you."
He spit a stream of tobacco juice off to one side.
     "Yessir, I understand," Fred said, feeling his throat
tightening up a bit.
     "Good," Meador said, and walked away into the field.
     Fred shook himself.  Men like Meador didn't say much, but
there was usually a lot of meaning in what they did say.  The last
thing he wanted to do was make the old man mad.
     He saw Marie pouring feed into the feeding trough by the barn. 
He walked over to her.
     "Hi, Marie," he said, dusting off his pants as he approached
her.
     "Daddy said not to make him mad, I guess," she said, not
looking up at him.
     "As a matter of fact, he said exactly that.  How did you
know?"
     "He always says that.  Works most of the time.  Most of the
time I'm glad it does, too."
     "And this time?", Fred asked.
     "This time he didn't have to say nothin."  She set the bucket
down and looked at him for the first time.  Her mouth broadened
into a smile.  "Want some lemonade?", she asked, putting one hand
on her hip and wiping the prespiration from her brow with the back
of her other arm.
     "Yes, I'd like that, thanks," Fred replied.  He followed her
to the house and watched with amusement as he saw old man Meador
staring at them from the field.
     "I never been with a man before," Marie said, pouring two
glasses of lemonade from the crystal pitcher.  This caught Fred a
bit off guard.
     "Oh?", he finally stammered.  "You're a pretty girl.  I
figured you dated a lot."
     "Oh, they ask, but I don't go.  I know what they want, you
see, and I figure I can do better."
     "What is it that they want?", Fred asked, swallowing hard.  He
wasn't sure yet that she meant what he thought she meant.
     "They want the same thing you want, naturally.  Only thing is
they'd give me a baby and I don't want no babies.  Not yet anyway."
She sat down at the table and set Fred's lemonade in front of him.
     "And you don't think I'd give you a baby?"
     "You might.  But at least you've got a good job.  Besides, I
hear there's something you can do to keep from having babies if you
want to.  Is that so?"
     "Yes, there is."
     "So you could be with me and we could decide if we wanted a
baby, right?"
     "Well, it doesn't always work.  Sometimes you get pregnant
when you don't mean to."
     "Lets say I let you and then I get pregnant.  What happens
then? You go back to Kentucky or wherever you're from and leave me
here?"
     "No, I'd never do that.  If I went anywhere you would go with
me. It would be my baby too, you know."
     "Then you can do it if you want to."  She lifted her glass of
lemonade and took a long drink from it.
     Fred hadn't expected this.  He'd hoped he might be allowed to
take Marie out, but had hardly expected her to proposition him
right off the bat.
     "Have you ever...done it before?", he asked, cautiously.
     "Nope.  Is it hard to do?  Must not be too hard to do.  Jimmy
Lankford and May Setliff did it.  If they can do it, I figure most
anybody can."
     Fred chuckled softly.  "Nothing hard about it, I don't guess. 
Sometimes it hurts a bit the first time you do it.  At least that's
what the girls say.  It didn't hurt me at all when I did it the
first time."
     "But it doesn't hurt after the first time, right?", she asked,
running her finger along the side of the glass, wiping at a drip of
condensation that ran downward.
     "No, I don't think so.  It feels real nice after that.  I
think you'll like it.  You're supposed to like it, anyway."
     "I've hurt before.  Won't be nothing I can't handle.  So do
you want to do it?", she asked, looking up at him.
     "Yes.  I'd love to do it," Fred replied, honestly.
     "Okay.  Come on then."  She stood and took his hand, leading
him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor of the
old farmhouse.
     "You mean we're going to do it now?", Fred asked, thinking of
her father out in the field, only yards from the house.
     "You don't want to do it now?", she asked, stopping on the
steps.
     "Sure, but...I mean your Daddy.  He's right out there."
     "It's my room.  He won't come in.  Besides, I do what I want
to do."
     "Okay, if you're sure."  Fred followed her, a bit
apprehensive, but excited nevertheless.
     Once inside her room, Marie shut the door behind them and sat
on the big old bed that filled one corner of the room.  She slid
her dress part of the way up her thighs, more for comfort than to
be sexy, but it certainly was sexy.
     "You're going to have to teach me how, you know," Marie said,
gently.
     It suddenly dawned on Fred that he didn't have a condom.
     "Darn...I don't have a rubber," he said with despair.
     "A what?", she asked.
     "A rubber.  It's what you wear so you won't get pregnant. But
it's okay.  I'll pull it out when I'm ready to come and then you
still won't get pregnant."
     Most of this was lost on Marie, but she trusted him.
     "Then it's okay to do it?", she asked.
     "Yes.  Look, Marie...do you know anything about what makes you
pregnant?"
     "I guess not.  Tell me."
     "My thing gets hard.  I put it inside you.  You know about
that part, right?"
     Marie nodded.  She was a farm girl afterall.
     "Okay. Well, I push it in and out of you and then when I come
I shoot some white stuff out that can make you pregnant.  But if it
doesn't go up inside you down there then you don't get pregnant,
and sometimes you don't even when it does go up inside you. It has
to be at the right time of the month."
     "Is this the right time of the month?", she asked.
     "I dont' know much about that, but I'm not going to let it go
up inside you.  I'm going to pull my thing out when it starts to
shoot."
     "And then where will the white stuff go?", she asked.
     "I guess it will shoot out on your belly.  Is that okay?"
     "You can shoot it anywhere you want to, I guess," she said,
innocently.  "I'm supposed to get naked, right?"
     "Yes," Fred replied, thoughts of seeing Marie naked making him
even more aroused.  He could feel himself hardening inside his
pants.
     Marie began unbuttoning the dress.  There were four buttons
and when they were undone, she worked the dress down off her
shoulders.  Her white breasts spilled out as she tugged the
material down.  She was totally comfortable with allowing Fred to
see her nakedness.  She stood and let the dress fall to the floor
around her feet.  She wore no undergarments at all, and her body
was even more lovely naked than Fred had imagined it would be.
     "Aren't you supposed to get naked too?", she asked, sitting
back down on the bed.  Her words made Fred realize that he was
standing there just staring at her.
     "Oh...yes," he said and he began unbuttoning his shirt with
trembling fingers.  He began to grow less comfortable about doing
this here in her home, with her father so nearby.  It was one thing
for her to be naked, something else to be naked himself.  But he
continued removing his clothes, the underpants going last. He was
still hard when he slid them off, and his erection sprang forward
as he uncovered it.
     Fred looked at Marie and saw her smiling.  She was staring at
his cock, and there was little doubt she enjoyed seeing it.
     "Did seeing me naked make it get hard like that?", she asked
him, still smiling.
     "Yes, it did," he admitted.
     "Good.  Then I guess you'll be seeing me naked a lot. Can I
touch it?"
     Fred stepped toward her, and swallowed hard as she reached out
for him with her hand.  She touched just the head with her
fingertips and the light teasing touch of her fingers made his cock
jerk.  She moved her hand back, as if she had done something wrong.
     "It's okay.  It does that because it feels good when you touch
it.  Go ahead.  Touch it some more," he said.
     Marie reached out again and touched him lightly once more,
smiling this time when he jerked at her touch.  She played with his
stiff cock for a bit, touching him in different ways, noticing what
made him jerk and what didn't.  A small drop of pre-cum formed at
the hole and she wiped her finger in it.  She held her finger close
to her face and examined it.
     "Is this what makes me pregnant?", she asked.
     "Yes, but a lot more comes out when you make me come."
     "Can I taste it?  Or will that make me pregnant?"
     "No, you can taste it," Fred said, her innocent desire to eat
his cum making him even hotter.  "It only makes you pregnant if it
goes in down there."  He nodded toward her sex.
     "In my pussy or my butthole?", she asked, seriously. She'd
obviously heard some barnyard talk before.
     "In your pussy.  You can't get pregnant if it goes in your
butthole or your mouth."
     Marie moved her finger to her mouth and licked at the little
drop of pre-cum.  She wrinkled her nose a little bit.
     "So if you put it in my mouth or my butthole I won't get
pregnant, right?", she asked.
     "Yes, that's right."
     "Then why don't you just do that instead of putting it in my
pussy.  Then you won't have to worry about making me pregnant."
     "Well, some girls say it hurts when it's put in their
butthole," Fred replied.  He'd never done anal sex before, so he
wasn't too sure about that.
     "Right.  But it hurts if you put it in my pussy too, at least
the first time, right?"
     "Yeah, I guess that's right."
     "So today will you put it in my pussy and my butthole both so
you can put it in there whenever you want to and it won't hurt
anymore after today?", she asked.
     "If you want me to I will," he replied, feeling his cock
growing even stiffer.
     "And when you shoot your stuff today I want you to shoot it in
my mouth.  That way I can't get pregnant and if it hurts we can get
that over with too.  Okay?"
     It all sounded very reasonable to Fred.  He was sure it wasn't
quite that simple, but it was no time to argue.
     Fred lay on the bed beside Marie and gently caressed her body.
He began kissing her gently, first her shoulder and then her cheek
and finally her mouth.  Her lips were almost as virginal as her sex
was, and Fred taught her to kiss with his own lips, nipping at her
mouth, opening his lips slightly and allowing his tongue to dance
against her lips and tongue.
     As they kissed, Fred moved his hand to her chest and began
touching her breasts lightly.  He felt her nipples grow hard
quickly, and rubbed the inside of his palm against them, teasing
them before cupping her full breast in his hand and squeezing it. 
He could feel Marie's responsiveness.  Her kisses grew more relaxed
and hungry, her body moved to make his touching her even easier. 
Her hand moved between them and closed itself around his cock.  Her
hand was cool compared to the heat of his dick, and she grabbed him
too tightly at first.
     "Not so hard," he said, gently.  "Just hold me lightly and
move your hand.  Feel the skin moving with your hand as you move
it. Make it slide up over the head where the cum was."
     Marie did as he said, working her closed hand up his cock,
sliding his foreskin up and over the edge of the head and then back
toward the base again.  Fred moved his hips, helping her learn the
right limits of movement.  He slid his hand down her body, across
the plane of her stomach, through the soft pubic hair which nested
at the top of her virginal sex.  His fingers rubbed the top of her
gently, and he could feel her wetness smearing against his
fingertips.
     Fred moved his fingertips between her lips and felt the
contriction caused by her virginity.  He worked against it lightly
with his fingers, moving them lower, working around the little
section of tissue which would break and cause her the pain.  She
was so wet that it gave him confidence, and he worked one finger
into her slowly.  He felt her tense, and he stopped pushing the
finger in, allowing her time to adjust to his being there.
     "Put your thing in," she asked, softly.
     "Are you sure?", he asked.  "I can put a finger in first. 
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much that way."
     "No, just stick it in and get it over with," she said, evenly.
"It's okay, really."
     Fred moved between her legs, looking down at her bared sex for
the first time.  She was lovely, and he almost felt badly about
taking away her virginity.  But she wanted it, and he wanted it,
and there was no turning back now.
     He pressed the head of his cock against her, gently, and
keeping his hand wrapped around himself, began pushing into her. 
She was very tight, and he saw her muscles tensing.  She reached
for his hips and pulled him toward her at the same time that she
pushed herself onto him.  Fred felt her give way and saw the pain
on her face, but she would not let him stop and drove herself
further onto him until he was fully inside her.
     Fred held himself still inside her and waited for her to begin
moving.  Then he realized that she might not know that she was
supposed to do that, and he moved himself backward slowly, letting
his cock slide back out of her partially.  She was still tense, but
not as frightened as before, and when he pushed back into her
slowly he was sure that the pain was not as bad.  He moved a bit
more quickly on the next stroke, her natural juices easing his
path. He began moving more confidently now, his cock fucking back
and forth inside the young virgin with ease.
     "Ohhh, that doesn't hurt at all now...I love the way it
feels," she said.  "Put it in my butthole now before I change my
mind," she said, pushing away from him.
     Fred reluctantly slid out of her and watched as she raised her
legs high in the air, holding them apart with her hands.
     "Can you get it in my butthole like this?", Marie asked him.
     Fred looked down at her, seeing just a touch of red blood
where her hymen had torn.  He pressed his cock at her anus.  She
looked so small there.  He hated to hurt her more, especially when
it was feeling so good inside her warm wet pussy.
     "Do it," she urged him, "push it on in, just like you did my
pussy."
     Fred bore down on her.  He was still rock hard and yet his
cock still tried to bend as he pushed at her virgin and ungreased
asshole.  He tightened his grip and pushed harder, and felt her
suddenly open, allowing his cockhead to pop inside.  She groaned,
but worked her ass toward him, and he pushed onward, putting more
cock up her ass until he was fully inside her.
     Marie's clenching sphincter felt almost too good, and Fred was
terribly close to coming inside her.  He moved backward, making her
groan again and feeling his balls fill even more quickly with cum.
She wanted to take his ejaculate in her mouth, and he would have to
put his cock there soon if she was to have any of it.
     He pushed back into her ass one more time and then slid out of
her backdoor.  Pushing her legs back down and crawling up over her
chest, Fred straddled her and lifted her head, putting his
adventurous cock into her willing mouth.
     Fred felt Marie's lips close around him, and the lack of
contact with her teeth made him wonder for a moment if she had done
this before.  Those thoughts were quickly gone from his mind as he
began working his cock in the young farm girl's mouth.  She was all
velvet lips and tongue, and she accepted his cock with an easy
desire which made him feel free to work his cock back and forth in
her mouth with only one goal in mind, the emptying of his cum into
her.
     Already pushed to the brink by all that was happening, Fred
found his orgasm coming quickly, and he humped at Marie's face
lewdly, holding her head in both hands and fucking her young mouth
hotly.  His eruption spilled out into her, loading her mouth with
the pungent salty filling.  He felt her swallow as he continued
shooting cum into her. Finally he was done, and he slid his cock
from her mouth slowly, letting her lick at the tip with her tongue
as he took it from her.
     Fred moved beside Marie on the bed and immediately began
touching her clitoris with his fingers again as he moved his mouth
to her nearest breast and began suckling her hard nipple.  She
responded immediately, and in minutes she was experiencing her
first orgasm, her hips rising and falling hotly as she bucked at
his hand, a soft mewing sound spilling from her lips and growing to
a feverish gasping which Fred could only hope her father would not
hear.
     She fell back to the bed, limp from her exertion, but smiling
with pleasure.
     "Wow....I didn't know it could feel that good," she said. 
"Promise me you'll come back tomorrow and do all this to me again? 
Please?"
     "I promise," Fred replied, pulling her to him and hugging her.
     "And the day after that?  Will you keep doing it to me?"
     "Yes, Marie," Fred said, smiling warmly at her hungry words.
"I'll keep doing it to you.  Don't worry about that.  I didn't make
you mad?", he asked, grinning.
     "Nope, not at all," she said, chuckling softly.

     A few minutes later, Fred walked out of the old farmhouse and
toward his car.  He met Marie's father who was returning from the
field.
     "Well, did you make her mad?", the old man asked him.
     "Nope, I don't think so," Fred replied.
     "What did you do, then?", he asked.
     "Any damn thing I wanted to," Fred said, grinning, and quickly
drove away.


                              The End


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