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MRWADE.162                                        By Master Wade




                   The Farmer's Step-Daughter

                        Chapter Thirteen



     Mink sat at her desk and looked over the list of students who
were busy taking one of her tests.  She was glad that her classes
were relatively small.  It was much better to be able to learn all
their names than for them to be a faceless mob of first-year
college students.  It was the third week of the first semester, and
Mink was beginning to develop her own personality profile for each
of them.  She spiced her evaluation with estimates of their sexual
interests and proclivities, at least for the ones she found
personally appealing.  This was one of the better classes where sex
appeal was concerned, and Mink had begun to compile a password-
protected file on her home computer for several of these students. 
She raised her eyes and looked over the room, remembering what she
could of those she had the special files for.
     Mariah was there, of course, on the front row, her blonde hair
and long legs as tantalizing as ever.  Her estimate of Mariah was
that she had lost her virginity early on, by age fourteen, at
least. Mink's notes suggested that Mariah had probably been a
cheerleader and one of the more desirable dates at her school. She
had probably had at least two or three lovers whom she had gone the
distance with, perhaps more.  Mink doubted that she had been
involved with a woman yet, but her guess was that it wouldn't be
hard to convince her to try it.  She remembered putting a note in
Mariah's file about her nipples after she had come to class bra-
less and wearing a white t-shirt one morning.  They had pushed
through the thin fabric of her shirt in an almost obscene way,
revealing themselves to be longer than average even in a state of
non-arousal, if in fact Mariah was ever in such a state.  Mink
shook herself and moved on to another one of the students on her
list of favorites.
     In the same row with Mariah, but two seats back, was Jamie.
Jamie was a farm-boy, plain and simple.  He was tall and wiry, and
lacked the sophisticated charm of some of the city-boys, but Mink
knew better than to be mislead by such things, especially where
sexual prowess was concerned.  By the time Jamie graduated the
rough edges of his personality would be worn off, and he would be
a lady-killer of the first order.  He probably had dated
infrequently in high school, perhaps having one special girl-friend
who he would most probably lose to some suave male student at
another school by the end of this year, if not before.  Jamie was
the kind of guy that some girl would marry and find herself falling
more and more in love with as the years went by.  Mink wasn't sure
that he would allow himself to become involved with one of his
professors, but there was something about him that made her want to
fuck him, at least once.
     Katie sat two seats to the right of Jamie, unfortunately
hidden almost entirely from Mink by the students directly in front
of her.  Katie, like Jamie, had never been one of the more popular
students in her high school.  She lacked the immediately appealing
good looks of someone like Mariah, and was too quiet and shy to
make friends easily.  Mink's guess was that what she lacked in
charm she made up for in common sense and devotion to her friends.
She also figured Katie to be the easiest of all the students on her
list to get into her bed.  She'd seen Katie looking at her with
more than idle curiousity on several occasions, and while Katie had
quickly moved her eyes away, Mink knew what was on her mind.  There
most probably had been one special girlfriend that Katie had found
herself involved with.  Separated from her friend now, Katie
probably felt very alone and longed for the feelings she had felt
before.  Her body was a good one, not outstanding in its
proportions, but tight and firm.  B-cup tits, Mink guessed, and
probably a nest of deep black pubic hair that would need a bit of
trimming to keep her comfortably edible.  Katie's long black hair
and her wonderfully shaped little ass were her best features, and
Mink had made a note in the file that Katie would probably love
having her anus reamed by a wet tongue.
     The most physically attractive young man on Mink's list sat
two rows to Katie's left and three seats further back.  His name
was Chris, and you knew when you saw him that he would be a Chris
or a Tim or a Dave; never an Alfred or an Andrew or anything like
that.  Chris had most likely been a BMOC all his life, always the
center of attention, president of his class, star on one or more of
his high school athletic teams, the darling of all his teachers and
the mothers in the neighborhood.  His bleached-blonde hair was cut
short but full, a wave of it falling down over his forehead and
constantly having to be brushed back with his hand.  Chris was
pushing six foot four in height, his young body rippling with
muscles, his small waist supporting a thick chest which no doubt
was covered with a nest of hair perhaps a shade darker than that on
his head.  Chris might not be hung like a stud, but you wanted him
to be, and any woman with her sexuality well-in-hand would most
certainly find herself looking at his jeans to see if she could
tell just what secrets they held.  It was doubtful that Chris would
ever make a good husband; his good looks would keep him constantly
in trouble with other women.  But he would be the kind of lover
that a girl would never forget, even if she later hated him for
making her love it so much.  He was the kind to fuck and leave
before he left you.  He'd be hurt momentarily, but some hot little
honey would make him forget it quickly.  Mink wanted him in her ass
at least once.
     The class bell interrupted Mink's pleasant, if somewhat
unsettling, daydreaming, and the class began to file out, laying
their test papers on her desk.  She stopped Mariah and asked her to
wait a moment before she left.
     "I called my step-father, Jim, and asked him if this weekend
would be a good time for us to visit.  He said he would love it,
and sounded very anxious to show you the farm.  Does that suit you
okay?"
     "Sure!", Mariah said, excitedly.  "I was supposed to go out
with Chris on Saturday, but he told me just before class that he
wanted to change our date to Sunday if it was okay with me.  So
Saturday should be just fine."
     "Well, the farm is quite a drive from here, Mariah," Mink
said, hoping nothing would interfere with her plans.  "I don't
think we'd want to try to go and come back in the same day. 
Actually, it might be better to do it some weekend when you don't
have any other plans."
     "Hey, Miss B, it's no big deal. I'll just tell Chris we'll go
out the next weekend instead, ya know?  He'll be cool about it.
We'll get back on Sunday night, then?"
     "Monday morning early.  I'll drive and you can sleep on the
way back if you like.  Can you leave after your last class on
Friday?"
     "Yep.  I don't have a fifth period class, so I'm free any time
after 3:00.  What kinds of clothes should I bring?"
     "We'll be riding and knocking around the farm most of the
time, but pack a couple of dresses in case we decide to go out or
something. Oh, and your bikini, don't forget that!"
     Mariah grinned.  "Nope, we've got to soak up those rays, huh,
Miss B? Sounds great to me.  I'll be looking forward to it!"
     Mink watched her walk away, her short little skirt swaying
from side to side, her deeply tanned legs golden and wonderful. She
could hardly wait!

     Katie Miller had a break between Mink's class and her next,
and she forsook her usual practice of stopping by the library,
deciding to go back to her room instead.  She shut the door and
locked it behind her.  Tossing her books on the desk, Katie lay
down on her bed and curled up on her side.  Sometimes she missed
Sara so much that it made her ache inside, and being around Miss
Burch only made it worse.  It had been nearly two years now since
she had last been with her friend Sara, but not a night passed that
she didn't think of the things they had done together.  How many
times had she thought about Sara's pretty legs opening for her and
envisioned herself laying between them?  For the last two weeks her
thoughts had been less about Sara, and more about Miss Burch.
     Katie rolled over onto her stomach and pushed her hand inside
the top of her jeans.  She raised her ass a little, giving herself
more room, and felt her fingers slide under the waistband of her
panties, through the mass of pubic hair, searching for her aching
little clitoris.
     She pictured Miss Burch at the blackboard, her back to the
class, her arm raised to write their assignment.  Her skirt hiked
up just enough to allow her a glimpse of thigh above her knee, and
she felt her gaze running the length of Miss Burch's stocking-clad
right leg, down her well-formed calf to her high heel.  She saw her
feet spaced apart, just enough that Katie could easily imagine
kneeling beside her and running her hand up the inside of her leg.
Miss Burch would not react at all.  She would just keep writing,
letting Katie feel her up, letting her slide her hand up under her
skirt.  Katie would feel the stocking tops and then the bare inner
thighs.  Her hand would pause for a moment, loving that little spot
where stocking met bare skin, but then she would move her hand even
higher, until the was pressing her fingers against the moist crotch
of her professor's panties.
     Miss Burch would stop writing then, and would look down fondly
at Katie, smiling.  Then she would raise her skirt for her, holding
it up so that Katie could kiss the garter-belt strap and the thigh
nearest her as she pushed her fingers past the panties and into the
trembling wet slit that would be hungry for her kisses.
     The springs of the bed began squeaking loudly now as Katie
hunched her college-girl ass up and down, her fingers working hotly
at her clit.  She pressed her face into the pillow, muffling the
sound of her moans as she thought of Miss Burch's older-woman pussy
and drove herself to a powerful orgasm for yet another time.

     Jamie Wilcox leaned against the brick partition, catching a
smoke before moving on to his next class.  He watched Mariah
talking to Chris on the sidewalk below.  It surprised no one for
them to be dating.  They were the kind that always found each
other, the cheerleader and the basketball star.  Maybe someday he'd
work up enough nerve to ask Mariah out himself, if she hadn't
become too involved with Chris to even consider it by then.  But
deep inside he knew that girls like Mariah weren't for guys like
him.  They were the stuff of fantasies only, like Miss Burch. Then
again, he might just surprise them, if they'd just give him a
chance.  One thing for sure, Jamie thought to himself as he crushed
the cigarette butt under his foot and turned to walk back into the
building, they won't find a cock like mine in Chris's jeans.

     Chris looked back at Mariah as he walked away from her on the
sidewalk.  She was one fine piece, and he'd managed to lay her much
more quickly than he had thought he would.  He'd miss fucking her
while she was away, but he could hardly blame her for wanting to
spend a weekend with Miss Burch.  Even if they didn't get it on,
and the thought of that was making his dick begin to grow hard,
Miss Burch would be fun to spend time with.  Heck, maybe if he
played his cards right she would take both of them to the farm with
her sometime, or better yet, just Chris by himself.  No, he
wouldn't complain about Mariah breaking their date.  He'd stop by
and take her for a drive on Monday night after she got back.  She'd
be good for a blow job at the least, maybe more, and he'd get to
hear all about their weekend together.  Besides, he'd been wanting
to try out that little redhead in his Human Relations class.  This
weekend was as good as any.

     Mink's next class was, for some reason, all guys.  Mink had
considered asking the registrar to try to work some female students
into this class, but after the first day or two of classes changed
her mind.  There was something rather perversely exciting about
being the only female in the room with these young men, and they
obviously felt it too.  She'd have to keep it under control, but it
added an element of excitement to the class period that made it
interesting.
     Mink tried to be fairly conservative in her dress at the
University.  After all, this was basically a huge gathering of
horny young men who spent more time thinking about getting laid
that most anything else, and an almost equally large population of
horny young women who spent most of their time making the guys want
to get laid.  Parading around in front of class after class of such
students every day was an exhibitionist's dream, but Mink knew the
power she possessed to turn people on, and this was not the place
to let it get out of hand.  Still, she longed, just once, to show
up for this class in particular in a tightly knit body hugging
dress that just barely covered her ass.  She pictured herself
sitting on the corner of the desk with their eyes glued on her
legs. She could just imagine their reaction as she stood with her
back to them and reached high to write something along the top of
the chalkboard.  She could see herself teasing them unmercifully
like this, and then stopping to ask for a show of hands from anyone
who did NOT have a hardon.
     Mink laughed softly to herself and then sighed.  The truth
was, there were some days when she'd really like to just lock the
door to the classroom and give it away until there wasn't a one of
them left who could get it up anymore.  This business of everyone
being horny worked both ways, and Mink seemed to stay almost
uncomfortably aroused all the time.

     Mink made it through all her classes without succumbing to her
desires, and after stopping by Alfredo's for a take-home pizza, she
called Jim to let him know that she would arrive with Mariah on
Friday night.  They discussed some of the things they might do
while she was there, with Mink cradling the phone between her jaw
and shoulder, diddling herself idly with one hand and feeding
herself pizza with the other one.  The conversation got the best of
her, and Mink forgot about the pizza and let Jim bring her to a
much needed orgasm over the phone.  He loved to do that, she knew,
but he always waited for her to call him, and for her to ask him to
make her come.

     The rest of the week slipped by, and Mink awoke Friday morning
excited that she would be with Jim again before the end of the day.
Not only that, but she would have a glorious two days and three
nights with little miss rah rah Mariah, as well.
     Mink could easily tell that Mariah was excited about the
weekend trip.  She felt her big eyes on her all during class, and
every time she turned to look at her, Mariah would smile broadly at
her.  On one of those occasions Mariah had pointed to her
wristwatch and mouthed the number hours left before their trip
would begin.  After class she stopped by Mink's desk.
     "Miss B., your step-dad...he's cool, right?  I mean he's not
uptight or anything?  Is he with it, mostly?"
     Mink chuckled at the questions and the language she used.
     "He's very `with it', Mariah, yes.  Why do you ask?"
     "Oh, it's nothing, really.  I was just thinking I might wear
some cut-off jeans for the ride out there, and I didn't want to
blow his mind the first thing by not dressing okay.  Think that's
okay?"
     "He'll love your cut-off jeans, Mariah, and he'll love you.
Just relax.  Wear whatever you want to wear."
     "Okay, sounds great! So you're gonna pick me up in the dorm
lot at about 3:30, right?"
     "I sure am, and I'm looking forward to it.  See you later!"
     
     The appointed time finally arrived, and Mink eagerly tossed
her bag in the trunk of her car and drove around to the parking lot
behind Branson Hall, the largest of the women's dorms.  Mariah was
waiting for her, glorious in her youthful beauty and enthusiasm,
the cut-off jeans perfect with their ragged edges and extreme cut,
a simple white blouse above them which was tied below her breasts.
     Mariah put her bags in the trunk next to Mink's, and got in
next to her.  Mink allowed herself one good look at Mariah's
wonderfully tanned legs and gaping blouse before she drove away. 
This was going to be one hell of a weekend.

Continued in MRWADE.163...

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