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MRWADE.163                                         By Master Wade




                   The Farmer's Step-Daughter

                        Chapter Fourteen



     Mariah was a talker, and getting to know her was easy during
the long ride to the farm.  She was also very curious about Mink
and Jim and asked all the normal questions.  Mink was eager for her
to know the answer to some of the not so normal questions, but she
allowed the conversation to follow its natural course.
     Mariah thought the nickname Mink was wonderful, and with a
touch of embarassment asked if she might call her that.  Mink was
happy for her to, of course, only asking that she continue calling
her something more appropriate at school.
     After the first hour or so of the drive, Mariah grew sleepy
and asked Mink if she would mind her taking a nap.  It suited Mink
just fine, if for no other reason than the freedom it would give
her to look at Mariah's legs.  She adjusted the rear-view mirror to
give her a bit different view, and was even able to adjust the
makeup mirror behind the visor on Mariah's side of the car so that
she had a rather interesting view of her breasts from above.
     Mariah had appeared to be napping for nearly an hour when she
stirred and ask Mink if she would mind her laying down.  Mink
certainly had no objection, and was pleased by Mariah taking her
hand and laying it on her shoulder as she put her head on Mink's
thigh and got comfortable.  The blouse Mariah wore was nearly
sleeveless, and Mink liked touching her bare arm.  Little by little
she grew more bold and began to caress her gently with her
fingertips, not moving her hand at all, but simply letting her
fingers touch Mariah's soft skin in small circles.
     After a bit Mariah rolled over onto her back, and as she did
she took Mink's hand and lay it on her bare stomach, just between
her navel and the top of her cut-off's.  She lay her hand on top of
Mink's, a gesture which Mink wanted to believe was an affirmation
of her wanting Mink to touch her there.
     Mink was becoming aroused by this entire situation, and wanted
desperately to touch Mariah freely.  If the weekend was going to be
all that she wanted it to she would have to make a move sometime,
but she didn't want to ruin things by making it too early.  She
glanced down at Mariah and saw the waistband of the cut-off jeans
gaping, leaving at least an inch of space between it and Mariah's
board flat belly.  Her panties showed in the gap, lacey white
panties which were cut in a V at the top.  Mariah stirred slightly
and Mink could feel more pressure from her breast against her arm.
     Ever so slowly Mink began to allow her fingers to move
slightly on Mariah's naked stomach.  At first her movements were so
slight that she wasn't sure if Mariah would have been aware of them
had she been awake.  Gradually she touched her more freely, until
she was certain that Mariah would notice them unless she was fast
asleep.  Almost as if in response to her unspoken questions, Mariah
began caressing Mink's hand lightly with her own fingers, echoing
Mink's touch.  This made Mink much braver, and she lifted her hand
slightly to allow her fingers to move in a wide arc just above the
top of Mariah's shorts.
     Mink's mind was focused intently on what she touched with her
fingers, feeling the downy soft hair which was nearly invisible on
Mariah's young belly, anticipating as she moved her hand lower in
infinitestimal degrees the denim touching her fingers as she moved
them under the waistband of the cut-offs.  Then it was there, the
feeling of her shorts touching her fingers.  She was inside them
now, barely, but the distance her hand had moved seemed much
greater than it really was.  A fraction of an inch further and she
was certain she would be touching the lace of Mariah's panties. But
she couldn't touch them without moving her arm.  Try as she might,
her fingers would not reach the panties.  The muscles in her arm
tensed, and she stretched her fingers as much as possible, trying
desperately to feel the lace, wanting to at least go that far.
     Mariah stirred, startling Mink, and she guiltily prepared to
slide her hand back out of Mariah's shorts.  Just as she was about
to move her arm, Mariah sighed and took hold of her wrist and
pushed it downward, forcing Mink's hand inside her shorts, her
fingers under the lacy panties, not stopping until Mink could feel
the fine hair of Mariah's pubis.
     Mink pressed downward with her fingertips immediately, not
wanting there to be any mistake at this point. She saw Mariah's
legs move apart slightly, and felt her hand still tightly gripping
her wrist.  There could be no mistake.  Mariah wanted Mink to touch
her there.  She began moving her hand even further, but felt the
waistband of the shorts stopping her.  She would have to press down
more firmly on Mariah's belly to make her hand go the rest of the
way, but before she could garner the extra courage to do so, Mariah
was reaching for the button that held her shorts closed, and
tugging down the zipper to give her room.
     Mink looked down quickly at Mariah's face, but her eyes were
still closed, even though there could be no doubt of her being
awake and fully aware of what was happening.  Mink slid her hand
lower and felt the top of Mariah's sex with her fingertips.  She
rubbed her gently there and felt Mariah's hips rising, pressing
herself against Mink, encouraging her.  Her heart pounding, Mink
slid her fingers lower, down the length of Mariah's slit.  Mariah's
response was to open her legs as widely as possible, offering
herself up to Mink, wanting it all just as much as Mink wanted it.
     Moving her fingers slightly to the left and then to the right,
Mink pressed Mariah's lips open, feeling the wetness that had
gathered inside them.  She pressed between them with her middle
finger, and began to enter Mariah's sweet young college girl pussy.
     Then she became aware of the blinking red lights behind her.
     "Shit!", she cursed, pulling her hand out of Mariah's pants
and readjusting the rear view mirror.  Sure enough, she was being
pulled over.
     Mariah sat up groggily, forgetting to close her jeans, her
pretty blonde hair disheveled from snuggling next to Mink.  Mink
slowed the car and pulled over, wondering how fast she had been
going.  She cursed again as she waited for the officer to complete
his walk to her car.
     "Your license and registration, please," the officer said,
looking in the window at Mariah's legs and her unzipped and
unbuttoned shorts.  Mariah realized her condition then and
awkwardly zipped her cut-off's back up, her face a crimson red.
     "Do you know how fast you were going, Ma'am?", she officer
asked.
     "Actually, I'm afraid not, officer," Mink replied. "I guess
I wasn't paying enough attention."
     "No, I guess not," he replied, smiling a knowing smile and
glancing over at Mariah again.  "You were going seventy three miles
an hour, and this is a fifty-five mile an hour zone."
     "Gosh, I didn't think I was going that fast.  I'm sorry," Mink
said, knowing her being sorry wouldn't make much difference.  They
were all sorry.
     "May I ask where you're headed?", he asked.
     "Home. Or at least to where I'm from," Mink replied.  "The
family farm is...well, gee...," Mink said, looking around at the
countryside, "actually, the family farm is only a few miles from
here.  We're closer than I thought."
     "You wouldn't be speaking of the old Burch place, would you?",
he asked.
     "Yes!", Mink said, surprised that he knew it, but then
realizing that he must often patrol this road.
     "Ahhhh, well, I know Jim quite well.  You must be his step-
daughter.  He's always talking about you.  You're name is Mink, I
think, right?"
     "Actually, it's Melinda, but everyone around here calls me
Mink." She chuckled to herself. "It's a long story."
     "I've heard it. Jim told me that too."
     "Goodness, what all DID Jim tell you about me?", Mink asked,
smiling at him.
     The officer grinned.  "Enough that I think I can forget about
writing you a ticket.  If you don't mind, that is?"
     Mink blushed.  This guy must be a very close friend of Jim's
if he told him very much about her.  Jim was very tight-lipped most
of the time, especially about Mink.
     "Mind?  I hardly mind.  That's really very nice of you." She
glanced over at Mariah and found her smiling from ear to ear.
     "My pleasure.  I'm glad we met.  You don't have very far to
go, but do try to keep your mind on your driving the rest of the
way.  I know it's a challenge," he said, looking purposely at
Mariah again, "but do it just for me, okay?"
     "I will, and thanks again.  Maybe I can repay the favor
sometime," she said, looking at his broad shoulders and dark hair.
     "I'm sure we'll see each other again.  Be careful now."
     
     "Whew!  You're lucky he didn't give you a ticket," Mariah
said, as the officer pulled out into the road and drove away. "But
I think he likes you." 
     "Maybe," Mink said, smiling, "but he was sure giving you the
eye too."
     "Yeah, I guess so, since I was sitting here with my pants half
off!"
     Mink laughed softly.  "I enjoyed that. I'm really sorry we got
interrupted."
     "Me too.  I hope you can finish what you started real soon,"
Mariah replied, her face flushed.
     "How soon would you like for that to be?", Mink asked, putting
her hand on Mariah's thigh and caressing it softly.
     "Immediately," she said, unzipping the jeans once more, "if
not sooner."
     Mink slid from behind the wheel, closer to her, and pulled her
head to her as she slipped her left hand back into her pants.
Mariah met her kiss, her tender young mouth hungry and anxious. Her
hands moved to the cut-offs and she shoved them and her panties
down her legs to her ankles, kicking them the rest of the way off.
     Mink felt her fingers slide in effortlessly as Mariah opened
her legs widely.  Mariah moaned and gave herself to Mink, her
entire body melting at her touch.  Her hand moved to Mink's crotch,
but Mink moved away from her, sliding into the floorboard, and
lifting one of Mariah's long legs and ducking under it.
     "This is for you, Mariah. All for you."  Her tongue slid from
her mouth and Mariah felt it stabbing at her clitoris.  Her back
arched, her breasts pressing against the fabric of the blouse as
she felt her English teacher's mouth working expertly on her sex.
     Mariah moaned hotly.  It was so good; even better than she had
fantasized it being. She pictured Mink standing at the blackboard
and forced herself to connect that woman with this one who was so
busy licking her juices and sucking at her lips.  She filled both
hands with Mink's hair and fucked herself at Mink's face, Ms.
Burch's face, her orgasm coming quickly and explosively, her high
pitched wail lost in the darkness of the night.

Continued in MRWADE.164.....

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