Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade80.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= The Farmer's Step-daughter, Part Three


As the days and weeks passed, Mink grew increasingly frustrated
by her 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 and
hard, and rubbing her small hands up and down the full length of
them. On one occasion the big black stallion that Mink had come
to think of as her own had ejaculated while she rubbed him,
spewing an unbelievable amount of warm cum in seemingly endless
streams as she rubbed him up and down his shaft. Mink had stared
open-mouthed at the spectacle, shocked but pleased at what she
had made happen. As she stared at the pools of horse cum there in
the straw, she wondered just how much it would be like the cum
that she had so often taken from Matt's cock. Would it feel like
his cum on her skin? Would it taste like his? There was so much
of it! What would it be like to feel it shooting into her, long
gush after long gush pouring into her mouth or her vagina?

Such thoughts embarassed Mink, but excited her as well, and she
had moved back into the corner of the stall and had rubbed her
wet pussy hotly, staring at the still hard cock and the puddles
of warm horse semen. She felt so depraved, fingering herself
there in front of the stallion, thinking about his cock and his
cum, but never had she felt so much passion course through her
body. Surely it would be impossible to take such a huge cock into
herself...but yet Mink thought about it as she masturbated. Could
she open that wide? How much of its length could she take? How
could she position her body to allow the huge animal to fuck her?
Suppose he tried to put the whole thing into her...would he harm
her, or perhaps keep her from ever being able to have babies?
Maybe she would just lick the head sometime and let him spray her
face. She could keep her mouth open if she wanted, and taste him.
Or she could close it if it got to be too much, letting the warm
semen splash against her face and run over her breasts and
stomach.

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.
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