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MRWADE.160                                        By Master Wade


                   The Farmer's Step-Daughter

                           Part Eleven


     Mink sat on one of the stone benches that bordered the
University Commons.  She watched the students taking advantage of
summer's last offerings, some sunbathing, some tossing frisbees,
others simply laying on their stomachs in the closely-trimmed lush
grass, reading.
     She had chosen this particular bench because it afforded her
a view of one of the students in her English 101 class, a freshman
coed named Mariah, from Columbus, Ohio.  There were two student's
named Mariah in her class, and Mink had made the innocent mistake
of calling this one Mariah from Ohio, something she now regretted. 
Other students had picked it up, and no one could be more tired of
hearing it now than Mink, unless of course it was Mariah.
     Mariah lay on her stomach, soaking in the rays of the mid-day
sun.  Mink had watched her from her classrooom as she had slipped
out of her shorts and top, and as she had lain, bikini-clad, on the
beach towel.  Her golden hued hair caught the sun's rays and
bounced it back at Mink, striking chords of memory and previous
pleasures with other girls like Mariah.  She had to get closer.
     Finding the bench nearest Mariah empty, Mink had placed her
briefcase on the grass and had stretched her legs out in front of
her, pulling the knee-length skirt up half-way on her thighs.  She
cared little for what amount of tan they would get in the summer's
waning days, but anyone watching would certainly notice her legs,
and perhaps not notice the real reason for her being there.
     Mariah lazily bent the leg nearest Mink, her calf muscle
rippling slightly as she raised her foot skyward.  She shook her
head slightly and turned to face Mink, smiling with recognition and
then closing her eyes, resting her head on her crossed arms.
     Mink's gaze roamed over the young girl's body, taking in the
perfect curve of her ass, the delightful fullness of her thighs,
the slim but muscular curves of her calves.  They followed the
smooth but acute dip of her lower back, and the slow rise to her
shoulders, interrupted only by the straps of the white bikini top.
Mariah's breasts were not large, and there was no bulging of them
to the sides as she lay on them.  Her beautiful blonde hair hung
well past her shoulders, and while she wore it straight it never
looked dull or lifeless.
     Mink had resisted involvement with students during her first
year of teaching, wanting to be sure that she cemented her
relationship with the University before exploring such delights.
But she wanted this one.  She wanted her for herself, but also as
a gift to Jim.
     Much had happened over the last eight years.  Her final year
of high school had been a blur of activity, not only in school, but
at home as well.  The year had been a virtual banquet of sex for
all of them.  Jim had skillfully taken both Mink and Wendy under
his wing and had trained the two girls in every aspect of
submission, bondage and discipline, and even some Sado-Masochism,
although Wendy had been much more excited by the S&M than had Mink.
The two of them had spent countless hours bound together or side by
side in the barn, eagerly allowing Jim to use their young bodies in
whatever way he pleased, reveling in the passions his talented
techniques ignited in their young bodies.  When it had been too
cold to use the barn, Jim had made provisions in the attic, above
Mink's bedroom, and the girls were often taken there; sometimes
alone, sometimes together, always naked.
     Mink's mother, Anne, had surprised Mink by her acceptance of
her relationship to Jim, and by her own involvement with them. 
Obviously she had known more all along than Mink had realized, and
she had very quickly made it clear to Mink that she wanted to be
much closer to her daughter.
     It was hard for Mink to think about that sharing now.  It had
been beautiful, but it had ended suddenly and tragicly when Anne
had been killed in a plane crash enroute to visit relatives in
Maine.  Mink would always be grateful that she had been able to
share that deep intimacy with her mother, but it was still painful
for her to remember, even now.
     The insurance settlement resulting from Anne's death had
provided not only the funds for Mink's education, but had made her
financially secure, at least at a reasonably comfortable standard
of living.
     Not too long after Anne's death, Vicky and Wendy had come to
live with them at the farm.  Mink was thrilled, and it helped to
take some of the loneliness away, although no one would ever be
able to take her mother's place.  When fall came Mink and Wendy
both left for college, leaving Vicky and Jim alone for the first
time in years.  At first things had gone well with them, and
although they chose not to marry, they appeared to be happy.
     Then one day Vicky left, leaving a note to Jim explaining that
she had met another man and that she was going to live with him in
Manhattan.  Jim was deeply disappointed, and while it wasn't
Wendy's fault, her relationship to both Jim and Mink had become
strained after that.  Mink hadn't seen either Vicky or Wendy in
years.
     Jim poured himself into the operation of the farm after that,
and every time Mink came home from college there was some major
improvement to see.  He had done well, and had been able to buy up
several of the smaller farms around theirs, improving them and
consolidating their operations.  He was now a wealthy man, and had
only recently begun to slow down and think more about his personal
life.
     Mink had continued and still continued to be Jim's slave,
serving him gladly whenever she went home, or whenever he chose to
visit her.  To her knowledge Jim had not been involved with anyone
other than herself since Vicky had left.  She wanted that to
change.  There had never been even a moment when Jim had not been
supportive of Mink as she had grown from a girl into womanhood.  He
had encouraged her to choose whatever college she liked, accepting
the regretable fact that her choice might make it more difficult
for them to be together.  When it had done exactly that, Jim had
visited often, but he had also made it clear to Mink that she was
to date freely and enjoy her classmates.  At one point when Mink
had become especially homesick, Jim had even made arrangements for
a friend of his who lived near the University to dominate her. 
Mink had gone to him many times, and had loved it, but it would
never be quite the same with anyone else.  Jim would always be her
Master.
     So now Mink was scouting for Jim, finding pussy for him, young
pussy that he could mould and shape to suit him, just as he had
done with her.  She wouldn't presume to attempt to select a wife
for him, but she definitely could pick girls that they both could
enjoy.  There was no doubt at all about that.
     Mink had changed very little physically over the years, and
what change did occur had made her even more appealing visually and
sexually.  She had blossomed into a young woman with powerful, if
not spectacular, beauty.  Her body was as youthful as ever, as
indeed it should be at twenty-four.  Undergirding her physical
beauty was a more refined charm, something which had come naturally
as she had exposed herself to the world outside the farm.
     It seemed almost laughable now to compare the present Melinda
Kay Birch to the young renegade who had gotten her nickname from
shoplifting mink coats.  No one even called her Mink now, except
for David, Jim's Master friend, Jim himself, of course, and a few
of the people back home who had known her as a teenager.  She
missed that, in a way, but in her position as a professor, she was
inclined to believe Melinda was more appropriate.
     "Great legs, Ms. Birch," a handsome sophomore said, as he
walked by.
     "Get away from me you horny college boy, before you grow hair
on your palms," she said, smiling at him.  He was one she could
fuck any time she wanted, but that she had so far resisted.  The
boy's name was Chuck, and she could seldom see him without thinking
of her old boyfriend who had eventually discovered he was gay and
was now living somewhere in California.  Maybe that had something
to do with her ability to resist this Chuck.  Maybe not.
     Mink watched with admiration as Mariah rolled over onto her
back, tugging at the corners of her bikini bottom with both hands
to reposition it.  She could just imagine the feel of the tiny
bottom tugging at Mariah's sex, and she wondered if Mariah could be
as aware of feelings like that as she herself had always been. 
Mink pinched her own panties through the thin material of her
skirt, making it appear that she was simply adjusting it, but
instead tugging her own panties up into her, just to feel what
Mariah might have felt.  She felt a warm glow spread through her,
and unconciously licked her lips.
     Somewhere behind her, on the narrow street that ran between
the law library and the apartments that housed many of the law
students, Mink heard someone startup a motorcycle, and she
immediately thought of Matt.  How lucky that she had not become
entangled with him, which might easily have happened, had it not
been for Jim.  Matt had been a cruel and wonderful lover, but had
turned out to be a loser at life, convicted for armed robbery
during her freshman year in college.  It saddened her to think of
it, but it was comforting to know that she had not been drawn into
such a life of despair herself.
     Mariah began gathering her things and stood, sliding the
shorts up her long legs and pulling on the t-shirt top which was
decorated with a colorful and innocent ice cream parlor
advertisement on the front.  She walked over to Mink, her hips
moving with that easy swing of a girl who knows she is being
watched and likes it.
     "Great day, huh Ms. Birch?", she asked, stopping in front of
Mink and holding her books to her chest.
     "It sure is, Mariah.  A great day to get that last little bit
of sun."
     "Yep.  I'm going to miss being able to lay out.  I'll go to a
tanning booth during the winter months, of course.  Can't stand
being white, and I'm pitifully white if I don't work at it.  But it
isn't the same as being outside and feeling the sun."
     "I know what you mean.  I love to feel the sun caressing my
body.  Sometimes it's almost like a lover, warming me, giving me
the tingles."
     "The tingles.  I like that. I never quite thought of it in
that way, but you're right.  There is something very sensuous about
it.  Hey, you should lose some of those clothes and lay out with me
tomorrow.  Won't be long before this grass is all brown and dead
looking and the leaves are all gone from the trees."
     "I don't know what the administration would think of that,
Mariah.  Probably not much.  But if you feel up to a drive some
weekend, I'd love to show you my family's farm.  We could lay out
there all day.  Might do you good to get away from school for a day
in the country."
     "Neat!  Your family has a farm?  Do you have horses?  I'm
crazy about horses!"
     Mink stifled a laugh.  "Oh yes, we have horses for sure.  Some
of the most beautiful specimens of horseflesh you can imagine."
     "Then you've got a deal.  Just give me a couple of days
notice, so I don't make other plans.  I'll look forward to it! 
Well, I gotta go.  Take care, Ms. Birch.  See ya!"
     Mink watched her walk away, surprised at how easy that had
been.  Of course she had failed to mention that it was a four hour
drive, which would almost definitely make it necessary for them to
spend the night there, if not the weekend.  But she really didn't
think that would matter to Mariah.  It would only make it more
exciting for her. And for Mink and Jim too, without a doubt.

Continued in MRWADE.161....

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