Chapter One

Her full name was Melinda Kay Burch, but they all called her Mink.
Her step-father had begun calling her that when she had been caught trying
to shoplift a mink coat from a store in a nearby city. Mink had been
caught on several occasions trying to pull similar stunts and had been in
and out of reform schools since the age of eleven. Mink's mother did
everything she knew to do for her, but there was a wild streak in her that
it seemed impossible to tame.

Her natural father had been of no help at all, and most everyone
attributed Mink's proclivities to his influence on her. Mink's mother had
left her father when Mink was fifteen years old on the advice of the
social services department who believed him responsible for most of Mink's
problems. Not quite three months after their divorce was final she had met
Jim and they had married shortly thereafter.

Jim and Anne had gotten along well from the start. Anne had a
tendency to be rather weak and indecisive where Mink was concerned and
needed a strong man as a mate. Jim was just that, a tall, slim but
muscular man of simple ways and tastes who had grown up on his father's
farm and had taken it over upon his death. It had been a dairy farm at one
time, but now the milking barn was used mainly for the storage of hay for
the beef cattle and horses that Jim raised and sold at the market.

Anne had enjoyed learning the farm life and was quite a bit of help
to Jim, always eager to please him in all ways and captivated by his
dominant charm and inner strength. Even Mink had seemed to adapt well to
the new environment and seemed to respect and admire her new step-father,
who was obviously fond of her. Anne had expressed to Jim her desire for
him to be the father figure that Mink had so long been without, and Jim
had accepted that task gladly and seemed to be doing a wonderful job.

It was partly because of the closeness that Jim and Mink seemed to
be developing and also because of Anne's frustration with her, that after
the attempted shoplifting of the fur coat, Anne had pleaded with Jim to do
whatever he could to straighten out the young thief.

"I'm completely at a loss, Jim", Anne sighed. "She's never listened
to me or to anyone else, and if she gets caught trying anything like this
again she'll get much more than a three month sentence, they've already
said as much! Every time she comes back from those reform schools she
seems wilder than ever... I just don't know what to do with her!"

"She needs discipline, Anne... she's never really had it from
anyone. I don't mean to be critical of you, you're just too sweet and
soft, and can't stand to see her unhappy about anything. I'm not sure you
can stand to see her get the discipline she really needs."

"I know... I'm not sure I can either. But I trust you, Jim. I trust
you, and I know that Mink cares enough for you that she will respond to
you and the discipline you can give her. Please do what you can...
whatever it takes...
Please?"

"If thats what you want, Anne, but I must tell you that I will have
to do it MY way. Mink needs more than simple discipline... she needs
something to keep her too busy for shoplifting, and something to fill the
emptiness that she feels inside. I can provide what she needs, but it will
be an unusual approach... one that you must accept and trust me with
entirely."

"Anything, Jim. Whatever it takes, please do it. If there are parts
of it you don't feel I can handle, then keep them from me, but do whatever
you can, however you can do it. I promise that if Mink comes to me that I
will explain to her that you have my complete support in everything you
are doing, no matter what it is."

After this discussion, Mink's relationship with her stepfather began
to change. It was a gradual change, one carefully planned and guided by
Jim, and so natural that Mink was completely unaware that there was
anything planned about it. She only knew that she was growing closer and
closer to him both emotionally and physically. She was becoming more and
more aware of inner strengths and qualities in her step-father that were
drawing her to him more closely with each passing day. If at one point she
had resented his advice and instruction, she now began desiring it, coming
to him often to discuss things that were bothering her, accepting
correction from him without animosity, honestly interested and concerned
about what he thought.

There were times now when their eyes met and Mink could feel
something very deep inside her being touched gently, yet firmly. It was a
strange emotion for Mink, a crazy mixture that she couldn't really
understand, but which seemed to be made up of love, fear, passion and
trust. There was a sensuousness developing between them that was different
from anything she had experienced with the boys she had known, and yet
there had been no real physical contact between the two of them. Jim often
hugged her, of course, and when she offered her lips to him he would kiss
her there softly... but he never prolonged the kiss nor allowed his hands
to roam over her young body.

Jim's reluctance to try her limits was something which had surprised
Mink from the start. She knew he must surely find her attractive... all
the men did...
and she often caught him watching her at times when her legs or
breasts were a bit more exposed than they might usually be. Mink had heard
tales about stepfathers from the girls in the reform school, and fully
expected Jim to try to take advantage of her young charms. He never had,
inspite of the fact that Mink had purposely teased him with her young body
from time to time.

As she grew closer to Jim, Mink began wanting him sexually as she
had never wanted any man. The desire burned so hotly inside her that she
wondered if her mother was aware of it, or if Jim could see it when he
looked at her. A day never passed now that Mink didn't lay in her bed in
her room, rubbing her hard little clitoris and fantasizing about her
handsome step-father taking her naked body in his arms and filling her
with his manhood.

It wasn't as if there were no other men in Mink's life. There were a
couple of the local guys that Mink dated from time to time. They were as
different as two men could be, Matt the virile athletic type, resplendent
in is black leather biker's outfit, and Chuck (or Charles, as his mother
called him...
God, how Mink hated that), who was the upper-class type...
college-bound, his success assured by his family's connections. Matt's
parents could care less who he dated, or what he did, as long as they
weren't bothered any more than absolutely necessary. Chuck's parents were
embarrassed by his interest in Mink and did all they could do to try to
persuade him to turn his romantic attentions elsewhere.

Mink was having sex with both of them whenever it was convenient...
more often with Matt simply because he would take her wherever he could,
while Chuck seemed to prefer more secluded and romantic surroundings,
which weren't always easily available to them. Mink's mother had made sure
that she was taking the pill, but until recently, Jim had made no mention
of her activities with the two boys.

When he finally brought it up, Mink was a bit surprised by what she
heard.

"Mink, I know that you are sexually active with your young friends.
I also know that you are on the pill, which is good, but from now on you
will come to me after your dates and let me check you over to make sure
that you are protected as much as possible. Your mother and I are proud of
your development into a young woman and merely want to make sure that you
develop in the proper way."

"You want to `check me over'?", Mink asked, a bit confused.

"Yes, I'll wait up for you, to make sure that you are returned home
safely. Then you will come to me and remove your clothing and I will
examine you to be sure there has been no damage done to you which might
require medical attention."

Mink had never been more excited in her life as she was when she
thought about standing nude in front of Jim, allowing him to examine her
body after having been on dates. Would he enter her himself when he did
that, she wondered?
Would she be taken by Matt or Chuck, and then come home to be used
once more by her handsome step-father? As she thought about all the
possibilities she felt her heart pounding within her chest and could feel
her nipples hardening under the shirt she was wearing. She swallowed hard
before replying to her step-father.

"You're so sweet... I still have so much to learn about sex. I'm
glad you care enough to want to protect me. Thanks!"

She threw her arms around Jim's neck, hugging him tightly and loving
the feel of her breasts as they pushed against his broad, manly chest.
Jim's arms wrapped around her and he pulled her to him in a way he had
never done before, her crotch being pulled tightly to his, his member full
and pressing against her soft belly. Suddenly he released her and pushed
her away.

"Now," he said smiling, holding her at arms length, "you get to
bed... we'll talk about all of this another time."

Mink retired to her bedroom obediently that night and stood for
quite some time in front of the full length mirror on her closet door,
examining her ripe young body and imagining what it would be like to
present it to Jim. Her hands roamed over her ripe breasts, teasing her
nipples to their full hardness. Her right hand slid down her flat belly
and through the soft, sparse pubic hair to her throbbing clitoris and wet
soft lips. Staring into her eyes, her peripheral vision taking in the
remainder of her nakedness, Mink moved her hips hotly against her
intruding fingers, hunching lewdly as she thought about her handsome
stepfather and the earlier feel of his cock pressing against her.
When she came, her orgasm seemed to run on forever, as if it would
never end, and she covered her mouth with her left hand, afraid she might
scream her passion into the dark house.

Later as she tossed and turned in the big bed, Mink thought about
how lucky she was to have Jim for a step-father. She would do whatever he
asked of her, no matter what it was. The emptiness she had felt so deeply
in the past was being filled now, and it was wonderful beyond words. The
possibility still existed that she might disappoint him in some way, she
knew that... she seemed pretty good at making mistakes sometimes... but
she would make that up to him if it happened, no matter what she had to
do.

Her hand slid between her legs once more, her fingers toying with
her clitoris and sliding between the lips of her sex again. Yes... yes,
Jim... whatever you say, whatever you wish... anything!

The cool night air blew Mink's long hair back as they rode through
the streets, the big Harley throbbing beneath her bottom. She gripped Matt
tightly with her legs and arms, her head resting against the black leather
jacket he wore. She had no idea where they were going, and really didn't
care. She knew that before the night was over Matt would be on top of her,
pumping his young meat into her with a ferocity that no one else had been
able to match. Chuck certainly couldn't, although his tender approach to
love-making (as he called it) did have its appeal at times. She might have
to spend a part of the evening watching Matt shoot pool with his friends
before he would get around to having his way with her, but she didn't mind
that. Since that first time, when Matt had taken her into the backroom at
the Biker's Barn and had bent her over the oil drum and fucked her hard
from behind, they had never failed to do it at least once when they were
on a date, and if she had to watch some pool shooting first, that was okay
with her.

As she thought about what was sure to lay ahead of her that evening,
Mink let her hand slide to Matt's crotch, and rubbed his thick cock
through the conforming black leather pants. She loved to touch him like
that, to wrap her fingers around the bulge in his left pants leg. It was
always there, never in the right leg or pressed against his belly, but
always angled to the left, always large enough and firm enough to find
easily and to enjoy. She slid her small fingers back and forth over the
cool, slick leather, her thumb and forefinger slipping briefly over the
prominent rim of his big cock head before sliding back down the shaft once
more.

As she continued stroking Matt, Mink thought about her step- father,
wondering if his cock was large like Matt's or somewhat smaller like
Chuck's. She had tried to be in the right place at the right time on
several occasions, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jim with his organ
exposed, but had so far been unsuccessful. Would tonight be the night she
would see it for the first time?
God!... she hoped so! All she had been able to think about for the
last few days was what Jim had said to her about "checking her" after her
dates, and now as she and Matt rode along and she stroked his thick cock
with her hand, she felt her tiny bikini panties soaking up her juices as
she grew wetter and wetter.

Mink had always been fascinated by cocks. Her natural father had
always kept some dirty magazines in his dresser drawer, and when there was
no one else around Mink would slip them from their hiding place and look
at the men in them, their big dicks so long and thick and angry looking.
She liked to look at the women too, and had always wondered what it would
be like to kiss another woman "there", as some of the pictures showed.
When she played with herself she would remove her wet fingers from her sex
and put them in her mouth, sucking the juices, pretending in her mind that
it was another woman's juices she was tasting, rather than her own. She
found the taste pleasant, actually, certainly more pleasant than the cum
that men expected her to take into her mouth. But the cum did come from
cocks after all, and that made all the difference. She would take anything
that came from a cock and love it, that's how much she loved them.

Mink's fascination with cocks also extended to the farm animals. Not
long after they had moved to the farm, Mink had witnessed a stallion and a
mare coupling in the field. She couldn't believe the size of the black
horse's cock! It seemed at least 36 inches long, and as big around as her
forearm, maybe even bigger! Watching the big black stallion mount the mare
from behind and pump into her with that monstrous dick had made Mink hot,
and she had laid in the hay in the barn afterward and played with herself,
thinking about the huge horse dick she had just been priledged to see.

Matt downshifted and turned the bike hard to the left, awakening
Mink from her reverie. He had turned onto McAlister Park Drive, and was
now heading up the hill toward the picnic shelters. Passing the first two
shelters, Matt slid the bike to a halt at shelter number three and pulled
Mink from the bike roughly.
The shelter was dark, only dimly lighted by the light from the dusk
to dawn light at shelter number two, and Mink stumbled along behind Matt
until he reached a table in the center of the shelter. He lifted her,
setting her down on the table and pushing her back onto her back, pushing
her short leather mini- skirt up to her waist and tugging the tiny panties
down her legs.

"Damn, baby... you were about to make me splash in my fuckin pants!
I don't know what's got you so fuckin hot tonight, but if you need some
dick, you're about to get it!", he said hotly, spreading her legs open and
pulling her to the edge of the table.

Mink was somewhat puzzled by the rough way in which Matt was taking
her, unaware that she had been pumping his hard cock for all she was worth
as her mind had roamed earlier on the bike. But she made no effort to stop
him, finding his urgency nothing more than a match for the heat she was
feeling herself. She wrapped her legs around his leather clad body,
bracing herself for the entrance of his thick meat into her more than
ready hole.

Quickly unzipping his pants, Matt struggled to remove his hard cock
and reached forward with his left hand to hold Mink's sex open in
readiness for his entrance. His fingers pushed her slick lips apart and he
moved forward, pressing the big head of his dick into her with one long
and hard plunge.

Mink gasped, feeling the huge cock slamming into her. She grasped
the table under her with her hands, trying to steady herself against this
onslaught, and tightened her thighs, trying to hold Matt inside her. But
she was no match for his strength, and Matt pulled back, his cock moving
outward and then slamming home once more. Over and over he plunged into
her, his heavy balls slapping her ass as he rammed her with his hard fuck
meat.

Almost before she was aware of what was happening, Mink found
herself exploding with passion, her thighs jerking against her young
lover, her orgasm coursing through her slim body. She grunted hotly as she
hunched her hips back up at Matt, and was only vaguely aware that he was
now spurting into her, his cock jerking as he released his load of hot cum
into her trembling pussy.

Mink clenched her vaginal lips, milking Matt's withering cock until
he finally removed it from her, wiping the head against her thigh and
tucking it back into his pants. She lay back on the table, panting and
resting, unaware that Matt had walked back to the bike. Hearing it start
with a roar, Mink jumped from the table and pulled her panties back up
under her skirt, running to the bike and throwing her leg over it and
wrapping her arms around him once again before he roared off.

The rest of the evening passed slowly for Mink. Normally she would
have had the anticipation of Matt taking her sexually to make it more
palatable, but she realized quite correctly that her one fuck for the
night had already taken place. Finally their date had ended and Matt had
dropped her off at the farm, roaring away before she ever got to the front
door of the house.

Just as he had promised, Jim was waiting for her in the living room
upon her arrival, watching tv from his favorite chair. He was still fully
dressed, and smiled warmly at Mink as she entered the room.

"Hi!", he said pleasantly, "how was your date?"

Mink tossed her purse down on the table and slid the jacket from her
shoulders.

"It was fine... just about like usual. I like Matt, even though
sometimes I get bored with him and his friends. But, I had fun."

"I'm glad you had fun. Do you remember our conversation of the other
night?", Jim asked.

"Yes, I do", Mink answered quietly. "You want to check me now...
here?"

"Yes, Mink", Jim said, folding his hands in his lap.

"Uh..okay..if thats what you want", Mink said, moving in front of
Jim and slowly unbuttoning the blouse. She seldom wore a bra, her young
tits full but firm. She slid the blouse from her shoulders, blushing a bit
as she watched Jim's eyes take in the beauty of her medium sized breasts.
She unzipped the skirt in back and slid it down her legs, stepping out of
it and tossing it to the floor beside her. Jim's eyes were now running up
and down her long legs, exploring, savoring her soft curves. Mink
swallowed hard and hooked her fingers in the waist-band of the tiny
panties, tugging them downward and stepping from them, tossing them in the
pile formed by her blouse and skirt.
Unsure what to do with her hands, she simply clasped them together
in front of herself and waited.

"Good... now open your legs a bit wider, Mink", Jim instructed.

Mink moved her right foot to the right, opening her legs a bit
wider, feeling her face flush and her sex growing wetter.

"Yes, thats it... now, clasp your hands behind your back", Jim said
evenly.

Mink moved her hands behind her, clasping them in the small of her
back, aware of the way it made her breasts push outward when she did that.

Jim moved to the edge of his seat in front of her and looked at her
naked body, taking his own sweet time and observing every visible part of
her up close.

"Did your young friend enter you tonight, Mink?", Jim asked, matter
of factly.

Mink blushed and grew more excited, thinking about the hard fucking
that Matt had given her on the picnic table earlier.

"Yes, he did, Jim", she replied, hoarsely.

"Did he enter you in your mouth, or your pussy, or your asshole,
Mink?", Jim asked, looking into her eyes.

"In my... uh... in my pussy, Jim... this time", Mink replied,
embarrassed.

"You will call me sir when you answer my questions, Mink", he said,
seriously.

"Yes, sir", Mink replied meekly.

"Did he spurt inside your pussy also, Mink?", he asked.

"Yes, he did... sir."

"You said, this time... does he also spurt in your other holes at
times, Mink?"

Mink swallowed hard. She had never told anyone about the things that
Matt did to her... or Chuck for that matter. "Yes, sir... he sometimes
spurts into my mouth... but never in my... my... well, back there.
Wouldnt' that be very painful, sir?"

Jim reached out and slid one finger slowly between Mink's wet
vaginal lips, opening them as he looked closely at them.

"Well, some women come to love being entered in their assholes,
Mink. Some even prefer it that way and come more strongly that way than
any other. I feel sure you will come to love it that way as well in
time." He slid his middle finger into her wet opening, moving it around
slowly within her.

Mink closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed but tremendously excited
by Jim's touch and his talk.

"I have so much to learn... but I want to learn", she said.

"Yes, I know you do, Mink, and learn you will, I'll see to that", he
said evenly, his finger continuing its prodding.

"Your nipples grow quite hard when you are touched in this way,
don't they, Mink?", Jim asked.

"Yes sir... my nipples are very sensitive. Sometimes Matt sucks them
and bites them... and it feels so good", she replied honestly. She could
hardly believe that it was so easy to talk about these things with Jim,
but it was. He seemed to understand her so well!

Jim withdrew his finger and held it in front of his face, looking at
it intently. Mink looked at it also, and saw the juices covering it, and
blushed even more deeply. Jim placed it in his mouth and sucked it,
cleaning it as she watched, his eyes fixed on hers as he licked it clean.

"That will be all, Mink", Jim said, leaning back in his seat and
crossing his hands in his lap once more.

Mink looked at him, her mouth opening with consternation. She had
assumed there would be more than this. She had thought... but she knew
that it was over. This examination had ended and there would be no more
for tonight.
Somewhat disappointed, but still excited by exposing her naked body
to Jim, Mink picked up her clothes and turned to leave the room. Stopping
before she reached the door to the hallway, she stopped, and turning back
toward Jim, said, "Thank you, sir, for checking me."

"You're welcome, Mink. Sleep well", he replied.

Mink walked up the stairs naked, still unsure what to make of her
examination, and still perplexed by her step-father's failure to take her
as Matt had done earlier. She would have allowed him to do just that, in
fact she had wanted him to do it. Couldn't he tell that? Should she have
asked him to do it to her? What had she done wrong?

She bathed herself quickly, cleaning her body and drying herself off
with the big terry-cloth towel before laying naked between the cool
sheets. Perhaps he will come to me in the night, she thought. Perhaps he
will come to me and teach me how to accept him in my ass. I will sleep
with my legs open, ready for him, in case he does come to me. He can have
me however he chooses, anyway, anytime.

The young, naked step-daughter's hand moved between her legs once
again, and when it had finished its happy work there and had been cleaned
by her hungry mouth it rested on her stomach, sleeping with her and
dreaming of things to come.
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.
her dates with Chuck. They weren't as exciting sexually as the ones
with Matt, but Chuck was much more considerate and liked to do a variety
of interesting things, which was a pleasant contrast to Matt's more narrow
approach to life.
If nothing else it was nice to be able to dress up a bit, to wear a
dress occasionally rather than the tight jeans that Matt usually expected
her to have on.

As she prepared for her date with Chuck, Mink thought about the
difference in the clothes she had to choose from now and the ones she had
owned prior to her mother marrying Jim. Anne had always had such
conservative tastes, and would never let Mink buy anything that was really
in style or what Mink considered to be really pretty. But Jim took Mink on
all her shopping trips now, partly to make sure she didn't shoplift, but
also because he enjoyed watching her try on different outfits, and was
pleased that she respected his opinion about what she should buy.

Unable to change Anne's clothing tastes much so far, Jim had really
enjoyed helping Mink choose her clothes. Mink trusted his judgement
completely, and where her closet had once been stocked with long, full
dresses and loose fitting slacks and blouses, now it was full of much
sexier and more up-to-date clothes, and plenty of them. Jim seemed to have
a particular preference for tight fitting short skirts and dresses, which
Mink had to admit she did look wonderful in, and had even influenced her
taste in lingerie, encouraging her to wear garter-belts and stockings
rather than the pantyhose that so many other women seemed to prefer. They
were a bit of a bother at times, but Mink did enjoy the way they made her
feel so sexy when she wore them, and the ease with which she could open
herself to Chuck or to Jim when she returned from her dates.

Jim amused her when they went shopping. She had more lingerie now
than she could ever hope to wear, especially the garter-belts, but he
insisted on buying her more each time they shopped. It was never enough
that she try them on in the store for him either, once they got back home
he always made her try them all on again, often specifying which pair of
high heels for her to wear, and having her turn slowly in front of him and
sometimes even walk back and forth across the room as we watched. One one
occasion he had returned from town with a bag full of nothing but panties
for her. There had been at least two dozen pair, and she had obediently
modeled each pair for him, giving him ample time to see them on her from
all angles before sliding them off and putting on yet another one.

Now as she sat on the edge of her bed and slid the tan stocking up
her right leg, smoothing it as she went before attaching it to the clip of
the garter-belt, Mink smiled at her handsome step-father's obvious delight
in her young body. She loved for him to look at her, and even though there
was at least a chance that Chuck would make love to her tonight, it was
not his attentions that excited her most, but the opportunity to present
herself once again to Jim upon her return. He seemed to be growing more
and more amorous toward her with each passing day, leaving his fingers
inside her longer when he checked her young pussy, and letting his hands
slide over her breasts and legs more sensously, touching nearly every inch
of her during his examinations.

Shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to drive her
thoughts of Jim from her long enough to finish dressing, Mink stood and
slid the tight dress over her head, tugging it down over her ripe young
frame. She chuckled softly as she thought about her naked breasts. In all
the time that Jim had been buying lingerie for her he had never bought her
a single bra. She surely didn't need them; her breasts, while full, were
quite firm enough to stand high and proud on her chest without any help of
that sort. But she had to wonder how many other girls her age had a
lingerie drawer stocked as her's was.

The doorbell rang, and Mink heard Jim letting Chuck into the living
room. What a difference in Matt and Chuck. Normally Mink would have been
ready for at least thirty minutes before Matt would ever arrive, and the
only announcement of his presence would be the roar of his bike in the
driveway outside the house. There was certainly much to be said for
someone with his manners, even if his love-making was a bit routine and
lack-luster at times.

As the young couple drove away, Mink slid over closer to Chuck,
sliding her dress up nearly to the tops of her stockings and placing her
hand high on his thigh. He smiled at her warmly and placed his hand on her
leg, massaging the stockinged flesh and working his way almost too slowly
toward the top of her leg. Responding to his touch, Mink closed her eyes
and lay her head on his shoulder. She wondered if he knew that he could
stop the car at that very moment and do whatever he wanted to with her. As
much as she would enjoy the nice dinner and the movie they would see
following it, she wanted and needed more than anything to be in the arms
of a man tonight.

Sliding her hand up Chuck's thigh she found his small cock and
rubbed it gently, feeling it begin to respond. Maybe she should suggest
that they just park somewhere and forget dinner and the movie. But she had
tried that before and had been disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. No,
she would have to wait and hope that he would want and need her as much as
she needed him.
Opening her legs and taking Chuck's hand in hers she slid it past
the top of her stocking and over her naked inner thigh pressing it against
her wet pantied crotch and wishing he would slide his fingers under the
edge and finger her. But it was not to be, as he merely patted her and put
his hand back on the wheel, turning the car into the parking lot of the
restaurant.

It was quite a nice restaurant, and Mink felt the eyes of the other
diners on her as they walked to their table. She and Chuck made an
attractive couple, but she knew that it was her on which those eyes were
focusing and it made her nipples grow even more rigid under the tight
dress.

Chuck did most of the talking during dinner, which was just as well
since Mink's mind was filled with thoughts about sex. She tried to hide
her impatience, but it seemed as if they would never get through eating.
At one point Mink had slid her high heel off and toyed with Chucks leg
under the table with her stockinged foot. She wanted to feel it pressed
against his crotch, but Chuck had smiled and moved it back to the floor
when she had tried to put it there. The older man at the table to their
left had watched all that happen, and Mink smiled an embarrassed smile at
him as Chuck pushed her foot away. She wasn't ashamed of her passionate
nature, she just wished that Chuck would take advantage of it.

Finally dinner was over, and as they walked back out to the car,
Mink finally decided to suggest they go somewhere other than the movie.

"Are your Mom and Dad home?", she asked, taking his arm and laying
her head on his shoulder.

Chuck laughed quietly, glancing down at his friend. It wasn't the
first time she had asked him that question, and he knew exactly why she
was asking.

"They were going out tonight...you don't want to see the movie?", he
asked.

"Whatever you want is okay, but I'd really like to be alone with
you", she replied.

"We can watch a movie on tv if you like", he said. "We'll go to a
movie next week."

Mink smiled warmly. For some reason she especially needed sex
tonight, and the prospect of sitting through the long movie in the theater
with Chuck absent-mindedly playing with her had been such a frustrating
one.

Later, in the darkened living room of Chuck's house, Mink lay with
her head in his lap, the tight dress raised to her waist. Her feet were
flat on the couch, her legs opened, her panties moist from the heat she
felt inside them. Chuck ran his fingers through her hair with one hand,
and stroked the inside of her thigh lightly with the other, his forearm
pressed against her pubic bone, his upper arm resting against Mink's left
breast.

While her head was turned toward the flickering light of the
television, her mind was on the bulge she could feel pressing against the
back of her head under Chuck's pants and on the burning need she felt to
take him inside her.
She felt his cock make a tiny jerk and smiled at the realization
that he was beginning to respond to her. Ever so slowly she pressed her
hips upward, straining to rub her hardening clitoris against his forearm.
She felt him press back down at her and hunched back upward more openly,
wishing to encourage him. He pressed back harder, sliding his hand down
her thigh even closer to her wet crotch and Mink began letting her hips
rise and fall hotly, humping herself against his arm.

Mink could feel Chuck's hardness complete now under her head, and
would have gladly rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her face to his
crotch taking him deeply into her mouth. She would have kept her legs
opened to him, and he could have fingered her bottom any way he wished
while she sucked his sperm into her. But Chuck wasn't inclined to
appreciate Mink's enjoyment of oral sex that much. Maybe it was his
knowledge of her relationship with Matt and the conviction that she just
as eagerly fell to her knees in front of him, but whatever it was he
preferred to lay between her legs and take her pussy (like married people
do it, he always said).

Reaching down and taking Chuck's hand in hers she slid it to her
crotch, pressing his fingers against her wet panties. Chuck slid his
fingers up and down her slit, touching her clitoris firmly the whole time
with some part of his moving hand. Mink moaned softly and continued
hunching her hips upward hotly, loving the feel of him touching her. She
kept her hand on top of his, guiding his strokes and before long feeling
the accumulation of her juices on his fingers as they leaked through the
crotch of the thin panties.

Stopping him for a second, she pulled the crotch of her panties to
the side, allowing him total access to her naked slit, and groaning as his
fingers slid between her trembling lips. Chuck really wasn't very good at
fingering her, but at the same time his unstudied approach made it
impossible to guess what he would do next, and that in itself was often
exciting. Mink was so turned on by now that anything he had done would
have pleased her, just as long as he kept it up.

Finally he pressed his thumb into her, the top of it pressing
against her clit, and Mink turned her head to look at him, moaning again
and rubbing her right breast with her hand.

"Make love to me, Chuck", she breathed hotly. It would have been
"fuck me, Matt!" had she been with her other friend, and quite possibly if
she had been with ANY man other than Chuck, but she knew better than to
talk like that to him.

"Please do it, I want it so much!", she pleaded.

Chuck pulled his finger out of her and wiped it on her naked thigh.
Mink sat up, to allow him to change positions, and when he had risen from
the couch, she scooted backward, laying her ripe young body on the couch
again, her right foot moving to the floor, her left leg rising to lay
across the back of the couch. She would have preferred taking off the
panties, but Chuck was always afraid his parents would come home and
interrupt them and that her panties would be left behind as evidence of
their sin.

Mink watched her handsome young lover unzipping his pants and
reaching inside to retrieve his now hard and throbbing cock. Reaching
between her lewdly opened legs, she pulled the crotch of her panties to
the side again, exposing herself and making his task as easy as she
possibly could.

Chuck knelt on the couch, guiding his shaft with his left hand and
supporting himself on the back of the couch with his right. He probed
awkwardly, the slick head of his young manhood pressing here and there,
trying his best to find the center of her opening. Mink finally reached to
help him, and taking the hot shaft in her hand pressed it to just the
right place, hunching herself upward to aid his entrance.

Her mind screamed its pleasure to her as the intruder made its way
deeper and deeper into her moist opening. Yes! This was what she had been
hungering for all night long, what she needed and wanted so desperately!
Reaching for Chuck's waist, Mink wrapped her legs around him, pushing
herself upward toward him as he began moving in and out of her.

The glare of the headlights illuminating the darkened room preceded
the sound of the car in the driveway as Chuck's parents arrived home
earlier than expected.

"Damn! They're home!", he exclaimed, pushing Mink's grasping legs
away from him and removing his now deflating cock from her still hungry
sex. Mink's hand flew to her clit and she rubbed it hotly as Chuck rose
from the couch, shoving himself back into his pants.

"Get up! Pull your dress down! They're home!", he whispered
desperately. "Mink!! Come on!"

Overcome with frustration, Mink tore her hand away from her needy
sex and swung her legs to the floor, tugging at the dress to pull it back
down in an acceptable manner. Chuck fell heavily to the couch, putting his
arm around her just as his Mother called out to them from the kitchen.

Their close call at being caught discouraged Chuck from trying
anything further that evening, even though Mink had pleaded with him to
take her to the overlook on the way home. There would be other times, he
said, no need to push their luck when it was this late already.

Kissing him goodnight sweetly on the porch outside the farm house,
Mink outwardly tried to appear understanding. Inwardly her frustration
still burned hotly, and she was angry that she had been deprived of the
pleasure she hungered for so deeply.

Entering the living room and finding her step-father awaiting her as
usual, Mink tried to hide the emotions that coursed through her and
assumed that she was successful. She was not.

The Farmer's Step-Daughter

Chapter Two

Smiling at his young step-daughter as she walked across the
room, Jim could tell immediately that the evening had been a
disappointment to her. He had seen that look on her face before,
usually after dates with Chuck. He looked up and down her attractive
body, assuming correctly from the wrinkled nature of her dress that
there had at least been some rather exciting foreplay.

"Hi!", he said warmly. "My you look lovely in that dress, you
don't wear it much anymore."

Mink smiled back at her handsome step-father. "Well, I don't
wear any of them often enough to justify having as many as you've
bought me, but I do like this one alot." She reached behind her to
unzip it and began sliding the thin straps from her shoulders.

"No, wait. Let me see you in it a moment longer. Its really
very good for you. Turn around slowly."

Mink grinned broadly. Jim made her feel so good about herself.
Putting her hands on her hips she turned gracefully just in front of
him, moving around slowly, letting him see her from all angles. She
knew the zipper was down in back and that he'd see her bare back, and
she lingered just a bit longer, hoping it would excite him to have
that teasing view of her.

"Very nice, Mink." Jim whistled softly in appreciation. "Which
garter belt did you wear?"

"The black one with the red bows... would you like to see it?",
she asked, teasingly.

"Yes", he replied, smiling broadly at their little game. "Show
me."

Mink knew just as Jim did that she would be naked in front of
him in just a few moments anyway, and that this little game was not
about nakedness but was about erotic teasing. She loved doing it for
him and had found it becoming a more regular part of his examination
of her as time went on. Turning her back to him once more, Mink
looked over her shoulder at him sexily and grasped the dress by the
sides, lifting it slowly. Bit by bit she exposed more and more of the
backs of her long legs to him, lifting the dress higher and higher
until it was at her waist. Bending over sligtly and pushing her
pantied ass out toward him, she asked with a voice thick with
passion, "Would you like to see the front too?"

Jim felt his cock stirring inside his pants as the attractive
young girl raised the dress above the tops of her stockings and over
the black panties and matching garter belt. Her ass was one of her
better features, and frankly it had been with a bit of disappointment
that he had found Mink's behavior changing so quickly for the better.
He had fantasized often about laying her across his lap and spanking
her youthful cheeks, but hadn't found any really explainable excuse
so far.

"Yes, show me all of it, Mink", he replied, softly.

Allowing the dress to fall back slightly as she turned, the hem
now even with the top of the stockings, Mink faced him, her feet
spread apart evenly. She leaned forward slightly now, the straps of
the dress falling sexily down her arms, the top exposing just the
upper curves of her ripe breasts. Placing her hands flat on her
thighs, she slid the dress up slowly, allowing the hem to rise above
the stockings, exposing her white flesh and the black straps which
contrasted with her skin so beautifully. Her legs were locked tightly
at the knees, her body still leaning forward from the waist up. Up
and up the hands moved, sensuously, until the hem was gathered around
her waist, the tiny panties and the full frontal portion of the
garter belt easily visible.

Jim fed on her beauty with his eyes, taking in every detail,
from the width of the opening between her spread legs to the whisps
of pubic hair that stuck out from the sides and top of the panties.
He stared at her for quite some time, enjoying the view, and aware of
the effect that leaving her posed like that would have on her.

"Lower the top, Mink", he finally instructed.

Mink straightened, sliding the straps slowly off each arm, the
hem of her dress still gathered around her waist, her legs still
opened widely. Taking the upper portion of the dress in her hands she
tugged it down over her breasts, letting it fall to her waist. She
was nearly nude now, the material of her dress entirely gathered in a
lump of fabric around her middle, her breasts totally exposed, her
hard nipples being stared at by this older man.

"Your nipples are hard, like little pebbles, Mink", Jim said
evenly.

Mink swallowed hard. He seldom if ever commented this
personally about her body, and every time he did it made her flush
with passion. "Yes, I know", she replied simply.

"Thats usually a sign of arousal, Mink", he said.

"They've been that way all night." Her voice trembled slightly
as she replied, her excitement exposing itself.

"Pinch them a little", Jim instructed.

Mink took a deep breath. He had never asked her to touch
herself in front of him before, but it was certainly something she
had fantasized about often enough. She moved her hands to her
breasts, looking down at them, and circled the hard nipples with the
thumb and forefinger of each hand. Slowly she tightened her grip,
pinching the small nubs. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and she let
her head fall back, her eyes closing.

"Yes, thats it. Keep pinching them. Pinch harder."

Mink increased the tension, closing her eyes more tightly, her
mouth opening slightly. It was hard to keep from moving her hips, but
she wasn't sure what Jim would think of her hunching them in front of
him.

"Do you have Chuck's sperm inside you, Mink", Jim asked.

Mink continued pinching the nipples, and looked at Jim through
eyes glazed with passion. "No," she said softly, "his parents came
home early."

"But you wanted it, didn't you, Mink?"

"Yes," she replied, "yes, very much."

"Pinch the nipples harder now, Mink, and pull them out away
from your breasts."

Mink tightened her grip even more, moaning, and pulled the
nipples outward toward her step-father.

"Did you see Chuck's cock tonight, Mink", he asked.

"Yes, for a moment", she replied, her face beginning to contort
with lust.

"You like cocks alot, don't you, Mink?"

"Yes." It was all she could do to breathe now, and her knees
were weakening.

"I have to check your pussy for cum anyway, you realize that,
don't you, Mink?"

"Yes, Jim, I know. Its okay."

"Take off the dress and the panties, and step up a little
closer", he instructed.

Mink released her throbbing nipples and slid the dress down off
her hips, kicking it to the side. Moving her hips sexily, she tugged
the tiny soaked panties downward and off, tossing them aside as well,
and stepped within a foot or so of her step-father.

"Hold open the lips for me, Mink, let me look inside."

Mink obediently moved both hands to her sex, and taking the
outer lips in her fingers, pulled them down and out, opening her
vagina to his gaze.

"You're so wet! Much wetter than usual. Has it been like that
all night too, Mink?", he asked teasingly.

Mink merely nodded, embarrassed but excited by this unusual
stream of questions.

"I think I'll let you help me with the examination tonight,
Mink. Put one of your fingers inside for me."

Mink blushed a deep red, but obediently placed the middle
finger of her right hand into her wet opening pushing it in deeply.

"Move it around inside, get it nice and wet."

Mink moved the finger down toward the bottom of her slit, and
then to the top again, she caressed the sides of her pussy with it,
slid it in and out, fingering herself only inches from Jim. Much more
of this and I'll come, screaming, she thought to herself.

"Now take it out and show it to me, Mink", he instructed.

Mink slid the drenched finger from her and held it up in front
of Jim's face. He took her hand in his and examined the finger
closely, taking his time.

"Well, I don't see any cum on it, Mink. I certainly do see alot
of your juices though. Thats another sign of arousal, another sign
that a woman needs a cock inside her."

Mink was beginning to feel as if she was going to explode
inside. She'd never been so hot in her life, and she had to fight the
urge to beg Jim to fuck her.
God! She needed it so much!!

"This finger isn't as big as a man's cock, is it Mink?", he
teased.

"No, its much smaller." She swallowed hard, looking at the wet
finger.

Jim took her ring finger and placed it beside her middle
finger, holding the others closed toward her palm.

"Is this more like it, Mink? Is this about the size of a man's
cock?"

She swallowed again. "No, a co... er, the ones I've seen are
bigger still."

"The whats, Mink? The cocks? You can say it, I like for you to
say it."

"Cocks are bigger", she replied weakly. He was rubbing her hand
softly now with his.

Adding her index finger to the other two, Jim looked at them,
turning them slowly. "This is more like it, isn't it Mink? Isn't this
about the size of a man's cock?"

"Yes, it is", she replied breathlessly. All this talk of men's
cocks was making her even hotter.

"Good, now put them inside, Mink. Put this cock sized group of
fingers inside for me."

Mink closed her eyes, embarrassed to see the three fingers
heading toward her exposed sex, and placed the tips of them at her
opening, sliding them inside slowly.

Jim watched the young girl pressing the tips of three fingers
into her wet pussy and felt his cock grow totally rigid inside his
pants. She bent at the knees slightly, pressing inward more firmly,
sliding the full length of the three fingers into her. She moaned,
and uncontrollably began moving her hips against the hand.

"Thats more like it, isn't it Mink? Thats more like what you've
been wanting all night, isn't it, sweetie?"

"Yessssss... it is Jim!", she hissed, moving her hips more
intensely now, and beginning to fuck the fingers in and out of
herself.

"Thats it, Mink, move the fingers in and out. Yes, just like
that. I like to watch you."

Mink fucked herself more wantonly now, feeling herself losing
control, needing so much to come.

"You really do like cocks, don't you Mink?"

"Yes, Jim... oh yes... I LOVE cocks!", she moaned hotly.

"Yes, of course you do", Jim replied, beginning to rub his
thick cock through his pants. "And when you're cleaning the stallions
you love the feel of their cocks too, don't you, Mink?"

Mink's eyes opened in astonishment at the mention of the horse
cocks. Surely he hadn't seen her stroking them so lovingly! He was
rubbing himself now as he watched her hips moving. She'd never seen
him do that before. Keeping her eyes glued on his moving hand, she
replied quietly. "They're so big!"

"Yes, they are big, Mink. They're huge. Huge shafts of hard
meat with loads and loads of cum to squirt. Do you like to fuck,
Mink?" His voice was heavy with lust now, the nasty words shooting
into Mink and exploding inside her.

"I love to fuck. I need it sometimes so bad", she confessed,
lost in a sea of passion.

"You need it bad now, don't you, Mink? You want me to fuck you,
don't you?"

"Yes, oh Jim! Yessss, please!" She was moving the hand rapidly
now, plunging the three fingers in and out.

Jim unzipped his pants and struggled to remove his rock hard
cock. Mink watched him hotly, amazed by the size of the cock she had
fantasized about so often. When he had its full length out and
stroked it openly in front of her she realized it was much longer
even than Matt's cock was and thicker as well.
Her mouth was watering.

"Kneel on the floor and lean forward on your hands, Mink. Open
your legs, I'm going to mount you."

Mink trembled, and reluctantly removing her fingers from her
wet sex, knelt on the floor in front of the couch as instructed,
placing her knees apart and supporting herself with her hands out in
front of her. She looked back over her shoulder to see him removing
his shirt and pants. Almost instinctively she lowered to her elbows,
raising her ass higher, presenting it to him. As he slid his
undershorts off his huge cock swung slowly in front of him. It was
certainly much smaller than the huge horse dicks, but compared to
Matt's and especially the cock she had longed for earlier in the
evening, still monstrous.

Jim knelt behind his young step-daughter, running his fingers
through her sex, gathering her juices and spreading them on the head
of his large cock. She jerked at his touch and moved her ass in small
circles, hungry for what she was about to receive.

The symbolism of their position and of the size of the cock she
was about to take was not lost on Mink. It was almost as if she were
one of the mares she had seen bred so often, kneeling, exposed, about
to be filled with a huge member.

Taking the shaft in his hand and moving closer to her, Jim
rubbed the head along her slit, thrilling at the feel of her lips
against his smooth skin.
Centering it easily, he moved forward, spreading her, making
way for the long thickness to follow the head.

Mink gasped, feeling herself stretched as never before.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and it seemed as if
the head would never slide between her lips. Finally it did,
accompanied at first by an uncomfortable stretching not too unlike
pain. She gritted her teeth, determined to take it all, and pushed
herself back on the huge invader. Her walls clung to the thick meat
entering her. It seemed as if he was touching her in places she had
never been touched before. More and more of the hard shaft entered
her, filling her, prodding her as she had only dreamed of in the
past. Finally she felt the tip of him touching her cervix, and was
aware that he had not completely entered her even yet. He was pushing
harder toward her, causing her to move forward as he pressed against
the opening of her womb.

Jim held her by her hips, his fingers caressing the lacey
straps of the garter belt as he began moving his huge cock in and out
of her. After one or two strokes the uncomfortable feeling began to
subside, and Mink's copious moisture lubricated both the sheath and
its invader as her muscles relaxed to accomodate him inside her.

He moved more quickly now, hunching forward into her and
driving most of his length into her with each lunge. Mink stared at
the floor, her mouth opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding
her. She raised her hands toward her chest as she became comfortable
with the motion of their hunching bodies, still supporting herself on
her elbows and began pinching her nipples once again. She tightened
and released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft that slid
between her lips.

Jim couldn't believe how good she was, how easily she was
accomodating him. Just a bit more and she would have his full length
inside her and his heavy balls would be slapping against her tight
young ass. He had longed for this chance to pump his meat into her
for so long now, and it was even better than he had expected it to
be!

Beside herself with passion, her mind caught up in the
remembrance of her nearly constant hunger of the evening and of this
fantastic realization of her deepest fantasies, Mink shoved herself
back toward Jim, wanting every inch of him inside her. Each time she
fucked back at him the head of his huge cock would press more firmly
against her cervix, but she came to accept and enjoy the pounding
that he was giving her, wanting and even needing to feel him slamming
against the opening of her womb.

Jim could feel Mink pushing back at him, encouraging him to
feed her more and more of himself, and began plunging into her even
more freely and with greater force, no longer concerned about hurting
her with his huge cock. Her body rocked forward with each plunge of
his hips, and he felt her stretching more and more with each lunge of
his hips. Bit by bit more and more of his balls began touching her
and before long he could feel the cheeks of her ass pressing against
him firmly as the full length of his long shaft disappeared inside
her.

Mink began moving her stomach up and down now, swinging her ass
up and down and around in circles, caressing the thick cock inside
her in every possible way as she dug a fingernail into her nipple.
She felt as if she were on a skewer, being impaled on it, filled with
it, turning and rotating, feeling it hot within her.

Rather than the slow build-up of passion that had accompanied
her other orgasms in the past, Mink felt an explosion within her that
came without warning. The force of it jerked her ass into the air
with such force that she swore she could feel her knees leaving the
carpeted floor. Her head fell hard to the floor, her elbows folded,
her breast spreading themselves against the carpet under her. She
felt Jim's hand on her back now, holding her down as he continued
ramming into her with more passion than she had ever known possible.

Every nerve in her body seemed to be charged at once, and the
extreme pleasure of the manhood within her was eclipsed by the
eruption of orgasmic tremors which coursed through her from head to
foot. She shook, trembled, and was only barely able to resist
screaming out as wave after wave of pleasure exploded within her.

Jim had never seen anyone come so forcefully, and as Mink had
fallen to her chest in front of him his own orgasm had begun,
erupting within him forcefully, nearly taking his breath away. His
jerking penis pumped load after load of hot sperm into his writhing
young step-daughter as he held it deeply within her, grasping her
hips tightly and pulling her back against him hard.

Later, when it was over and Jim was leaning back against the
front of the couch recuperating, Mink had crawled to him and gently
licked her juices and the last traces of his cum from his softening
penis. She was in total awe of him now. Never had she known such
passion, nor had she in her wildest dreams believed it could have
been as wonderful as it really was.

Mink fell asleep easily that night, her body exhausted, her
mind put to ease by the long awaited for encounter with her handsome
step-father. Jim lay awake, reliving the incredible moments of their
time together. He felt himself growing hard again, and turning onto
his side, pressed his full member against Mink's mother. She stirred
slightly at his touch, and as he reached over her hip, sliding his
fingers toward her clitoris, she raised her upper leg and reached
between them, searching for his huge cock. Once Jim had taken Mink in
the living room floor everything about their relationship seemed to
change.
Mink was thrilled by the change, but its magnitude was almost
overwhelming for her at first. He never passed her without touching
her now, even when her mother was watching. At those times it was
always just a friendly pat on the shoulder or an arm around her, but
when they were alone he touched her freely wherever he liked and
often took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, pulling her to him
tightly.

It seemed to Mink that Jim couldn't get enough of her now. Five
days had passed since they had first "done it" together, and they
hadn't missed a day since then. Three times Jim had sneaked into her
room at night, waking her, and had taken her while her mother slept.
The other days he had taken her in the barn in the middle of the day,
laying her in the hay and peeling her tight jeans off, kissing her
long legs and her wet sex before plunging his huge cock into her. No
one had ever kissed her like that before. Matt certainly never took
time for that, and Chuck was repulsed by even the idea of it. But Jim
seemed to love it, kissing her nearly every time until she had an
orgasm and often kissing her well past that point. Mink loved every
second of it, and even enjoyed tasting herself on his lips when he
kissed her afterward.

The result of all these changes was that Mink never knew when
she might be eaten or fucked by her handsome step-father and thought
about it almost constantly. Since Jim worked there on the farm they
were together almost constantly, and Mink found herself staying wet
almost all the time. Jim noticed that and kidded her about it,
calling her J.P. when they were alone, explaining that J.P. stood for
Juicy Pussy. Mink liked the nickname and was happy to be that wet so
often.

Anne had been planning a trip to visit her sister for some
time, and had been expecting Mink to go with her. It would mean being
away for several days, and Mink had dreaded the trip, not wanting to
leave Jim for that long. Jim evidently felt the same way about it,
and managed to convince Anne that he needed for Mink to stay there on
the farm to help him during Anne's absence.
Anne accepted the change of plans graciously, glad that Mink
could be that so much help to Jim while she was gone.

On the day of her departure the car was barely out of sight
before Mink was in Jim's arms, his strong hands roaming over her
youthful body. He stood behind her, filling his hands with her
breasts and rubbing his hardening manhood against her firm bottom as
they stood on the front porch, the dust still settling in the
driveway. Mink reached downward and unzipped her jeans while Jim
caressed her breasts, shoving them, along with her panties, down past
her hips. Then bending over and supporting herself on the porch
railing, she spread her legs as far as the jeans would allow her to,
offering her naked sex to her handsome step-father.

Jim had taken her quickly, pulling his cock from his jeans and
shoving into her, filling her and pumping her and thrilling at the
way her tight young sex gripped his stiff dick.

After their fervent encounter on the porch, Jim had made Mink
change clothes, allowing her to wear only a pair of cut-off jeans and
her work boots. They went around the farm, tending to the normal
chores, Mink's naked breasts exposed for all the world to see. Jim
watched her the entire time, seeing her rub her breasts against the
side of the big stallion as she brushed and curried him, excited by
this semi-naked view of his young step-daughter doing her chores.

"Clean his cock, Mink", Jim instructed her.

"Oh, are we going to take him somewhere today?", Mink asked.
She loved watching the big stallion at work.

"No, I just want to watch you cleaning his cock", Jim replied,
as if it were the most normal thing in the world to want to do.

Mink complied. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Jim,
and she loved playing with the big black stallion's huge cock anyway.
She filled the water bucket and moved underneath the horse, sitting
on the old milking stool. She soaked the sponge full of the soapy
water and began cleaning him, watching with excitement as his cock
emerged from the sheath, growing larger and larger and larger as she
touched him.

"You're making his dick hard, Mink", Jim said, smiling.

Mink didn't reply, but started rubbing her hands along the huge
shaft, wanting to make it hard for Jim, wanting him to see her
stroking the horse cock.

"Thats not cleaning, Mink, thats masturbating, but don't stop,
keep masturbating the horse dick", he said.

Mink swallowed hard. She always did it this way, and she wasn't
sure if it was cleaning or masturbating, but whatever it was she
liked it. There was something especially erotic about Jim watching
her do it. She wrapped her tiny hands around the big hunk of flesh
and stroked it, sliding her hands up and down and up and down, the
horse cock now fully extended, nearly three feet long and as thick as
her arm.

"Will you do anything I ask you to do, Mink?", Jim asked.

"Yes, Jim, I'll do anything you want me to do", she replied,
honestly, still stroking the horse.

"This is something very nasty, Mink. You have to promise you
won't tell Anne that I made you do it. Do you promise?"

"I won't tell, honest I won't", she replied.

"And you'll do it? Whatever it is?", he asked, his voice thickening.

"If its nasty, I'll do it, Jim. I like doing nasty things,
especially when you want me to do them. You know what it does to
me."

Jim smiled. He certainly did know. "Yes, I know, J.P., I know
what it does to you, and thats one reason I want you to do it."

"Can I take my shorts off, Jim?", Mink asked, feeling so sexy
and so hot.

"Sure, take them off. I like seeing you naked. But leave the
boots on."

Mink left the long animal cock long enough to pull the raggedy
jeans shorts from her body. Jim had not allowed her to wear panties
under them, so she was now completely naked except for the heavy work
boots on her feet. She resumed her position on the stool, feeling the
cool air hitting her hot and wet sex as she began masturbating the
horse again.

"I want to see you drink horse cum, Mink", Jim said.

Mink blushed deeply. She had thought often about what it would
be like to let the big horse shoot a full load of his fuck into her
face, and had often considered doing it. But it was so nasty, so
terrible. She felt her vagina contracting, her nipples hardening at
the words her step-father was speaking to her.

"Do you really?", she asked, timidly.

"Yes, I do. I know you love cocks, and I know you love cum. And
I know you are aware of how much cum horses shoot from their huge
cocks when they come, aren't you?"

Mink had seen it for sure. In fact she had stroked this very
stallion to more than one orgasm and had on more than one occasion
wiped the cum from the head of his cock and had tasted it.

"Yes, I've seen it. It won't hurt me to take his cum?", she
asked, quietly.

"No, it won't hurt. And I promise I'll fuck you after you take
it. Is that what you'd like?"

"Oh yes, Jim. Please promise you will. It will make me hot to
take his cum, and I'll need you. Please promise me you will."

"Oh, I promise, Mink. I'll fuck you hard. Sit on the hay under
him and lick the head of his dick. Stroke him until he shoots and
keep your mouth open. Try to get as much as you can inside your
mouth. Do it."

Mink got off the stool and sat underneath the big horse,
keeping her hands wrapped around his huge black cock. She positioned
her naked body so that she could easily reach the head of the monster
cock and began licking the smooth skin of the softball size head as
her hand slid back and forth along its length. The hay tickled her
naked bottom and she squirmed slightly as she licked at the cock. She
was only vaguely aware of Jim sliding off his jeans and sitting on
the stool next to them.

The big stallion whinnied, and Mink knew she was making
progress. Her tongue lathed at the dark skin, lingering at the big
hole in the end of it, teasing the horse, tasting a bit of the
horse's pre-cum. She could smell his sex, and her hands slid along
the length of the animal cock, pumping it, stroking it, while her
step-father watched, stroking his own cock as she continued licking.

Almost without warning the stallion began coming. His cock
jerked violently in her hands and a huge gob of hot horse cum
splashed against her face, catching her by surprise and landing on
her nose and cheeks, almost getting into her eyes. She opened her
mouth widely as the second huge eruption of cum shot forth out of the
big black cock. This time her aim was better and she felt the warm
fuck filling her mouth, coating her tongue and draining back toward
her throat. She almost gagged there was so much of it, and then yet
another stream of hot fuck hit her, splasing into her open mouth. She
swallowed hard, drinking the hot horse fuck that kept exploding
toward her, her hands still pumping on the monster dick. She closed
her mouth to swallow, and another stream hit her, splashing against
her closed mouth and running down onto her naked body, splashing
against her naked tits and dripping down to her young legs.

It seemed as if the stallion would never stop coming. Wave
after wave of hot fuck erupted from the huge cock, splashing against
her naked skin, some hitting her open mouth, some covering her body
while Jim watched, his hand around his own cock, stroking himself as
he watched her.

Finally there was no more cum for her to take, and Mink ran her
hand over her breasts, spreading the warm cum over her naked skin.

"Fuck me now, Jim...please fuck me!", she pleaded, sliding out
from under the stallion.

Jim rose from the stool, overcome with passion, and took the
young step-daughter by the arm and led her to the corner of the
stall. He lay her on her back and pressed her legs back toward her
cum covered chest, pressing his hot member into her dripping opening
and fucking her harder than he had ever fucked anyone in his life.
Mink kept trying to kiss him, wanting him to taste the horse cum in
her kiss, but Jim refused, moving his head, but still pumping into
her with tremendous force. Mink began coming almost immediately, her
hips fucking back at him, her muscles gripping him, squeezing him.

In almost no time both of them were coming, spilling their
heated passion, screaming into the barn as their lust overcame them.

Afterward, as they lay there in the barn holding each other,
Mink thought about what she had just done and smiled. She had just
taken horse cum into her mouth for a man. But it had not just been
any man, it had been her mother's husband. She had meant it when she
had told him she would do anything he asked her to do. And she would
prove that in the days to come.

Later on that same afternoon, his mind still full of the lusty
sight of Mink drenched in horse cum, Jim had made Mink repeat the
act, and had this time taken pictures of her doing it with his
camera. Mink had responded hotly to being photographed, and suggested
that after dinner Jim allow her to model some of the lingerie he had
bought for her while he took more pictures of her.

Mink made a wonderful model, her ripe young body just as suited
for it as the bodies of the young women in the magazines and
catalogs. Jim posed her in various positions, innocent ones at first,
and then as his passion grew, more daring ones. One he particularly
liked was the pose of her only partially clad with her legs open and
her hands opening her sex to the camera.

By the time they ran out of film there was a large pile of sexy
underthings laying in the corner of Mink's room and she had been
sucked, fingered, or fucked to several more orgasms. Jim bathed Mink
that night, cleaning her gently, and took her yet another time before
allowing her to fall asleep in his arms. It had been a day crammed
full of eroticsm for both of them and they slept well.

Mink rose before her step-father the following morning, and
when Jim entered the kitchen he found her preparing their breakfast
clad only in a pair of pale yellow bikini panties and a pair of high
heels. Giving her a soft and tender good-morning kiss and running his
hands over her body long enough to feel her shudder of excitement,
Jim poured a cup of fresh coffee and sat at the table, watching her
as she continued cooking, delighting in the view he had of her tight
young ass and perfect legs.

They ate quietly, enjoying the early morning sounds of the farm
and happy to be alone together. After they were done, Mink cleared
the table and then lay down on it in front of Jim, sliding her yellow
panties off and spreading her legs. Jim smiled at the lusty freedom
his young step-daughter now felt and the consistency with which she
offered herself to him. He leaned forward to lick her opened sex.

"Put some jelly on it if you like", Mink said, smiling.

Jim grinned. She was in a playful mood already. He rose from
his chair and retrieved a few of the items Mink had moved from the
table to the counter earlier. Taking a bottle of squeeze margarine
and holding it above her pubis, Jim squirted the slick yellow
imitation butter down along her slit, rubbing it in with his fingers.

"Get some inside too...it feels so good," Mink moaned.

He pressed the nozzle to her opening and pressed hard,
squirting a large amount of the margarine into her sheath. Seeing her
jerk her hips hotly as the liquid squirted into her, Jim pushed the
head of the bottle into her further, fucking her with it.

Mink responded hotly, hunching back at the odd intruder. It
really did feel wonderful. The cap portion of the container was like
a small cock and yet the shoulders of it pressed against her full
slit, touching her clit in the process. And then there was the
margarine squirting into her, reminding her of a man's warm sperm.

"Mmmmm, that looks hot!", Jim said, "its too bad we're out of
film. I'd love a picture of you fucking yourself with that."

"We can do it again...anytime you want", Mink replied, sincerely.

"Whew!", Jim thought to himself. Mink was turning out to be
even better than he had hoped. He was beginning to wonder if there
were truly any limits to what she would do for him or allow him to do
to her.

He knew he could continue fucking her with the margarine bottle
until she came if he liked, but Jim wanted to taste her. So removing
the bottle from her bottom, he opened the jar of grape jelly and
began spreading it over her margarine covered slit, pressing some
inside that he could dig for with his tongue. When he had it coated
sufficiently he set the jar down only to find Mink picking it up and
spreading jelly on her naked breasts as well.

The phrase "teen tit toast" popped into Jim's mind and he
struggled not to laugh as Mink spread the dark jelly all over her
delicious breasts. She licked her fingers to clean them, looking into
his eyes as she sucked them like tiny cocks. He rose and leaned over
her, licking at the hard nipples that poked up through the jelly
which covered them, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved over
her breasts, cleaning them, delighting in the new sensations they
both were feeling.

When he had cleaned both of her breasts, Jim moved back between
her legs once more and began licking her sex, swallowing the mixture
of pussy juice, margarine and grape jelly that covered the young slit
and pressing his tongue into her, sucking at the jelly and margarine
inside her. Some of the margarine and jelly had run down her crack
and he dutifully licked over her anus, cleaning her of the condiments
before moving back to her throbbing clitoris and sucking it back into
his mouth. He held onto her hips as they rose and fell under him,
making sure she didn't fall from the table in the heat of her
passion, and pressed his face to her young crotch as she erupted in
her first orgasm of the day.

When it was over and Mink had licked Jim's face to clean it of
the strange mixture that covered it, they walked together arm in arm
up the stairs. Jim watched Mink scrub herself, getting the sticky
jelly off of her breasts and out of her sex while he lay out her
clothes for the day on the bed. They needed to go into town to do
some shopping. They were out of film, of course, and that was
something that certainly had to be remedied, and there were other
things that Jim wanted them to shop for together as well.

He had already decided that they would go to a larger city
nearby where not many people knew them, rather than to the small town
which was their usual shopping center. So, rather than choosing the
rather conservative clothes that he might normally want Mink to wear,
he laid out instead a very sexy pair of tight white short-shorts and
a matching white halter top which rather than having elastic across
the bottom hung freely, standing out away from her flat belly and
sometimes allowing a glimpse of the bottoms of her firm breasts.

"No panties?", Mink asked, smiling as she looked at the items
on the bed.

"Nope, no panties for you this time, Mink. Oh..by the way," he
continued, reaching into his pocket and removing two gold toned
balls, "push these up inside you before you put on the shorts."

Mink looked at the balls he held out to her with a look of
confusion. "Push them into my pussy?", she asked, wondering.

"Yes, your pussy. They're ben waa balls and they will move
around inside you while we shop and keep you nice and wet. You know I
love for you to stay wet."

Mink took the two shiny balls from him and pushed them one at a
time up inside her vagina. She saw him grinning as the balls
disappeared. "They will come out without any problem, won't they?",
she asked timidly.

Jim smiled warmly at her and pinched her left nipple. "Oh yes,
they'll come out when we want them to. Now, get dressed, we have lots
to do."

Mink continued dressing, feeling the hard metal balls inside
her as she moved. It was erotic feeling something moving around
inside her sex. She wondered if she could keep from having a climax
while they walked around together, and what would happen if she had
one with others around her.

The drive to the city took about an hour, and Jim let Mink play
with his cock and suck him to a very nice orgasm along the way. The
halter top had worked nicely for their ride together, allowing him to
reach up under it with easy access to her hard nipples while she slid
her mouth up and down on his cock.

It was early in the day still, and the city streets were full
of people on their way to work. As they sat at the stoplight waiting
for it to change, Jim looked over at the young girl next to him. She
would create quite a sensation and would certainly have lots of men
staring at her.

"Do you like for men to look at you, Mink?", he asked.

"Yes, I guess so. Sometimes they stare and I wonder what
they're thinking. I guess they'll stare alot with me in this
outfit."

"Yes, I expect they will, Mink. Do you think they look at you
and think what a good fuck you would be?"

"Is that what you think when you look at me?", she replied.

"Yes, it is. You really look like you would be a wonderful
fuck, especially in those shorts and that top, and of course you are
a wonderful fuck!", he smiled. "Do you ever think about letting more
than one man fuck you at a time, Mink?"

This line of conversation was getting to her. The men walking
by were looking in at her already and they couldn't even see her legs
or her bare stomach above the shorts. It seemed that everywhere she
looked there were men looking back at her and smiling.

"I have thought about it before. Is that very naughty?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. But not much more naughty than jerking
off horses. Perhaps someday I'll let some other men fuck you."

Mink stared straight ahead and didn't say anything, but her
hand moved to her crotch and she rubbed her clitoris through the
tight shorts. She'd do it for Jim. No, really she'd do it for
herself. She wondered if they would be guys her own age, or if they
would be older men like Jim. How many would there be?
Would they be big like Jim or more like Chuck? Would he let
them have her mouth too?

"These balls inside me are making me very hot", she said. "Is
there anywhere we can go before we get home?"

"You mean anywhere we can go so that you can fuck me, Mink", he
asked, grinning broadly.

"No, where you can fuck me...just a quickie...I just need to
come so bad!"

"We'll see, Mink, but we've just gotten here. You may just have
to wait."

"Okay", she replied softly, lowering her eyes and rubbing her
clit hard.

When she raised her eyes again the car had stopped. They were
in a parking building of some kind. Jim slid over closer to her and
raised her halter top, taking one of her breasts in his mouth.
Pushing her fingers to the side he began rubbing her clitoris hotly.
Mink threw her head back and moaned as Jim sucked hard on her breast,
drawing her rigid nipple deep into his mouth. She pulled the halter
top up further and began pinching her other nipple with the fingers
of her right hand.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw two attractive middle age
women walking toward their car. She thought about telling Jim, but
was too hot to bother.
Let them look, she thought, who cares? The women stared into
the car as they approached and glanced at each other knowingly. It
turned Mink on for them to see her having her breast sucked by this
obviously older man and for them to be able to see the passion on her
face. She grunted more loudly than necessary, as much for their
benefit as out of real passion. The two women walked on past, but as
Mink climaxed they were looking back over their shoulders, thrilled
and somewhat embarrassed by the passionate young girl who was so
freely giving herself to that man.

"Maybe that will help for a while", Jim said, smiling, as he
moved back over to his side of the car, opening the door. Mink pulled
the halter top back down over her well-sucked breast and opened the
door and got out, feeling the metal balls moving inside her with
every move she made. It wouldn't help for long, she thought to
herself, not the way the balls were making her young pussy feel
already.

They shopped for hours, going in a myriad of stores. Mink was
thrilled by Jim's generosity and delighted by the items he purchased.
Nearly every one of them was something for her to wear or something
to enhance their being together sexually. It had been a bit
embarassing to go in the x-rated book/movie store, but exciting as
well. It was her first time in one of them, and she was certainly the
center of attention the entire time she was there.
It was always exciting to have men staring at you, but when you
were in a place like this...well...there was little doubt what those
men had on their minds when they looked at her. She wasn't really
sure whether Jim cupping her ass and squeezing her cheek while they
watched was the thing to do or not, but she was turned on by it and
felt the balls moving around inside her as he pulled one cheek away
from the other one. At least the men watching couldn't tell she had
them inside. Maybe.

They looked at lots of magazines and purchased quite a few as
well. Mink wasn't sure which ones she really liked best. She found
the ones with women in them just as erotic as the all male magazines
Jim showed her and asked if she wanted. He bought some of each and
she was sure she would enjoying looking at all of them.

The most difficult moment for her was when she was told to
select a dildo from the ones in the case at the front of the store.
There were so many to choose from, and the man behind the case smiled
broadly as she looked them over. Her face was beet red as she asked
Jim which one he thought she should pick out.
Jim asked the clerk to explain the differences to her, and she
watched red-faced as he discussed the lengths, diameters, and how
realistic or unrealistic each one was.

"This one is probably our best seller", the clerk said, holding
up an especially realistic looking model which also happened to be
the biggest one in the case. "But its really for women who are a bit
older and more experienced than you are." He held up a much smaller
dildo and extended his arm, offering it to Mink. "I'd recommend you
try this one first and maybe come back and buy the bigger one another
time."

"No, I'll take the big one", she said, evenly, staring into the
man's eyes.

It wasn't the reaction he had expected from a girl her age and
the clerk swallowed hard and glanced at Jim.

"Wrap it up", Jim said, smiling at the man. Mink could hear the
men watching chuckling to themselves behind them and slipped her arm
around Jim's waist, laying her head on his shoulder.

Their last stop was at a leather shop where Jim bought alot of
items which seemed to Mink to be unrelated to the purpose of their
shopping trip. She assumed he was going to make some bridles for the
horses or perhaps do some saddle repair, as she could see no other
purpose for the leather straps and d-rings that he bought in such
abundance. The riding crop he purchased was even more difficult for
Mink to understand. She had watched Jim ride often and had never seen
him use a crop on any of the horses. But, he had bought so many
things for her, it was only fair that he buy whatever he wanted for
himself or the farm.

On the drive back home Mink excitedly went through the bags of
goodies. She was thrilled by all the things Jim had bought her; it
was almost like Christmas. She chuckled at the bag full of film. She
had expected him to buy maybe two rolls, at the most three. But
instead he had bought at least a dozen rolls of 35mm film and six
blank video tapes.

"I don't think we're going to run out of film any time soon!",
she said, laughing.

"Oh, I sure hope we do", he replied, sliding his hand along her
thigh. "I love watching you model and pose, and I'll love having the
pictures of you to look at too."

"Well, I love for you to take them, and I hope I'm in every
single one you take with every roll of this film. But you'd better
hide them so Mom doesn't find them. She'd have a cow if she saw those
pictures you took last night."

Jim resisted the urge to say they could always use another cow
on the farm. "I might like to show them to some friends sometime,
would that be alright with you?"

Mink thought about the sexy poses she had assumed and how naughty some of them
had been. Anyone who looked at the pictures would know that Jim was
fucking her whenever he wanted to and would know that she loved it.

"Men or women?", she asked, breathily.

"Both, probably." He unzipped her shorts and slid his fingers
inside them, feeling the sparse and fine pubic hair against his
fingers.

"They'll know about us if you show them the pictures", she
said, her heart pounding.

"Yes, they'll know you fuck your step-father." He slid his
fingers into her slit, feeling them instantly covered with her
juices. "The pictures will make my male friends hard, Mink."

"Yes, I bet they will", she replied. She needed his fingers
inside her. "Can I pull the shorts off, Jim?", she asked hotly.

"Yes, Mink, and take the top off too", he replied, sliding his
hand out of her shorts.

Mink slid the tight shorts off of her and pulled the halter top
over her head. It was dark now and those in the passing cars would
not see her naked body. She wasn't sure if she was glad about that or
not.

"What will your women friend think of me posing like that,
Jim?", she asked, reaching for his hand and placing it back on her
naked sex.

"Well, the ones I'll show them to will be bisexual women,
Mink." He pushed two fingers into her, feeling the metal balls with
the tips of his fingers. She moaned. "They'll look at your delicious
young body and wish they could see it in person. They'll get wet and
will think about kissing you all over."

Mink hunched her hips upward, driving Jim's fingers in more
deeply. She reached upward and began pinching her nipples, laying her
head back on the car seat.

"I've never been with a woman, Jim. There were women at the
reform school that wanted me, but they weren't nice women. Still it
made me hot that they wanted me and I often masturbated while
thinking about letting them have me."

"Would you like for me to invite a woman over while Anne is
away, Mink? All I have to do is make one call and a very nice and
very attractive woman will come over and teach you the joys of being
with another woman. Is that what you want?"

Mink reached down with one hand and pushed Jim's fingers in
deeper. Her head moved back and forth from side to side on the car
seat as she thought about being with another woman sexually.

"Would she make me kiss her pussy?"

"Yes, I'm sure she would. But she would kiss yours too, Mink.
You like the taste of your own juices, I bet you'd like the taste of
Vicky's juices too."

"Vicky? You mean Wendy's mom? Is that the Vicky you mean?"

"Yes, Mink. She says Wendy tastes very nice, by the way."

Mink thrust her hips high into the air, her climax exploding
within her. Wendy was one of her best friends, and she had probably
fantasized more about Wendy and her Mom than any other women she
knew. She had no idea that either of them was bisexual, certainly not
that they were doing it with each other!

Jim grabbed her pubic area hard with his hand, imprisoning the
two fingers inside her and smiling as she hunched upward hotly. He
was pleased by Mink's climactic response to the news about Vicky and
Wendy. The only thing that bothered him was that he had probably not
bought enough film.