Mr Wade: Story 158

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The County Agent and the Farmer's Daughter

Fred Dedrick took the job of County Agent in southern Alabama because it was the only opening available at the time. Pitcairn County was one of the poorest counties in the south in 1946, and returning veterans of World War II had little to return to, at least as far as Fred could see.

He drove his 1940 Ford Business Coupe over the county's dirt roads daily, visiting the local farmers, trying to encourage them to practice the modern soil conservation measures that just might save their topsoil, if it wasn't too late already.

Most of the farmers were willing to listen, but slow to follow his advice, and Fred found his job more difficult than he had imagined it to be. It all made such good sense to him, but the farmers were set in their ways; slow to accept change.

One of the highlights of Fred's week was his visit to the Meador Farm, on the southern tip of Pitcairn county. Old man Meador was no more forward thinking than the rest of his neighbors, but he did have a beautiful daughter, and Fred looked forward to seeing her whenever possible. He could still remember the first time he had seen her.

The girl's name was Marie, and Fred had seen her sitting in the door of an old corn crib upon his approach to the Meador farmhouse. She leaned against the weathered gray wood of the doorframe and twirled a sprig of her dishwater blonde hair around one finger, watching his approach with only casual interest. She wore a dress that her mother had stitched together from old feed sacks, an amazing accomplishment to Fred; had he not known others to have done the same thing he would not have believed it could have been done so effectively. The old sacks were made from a cotton material that bore a repeating pattern of small blue and pink flowers. The dresses made from this material would never be the rage in the cities, but on a well-shaped body such as Marie's they looked much better than one would imagine.

Marie sat with one leg dangling from the raised floor of the crib, her other leg bent at the knee, her bare foot flat on the worn floor of the old building. The dress was long, but Marie had slid it up her thighs for ventilation, cooling herself as best she could in the humid Alabama climate. Her legs were long and tanned, marked here and there with the scrapes and cuts that came to country girls who worked in the fields, but slim in the calf and full in the thigh. Fred could see the outline of her ripe young breasts held in check by the material of the dress. He was not sure if the girl owned a bra yet or not, but he was willing to bet there was not one under the cotton muslin dress.

On this first visit Marie had remained on her perch while he had talked to her father. On other visits she had become a bit more bold and had stood next to him while he listened to Fred's suggestions with polite dis-interest. Once or twice Fred had been alone with her on the front porch for a few moments and had gradually begun to open the door of conversation with her.

Marie was nineteen, an age at which most of the farm girls in southern Alabama were already married and had become mothers. Children were born sometimes accidentally, at other times out of necessity. There was work to be done, and a family needed all the free labor it could get if it was to survive.

Marie had stubbornly refused the attention of the farm boys in her part of the county. It wasn't that she didn't like men, but she didn't look forward to getting pregnant and having babies. She didn't know much about sex, but she knew what happened if you let the boys do what they wanted.

Fred found himself visiting the Meador farm much more regularly than the others. He wasn't getting anywhere in particular with old man Meador or with Marie, but the scenery was certainly better than at most of the other farms. Eventually, however, Marie's father realized what his visits were about.

"The girl don't have much to do with men," he said one day, leaning on the long handle of a garden hoe.

"I noticed that. She's a sweet girl though," Fred replied.

"Umm...sweet, eh? You soft on her?", the old man asked, point blank.

"I like seeing her when I come out here. I'd like to know her better." Fred wasn't quite sure how much of his interest to admit.

"Uh huh. Soft on her. That's what I figured. She's like her Mama was. Don't say much, unless you get her mad. Don't get her mad."

Fred couldn't help but smile. "I hope I won't ever make her mad."

"Don't get me mad either," the old man said, his meaning quite clear to Fred.

"No sir. Don't want to do that either. You mind if I sit and talk with her?"

"Can do any damn thing you want with her, except make her mad. You make her mad she comes to me. She comes to me I come to you." He spit a stream of tobacco juice off to one side.

"Yessir, I understand," Fred said, feeling his throat tightening up a bit.

"Good," Meador said, and walked away into the field.

Fred shook himself. Men like Meador didn't say much, but there was usually a lot of meaning in what they did say. The last thing he wanted to do was make the old man mad.

He saw Marie pouring feed into the feeding trough by the barn. He walked over to her.

"Hi, Marie," he said, dusting off his pants as he approached her.

"Daddy said not to make him mad, I guess," she said, not looking up at him.

"As a matter of fact, he said exactly that. How did you know?"

"He always says that. Works most of the time. Most of the time I'm glad it does, too."

"And this time?", Fred asked.

"This time he didn't have to say nothin." She set the bucket down and looked at him for the first time. Her mouth broadened into a smile. "Want some lemonade?", she asked, putting one hand on her hip and wiping the prespiration from her brow with the back of her other arm.

"Yes, I'd like that, thanks," Fred replied. He followed her to the house and watched with amusement as he saw old man Meador staring at them from the field.

"I never been with a man before," Marie said, pouring two glasses of lemonade from the crystal pitcher. This caught Fred a bit off guard.

"Oh?", he finally stammered. "You're a pretty girl. I figured you dated a lot."

"Oh, they ask, but I don't go. I know what they want, you see, and I figure I can do better."

"What is it that they want?", Fred asked, swallowing hard. He wasn't sure yet that she meant what he thought she meant.

"They want the same thing you want, naturally. Only thing is they'd give me a baby and I don't want no babies. Not yet anyway." She sat down at the table and set Fred's lemonade in front of him.

"And you don't think I'd give you a baby?"

"You might. But at least you've got a good job. Besides, I hear there's something you can do to keep from having babies if you want to. Is that so?"

"Yes, there is."

"So you could be with me and we could decide if we wanted a baby, right?"

"Well, it doesn't always work. Sometimes you get pregnant when you don't mean to."

"Lets say I let you and then I get pregnant. What happens then? You go back to Kentucky or wherever you're from and leave me here?"

"No, I'd never do that. If I went anywhere you would go with me. It would be my baby too, you know."

"Then you can do it if you want to." She lifted her glass of lemonade and took a long drink from it.

Fred hadn't expected this. He'd hoped he might be allowed to take Marie out, but had hardly expected her to proposition him right off the bat.

"Have you ever...done it before?", he asked, cautiously.

"Nope. Is it hard to do? Must not be too hard to do. Jimmy Lankford and May Setliff did it. If they can do it, I figure most anybody can."

Fred chuckled softly. "Nothing hard about it, I don't guess. Sometimes it hurts a bit the first time you do it. At least that's what the girls say. It didn't hurt me at all when I did it the first time."

"But it doesn't hurt after the first time, right?", she asked, running her finger along the side of the glass, wiping at a drip of condensation that ran downward.

"No, I don't think so. It feels real nice after that. I think you'll like it. You're supposed to like it, anyway."

"I've hurt before. Won't be nothing I can't handle. So do you want to do it?", she asked, looking up at him.

"Yes. I'd love to do it," Fred replied, honestly.

"Okay. Come on then." She stood and took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor of the old farmhouse.

"You mean we're going to do it now?", Fred asked, thinking of her father out in the field, only yards from the house.

"You don't want to do it now?", she asked, stopping on the steps.

"Sure, but...I mean your Daddy. He's right out there."

"It's my room. He won't come in. Besides, I do what I want to do."

"Okay, if you're sure." Fred followed her, a bit apprehensive, but excited nevertheless.

Once inside her room, Marie shut the door behind them and sat on the big old bed that filled one corner of the room. She slid her dress part of the way up her thighs, more for comfort than to be sexy, but it certainly was sexy.

"You're going to have to teach me how, you know," Marie said, gently.

It suddenly dawned on Fred that he didn't have a condom.

"Darn...I don't have a rubber," he said with despair.

"A what?", she asked.

"A rubber. It's what you wear so you won't get pregnant. But it's okay. I'll pull it out when I'm ready to come and then you still won't get pregnant."

Most of this was lost on Marie, but she trusted him.

"Then it's okay to do it?", she asked.

"Yes. Look, Marie...do you know anything about what makes you pregnant?"

"I guess not. Tell me."

"My thing gets hard. I put it inside you. You know about that part, right?"

Marie nodded. She was a farm girl afterall.

"Okay. Well, I push it in and out of you and then when I come I shoot some white stuff out that can make you pregnant. But if it doesn't go up inside you down there then you don't get pregnant, and sometimes you don't even when it does go up inside you. It has to be at the right time of the month."

"Is this the right time of the month?", she asked.

"I dont' know much about that, but I'm not going to let it go up inside you. I'm going to pull my thing out when it starts to shoot."

"And then where will the white stuff go?", she asked.

"I guess it will shoot out on your belly. Is that okay?"

"You can shoot it anywhere you want to, I guess," she said, innocently. "I'm supposed to get naked, right?"

"Yes," Fred replied, thoughts of seeing Marie naked making him even more aroused. He could feel himself hardening inside his pants.

Marie began unbuttoning the dress. There were four buttons and when they were undone, she worked the dress down off her shoulders. Her white breasts spilled out as she tugged the material down. She was totally comfortable with allowing Fred to see her nakedness. She stood and let the dress fall to the floor around her feet. She wore no undergarments at all, and her body was even more lovely naked than Fred had imagined it would be.

"Aren't you supposed to get naked too?", she asked, sitting back down on the bed. Her words made Fred realize that he was standing there just staring at her.

"Oh...yes," he said and he began unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. He began to grow less comfortable about doing this here in her home, with her father so nearby. It was one thing for her to be naked, something else to be naked himself. But he continued removing his clothes, the underpants going last. He was still hard when he slid them off, and his erection sprang forward as he uncovered it.

Fred looked at Marie and saw her smiling. She was staring at his cock, and there was little doubt she enjoyed seeing it.

"Did seeing me naked make it get hard like that?", she asked him, still smiling.

"Yes, it did," he admitted.

"Good. Then I guess you'll be seeing me naked a lot. Can I touch it?"

Fred stepped toward her, and swallowed hard as she reached out for him with her hand. She touched just the head with her fingertips and the light teasing touch of her fingers made his cock jerk. She moved her hand back, as if she had done something wrong.

"It's okay. It does that because it feels good when you touch it. Go ahead. Touch it some more," he said.

Marie reached out again and touched him lightly once more, smiling this time when he jerked at her touch. She played with his stiff cock for a bit, touching him in different ways, noticing what made him jerk and what didn't. A small drop of pre-cum formed at the hole and she wiped her finger in it. She held her finger close to her face and examined it.

"Is this what makes me pregnant?", she asked.

"Yes, but a lot more comes out when you make me come."

"Can I taste it? Or will that make me pregnant?"

"No, you can taste it," Fred said, her innocent desire to eat his cum making him even hotter. "It only makes you pregnant if it goes in down there." He nodded toward her sex.

"In my pussy or my butthole?", she asked, seriously. She'd obviously heard some barnyard talk before.

"In your pussy. You can't get pregnant if it goes in your butthole or your mouth."

Marie moved her finger to her mouth and licked at the little drop of pre-cum. She wrinkled her nose a little bit.

"So if you put it in my mouth or my butthole I won't get pregnant, right?", she asked.

"Yes, that's right."

"Then why don't you just do that instead of putting it in my pussy. Then you won't have to worry about making me pregnant."

"Well, some girls say it hurts when it's put in their butthole," Fred replied. He'd never done anal sex before, so he wasn't too sure about that.

"Right. But it hurts if you put it in my pussy too, at least the first time, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's right."

"So today will you put it in my pussy and my butthole both so you can put it in there whenever you want to and it won't hurt anymore after today?", she asked.

"If you want me to I will," he replied, feeling his cock growing even stiffer.

"And when you shoot your stuff today I want you to shoot it in my mouth. That way I can't get pregnant and if it hurts we can get that over with too. Okay?"

It all sounded very reasonable to Fred. He was sure it wasn't quite that simple, but it was no time to argue.

Fred lay on the bed beside Marie and gently caressed her body. He began kissing her gently, first her shoulder and then her cheek and finally her mouth. Her lips were almost as virginal as her sex was, and Fred taught her to kiss with his own lips, nipping at her mouth, opening his lips slightly and allowing his tongue to dance against her lips and tongue.

As they kissed, Fred moved his hand to her chest and began touching her breasts lightly. He felt her nipples grow hard quickly, and rubbed the inside of his palm against them, teasing them before cupping her full breast in his hand and squeezing it. He could feel Marie's responsiveness. Her kisses grew more relaxed and hungry, her body moved to make his touching her even easier. Her hand moved between them and closed itself around his cock. Her hand was cool compared to the heat of his dick, and she grabbed him too tightly at first.

"Not so hard," he said, gently. "Just hold me lightly and move your hand. Feel the skin moving with your hand as you move it. Make it slide up over the head where the cum was."

Marie did as he said, working her closed hand up his cock, sliding his foreskin up and over the edge of the head and then back toward the base again. Fred moved his hips, helping her learn the right limits of movement. He slid his hand down her body, across the plane of her stomach, through the soft pubic hair which nested at the top of her virginal sex. His fingers rubbed the top of her gently, and he could feel her wetness smearing against his fingertips.

Fred moved his fingertips between her lips and felt the contriction caused by her virginity. He worked against it lightly with his fingers, moving them lower, working around the little section of tissue which would break and cause her the pain. She was so wet that it gave him confidence, and he worked one finger into her slowly. He felt her tense, and he stopped pushing the finger in, allowing her time to adjust to his being there.

"Put your thing in," she asked, softly.

"Are you sure?", he asked. "I can put a finger in first. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much that way."

"No, just stick it in and get it over with," she said, evenly. "It's okay, really."

Fred moved between her legs, looking down at her bared sex for the first time. She was lovely, and he almost felt badly about taking away her virginity. But she wanted it, and he wanted it, and there was no turning back now.

He pressed the head of his cock against her, gently, and keeping his hand wrapped around himself, began pushing into her. She was very tight, and he saw her muscles tensing. She reached for his hips and pulled him toward her at the same time that she pushed herself onto him. Fred felt her give way and saw the pain on her face, but she would not let him stop and drove herself further onto him until he was fully inside her.

Fred held himself still inside her and waited for her to begin moving. Then he realized that she might not know that she was supposed to do that, and he moved himself backward slowly, letting his cock slide back out of her partially. She was still tense, but not as frightened as before, and when he pushed back into her slowly he was sure that the pain was not as bad. He moved a bit more quickly on the next stroke, her natural juices easing his path. He began moving more confidently now, his cock fucking back and forth inside the young virgin with ease.

"Ohhh, that doesn't hurt at all now...I love the way it feels," she said. "Put it in my butthole now before I change my mind," she said, pushing away from him.

Fred reluctantly slid out of her and watched as she raised her legs high in the air, holding them apart with her hands.

"Can you get it in my butthole like this?", Marie asked him.

Fred looked down at her, seeing just a touch of red blood where her hymen had torn. He pressed his cock at her anus. She looked so small there. He hated to hurt her more, especially when it was feeling so good inside her warm wet pussy.

"Do it," she urged him, "push it on in, just like you did my pussy."

Fred bore down on her. He was still rock hard and yet his cock still tried to bend as he pushed at her virgin and ungreased asshole. He tightened his grip and pushed harder, and felt her suddenly open, allowing his cockhead to pop inside. She groaned, but worked her ass toward him, and he pushed onward, putting more cock up her ass until he was fully inside her.

Marie's clenching sphincter felt almost too good, and Fred was terribly close to coming inside her. He moved backward, making her groan again and feeling his balls fill even more quickly with cum. She wanted to take his ejaculate in her mouth, and he would have to put his cock there soon if she was to have any of it.

He pushed back into her ass one more time and then slid out of her backdoor. Pushing her legs back down and crawling up over her chest, Fred straddled her and lifted her head, putting his adventurous cock into her willing mouth.

Fred felt Marie's lips close around him, and the lack of contact with her teeth made him wonder for a moment if she had done this before. Those thoughts were quickly gone from his mind as he began working his cock in the young farm girl's mouth. She was all velvet lips and tongue, and she accepted his cock with an easy desire which made him feel free to work his cock back and forth in her mouth with only one goal in mind, the emptying of his cum into her.

Already pushed to the brink by all that was happening, Fred found his orgasm coming quickly, and he humped at Marie's face lewdly, holding her head in both hands and fucking her young mouth hotly. His eruption spilled out into her, loading her mouth with the pungent salty filling. He felt her swallow as he continued shooting cum into her. Finally he was done, and he slid his cock from her mouth slowly, letting her lick at the tip with her tongue as he took it from her.

Fred moved beside Marie on the bed and immediately began touching her clitoris with his fingers again as he moved his mouth to her nearest breast and began suckling her hard nipple. She responded immediately, and in minutes she was experiencing her first orgasm, her hips rising and falling hotly as she bucked at his hand, a soft mewing sound spilling from her lips and growing to a feverish gasping which Fred could only hope her father would not hear.

She fell back to the bed, limp from her exertion, but smiling with pleasure.

"Wow....I didn't know it could feel that good," she said. "Promise me you'll come back tomorrow and do all this to me again? Please?"

"I promise," Fred replied, pulling her to him and hugging her.

"And the day after that? Will you keep doing it to me?"

"Yes, Marie," Fred said, smiling warmly at her hungry words. "I'll keep doing it to you. Don't worry about that. I didn't make you mad?", he asked, grinning.

"Nope, not at all," she said, chuckling softly.

A few minutes later, Fred walked out of the old farmhouse and toward his car. He met Marie's father who was returning from the field.

"Well, did you make her mad?", the old man asked him.

"Nope, I don't think so," Fred replied.

"What did you do, then?", he asked.

"Any damn thing I wanted to," Fred said, grinning, and quickly drove away.

The End

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