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   MRWADE.273 By Master Wade

   The Girl Can't Help It

   Chapter Four

   "I can only talk for a second," Angie Mae said, when I

   answered the phone next to my chair in the den.  "I just wanted to

   let you know that Renae is going to spend the morning at the pool

   tomorrow.  I can't make it, but you might want to go and watch.  I

   can meet you in the afternoon somewhere if you want."

   "Thanks for calling.  I'll meet you at the library around

   two o'clock.  Okay?"

   "Sounds good.  Sorry I can't talk longer.  See you tomorrow."

   "Bye."

   I put the phone back on its cradle and picked up the photos of

   Renae and looked at them again.  I was really enjoying our mutual

   attraction to Renae.  Planning to make it with her was so much fun

   that I wondered if actually making it with her could top it.  Angie

   Mae seemed to enjoy my being turned on by Renae as much as she did

   her own arousal by the attractive blonde, and was being great about

   encouraging me to lust after her.  Maybe it was just a ploy to get

   me to arrange another man for her...maybe not.  Actually, I knew

   well that Angie Mae didn't need any help getting a man, black or

   white.  She could do that just fine without my help.  Then again,

   she could be afraid that I would be jealous enough to spill the

   beans to Jeff or something.  But hey...why look a gift horse in the

   mouth.  Everything was working beautifully so far.

   I wondered if Renae would wear the white bikini to the pool.

   Doubtful...especially since the photos had some age on them.  The

   white bikini was probably long gone by now.  Besides, she might be

   a bit more reserved around the people she lived and worked with.

   Whatever she wore, there was no doubt that she'd look great in it,

   nor that I'd get to see those legs.  That would make it well worth

   the trip to the pool.

   I waited until around ten to go to the pool the next morning.

   I wanted to make sure that Renae was already there when I arrived.

   That would make it much easier to choose a satisfactory vantage

   point for watching her.  It turned out to be a good plan, and I was

   able to place my lawn chair just behind and to the left of Renae's

   spot next to the pool, less than ten feet away from her.

   As I had guessed, Renae was wearing a different bathing suit

   than the one in the photos.  It was a bikini, although it was not

   quite as revealing as the white one that I had come to love so

   much.  Still, it looked great on her, and it was easy to see that

   her body was just as beautiful as it had been when the photograph

   had been taken.

   She lay on a large beach towel, oriented toward the morning

   sun.  There were only a handful of other people at the pool, and

   most of them were women.  Renae took advantage of that fact by

   adopting what I was sure was a more relaxed posture than she might

   have otherwise felt comfortable with.  She lay with her legs

   opened, allowing the sun to strike her inner thighs.  And she

   lowered the top of her bikini just enough that it seemed as if one

   good puff of wind would push it over her nipples.

   I had brought along a paperback book, and it was relatively

   easy to pretend to be reading it and watch the young blonde through

   my dark glasses without anyone noticing.  It was not so easy to

   avoid getting a hardon, but I managed.

   At one point early on, not long after I had taken my place

   next to her, Renae looked at me and nodded.  We had run into each

   other on occasion, but I was sure she had no idea what my name was.

   Her name was on her license plate, and I had heard some other men

   talking about her and what a fox she was.

   I'd been there about fifteen minutes when Renae rolled over

   onto her stomach.  She paused to speak to me.

   "What are you reading?", she asked.

   "Belinda, by Anne Rampling," I answered.  "It's about a young

   woman and an older man.  Pretty good read."

   "Sounds good.  How far along are you?"

   "I'm on page sixteen.  Not far yet."

   Not much conversation, but I was pleased that she felt

   comfortable enough around me to speak.  She looked just as adorable

   on her stomach as she did on her back.  It was easy to imagine what

   she would look like with her ass in the air.  She would be an

   incredible fuck, of that, I was sure.

   I luxuriated in the freedom which was mine to look at Renae's

   beautiful body, purposely taking in every detail of her thighs and

   calves, and especially the curve of her tightly formed ass.  At one

   point she stood, and I was afraid she might be leaving, but instead

   she bent over to retrieve a bottle of suntan lotion which she then

   proceeded to apply to her legs, stomach and shoulders.  It was

   wonderfully erotic to watch her.  Too bad that Angie Mae hadn't

   been along to see what I was seeing.

   When she had applied the lotion, Renae sat back down on her

   towel and then turned to me.

   "What page are you on now?", she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

   "Uh...", I quickly turned a few pages, "twenty three," I

   stammered, a bit embarrassed.

   "Slow reader, huh?", she teased.  I'd been caught.

   "Uh...yeah.  I guess so." So much for a witty come-back.

   "I might like that book," she said, her big eyes sparkling in

   the morning sun.  "Think they would have it in the local library?"

   "Probably.  But you can have this one.  I'll get another one

   someday."

   "That's really sweet of you, but I don't even know your name.

   Besides...I can get one.  No need to take yours."

   "My name is Wade.  Wade Mondegam.  But really, take this one.

   I'm not getting very far anyway."

   "In the book you mean."

   "Uh...yeah.  I guess today's not my day for reading."

   "Well, Mr.  Mondegam, I'll accept your offer of the book, but

   you must let me return it.  Maybe you'll be more in a mood to read

   by the time I get it back to you."

   "That sounds like a deal to me," I said.  I got up and handed

   her the book.  Hovering over her gave me an excellent view of her

   cleavage.  Her breasts looked bigger in person than they had in the

   photos.

   "Thanks," she said, taking the book.  "It's nice to meet you.

   My name is Renae.  I work for the newspaper, in case you need your

   book before I return it."

   "Yes...I've seen you around before.  Nice to meet you too.

   You're a very lovely girl."

   "Thanks," she said, rising.  "Well, I've had about all the sun

   I can handle for now.  Thanks again for the book.  I'll be seeing

   you."

   With that, she gathered up her things and was gone.  I swam a

   few laps in the pool, for show mostly, and then returned home.

   "So...how was it?", Angie Mae asked, immediately, when we met

   at the library later on that day.

   "Well worth the effort," I replied, smiling.

   "Bikini?", she asked.

   "Yep.  Blue with white flowers.  Not all that skimpy, but I

   could see plenty.  I sat next to where she was laying out.  Even

   got to talk with her a little bit.  And gave her the book I had

   taken along."

   "What book?"

   "Belinda.  The same title that I gave you."

   "You dog," she said, feigning dismay.  "You planned that,

   didn't you?  Older man, younger woman.  Just happened to have a

   copy along."

   I grinned.  "Well, a little mind conditioning never hurts, you

   know."

   She grinned back at me.  "Yes, I know.  That's why I gave you

   the photographs of Renae."

   "Touche," I said.  I looked to both sides of the aisle and

   bent forward to kiss Angie Mae quickly.

   "Did watching her get you hot?", Angie Mae asked, stepping a

   bit closer to me and lowering her voice.

   "Sure did.  I wish you could have been there too.  At one

   point she rubbed lotion all over herself while standing in front of

   me.  That was really hot."

   "Mmmm...I bet it was.  I wish I could have rubbed it on for

   her."

   "Yeah...I'd like to see that.  Maybe we'll do something like

   that sometime.  A little baby oil on you, a little on her, and then

   you can spread it by rubbing your bodies together.  How does that

   sound?"

   "It sounds incredible.  You didn't mention me to her, did

   you?"

   "Of course not.  I did introduce myself, but that was all."

   "Good.  She'll remember you when I mention you to her then."

   "I haven't made any progress on the...on the other man yet."

   "We need to talk about that.  I'm not sure about that part.

   Maybe we don't need another man."

   "Oh?  Having second thoughts?"

   "I guess so.  Anyway, don't do anything about that yet."

   "Whatever you say.  What's bothering you about it?"

   "Well, a couple of things, actually.  But mainly I don't know

   that I need that much...uh...activity." She looked both

   directions.  "Jeff has been more amorous than usual lately.  To tell

   you the truth, I'm a little bit sore.  Twice a day is about all I

   can handle, I think."

   I smiled.  "I guess you just need someone to kiss it and make

   it well."

   "Now THAT is an excellent solution.  Can we go somewhere else?

   I'm afraid someone is going to overhear our conversation."



   We left the library, separately, of course, and met again at

   a hunting cabin a friend of mine owned.  It was great for daytime

   encounters.

   "Okay...show me your sore little pussy," I said, sitting on

   the old couch in the great room of the cabin.

   Angie Mae stood in front of me and lowered her shorts.  She

   worked the little pink panties down her legs and stood with her

   feet apart.

   "It isn't real, real sore or anything.  You can still fuck me

   if you want to."

   I reached forward and held her protruding cunt lips apart,

   examining her inner lips.

   "Doesn't look any different than usual," I said, enjoying the

   casual examination of the married woman's sex organs.  "Maybe

   you're afraid of what a big black cock would do to that sweet

   little thing?"

   "No, it's not that.  Actually, I like the idea of being fucked

   with something big, even if it did hurt at first."

   "Something big that stretches you open."

   "Uh huh...I like the sound of that.  Stretching my little

   hole."

   I slid two fingers into Angie Mae.  She was always wet enough

   to take two fingers all the way.

   "Little girl having her poor little pussy all stretched and

   made big." I slowly worked in the tip of a third finger.

   "Ummmmm...yes...I'm so little.  But you can make my pussy big

   if you want to."

   "I can fuck you with big things?"

   "Anything you want.  As big as you want.  Stretch my pussy."

   "I might want to put my hand in it," I said, working the three

   fingers all the way inside.

   "Your whole hand?  God!", she said, opening her stance a bit.

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Angie Mae?", I asked, feeling

   my cock growing hard.

   "Can you imagine seeing your wrist sticking out of me?  That

   would be soooo hot!  Do you think you could get it all in?

   Really?"

   "I can try, precious.  I bet Renae's hand would go in, don't

   you?  Or maybe your little hand in her?  Would you put your hand in

   Renae's pretty pussy?"

   "I'd LOVE to put my hand in it," she said, beginning to work

   her hips.  "I bet it would make her crazy.  God...that would be

   incredible!"

   "You want another finger, don't you?", I asked, pushing the

   three fingers toward the bottom of her slit, making room for more

   inside her.

   "Uh huh...I do.  Do it to me."

   "You look so hot with something sticking out of your hot

   little cunt, Angie Mae.  A pretty girl with big things sticking in

   her sweet little pussy."

   "And Renae is soooo pretty.  She should have something big in

   it, shouldn't she?"

   "Yes, Angie Mae.  Pretty girls should have big things fucked

   into them.  The prettier the girl, the bigger the things that fuck

   her.  Right?  You're so pretty, Angie Mae."

   "I want big.  Put big in me.  Fuck my pretty pussy."

   Angie Mae was growing very hot, and had pulled her top up over

   her breasts.  Her nipples were as long and hard as I had ever seen

   them.  I began working the tip of the fourth finger up into her.

   "Pretty pussy...big fuck thing.  Renae's pretty pussy.  Angie

   Mae's pretty pussy.  Two wet girls fucking big things, having their

   sweet juicy fuck holes prodded and stretched wide.  Can't you just

   see Renae's pretty pussy, Angie Mae?"

   "Unnnghhh...", she moaned, hunching at my fingers as the

   fourth one began sliding inside her.  It was tight...very, very

   tight.  We had just about reached her limit.  "So big!  Yes...I can

   see Renae's pretty pussy.  I can see her naked tits and her ass."

   "She has a great ass, doesn't she?  Such a pretty ass, Angie

   Mae."

   "Yessss...such a pretty ass.  I want her ass.  I want to kiss

   it and lick it.  She's so pretty.  So sweet and young and blonde

   and pretty."

   "Yes...I want to see that, Angie Mae.  Will you do her ass for

   me?  Will you lick her asshole for me?"

   "God yes!  I want to...I really do.  I'll put my fingers in

   her pussy and lick her asshole and you can watch me.  Damn...it

   makes me sooo hot...put another finger in me!"

   The four fingers were just barely inside her.  I pushed them

   deeper, and felt Angie Mae struggle to accept them.  She was too

   small, just too small for taking it all.  I knew I was hurting her.

   "You're so little, Angie Mae.  I've got four in you and you're

   so full.  I don't think you can take more, honey.  I don't want to

   hurt you."

   "Hurt my pussy.  Do it.  I want it, baby...fuck me!  Put your

   thumb in!  Please!!"

   She was so little!  So short and so petite and so tight!  I

   wanted to put it all in...but she'd never be able to handle it.  I

   worked the tip of my thumb toward the tips of the fingers, sliding

   it down the base of them and working it underneath the slick top of

   her slit.

   "Ohhhhhh..." she moaned, bending at the knees, trying

   valiantly to make room for more inside her.  "Don't stop...keep

   pushing...I want it, honey!  I want it!"

   I pushed harder and it felt as if I would push her off balance

   onto her back in the floor if I pushed much more.  I reached around

   her and grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me as I pushed my hand

   at her stretched open young cunt.

   "Think about Renae's pussy, Angie Mae.  Think about how wet

   she will be and how pretty her pussy and ass and tits are.  Think

   about french kissing her and playing naked with her.  Think about

   working fingers into her, fucking her, making her pretty pussy take

   more and more.  You can smell her, can't you, Angie Mae.  You can

   smell her perfume and the sweet smell of her sex...you can smell

   that sweet pussy and ass, can't you, baby?"

   Angie Mae reached forward and grabbed my arm.  She hunched at

   it wildly, pulling it hard against her, trying her best to help me

   get the thumb and all the fingers inside...wanting to see my wrist

   sticking out of it.

   "Fuck!  Yes!  Renae's hot pussy...so pretty...so wet and slick

   and her juice all over my face and my nose against her

   anus...fucking her...making big things fuck Renae...Renae's

   pussy...blonde cunt hair...nipples...those legs...fuck...love to

   fuck...love to get fucked...love to get

   laid...fuck..fucking...Godddd...Unnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh!!"

   Angie Mae's hips worked overtime now as her orgasm began

   exploding within her.  She held my arm tightly, nearly cutting off

   my circulation, and ground her wet young married girl fuck hole

   slit against my cramping fingers and thumb.  I pushed the middle

   finger of my free hand between the crevice of her ass and guided it

   toward her anus.  It slid inside suddenly, caught up in the pumping

   fucking slutty movements of my Angie Mae.  When it did, Angie Mae

   threw her head back and began whimpering, still working at the

   hand, still fucking at my arm, over and over, over and over, until

   she had spent herself, standing there in the rustic cabin floor,

   her shorts and panties puddled around her feet.

   "I just couldn't get them all in, baby," she said,

   apologeticly as she cuddled with me on the couch afterward.  "I'm

   sorry...I wanted to so much.  I really tried, honest I did."

   I smiled and held her close, kissing her on the top of her

   head.

   "It's okay, precious.  We can try another time, you know.  It

   isn't important that you take it all."

   "But I want to.  Promise me we can try some more.  I want you

   to train my little hole to take big things."

   "Sure...we'll do that, you sweet thing.  You really do want

   that, don't you?"

   "It makes me soooo hot!  And I LOVE thinking about Renae and

   doing that to her too.  I love the things you say to me when you

   fuck me.  You drive me crazy!"

   "And I'm crazy about you, Angie Mae.  I never would have

   guessed that you had so many naughty fantasies, or that you'd do so

   many naughty things.  You're my little slut girl."

   "Yes, baby.  Your little slut girl.  And I'll be your pussy

   eating slut girl too.  Just wait until you see me with Renae.  And

   she's going to LOVE you, too!"

   "And you're sure that you don't want me to line up a big black

   cock for my little slut girl to fuck and suck?"

   "I'm sure.  For now, anyway.  I think I'd like to see Renae

   with a black guy though.  Wouldn't you?  A pretty blonde girl

   getting fucked by a black guy with a huge cock?  That would be hot,

   wouldn't it?"

   "Mmmmm...yeah, that would be hot.  You think she'd like that?"

   "Who knows?  But we can hope, can't we?"

   "Yes, we sure can.  I think we'd better see just how far we

   can go with Renae.  We're getting ahead of ourselves a bit.  First

   we have to get her in bed, with one of us, at least."

   "True.  I may just call her tonight and suggest that we go

   shopping together this weekend.  I'll tell her that I admire her

   taste in clothes and that I want her to help me pick out some

   things.  Something like that.  It would be a start, anyway."

   "Good idea.  Just make it work out so that I can fuck you

   right after you get back from shopping.  I know you'll be one hot

   little slut girl then!"

   "Probably.  Darn...look what time it is!  For now, you'd

   better fuck me so that I can go home and fix supper for Jeff and

   let him fuck me...which I know he's going to want to do...he's a

   regular stud these days, for whatever reason."

   "One of these nights I'm going to make you sneak out of the

   house after he falls asleep so that I can fuck you while your

   little wife pussy is all slick with his cum."

   "Is that a promise?", Angie Mae asked.

   "That's a promise, for sure," I replied, pulling her legs

   apart and unzipping my zipper.

   Continued in MRWADE.274.............

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