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   MRWADE.270 By Master Wade

   The Girl Can't Help It

   Chapter One

   I first met Angie Mae Robertson when it was winter and you had

   to guess what was underneath all the wool and flannel.  She was a

   little thing, only about five foot three or so, and I took her to

   be about fourteen, or younger.  It was the youthfulness of her face

   and her small frame which mislead me, I suppose, for she was

   actually twenty-three.

   Angie Mae's eyes and mouth flirted with you sixty per cent of

   the time.  The other forty percent of the time her face settled

   into non-descript pleasantness which made you believe that she was

   listening to your every word, whether she was or not.  In total it

   was a pleasing effect, and one which I found compelling in the

   extreme.

   I saw Angie Mae off and on during the cold months, just long

   enough, usually, to exchange pleasantries.  It became obvious,

   early on, that she was a bright girl, having more common sense than

   most and making good use of her education.  She was married to a

   young man about her age, a handsome enough fellow who was not her

   equal in intelligence.  They had one child, a two-year-old boy.

   Although I enjoyed the relaxed acquaintanceship which Angie

   Mae and I developed, I made no attempt to endear myself to her

   particularly.  It was obvious that she enjoyed seeing me, as well,

   but she did nothing to indicate an intimate interest in me.  I do

   confess that I had fantasies with her as the subject; a wide

   variety of them, in fact, encompassing a good many of my particular

   perversions.  But they were fantasies grounded in little more than

   her sparkling personality and her teasing smile.

   As fate would have it, our paths did not cross during the

   spring, and it was early summer when I next ran into Angie Mae.

   The days had begun growing long, and we suffered under a rather

   premature heat wave for nearly two weeks.  On one particularly hot

   evening, several hours prior to the onset of darkness, I hit upon

   the idea of cooling off along the banks of an old swimming hole not

   far from where I lived.  I hadn't been there in years, but memories

   of sitting along the bank with my feet and legs dangling in the

   crystal clear water filled me with cool anticipation.

   I had been there just long enough for my feet to grow

   comfortably numb when I heard another vehicle approach and then

   stop, somewhere near where mine was parked.  A few moments later,

   I heard someone splashing their way down the creek from upstream.

   Much to my surprise, it was Angie Mae.

   Angie Mae reached the old swimming hole just before she came

   into my view, and I heard her dive into it at the upper end and

   come up with a little squeal of delight.  She swam a few yards,

   still unaware of my presence.  It was not until she reached the

   lower end of the pool of water, just below my seat on the bank,

   that I realized who it was.  It was at about that same time that

   she saw me, and treading water until she found her footing, smiled

   broadly and waved to me.

   The water was not terribly deep on the lower end of the pool,

   but Angie Mae could just barely touch the bottom and keep her head

   above water.  She paddled over toward me, climbing up the slope of

   the creek bed.  The water grew more shallow as she neared me, and,

   little by little, more and more of her body was revealed to me as

   she approached.  By the time she reached my position along the bank,

   she was in water only knee deep, and my mouth was hanging open.



   "Well, hi there!", she said, smiling broadly, her expression

   more flirtatious than it had ever been before.

   I felt a tremor of excitement run over me which suddenly made

   the cool creek water seem ice cold.  Not even my most imaginative

   fantasies had prepared me for what I now saw.  She was built like

   the proverbial brick shit house!

   "Well, hi yourself!", I managed, staring at her newly revealed

   charms, and trying to appear non-plussed in the process.  "What a

   treat to run into you here!"

   "I didn't even recognize your truck," she said, putting her

   hands on her hips and cocking her hip to one side.  "Beating the

   heat, are you?"

   Beating my meat, did she say?  I shook myself, wondering if I

   had heard her right.  I'd been too lost in my study of her breasts.

   No, surely she hadn't said that.  Beating the heat, she had said.

   Of course.

   "Yep...it's been miserable today, hasn't it?" My eyes dropped

   to her waist, and the tiny little bikini bottoms she wore.  Her

   stomach was as flat as a board, and her thighs incredibly wellformed. 
But as she stood with her legs slightly parted, it was her

   crotch which mesmerized me.

   "It's been awful!  I didn't even put on any clothes until I

   got ready to come over here.  You should have seen Jeff's eyes when

   he came home from work and found me wandering around in the nude!

   I thought he'd die!" She giggled, without a touch of embarassment,

   and acted as if she didn't notice me staring at her pubic area.

   "I don't blame you," I said, pulling my eyes away momentarily

   from the delicious sight which so attracted their attention.  "I'd

   have done the same thing, if I'd had the chance."

   "Oh you would have, would you?", she replied, grinning.

   My eyes were not decieving me.  Angie Mae's pubis was plainly

   visible.  The material of the bathing suit bottom clung to it so

   tightly as to mold itself to every curve.  She had the kind of

   pubis which protrudes.  It was a swollen mound which pushed outward

   away from her body from the top of her pubic hair-line downward,

   even including her swollen labia, which were outlined perfectly and

   individually, two ridges of cunt flesh hanging down beautifully

   between those marvelous thighs.  It was like looking at her in the

   nude, except that her skin was covered with thin, wet, material.

   Her bikini top also molded itself to her young breasts,

   fitting as tightly as a second skin, and the petite little married

   girl's nipples poked obscenely through the material, totally

   revealed as to shape, and wonderfully hard.

   The effect of all of this was one of looking at Angie Mae as

   if she were naked.  It was at least as erotic as total nudity would

   have been, and perhaps even more so.

   "I think you like my bikini," she said, her flirting smile

   alive on her sweet face.

   Had I not responded to her last remark?  I couldn't remember,

   really, but evidently she had become fully aware of my lustful

   staring.

   "I had no idea you were so remarkably beautiful, Angie Mae,"

   I said, my voice growing a bit husky.

   "You're a sweet man, but I'm not beautiful at all.  I'm much

   too short to be truly beautiful.  You just like the bikini."

   "Well, it is a great bathing suit, Angie Mae," I said,

   swallowing hard, "it fits you wonderfully."

   "Jeff says it's too tight, especially when it gets wet.  But

   they all are like that on me.  I guess it's the way my body is made

   or something.  Do you think it's too tight?" She looked down at

   her body.

   "Not at all...it's perfect," I said.  "And your body is

   perfect too.  If you were my wife I'd WANT you to wear tight

   bathing suits like that, Angie Mae."

   "And if you were just my friend, instead of my husband, you'd

   want to see me like this often?", she asked.

   "Goodness yes!", I answered.  "Who wouldn't?"

   "I like the way it makes me feel for you to look at me," she

   said, stepping a bit closer.  "Your eyes seem to sort of...I don't

   know...`eat me up', I guess.  It makes me feel very sexy."

   "You ARE very sexy, Angie Mae.  And I'd say `eat you up' is a

   perfect description.  You look good enough to eat."

   "Tell me exactly what it is that you like about my body," she

   said, stepping to within my reach."

   "Oh, I like it all, Angie Mae," I replied, unsure as to how to

   continue.  "You're built very nicely."

   "No, I don't mean like that.  Tell me EXACTLY.  Don't worry

   about offending me by the words you use.  What parts of me do you

   like most?  Tell me, please?"

   I looked into her eyes, reminding myself that she was twentythree,
rather than a teenager.

   "I love your breasts.  They're the perfect size for your

   body." I gauged her response.  Evidently she was serious.  "I

   especially like the way your nipples poke through the top.  They're

   so stiff and hard looking, and the cloth clings to them so nicely.

   It's very hot."

   "Thank you.  You're doing good.  Is there more?"

   "Overall, I like the fact that you look so young.  You're like

   a teenager that one doesn't have to be careful around.  I love your

   flat stomach, the widening of your hips, your legs, especially your

   thighs." I stopped.  My cock was turgid and straining against my

   shorts.

   "How about this part of me," she said, moving her hand to her

   pubic mound and tracing its shape with her finger.  "Do you like

   this okay?"

   I could hardly believe what was happening.  This beautiful

   young girl was pointing to her pussy and asking me if I liked it.

   "I love it, Angie Mae.  I love it best, really," I stammered.

   "Best?  Why?  What do you like about it?  Tell me, honestly,"

   she said.  She was fishing for something.

   "I like the way it protrudes.  The way it sticks out.  Some

   women...most women, in fact, are pretty flat there, and you seldom

   can see much.  With you, it's like you're nude.  It's like I can

   see it through your bikini bottom." I felt a bead of sweat run

   down my cheek.

   "You like the fact that the suit is good and tight down

   here?", she asked, running her finger along her labia, caressing

   them through the material.

   "Yes, exactly," I said, incredibly aroused by talking about

   her pussy with her.

   "That's the part I can't do anything about.  The part that

   Jeff doesn't like.  He says it's like showing my pussy to anyone

   that wants to look at it.  That and my nipples.  They always poke

   through like this."

   "Does it bother you that you can't do anything about it?", I

   asked.

   "No, not really.  Well, to be honest, it turns me on.  It's

   like I'm dressing in an acceptable way, but going around nude at

   the same time.  I guess it really is even more hot since Jeff

   doesn't like it.  It's like he reinforces the fact that I'm showing

   my pussy to other people.  You know?"

   Boy, did I ever!  I was so hot that I wanted to fuck her right

   on the spot.

   "Right now you're showing your pussy to me, aren't you, Angie

   Mae?", I asked, luxuriating in the naughtiness of the question.

   She smiled, more softly this time, and lay her hand along her

   thigh.  "Yes, I suppose I am.  And you like it, don't you?"

   "I LOVE it!  And it turns you on to show me your pussy,

   doesn't it, Angie Mae?"

   "It makes me incredibly hot to show it to you...especially to

   you." Her voice was growing weak, and I could see goosebumps

   forming on her thighs.

   "Jeff doesn't like for you to show your pussy to other men,

   but you're doing it anyway, aren't you, Angie Mae?"

   "Yes," she said, more softly yet.

   "Jeff wouldn't want you to let a man touch your pussy either,

   would he, Angie Mae?", I asked, moving my hand forward and

   caressing her right thigh along the front with the back of my hand.

   She looked deeply into my eyes, but made no effort to stop me.

   "No, he definitely wouldn't like that," she replied.

   "I've wanted to touch you like this for months," I said, my

   hand moving up her leg, closer and closer to her prominently

   displayed labia.  "Your skin is so soft.  You're so very

   beautiful...so hot and sexy."

   "You're making me crazy," she said, her eyes closing slightly.

   "Seeing your pussy makes me crazy, Angie Mae," I said, coming

   within a fraction of an inch of her labia and then moving to her

   other thigh.  "I love the way you show your pussy.  I love being

   able to stare at your pussy lips.  I love that you let me do it."

   Angie Mae began breathing hard and her eyes closed tightly.

   "Please touch me," she cooed.  "Please touch my pussy."

   "If I touch you, I'll have to fuck you, Angie Mae.  Jeff

   wouldn't want me to fuck you, but I'd have to once I got your sweet

   wet pussy juice on my fingers.  You are wet, aren't you Angie Mae?"

   "Oh yesss," she sighed, "I AM wet...I'm sooo wet, you wouldn't

   believe it.  Go ahead...touch it."

   "But I can't fuck you unless you want me to fuck you, Angie

   Mae," I said, my voice thick with lust.  "And if I touch that sweet

   pussy, I'll have to fuck you.  I'll just have to lay you down and

   fuck you right here."

   "Okay...okay...you can...just touch me," she said, her eyes

   still closed tightly.

   "I can what, Angie Mae?", I asked, lightly swiping my finger

   against her right labia, feeling the moisture oozing through the

   tight material of her bathing suit bottom.

   "Fuck me!", she said, her soft voice rising almost too much.

   "You can do it...I want you to do it...I've wanted you to do it all

   along.  Please fuck me!"

   I slid my finger between her protruding lips, feeling them

   cling to my digit.  She bent slightly at the knees, her thighs

   opening more widely.

   "But if I fuck your hot little pussy once, Angie Mae," I said,

   pushing my finger more tightly against her slit, "I'll want to fuck

   it again and again and again...I'll be wanting to fuck you all the

   time, Angie Mae."

   "I know.  It's okay.  Just do it, okay?" She began moving her

   hips, working her wet lips against my finger.

   "You'll fuck me again?", I asked, rubbing her slit hotly.

   "Any time you want it," she said.

   "But where will we fuck, Angie Mae?", I asked her, beginning

   to work the zipper down on my shorts.

   "Anywhere, I don't care.  You can just call me and tell me

   where and I'll meet you there.  You can fuck me any time, any

   place.  Just fuck me...please?"

   I pushed my fingertip upward, trying to push it into her hole,

   but the suit was too tight.  I pushed at the hole and could hear

   her juices squishing inside.

   "And you won't tell Jeff that you're opening your pretty

   little legs for me?  You won't tell your husband that you're

   fucking me?"

   "No!  Honest, I won't.  I won't tell.  Pull my bottoms down.

   Fuck me!"

   "You pull them down for me, Angie Mae," I said, pulling my

   cock from my shorts.  "You show me your pussy."

   Her eyes opened and her gaze locked on my stiff cock as she

   moved her hands to her hips and worked the bottoms down her legs.

   If anything, her pussy was even more beautiful naked.  Her pubic

   mound was covered with soft dark hair, shaped in a perfect V shape

   which curved in an downward slope toward her thighs.  She stepped

   out of the bottoms and tossed them onto the bank, then reached

   behind herself and undid the top.  She tossed it on the bank next

   to her bottoms.

   "You're so beautiful, Angie Mae," I said, stroking myself as

   I watched her.  "I want you so much."

   Angie Mae moved to me and stepped across my thighs.  Her sweet

   pussy was directly in front of my face, and she rubbed her fingers

   through it, spreading her wetness on her pink labia.  Then she

   knelt, reaching between her legs to take my cock and guide it into

   her sweet young hole.

   "Ohhhhh, yes!", she moaned, as my cock pushed into her slick

   wetness.  She was tight, wonderfully tight, but obviously no

   virgin.

   Angie Mae settled into my lap, my cock sinking fully into her

   dark hole, her beautiful breasts standing proudly and firmly on her

   chest, her long stiff nipples rigid with arousal.  She moved her

   hips in a little wiggle, taking just a fraction more cock into her.

   I felt the head of my cock pushing against the back of her cunt,

   but if it it was too painful for her she did nothing to indicate

   it.

   I moved my hands to her breasts and began caressing them,

   pushing them up so that her nipples were being offered to my

   tongue.  She put her hands on my shoulders and looked down at my

   cock pushing up into her.  Arching her back, she began rocking in

   my lap, grinding her sweet pussy back and forth against me, working

   my turgid member with practiced skill.

   "I love your cock," she said, her voice thick and husky.  "I

   love to fuck so much...I love riding you....oh God!"

   Her hips moved more rapidly, and I could tell that she was

   rapidly moving toward orgasm.  I slid one hand between us and

   rubbed her clitoris with my thumb as she continued to rock back and

   forth on me.  Her head flew back, the expression on her face more

   adult and animalistic than any I had ever expected to see on it.

   Sliding my free hand to her waist, I pushed down on her and

   fucked up at her, pushing as much of my stiff dick into her as

   possible.  She was perfect, and I could feel the cum building

   inside me.

   We fucked, each stroke an obvious climb toward the mutual

   release of the passion which was exploding within us both, riding

   a continually growing wave together, our breathing and heated

   jerkings blending together as if choreographed.

   When her body locked up, Angie Mae fell backward, catching

   herself with her hands.  Her hips rose and lifted, working my cock

   even further as the explosion in my own loins began.  She was

   gasping, her hips continuing to fuck at me, her breasts pointing at

   the sky, her rigid nipples stiff and highlighted against the gently

   flowing pool of water behind her.  I grabbed at them, releasing her

   waist and taking the hard nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

   I clamped down on them, holding onto her as my cum exploded hotly

   into her spasming cavern.

   When it was over, she fell foward again, into my arms, and

   began kissing me softly on my lips.  I had never known such tender

   warmth before, either prior to or after sex, and I felt a trembling

   in my heart as her lusty naughtiness was replaced with sensuous

   goodness.  I held her tightly.  reveling in the new intimacy we

   would now share, forever.

   Continued in MRWADE.271................

   The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The

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