Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:39 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 271 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.271 By Master Wade The Girl Can't Help It Chapter Two I fucked Angie Mae once a day, every day, for the next three weeks. Sometimes it was a quickie in a parked car. Other times we spent hours enjoying each other. It was as if neither of us could think of anything else but how to find time to fuck each other. Whether her husband, Jeff, got any during this time is hard for me to say. I suppose he did...husbands do like to get some from time to time, especially when their wives look like Angie Mae. And it wasn't like she didn't have any pussy left over to give him. I wasn't stealing it or anything, just using it some. I used it good, for sure. But I didn't use it up. "Do you think we can keep on doing it like this without getting caught?", she asked one afternoon. I had just finished fucking her in the men's room of a local service station. It really wasn't planned, we just happened to be there getting gas at the same time. Honest. "Caught by someone else, or found out by Jeff?", I asked. When you don't want to answer a question, the best escape is to ask one in return. "Either...I guess. But I suppose I mean can we keep doing it like this without Jeff finding out." "I'm sure not going to tell him," I replied. "I'm not either, silly," she said, zipping my pants back up for me. "I guess it all just seems too easy. Too good to be true." "Well, we could be a bit more careful, I suppose. And I guess we could do it less often." I hooked her bra for her. "But I really think you should fuck a lot. At least once a day. You were made for a lot of fucking." "You think so?", she asked, pecking me on the cheek and resting her wrists on my shoulders. "I know so. That doesn't offend you, does it?" "No. I guess not. I mean, I do like it. And once a day doesn't seem like too much. Of course, some days it's more than once, you know." "Yes, I know. Does that bother you? Fucking two different men in the same day?" "No. I suppose it should, but it doesn't. I like it, actually. I guess even if I could choose to fuck either you or Jeff once a day I'd still want to be fucking the other one too. Does that bother YOU?" "If it did, I guess I'd have said so before now. But somehow, you just strike me as the kind of girl who should fuck more than one man regularly. It just doesn't seem fair that one man should get it all, even me." "Mmmmm...I think that's a compliment. Isn't it?" "You bet it is. Just take that girl who works the cash register inside, for example. She's the kind of girl who should never fuck. She probably gets fucked sometimes, but it's not because she deserves it or anything. Then there are other girls who do deserve to get fucked, but only by one guy. And then there are a few girls like you." "Do I know any girls like me? Girls who deserve to get fucked by more than one guy?" "Oh, I'm sure you do. There's a girl who works for the local paper...Renae is her name, I think. Know her? She's a blonde...great legs and beautiful smile. She must be about your age, maybe a bit younger." "I know who you're talking about. I was in school with her older sister. She and I are in the same class where fucking is concerned, huh?" "Yep, I think so. Of course, she may be getting fucked by two guys, I don't know about that. She should be, anyway." "You're a very generous man. And I must admit...I'm flattered by being put in the same class as Renae. She's a beautiful girl." "Is anyone fucking her?" "She goes with someone, I'm sure. But I don't know if anyone else is fucking her or not. It would surprise me if I found out that no one was fucking her. A girl that pretty has to be fucking someone." "Exactly. And she's far too pretty to just be getting it from one guy. It's an imbalance...kind of like a foreign trade deficit or something." "Well, there are rumors that Renae likes girls too. I don't know about that, but if it were true, would that make things balance for her?" "Sure. With a girl like Renae, `fucking' is a generic term, encompasing more than one kind of sexual sharing." "How about with a girl like me?" "Well, since you're a girl like Renae, then it applies to you too." "Mmmmm," she said, kissing me again. "I guess we'd better continue this discussion somewhere else, just in case someone comes along and needs to use the men's room. Don't you think?" "That's not a bad idea. Any suggestions?" "Well, I do have one, actually." "Shoot." "Okay...the furniture store that used to be open next to the newspaper office...it's closed now, remember?" "Oh yeah...actually, it was an office supply place, but I know what you're talking about." "Yeah, office supplies. Anyway, it's a pretty big parking lot, and no one ever uses it any more. It's also about time for Renae to get off work, and I've noticed that she parks her car on that side of the newspaper office. Why don't we chat for a while in your car and wait to see if we can catch a glimpse of her when she gets off work? I'll leave my car in the shopping center lot and get in with you there. Sound okay?" "Sounds like fun. I'll meet you at the shopping center." We left the gas station without arousing suspicion, and it was a simple matter to drop off her car unnoticed. The old office supply parking lot was empty, just as Angie Mae had said it would be, and it did offer a perfect vantage point for watching for Renae. "I like doing this together," I said, playing idly with Angie Mae's naked thigh. "Me too. It's naughty, but only a little bit. We're not really spying on her, just doing a little observation work." "Uh huh. Just a nice couple doing some girl-watching together. And we've got a good angle on her car, too. Should be able to see her get in pretty well from here. Think she'll be wearing a skirt?" "I've never seen her in pants, on the job, at least. She always dresses nicely." "And they say she likes girls, huh? Who is `they'?" "Well, her sister told me. But don't tell anyone I told you that." "Her sister, huh? Gee, that's a pretty good `they', if you ask me. Do I need to ask how her sister knows?" "I think I've probably said too much about Renae and her sister already. But I don't think her sister would have lied about it." "No, I guess not. And it just sort of came up in conversation one day? Is that how you found out from her sister?" "Well...not exactly. Oh, look, there she comes!" The delightful young blonde came out of the side door of the newspaper office and headed for her car. If she noticed our car she made no sign of it. I slid my hand up Angie Mae's thigh until the side of it pressed against her bulging pubis. "We're in luck. Mini-skirt, or close to it," Angie Mae said, her eyes glued on Renae's movements. "She's got great legs, hasn't she?", I asked. "Wonderful legs. I wish my legs were that long. You should see her in a bikini." She opened her legs just a bit wider and pressed her sex against my hand. "Heads up...she's getting in." Renae opened her car door and got in, swinging her legs in, one at a time. Her dress rode high on her thighs, giving us a great view of them. We had a momentary shot of her beaver, but it was over far too quickly. "Don't shut the door," Angie Mae whispered, excitedly. "Fix your lipstick first, or something." Almost as if she had heard her, Renae fished around in her purse for a good while. When she withdrew her hand it held not lipstick, but a hair brush instead. Luck was with us, and she brushed her long blonde hair while leaving the door open. Her upraised arms allowed us a chance to get a side-view of her breasts as well as her exposed thighs. All too soon the little show was over, and Renae shut the door and backed her car out of its parking space. She roared away down the street, leaving us alone. "So, did I do good, or what?", Angie Mae asked, turning to me and pressing my hand more tightly to her wet crotch. "That was delightful. It was a great idea. Maybe we should do this more often." "Watch Renae, you mean?" "Sure. Or others. But it would be hard to beat a show like that." "I agree. So...back to this balance thing you were saying earlier. What happens if there is an imbalance caused by too much `fucking'?" "You mean what would happen if a girl was getting fucked too much?" "Uh huh. Like suppose Renae was getting fucked by two guys and getting it on with a girl too. Would that be too much fucking?" "Well, for girls in the same class as you and Renae, it's much easier for there to be too little fucking than too much. I guess there's a limit, but I wouldn't say it would be too much for Renae to have two male and one female lovers." "Would it be too much for me?" I smiled and moved my fingers under the edge of Angie Mae's panties. "Do you have a female lover, Angie Mae? Is that what all these questions are about?" "No, I don't have one. Not now. I mean, not yet. Anyway, would it be too much?" "In your case, considering your pussy and the way it sticks out, and how your cunt lips jut out and hang down and stick out..." I pushed a finger up inside her wet little pussy. "...each female lover that you have allows you to have one more male lover...the female lover would keep you in balance, not make you out of balance." "Mmmmm....really? So like..." she paused to think for a moment, and squirmed on my finger slightly. She was VERY wet. "...like if I was fucking you and Jeff, and then had a girlfriend too, then I'd need yet another guy to fuck me to keep me in balance?" "Yep. That's the way it works." "I like that. I like the sound of that. Did you just think that up?" "Uh huh. Just now." "Don't forget it, okay?", she teased, and reached for my zipper. Angie Mae sucked me nicely in the abandoned parking lot, eagerly emptying me of a more than adequate load of cum. I drove her back to the shopping center and she slipped out of my car and into hers without incident. Just before driving away, she stopped alongside me and spoke to me through our opened car windows. "I think I can get you some photographs of Renae," she said, smiling softly. "Nothing too hot, but some bikini shots, at least. Want me tomorrow night?" "For sure. Nine at the old ball park?" "That should be okay. Kisses!" I spent at least half of the hours til bedtime wondering if I could live up to my suggestion that Angie Mae should have an extra male lover for every pussy she ate. I guess I hadn't really thought she was too serious about having a female lover, at first anyway. I spent the other half of the hours til bedtime thinking about Renae and her legs, and wondering if a girl that pretty could actually be eating her sister's pussy. What made me come again (and I came VERY nicely) was thinking about Angie Mae spreading her legs wide and letting Jeff fuck her. I don't know that he fucked her that night, of course, but somehow I think it's a pretty good guess that he did. Don't you? Continued in MRWADE.272.................. The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The Mansion, the adult area of Wade's World BBS, (703) 694-5460, Ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 1200-9600 baud.