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   MRWADE.272 By Master Wade

   The Girl Can't Help It

   Chapter Three

   "Now, before I show you these photographs," Angie Mae said,

   taking an envelope out of her purse, "I have a confession to make."

   "I love confessions," I said, smiling.

   "Well, I hope you love this one.  You'd better, anyway."

   "Relax.  I will.  Tell me," I said.

   "Okay.  It's been almost ten years now, but Renae's sister and

   I were lovers for a while when I was a teenager."

   "I do love it, yes, I do."

   Angie Mae grinned.  "Good.  I can't change what happened

   anyway, so it's a good thing.  Not that I would, that is.  Anyway,

   we haven't made love to each other for a LONG time, but we've

   stayed pretty close as friends.  I guess it was three or four years

   ago now, maybe more...anyway, about that long ago when Cindy called

   me and wanted to have lunch with me.  We did that pretty often, so

   I didn't think anything of it.  But what she wanted to talk to me

   about was Renae."

   "Uh huh.  Go on."

   "Well, Renae knew that Cindy and I had gotten it on together.

   We didn't think she knew, but she did.  I guess she watched us one

   night or something.  I don't know.  Anyway, Renae didn't say

   anything about it for years, and then out of the blue she brought

   it up to Cindy one night when their parents were gone."

   "How much younger is Renae than Cindy?", I asked.

   "Only two years.  I guess she was eleven when she saw us doing

   it, and...well...I guess she was fifteen or sixteen when she

   brought it up to Cindy.  Something like that, anyway."

   "I see.  Sorry I interrupted you.  Go ahead."

   "Okay.  Cindy said that Renae just came right out and told her

   that she wanted to know what it was like to make love to a woman,

   and asked her to teach her how to do it."

   "Whew...that's pretty hot, isn't it?"

   "I thought it was!  So did Cindy.  She said she told Renae no,

   at first.  Said she told her that was too sinful for words, or

   something like that.  But she said the idea of it made her crazy.

   You can see how it would, of course, since you know Renae.  And she

   was just as beautiful when she was sixteen as she is now.  Maybe

   even more so, depending on your taste."

   "I can imagine."

   "Yeah.  Anyway, Renae didn't let up.  She kept on asking for

   it, teasing Cindy, knowing that it would be hard for Cindy to

   continue to resist her.  And that was what Cindy wanted to talk to

   me about.  She wanted to know what I thought she should do."

   "And what did you tell her?"

   "Well, maybe I'll go to hell for it, but I told her to go for

   it.  I mean, Renae was the one seducing her, you know?  It wasn't

   as if it was Cindy coercing Renae into doing something.  And what's

   so bad about it anyway?  Besides, if it had been me...well, she

   wouldn't have had to ask but once.  And that's what I told Cindy."

   "So she did it, huh?  She made it with her sister?"

   "Oh yeah.  And not just one time, either.  They did it so much

   that Cindy was almost zonked out on pussy juice...kind of like a

   zombie high on some drug or something.  She'd call me up and tell

   me every detail and it would make me so hot that sometimes I'd

   masturbate while she was telling me about it.  It was almost enough

   to make me get with Cindy again, but I was married by then and was

   trying to be good.  You know how it is when you first get married."

   "Yep, I know.  I like you better now, though."

   "Thanks...I think.  Anyway, ever since then Renae has been a

   little secret between Cindy and I.  No one ever found out about

   them and I've never told anyone else about it, except for you."

   "Do they still do it?", I asked.

   "Not as often.  I don't think they do it but maybe once a year

   or something now.  As Renae got older she realized how addictive

   she was for Cindy and she's tried not to be a problem for her.  But

   if you ask me, Renae really misses it, and would like to be

   involved heavily again.  I'm surprised that there haven't been

   rumors of her making it with someone at work or something.  I know

   she must want it a lot."

   "That's a very exciting story, Angie Mae."

   "Isn't it?  Anyway, I thought Cindy might let me have some

   photos of Renae, since she knows how hot I think she is.  I knew

   she had some photos she took of her when they were playing around,

   but I thought I remembered her saying that she destroyed all but

   the most tame ones, because she was afraid someone would find

   them."

   "And these are the ones she let you have?"

   "Yes.  You're going to like them, I'm sure.  And if you do

   I'll get some copies made for you, but I have to hang on to these,

   okay?  I promised Cindy I would return them.  They're the only

   one's she has left."

   "Sure, I understand," I said.  I was really anxious to see the

   photos.  Renae was becoming more and more interesting.

   Angie Mae handed me the envelope and I took out a small stack

   of 35mm enlargements.  They were in color and very nicely done.

   "Ho...ly...shit!", I exclaimed, upon seeing the first

   photograph, one of Renae lying on her back on a blanket in the

   yard.  She had on a white bikini bathing suit which just barely

   covered her naked body.  Her skin was darkly tanned, almost bronze

   in color, contrasting beautifully against the white suit.  It was

   a fantastic shot of her legs, and if they looked good from our

   vantage point in the parking lot, they looked fantastic all spread

   open on the blanket in the bright sunlight.

   "Nice, huh?", Angie Mae said, sighing.

   "Nice isn't the word for it," I said, genuinely excited by the

   photographs Angie Mae had brought me.  I reluctantly, but excitedly

   moved along to the next photograph.

   The next shot of Renae was a close-up of her taken while she

   was in the same position as the first.  This one was a close-up of

   her from the waist down.

   "God...it's easy to see why someone would want to eat this

   sweet thing's pussy, isn't it Angie Mae?", I asked, holding the

   photograph for her to look at.

   "Quite honestly, I can't imagine anyone not wanting to," she

   replied, sincerely.  "And to hear Cindy tell it, it tastes as good

   as it looks like it would."

   "Whew....she is something else." I turned to the next photo.

   This one was a close-up of the other half of the beautiful

   blonde girl, showing her nicely shaped round breasts pushing up

   into her bikini top, and that incredible face and hair.

   The fourth photograph was of Renae on her stomach, her legs

   spread again.  She was just as lovely from the back as from the

   front, and her ass made my mouth water.

   The rest of the photographs were nice, but not nearly as

   exciting as the ones of Renae in the white bikini.  Still, I wanted

   copies of them all.  Angie Mae understood.

   "I'm glad you like them.  I thought it would be a nice treat

   for you, especially since you brought her up in the first place."

   "I did, didn't I?  What a coincidence that you had been her

   sister's lover.  Does Cindy look anything like Renae?  Now I'm

   really curious about her."

   "Cindy was a doll when she was younger, but I'm afraid she's

   put on quite a lot of weight...after the baby and everything.  That

   may be another reason that she and Renae don't do it as often, I

   don't know.  But she's a really sweet girl."

   "I'm sure.  So, would you do Renae if you could?"

   "I would like to, yes.  I've thought about it off and on ever

   since Cindy told me about them.  But I don't know how Renae would

   feel about it."

   "I'd love for you to make it with her.  That would be so

   incredibly hot!"

   Angie Mae smiled.  "And if I made it with her, who else would

   I fuck to keep in balance?"

   "You have a memory like an elephant, don't you?", I teased.

   "Well, it isn't like I wouldn't do it even if I couldn't fuck

   someone else, you know.  But you did say that, didn't you?"

   "Yes, I did.  Can we make a deal here?  Can we agree that I'll

   find a guy to fuck you as long as you can talk Renae into letting

   me fuck her?"

   "I don't see why not.  Afterall, according to your theory, and

   assuming that Renae isn't fucking two guys already...she'll need

   someone else to fuck once she starts eating pussy, won't she?"

   I chuckled.  "It's comforting to see that you remembered the

   whole formula, Angie Mae.  And you're right, of course.  So, how do

   we go about this?  Are you going to talk to Cindy about it, or just

   approach Renae?"

   "I think I'd rather just talk to Renae about it.  She might

   not want Cindy to know, and I would understand if she didn't.  I

   suppose there is some chance that Cindy might get jealous, since we

   were lovers once and all that."

   I looked at the photos again.  It was amazing to consider how

   beautiful the two of them would be in each other's arms.

   "Am I going to get to watch?", I asked.

   "I'll see.  I'd like for you to, of course.  And I hope Renae

   will want you to.  But if she won't let you watch, can I still have

   her?"

   "Oh yeah...I wouldn't want you to miss that for anything.

   But, assuming she is game, and assuming that I get to fuck her

   too...do you have any requests for the man you're to fuck?"

   "Well, maybe.  But I don't want to make you mad."

   "Why would I get mad?  Don't be silly."

   "You might not like it."

   "Why?  Who is it?"

   "Are you prejudiced?  Against black people, I mean?"

   I chuckled softly to myself.  So that was it.

   "Well, I try not to be.  I probably am, but no more than they

   are toward white people, I don't think.  I've surely seen lots of

   black girls I'd love to fuck.  You want some black cock, is that

   it?"

   "Yes, I guess you could put it that way." She blushed.

   "Do you have someone in mind?", I asked, taking her hand in

   mine.

   "No, not really.  I don't know that many black guys.  I don't

   guess it matters too much.  But I don't think they're all big, are

   they?"

   "No, I don't think so.  Some are, though...at least in the xrated
movies. But then there are some awfully well hung white guys

   in those movies too.  Which do you want?  Big black dick, or

   average black dick?"

   "I don't want to make you mad," she said again.

   I really chuckled this time.

   "It isn't going to make me mad for you to want a black man

   with a bigger dick than mine, Angie Mae.  For all I know, Jeff has

   a bigger dick than I do.  But if he does, it doesn't seem to slow

   you up any with me."

   "Just for the record, yours is the biggest I've ever had.  But

   I guess if I'm going to be really bad and fuck a black guy it might

   as well be one who is really hung, don't you think?"

   "Oh, I agree.  Now all I have to do is go around and ask all

   the black guys I know which one of them has a bigger dick than I

   do."

   It was her turn to chuckle.  "I'm sure you'll find a way.  And

   if he could be at least a little bit handsome it would be nice, you

   know."

   "I understand.  I'm not real sure how you're going to have

   enough time to do all this pussy eating and black cock fucking, but

   I'm sure we'll work it out."

   "You do want me to do it, don't you?  If you don't, we can

   just keep on like we are.  I love it just like this, you know.  We

   don't have to change anything, honest.  Or I can just be with Renae

   and we can forget about another guy, black or white.  You decide."

   "Lets see what happens when you talk with Renae first.  If she

   is cold to the idea then we won't have to worry about it.  But

   actually, I sort of like the idea of you taking a big black cock.

   But I'll have to watch that one.  That's got to be part of the

   deal."

   "Sure...I wouldn't have it any other way.  And as for how I'm

   going to have enough time for all of that...well, don't worry that

   it might cut into our time together.  I'll always have time for

   you, I promise."

   "So, you like to fuck your husband, another man (me), you want

   to eat some pussy and fuck some black cock.  You're a pretty hot

   little thing to be so angelic looking, you know that?"

   "I can't help it, honey...I just can't help it."

   Continued in MRWADE.273................

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