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Chapter Two
   "Mom, you awake?" Robby asked, as he looked across the small RV to where
he saw his Mom lying naked in her bunk, with her back to him.  She had
kicked the cover off her, and he couldn't help but look at her dark tanned
body.
   "I'm trying to wake up, Robby.  Good morning.  Did you enjoy your
night?"
   "I sure did, Mom, did you?"
   "Yes, I did, as a matter of fact; I met the man next to us in the little
pop-up camper, and we drank a few beers, and ate a snack.  I really liked
talking to him; he lives across the river from us, in Marion."
   "I remember where Marion is, that's where we got off the inter-state,
isn't it?"
   "Yes, he has a small business there; he may call me when my divorce is
final, would that be alright with you?  If he did, we're the same age."
   "I think you need to meet someone nice, Mom; you have been abused, and
treated like shit long enough," Robby said.  He loved his father, but hated
him for what he did to his Mom, and the way he had treated her.  His father
owned the law firm, but it was his Mom that had all the money.  Her mother
and father had left her hundreds of millions of dollars, and she had it
where he couldn't get his hands on it.  Robby knew all about their fights
over money, when his Mom had refused to 'loan' his father one million
dollars for a business venture.
   "Thanks, son, did you enjoy your time with the two girls, they were a
little older, weren't they?"
   "Yeah, one was seventeen, and the other was eighteen, they're cousins."
   "They are very attractive."
   "Mom, I saw you last night," Robby said, as he looked at his Mom; she
had turned over, and pulled the sheet over her now as they lay across from
each other and talked in the early morning light.
   "I saw you too Robby; if you like, we'll talk more about it.  I hope you
don't think I am a bad person."
   "No Mom, I think you are a beautiful woman that needs a good friend in
your life right now, I like the way that man looks, and he didn't seem to
be trying to make you do anything."
   "He is a good friend now, and I hope he and I can continue to be
friends, I got a little high on the beer, and we messed around some, is
that still alright?"
   "Sure Mom, you look great naked, by the way." He smiled.
   "Get your butt up Robby Robertson, we have a breakfast date, with the
man next door, and he's cooking for us."
   "Great, I'm starved.  Get up Mom, so I can see you," Robby said, and she
threw a pillow at him.
   "You get up so I can see you.  I saw you with those girls last night."
   "They took advantage of me, Mom." He laughed.
   "I saw what you have, they were mesmerized by you, now get up and turn
your back, so I can get some sweats on."
   "Alright, but I'm gonna peek anyway, you're HOT, for a Mom," he laughed.
   "Hand me my sweat shirt lying there." She pointed to the chair.  Robby
threw the shirt to her, and watched, as she pulled it over her head.  She
was trying to keep from flashing her son, but he saw them.  Damn did they
ever look good, that was only the second time he'd seen her breasts, and he
loved them.
   "Ok, if you're through ogling your Mom's tits, let's get some breakfast,
it's not going to be many times we get a man to cook for us," she said, as
she slipped into her sweat pants, giving her son the sight of his life.
   "Damn, no hair, and no panties; my Mom is so cool," he said, and she
threw the pillow at him again as he ducked, and laughed his silly head off
at seeing his mother's shaved wet cunt!
  
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   "Good morning, Murphy, we may have slept a little late; I want you to
meet my son, Robby.  Robby, this is Bob Murphy the man I was telling you
about."
   "Good morning, Mr.  Murphy."
   "Good morning, Meghan.  Robby it's nice to meet you; just call me,
Murphy.  Sit down, and I'll get you some coffee.  Robby, you want something
else, a Coke or water maybe?"
   "No, thank you, Murphy, coffee's fine.  I like the idea of having our
breakfast cooked, wish you had been here the first three days." Robby
smiled, as I handed him and his Mom, some coffee.
   "Well, to tell you the truth, I hate to see you leave.  But your Mom
told me she had a business meeting," he didn't want the boy to think they
had discussed her personal life with his dad.
   "Yeah, well, Mom tells me you live just across the river from us; maybe
we will see you again," He said, he wanted Murphy to know that it was okay
for him to see his Mom.
   "I gave your Mom my number, and she gave me hers.  I'll call when I know
it's all right; if you're sure you don't mind."
   "No, I think it's great that you and Mom met like this.  We both love to
go camping, and play in the sun.  Maybe you'll teach me to fly-fish one
day; I saw all your fishing tackle."
   "You saw a few of my pieces of tackle; that's my one weakness; I have a
room full of fishing tackle, and only fish, maybe, three times a year.  But
I always have big ideas in my head of going out and fishing for a week. 
I'd be glad to call you, and let you go with me some time."
   "Hey, Murphy, you've got a deal!  Mom said you have your own business in
Marion.  You should take a break more often, and enjoy." Robby said, and
smiled.
   "I'm getting close to being there, Robby; maybe by the time your Mom's
divorce is final, we can all go fishing." I told him, just to let him know
I wanted to see her, and to tell him I'd be glad to take him fishing, too.
   "Wow Murphy, really?  Hey look.  I know my Mom is getting divorced from
my Dad.  And I kinda like you, and I know Mom does, already.  I'll accept
your invitation for the both of us, right now."
   "Thanks Robby, your Mom said she was going to get a new, larger RV. 
Would you mind if I went along, when she trades?"
   "Heck no, Mom is good at a lot of things, but trading vehicles isn't one
of them." He laughed.
   "Good, she and I talked about that a little, and I didn't want to horn
in on you, and her."
   "Okay you two, I am here too, and you have talked 'man' talk long
enough." Meghan laughed, and got up to pour us all more coffee.  She looked
at the bacon and turned it while she was up.
   "Hey, I'm cooking this breakfast, you're the guest." I told her, and
drew back to pop her on her sexy butt with my hand, when I caught myself.
   "Murphy, one more 'man' question, and I'll let you alone." Robby smiled,
at his Mom.
   "Sure, go ahead."
   "Will you teach me how to make a girl yell, like you did my Mom last
night, on the door steps of the RV?" Robby said, and laughed at the way we
looked at one another.
   "Uh, I guess we're busted.  Sorry, Robby.  We were kinda feeling the
effects of the beer, and I got kinda brave." I tried to blow it off, but he
wasn't buying.
   "I'm serious, Murphy, and you two don't have to look so guilty, if I
knew how to do that to a girl, I'd walk down the street like Superman." He
laughed.
   "Robby, you're making me feel bad, talking this way, in front of Murphy;
you and I will talk later, I promise."
   "Meghan, I don't mind, we got caught, and I think I owe him some
explanation, this just isn't the right time, Robby."
   "I understand, really.  Mom, I promise I wasn't trying to make you feel
bad, about having a good time.  I am so happy that you can still feel good
about yourself, and let another man make you feel good.  I'm not blind to
what has gone on between you and Dad.  He's my Dad, and I'll always love
him, but he is a creep, when it comes to the way he treated you; a part of
me hates him for that.  I hate him, even more now that I have seen you with
someone else, and see how happy you can be; just by being yourself." Robby
said, as he looked from me to his Mom.
   This kid is alright in my book.
   "Robby, that was good, I like you a whole lot more now, and I like your
Mom too.  We just met, and we've agreed to be friends; I want to be friends
with both of you, and I want us to be able to talk like friends," I told
him.
   "Robby, I agree with Murphy.  That was as grown-up as I have ever heard
you talk.  I appreciate what you just said, and I appreciate the fact that
you're not mad because I had a few moments of pleasure with a friend.  I
hope you and I will be closer when all of this mess is over.  I never want
anything to stop me from feeling what I feel right now." Meghan said.
   "Hey, the bacon's done.  How many eggs, and how do you like them?" I
said.
   "Three for me, please, over easy." Robby said.
   "Two for me, please, same way." Meghan said.
   "You two are my kind of people; the more I know about you two, the more
I like you both." I told them.
   "Mom, when we get our stuff all packed, could I have a few minutes to go
say bye to Barbara and Karen, I told them I would.  Karen lives in Marion,
Murphy, she's looking for a job, that is, if you might be hiring any time
soon.  Man, she's sexy as hell, too, but then you saw her." Robby told me,
and laughed.
   "Here, give her my card, and tell her I'll be back home by next Tuesday,
give me a call.  I've been needing a good girl to help with the packing,
and shipping." I handed him a card.
   "Hey, great, maybe you can hire her, and I'll get to see her again." He
said and smiled.
   "Robby you said they were eighteen, isn't that kind of old for a
fourteen year old?" Meghan asked.
   What kind of question is that to a fourteen year old; I wondered, but
kept my mouth shut.
   "Mom, we're not talking marriage here, we're talking maybe screwing
around some more." He laughed, and Meghan had to laugh with her son.  We
were through eating now, and just drinking coffee.
   "Robby, you go see your friends.  I will pack what little we have to
pack, I'm sure that Murphy will forego his fishing this morning, to help
me. Knock when you come back, will you?"
   "Thanks, Mom; and, Murphy, thanks to you too.  Not just for the
breakfast, either." Robby said, as he shook my hand.
   "Here, Robby, take these." Meghan handed him four more condoms.
   "Thanks, Mom, see you later."
   "Go get 'em, killer." I said, as he turned to leave, with a grin on his
face, and a stiffie in his pants.
   "Murphy, will you help me pack?" Meghan looked at me, and smiled.
   "I'd love to." I took her hand, and we went to her house, this time.
   "Can I be on top, Murphy, please?  I have never in my life been on top
when I've made love."
   "Damn, girl; you can get on top of me, any time you want." I watched, as
she pulled her sweats off, and her naked body really hit me, in the
daylight.  She was a Goddess.  Maybe five eight, and no more than one
twenty, one twenty five, tops.  With her perfect breasts, and her simply
gorgeous ass; flat stomach, and long legs, she was a dream woman.  One,
that fantasies are made of.  I noticed that she was bald on her pussy, too,
and I liked that look as well, as I saw her small pussy lips as she stepped
out of her sweat pants.
   "Damn, Meghan, you look good, girl.  Come, lie on top of me, and feel me
up, before we get down to screwing.  I know we don't have all morning, but
it would take me that long to make love to you, the way I want to."
   "Murphy, you sure know how to make me feel good about myself.  I'm
afraid I don't have very much self esteem; I don't mean to keep talking
about my past, but it has really affected me, and I know it.  I feel
better, right now after one night with you, than I ever did with my
husband. Let me love you, Murphy, let me make love to you, and feel the
feeling of giving."
   "Make it good for you, and it will be good for me, Meghan, just do
whatever you think you would like to do.  Don't worry about what I will
think of you, I like you.  Be as kinky, or as dirty, or as safe, as you
feel like.  This is for you."
   "I want to suck your cock, first; because I want to," she said, and
crawled her naked body up to straddle me, and sat on my legs, just below my
knees, as she leaned forward to take me into her mouth.  Her magnificent
breasts were pressed against my thighs, and my dick got even harder in
anticipation.
   "I can't take all of you, is that alright?  I'd gag if I tried to," she
said, and looked at me almost apologetically, and went right back to
kissing, and licking, and sucking my cock, all over.
   "You don't have to take me all the way in your throat, for it to feel
good; do what you want to do, and what you think you'd like, if you had a
dick." I told her.
   "Oh fuck, I could get a cum, just from doing this," she said, as she
kissed and sucked the head of my penis in and out of her mouth; never
taking more than the head, keeping her hand clasped high around my shaft.
   "My cunt is on fire, but I love doing this," she rose up, and looked at
me, and smiled.
   "Straddle one leg, and let your pussy get some loving, too, as you suck
me.  One day, Meghan, when we have more time, I want to suck your cunt a
LOT more," I told her.
   "Damn, I know I'll get a cum, now; my pussy is wet, and I've already got
your leg slick," she giggled, and sucked some more, and rode my leg some
more.
   "Ride me, Meghan, and get a good cum; then slide up here, and take my
cock in your sweet little vagina, and get a really good cum.  I want to
suck your tits while you fuck me, and get your cum too, ride my leg,
Meghan," I coached her as she sucked, and rode me hard.
   "Oh damn, Murphy, this is good; you can do it in my mouth if you want
to, I don't mind," she said, as she looked at me with sleepy heavy eyes,
and dropped her mouth back over my dick.
   "I don't want to, Meghan; I want to shoot in your hot pussy." I told
her; she really went wild then, riding my leg like a dog and sliding up and
down on top of my knee as I pressed it to her slippery pussy.
   "Any time you want me in you, come up here, and put it in your cunt, and
fuck me, Meghan," I said, and she threw herself at me, as she moved up to
straddle my dick.  I grabbed her face, and kissed her lips, as I held her
with my palms on her cheeks.
   "MMMMnnnnmmmppphhh," Meghan moaned, and tried to get my dick in her
vagina without putting her hands back there, I moved my hips, and made my
dick come to her cunt opening, and she hungrily dropped down on top of my
shaft, and raised up from our kiss to smile at me, in accomplishment, as
she took all of me inside her slippery hole, and again I hit her cervix,
and popped into her womb.
   "I like that, Meghan; that was nice the way you did that.  Damn; I love
your tight little pussy," I told her, as she sat on my belly with her knees
at my side and moved back and forth to ride my dick in her slick pussy.
   "I want to lie down flat on top of you, may I?" She asked me, with her
mouth right next to my ear.
   "Meghan, this is your time.  Don't ask, just do it!" I whispered in her
ear, and she went wild again.  Her legs shot out straight, to lie on top of
mine.  Then she let them drop to either side of my waist, as I shoved
deeper into her molten pussy.
   "I love fucking you, Murphy.  If I get too rough, just tell me," she
said, and she was serious.  This woman had a lot of recovering to do; I
just hoped I could help her, with at least some of it, before she meets
someone that will ruin her forever, if they ever find out that she could be
dominated, like she had been in the past.
   "Ride my naked ass, and make me cry 'uncle'; I love it." I told her.
   "Murphy..." Meghan said, lazily, as we lay naked in each other's arms.
   "Yeah, anything you can think of to do to me, just do it!  That was
awesome." I said and she laughed and kissed my lips.
   " ...  I was wondering if you really were going to talk to Robby about
what you did to make me yell last night."
   "Sure I am; that is, unless you tell me not to, why?"
   "I'd like to be there when you do.  That is, if he doesn't mind, and you
don't, either."
   "I don't see any reason why not.  I sure don't mind.  Ask him, and we'll
both talk to him about pleasing a woman."
   "Would you really?  I think that is a great idea; 'cause you are good at
it."
   "What would you do if I wanted to show him?"
   "Well, I don't know who you'd get to ...  OH MY GOD, do you mean me?"
She looked up at me, and her eyes went wide open.
   "Well, he did ask me how to make you yell."
   "Murphy, quick, fuck me again.  Hurry, I need your dick in my cunt!  You
turn me on like I have never been turned on in my life."
   "Does this mean that you'd let me show him?"
   "Fuck, YES, now fuck my pussy, and make me cum.  I need a shower, but I
need a fucking more," she said, as she rolled onto her back under me, and
spread her legs.
   "I'm gonna enjoy giving your son lessons.  Do we need a fourth person,
so we don't have to share, when the shit hits the fan?"
   "I'll leave that up to you and Robby.  I don't think I am ready to fuck
my own son.  Maybe he can call his friend, or we can get your two Mexican
friends to come over."
   "Now you're talking!  They'd love to get their hands on Robby; well,
their mouths, and cunts too."
   "Fuck me Murphy, cum in me," Meghan said, as she wrapped her long legs
around my butt, and pulled me deeper.
  
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   We walked down to the showers; even though she had a small shower in her
RV.  I wished I could have showered with her, but we couldn't risk being
thrown out of the camp grounds.
   "Murphy, thanks for a wonderful night and day, I'll miss you.  I sure
hope you will call me like you said.  I want to be your friend, and like I
said, I won't try to hang a sign on you.  I just want to be a friend, and
have some fun at a time in my life that I need a person like you."
   "I know what you mean, Meghan; we both know that you don't need to get
serious about anyone right after a divorce.  And I'm sure you will have
lots of men try and get into your sweet panties.  Just be selective for a
while, and don't get hurt."
   "That's why I need a friend, Murphy; that's why I need you to help me. I
know that you're not ready for a commitment, and I'm not either."
   "Well put, my friend.  We will be best of friends, and fucking
partners."
   "You've got a deal!  And you can teach my son to fish, and suck a
pussy." She giggled at the thought, but she looked pensively at some
thoughts she had.
   "You got a deal, too.  Will you call me, and let me know when your
settlement is final, and you are free?  I'd like to come over, and take you
and Robby out to dinner."
   "Yes, I'd love that; I'll tell Robby.  Maybe we can look for RV's the
next day.  I mean, that is, if you'll go with us."
   "I'm already planning on it."
   "I'm looking forward to that, myself.  Will you come with us back up
here for a weekend, when we get a new RV, just to show us how to handle it,
and everything?"
   "I like the 'everything' part the best," I smiled, and she kissed me.
   Robby was waiting at my campsite when we got back.  I hated to see them
leave; but we always make friends that we wonder if we'll ever really see
again.  I hope to see a lot of these two people again, and soon.  It would
be very easy to...
   "Robby, you take care of your Mom.  She's gonna need you a lot, in the
next month or so.  Take my card, and call me, immediately, if you think you
need my help, for any reason at all.  I promise I won't try to interfere
where I'm not needed," I said, as I shook his hand and gave him my card.
   "Thanks, Murphy; Mom is gonna need a man friend.  Someone that will hold
her, but let her be herself at the same time; I hope you'll come, if I call
you, and tell you that my Mom needs you," Robby said, as we shook hands,
and hugged.  I realized right then, that he needed me also.
   "I'll be there." I left it at that.
   "Meghan, I have really enjoyed meeting you, and I love your company. 
Call me, when you are free.  I'll come and get both of you, and we'll get
away for a weekend," I told her, as we hugged, and kissed.
   "I'd really like that, Murphy," she told me.
   "I would too, Murphy; if she doesn't call, I will." Robby came to where
we were, and hugged us both.
   "Be careful driving home, you have my numbers; my cell number is on
there too.  I'll be hurt if I know you needed me, and didn't call."
   "Thanks, Murphy." Robby said.
   "Thanks from me too, Murphy," Meghan said, and we all had wet eyes as
they departed for home.
   I felt empty all of a sudden, and even though I knew the trout wouldn't
be biting, I went to the store, and bought some worms, and artificial
salmon eggs.  I was going fishing.
   I came back with my bait, and grabbed my spinning rod and reel, and
walked up river, for a ways, and sat on the rocks on the bank and rigged my
line.  I had grabbed me five beers, and put them in my web bag, and dropped
it into a hole between two rocks, so the cold water would at least keep
them cool, I opened one while I worked.
   I cast upstream and watched my line float down with the current, then
settle to a tight line as the swift water pulled and jerked on my line.  I
was lost in my thoughts of Meghan and Robby, when I looked up to see Marley
sitting behind me, next to my tackle box.
   "Mind if I sit and watch?  By the way, I am Marley, and I don't even
know your name," she said, as I looked at her, sitting there in her skimpy
yellow bikini.  Damn, she looked good, too bad they were all so young.
  
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   "Mom..." Robby looked at his Mother, as she drove down the side of the
mountain, into the valley toward Batesville, then over to hit Highway 64,
at Bald Knob, and then on to Memphis.
   "Yes, Robby?  I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts," she said, as she
glanced at her son.
   " ...  I like Murphy." He stated.
   "Me too, Robby."
   "What are we gonna do about it?  I mean, I REALLY like him," Robby said,
as he reached over to touch her hand on the console of the small RV.
   "I really like him a lot, too, Robby.  But I am still legally married,
and your father and I will probably not have a good meeting on Wednesday.
So then we'll have to wait until our attorneys can dicker some more, and
try to work something out."
   "Mom, can I ask you a favor?"
   "Sure you can."
   "Just make him a good offer, and get his ass out of our lives.  He has
fucked you over enough, and I want to see you happy again, like you were up
there, last night and this morning."
   "I hate to give in Robby; he has 'fucked me over' as you say, until I am
sick of letting him have his way.  But I just want out now, more than ever.
I don't have any false dreams of Murphy and me, but I know now there are
some really good people in this world, and you and I are gonna find us
one."
   "Good!  I know where one is, and until he tells us he don't want us, I
am going to help you get that man.  I REALLY, REALLY like him, and I LOVE
the way he makes you come alive, when you just look at him."
   "Damn, Robby, does it show that much?"
   "Yes, and I love the look of you, when you feel like that.  I know who
my Dad is; And I also know how sorry he is in ways you probably don't think
I know.
   "Mom, I know you have more money than you will ever spend, and I want
you to buy your way out of this shit, so we can both get on with our lives
and be happy.  Money will make Dad happy.  We can't, Mom, we tried.
   "I want to go fishing with Murphy, and I want to hear him tell me how to
make a woman feel so good she will scream in the night, in the middle of a
packed camp ground.  "I want to hear YOU scream, Mom.  I was so happy for
you, that you finally let go, and felt so fucking good about something,"
Robby looked at his Mom, and they both had tears running down their faces.
   "I'll call Lawyer Anderson tomorrow morning, and tell him to make Robert
an offer he can't refuse.  And we'll make sure that he signs an agreement
to leave us alone, if he accepts the money.  That is, if you are sure about
this."
   "If he agrees to that, Mom, then it will just show you that I am nothing
but a pawn in his game to get more of your money.  Fuck him, if he does."
   "Get ready Robby.  I know what money means to him.  He's gonna shit when
he sees that part; then, when he sees what I want for my part of the law
firm, he'll come out with a lot of money.
   "He'll get full ownership of the law firm, if he does it my way; plus
the money.  If not, he'll be broke in a year, and even then, the way he
spends my money, he'll still go under within a year!"
   "I like this side of you, Mom; I like you being in charge of our lives.
Give 'em hell tomorrow; I'm with you all the way."
   "Robbie, I told Murphy that I wanted to be there, when he tells you how
to make a woman yell."
   "Did you really, what did he say?"
   "He said it would be up to you; I suggested he bring one or both of his
helpers over to help show you."
   "His helpers?"
   "Yes, he has two sisters, in their twenties, who work for him, they're
Mexican, and he says they are as sexy as hell; I think I'd like to be there
to see you learn how to make a woman yell.  I may even learn some dirty
Spanish words, while I'm there."
   "Damn, Mom; I love the new you!  Hurry and get this shit over and done
with, I'm ready for my first lesson."
  
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   "Hi, Marley where're the others?" I asked, as I looked at her tight
little bikini bottoms, as they snuggled into the crotch of her small slit,
and made a sweet looking camel toe.
   "They wanted to lie out in the sun, behind our tent, so they wouldn't be
seen.  I saw you walk by, and wanted to see you again, we never even got
your name.
   "Sorry about that.  I'm Bob Murphy; my friends all call me, Murphy."
   "Murphy, I like that name.  Pleased to meet you again, Murphy.  I wish I
had brought a rod and reel, I love to fish." She said.
   "Come out here, and you can use mine; I'll bring another one with me
this afternoon, when I come back, if you want fish with me."
   "Can I really?  Thanks, Murphy, you're a really nice guy."
   "Well, since I'm old enough to be your daddy, I guess I can afford to be
nice to little girls," I prodded her out of meanness, I guess, to see if
she'd be offended.
   "I'm not a little girl, Murphy; little girls don't have a body like
this." She said, and stood up to turn completely around, exposing her ass
cheeks, where her inadequate 'kini had crept up into her crack, while
standing on the smooth rock.
   "I guess you're right, sorry, my mistake.  You look good."
   "Thanks.  Now let me have that rod, and get back out of the way, so I
can show you how to catch fish," she smiled, took one of my beers, and
walked out to where I was standing in knee deep water.
   "Shit, this water is cold," she said, but took the rod, and I walked
back to sit on the rock where she'd been sitting.
   Damn, I am a sucker for dark tanned skin, and this young girl, of
Italian descent, was a fucking beauty.
   Maybe five foot six, long dark slender legs, and a butt that was as
brown and smooth as any I had ever seen.
   Her hair was long and shiny black, and her bikini top was not much
larger than her nipples.  Her breasts were small, but really beautifully
formed, and as firm as only youth could allow!
   Marley reeled in my line, and looked the bait over, and cast back
upstream again, to let the hook drift down with the current, bouncing along
on the bottom on the rocks, to finally settle in a shallow open pool.  She
did know her stuff, if she was going to get one, this is where it would
hit.
   I watched her bare brown butt, as she cast the bait, and her cheeks
shook really good, and settled back to taunt me more than ever, I got a
fresh beer, and put my empty in the bag.
   I looked up to see Marley reach back, and pull her bikini out of her
butt crack; it wasn't a thong, but it did get really narrow when it reached
her crotch in back, covering just enough butt cheek, to pass public opinion
in Arkansas.
   I watched as she tugged at the cloth of her bikini bottom, where it went
into her crotch, and shook her butt, she looked over her shoulders at me,
when she remembered I was there.
   I smiled, and she did too, and shook her sexy butt at me again, as I saw
a smile on her face when she turned to look at her line as it shook and
trembled in the swift current.
   "Don't think they're gonna bite, Murphy," she turned to say.
   I saw her right breast almost pop out of her top, as she turned all the
way toward me.  She had a camel toe to die for, and she didn't even know
it.
   "Reel it in, and come have another beer, if you want to; the water feels
good just sitting here in it."
   "OK, I need another one anyway.  Can I really come back this afternoon?
What time do you usually come back?"
   "I never have a set time, I just come down to get out here and fish; if
I catch a fish, good; if I don't, that's good too."
   "I like your attitude, Murphy; you really are a nice guy."
   "Yeah, you said that already, and nice guys finish last, is what I've
always heard."
   "How old are you, Murphy?"
   "34, how old are you?" I knew Brenda had told me, but I forgot whether
she was seventeen, or eighteen.
   "I was seventeen, yesterday" she said, proudly.
   "Happy Birthday; what did you get for your birthday?" She was facing me
now, after reeling in the line, and I patted a rock next to me, and took a
beer out for her.  She was looking at me kind of funny, and I glanced down
to my crotch when I got the beer out of the water.
   These camp shorts aren't real loose, but when I sit down, they ride up
some; and I remembered that I hadn't put on underwear this morning, when I
got a shower.
   I saw the head of my dick peek out from under the hem of my shorts. 
Damn, I didn't know whether to make a show of putting it back, or just
ignore it, and see what she did.
   I decided on the latter, and handed her the beer as she handed me the
rod and reel.
   She sat on the rock in front of me, facing me, as we sat knees almost
touching; drinking our beer, and talking.  I saw her eyes keep dropping to
my crotch, and I closed my knees, a little, as I looked up stream.
   "I didn't get what I wanted; but I hope to get it while we're up here,"
she answered after a while, as if taking a moment to think.
   "I hope you get what you wished for, then." I told her, and she smiled.
   I saw her look at my face, and when I turned to look back downstream, I
let my legs open even wider.  Her eyes got bigger, and I just sat that way
for a while; I figured I'd just back her down, from being so bold as to
look.
   "You married, Murphy?" She asked, never taking her eyes off my dick.
   "No, are you?" I asked, and she giggled.
   "Well, some girls are married by seventeen, and start having kids,
even." I said.
   "Not me, I want to finish school, and get a good job."
   "What if you meet a really nice boy, and he falls in love with you, and
wants to get married before then."
   "I'll just have to say no."
   "What if he gets you pregnant?" I tested her good, I thought.
   "I'm on the pill, I can't get pregnant."
   "Well, I guess you got all that sewed up then." I smiled, and she did
too.
   "Was that your girlfriend last night?" She asked, and I jerked to look
at her, she was still looking at my crotch, and I glance down to see the
whole damned head of my dick out now, and she was still looking, and still
hadn't turned away.
   "She is a friend, where did you see us?"
   "Over there, by those big rocks," she glanced over to my right, where
the big boulders were; where Meghan and I were fucking last night.
   "So you saw us then?"
   "Yes."
   "Does that make me a bad guy now?"
   "No, I still think you are a nice guy; and she sure did like what you
were doing."
   "I liked it too, sorry we weren't better hidden; we were just walking,
and she saw her son with those two girls in that tent over there."
   "The ones that were naked?"
   "Yeah, you saw them too, didn't you?"
   "Yes, we all watched them, and watched you and the pretty woman with
big, uh with..."
   "Big tits?"
   "Yes, big tits, you didn't think I would say tits, did you?"
   "No, but then I didn't think any of you would be watching me, while I
was naked behind my friend, fucking her, either."
   "Are you mad at us?"
   "No, were you excited, or shocked?"
   "Excited, really excited."
   "When did you get really excited?" I asked, I figured she wanted to
talk, and I liked looking at her, she was as hot as most women I have seen,
her cunt must have been puffed out now, because her lips were really
pushing her bikini bottoms out hard at her crotch.  I saw a tiny spot of
wet, right in the center; just at the bottom of her really nice camel toe.
I wondered how big the spot would get.
   "I saw you and the woman, and wanted to touch myself, but I didn't. 
Then when you and she walked by naked and I saw your uh, your..."
   "My dick?"
   "Yes, your dick swinging, and it was so big and long, I did start
rubbing myself." She said, almost in a whisper.
   "You didn't think I'd say dick, did you, Murphy?"
   "No, Marley, I really didn't, you are very brave, and very pretty, and
very sexy."
   "Really, you think I am brave, and do you really think I am pretty, and,
er, sexy, you are a grown man, and you think I am pretty.  You just did
that beautiful woman, from behind, last night, and you still think I am
pretty, and sexy?"
   "Yes; believe me, no matter how old a man is, a beautiful woman is
always beautiful."
   "You mean that you think we are all pretty, even though you are a grown
man?"
   "Yeah, you are very pretty, Marley, and very sexy too.  If I were
younger I would want to take you for a walk up the river, alone."
   "Really, what would we do?"
   "Oh, we'd hold hands as we walked.  I'd kiss you, and touch you."
   "You would?"
   "Yeah, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself; that is, if I were
your age."
   "I bet you know how to touch a girl to make her feel good, don't you?  I
saw you touching that pretty woman's tits, last night, and she was going
crazy."
   "A woman likes for a man to do her from behind, and hold her tits in his
hands, and pull her back on him so he can go deeper." I knew this was
getting really wild, but she wanted more, and I thought what the hell,
she's just a curious kid.
   "Can I have another beer, Murphy?"
   "Sure; here, we'll drink the last two I brought, and if we need more
we'll get some more from camp," I told her, and handed her one, and I took
the other.
   "You were telling me that a woman likes a man to be behind her, and hold
her tits.  Can a woman take all of your, uh, your dick inside her?"
   "Maybe not the first time; but for sure the second time, and most times
they love it too.  We might need to go, Marley, this isn't the kind of
conversation I need to be having with you." I said, as I started to get up.
   "No, please stay, and lets talk." She said quickly, and put her hand on
my knee, as she looked down at my hard on.
   "Well, maybe until we finish these last beers." I said.
   I looked, and her wet spot was as big as a quarter now.  Marley likes
trash talk.
   "I like your bikini, Marley, you look like a magazine model, with your
long hair and dark skin." I said, and I was telling the truth too; she did.
   "I would love to be a model; but my family would kill me, if they ever
saw me in this bikini, let alone in a magazine in this, or less."
   "You'd let someone take pictures of you, wearing less?" I asked, as if I
were shocked.
   "Yes, I feel so sexy, and so brave, when I put on this bikini."
   "What if this beer can was a camera?"
   "I'd pose for you," she laughed, and I did too, as she threw her hair
back over her shoulder, and posed her head with her hand in her hair.
   "I'll take your picture then, you change poses." I said, and she smiled,
as I held the beer can to my eye like I was sighting it on her tits.
   "Are you taking a picture of my tits?" She giggled.
   "Yes, I took one of your face, now your tits." I said, and grinned at
her.
   "Then what," she was playing a game now, and wanted me to play.
   "I would take a close up picture of your bikini.  where it nestles tight
against your crotch."
   "Wow, Murphy, really?"
   "Yes, then I'd want to see more skin, like in the real magazines."
   "Wow, Murphy, tell me how."
   "Well I'd want to see you pull your bikini top up over your tits, and
show them to my camera." I said, as I got my 'camera' ready.
   "Like this?" She asked, and grabbed the bottom string, and pulled it up
over her perfect little tits, I 'snapped' the camera fast, and smiled at
her.
   "You're a very good model, Marley, and you've got some of the finest
young tits I have ever seen."
   "I better cover them back up, before someone sees me." She said, but
didn't cover them.
   "I like them uncovered, and no one is close by.  I'd like to take the
rest of this roll of film, now." I said.
   "Of my tits?"
   "No, lower."
   "Like this?" She asked, and spread her knees apart, as wide as she
could. I could see a few hairs peeking out on each side of her crotch.  and
her spot was as big as a half dollar now.
   I 'clicked' my camera and waited.
   "What now?  Murphy."
   "Well, I'd like a few good pussy shots, to go with my tit shots; that
is, if my model didn't have to leave so soon."
   "Like this?" She said.  as she pulled the crotch of her bikini aside at
her cunt, and exposed her tight little brown pussy.
   "Yes!  Hold that pose, and let me get two more." I 'clicked' again.
   "Now what, Murphy?"
   "Well, if you were a real model, I'd ask you to untie the strings, and
let it fall in the water, and take a picture of your naked pussy, as the
water made the strings float away."
   "I am a real model, see?" She said, as she untied the sides of her
bikini, and pulled the front of it all the way out and let it fall loose in
the water.  Her pussy was now completely exposed, wide open now, and I
smiled as I 'clicked' more shots.
   "God, I feel so fucking sexy, and hot, Murphy."
   "Really, just showing me your tits and cunt, made you feel fucking sexy,
and hot, Marley, I thought you were already, but you have a very beautiful
pussy, it looks like a dark, ripe fruit, ready to be eaten." I said, as I
'clicked' more.
   "What now, Murphy, the photographer?" She smiled a challenge.
   "Well, I'd ask my fucking sexy hot model, to put her hands behind her
and lean back as she spread her legs wide; her tits and her tight little
cunt exposed to the camera, and the horny photographer."
   "Like this?" She asked, as she fell right into the pose.  She spread her
legs wide, and pushed her tits out hard, and I 'clicked' away, wishing I
had a camera for real.
   "You are the best model ever, Marley, and you have a fine sexy, hot body
too."
   "Thanks; I sure wish I had all those pictures you took, so I could look
at them." She was sitting back up now, her tits still exposed, and her
pussy still just barely out of the cold water.
   "I do too.  I need to buy a digital camera, 'cause we couldn't take the
film to Wal-Mart, and get it developed.  I'd go to jail." I laughed.
   "Josie's got one."
   "Really, maybe she'll take your pictures, and show you then."
   "I like the photographer I have now."
   "Well, I have some pretend pictures I can show you, when I develop
them."
   "When can I see them?"
   "Maybe after dark?"
   "YES, can I come to your camper?"
   "Marley, we may have been having too much fun, I'm not sure that would
be a good idea.  Now don't get me wrong, I love looking at you, but you are
too young for me."
   "Murphy, I really want this for my birthday, and now that I know you, I
want it to be you!  The rest of them want you to do it with them also,
Murphy." Marley said, with a smile, as she looked down at my crotch.
   "Marley I could go to jail."
   "Not with us, you won't.  We want you to fuck us, and we want you badly,
Murphy."
   "But if you ever told, I would be arrested for statutory rape."
   "What's that?  You wouldn't have to rape us, we'd rape you." She
giggled.
   "That's when a grown man makes love to an under age girl, whether it's
consensual or not."
   "I'll do you right here if you'll let me," she said, as she pointed at
my dick.
   "Have you been looking at me all this time?" I asked, as shocked as I
could sound, with a smile on my face.
   "Yes I love it, may I touch it?  It's growing, and I love to watch it."
   "Marley, we need to go, someone could see us."
   "Please, let me touch it." She looked at me, with sad eyes, and I
smiled.
   "Slide over here, close, and reach down to hold it, then we're gonna get
out of here, before I get arrested." I told her.
   "Wow, look at it get hard now, I wish I could see you naked, and be
naked with you." She said, as her breathing became heavy, and strained.
   "Marley, you're gonna get me shot, or put in prison."
   "I want to kiss it, Murphy, may I come to your camper tonight?"
   
  
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