"Mr. Phil, what are you doing?" asked the curly-headed eight-year-old.
I was taking a leak. Along with fellow Scout leader Joan Bloomberg and our 16-year-old assistant Carolina Cruz, we had taken nine boys and six girls for a two-night, three-day camping trip in a forest preserve outside Chicago. Ours was neither a Boy Scout nor a Girl Scout Troop, but simply a Scout troop; the kids, who ranged in age from seven to ten, shared three tents.
Joan and Carolina also shared a tent, while I was alone in my three-person igloo-style tent. We'd arrived at the camp site just after six, set up, had dinner, and had a number of activities (including a sing-a-long around a bonfire), and gone to bed at 10:30. At about midnight I woke up with an urge to piss; rather than walk the two hundred yards or so to the rest room, I decided to use a tree.
"Umm... well, I probably shouldn't be doing it here, but the restroom is kind of far, and I had to go to the bathroom... "I stammered.
"Cool!" she exclaimed. "Me too!"
With that, the little girl pulled her shorts and panties down. As she had shone her flashlight at my dick, I returned the favor and flashed at her hairless pussy so I could watch the yellow stream flow. "It's okay; you can watch if you like!" she laughed. "I watched you."
"It always feels good to pee, doesn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "I guess I should have gone to the restroom, but it doesn't really matter, and in the morning I don't think anyone will even notice that we watered this tree."
"Yeah, it was kind of dry, anyway," she said.
"Say, Geraldine, are you real tired?" I asked. "If you're tired and want to go back to bed, it's okay, but I wanted to show you something in my tent. Would you like to see it?"
"Okay," she replied innocently.
When we got into the tent, I tussled her curly head and said, "You're a real cutie; did you know that?"
I could see her blush, and I gave her a light kiss on the forehead. I said, "Light blue is my favorite color. Do you think I can see your panties again?"
She giggled and asked if she could see my shorts again.
"You're a naughty little girl," I said. "I'll let you look, but you've got to undo my pants for me."
"And you're a naughty, big man!" she responded as she pulled her pants down for a second time. I put up my hands when she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, but I had to help her when she tried to unbutton them.
The girl was short enough to stand inside my igloo-style tent, but I had to bend over. "I'm going to sit down so I can take my shoes off," I said. "Let me take yours off, too."
I flashed my light on her panties. "I'm going to help you with your shoes, and then I'd like to take off your panties so I can see your pretty vagina again. Okay?"
"I guess so," she said. "You're a funny man! Why do you want to see me again?"
"You have such a pretty vagina, I want to kiss it," I said. "I'll bet I can make you feel real good. Lie back and spread your legs."
I knelt in front of her and kissed her directly on her little clit. I felt her jump as my tongue pushed forward and licked her button which seemed to grow harder each time it was touched. Putting my arms around her I grasped one cheek of her ass in each hand and pulled her onto my face as I buried it against her pussy. The smells and sweet taste were wonderful and I kissed and licked her until she began to squirm, unable to resist the feelings that came with my ministrations.
The little girl became more frantic I concentrated on her hard little clit, sucking it into my mouth and nipping it between my teeth as she jerked about until finally she shoved her pussy hard against me as her orgasm hit.
"Oh, Mr. Phil... wow, that was... wow!" she cried.
"I'm glad you liked it, Sweetie," I said. "Do you think you could do the same thing for me?"
"I... I guess so," she said. "How?"
I took off my briefs and lay down. My cock was pointing at the ceiling, and I flashed the flashlight so she could see it. "Just lean over and suck on it, as if it were a sucker or a lollipop," I suggested. "Grab it with your hands, and move it in and out of your mouth."
"You aren't going to pee in my mouth, are you?" she asked.
"Of course not," I said. "You saw me pee just a few minutes ago; I don't have to pee again. This is more like what I just did for you."
She sucked on my cock, bobbing her head up and down. She wasn't the most skilled partner I'd ever had, but she did a good enough job that I soon felt a surge developing. "Oh Geraldine, that feels good, keep doing that, it feels great, ohhhhh!" I cried, shooting one string of semen after another into her mouth.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, her cheeks puffed and cum dripping from her lips.
I grabbed my coffee mug and told her to spit into it; I would have to wash it thoroughly before using it later. "Is that the seed you make babies with?" she asked. "It doesn't taste very good."
"Yes, it is, and some girls like the taste, but others don't," I admitted. "Other than the taste, how did you like it?"
"It was cool, but I won't have a baby, will I?"
"No, of course not. If you wanted to have a baby, I'd have to put my penis in here," I said, touching her vagina gently, "not in your mouth. Besides, you're too young."
"Oh... I always thought the seed got into the girl by eating it," she replied.
"Do you want to make a baby?" I asked, incredulous.
"No!" she replied emphatically. "I just... But can we do it again? Especially the part where you kiss me and stuff."
"Sure, why not?" I agreed.
Geraldine spread her legs invitingly, but this time I did not go right for her pussy. Instead, I leaned to my right and grabbed her right foot. Using two fingers, I pressed firmly ten times to massage the erotic pressure point located on the ball of the foot, and then I and on Geraldine's big toe. Her eyes opened wide and she squealed in shock and excitement. I gave each toe the same delicate attention, and before she knew it I was sucking on both her big toes at the same time.
"Don't stop," she moaned.
The little girl did not know what she was talking about. I ignored her plea and licked my way up her left leg and licked behind her kneecap: "Oh, Mr. Phil!" she screamed loudly.
"Try not to scream," I warned her. "We don't want to wake anyone else up."
I switched to her right leg and right knee; this elicited a much more acceptable 50-60 decibel moan than the 110 decibel scream she had emitted before. I continued my trip up her right thigh and then her left; then I said, "Let's see if you can guess what I'm spelling," as I licked her clitoris.
The moon had come up; there was a lot of light in the tent and I when I looked up I could see the smile on Geraldine's face. "G-E-R-A... you're spelling Geraldine!" she cried excitedly.
I smiled and continued... L-A-D -I-N, but I got no further than the vertical stroke of -E when she began to buck up and down. "Oh, yes, yes, yessssssss, Mr. Phil," she yelped.
I tried to continue the cunnilingus, but she was moving so wildly that it was impossible to keep up. When she calmed down a few minutes later she grabbed my neck with both arms, pulled herself into a sitting position, and declared, "You're the best!"
I was flattered, of course, even if the girl had no one to compare me to.
"Do you think you could suck my penis again?" I asked.
"Well, okay," she replied, "but I don't want to have to drink that sticky stuff again."
"No problem," I replied. "You just suck it like you did before, and when I'm about to cum, I'll tell you so that you can stop. Don't worry... lots of girls do it that way.
"The other thing is that you should take your time," I said. "I like kissing your pussy, but I didn't just jump into it. You should do the same. Kiss my chest, then my stomach before you go for my penis."
Geraldine giggled, but she proved a fast, efficient learner. She kissed me like I said, and then when at last she took my shaft into her mouth, she used her hand to create an up-and-down motion in harmony with how she was sucking; this gave the sensation that she was actually taking my entire cock into her mouth. At other times she teased my balls, not squeezing, but gently rubbing them against my shaft.
Geraldine seemed to be worshipping my penis-she was looking directly into my eyes as she gave me the blowjob. Without any coaching on my part, the young girl sensed that a combination of licking, flicking, and hand motions would send me over the top, and it did. "Geraldine, that is wonderful; I don't want you to stop, but I'm going to cum, so you should probably take my dick out of your mouth. Aahhhhh!"
Lucky for her, Geraldine withdrew just in time, and despite the fact that I had ejaculated just a half hour earlier, my semen shot up and covered her face. She looked as sexy as could be, and I told her so.
"Do you really think so?" she asked excitedly. "You think I'm sexy?"
"Geraldine, there's nothing sexier than a girl whose face is full of cum, believe me," I told her.
"I've got to see!" she cried. "Do you have a mirror?"
Whenever I went camping with the older kids, I carried a mirror for signaling, in addition to my compass and GPS, but I hadn't brought one this weekend. I'm a firm believer in the "Be Prepared" slogan, but I had not brought along a condom or KY jelly either.
"I'll tell you what we'll do," I offered. "There are mirrors in the restrooms; we'll go there so you can see yourself."
"But won't someone see us?" she asked.
"No, don't worry about that," I replied confidently. "It's after one in the morning; no one is going to be using the restrooms at this hour. Hurry up and get dressed; we don't want that cum to dry before you can see it dripping on your face."
We got dressed and trotted over to the restrooms. Luckily our uniforms have button rather than pullover shirts, so Geraldine did not accidentally wipe any of the semen off her face. I hesitated for a second or so when we got to the bathrooms: Men or Women? But I decided to take Geraldine into the Men's Room with me.
The girl agreed that she looked cute with a cum-drenched face, and she was equally fascinated by the urinals. She had me demonstrate how to use one, and she kindly held my dick to control the direction of the flow. "Two shakes now; any more and you're jerking off."
"What's that mean?"
I ignored her question and said, "Geraldine, I love the way you look, but we really should clean you up before you go back to your tent. Let's take a shower."
"You mean you and me? Together?"
"Yeah, let's take a shower together," I said. "It'll be fun!"
The camp shower was the communal kind, much like any shower room you might find at a public swimming pool, except that instead of a special changing room and lockers to put our clothes into, there was a long bench that opened right onto the shower room. We got undressed, and for the first time I was able to see Geraldine's precious, naked body - and that under the light of the overhead lamps instead of by flashlight. Her flat, boyish chest and bald pussy were the cutest things I'd ever seen.
I was tempted to take her right there, but I prudently decided not to try to penetrate her virgin queynte at this time. Instead, I simply picked her up and had her grab my throbbing member with her legs; by moving back and forth she effectively jerked me off, and I came for the third time that evening.
"Hey, is somebody here?" asked a gruff voice. "Hello?"
"Yeah, I'm in the shower; don't turn off the light," I said loudly. I whispered to Geraldine, "Face me; don't let him see your front."
"How's the water?" asked the voice.
"It's nice and warm," I replied without thinking. No sooner had those words come out of my mouth than I realized I should have told him it was ice cold and he should return in the morning.
"You don't know what it's like," the middle-aged man with a pot belly laughed. "I've been coming to this camp since I was no older than your friend Curly. In the old days, there was only cold water. Them was the days!"
The man got undressed; Geraldine and I finished washing, but now it was impossible to give her a hand. "Yeah, well I like it better with warm water," I commented half-heartedly.
"I don't know; cold water will put hair on your chest, Curly," the man declared. "By the way, kid - get a haircut. You look like a girl!"
Geraldine and I finished our showers as quickly as possible; since I had not brought a towel, we could not dry off, but instead put our clothes on over our sodden bodies. We went back to where our Troop was camped, and Geraldine said in a deep voice, "By the way, kid - get a haircut. You look like a girl!"
We had a good laugh before kissing lightly on the lips, saying good-night, and going back to our separate tents.
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