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After dinner, I let the fire die out and unrolled my sleeping bag and stripped down to my boxers. I helped Sara set up her blankets, since she didn't have a sleeping bag, and I let her use the foam pad I normally put under my bag. She changed into her night shirt and pulled her pants off, then wiggled under her mound of blankets and enjoyed the novelty of reading by a flashlight for the first time. I pulled out my battered copy of Ringworld and started reading it.
After a while, Sara fell asleep and I turned her flashlight off and set her book aside, then turned my flashlight off and just lay there in the dark listening to the crickets chirp. Today had been absolutely amazing, beyond my wildest expectations, and there was still the next two days to look forward to, but... Funny how when you're alone (more or less) in the dark, you start feeling guilty. I'd allowed- no, encouraged- an 11 year old girl to jerk me off. I might have gotten off the hook for letting her touch my penis before, maybe even for touching her labia, but letting her give me a handjob until I ejaculated? There was no way in hell any jury was going to let me slide on that one. If she told anyone, I was going to prison, no ifs, ands, or buts. Then when I got out, I'd end up homeless because they don't let registered sex offenders live within a certain distance of a school (have you ever seen a map that shows every school in your town? It's nearly impossible to comply with that law, unless you become homeless and live in an underpass or the remote wilderness.), and I'd grow a beard and be the creeper all the moms at the park warned their kids not to talk to.
I don't know how late I stayed up worrying, but somehow I eventually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
The next morning it was chilly, and I got the fire started again and toasted some pop-tarts over the fire. About the time they were ready, Sara crawled out of the tent, still in her night shirt and panties, and sat on the log we used for a bench, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and then making a vain attempt at fixing her messy hair, which stuck out in all directions. She looked cute and funny at the same time, knees drawn up to her chest and nibbling on pop-tarts by the fire.
After breakfast, Sara got dressed and joined me when I announced I was going on a grand adventure into the wilderness. We marched off, I designated myself Dr. Livingstone and her Stanley, and we began exploring.
She found a few flowers she liked, but was disappointed when I forbid her from picking them; one had poisonous sap, and another was sort of rare and we were trying to encourage it to grow on our land. I helped her make a daisy chain from some sort of little pink flowers that grew all over the place though, and she wore it was a necklace.
We then went deeper into the woods, following an animal trail, and I showed her where part of the hill had collapsed in a landslide decades ago, making a rock cliff that was embedded with fossils. She thought the fossilized seashells were cool, and I carefully climbed up the wall, nearly fell twice when it crumbled under me, and pried one out of the crumbly rock and tossed it down to her. She thought it was really neat, and I was cool for being brave enough to climb up there and get it for her.
We were taking another route back toward camp, Sara chattering away about some cartoon I'd never heard of, when I slipped on some loose rocks and skidded off the trail and down the hill, tumbling as I went. Sara yelped, then idiotically dove down the hill after me. We both ended up fifteen or twenty feet down the hill from the trail, landing in a muddy hog wallow. Fortunately, there were no hogs present; wild pigs are dangerous and aggressive, and I didn't have anything more than a pocket knife to fend one off with if it attacked.
Unfortunately, we were both scraped and bruised, and covered in black mud. We both laughed at each other, I helped Sara to her feet, then she panicked and I helped her search for her fossil until she found it had been in her pocket the entire time.
"Man, we're filthy! We'd better go wash this off and get some clean clothes."
So we trotted down the trail toward pond, and as soon as I arrived on the dock I sat down and began undressing. Sara stood there for a long moment, hesitating, and I think she was nervous about a repeat of yesterday. I was nearly naked before reluctantly began undressing.
I waited for her to undress, then pointed out a small lizard on the edge of the dock. She surprised me by lunging at it, trying to catch it, but it was far too fast for her and she ended up grabbing at the ground where it had been. She laughed and wiped her hand on her face, leaving a streak of red clay.
Hmmm.
I squatted down and examined the red soil by the dock, then got a glob of the stuff on the end of my finger. Then I startled her by reaching and quickly drawing two red stripes under each of her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Watch."
Then I painted a stripe under each of my eyes, held up my hand, and solemnly intoned "how, kemosabe!"
She giggled and immediately suggested we pretend we were indians, which I thought sounded fun, so I told her to leave her flower necklace on and retrieve her feather and the pond could wait.
Sara frowned for a moment at that.
"Shouldn't we get dressed then?"
"Nah. Most indians were naked, or mostly naked. Haven't you seen them in movies or in pictures, where the only clothes they had were loinclothes and moccasins?"
This was logical to her, so she ran back to the tent, ouching and owing as she stepped on various hard and poky objects, retrieved the turkey feather she'd found the day before, and ran back to join me.
"Better put shoes on; they'll be our moccasins."
So we both put our shoes on, she stuck the feather into her hair, and decided we needed more war paint. I took a glob of black mud from the toe of my shoe and painted a line down my chin and a dot on each cheek, and she drew red wavy lines down each of my arms and a black stripe down each leg. I had her turn around while I used red clay to draw little butterfly wings on her back, then got a little gutsy and drew stripes down her spine and onto her butt cheeks, making her giggle.
"Turn around."
Then I drew a circle around her belly button and added wavy lines radiating out from it, like a sun, and a little red circle around nipple while drew alternating red and black stripes across my chest, a black line across my forehead, and a red line down the length of my nose.
Filthy, naked, and daubed in colored "paint", and her with a feather in her hair and a necklace of flowers, we really did look like savages. Pale white savages, but savages nonetheless.
We then set off to find proper sticks to make into spears, and spent the next couple hours running through the woods naked, going "woo woo woo!" and chasing imaginary buffalo through the woods. I'd never run while naked before, and having my dangly bits flop around so much was disconcerting at first, but I quickly got used to it; having fun distracts you from such things.
Finally, we were both too hot and tired, the day having warmed up as the sun rose higher in the sky, and we stuck our spears into the dirt and returned to the pond to wash the sweat and dirt off of our naked bodies.
Stepping onto the dock, I stopped to stretch and as soon as Sara got within range I yelled "raaaaarrrr!" and scooped her up into my arms and started tickling her while she giggled. Then, as suddenly as I'd started, I froze.
"Oh no!"
"What?"
"I sank your battleship."
"Wha-"
I threw her into the pond before she could ask what I was talking about and she popped back to the surface shrieking and laughing. I dove in after her and we washed all the dirt off of ourselves before swimming around for a short while. We didn't stay in long before climbing back onto the dock and lying down to dry. There was no breeze today, so it was consistently warm while we dried.
After a while, we were both pretty much dry, except for our still-damp hair, and Sara rolled onto her belly and turned to face me. I stayed on my back, resting my head on my arms, and admired the gentle curve of her butt as she raised her feet and slowly kicked them back and forth in the air.
"So does it only get hard when it feels good? Your penis, I mean?"
"That's not the only time, no, but it always gets hard when it feels good."
"How come?"
I thought about my answer for a second, then replied, "It feels better when it's hard."
"So how come it isn't always hard then?"
"Well, if it was always hard, it'd be pretty difficult to put pants on, wouldn't it?"
She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in one hand. Her feet continued to kick above her.
"Can I touch it again?"
Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.
"Sure," I said.
There was no hesitation this time. She reached out with her free hand and felt it up and down, then her touch migrated down to curiously fondle my balls again.
"So these make that gross stuff?"
"Semen? Yes."
"And then when it feels really good, they squirt that stuff out your penis?"
Close enough. "Yup."
She scrunched her face in a comical expression of distaste.
"What's it for?"
This again. I guess there was no avoiding the birds-and-bees talk, when it came to letting little girls fondle your junk.
"It makes babies."
"It does?" she said, startled.
"Uh-huh."
"How does it do that?"
"It's... complicated."
Brushing her hair back from her face, she looked at me and asked if she could see it again.
"My semen?"
"Yeah."
A little voice in my head was screaming at me that this was wrong, but it was quickly and brutally murdered by my ecstatic sex drive taking advantage of the opportunity.
"Well, it can't come out unless I have an orgasm."
"That's when it feels really good, right?"
"Right. And you have to get it hard first."
"Can you make it hard then?"
"Not on my own," I said, a little white lie. "You'll have to do it for me."
She bit her lip, gazing at my limp penis, then seemed to make up her mind.
"Ok."
Hell yes. I directed her to sit up, her hip touching mine, and showed her what to do again. She gently took my penis into her soft touch and began jerking. Which, given that I was completely flaccid, didn't do a whole lot; I flopped out of her grip several times.
"It's not working."
She just hadn't fondled me long enough, but I immediately took advantage of the opportunity it presented.
"Sometimes you have to do something special to get it started."
"Like what?"
"Kiss it."
"What?!"
"Yeah, you just kiss it."
"Gross!"
"How is it gross?"
"It's your penis!"
"So? Girls do it all the time."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Well... if they like the boy, anyway."
She brushed her hair from her face again, then looked at me with something akin to suspicion.
"Like him how? Like, like?"
"Boyfriend, girlfriend."
"Oh."
She pondered this for a moment.
"I don't wanna. It's gross."
I was disappointed, but shrugged casually.
"Whatever. You don't have to do anything."
She continued trying to jerk my limp dick, and I suggested she fondle my balls a little; it took some guidance, but she eventually figured out how I wanted her to gently roll them back and forth in her hand. It didn't take long before my soldier was finally standing at attention.
I gave her some more guidance and she got back into the rhythm she'd developed yesterday, smoothly jerking my penis. I leaned back again and propped my head up under my arms, relaxed and enjoying the sensation. She looked at me, I smiled at her, she smiled back, then blushed and turned her gaze back to my penis, giggling.
"That's good, sweetie. You're doing great."
"It feels really good, right?"
"Very good. Keep going; I'll let you know when I'm about to orgasm."
It didn't take five whole minutes. Her arm was getting tired, but I kept her going by telling her she was "almost there". She wrapped both hands around my erect penis and began pumping faster, a look of intense concentration on her face.
There- that familiar pressure in my-
"Ok... here it comes..."
I grunted in sheer bliss, wonderful tingling shooting up and down my spine, as white semen spurted out in bursts. Sara was sitting right up against me on my side, and as she was jerking me off she had my penis pointed upward and toward her, so most of it landed on her lap and arms; some of the last of it dribbled onto her left hand, which was above her right and still wrapped firmly around my shaft.
"Eeeeeeew! It's all over me!"
It really was. She let go of my dick and held her arms up, looking at the thick, white substance slowly running down them, then down at her lap. I sat up to get a closer look; wow. It was splattered all over both thighs, and on her belly just above her crotch; as I watched, a glob of jizz made a thin trail as it slid down her mons pubis and dripped onto the wooden deck. Damn. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. Not that, you know, I had all that much experience with sex, unless you count being intimately familiar with my hand, but damn.
"It's all warm! Ew, ew, ew!"
"Of course it's warm, silly. It was inside of me until just a few seconds ago!"
She touched some of the semen on her thigh with a finger and watched in both curious fascination and disbelieving disgust as it left a string from her thigh to her fingertip; then she smeared it around her fingertip with her thumb.
"It's all sticky, like snot! That is so gross!"
"It's not snot, and it's not gross. Girls like it."
She flashed a skeptical look and responded with, "nuh-uh!"
"They do. Girls like it."
She scooped up as much from her thighs as she could, holding it in her hand, then cautiously sniffed it.
"It smells weird! This stuff makes babies?"
"Yup."
"And girls are really supposed to like this?"
"Uh-huh."
Then I grabbed her hand and slapped it against her chest, covering her chest in my semen with a loud splattering sound.
"Hey!"
I laughed and she tried to slap me on the shoulder, but I rolled out of her reach and onto my feet. She stood up and looked down at herself, arms held away from her body.
"I'm all sticky! This stuff is so weird!"
Man. I may have spent the night tossing and turning in guilt and fear of the consequences, but right now... right now I couldn't give two shits. I was looking at a young girl with my semen all over her naked body, and it was glorious.
"Well, you know what?"
"What?"
"We'll just have to wash you off!"
She realized my intent and yelled "Nooo!" just as I lunged at her, lifted her in the air by her armpits, and tossed her, laughing, into the pond. I dove in after her and after she finished washing herself off, I lifted her up again and put her on my shoulders, making truck noises as we 'drove' around the pond. She giggled and shouted orders, sending me this way and that, and I marveled at the feeling of her bare crotch on my neck and shoulders.
Then she let out an indignant squawk when I dropped us both underwater.
We played around in the pond for a while longer, then got out and lay on the deck to dry again.
Finally dried, we put our shoes back on, gathered our muddy clothing, and headed back for camp. I tossed the muddy clothes into the trunk of my car, got out clean clothes and dressed myself, then handed her some clothes.
"We'll have to be careful not to get all muddy again; this is our last change of clothes until we get home."
She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "ok" and headed back for the tent with her clothes in her arms. My interest piqued, I shut the trunk to my car and followed along behind her. When she got to the tent, she tossed her clothes on top of her blanket, then walked over and sat on the log by the cold fire ring.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?"
She shrugged and replied, "Nah. You said not to get dirty, so I don't want to get my clothes all dirty. And besides..."
She blushed, then looked around as if to see if anyone else were listening.
"I kinda like being naked outside. It feels nice. Y'know?"
She brushed her hair back out of her face again and looked at me as if expecting me to approve. Or maybe tell her to get dressed, because you weren't supposed to be running around in public naked. Which was pretty much exactly what we'd done all day.
"That's cool. There's no one around, so you do what you want."
She smiled at my approval.
"I like you. You're cool and you don't make me do stuff, like other grown ups."
I smiled back. That felt good. 'I like you'. That felt really good.
I sat down opposite her and lifted the grocery bag I'd retrieved from the tent.
"Wanna make s'mores?"
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