Kris was a medical student. He decided to go camping at a small campsite in a state park for the long Memorial Day weekend, where he could go for long quiet walks and just spend time by himself.

It was on one of these long walks that Kris came across a young girl, sitting on a log in the path. She was a pretty little thing, with long blonde hair, a slender build, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts.

"Hi", said Kris casually, as he walked past her.

She glanced up at him and smiled.

Kris noticed she was pulling off what seemed to be ticks. He stopped and commented to her.

"You shouldn't do that hey, you're going to leave the head behind and then you are going to get tick bite fever", said Kris.

"Well what else can I do?" she said with a scorn on her face, "I got these damn things all over me."

Kris laughed, and said, "Well you shouldn't walk in the bush with short pants to start off with." Then he asked, "Would you like some help?"

"Yeah, please", she said, "but what you going to do?"

"Wait, I'll show you", said Kris.

Kris took a joint out of his pocket, took a deep puff, and then moved it closer to the girl's leg where one of the small red ticks was sucking.

She pulled away quickly.

"Hey, you're going to burn me!" she snapped.

"Just relax," said Kris, "it won't burn you. By the way, my name is Kris." He moved the joint closer to her leg again.

"My name is Amy," she replied, flinching at the thought of getting burned.

"How old are you?" asked Kris casually.

"Twelve," said Amy, as Kris scorched the first tick.

"What does the marijuana do?" she asked curiously.

"Well, it isn't actually the dope," answered Kris. "You see, when the tick gets burned, it pulls its head out of your skin, that's why it does not sting when I pull it off."

"Oh, cool," said Amy, smiling.

"Yeah, cool," said Kris laughing as he continued smoking some reefer and removing the ticks from her. He finished her legs and arms and then, sitting back, he smiled and offered her a hit.

"No thanks," she said. "But you can smoke if you want."

"Well, I think we got them, or at least I hope so," said Kris. "'Cause if I missed just one you could get really sick."

"Sick!" exclaimed Amy.

"Yeah" said Kris. "Just one can make you really, really sick! Symptoms can include weakness, nausea, fever, vomiting, palpitations, rash, joint pain, swelling, numbness, and confusion."

"What are palpitations?"

"Palpitations are unpleasant sensations of irregular and forceful beating of the heart," Kris replied.

"That doesn't sound good," the girl said. She looked worried and lifted her blouse slightly, exposing her midriff. "We have a problem", she said, blushing. "They're everywhere, under my clothes too."

"Oh god" said Kris. "Well, they need to come off. So either you can try to cover up best you can and let me take off the rest or run back to the campsite and ask one of your parents to help you."

"My parents have gone out for the day and will only be back much later on," said Amy.

"Okay, so what you want to do?" asked Kris.

"Well I guess they have to come off," said Amy, looking very distraught.

She turned her back on Kris and lifted her top, exposing her back. Kris went to work on her. He then started on her front and could only work to just below her small breasts. When he was finished her asked her, "Anywhere else?"

Amy blushed and replied. "Well yeah, like I said they're everywhere. In here," she said, pointing down her top. "In my pants too. I can feel them."

"I don't know how else to help you," said Kris. "The only way to get them off is for you to get undressed. Come. Let's go back to the camp site and find a woman who can help. I'll show her what to do."

She looked at him dubiously. "You can use a lighted match, too."

Together they walked back the short distance to the camp. Upon arrival, the only woman they could find was an elderly woman who looked more drunk than anything. Amy laughed nervously when Kris suggested her.

"What?" said Kris, confused.

"She's so drunk she'll burn holes in me", said Amy and together they had a good laugh.

"Well what now?" asked Kris, "I can't find anyone to help you and those ticks must come off soon."

"Okay," said Amy, "I guess I have no choice then."

"Okay," said Kris. "Let's go into my tent and I'll remove the rest of them."

Once inside the tent, Amy knelt on the floor and removed her top, exposing her small developing breasts to Kris. They were firm with large, dark nipples, with more of a pointy shape than round. Kris did not hesitate and quickly removed the ticks.

"Okay, you can put your top back on", he said after he checked the inside and removed the ones still clinging to the fabric. Amy quickly put it back on, then stood and hesitated, looking down at Kris.

"What?" asked Kris as he looked up at her.

"I'm shy," she said.

"Shy about what?" asked Kris.

"I'm shy about taking my pants off," she said, her face turning a bright red.

"Yeah, well think of me as a doctor", said Kris. "Actually, I'm a student in medical school, and I'm going to be a doctor in a few years."

"But you're going to see my thingy," protested Amy.

"Yeah," said Kris, "but it's not like it's a sexual thing. I have to see it to get all the ticks off."

"Okay," Amy said hesitantly as she turned her back on Kris. She dropped her pants and panties to the floor then went down on her knees, pointing her tight, firm little ass at him. Kris started removing the rest of the ticks.

"Pull your butt apart, I need to check inside," Kris said, matter-of-factly. Amy complied, parting her butt cheeks and exposing her small brown asshole to him. Kris went to work, finishing as quickly as he could.

"Okay, finished," he said. "Now turn around."

Amy turned around and knelt in front of Kris as he sat cross-legged on the ground. Kris looked at her young pussy and for the first time since he started working on removing her ticks, he was aroused and felt his cock start to harden. She's only twelve, thought Kris, still a baby. But he could not stop his erection from growing at a steady pace. He touched her pussy and she flinched.

"Sorry," he said looking up at her red face. She was a thin girl and her pelvis made a large love mound, which looked even bigger by the fact that she was kneeling, with her back slightly arched back. It looked so perfect to Kris. Smooth, with puffy pussy lips and just a tiny bit of hair right at the top of the slit.

There was silence as Kris worked and then Amy spoke.

"No one has ever touched me there before," she said.

"Oh," said Kris, trying to control the sexual urges that were now well and truly developing, as he touched this young pussy.

"Sit on your butt and open your legs Amy," the young man said. "I need to check underneath."

Amy complied and Kris knelt between her eagle spread legs, hoping that his erection was not evident to Amy. He looked down at her pussy, with its lips now partially spread.

"Pull them apart," said Kris and Amy did so, exposing her clitoris and love hole to Kris. Kris could feel his cock twitching uncontrollably in his pants, his face only centimeters away from this perfect young pussy. He could see the glistening of moisture around her vagina. The gentle touch of his hands had obviously aroused her, thought Kris. In a moment of weakness he brushed his finger across her clit.

Amy flinched and Kris apologized again.

"Almost finished," he said, lying. He had actually finished several minutes early. Once again, Kris touched the girl's clitoris, applying a bit more pressure. Amy flinched again.

He held his finger there for what seemed like an eternity and Amy's body instinctively responded, pressing forward against his finger.

Oh fuck no, thought Kris, she's a baby you're fucking pedophile. He removed his hand immediately.

"Okay I'm finished," he said sitting back flustered.

"What's that?" asked Amy.

"What's what?" asked Kris.

"That thing moving in your pants," said Amy, pointing at his crotch.

"That's my thingy," said Kris, using the same childish word Amy had used.

"But it's pointy and moving," said Amy surprised. "I thought you said it wasn't about sex, but when guys get hard like that, it's about sex."

"Yeah okay, guys things get hard like that sometimes," said Kris, wishing his erection would subside.

Suddenly Amy realized she was still sitting naked with her legs spread open; she quickly brought them together.

"My thingy felt funny inside when you were touching it; it felt weird," Amy confessed.

"Oh," said Kris, thinking to himself ... you're not helping.

"How long will it stay hard?" asked Amy curiously.

"Well, until you get dressed," said Kris with a smile.

"Oh," said Amy. "Umm... you saw my thingy, so can I see yours?"

"I don't think we should do that," Kris said.

"But why?" Amy inquired. "It's only fair. I showed you mine, now you must show me yours."

"But I'm an adult and you're a child", said Kris, trying to reason with her.

"So what?" said Amy. "Anyway, you're just a teenager, not an adult."

"No, I'm twenty-three; I told you I'm a med student. If your parents or someone found out that I showed you my thingy, my penis, then we could both get into a lot of trouble," Kris said.

"Why both?" Amy asked. "I'm just a kid, even if you're not."

"Okay, I could get into a lot of trouble," Kris replied. "Is that what you want? After I helped you out? Get dressed."

"No, but you saw mine and even touched it," said Amy, indignantly. "So it's just unfair."

"Life's unfair," Kris declared. "Get dressed."

Amy laughed. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "Not until you show me your thingy!"

"You know I can't do that," Kris said. "Come on, let's go."

"No!" laughed Amy. "If you don't show me your thingy, I'll scream, and then that drunk old lady will come over and find me naked in your tent. Then you WILL be in trouble."

"You can't do that!"

She laughed a third time. "Of course I can-unless you let me see your thingy," she stated. "I promise I won't say anything to anyone."

"What the fuck... okay," said Kris, as he stood up and pulled down his pants and underpants, allowing his hard, circumcised cock to point freely to the heavens.

As he sat back down, Amy's eyes were fixed on his manhood and without warning she reached forward and touched his cock gently. As she did it twitched and she gave a little giggle.

"What?" asked Kris.

"Nothing," said Amy, as she scooted closer and stroked her hand over it again and again, giggling in glee as it twitched.

"It's nice when you touch it," said Kris. "Put your hand around it."

Amy fumbled with his cock ... Kris took her hand and guided her, placing her hand firmly around his shaft.

"It feels funny," said Amy.

"Now to make it feel really good, move your hand up and down," said Kris, as he guided his hand along his shaft.

"Mmmmmm that feels nice," said Kris, as this pre-teen was giving him a hand job.

"You're peeing," said Amy indignantly, pointing at the pre cum leaking from Kris's cock.

"No it's not pee," laughed Kris. "It's called cum, it's sticky."

Amy gingerly took the drop and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yeah," she said, "I see." She smiled and carried on massaging his cock.

Kris reached forward and stroked her love mound gently. With one finger, he gently separated her pussy lips and found her swollen clit. As his finger touched it she flinched, and he applied a bit more pressure, rubbing it in circular motions. He slid his finger down her slit and found her wet vagina, moistening his finger, before moving back up to her love button. As he started rubbing her clitoris, with his now moist finger, her hand started to slow down and her eyes closed. He could hear her breathing change.

"Is it nice?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she sighed. "It feels funny inside."

Kris slid his finger up and down her slit, parting her pussy lips as he did. Then he gently circled her vagina, pressing the tip of his finger against the opening. The tip slid in until the first knuckle and Amy gave a gasp, closing her legs on his hand. He just held his hand there, unable to move. It was warm, wet, and tight.

She opened her legs slightly and he moved his hand out and pushed it slowly back in. She reached down and cupped his hand against her pussy, giving a loud gasp. Her hips pressed upward and her hands held his hand firmly in place. A part of her wanted him out and another wanted him in. He pressed harder and his finger sunk in until the second knuckle and she gave a loud moan and grunt. She released her grip and he slowly started sliding his finger in and out of her small vagina.

Amy started making little yelping sounds and she was panting like a hot puppy. She held her breath and Kris speeded up his strokes. Then without warning she shook violently and gave a long, low, but loud scream, as she reached her climax. Love juice squirted out of her pussy as Kris carried on hand fucking her.

He had never in his life seen anyone climax as loudly or as violently. He had never seen a woman squirt love juices the way Amy was.

She was still climaxing when she reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled hard, forcing his whole finger right down, deep inside her, and her second climax started even before the first one had finished. For at least five minutes Kris was powerless, as Amy held his wrist firmly as she bucked her hips, fucking his finger. He could only watch in amazement.

When she relaxed and let go, he slowly removed his finger, she just lay there, with a wet patch on the floor between her legs, exhausted and breathless.

"Wow," said Amy, when she got her breath back. "That was so nice. I never felt anything like that before."

"Oh?" said Kris. "Haven't you ever touched yourself like that before?"

"No never," said Amy, "but I'm sure going to." Smiling broadly she added, "It was like... so freaky."

"Yeah," said Kris. "Well, do you want to carry on playing with mine?"

"Why?" asked Amy.

"So I can feel the same", said Kris, almost begging her to finish what she started.

"No thanks," she said. "I think I'd better get dressed, because it's starting to get dark and my parents will be back soon. See ya."