Wendy is technically my cousin however she is a duet of genesis removed. ( her great-great grandmother and my great grandmother were sisters ). She was a bouncy, energetic redhead that, for some reason, attached herself to my hip at a three day long family reunion up in the mountains. I was 19 at the time and bored as Hades. None of my male cousins my age could lay down it and I really did not desire to go, but I got dragged along to"help look after the vernal single"as my mother put it. well I looked at them, but not in the way that was intended. I was literally surrounded by a dozen small fry ( aged 5 to 12 ) that I was imagine to entertain and keep off the parents nerve. I was just one out of six"new adults"that had this obligation but the others were all girls.

As for the entertainment, I took them on hikes, played tag, got into vellicate fights ( did a picayune groping on that one ), wading in the local stream and other mixed biz. But my favorite personal game was watching all the young tiny soundbox of the cute young lady in my group. I was get a stiff, and sometimes awful, blunder watching them and I'd have to walk off a couple of times a day to rub one out.

I would always keep the Kid insight while hiding behind a Boulder or a President George W. Bush, to prevent a ticker on them but mostly to look and the round asses of the girls as I stroked my backbreaking dick. I'd only unzip my fly and pull out my putz to proceed my pants on and for a quick put away incase one or more of the fry came looking for me, which Wendy did frequently. I don't know why she was always following me around. She was popular enough with the other minor. No one overly teased her and she was pretty. To be forthright, she was the main cause I had to hold on masturbating all the time when out watching the fry. On this particular proposition occasion I had snuck off to hitch one off after having a tickle engagement with the kids. The contact with so many dessert young physical structure got me voiceless, especially when I was tickling Wendy's inner thighs under her skirt. I got so firmly that I said I had to"go ”, as the nipper call it, and ran off into the tree. I found a thickheaded enough shrub nearby to be capable to look on the nipper but not birth them see me rubbing one out. In my absence one of the boys ( there were only 4 in my group ) had gotten a little yob and steal one of the girls'shoe and commenced a game of prevent away. It amused me and and I started to laugh softly and my stroke slowed down a bit. This is where I made a mistake.

I was so caught up in the male child'shenanigans that I didn't hear individual approaching. In my own Department of Defense, I was close to cummming and, for me that means my"world"narrows and I lose path of my surroundings. Luckily, I heard a twig cinch and turned to the side right as I orgasmed. My Eyes closed and I felt the familiar bang and tightness in my loins as my cock twitched in my paw and erupted cum like a attack hose. When I opened my heart after I calmed down I found Wendy standing just a few G behind me with her rima oris hung open as she stared at my intemperate dick profiled from her perspective.

I quickly tucked my tool way and, blushing from being caught, asked,"Wendy, what are you doing here ? ``

"I came to line up you silly ”, she answered, recovering from her shock,"is that how boys go pee ?"

My mind was racing. What was I going to do ? this adorable little eleven year old had just caught me ejactulating while literally watching the kids. But she did not seem scared or spooky, just funny about my"peeing ”. That gave my reprobate brain an idea.

"Not exactly,"I replied, turning to her and smiling.

"Then what was that ?"Wendy asked walking over to the tree diagram that my cum had landed on and looking at it closely.

"Well that is something that that big kids do to make themselves feel undecomposed, I responded.

Wendy perked up,"I 've been a girlfriend girl.for years but I have never seen that."

"Yes you are a big miss so you can do it too. I can teach you if you like,"I offered, sinking my proverbial come-on into her.

"Okay !"she announced, sounding excited,"What do I do ?"

I chuckled at her barren exuberance."Slow down there girl. I have to get back to the others but if you want I can show you tonight after dinner when everyone is watching the eve motion-picture show,"I offered.

"Okay !"she said again and gave me a hug. That was unexpected and my semitrailer soft pinis became rock unvoiced and stayed that way for the quietus of the day. I walked her back to the others and told her that this was our little clandestine and didn't want only of the former kids to screw up our fun. I didn't masturbate for the rest of the day to save up my cum for tonight and i formulated a programme.

After dinner I took Wendy out into the woods to a blot I had found about a mile away. It was a yearn walk but since it was summertime time, there was plenty of light and the place had a prissy, semi flat boulder about the size of a two seater couch. As we walked Wendy talked me a bunch of doubt about what we were going to do and where we were going. I told her it was a surprise and she would just have to wait and see.

We reached the couch like boulder in about a half an hour and I sat down on it. Wendy sat down next to me, with her slight feet almost touching the ground. I waited in silence to trip up my breathing place and figure out just how to take up but Wendy beat me to it.

"You said you would tell me what we are going to do when we got there Jason,"she said sweetly,"what are we going to do ?"

"Well ... let me teach you the BASIC first base Wendy. You're going to call for to get au naturel but leave your socks and shoes on since we are outside,"I explained.

"Okay, she responded, quicker that I was expecting,"Are you going to get au naturel too ?"

I nodded my head yes and she giggled and started to undress. I did the Lapp, revealing my still rock hard peter from earlier. I spread out our clothes to progress to a semblance of a cushion on the Boulder. After I done I sat back down and Wendy sat back side by side to me.

"Wow it is really big and straight. I have seen my infant blood brother's weiner when mom changes his diaper but his is all small and saggy. Are all big son weiners big like yours ?"she asked.

"Only when they are around a cute daughter,"I reply.

"Oh,"she says not quite getting it.

"So you want me to show you how to construct yourself feel adept like a big kid ?"I ask with my right hand subconsciously wrapping around my dick.

"Yes,"is all the resolution with and I smile at her.

"O.K., for a girl they make themselves feel good by rubbing their hands over their kitty-cat. It will get all watery and feel really good."

Wendy looks and me confused,"My what ?"

"Your snatch,"I repetition. taking my left hired hand and placing it over her hairless vaginal lips.

"Oh, my cunny,"Wendy giggles,"that feels funny."

I start to spread out my fingers counterclockwise over her short lips,"Department of Energy that feel good ?"

"Ah ha,"she responds and spreads her legs for me.

It takes a few instant but I start to palpate her pussy dampen in response to it's maiden stimulation ever. Her breathing deepens and I know she is enjoying it. I jerk my right hand on my cock and it feels really good. I am harder than I have been in years and much more sensitive to the sense datum my hand was causing. I slip a finger between her now soaked pussylips and she gasps.

"You like that ?"I ask her and she nods her mind vigorously.

"Ca- can- can I meet you ?"she asks me sounding like she is out of breath.

"Sure I say and I remove my right hand from around my cock and plaza it at my side.

Wendy reaches for my ray of light and her fingertips tentatively pet the skin.

"Put your hand around it like you are holding a Scots heather,"I instruct her,"then move it up and down like you are pumping your chum's super soaker."

She does so and I am in blyss. I have an XI year old masturbating me with I play with her twat. Can life get any sweeter ? Then Wendy curls over into me and latches her unfreeze arm around my shoulders. she moan and then moan as my deal gets flooded by her very first orgasm. my finger that is between her pussy lips slickness into her love canal and she orgasms again, this clock time with a lamentation. All through her orgasm she squeezes my tool really tight, to the stage of hurting and that, coupled with her orgasming, forces me over the edge and I cum, spraying one of my large loads all over the timberland storey in presence of me.

"Wow, what was that ?"Wendy asks breathlessly.

"You came Wendy, That is why big tiddler make themselves feel good,"I explain.

"I liked that Jason, can we do it again ?"she asks, lifting her promontory and looking longingly into my middle.

"Later we can, right now we need to get back the the cabins before the movie ends and it gets dark,"I answer, hugging her.

"Oh but that was fun,"Wendy pouts.

I get up and seize my shirt and pull it over my brain,"fountainhead if you ever want to, you can play with yourself anytime."

"Okay, but can we do it again tomorrow ?"Wendy pleads with me, also getting dressed.

I laugh and say yes. We head back to the cabins and get in just as the movie ends. For the remainder of the three day weekend Wendy never left my English and we had a lot more fun at the bowlder until the family reunion was over .