Wendy is technically my cousin however she is a span of generations removed. ( her great-great grandmother and my slap-up granny were baby ). She was a bouncy, energetic redhead that, for some rationality, attached herself to my hip at a three day long folk reunification up in the muckle. I was 19 at the time and bored as Hades. None of my male cousins my age could make it and I really did not want to go, but I got dragged along to"supporter look after the unseasoned 1"as my female parent put it. well I looked at them, but not in the way that was intended. I was literally surrounded by a dozen minor ( aged 5 to 12 ) that I was opine to entertain and keep off the parents nerves. I was just one out of six"new adults"that had this duty but the others were all little girl.

As for the amusement, I took them on tramp, played tag, got into tickle fights ( did a slight groping on that one ), wading in the local stream and early assorted games. But my preferent personal game was watching all the young tiny bodies of the precious young lady in my group. I was get a stiff, and sometimes terrible, boner watching them and I'd have to walk off a couple of times a day to rub one out.

I would always hold on the kidskin brainwave while hiding behind a boulder or a bush, to keep a watch on them but mostly to look and the turn asses of the girls as I stroked my grueling dick. I'd only unzip my fly and pull out my putz to keep my trouser on and for a fast put away incase one or more of the small fry came looking for me, which Wendy did frequently. I don't know why she was always following me around. She was democratic enough with the other kids. No one overly teased her and she was pretty. To be forthright, she was the main reason I had to stay fresh masturbating all the clip when out watching the kids. On this peculiar occasion I had snuck off to jerk one off after having a tickle conflict with the Thomas Kyd. The contact with so many sweet Young bodies got me hard, especially when I was tickling Wendy's inner thigh under her skirt. I got so unvoiced that I said I had to"go ”, as the tiddler call it, and ran off into the tree. I found a boneheaded enough shrub nearby to be able to find out the shaver but not have them see me rubbing one out. In my absence seizure one of the son ( there were only 4 in my group ) had gotten a petty rowdy and steal one of the lady friend'place and commenced a game of save away. It amused me and and I started to chuckle and my stroking slowed down a bit. This is where I made a misunderstanding.

I was so caught up in the boys'mischief-making that I didn't hear someone approaching. In my own defense, I was close to cummming and, for me that means my"world"narrows and I lose track of my surroundings. Luckily, I heard a twig ginger nut and turned to the side right as I orgasmed. My centre closed and I felt the fellow rush and tightness in my loins as my cock twitched in my manus and erupted cum like a fire hosiery. When I opened my eyes after I calmed down I found Wendy standing just a few yards behind me with her rima oris hung open as she stared at my hard dick profiled from her perspective.

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

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

My mind was racing. What was I going to do ? this lovely short eleven year old had just caught me ejactulating while literally watching the Thomas Kyd. But she did not seem scared or unquiet, just funny about my"peeing ”. That gave my vitiate idea an idea.

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

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

"fountainhead that is something that that big kids do to make themselves palpate unspoilt, I responded.

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

"Yes you are a big daughter so you can do it too. I can teach you if you like,"I offered, sinking my proverbial hooking into her.

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

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

"okey !"she said again and gave me a hug. That was unexpected and my rig soft pinis became tilt gruelling and stayed that way for the ease of the day. I walked her back to the others and told her that this was our minuscule secret and didn't want only of the other kids to muff our fun. I didn't masturbate for the remainder of the day to save up my cum for tonight and i formulated a program.

After dinner I took Wendy out into the woods to a berth I had found about a Admiralty mile away. It was a farsighted walk but since it was summertime time, there was stack of luminance and the place had a nice, semi directly bowlder about the sizing of a two seater couch. As we walked Wendy talked me a clump of enquiry about what we were going to do and where we were going. I told her it was a surprise and she would just feature to wait and see.

We reached the sofa like bowlder in about a one-half an hour and I sat down on it. Wendy sat down adjacent to me, with her little feet almost touching the primer. I waited in silence to catch my breath and figure out just how to set off but Wendy beat me to it.

"You said you would severalize 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 basics first Wendy. You're going to demand to get naked but leave your socks and shoes on since we are outdoor,"I explained.

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

I nodded my oral sex yes and she giggled and started to disinvest. I did the same, revealing my still sway severe dick from earliest. I spread out our apparel to make 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 straightforward. I have seen my baby brother's weiner when mom changes his diaper but his is all small and saggy. Are all big male child weiners big like yours ?"she asked.

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

"Oh,"she says not quite getting it.

"So you want me to present you how to create yourself palpate good like a big kid ?"I ask with my decent hand subconsciously wrapping around my dick.

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

"okeh, for a missy they make themselves find good by rubbing their paw over their slit. It will get all watery and feel really good."

Wendy looks and me confused,"My what ?"

"Your kitty-cat,"I repeat. taking my entrust hand and placing it over her hairless vaginal lips.

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

I start to turn out my fingerbreadth counterclockwise over her little brim,"Does that finger good ?"

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

It takes a few min but I start to feel her pussy dampen in reply to it's first arousal ever. Her respiration deepens and I know she is enjoying it. I jerk my right hand on my cock and it feels really thoroughly. I am harder than I have been in long time and much more sore to the esthesis 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 school principal vigorously.

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

"Sure I say and I remove my redress handwriting from around my cock and stead it at my side.

Wendy reaches for my shaft and her fingertips tentatively pet the peel.

"Put your hand around it like you are holding a Calluna vulgaris,"I instruct her,"then motivate it up and down like you are pumping your buddy's super soaker."

She does so and I am in blyss. I have an eleven year old masturbating me with I play with her pussy. Can life get any sweeter ? Then Wendy curls over into me and latches her discharge arm around my shoulder joint. she moan and then groans as my hired man gets flooded by her very first base climax. my finger that is between her puss lips parapraxis into her dearest epithelial duct and she orgasms again, this meter with a lamentation. All through her orgasm she squeezes my dick really tight, to the gunpoint of hurting and that, coupled with her orgasming, forces me over the boundary and I cum, spraying one of my biggest loads all over the forest floor in front of me.

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

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

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

"Later we can, right now we need to get back the the cabins before the flick ends and it gets non-white,"I answer, hugging her.

"Oh but that was fun,"Wendy pouts.

I get up and grab my shirt and pull it over my drumhead,"fountainhead if you ever want to, you can bring with yourself anytime."

"okey, 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 arrive just as the movie ends. For the balance of the three day weekend Wendy never left my side and we had a lot more fun at the boulder until the family reunification was over .