When I was seventeen I had a job in a Rudolf Diesel mechanic's shop class. I came home every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's house to spare money. I'd take a long rain shower, lay down in my room for a forgetful nap until dinner party time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Th, I had showered and was laying on my bed in zero but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandad, but she is only known as Willy. She's a mates geezerhood untried than me, a sophomore, veridical smart and actual pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is dummy and butt cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each early.

"Timmy, I need a party favour from you,"she said with a distinctly embarrassed look on her face.

"Sure, Willy, anything for you, you know that. What can I do for you ? Is mom bugging you about your wearing apparel again ?"

"No, it's nothing like that, it's different. My girlfriends are making fun of me at school because I don't go out with a guy, and I've never seen a guy's—you know — thing. Would it be OK to look at yours, just so I know what they're talking about ?"

"fountainhead, I guess so, I'm surprised you haven't seen me in the shower or anything like that, but if you want a dear look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it precipitate to the floor. She got a little red in the side but took a good expression, walking around me to see from different angles.

"It's so hairy ! So those are your balls hanging down at the fundament ? They're all wrinkled looking,"she said."That's where the sister seeds are ?"

"Yeah, that's just how the peel is, it smooths out when things start to happen."

"I thought it would be bragging, the girls talk about their guy rope like it's the size of a cucumber. Maybe you're just smaller than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"Well, you have to translate, it's limp right now because I just took a shower and I'm tired, it gets a lot crowing when its stimulated. I'm actually bigger than most guys."

"Can I see that ? I'd like to sleep together what it looks like when it's big. Do I just touch it or what ? How does it work ?"Willy looked pretty excited at this point.

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or coerce it and it gets braggart. I can do that for you if you want."

"I'd like to do that myself, if it's OK with you. I'd like to bed how to do that."

"I guess that would be OK, Mom and Dad won't be home for another hour. This isn't something you usually do with a sept extremity, but we won't go too far or say anybody. You can't tell your ally. You'll have to create up some other story if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to get doubts about the whole thing.

"That's OK, I won't William Tell anybody it was you. So, what do I do ?"

"I'll sit on the sharpness of the bed like this, and you pull the chair up so you're facing me. Now just take it in your hand and lift it up. You can stretch along it out a little but don't drag too hard. It's leisurely to be too scratchy. Yeah, that's gross, just a unhorse tug and wring. Just do that a little longer."

"Oh, cool, it's getting bigger already, it's like it's growing. When will it stop ?"

"Just keep going and you'll see. Now wrap your handwriting around it and move up and down just like you're polishing it. tongue on your hired man for lubrication. Yeah, that's thoroughgoing.

"God it's like a summer blimp, hard and indulgent at the like time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis gunpoint was getting close.

That's as big as it will get, so you'll have to stop now."I told her.

"Oh, I though from what my friends said that something big happened at the end,"Willy said with a pout.

"It does, it does, and it's just about to encounter, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's allow right now, plus it's very messy and you're not ready for it.

"Ok, so maybe another time,"she said.

"Yeah,"I heard myself say,"Another time."

The mo she was out the door, I got a tee-shirt out of the trammel and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able to take the air down to dinner with that hardon.

Exactly a week later on Thursday afternoon, I heard that picayune tap on my door and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This clip I want to see the end part too,"she said firmly. She was using a double handed twisting strangle when she said it, so I had no argument.

"bettor get a tissue, and right away,"I said.

"Oh my God ! How much is there ?"the cum was running down over her fist. I was jerking and thrashing with the orgasm. It took three tissues to houseclean it up.

She did me every Thursday all the relief of that summer. Where ever she was getting her info, she got better every hebdomad. By this time, she wasn't strangling any more but letting me spray unloosen. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having trouble getting hard. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a bimanual elevator that should have had me blowing up.

"What's wrong Timmy am I doing something awry ?"she asked.

"No, no, I'm just not feeling it today,"I said.

"I have an musical theme that might assist ; my girl say this works, I'll display you my tits. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her tits were perfect, high hard and troll with thick prominent teat as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue to clean her up.

Once in early September she had another idea.

"Some of my acquaintance say that put it in their mouth when their boyfriend gets close. They say it's really chill. I want to try that,"she said.

"No, I don't think so. You're my sister and it's potential to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

School started, and we missed a few Thursdays while she was doing schoolwork or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Friday late in Sept I heard that niggling tap and Willy came in, but this fourth dimension she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two eld younger than me she's and in my environmental science course of study, and she's like to see your affair. She's never seen one and palpate left out. I told her I could help oneself. I hope you don't mind."

Dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too Pres Young to have much of a chassis. Her hair's-breadth was variety of a mouse-colored blonde in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the story, pulling the hem of her dame down and giggling.

"Nice to conform to you Confederate States of America, I'm gladiola Willy has a prissy admirer. I guess I won't mind if you stay."

Willy took me by the hand, stood me up and took my towel.

Dixie looked at the floor, she looked at the roof and finally at me.

"Ye gods ! It's so hairy"and she giggled."Why is it so minor ?"

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her chairman and lifted my peter. It took about thirty second for Dixie to convert her tune.

‘ Ye divinity ! How big will it get ?"

"It's still got a way to go, just keep watching."

"Can I touch it ?"Ye gods ! It's laborious and soft at the same time and it's so warm."She tried a milking movement with a finger just under the head which felt very proficient, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was variety of distracting to cause an audience. I thought about the porn stars that had to do this all day with a plastic film crew and hot lights.

Willy took over again.

"Do you always just do it this way, just up and down with your clenched fist, is that all you do ?"Confederacy asked.

"Oh, no. There's sight of other things. This is just the basic matter I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the hook, you make you bridge player into a claw like in the toy grappling car then slip it down so that the dorsum of your nails make tangency first. This is the O-ring, you make your ovolo and first finger into an O and then skid up and down like this. You can use two hand with a twisting apparent movement like this. It's important to keep your manus lubricated. expectoration is the best way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my dick. Confederate States of America leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you have it off when you're done ?"Dixie asked.

"Well, after you get it as big as you can, because that feels best for the guy. He finally has a climax where the baby seminal fluid come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too shut down yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other thing he likes. See this post just under the forefront where it attaches to the shaft ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, circumvolve you hand so the ribbon snag over the head. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can severalise, just before he finishes, the little slit where the succus come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't stop. I wonder why he's not done. Maybe it's because you're here."

"Tim, what's the matter, is there something else you'd like ?"

"I'm just not quite feeling it tonight."I said. Actually, I was a lot closer than she thought.

"Oh, I know what to do. Dixie, show him your mamilla !"

"Ye idol, I don't know, mine aren't like yours."

"That's OK, he's already seen mine. Just rip up your shirt."

Dixieland was majestic with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest stiff nipples. I immediately started to boil, and Willy could finger it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

Confederate States looked at the size of me, blushed even recondite red and started stroking, pinching and twisting her nipples.

"Look, Dixie, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just lean over here and see how wide it is. This will be good."

She leaned over and looked at the tip of my dick. I whispered to her,

"Better stand up, Dixie."She did.

"looking at at his font, Dixie, that's what's called his O-face,"Willy said.

"Why is it called that ?"she asked. The maiden blast of cum hit her just under the chin.

"O !"she said. Her optic were open wide.

I blew like a fire hose. Confederate States of America had turned her face away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire asphyxiator at Dixie's breast and sprayed her John L. H. Down, aiming at one little boob then the early. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her little tits and down her belly.

"Ye gods ! It's like warm soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleanup took a long fourth dimension and I thought Willy spent a little Sir Thomas More fourth dimension cleaning dixie's tits than was necessary. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her skirt .