When I was seventeen I had a job in a diesel mechanic's shop. I came home every day at four 30, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's menage to salvage money. I'd take up a long exhibitor, lay down in my room for a shortly nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my baby Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a couple twelvemonth younger than me, a sophomore, real smarting and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all peg and a hundred twenty, much of which is dope and fundament cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each former.

"Timmy, I need a favor 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 clothes again ?"

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

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

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it come to the floor. She got a little red in the human face but took a good look, 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 wrinkly looking,"she said."That's where the babe seminal fluid are ?"

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

"I thought it would be bigger, the female child talk about their guy wire like it's the sizing of a cucumber. Maybe you're just smaller than norm,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

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

"Can I see that ? I'd like to make out what it looks like when it's big. Do I just concern it or what ? How does it shape ?"Willy looked pretty excited at this point.

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squeeze it and it gets bigger. 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 cognize 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 family member, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't tell your friends. You'll have to realise up some other tale if you want them to bed what you found out."I was starting to have doubts about the unhurt thing.

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

"I'll sit on the edge of the bed like this, and you pull the chair up so you're facing me. Now just shoot it in your hired hand and facelift it up. You can stretch it out a small but don't pull too hard. It's easy to be too fierce. Yeah, that's perfect, just a lightheaded tug and clinch. Just do that a small longer."

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

"Just keep back going and you'll see. Now wrap your script around it and incite up and down just like you're polishing it. spit on your hand for lubrication. Yeah, that's thoroughgoing.

"God it's like a summertime sausage balloon, hard and subdued at the same time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis point 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 happen, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's reserve 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 minute she was out the doorway, I got a tee-shirt out of the hamper and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able to walk down to dinner with that hardon.

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

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

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

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

She did me every Thursday all the rest of that summer. Where ever she was getting her info, she got better every week. By this time, she wasn't strangling any Sir Thomas More but letting me atomizer relieve. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having problem getting hard. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a two-handed elevator that should sustain had me blowing up.

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

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

"I have an idea that might assist ; my girlfriend say this works, I'll display you my titmouse. She pulled up her jumper and held it under her chin. Her titty were sodding, high hard and round with blockheaded prominent mamilla as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a Eruca sativa. It took half a box of tissue to clean her up.

Once in early Sept she had another idea.

"Some of my Quaker say that put it in their backtalk when their young man gets close. They say it's really aplomb. I want to try that,"she said.

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

school day started, and we missed a few Th while she was doing schoolwork or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Friday late in September I heard that piffling tap and Willy came in, but this time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two years younger than me she's and in my environmental science class, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and feels left out. I told her I could serve. I hope you don't mind."

Dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to make much of a bod. Her whisker was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her spike. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the floor, pulling the hem of her skirt down and giggling.

"Nice to meet you Dixie, I'm glad Willy has a nice friend. I guess I won't judgment if you stay."

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

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

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

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

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

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

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

Willy took over again.

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

"Oh, no. There's lots of other affair. This is just the BASIC thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you deal into a chela like in the toy grappling automobile then slide it down so that the backs of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and first finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two script with a twisting motion like this. It's authoritative to observe your hands lubricated. saliva is the best way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my dick. Dixie leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you have sex when you're done ?"South 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 sister seeds come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too tight yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some former things he likes. See this spot just under the nous where it attaches to the shot ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, rotate you hand so the decoration rubs over the head. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can secern, just before he finishes, the small snatch where the juice 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, bear witness him your titmouse !"

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

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

dixie was over-embellished with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest soused nipples. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could sense it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"tone, Dixie, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just lean over here and see how across-the-board 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.

"Look at his face, Dixieland, that's what's called his O-face,"Willy said.

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

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

I blew like a flack hosiery. Dixie had turned her expression away, but Willy cupped my formal, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire extinguisher at Dixie's chest of drawers and sprayed her down, aiming at one little titty then the early. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her fiddling mamilla and down her belly.

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

The cleaning took a long clip and I thought Willy spent a little to a greater extent time cleaning Dixie's tits than was requisite. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her annulus .