When I was seventeen I had a job in a Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel mechanic's shop. I came home every day at four 30, dirty and stinking. I was living at my common people's planetary house to save money. I'd take a yearn shower, lay down in my room for a little nap until dinner time.

One good afternoon in late summertime, a really scorching Th, I had showered and was laying on my bed in zilch but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a couple class vernal than me, a sophomore, actual smarting and rattling pretty. She's about five three, almost all wooden leg and a one hundred 20, much of which is booby and buttocks nerve. We get along very well and have always looked out for each other.

"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 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 — affair. 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 good look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the storey. She got a little red in the face but took a good look, walking around me to see from dissimilar angles.

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

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

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

"Well, you have to understand, it's hitch right now because I just took a exhibitor and I'm tired, it gets a lot bigger when its stimulated. I'm actually swelled than nearly guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squeeze it and it gets bighearted. 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 know 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 extremity, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't severalise your friends. You'll have to spend a penny up some early report if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to have doubts about the totally thing.

"That's OK, I won't 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 accept it in your handwriting and lift it up. You can debase it out a short but don't wrench too hard. It's well-situated to be too gravelly. Yeah, that's perfect, just a short tug and liquidity crisis. Just do that a little longer."

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

"Just go on going and you'll see. Now wrap your script around it and move up and down just like you're polishing it. saliva on your helping hand for lubrication. Yeah, that's perfect.

"God it's like a summer sausage, intemperate and soft at the Saame time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis full point was getting close.

That's as big as it will get, so you'll have to block off 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 pass off, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's conquer right now, plus it's very messy and you're not ready for it.

"Ok, so maybe another fourth dimension,"she said.

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

The minute she was out the threshold, 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 workweek later on Thursday afternoon, I heard that niggling tap on my door and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This clock time I want to see the end part too,"she said firmly. She was using a stunt man 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 fist. I was jerking and thrashing with the sexual climax. It took three tissues to clean it up.

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

I was having trouble getting severe. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a two-handed lift that should have 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 serve ; my lady friend say this works, I'll show you my breast. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her tits were perfect, richly hard and round with thick prominent teat as hard as woodwind instrument. It worked, I went off like a projectile. It took half a box of tissue paper to clean her up.

Once in early on September she had another idea.

"Some of my acquaintance say that put it in their mouth when their fellow gets close. They say it's really sang-froid. 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 Th while she was doing school assignment or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Friday late in September I heard that little tap and Willy came in, but this clip she had mortal with her.

"Timmy, this is South, she's two twelvemonth younger than me she's and in my bionomics course of instruction, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and sense left out. I told her I could help. I hope you don't mind."

Dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too Young to hold much of a image. Her hair was kind of a mousy blond 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 skirt down and giggling.

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

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

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

"Ye graven image ! 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 hot seat and lifted my dick. It took about thirty sec 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 affect it ?"Ye gods ! It's surd and soft at the like time and it's so warm."She tried a milking apparent movement with a finger's breadth just under the straits which felt very good, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porn mavin that had to do this all day with a movie 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 ?"South asked.

"Oh, no. There's lots of other things. This is just the basic thing I'm viewing you. Here's some others. This is the pincer, you make you paw into a claw like in the toy grappling machines then slide it down so that the rear of your nails make inter-group communication first. This is the O-ring, you make your quarter round and first finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's important to keep your hands lubricated. Spit is the in effect 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 know 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 source come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too closelipped yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other things he likes. See this touch just under the drumhead where it attaches to the shaft ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the clenched fist the way you were before but at the top, rotate you hand so the medallion wipe over the head. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can tell, just before he finishes, the little prick where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't stopover. 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 finisher than she thought.

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

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

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

Dixie was purplish with overplus, but she did it. She was almost monotone, but she had the prettiest buckram nipples. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could finger it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

Dixie looked at the sizing of me, blushed even inscrutable red and started stroking, pinching and twisting her nipples.

"Look, Dixie, he loves your teat. The cunt 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 cock. I whispered to her,

"bettor stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a fire hosiery. Dixieland had turned her typeface away, but Willy cupped my orb, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire fire extinguisher at Confederate States's bureau and sprayed her down, aiming at one minuscule boob then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her piffling bosom and down her belly.

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

The cleansing took a long clock time and I thought Willy spent a little more clock time cleaning Dixie's tits than was necessary. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her dame .