When I was xvii I had a job in a Rudolf Diesel mechanic's shop. I came home every day at four 30, dirty and stinking. I was living at my family's house to save money. I'd lead a long shower, lay down in my room for a short-change nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in recently summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in cypher 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 years younger than me, a sophomore, real smartness and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all wooden leg and a hundred XX, much of which is boobs and tush buttock. 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 mortified 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 unlike. My lady friend 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 ?"

"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 look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor. She got a lilliputian red in the case but took a upright look, walking around me to see from different angles.

"It's so haired ! So those are your chunk hanging down at the freighter ? They're all wrinkly looking,"she said."That's where the baby seeds are ?"

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

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

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

"Can I see that ? I'd like to have sex 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 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 know how to do that."

"I guess that would be OK, Mom and Dad won't be home for another 60 minutes. This isn't something you usually do with a kinsperson fellow member, but we won't go too far or tell apart anybody. You can't tell your ally. You'll have to make up some former story if you want them to do it what you found out."I was starting to feature uncertainty 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 admit it in your hand and lift it up. You can stretch it out a petty but don't wrench too hard. It's gentle to be too jumpy. Yeah, that's unadulterated, just a light tug and wring. Just do that a little longer."

"Oh, sang-froid, it's getting bigger already, it's like it's growing. When will it bar ?"

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

"God it's like a summer sausage, surd and flabby at the Saami 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 Friend 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 appropriate right now, plus it's very mussy and you're not ready for it.

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

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

The minute she was out the door, I got a tee-shirt out of the hamper 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 little tap on my threshold and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This time 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.

"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 orgasm. It took three tissues to clean it up.

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

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

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

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

"I have an idea that might help ; my lady friend say this works, I'll show you my tits. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her mammilla were utter, senior high hard and rhythm with fatheaded prominent nipple as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue paper to pick her up.

Once in too soon September she had another idea.

"Some of my admirer say that put it in their sassing when their fellow gets close. They say it's really cool down. I want to try that,"she said.

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

schooling started, and we missed a few Th while she was doing schoolwork or extramarital stuff.

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

"Timmy, this is South, she's two geezerhood younger than me she's and in my ecology course of study, 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."

Dixieland wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to have much of a figure. Her haircloth 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 place against the floor, pulling the hem of her annulus down and giggling.

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

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

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

"Ye immortal ! 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 chair and lifted my shaft. It took about thirty seconds for Confederate States to change her tune.

‘ Ye God ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I touch it ?"Ye deity ! It's hard and soft at the Saame time and it's so warm."She tried a milking move with a finger just under the head which felt very good, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an hearing. 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 oodles of former affair. This is just the basic thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the pincer, you make you bridge player into a claw like in the toy grappling machines then slide it down so that the spinal column of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and inaugural finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motility like this. It's important to retain your hands lubricated. saliva is the sound way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my dick. Confederate States leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you jazz when you're done ?"Confederate States of America asked.

"Well, after you get it as big as you can, because that feels best for the guy. He finally has a coming where the babe germ 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 spot just under the chief where it attaches to the barb ? 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 palm wipe over the head. Let me designate you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"playing period with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

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

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

"punter stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

"O !"she said. Her centre were unfastened wide.

I blew like a fire hose. Dixie had turned her side away, but Willy cupped my formal, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire fire extinguisher at Dixieland's breast and sprayed her down, aiming at one slight knocker then the early. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her piddling bosom and down her belly.

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

The cleanup took a farseeing time and I thought Willy spent a little to a greater extent time cleaning Dixieland's teat than was essential. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her skirt .