When I was XVII I had a job in a diesel car-mechanic's workshop. I came home every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my ethnic music's sign to redeem money. I'd take a long shower, lay down in my room for a short nap until dinner time.

One good afternoon in deep summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a minuscule tap at my room access and my babe Willy came in. Her actual name is Wilhelmina after a granddaddy, but she is only known as Willy. She's a couple years unseasoned than me, a sophomore, real smarting and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred XX, much of which is bosom and cigaret cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each early.

"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 goose egg like that, it's different. My girlfriend are making fun of me at schoolhouse 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 good look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor. She got a piddling red in the face but took a beneficial feeling, walking around me to see from different angles.

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

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

"I thought it would be bigger, the girlfriend talk about their hombre like it's the size of a cuke. Maybe you're just smaller than norm,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"Well, you have to understand, 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 most guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or compress it and it gets great. 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 phallus, but we won't go too far or assure anybody. You can't evidence your admirer. You'll have to make up some other write up if you want them to cognise what you found out."I was starting to own doubts about the whole 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 take it in your deal and raise it up. You can elongate it out a little but don't wrench too hard. It's easy to be too rough. Yeah, that's double-dyed, just a lite tug and squeeze. Just do that a little longer."

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

"Just hold back going and you'll see. Now wrap your hand around it and prompt 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, hard and soft at the same time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis degree was getting close.

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

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

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

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

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

The min she was out the room access, I got a tee-shirt out of the shackle and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able to walk down to dinner with that hardon.

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

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

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

"Oh my God ! How much is there ?"the cum was running down over her fists. I was jerking and thrashing with the orgasm. It took three tissues to cleanse 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 metre, she wasn't strangling any more than but letting me spray give up. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having worry getting severely. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a ambidextrous elevator that should ingest had me blowing up.

"What's incorrect Timmy am I doing something improper ?"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 bosom. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her tits were pure, high hard and round with duncical prominent nipples as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket engine. It took half a box of tissue to scavenge her up.

Once in early Sep she had another idea.

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

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

schooltime started, and we missed a few Thursdays while she was doing school assignment or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Fri late in Sep I heard that lilliputian tap and Willy came in, but this clock time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two long time young than me she's and in my ecology year, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and feels left out. I told her I could aid. I hope you don't mind."

Confederate States wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to feature much of a figure. Her hair was kind of a mouse-colored blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a titterer. 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 South, I'm sword lily Willy has a nice friend. I guess I won't psyche if you stay."

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

Dixieland looked at the floor, she looked at the ceiling and finally at me.

"Ye Supreme Being ! 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 dick. It took about 30 secondment for Dixie to modify her tune.

‘ Ye God ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I disturb it ?"Ye gods ! It's strong and diffused at the same clip and it's so warm."She tried a milking move with a finger just under the head which felt very commodity, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porno stars that had to do this all day with a celluloid 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 former things. This is just the staple thing I'm display you. Here's some others. This is the chela, you make you handwriting into a claw like in the toy grappling machines then slide it down so that the rear of your nails make contact lens first. This is the O-ring, you make your ovolo and first finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting question like this. It's important to keep your hand lubricated. Spit is the outdo way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my dick. South leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you make out 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 orgasm where the child seeded player come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too stuffy yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other things he likes. See this spot just under the brain 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 handwriting so the laurel wreath hang-up over the head. Let me show you."

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

"Tim, what's the thing, 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, express him your boob !"

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

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

Dixieland was purple with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost categorical, but she had the prettiest fuddled teat. 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 size of me, blushed even deeper red and started stroking, pinching and twisting her nipples.

"feel, Dixie, he loves your titmouse. 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 prick. I whispered to her,

"Better stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a flame hose. Dixie had turned her face away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire extinguisher at Dixie's pectus and sprayed her down, aiming at one little titty then the former. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her little knocker and down her belly.

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

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