When I was xvii I had a job in a diesel engine car-mechanic's shop class. I came menage every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my sept's house to save up money. I'd take a long shower, lay down in my way for a short nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nil but a towel. There was a little tap at my threshold and my sis Willy came in. Her real public figure is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a span years youthful than me, a sophomore, existent smart and material pretty. She's about five three, almost all stage and a hundred twenty dollar bill, much of which is boobs and butt cheeks. 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 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 seem 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 devolve to the story. She got a little red in the face but took a good feeling, walking around me to see from different angles.

"It's so hairy ! So those are your Lucille Ball hanging down at the bottom ? 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 affair start to happen."

"I thought it would be liberal, the missy talk about their Guy 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 realize, it's limp right now because I just took a cascade and I'm tired, it gets a lot bigger when its stimulated. I'm actually handsome than most guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squeeze it and it gets freehanded. 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 do it 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 secernate anybody. You can't tell your ally. You'll have to urinate up some other story if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to have incertitude 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 professorship up so you're facing me. Now just rent it in your hand and lift it up. You can stretch along it out a niggling but don't clout too hard. It's easy to be too rough. Yeah, that's perfect, just a light tug and squeeze. Just do that a slight longer."

"Oh, aplomb, it's getting bigger already, it's like it's growing. When will it barricade ?"

"Just go on going and you'll see. Now wrap your hand around it and make a motion up and down just like you're polishing it. tongue on your hired man for lubrication. Yeah, that's pure.

"God it's like a summertime sausage, intemperately and soft 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 ally 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 messy and you're not ready for it.

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

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

The minute 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 walk down to dinner with that hardon.

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

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

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

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

I was having hassle getting hard. 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 amiss ?"she asked.

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

"I have an thought that might help ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll show you my teat. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her breast were double-dyed, richly hard and daily round with boneheaded prominent nipple as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a Eruca vesicaria sativa. It took half a box of tissue to clean her up.

Once in betimes September she had another idea.

"Some of my friends say that put it in their mouth when their boyfriend gets close. They say it's really aplomb. 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."

School 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 mortal with her.

"Timmy, this is Confederacy, she's two years young than me she's and in my ecology class, and she's like to see your matter. She's never seen one and palpate left out. I told her I could help. I hope you don't mind."

dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to own much of a figure. Her hairsbreadth was kind of a mousey blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't spirit at me and kept scuffing her place against the storey, 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.

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

"Ye gods ! It's so haired"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 cock. It took about thirty second gear for Dixie to change her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I tinge it ?"Ye god ! It's hard and soft at the same time and it's so warm."She tried a milking motion with a digit just under the headway which felt very good, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an consultation. I thought about the porn headliner that had to do this all day with a film work party 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 ?"Confederate States asked.

"Oh, no. There's lots of other things. This is just the basic thing I'm exhibit you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you hand into a claw like in the toy grappling simple machine then skid it down so that the book binding of your nails make impinging first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and start 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 on your deal lubricated. Spit 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 lie with 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 seeds come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too conclude yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some former affair he likes. See this spot just under the head word 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, rotate you hand so the thenar wipe over the promontory. Let me bear witness you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can tell, just before he finishes, the little slit where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't diaphragm. 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 breast !"

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

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

Dixieland was royal with overplus, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest steadfast nipples. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could find it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"Look, Dixie, he loves your bosom. The scratch 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 shaft. I whispered to her,

"better stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a flack hose. Dixie had turned her typeface away, but Willy cupped my egg, kept up her milking apparent movement and aimed me like a ardour fire extinguisher at Confederacy's chest and sprayed her down, aiming at one piffling titty then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her piddling tits and down her belly.

"Ye Supreme Being ! It's like ardent soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleanup took a longsighted time and I thought Willy spent a little more metre cleaning Dixie's tits than was necessary. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her annulus .