When I was seventeen I had a job in a diesel mechanic's shop class. I came home every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my family's house to save money. I'd take a long shower, lay down in my room for a scant nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Th, I had showered and was laying on my bed in zippo but a towel. There was a little tap at my threshold and my sister Willy came in. Her real public figure is Wilhelmina after a granddad, but she is only known as Willy. She's a mates years younger than me, a sophomore, veridical smartness and actual pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a one hundred twenty, much of which is tit and butt joint impudence. We get along very well and have always looked out for each other.

"Timmy, I need a favour 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 apparel again ?"

"No, it's cypher like that, it's different. My girlfriend 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 ?"

"wellspring, I guess so, I'm surprised you haven't seen me in the exhibitioner or anything like that, but if you want a respectable face, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it accrue to the storey. She got a little red in the expression but took a good tone, walking around me to see from unlike angles.

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

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

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

"well, you have to see, 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 bigger than well-nigh guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or coerce 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 hr. This isn't something you usually do with a menage appendage, but we won't go too far or secernate anybody. You can't separate your friend. You'll have to make up some other story if you want them to recognize what you found out."I was starting to receive uncertainty about the all thing.

"That's OK, I won't William 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 submit it in your hired hand and lift it up. You can stretch it out a petty but don't pull too hard. It's wanton to be too rough. Yeah, that's perfective tense, just a wakeful tug and squeeze. Just do that a slight longer."

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

"Just hold open going and you'll see. Now wrap your helping hand around it and locomote up and down just like you're polishing it. Spit on your hand for lubrication. Yeah, that's utter.

"God it's like a summertime blimp, unvoiced and balmy 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 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 happen, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's appropriate rightfield now, plus it's very messy and you're not ready for it.

"Ok, so maybe another meter,"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 week later on Thursday afternoon, I heard that little tap on my room access 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.

"wagerer get a tissue paper, 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 tissue to make 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 week. By this clip, she wasn't strangling any more than but letting me nebulizer disembarrass. 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 ambidextrous elevator 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 melodic theme that might help ; my lady friend say this works, I'll appearance you my tits. She pulled up her perspirer and held it under her Kuki. Her tits were perfective tense, luxuriously hard and rhythm with buddy-buddy prominent nipples as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue paper to clean house her up.

Once in other Sep she had another idea.

"Some of my friends say that put it in their backtalk when their boyfriend 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."

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

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

"Timmy, this is Confederate States of America, she's two years vernal than me she's and in my ecology class, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and experience left out. I told her I could help oneself. I hope you don't mind."

dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to have much of a soma. Her whisker was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her ear. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't flavour at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the floor, pulling the hem of her doll down and giggling.

"Nice to assemble you Dixie, I'm sword lily Willy has a skillful 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 storey, she looked at the ceiling and finally at me.

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

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her chair and lifted my putz. It took about 30 seconds for Confederate States to vary her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I refer it ?"Ye gods ! It's hard and soft at the like meter and it's so warm."She tried a milking movement with a fingerbreadth just under the head which felt very dear, she had a clean delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porno wiz that had to do this all day with a picture gang 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 muckle of other things. This is just the BASIC thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you script into a nipper like in the toy grappling motorcar then slide it down so that the backs of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your quarter round and first gear digit into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's of import to keep your deal lubricated. Spit is the best way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the mind of my shaft. Confederate States of America 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 sexual climax where the infant seeds come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too close yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other things he likes. See this speckle just under the head where it attaches to the irradiation ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the clenched fist the way you were before but at the top, splay you hand so the palm rubs over the head. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can say, just before he finishes, the short scratch 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 affair, is there something else you'd like ?"

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

"Oh, I know what to do. Dixie, demonstrate him your breast !"

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

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

Confederate States of America was imperial with superfluity, but she did it. She was almost flavourless, but she had the prettiest steadfast tit. I immediately started to boil, and Willy could find it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"expression, Confederacy, he loves your tits. 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 dick. I whispered to her,

"Better stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a fire hose. Confederate States of America had turned her brass away, but Willy cupped my orb, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a blast fire extinguisher at Confederate States's chest and sprayed her down feather, aiming at one trivial titty then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her piddling boob and down her belly.

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

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