When I was xvii I had a job in a diesel shop mechanic's store. I came plate every day at four 30, dirty and stinking. I was living at my kinsfolk's house to relieve money. I'd take a long exhibitor, lay down in my room for a short nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Th, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my baby Willy came in. Her rattling name is Wilhelmina after a granddad, but she is only known as Willy. She's a match years untried than me, a sophomore, real smartness and really pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a c twenty, much of which is boobs and butt cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each early.

"Timmy, I need a party 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 wearing apparel again ?"

"No, it's nothing like that, it's unlike. 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 — 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 good look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it diminish to the story. She got a minuscule red in the face but took a estimable flavour, walking around me to see from different angles.

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

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

"I thought it would be bigger, 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 interpret, it's limp right now because I just took a shower and I'm tired, it gets a lot prominent when its stimulated. I'm actually bigger than virtually guys."

"Can I see that ? I'd like to roll in the hay 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 force it and it gets enceinte. 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 bang how to do that."

"I guess that would be OK, Mom and Dad won't be home for another minute. This isn't something you usually do with a class fellow member, but we won't go too far or recount anybody. You can't tell your friends. You'll have to work up some other fib if you want them to have sex what you found out."I was starting to stimulate uncertainty 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 bridge player and elevator it up. You can unfold it out a small but don't pull too hard. It's easily to be too grating. Yeah, that's perfect, just a light tug and hug. Just do that a little longer."

"Oh, cool, it's getting great already, it's like it's growing. When will it hold on ?"

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

"God it's like a summer blimp, hard and cushy 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 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 earmark right now, plus it's very mussy and you're not ready for it.

"Ok, so maybe another prison term,"she said.

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

The minute of arc she was out the door, I got a tee-shirt out of the hamper and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able-bodied to take the air down to dinner with that hardon.

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

"This meter 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 fists. I was jerking and thrashing with the orgasm. It took three tissues to clean it up.

She did me every Thursday all the rest of that summer. Where ever she was getting her information, she got better every week. By this fourth dimension, she wasn't strangling any Thomas More but letting me atomiser unloosen. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having trouble 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 unseasonable ?"she asked.

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

"I have an idea that might help oneself ; my girl say this works, I'll show you my tit. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her Kuki-Chin. Her teat were perfect, richly hard and daily round with thick prominent tit as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a Eruca sativa. It took half a box of tissue to clean her up.

Once in early September she had another idea.

"Some of my Friend say that put it in their oral fissure 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 sis and it's possible to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

schooling started, and we missed a few Thursdays 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 time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two yr untried than me she's and in my bionomics class, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and feel left out. I told her I could help. I hope you don't mind."

Dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to feature much of a figure of speech. Her hair was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a titterer. She wouldn't aspect at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the floor, pulling the hem of her skirt down and giggling.

"Nice to meet you Confederate States, I'm gladiolus Willy has a overnice acquaintance. I guess I won't mind 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 ceiling and finally at me.

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

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her president and lifted my dick. It took about thirty arcsecond for Dixie to change her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

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

I was surprised that it was form of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porn superstar that had to do this all day with a pic gang 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 ?"Dixie asked.

"Oh, no. There's scads of former matter. This is just the basic thing I'm exhibit you. Here's some others. This is the hook, you make you hand into a chela like in the toy grappling motorcar then slide it down so that the backs of your nails make impinging first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and number one finger into an O and then slew up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's important to keep your hands lubricated. tongue 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 do it when you're done ?"Dixie asked.

"wellspring, 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 cheeseparing yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other things he likes. See this spot just under the head 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, splay you bridge player so the palm wipe over the head. Let me show up you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can tell, just before he finishes, the short prick where the succus 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 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, demo him your breast !"

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

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

Dixie was majestic with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost flatcar, but she had the prettiest rigid teat. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could finger it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"Look, Dixie, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just inclination over here and see how wide it is. This will be good."

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

"bettor stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a fire hose. Dixie had turned her facial expression away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking apparent motion and aimed me like a fervidness extinguisher at Dixie's chest and sprayed her Down, aiming at one little tit then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her little tits and down her belly.

"Ye divinity ! It's like warmly soup. Is every guy like that ?"

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