When I was xvii I had a job in a diesel grease monkey's shop. I came habitation every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's star sign to save money. I'd take a long rain shower, lay down in my room for a short nap until dinner time.

One good afternoon in late summertime, 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 door and my sis Willy came in. Her real figure is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a match years younger than me, a soph, real smart and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is boobs and tooshie impudence. 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 abash 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 cipher like that, it's different. My girlfriends are making fun of me at shoal 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 exhibitioner or anything like that, but if you want a good smell, I'm OK with that."

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, you have to realize, it's limp right now because I just took a exhibitor 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 acknowledge 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 cognise 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 member, but we won't go too far or narrate anybody. You can't say your friends. You'll have to progress to up some other story if you want them to have it off what you found out."I was starting to have doubts about the entirely 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 guide it in your helping hand and ski lift it up. You can stretch it out a footling but don't wrench too hard. It's easy to be too rough. Yeah, that's consummate, just a lighter tug and power play. Just do that a trivial longer."

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

"Just hold on going and you'll see. Now wrap your hand around it and move 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 Lapp time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis stop 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 protagonist 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 conquer rightfield now, plus it's very messy and you're not ready for it.

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

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

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

Exactly a week later on Thursday good 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 paper, 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 sexual climax. It took three tissue paper to clean 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 time, she wasn't strangling any more but letting me spray unblock. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

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

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

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

"I have an musical theme that might help ; my lady friend say this works, I'll display you my boob. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her Kuki. Her tits were perfect, high hard and round with thick spectacular tit as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a Eruca sativa. It took half a box of tissue to cleanse her up.

Once in early on September she had another idea.

"Some of my ally say that put it in their lip when their beau 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 potential to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

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

Then on a Friday late in Sep I heard that short tap and Willy came in, but this time she had soul with her.

"Timmy, this is dixie, she's two old age younger than me she's and in my ecology class, and she's like to see your matter. She's never seen one and feels left out. I told her I could facilitate. I hope you don't mind."

Confederacy wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to have much of a trope. Her hair was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a titterer. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her brake shoe against the floor, pulling the hem of her doll down and giggling.

"Nice to take on you Dixie, I'm glad Willy has a nice friend. I guess I won't mind if you stay."

Willy took me by the hired man, 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 small ?"

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her chairwoman and lifted my cock. It took about thirty instant for Confederacy to switch her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I touch it ?"Ye gods ! It's hard and soft at the same metre and it's so warm."She tried a milking motion with a finger just under the head which felt very good, she had a lightly 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 film 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 circumstances of former things. This is just the basic thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you hand into a claw like in the toy grappling simple machine then slither it down so that the backs of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and first finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's authoritative to hold open your hands lubricated. spitting 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 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 climax where the baby source come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too finale yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other things he likes. See this situation just under the brain where it attaches to the scape ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, turn out you hand so the palm hitch over the foreland. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can severalize, just before he finishes, the lilliputian incision 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 matter, is there something else you'd like ?"

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

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

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

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

Dixie was over-embellished with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost categoric, but she had the prettiest buckram mamilla. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could sense it as she held onto my shaft.

"period of 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.

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

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

"wagerer stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a ardor hose. Dixieland had turned her look away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking move and aimed me like a flaming extinguisher at Dixieland's pectus and sprayed her down, aiming at one petty titty then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her trivial tit and down her belly.

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

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