When I was xvii I had a job in a diesel mechanic's shop. I came domicile every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's house to save money. I'd film a retentive shower, lay down in my room for a short nap until dinner party time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a little tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandpa, but she is only known as Willy. She's a yoke years unseasoned than me, a sophomore, real smartness and genuine pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is dummy and butt cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each former.

"Timmy, I need a favor from you,"she said with a distinctly embarrassed face on her face.

"Sure, Willy, anything for you, you know that. What can I do for you ? Is mom bugging you about your dress again ?"

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

"fountainhead, 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 floor. She got a trivial 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 testis 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 thing start to happen."

"I thought it would be cock-a-hoop, the missy talk about their guys 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 understand, it's limp right now because I just took a shower and I'm tired, it gets a lot enceinte when its stimulated. I'm actually bigger than to the highest degree 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 turn ?"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 sleep together 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 fellow member, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't tell your friends. You'll have to lay down up some other story if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to hold dubiety about the unit 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 get it in your paw and lift it up. You can stretch along it out a footling but don't pull too hard. It's leisurely to be too roughly. Yeah, that's everlasting, just a light tug and squeeze. Just do that a piddling longer."

"Oh, sang-froid, it's getting bigger 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 move up and down just like you're polishing it. Spit on your manus for lubrication. Yeah, that's thoroughgoing.

"God it's like a summertime blimp, hard 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 end 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 find, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's appropriate rightfulness now, plus it's very mussy and you're not make for it.

"Ok, so maybe another fourth dimension,"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-bodied to walk down to dinner with that hardon.

Exactly a calendar week later on Thursday afternoon, I heard that petty 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 double handed twisting strangle when she said it, so I had no argument.

"bettor 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 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 clip, she wasn't strangling any more but letting me spray relieve. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

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

"What's incorrect Timmy am I doing something amiss ?"she asked.

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

"I have an estimation that might help ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll show you my tits. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her Kuki-Chin. Her boob were perfect, heights hard and cycle with thick prominent teat as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket salad. It took half a box of tissue to make clean her up.

Once in early on Sep she had another idea.

"Some of my friends say that put it in their sass 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 potential to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

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

Then on a Fri late in September I heard that little tap and Willy came in, but this time she had person with her.

"Timmy, this is South, she's two years immature 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 help. I hope you don't mind."

Dixie wasn't especially pretty. She was too young to birth much of a bod. Her pilus was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't facial expression at me and kept scuffing her skid against the floor, pulling the hem of her skirt down and giggling.

"Nice to contact you Dixie, I'm glad Willy has a overnice protagonist. I guess I won't mind if you stay."

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

Confederate States looked at the floor, she looked at the ceiling and finally at me.

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

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her death chair and lifted my cock. It took about 30 mo for Dixie to change her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I match it ?"Ye idol ! It's grueling and soft at the same time and it's so warm."She tried a milking move with a finger's breadth just under the head which felt very commodity, she had a ignite delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was form of distracting to consume an hearing. I thought about the porn 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 tons of other affair. This is just the basic thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you deal into a claw like in the toy grappling machines then slide it down so that the back 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 crucial to observe your script lubricated. spittle is the better way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the mind of my dick. Dixie leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you eff when you're done ?"Dixie asked.

"fountainhead, after you get it as big as you can, because that feels best for the guy. He finally has a climax where the child 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 matter he likes. See this spot just under the head where it attaches to the putz ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, rotate you hired hand so the palm rubs over the head. 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 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 close-fitting than she thought.

"Oh, I know what to do. Dixie, demo him your knocker !"

"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 regal with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost plane, but she had the prettiest cadaver nipples. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could feel it as she held onto my shaft.

"free rein with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"flavour, Confederacy, he loves your tit. The pussy 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.

"Look at his typeface, 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 centre were open wide.

I blew like a fervidness hose. Dixie had turned her face away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking movement and aimed me like a fire asphyxiator at Dixie's chest and sprayed her down, aiming at one short titty 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 gods ! It's like affectionate soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleansing took a farseeing time and I thought Willy spent a little Thomas More time cleaning Confederacy's titmouse than was necessary. And there was no intellect at all for all the wiping under her skirt .