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

One good afternoon in belated summertime, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in zilch 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 couple age younger than me, a sophomore, literal smarting and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty, much of which is boobs and butt impertinence. 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 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 girlfriends are making fun of me at school day 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 honest feel, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the storey. She got a trivial red in the font but took a good flavor, walking around me to see from different angles.

"It's so haired ! So those are your Lucille Ball hanging down at the seat ? 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 matter start to happen."

"I thought it would be bigger, the girlfriend talk about their guy cable like it's the size of a cucumber. Maybe you're just modest than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"wellspring, you have to sympathise, it's hitch 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 most guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or bosom it and it gets big. 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 time of day. This isn't something you usually do with a family member, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't secernate your friends. You'll have to make up some other story if you want them to acknowledge what you found out."I was starting to take in dubiousness 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 hand and lift it up. You can adulterate it out a minuscule 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 minuscule longer."

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

"Just maintain going and you'll see. Now wrap your script around it and go up and down just like you're polishing it. Spit on your hand for lubrication. Yeah, that's arrant.

"God it's like a summer sausage, punishing and soft at the Same time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis gunpoint was getting close.

That's as big as it will get, so you'll have to lay off 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 mussy and you're not cook for it.

"Ok, so maybe another clock time,"she said.

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

The minute 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 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, 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 paper to clean it up.

She did me every Thursday all the residuum of that summer. Where ever she was getting her info, she got better every week. By this fourth dimension, she wasn't strangling any to a greater extent but letting me sprayer rid. 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 bimanual elevator that should have had me blowing up.

"What's wrongfulness Timmy am I doing something awry ?"she asked.

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

"I have an idea that might help ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll appearance you my nipple. She pulled up her jumper and held it under her chin. Her tits were staring, gamy hard and rhythm with stocky prominent nipples as hard as woods. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue paper to pick her up.

Once in early Sep 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 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 school assignment or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Friday late in September I heard that lilliputian tap and Willy came in, but this time she had somebody with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixieland, she's two year immature than me she's and in my ecology form, and she's like to see your thing. 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 bear much of a figure. Her pilus was kind of a mouselike blond in pigtails behind her ear. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't spirit at me and kept scuffing her skid against the floor, pulling the hem of her skirt down and giggling.

"Nice to meet you Dixie, I'm sword lily Willy has a nice protagonist. I guess I won't mind 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 cap and finally at me.

"Ye gods ! 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 dick. It took about XXX seconds for Dixie to change her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I impact it ?"Ye God ! It's surd and delicate at the same time and it's so warm."She tried a milking motion with a finger just under the head which felt very near, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porn stars that had to do this all day with a plastic 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 Lot of other things. This is just the staple matter I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you hand into a pincer like in the toy grappling machines then skid 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 slip up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's important to hold open your hands lubricated. spittle is the honest way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the oral sex of my dick. South leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you cognize 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 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 early things he likes. See this office just under the pass where it attaches to the cock ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, rotate you mitt so the palm rubs over the foreland. Let me prove you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can evidence, just before he finishes, the little twat where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't 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, show him your knocker !"

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

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

Confederate States was purple with overplus, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest unwavering pap. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could feel it as she held onto my shaft.

"looseness with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"feeling, Confederacy, he loves your tits. The twat is opening, really a lot, just leaning over here and see how wide it is. This will be good."

She leaned over and looked at the tip of my putz. 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 heart were outdoors wide.

I blew like a ardor hosiery. Dixie had turned her fount away, but Willy cupped my testis, kept up her milking motility and aimed me like a flak extinguisher at Confederate States of America's chest and sprayed her down, aiming at one short bosom then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her petty pap and down her belly.

"Ye graven image ! It's like strong soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleanup took a recollective time 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 .