Big Willy (Part 1)

William Sisterson wasn’t just your average hardworking inbred boy from rural Southern United States, no sir. His father had named him William, who was educated enough to know that William was the proper form of Bill, and Bill was a good, strong name, a respectable name. It was a name that would carry some weight in the world, and when you said a name like Bill Sisterson, people would know the name off the bat. Bill’s father expected Bill to be famous someday, but he didn’t know just how famous or why.

Bill’s mother liked to call him Little Willy when he was young, and would often tease him about his abnormally small pecker. Bill’s sisters would do the same, teasing him and sometimes pulling it hard, trying to stretch it out for him. Bill’s mother said that he wasn’t to blame, though – he took after his father. In all the times Bill’s parents had fucked, his mother had never been pleasured by his father. Bill’s father would fuck her every night after he got home, and not once was he the cause of an orgasm. But for Bill’s father’s size problems, he had an enviable libido to compensate, and liked to spend his load at least six times a day.

Now Bill’s father believed that only a woman’s husband could deflower her on her wedding day, so he left his daughters’ perfect little pussies alone, no matter how much he wanted them. At the earliest age, however, he taught each one of his daughters how to suck a dick the right way. He was proud of his daughters, and of what great cocksuckers they turned out to be.

In the field of sex, however, Bill’s father was less than proud of his son. He hadn’t wanted to pass his penile genes on, but it seemed, for the first fifteen years of Bill’s life, that he would be forever known as Little Willy. Bill’s father had asked all of Bill’s sisters to help Bill out, to make his penis bigger, but the stretchings were painful. When Bill’s father found out what they were doing to poor Bill’s member, he gave them all the biggest spankings of their lives, and told them that what he had wanted them to do was suck Bill’s dick to make it grow, not pull it.

So from the age of eight to fifteen, Bill got head from his sisters everyday, in hopes that his penis would get bigger. His erections were tiny, no bigger than an inch, and having not entered puberty, he never got off to his sisters’ attempts to pleasure him, although he enjoyed the warm, moist feeling of his dick in their mouths, the tongues of his sisters rolling over his cock, the very look of it, the smell of it, the way they put all their efforts into pleasuring him instead of torturing him. He loved it, but he could not spew the cum he had seen his father unload.

Bill was a late bloomer, and did not hit puberty until he was fifteen. He worried that his dick would be small forever, and his body was also not fit at the time for farm work, like the other boys were. The other boys teased him because he was so small, and when a couple of his sisters let it slip that his dick was small, the other boys teased him for that, too.

But when he did finally hit puberty, people had to watch out. Between his fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, it all came at once. Bill grew to a stunning seven feet even, with a size 25 1/2 shoe. His dick became his shoe size in inches when it was solid, over 6 inches thick, and he had immense testes to keep the proportions looking natural. His sex drive succeeded his old man by eight times, so he needed to shoot a shot glass’ worth of semen every half hour, and had over 15 wet dreams a night. If he wasn’t feeding his sisters or his mother with his man-juice, he was pouring it into a bucket. If he didn’t get it out, his testes would become quite painful, as if someone had kicked him, and so he was always masturbating.

Now, the last funny thing about Bill’s penis, that the whole town thought was spectacular, was that Bill couldn’t lose his erection. Bill knew it was a curse, not a blessing like all of the other menfolk thought. He got in trouble when he exposed himself in public, and he exposed himself so he wouldn’t cream in his pants, so it wasn’t really his fault. Girls would help him out when they could, supplying their hands to give his a rest. They couldn’t fit his monstrous cock in their mouths, and just about all of the girls were afraid to try to put it anywhere else. It was all just the same for Bill, because he was raised not to stick it in a Homegrown Southern Comfort Cunt unless it was his wedding night, and only queers fucked assholes.

His courtships never lasted because his girlfriends were just too intimidated. They got too tired out from keeping the stream flowing for him, and they couldn’t get anything in return. And although his girlfriends never lasted more than a fortnight, he had a great many of them, each hoping to tame Big Willy’s Big Willy.

In fact, the very same boys who had teased him before puberty were intimated by his size now, and jealous of his dick. Only Bill knew that it was nothing to be jealous about.

When Bill had hit his growth spurt, he had twenty-nine sisters, and his mother was pregnant with number thirty. Bill’s father never had another boy, and when Bill finally hit that confusing fact of life called puberty, Bill’s father couldn’t have been happier with any other son. Bill’s mother continued to have girls every year of her life until cervical cancer stopped her at the age of 63, 30 years after Bill’s miraculous boost.

But Bill’s father did notice the curse his son had, and how he couldn’t even get a blowjob from his sisters because of the immensity of his cock. His sisters would try, too: they would lick his shaft from end to end, but they couldn’t fit even so much as his head in their mouths, and he often wished he could be young again to feel that damp environment engulfing his dick, and he knew that he could never feel that again. Bill’s father had sympathy for him, and so taught him how to fuck a pig if he ever wanted something else that a thousand girls just couldn’t give him. Bill enjoyed it for a time, but soon found it to be a very shameful act, and only did it when he felt his worst depression. Once in a blue moon he would just spend the night in the barn, pleasuring pig after pig, feeling so sorry for himself.

He tried farmwork for a time, but simply couldn’t work for too long before he had to stop and masturbate. Neil and Bob, the two men who owned the general store in town, let him work at the cash register, as long as he promised to keep his penis hidden behind the counter, where the decent women and children couldn’t see.

And so Bill worked at Neil ‘n’ Bob’s General Store, and received a decent sum for his work until he was eighteen, when one day life changed drastically for Bill.

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Bill was working the register as usual that day. It was a Wednesday. Bill looked forward to Wednesdays, because it was payday, and he could take his paycheck and go to the city with his father, where they would go to the bank just before it closed (Bill would stay in the car), and Bill’s father would turn the check into cash. Bill’s father would take a bit of it to go towards the homestead, and the rest went into the bank. Bill wanted to save up as much money as he could from working at the General Store so that one day he could have a doctor make his privates smaller. He had read in the porno mags that Neil let him have that some people thought their privates were too small, and doctors could make them bigger. Bill thought that if doctors could make them bigger, why not smaller, too?

He never told his father why he was saving up his money, because he knew his parents would disapprove. When Bill asked his parents about his package, they would say that God had a plan, and that he must always count his blessings. Yet every penny Bill put in that bank was one penny closer to being normal. Pennies were blessings to Bill.

Bill worked very hard. He was always helping out customers, telling them where certain items were in the store, always measuring out the deli meats and cheeses with precision, and always had a smile on his face, because he always felt like smiling when he was working. Every moment he worked was also another moment closer to being normal.

Mary Anne Margaret, Bill’s twenty-third sister from the top, was helping him today. She sat on his penis like a hobby-horse, her legs dangling over either side of it. She sat at the base, and stroked the top when her arms weren’t too tired. She didn’t wear panties under her dress because Bill said they made his dick itch, but Mary Anne Margaret liked it better that way anyway; if her vagina itched or her bum itched, she could wiggle around on Big Willy’s dick and scratch the itch that way. It was funny to Mary Anne Margaret that almost everytime she moved around to itch herself, her brother squirted his juice out. She could feel his juice as it traveled through his penis, both with her hands and with her thighs. And, when he squirted, his penis shook a bit, so it was like a ride to her.

Mary Anne Margaret was seven years old, and of course she insisted that she was seven and a half and closer to eight. To Bill, this meant that she was getting bigger, and soon Mary Anne Margaret would be too big to ride on his dick comfortably. His penis was strong, but not so strong that he could lift an eight-year-old girl for a long time without wincing. Soon she would have to be replaced by Bill’s twenty-fourth sister, Mary Anne Louise. But for now, Bill enjoyed spending his time with Mary Anne Margaret, because she was nice and sweet and very, very cute. He really enjoyed her softness, and the way she stroked his dick, and she was always happy to do what he asked. If he wanted her to lick it, she would ask how he would like to be licked.

But for the moment, Bill was happy to let Mary Anne Margaret ride his dick like a horsie. When she was on Bill’s cock, she was tall enough to greet the customers over the counter and help Bill count change. It was important that Mary Anne Margaret learn math, because she didn’t know what she wanted to do for work yet. Maybe she would work a register, too. She liked to do it, and count out change, and sometimes would do the entire transaction herself, even if it was a little slower than Bill could do. She was very handy, and Bill and Mary Anne Margaret liked each other a lot.

But what Bill liked the most about Mary Anne Margaret was the feeling of her legs wrapped around his dick, her cute little pussy sliding over it, and sometimes when Bill thought about it, he didn’t even need to touch his dick and he would cum. Bill came a lot more often now that Mary Anne Margaret was with him. He thought he liked her more than any of his other sisters so far, and if he decided to marry one of his sisters instead of a cousin, he might just marry Mary Anne Margaret.

Mary Anne Margaret had both hands around his dick, and stroked it, hoping Bill would cream again. She didn’t know why, but she liked things rubbing against her pussy, and when Bill’s cock shook and pulsed under it, she really liked it a lot.

Bill felt her small, smooth hands stroking his dick, and it didn’t take much for Bill to cum. Bill’s dick shot out a cannon blast, and another, and another, twenty or so huge shots of semen in all, which all went straight into a bucket under the counter for Bill to bring home after work and feed his sisters with. Mary Anne Margaret really liked the throbbing in Bill’s cock, so she kept trying to masturbate his huge dick with her tiny hands, getting his dick to jerk around at the end of it all by touching the big purple part at the top. She kind of bounced around, and the little jostles and jolts felt really funny on her pussy.

Just as Bill finished up for the umpteenth time that day, another customer came in.

“Good afternoon, Missus Lee!” Mary Anne Margaret shouted cheerfully.

“Afternoon, young missy,” Missus Lee said quickly in return, and went about her business in the store. Missus Lee was married to Mr. Lee, who was a descendant of General Lee, one of the best men who ever lived, and because of that, she was an awful snob. Most of Bill’s sisters hated her, but Mary Anne Margaret couldn’t hate anyone. That was another reason Bill like her so much.

When Missus Lee had gotten the items she needed, she went to the counter to pay.

As Mary Anne Margaret pressed buttons on the register, Missus Lee said to Bill, “I think you’re disgusting. Do you actually put that thing in your sisters?”

Missus Lee had never actually seen Bill’s member, but she had seen the bulge in his overalls.

“No, ma’am,” Bill said, hoping the talk would end there.

“Don’t you ‘Ma’am’ me. That’s not what I heard, young man. I just think about how painful it is on them. Don’t you see how painful it is? I’ll bet you like that, though.”

“No, Missus Lee,” Bill said, but nothing more.

“Here you go!” Mary Anne Margaret said cheerfully, and handed Missus Lee her change.

“How awful for you, little girl,” Missus Lee said, then gathered up her things and left quickly.

“What’s awful for me?” Mary Anne Margaret asked Bill, looking up at him.

“Nothing,” Bill said, “nothing is awful for you.” He kissed the top of her head, and ignored the fleeting thought of hurting his sister with his cock. “Okay, sport,” he said, “time to get down.”

“Okay,” Mary Anne Margaret said as Bill picked her up and set her on the floor.

“I need to you make me cum one more time before we leave, though, okay?”

“O-kay!” she said, nearly at eye level with Bill’s cock, and wrapped her hands around it again. She stuck her tongue out and licked his head, just the way he always liked. She licked the bottom of it first, right where the purple turned into skin, then quickly moved her tongue to the side and up over to the top of it. Next she put her lips to it, and sucked on the top of it like when she sucked soup from her bowl, making slurping sounds. She then licked the side of it like she was going to roll a cigarette, passing her tongue over the same area a bunch of times, then did the same for the other side.

“Okay…” Bill said, ready to cum. Mary Anne Margaret licked his pee-hole and then sucked at that like soup. Bill’s huge testes lifted, and his penis unloaded into his sister’s mouth. The cum flew to the back of her throat, then he shot out another load and her mouth got full. Mary Anne Margaret moved her mouth away, and he dumped the rest of his load in the bucket. Mary Anne Margaret swallowed what was in her mouth in three big gulps and one small one, then giggled. She liked to drink Bill’s cum. It wasn’t as salty as her daddy’s. It was actually very sweet, like some kind of candy. All of Bill’s sisters thought Bill’s juice tasted great, so it was really a treat for them when they got to drink it. Most of what was in the bucket would be given to the four babies to drink, because Bill’s daddy said it helped the babies grow.