Later on, like a lot of teenagers did then, I found part time jobs to add to the merge pocket money we received, eventually finding one I loved in an old dusty bookshop in a narrow lane over the railway crossing. I was not allowed to serve but sorted books, putting them on the right shelf, dusting them and boxing up the old ones that were never likely to sell and I went for a couple of hours after school every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday while Saturday was a full half day from opening time until we closed for lunch. This job rapidly became the most wonderful time of my young life so far and the added bonus of being able to take any book I fancied home to read made it all the better. I was rummaging around in a dusty corner one Saturday, carefully dusting the old leather bound ones when I found a box that was well taped up and I put it to one side until I had finished and then without even thinking anything of it carefully undid it to see if there were any useful but forgotten volumes in it. I was in awe as the open lid revealed not books but old picture postcard sized photos and the first handful I looked at were of men and women indulging in every kind of sex one could imagine, some even colour tinted to enhance nipples, haloes, bell-ends and flesh, it was then bookman caught me with them. He looked flustered as he said that was were they were and he had forgotten them, adding that I was not really old enough yet to be looking at them and as I nearly broke into tears for doing wrong he immediately tried to calm me down as he took them off me. A little later he asked me how many times I had looked at them and still a little ashamed I coyly said only that once and I had never seen pictures like that before not realising that people would pose for ones like that . He laughed and told me there was a lot of money to be made from them and now there were books with photos like that and they cost pounds to buy. I laughed nervously remarking that I had never seen any on our shelves and he laughed fit to burst as he told me it was against the law to sell them and all shopkeepers were very careful who knew and I must never tell that I had seen pictures like that, reminding me that I was now part of business, so to speak, and would have to act very grown up over things like that.

We did not speak of it for a while and the box duly disappeared and in the end I innocently risked asking if it was lost again, he smiled and said it was safely locked away but if I was a good girl we would look at some of the pictures when we closed for lunch. I was both shocked and proud at the same time to think that he was even thinking that he would allow me to see them again and eagerly went to work to make the time pass quickly. He locked up, that being the sign that I was allowed in the sales counter area to finish my day off tidying round. He stopped me and went to a cupboard and took the recognisable box out, sorting through them and selecting what I supposed would be the least naughty ones. I was wrong and they showed adults having full sex and he slowly laid each one in front of me. He put the last one in front of me and only half exposed it as if he suddenly realised that he had picked a wrong one but as I looked more closely he took his hand away so that it was in full view. It showed a naked young woman with two men looking at her as she squatted and “peed” in front of them, she was as young as I had been when I did that and I went crimson. He noticed and I thought he was going to apologise and take it away but he calmly asked why I was blushing so much and caught by surprise I blurted out that was what rabbit man had liked doing and it had happened to me, going even redder as I realised what I had admitted to after all this time.

He calmed me down by saying it was alright as my secret was safe with him and he started to ask what had happened, wheedling the whole story out of me in just a few minutes and I saw a satisfied look spread across his face as I finished. I was quick to add that there had only ever been rabbit-man there and never anyone else and he smiled even more when I told him I had stopped going after a year or so. He took five or six more pictures out and this time, laid them all down in a long row so that I could see what was happening in all of them, my blush returned and I felt very hot and bothered as we both looked at them, he paying special attention to my body language as I devoured the action in them. This time as well as the young women the men were naked, their penises stiff and looking very big and as I gasped he laughed and told me that was what happened when men got excited. The girls were playing with them and even some had them in their mouths and for the first time I looked away with a squeal. He asked if I had done that and beetroot red now I quickly told him that I had never seen a mans penis and definitely had never been asked to do those things. He was now looking very seriously at me and said I must be honest with him and tell him if I would have done those things if had been asked. I could not look him in the eye and I was shaking with embarrassment as I only just nodded slightly in a yes, again blurting out that I had liked what he did so I would have done it if he had shown me how.

He did not give me time to settle myself and quickly took some more pictures out of the box and for the first time it dawned on my young brain that all this must have been carefully planed before hand, the fact that I had now confessed all an added bonus for him, as he showed me them. They showed men with the bell-end of their penises just inside the women and what I knew to be semen all round their cracks, the next half dozen was of women and hard fleshed men were half way in them and in the bottom corner of each picture there was a close up of their holes spread wide as the men fucked. I gasped and looked at him in disbelief and a broad smile spread across his face as he said that was probably what would have happened to me eventually if I had continued to visit the man. He suddenly changed and in a business like fashion cleared them away and told me it was time for me to go home and I was to remember to tell my parents that as it was a half term holiday the next week I would be helping with the stocktaking and would be at the shop most days. I was deep in thought all the way home, wondering if the girls had enjoyed what had happened to them but I did remember to tell my parents about my extra work.

My dad laughed and told me I would probably become a librarian when I left school as I seemed to love working with books, little did we know that in a couple of years time his prediction would come true. We were still open on the Monday and Tuesday and it was my job to make sure all the books were in the correct order on the shelves or in neat piles so that they could be counted easily as we were shutting all day on the Wednesday. Things went well and at lunch time he said we deserved a good break and we would count the special books afterwards to round off the day. I had not seen these before and most of them were in cellophane bags only showing the picture on the front and he told me that was so customers could not look at them without paying, then he showed me a few that were unwrapped. They were in full colour but in foreign languages and he laughed at my quizzical look, saying the men did not buy them to read but to get excited looking at the pictures. I had to laugh with him and as we were counting the box of the old photos I innocently asked if the girls liked what the men were doing to them and if it hurt them. This changed the tone and he was very serious when he said the men would never hurt the girls as it would make them stop letting them do things and I must remember that women liked sex just as much as men and their bodies had their own way of giving them pleasure.

Again I was confused and he leaned over and gently squeezed my breasts through my blouse, asking if that hurt and I had to say it did not. He boldly started to unbutton me and I did not complain so he slipped it off and then removed my bra and a man was looking at my fully developed breasts for the first time. He caressed them and made the nipples go hard, watching my haloes spread right across the front of them before sighing and telling me what a wonderful sight large tits like mine were on such a young woman. He went to them with his mouth and sucked on them while gently squeezing the flesh and as he nibbled the tips of my now rock hard points I felt tingles of pleasure go right to my tummy. He knew there would be no resistance from me now and stood me up and took my slacks and panties off, letting out a sigh as he looked at my naked body, and as I had only just started to grow pubic hair I was as still quite smooth and he smiled with approval. He sat me down and licked two of his fingers and opening my slit pushed them into me and it was his turn to look puzzled as I took them both and my tunnel easily stretched as he wriggled them inside me made me gasp and squirm as sticky liquid that I was making covered them and made my insides feel even nicer. He quietly said that the other man had done a good job and I was as ready now as I would ever be. I said nothing not really comprehending what he was saying but it felt even nicer when he played with the part I ‘peed’ from and it started to grow and go hard and he removed his fingers and looked at it as it peeked out from my gaping crack.

He seemed to be over the moon and smiled, saying that it was one of the biggest he had seen, telling me it was called a clitoris or love button and it was the part of me that got excited when I was having any form of sex and by the looks of it I would get lots of pleasure when I had orgasms, again telling me what they were all about, promising me I was grown up enough now to start having them. I was intrigued and happily opened my legs wide as he went back to it and played with it again until it was hard and he told me it must be over an inch long and very fat now that it was swollen to the full and he could not wait to go between my legs again and this time sucked my long clitoris into his mouth massaging it with his lips and flicking his tongue on the hard button at its tip. I was in ecstasy and thought I must be having my first ever orgasm but when he came up for air he told me positively that it was to come yet and I would know when it did. It was my turn to laugh as I saw the big bulge in his trousers and he laughed with me, asking what I expected it to look like when he had been so excited by me. He slowly undid his trousers and opened them and out popped the first real cock I had ever seen, swelling and straightening as I looked at it until it was of a size that I never imagined one would be in real life.

He took time to show me how to masturbate his swollen tube of flesh, making sure I used long strokes so that his foreskin was fully stretched back to make the bell end swell and turn deep purple as the taught skin shone. I wondered what it would feel like to have a prick force the insides of a woman’s hole wide as it penetrated her and it excited me as I kept up my wanking of him until he stopped me with a quick word of warning saying he needed a rest. I just held on to it and it did not go down any and when he asked me to take it in my mouth and suck on it, I hesitated and he came so close that the tip of it was against my lips and I just licked it like I would an ice lolly before taking the head into my mouth and clamping my lips round the rim but only leaving it there for a minute or so before releasing it as I told him I did not like having it there. He did not seem to mind and so I eagerly went back to wanking his prick as he stood in front of me, enjoying every stroke as much as he was as I thought how easy it was to please a man even though it was my first time. He let out a long groan and flexed his knees so that he was level with my tits and I felt his meat throbbing and pulsing in my and then thick white semen exploded out of him and splashed over my naked flesh as he gasped with each spurt until his cock started to shrivel and told me how good it had felt. He took his time wiping me and I just sat and relived every moment of it and really did not want to when he said it was time for me to leave and for him to go back to work.

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