Now, contrary to what people might expect, the behaviour of this older man and some would perhaps say predator, who had found a young and very willing learner did not go overboard and spoil it and he restricted my lessons to just Saturday lunch when we closed. Usually he would strip me, marvel at my growing tits, having them as an hors d’oeuvre before going between my legs and sucking and teasing my long clitoris to my first and now wonderfully regular orgasm, allowing me to cool down before working two fingers all round the inside of my vagina, speeding up the in and out motions of them until I squealed and writhed, panting with a second and even more intense climatic explosion. It was my turn then and with his trousers round his ankles he would enjoy my bringing him to full erection and slowly masturbate him until with long, loud and deep moans his semen would splash all over my heaving breasts.

It was a couple of months or so before there was a change to the routine, I hasten to add though that I was quite happy, in my naivety, to carry on in this vein indefinitely. I had just enjoyed my second orgasm with three of his fingers up me this time when he handed me a brown envelope, telling me I could keep it in my work cupboard for good if I showed him what was in it and told him what I thought. We were in the back room, as usual, and I emptied the contents onto the table, astounded when pages of pictures, obviously from a well worn and old magazine that had now fallen apart, tumbled out. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the photos of black men with massive pricks strewn all over the white tablecloth, making their darkness stand out even more, much to my joy. I eagerly picked each one up and displayed them for him asking if they were real, he laughing as he assured me that they were and what did I think of the sight. I was laughing as well by then and told him I would love to see one of those giants in the flesh, admitting that they were making my insides tingle just at the thought of them.

He struck while the iron was hot and for the first time he stripped naked, his cock already swollen hard and needing no preliminaries so I eagerly wanked it while I had another look at my pictures. I had no idea that he had planed this new twist to our fun even when he asked me to suck him, something he had done a couple of times before, but had not seemed to mind my refusal, having only had it in my mouth that one time. This time it was different though as he beseeched my to try it for a while and, fearful that my new treasures might be snatched away, knelt and took the swollen helmet between my lips. I knew he was highly aroused already as it twitched a couple of times and he pushed a couple of inches of shaft in as well, taking my hand off it and then moving it in and out so that I was taking up to half of it with his inward stroke and at last I wanked a cock with my mouth. He moaned loudly and asked me to suck while he did it and I soon found that it was quite nice to have this kind of power over him.

It kept twitching and after six more thrusts I was taking most of it and starting to really enjoy this new thing and started to suck harder every time he was in with almost all of his length. His body suddenly stiffened and as he moaned loudly his weapon started to pulse in the now familiar way and I knew he was peaking but before I could release him he thrust the last bit in me and his first spurt of thick cream shot down my throat and I involuntarily swallowed it. His prick kept jerking and pumping spunk and with a full mouth I spluttered and gagged, swallowing most but letting the rest leak out and dribble down my chin onto my tits. It seemed an eternity before he finished and came out and I just broke down and wept, slightly scared at what had happened, and my sobs continued even though he told me I would be alright and the semen would not hurt me. He took ages to calm me down and kept telling me again and again that he was sorry for loosing control as he had not meant to go that far. I was still distressed as he cleaned me and gave me a drink of watered down Brandy, promising not to do that again and as the liquid warmed my insides I managed a nervous giggle and my tears stopped.

I walked home with vivid thoughts of what had just happened, wondering if I had changed and passers by would know what I had done, still near to tears as I mused that the spunk, although thick and quite sticky had not had much of a taste and I was non the worst for wear for the considerable amount I had swallowed. Smiling to myself at last as I thought of my pictures locked in my cupboard and I suddenly snapped out of the doldrums and jauntily walked the rest of the way wondering what other titbits might come my way for just satisfying this mans sexual lust for my body. To say the next week was strained would be putting it mildly, there was no sex of any kind and I assumed that my employer was feeling somewhat ashamed for what had happened so I just went about my chores in a happy mood to show him that everything was ok. We were busy on the Saturday as most of the regulars came in to see if there were any bargains after the stock take and I knew he had only reduced the prices slightly but all the customers left looking happy and we were both smiling at a successful morning.

We had a slight lull just before lunch hour closing and it was then that he told me I should have a good think about being a full assistant now it was only a couple of weeks before my birthday and I would be leaving school at term end. He pointed out my wages would go up a bit and I would be expected to serve and look after the customers. I was happy and as it was near to locking up time I was tingling, hoping that he would round the day off by perhaps giving me an orgasm but I was disappointed as I went to lock up and a customer came to the door so I let him in they went into the back room, I recognised him as a regular and knew he was after a naughty book and was surprised when I was called into the private room.

I was told he had agreed to pretend to be my first customer and I was to look after him while bookman looked on. He selected the book from the pile and I duly put it into the standard brown paper bag, noting the price and the picture of the young girl taking cock. The man did not flinch when he saw me looking and said he liked those the best and bookman said he had made a good choice. I was getting a little hot and bothered by the men discussing sex in front of me so openly but knew I would have to get used to this sort of thing if I did work there permanently so I was determined to behave like an adult. I supposed it was natural in the back room that another book would be produced by the boss to try to boost sales and it was not wrapped and he opened it and put it on the table.

I went crimson when I saw a double page spread of two naked girls squatting and “peeing” in front of a group of men and now embarrassing memories flooded back. The man looked a little uneasy himself, perhaps thinking my blushes were for a different reason and it was book-man that calmed things down by openly admitting that I had often done that for a man when I was younger. There was an awkward silence until the new man quietly asked me if I had minded doing it, book-man chipping in by saying the man had always treated me well so I did it because it had excited him. I was being looked at in a new light by the new man and a low chuckle from the man behind me told me he was close and his hands came round and started to undo my buttons, dropping my dress and undoing my bra so that my breasts were on show. New-man licked his lips as my knickers were pulled down and a new pair of eyes were surveying my naked body, concentrating on my crack as a bucket was put in front of me and I knew what was expected from me.

I squatted awkwardly and book-man reached and parted my vulva, flicking at my clitoris, making it swell so that the gristly button came out from the hood. New man gasped and the two men discussed its size as if I was not there until his continued flicking at my love button caused me to dribble into the bucket. That satisfied both men and I was made to lay on the table with my legs bent and while new man played with my inch long clitoris book-man worked three fingers up me. I was soon writhing, panting and groaning as an orgasm erupted and made me squeal and buck on the table but both men kept up their manipulations and as tears ran down my cheeks my body refused to come down from the ecstasy it was going through. I screamed and begged the men to stop as I was frightened by what was happening to me and so at last they ceased and just stood watching me still shuddering with pleasure as at last I just enjoyed the sensations of slowly coming down from the heights. If I thought this new thing that had happened to me was the end I was mistaken as I saw book-man drop the others trousers to reveal an already stiff cock which he started to masturbate as the man stood close to me and gently kneaded my tits.

Obviously enjoying what was happening to him he was soon panting and moaning and his prick was only an inch from my still swollen clitoris as he ejaculated, shooting spunk over it and into my crack as book-man cried “yes, yes” His own trousers were down in a flash and he was between my legs, wanking himself furiously and within a minute a second stream of thick semen splashed into my vulva and hole as new-man spread it for him. I was very carefully washed and dried before I left the shop, still dazed by what had happened to me, wondering what the men were talking about now they were on their own. My Tuesday after school shift was a comedown as I half expected book-man to want some form of sex with me but all he did was talk about how much he and the new man had enjoyed themselves, noting how much my own satisfaction had increased. I went to my cupboard when it was time to go home and not only was there some money in it but a flat packet with some pills in it and as I queried it with my boss he smiled and told me that new-man had insisted that he gave me a present and the pills, they were for birth control and I was to take one a day so that if semen went into me I would not get pregnant.

I panicked over the whole month until my period and a relived book-man told me to make sure I took them from now on as they would be supplied to me by my new friend who was a chemist. For the next two weeks I sucked my boss a couple of times and had my reward of plenty of orgasms without any semen actually getting into my crack so all thoughts of what had happened on that day disappeared into the background……. Well folks that’s it for this part, there will be more soon and for those of you who like a laugh and can stand it I have a couple of albums in my profile page showing my fifty year old big tits and a very rare Polaroid shot of my love button from my early teens, join me there if you can stand it!!!!!

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