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 Magda & the Shopkeeper

   The next Saturday Magda is up early to do her chores.  She cleans her
room, sweeps the front doorstep, and tidies up the small living room.  Her
mother calls from the kitchen.  'I need some things from the shop, will you
go and get them?' 'OK Mum!' she replies.  Armed with marks and a shopping
basket she trots off up the road to the village.

   In the field next to her house, a group of men are gathered around two
horses tethered to the fence.  As Magda approaches, she sees one of the men
lead a horse around in a circle, so that it approaches the other one from
the rear.  With a sudden movement, the horse rears up and mounts the other
one.  Magda gasps in surprise as she sees the stallion's penis.  It is at
least a metre long, black and rigid!  She stands motionless, eyes wide,
staring as the man guides the huge cock into the mares vulva.  The stallion
slides forward along the mare's back, snorting, eyes wide, nostrils flared
as he fucks his long cock into his new mate.

   The sound of laughter brings her attention to the group of men.  They
are all looking at her, laughing at the expression on her face, and her
obvious interest in the proceedings.

   'Not long now Magda!' one of the calls out.  'Soon be your turn...I'll
be yer stallion....just giv us a shout.' The group of men guffaw and laugh
even louder.  Magda runs up the street, her face burning with
embarrassment, images of the big cock disappearing into the mare bounce
around her mind.  An unfamiliar, but not unpleasant feeling in the pit of
her stomach reminds her of the feeling of the teacher's penis as she
watched it disappear into her yesterday.

   A small bell above the door tinkles as Magda enters the small village
shop.  'Hello young Magda, and what can I do for you today?' the middle
aged shopkeeper enquires of her.  She gives him the list her mother wrote
out, and he busies himself assembling the requested goods.  Magda wanders
around the small shop, examining some of the items on display.  The shop
keeper is looking at her.  She has seen other men looking at her before,
but has never thought why, until now.  Thanks to her teacher, she knows why
he is looking at her, and what he is thinking.

   'Couldn't give me a hand could you?  Need to get the needles from the
top shelf....bad leg won't let me climb the step ladder...' Magda climbs
the steps for him.  He holds the steps steady for her.  Her skirt is fairly
short and the shopkeepers face is just inches from her legs.  She can see
him looking up her skirt.  He asks her if she can get another item for him.
He is sweating and his face is pink.  Magda agrees, pretending to be
innocently helping out, but enjoying teasing the man.  She can see his
erection causing a bulge in his trousers.

   He is holding the steps on either side of her as she climbs down.  As
she reaches the bottom of the steps he has not moved.  She steps off the
ladder, backing into him and his hard cock.  He steps back with a grunt. 
He stares at her, and says, 'That's a very short skirt to be climbing
ladders in!' 'Could you see up it then?' 'Yes, and very nice too!  By the
way' he says more slowly, 'how would you like to pay for these things
Magda?' 'Mum gave me five marks, why?' 'How would you like to keep that
money for yourself?' 'How could I do that Sir?' She asks.  'Show me a
little more of what's under you skirt......  in the back store...' She
looks down at the bulge in his pants.  'I don't think Mum would like me to
do that...' she begins.  The shopkeeper interrupts her.  'Why not?  She
does!' Magda stares at him, shocked by the revelation.  'She does?' 'Sure
she does, and it's not just looking...she lets me do more than look...'
'Well....OK, but no touching, just looking!' She watches him as he locks
the shop door.  Taking her by the hand he leads her into the room at the
back.  The store room is full of boxes and sacks.  Magda leans against some
flour sacks and lifts up her skirt.  'I've already seen your knickers, I
want to see more.  Take them off,and that blouse too...show me properly!'
As she removes her shirt, he takes out his penis.  Shorter than Hans, but
to her surprise, much thicker.  They seem to come in all shapes and sizes.
He is slowly rubbing it with his right hand.  He watches her intently as
she lifts the hem of her chemise and pulls it over her head.  His lusting
eyes caress her pert nipples and sweep over her young breasts.  She can
almost feel them as they rove over her firm body.  Her eyes are equally
occupied with him.

   'Want to play with it?.  he asks.  'Why not kneel on the floor, get a
closer look...?' She does as he suggests.  His cock is just inches from her
face.  She reaches out for it, and closes her hand around it.  He takes a
deep breath.  Albert is not the only one who likes it massaged.  'Give it a
little kiss, pop it in your mouth and give it a suck.  That would be very
nice!' He pushes his trousers to the floor.  She is intrigued by the
thought.  Just what will men think of next Once again, she does as he asks
of her.  His penis is firm and fleshy in her mouth, stretching her jaws
wide open.  His hands are holding the sides of her head, gently moving it
back and forth.  She glances up, looking into his eyes as expressions of
ecstasy ripple across his features.

   'How about those knickers then?' he asks thickly, pulling his cock from
her mouth.  She stands up, letting his hands slide down the length of her
torso.  They each take in one of her small firm breasts on their journey to
the waist band of her knickers.  His thumbs hook the garment and pull them
down.  Despite her demand that there is 'no touching' she makes no
objection as he kneels before her and strips away the last of her clothing,
leaving her naked to his gaze.  His breathing is fast and shallow, his face
is flushed.  Beads of sweat glisten on his brow.  His hands now rest on her
hips and his face draws closer to her, nuzzling her pubic mound.  Her hands
fly to his temples, gripping him firmly as his tongue slides through her
wispy blonde pubic hair into her hot, moist slit.  It finds its objective,
her clitoris.

   She gasps in shock as the hot wet intruder caresses her button,
introducing her to a whole new dimension of pleasure.  In moments she is
working her hips against his face, with her hands clamping his head to her.
He is holding her buttocks, drawing her hips forward, his tongue finding
her hole; probing, licking its oozing juice.  Her gasping turns to moans,
and she leans back against the flour sacks.  His hands drop to grip the
back of her knees, easing her legs apart.  His tongue continues its
devastating exploration of her vagina.  She feels her legs being lifted and
she falls back over the sacks.  She offers no resistance as he lifts her
legs up and apart.  The tip of his thick member rests against her flooding
pussy, dripping semen between its pouting lips.

   Once again the stretching feeling as he pushes into her, his fat cock
sliding into her firm body, leaving a trail of sperm from her labia almost
to her cervix.  Immediately he begins to fuck her with short quick strokes,
his balls slapping against her backside.  In seconds he grunts and shoots
the contents of his bulging balls into her, the hot liquid bringing him
relief, and Magda frustration.  Her fingers seek out her clitoris.  Working
furiously they quickly bring an orgasm.

   The grocer watches in delight, holding his cock in her as she writhes in
ecstasy before him like a captured fish on an anglers hook.  She feels his
penis growing hard again inside her, and once more he begins to move in
her, his sliding cock extending the waves of her orgasm, bringing a
constant flow of pleasure to her loins.  Again his movements become more
urgent, his hips slamming against her, his semen once more jetting into her
receptive young body.  With a moan Magda relaxes as her orgasm ebbs.  The
shopkeeper runs his hands over her firm breasts for a final feel of this
young beauty.  His cock slips from her, a single drop of semen oozing from
it, bearing witness to his satisfaction.

   'My word, Magda, even more enthusiastic than Mum!  Must run in the
family.' He buttons his trousers.  'Feel free to come any time!' he laughs
at his own joke.  'I can see you're going to cost me a lot in groceries!'
Magda starts to dress as he returns to the shop.  She is fully clothed by
the time he returns.  He hands her the shopping basket .  'There you are my
dear!  And here's the change you can give to Mum.  Don't want her knowing
our little secret do we, eh?'

   Magda slips the change into her purse, the prospect of spending her
money a pleasant bonus.  Something else runs through her mind too....both
the teacher and the shopkeeper want to keep it all secret...her mind turns
over the possibilities!