I grew up as an emotionally immature kid, all the way through high school and into my freshman year of college. A child of divorce, with my mother struggling to raise 4 kids and a mountain of debt that my asshole father had left her, I didn’t get the normal social interactions most kids do. I spent all my time doing odd jobs around the neighborhood to help pay the bills. As soon as I was old enough to get a “real job”, I was working 30 hours a week at minimum wage, and every penny went to helping my mother.
Because of that, I hardly ever hung out with the guys or went on dates. Lord knows that girls didn’t flock to me, so I had very low self-esteem.
I made up for this lack of confidence by putting on a good show. My outward persona was loud and quick-witted, with plenty of smart-ass jokes and false bravado. But left alone with a female friend, I was painfully awkward.
I was well aware of the things that boys and girls did together, and I had my lowlife father to thank for that. During my court-ordered weekend visits with him, I discovered pornography. Dad kept a large stash of hard-core porn mags hidden away in his apartment, and it didn’t take me long to find them. In fact, every chance I would get, I stole them from him and brought them home with me. Those magazines fueled many a late-night expedition of self-discovery for an exceptionally horny teenager.
I should also mention that I grew up in the San Fernando Valley section of Los Angeles. Sometimes called the “San Pornando Valley”, it was, and still is the porn capital of the world.
After high school, I was lucky enough to receive state grants that allowed me to enroll in the only four-year university in the valley. In 1979, at the age of 19, I started my freshman year as a film and television production major, while continuing to work part-time as a stock boy at one of the high-end liquor and wine shops near the campus. Spending 30 hours a week slinging around beer kegs, cases of wine, and everything else you’d find in a place like that turned my doughy schoolboy physique into more of a hardbody than I’d ever had before. For the first time in my life, girls started to notice me. I was still painfully shy, but I began dating a “nice girl”. She was hyper-religious and not interested in fooling around. Our “sex life” consisted of some innocent kissing and me occasionally trying to grope her tiny breasts that were well hidden under layers of clothing.
A few months after I started working at the wine shop, they hired a new cashier, Tara. She was somewhat pretty, but not what you would call beautiful. Twenty-two years old, she had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair that she wore up in a ponytail, high cheekbones, and bluish-gray eyes along with full, lush lips. Where Tara really had it going on was her body. Slim, with a very nice, curvy ass and a wonderful set of DD tits stuffed into a push-up bra and straining to break free of her tight sweaters.
After a week or so, Tara began to feel more comfortable in the store, and that’s when her exhibitionist personality began to show up. She was flirtatious with the male customers, and when a good looking guy was at her register, she would “accidentally” drop his change or receipt, then make a show of bending over to pick it up, showing off her damn near perfect ass. She also had a raunchy sense of humor and would trade innuendo with Larry, the assistant manager or some of the sales vendors who visited the store.
I, of course, was too scared to fully join in, but my smart-ass alter ego did get in an occasional jab. Once, when I was bagging orders, I kidded her, “Hey Tara, how come you never drop MY receipts?”
“Your day will come”, she told me seductively, leaving me with a rising sensation in my jeans.
Tara talked a lot about how she was going to be a model and all of the casting calls she was going out on. I thought it was just more of her bullshit, but she insisted it wasn’t.
One day, not long after that, Tara showed up for work looking very different. She was dressed in her usual tight, low-cut sweater, showcasing her abundant breasts. But today, instead of her normal blue jeans, she wore a very short miniskirt and high heels. Her long legs were silky and bare and looked delicious. It was obvious a professional makeup artist had done her hair and face, and the results were stunning. She looked hot, sexy, and sultry, with red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. Her hair was styled to frame her face, and it really brought out her lips and cheekbones in a seductive way that absolutely screamed “fuck me." She was very excited and told us she’d just finished her first professional modeling job. This time, I believed her. She spent the entire shift talking about her day on the set and how much fun it was. She was even more flirty than usual and did her best to drive the male (and a few female) customers wild. At one point, she even called me over to her register and said, “Hey, Stuart, I dropped the receipt." Then she bent over and gave me a look at her magnificent ass. Her miniskirt hiked up and I was treated to a full view of a tiny thong that went up her crack and emerged just in time to (almost) cover up her pussy. She took her time to give me a nice, long look, and I could have sworn that her panties were wet. Tara stood up and saw that I had immediately popped a raging hard-on. She smiled and said, “I guess you’ll be thinking of me when you jack off tonight." I blushed and made an awkward excuse that I needed to stock the coldbox in order to get away.
From this point on, Tara made it her mission to drive me crazy as my own personal cock-tease. She would wait until I was kneeling down stocking shelves, then stand over me with her tits right in my face. She also made sure to lean over and give me a view of her ample cleavage whenever she could. Of course, I loved it. Of course, I was too timid to act on it. I was walking around the store in a constant state of hardness.
About a week after her modeling shoot, Tara came in one day with a large manila envelope. She invited Larry and me to the office and proudly announced that she had some of the photos from her portfolio. “Do you guys want to see them?”
Ummm…. YEAH!
She opened the envelope and showed us some very high-quality color prints of herself… and someone else. There was Tara, in a miniskirt, with another girl who was both stunningly beautiful and stunningly naked. As we moved through the stack of photos, Tara was wearing less and less of the outfit, until finally she was completely naked. It was basically a soft core porn session with the two girls. There was feigned touching going on, but never any actual contact.
“What do you think?” she asked us. “Totally fucking hot!” Larry answered. I managed to nod my approval and ran off to stock the coldbox before my cock split my pants open on the spot.
Later that night, business was exceptionally slow and Tara and I were hanging out by the registers. She asked me again what I thought of her photos, and in a rare moment of courage, I told her I thought they were beautiful. I also asked her why she would pose like that.
“Well, to be honest, it turns me on”, she said. “Knowing that a bunch of random guys are looking at me while pounding their meat is really fucking hot. Plus, they pay you for nude modeling, but there’s a lot more money if you’ll go further. Girl-Girl photos like those pay really well. I made more money for that four-hour session than I do in a week here.”
“So, are you going to do more of them?” I asked.
“If they’ll keep paying me, I’ll keep doing them.” Then she asked me, “What about you? How’s it going with the girlfriend?”
I hung my head in embarrassment. “We haven’t done much," I admitted. “In fact, we haven’t done anything.“
Tara was incredulous. “What? You’ve never fucked her?”
“Not her, or anyone else,” I answered meekly.
“Wow!” Tara said, laughing. “No wonder you’re always walking around here with that giant hard-on! How do you make it through the day without your balls exploding?!”
It was hard to determine which deflated faster, my ego or my cock. I slunk off to the stockroom, hid until closing time, and snuck out the back door.
I was off for the next couple of days, and I was really questioning whether I should even go back at all. But I needed to earn money, so I worked up the courage to face Tara again. When I showed up for work, Tara was already there, and it was obvious she’d done another modeling shoot that morning. Instead of her usual tight sweater and jeans, she was wearing a pair of white hot-pants, go-go boots and a tube top that struggled under the weight of her tits. She must have been wearing a half bra, because her huge, round nipples were plainly showing through the thin red material of the tube top. She again had the red lipstick and dark eyeshadow.
I spent most of the afternoon avoiding her, but during one busy period, I ended up bagging orders at her register. She leaned over and quietly told me, “I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I feel bad about embarrassing you.”
“Don’t worry about it," I mumbled. “I probably deserved it.”
After the rush died down, Larry came over. “Stu, take your dinner break. Tara, you go too. Be back in half an hour.“
I headed to the coldbox, where I kept my sack lunch. Tara followed me back and said, “C’mon, let’s go talk this out.’ I had no idea what she meant, but her outfit was fogging up my brain, so I followed her through the stockroom and into a small office in the back of the store that was used as a break room/lounge. It had a couple of chairs, a lunch table and an old couch in it. I sat on one of the chairs, and Tara sat on the couch.
“What is there to talk about?” I asked her, really not knowing where she was going.
“Are you really a virgin?” she asked. I nodded my head.
“Never been fucked, never a blowjob, never eaten a girl’s pussy?”
Again, I nodded my head. I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t even find words.
Tara stood up and took my hand. “Well, it’s time we changed that”, she said. My brain disengaged a couple of more notches.
Tara led me to the couch. She sat down but told me to keep standing. She reached up and started rubbing the front of my pants, squeezing my cock through the material. I immediately felt myself starting to harden, and my knees felt weak as she unbuckled my belt and opened my fly. My cock forced its way out, ballooning my underwear. There was already a large wet spot on my boxers where I had soaked them with my pre-cum. Tara didn’t pull them down, but instead put her hands on my thighs, then leaned in and put her hot mouth against my underwear, right over my throbbing cock head. She used her hot breath to get me even harder and licked at the wet spot on my boxers. After about thirty seconds of this, her hands slowly slid up my thighs and wrapped around my cock.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said in a throaty whisper. She pulled down my boxers, finally freeing my now rock-hard dick. Leaning back slightly to take in the full view, she smiled. “Wow, shy Stu has a pretty nice package there!”
My brain was still in a different world, and all I could manage to say was, “uhhhmmm….”
Tara then slowly opened her mouth and licked the large deposit of pre-cum on my deep purple mushroom head. It was the first time in my life that I felt a woman’s tongue on my cock, and I shuddered with pure pleasure at the feeling. Tara proceeded to run her tongue all the way around the rim of my cock head, then gently sucked it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the top and flicked it across the tip. At this point, I was reduced to incoherent moaning as I watched Tara giving me my first taste of oral pleasure.
She continued working the head for a couple of minutes, then let it go and started licking up and down the shaft. She cupped my balls in her left hand while stroking me with her right. I shuddered, and my knees started shaking again. Sensing that I was close to the point of no return, Tara backed off. “Not so fast, Stu," she purred, “I’ve got plans for you.”
Tara got up and had me lie down on the couch. She climbed on and positioned herself with her face between my legs. She leaned down and gave me the hot breath treatment again, this time on my scrotum, then started gently licking my balls, while slowly stroking my cock. This was another new sensation to me, and it’s safe to say I liked it. A lot. She sucked one of my testicles into her mouth and carefully swirled her tongue around it. A minute later, she switched her attention to my other testicle and gave it the same treatment.
I finally managed to find my voice. “Holy fuck, Tara! That feels so fucking good!”
Tara responded by moving up to my cock and started sucking again. This time, she moved beyond the head and took more and more of my shaft into her mouth. She kept at it, with each bob of her head taking in more and more. Before long, I could feel her lips pressing up against my balls. “I guess I can check my first deep throat off the to-do list”, I thought to myself. She didn’t choke or gag at all, even with my full length down her throat. Obviously, it wasn’t Tara’s first deep throat.
Tara again used her left hand to squeeze my balls, then gradually started speeding up her sucking until it was fast and furious. After a few minutes of this, I felt my knees going weak again and my balls tightening up as I was ready to blow my first load into a woman.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum!” I whispered loudly. Tara looked right into my eyes and just kept sucking. With one final giant shudder, I released my load deep into Tara’s throat. Stream after stream of my hot cum gushed into her mouth, filling it up and overflowing down my shaft and onto my balls. After one last convulsion, I was completely spent, and I had never felt better in my life.
Tara kept my cock in her mouth as I started to soften, then got up on her knees and climbed up to my face.
“Here comes the best part," she said, and she leaned in to kiss me. Her mouth was still full of my cum, and she forced her tongue into my mouth, spreading it all over my tongue. The warm, salty semen may have been the best thing I’d ever tasted, and I greedily swapped it back and forth with her. Eventually, we both swallowed it up. Tara then moved back down and lapped up all of the cum that had overflowed onto my balls.
The end result was that my cock immediately came back to life, ready for round two. Tara grabbed it again and started stroking, but my brain suddenly came back into focus, and I remembered where we were. “We’d better get back to work," I said. “It's been way more than half an hour. Larry’s going to wonder where we disappeared to.”
“Larry knows where we are”, Tara shot back. “He’s been back here more than a few times, too.”
I flushed red at that revelation. We both got dressed and headed back out to the store. I tried to look as natural as I could, but the glow I was feeling was unmistakable. Back at the registers, Larry gave me a knowing smirk.
“How was dinner, big guy?” he asked. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
“I think I’m gonna go stock the coldbox," I said.
As closing time approached, I made my way back to the registers.
“Hey Tara, thanks so much for that. It was the hottest night of my life."
Tara leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Oh, you’re not done yet. The hottest night of your life, and all I got was a mouthful of cum. I didn’t even get my pants off! You still owe me, and you’re gonna pay up!”
After closing, Tara told me to follow her to her apartment. “My roommate’s a bartender. She won’t be home until after 2 a.m. And you have work to do.“
END OF PART ONE
