It was 1976. Kelly was sixteen and got her first job working in the bakery/deli at the local grocery store. As she was still in high school she worked a variety of shifts after school, evenings, and on weekends. The job supplied a hideous smock as their uniform. Kelly wore her own jeans and T-shirt under the smock. The smocks were also cleaned by the store. There was a small breakroom in the back area where folks could store their jacket, purse, whatever, and that was where they would put on and take off their smocks.
Kelly reported to the deli manager, however she worked the morning through afternoon shift so Kelly didn’t work with her very often. At night, when Kelly mostly worked, the boss was the meat department manager. His name was Eugene, he went by Gene. He was a known figure in the community both from his work at the store where everyone shopped as well as his past as a farmer. His family was one of the larger farm families in the area and he had a common-to-that-town last name.
Gene seemed to be a very affable, outgoing, gregarious person. He was well-liked and a large man. Not fat, just big. His hands looked to be the size of a baseball mitt. He stood around six feet tall and was probably close to three hundred pounds of big ass farmer. Kelly didn’t know his age but guessed he was in his sixties.
Back when she was a teenager I used to tease Kelly by calling her a ‘pipsqueak.' She was a skinny little thing when we met. Kelly still had some growing to do before she hit her five-foot-two adult height. She weighed just over a hundred pounds and was all tit. She was wearing 32D bras at the time but they were way too small and her tits were spilling out over the top. Her long hair hung down to her butt, but for that job she kept it braided, swirled, and pinned on the top of her head.
All of the deli ‘girls’ were high school students and they were all known for being cute and outgoing. Getting hired for that position carried a bit of prestige at that age and at that school.
Kelly had only been there for a couple of weeks. She was working a closing shift (the store closed at 9 p.m.) and Gene was in charge. Kelly was lost in her own world when Gene came up behind her and used his ‘pointer’ fingers to give her a light jab in her ribs on both sides. Kelly squealed and jumped nearly a foot into the air.
That was Kelly. She was extremely ticklish and would make noise when startled. At that moment Gene named her “Squeaky.” It was a name that would stick with her for the several years that she worked at the store. Gene thought it was funny as hell to make Squeaky jump. From that point on, if working together, he would startle her at least once per shift, even in front of customers, and then have a big laugh.
But when it was just the two of them things slowly changed. It wasn't fingering to the ribs anymore. It became hands, his huge meaty paws, on her sides. His huge hands nearly covered her side torso from her waist to her boobs. Then it became that his hands would brush the bottom of her tits as he would lift them away. Then he would hold on while he got her reaction as she’d jump. Then it was his huge hands cupping her tits before he would release her.
Then, again, when they were alone closing (there were cashiers there but on the other end of the store and they reported to the night bookkeeper who worked in the office by them) he started to put his hands on her butt. Much of her closing job was bending over and into the refrigerated case to pull out the product to dispose of or store in coolers overnight. So, at closing, she was bent over, head in the cooler often.
His butt grabs were no longer to make her jump. He would firmly grip and fondle her butt cheeks. Her little ass filled her tight jeans to full but he would still try to spread her cheeks. He started to run a fat finger through her crotch before he would grip her ass.
Kelly kept all of this to herself. She knew it wasn’t right but he was in charge and she didn’t believe she could do anything about it. Over the months as this progressed Kelly had lost her virginity, had sex with me countless times, and even ended up having sex with other men at parties. Yes, she was drunk for some of that, but it felt different than this from Gene.
Nonetheless, Kelly had awakened sexually and was discovering she had a voracious appetite. In a way, she felt that Gene could tell she’d become a woman and that he somehow knew that she loved sex. He started teasing her about sex. He would bring me up and become gleeful when he’d say something crude about fucking that would make her blush.
One night changed everything. Kelly had finished her work and got Gene’s approval to punch out. She was in the breakroom, the door closed. Everyone knew that door closed was the sign someone was changing and you waited until the door was open to enter. Gene walked in on her. Kelly was pulling her smock over her head and neither heard nor saw him. The act of pulling the stupid thing over her head had it clinging to her T-shirt and it pulled her shirt up exposing her bra.
Gene sat on a chair around the small break table. Kelly squealed when she wrestled the smock off and saw him sitting there. She quickly pulled her shirt back down. Gene commented something to the effect that if the starving Africans ever saw her tits they would be all over her. Kelly was embarrassed by what he saw and the fact he was talking about her boobs. He asked her what size bra she wore.
Kelly, being Kelly, of course, remained nice and respectful. She not only told him 32D but went on to explain that they were getting too small and she needed to shop for larger ones. As the words were coming out of her mouth she wondered what in the hell was she saying?
“Let me see them.” It wasn’t really a request the way Kelly heard it. She slowly, reluctantly, pulled her T-shirt up to her chin. “Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see your tits.” Kelly felt like it was an out of body experience as she removed her shirt, turned away from him released the three hooks of her bra strap, dropped her bra into her hands, and turned facing Gene, her breasts exposed.
“Come here.” Kelly walked the four or five feet to stand directly in front of him. He placed his huge hands on each breast. His hands were so massive they pretty much covered them up. Then he rolled her nipples. Kelly’s body responded to the touch. She didn’t want to. This was wrong in every way and Kelly knew it. Yet, she loved having her nipples played with. Unwittingly, she moaned as he hardened her nipples.
Gene pulled her closer and moved his mouth from nipple to nipple. She expected him to be rougher yet he was surprisingly gentle. Kelly wanted her nipples to cut it out. Instead, they became rock hard and bright red. Gene started to nibble and drag his teeth on them. Kelly released a guttural sound that started in her vagina and came out of her throat.
Gene slipped a hand to her crotch and started rubbing her cunt through her jeans. Kelly felt her cunt start to pump out her lube. This went on for what seemed an eternity but was perhaps ten minutes. Kelly knew she was in trouble when he said “Fuck, are you ever wet! Your jeans are soaked!” She knew he was right. Her crotch was soaked. Gene rubbed her cunt harder. He sucked her nipples harder. Kelly involuntarily humped her pussy against his hand. She grabbed his head in her arms and pulled his face into her tits.
She felt it coming. She tried to make it stop but she couldn’t. And then she wanted it to happen. And boy did it ever. Kelly had a massive orgasm. She nearly fell over. Gene held her firmly as she continued to cum. Kelly’s cunt flushed a huge squirt into her jeans. Gene felt her crotch get suddenly hotter and wetter. He rubbed her even faster and Kelly came again, just seconds later. She’d cum so hard she thought she might pass out.
She didn’t hear him the first time. She did the second time. “Pull your pants down Squeaky.” Again, it clearly wasn’t a request. Kelly’s body had failed her morals at every turn. She no longer knew what to think? As if by rote she unbuttoned her 501 Levi’s and then tugged them down to mid-thigh.
Gene turned her so she faced the small table. His massive paw on her back told her to lean over the table. She was on her elbows, her head resting on her fists waiting for whatever was next. Gene slowly peeled her completely-soaked panties down to her jeans and pushed them both to her knees. “Fuck are you ever wet! You’re as nasty as I thought you were.”
Kelly’s head told her that she’d been right. Gene could see through her and knew she’d become wanton in her sexual desires. Squeaky jumped. Gene’s fat finger was rubbing through her sopping wet cunt hair and had found her vaginal opening. His finger felt like a cock as he entered her. He began stroking in her. Not slowly, but not quickly either. Kelly was softly moaning.
She swallowed the next squeal as he added a second fat finger to her cunt. The two of them together were fatter than my cock and almost as long. Kelly was fighting with her body. She was determined to get in control and not cum. She won that fight for several minutes.
Gene knew. “I’m going to make you cum Squeaky.” He picked up the pace. Kelly lost the battle. His rhythm brought her to orgasm minutes later. He fucked her even faster as she was cumming. It took her over the wall. She squirted all over his fat hand. She squirted so much that time she felt like she’d pissed herself. Kelly was moaning and groaning, yet doing her best to muffle the sound of her enjoying an orgasm.
Gene quietly grunted “Fuck yes…” as Kelly flooded his hand with her cum. He stood and dropped his trousers. Kelly turned and saw an ugly cock. It was shorter than mine, perhaps five and a half inches long. An ugly worm of a vein traversed its length. Kelly didn’t understand until much later that he was uncircumcised. He was fully erect and his head was out of his sheath but Kelly thought the whole thing was just ugly.
