Chapter 1

Story tags: bisexual, oral, orgasm, sex

I work as a checkout supervisor in a large chain grocery store. I had had a long career in manufacturing management, spending twenty years at a business owned by my in-laws. Due to some bad business decisions by my wife’s alcoholic mother and brother, we had to close the business. Soon after that, our marriage collapsed. To make a very long story short, my wife moved her boyfriend in and me out, and took everything but my clothes and my car.

I found myself in a crappy little apartment, working at a low-paying job, but I found that I was actually pretty happy. I enjoy the work and the people I work with. Many are very young, but I’ve always been bored by middle-aged people, preferring the energy of the young. Plus, women my own age (mid-forties) just don’t attract me.

Now that I’m single, I’ve had dates and flings with women between thirty and fifty years old. I’m often told that I don’t look anywhere near my age, and I try to keep fit, so I don’t have a lot of trouble attracting women, but I’ve found that young girls are what get my attention.

This story begins a few months ago. Three girls started working at the store as cashiers at about the same time, and each of them turned me on.

Carla was nineteen at the time, about 5’ 5”, with almost waist-length brown hair, almond-shaped come-fuck-me eyes, and 40DD tits on an otherwise trim frame. Everybody stares at her because of her huge rack, which can bother her, but when she goes out, she will sometimes wear a tight top or sweater that shows off all her assets. Amazingly, she hardly sags at all when she goes braless, probably because she’s young and an exercise freak.

Tanya was also nineteen, only 5’2”, with punk-cut jet black hair with highlights of silver, blue, pink, and blond. She has a very exotic appearance, being equal parts Black, Cherokee, Scandinavian, and Italian. When not dressed in her work uniform, she tends to wear jeans with “peek-a-boo” holes torn in them to show her tiny ass, and crop tops or tanks which show the often-erect nipples on her 32A tits.

Since Tanya only weighs 87 pounds, she can even wear naughty school girl outfits, and not really look very naughty until you spot her Monroe piercing, brow and lip rings, along with the “I’m up for anything” look on her face. If she had been a child of the ‘60’s or ‘70’s, she would have been a flowers-and-macrame hippie.

Julie was only eighteen when I first met her, but she may be the hottest of the three. She’s 5’ 6”, with highlighted wavy brown hair that just reaches her nipple-line. She has a 36C-23-35 body, full pouty lips, milky-white skin, and eyes that can make you melt. She looks like the high-school cheerleader whose image fuels every adolescent boy’s jerk fantasies.

Julie almost immediately started calling me Daddy, and she is a huge flirt. She knows very well how to use her charms to get men to do what she wants, even though she’s actually pretty innocent inside.

The three of them quickly became friends both inside and outside work. Tanya is something of a druggie and a confirmed bi-sexual. Carla is a party girl who likes to drink. Soon after we met, she confided in me that she was bi-curious. Julie just wants to have fun, and being the youngest of them, was easily influenced to try what the others liked. She told me that she had never thought about sex play with another girl, but one drunken game of truth or dare with the other two changed all that.

All three of them started flirting shamelessly with me, hugging me hello and goodbye each day, almost from the beginning. When I would have to squeeze next to them at their cash registers to help them with something, they would sometimes let a tit rest against my arm or back, or rub their asses against my crotch. I found the sensations delicious, but none of us allowed ourselves to show a reaction. Thank God for the clipboard I often have to carry which I sometimes use to cover the bulge in my pants. I forced myself to believe that it was all innocent and unavoidable, considering the tight confines of a busy grocery store checkstand.

Tanya’s parents were dead, Julie had never known who her father was, and Carla didn’t get along at all with her minister father. All three seemed to see me as a father-substitute, using me as a sounding board about their feelings, relationships, and dreams, asking me to help them understand their friends and families, and sometimes calling me at odd hours to cry on the phone about their teenage problems.

Julie was the first to carry it any further. She called me one evening and asked me to pick her up so we could drive around and talk. We drove aimlessly for awhile, and then took a walk in the park. She had cheered up a lot, and she gave me a big, full-body hug. I held her and nuzzled her hair. I was a little bit embarrassed, since I was sure she could feel me getting a hard-on, but she kept holding on.