The Day The Real World Knocked On My Door And I Grew Up

I grew up in the suburbs in comfort. Only when I got to college did I understand how much comfort. My family owned the furniture store in town, and some rent houses. During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years I worked at the store helping my mother with bookkeeping. I was a good girl, obedient and not interested in sex. Sex never got my attention, I was too busy with my life.

That summer there was a guy working for the store doing deliveries. He was also in college but older, he had been in the military for four years. He hit on me and my mother told me to keep him out of my life, he was only interested in sex, and he was from the working side of town. One afternoon I was back in the warehouse when he cornered me. He made me talk with him. I told him that I couldn't talk with the help.

What happened next changed my life. He called me a stuck up bitch. As if I was some high class type, when all I was was the daughter of a smut dealer. I must of had that look of an idiot, he realized I didn't know what he was talking about. He took me back to the back, out the back door to the garage for the delivery van. I didn't want to go but he hauled me by my arm. In the garage, behind a high shelf with boxes he showed me what the boxes had in them.

Porn, magazines and magazines of porn. In Dutch, German, Danish. Not centerfolds, this was sex, women with dicks in them, women with dicks in their mouth, women on their backs with their legs wide open, hairy, with gaping open pussies. And magazines of men, with other men, with dicks in their rear end. He forced me to see the magazines, he told me that he delivered the boxes to dealers in the factories part of town. My family sold porn, illegal porn from Europe. Not enough furniture to pay for my college, the money was porn.

I got fucked that afternoon, on my bed, while my mother was at the store. Mounted like a street dog, ejaculated into. When he got off of me, he held my legs up and open so he could see my butt hole. For the rest of the summer he sat me down and went through each page of a magazine, so I could see what real porn was, not Playboys or Hustlers, the real bad stuff. And he fucked me until I went along, spreading open like the girls in the magazines, the positions of the girls in the magazines, using mirrors to see myself and see my vagina with his dick in me. Lots of oral sex too.

By the time I returned to college I was most definitely not a virgin, I was experienced. I had had sex in every way. And as for him, he returned to his college, or more accurately trade school. He worked for my father part time, and I suppose he got a kick out of fucking his daughter. I married a doctor, he moved to California, and my parents ran their furniture store until they retired. The porn business lasted until the internet was too much competition. By then they had made more than enough money that it didn't matter.