Chesty Goes For Groceries Chesty Morgan was bent over the bananas at her local grocery store when suddenly a large pair of hands started squeezing her plump little ass through the thin cotton of her summer dress. Feeling the fingers dig into her fleshy rump, Chesty gasped and arched her back. Was there anyone else around? No, it was early in the morning, and she and the big hands were all alone amongst the pyramids of fresh vegetables and fruit. A little half whimpering sigh escaped her lips. The hands needed no more encouragement than that. Up went her skirt and smooth dexterous fingers hooked the sides of her frilly white lace panties. As they were briskly pulled down to her ankles, she felt hot breath on her exposed pussy, already moisting in response to such a naughty outrage. A tongue, large and wet parted her cunty lips. She gasped and tried to spread her legs, but her panties were now manacles. "Dear, dear! Look at those young people!" said a quavery female voice. Chesty jerked her head up from the bananas. The tongue was sucked away and the hands gripped her bottom hard. "I mean, look at that young tart!" Chesty swiveled her head this way and that, the hands kept her in place otherwise. Where was the voice coming from? Then she spotted the top a steel grey bun of hair, poking up from behind a vegetable display. "Dear, dear. Standing out on the street in a little plaid skirt that doesn't even cover her nethers! In my day she'd be arrested for prostitution. I suppose she's off to school. Shameful." Another female voice, out of sight, made a sound that was probably in agreement. The tongue resumed its lapping, trailing up and down her moist cunt, toying with her clit so deliciously that Chesty knew she was in the hands of a professional muff diver. "Goodness! She's offering herself up to that young hooligan like a rutting doe!" There was an excited grunt from her companion. To Chesty's distress, the tongue withdrew. That old bat better not have distracted him. "Oh my!" The bat continued. "Rubbing her bottom up and down on his--" There was an audible gulp. "His engorged pants!" From behind Chesty, there was the soft purr of a zipper. The old woman was sending the grocer out to `set a hose on those beastly animals', but Chesty didn't care. She bit her lip to stop from crying out as the smooth, swollen head of a giant prick parted her pussy and slithered into her. "Oooo! Is that a zucchini?" asked the old bat. "What a large and interesting shape! That must have been hand grown with lots of love!" The hands held Chesty's hips firmly as she was rhythmically fucked by the cock. She was so wet from the licking that she offered no resistance to the giant prong. "Oh my dear, you have juice dripping down your--" said the old woman. Chesty quivered with delight. The hands reached around and tugged on the laces of Chesty's bodice. His cock plunged deep into her as he stretched making her squeak. He tugged at the laces again, hungry. Chesty shoved her bottom back, plunging him even deeper into her vibrating pussy. The hands loosed the vexing knot of resistance. Chesty pushed again, feeling his toned stomach slap against her ass. Smack. Smack, smack! The hand jerked and the lace came free, the dress top burst open, and-- "Oh! Honey-dew melons!" said granny delightedly. The hands cupped Chesty's bouncing boobies, cups that overflowed with nubile fullness. "No, wait! I think these are casaba melons. How succulent!" Now Chesty was really being fucked. Hard, fast and deep. With each plunge the hands squeezed her knockers. Harder and harder. Tweaking her nipples. Oh god, oh god! She was going to start-- "Mmmmm milk! This comes from the healthiest cows! So productive!" enthused granny. Chesty let out a low mewl. She was going to, going to, going to... "It sounds like they have the cow out back." The companion laughed at this. She was going to come. Come hard and loud. What was she going to do? The cock was relentless. She was going to be loud! The hands came to her rescue. Suddenly there was a banana at her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and took it. Took it deep. But the hand had more in mind. Suddenly there was a banana at her bottom. She let out an indignant cry but the other banana was firmly lodged in her mouth. And anyways, what with the merciless dick fucking, her ass was all to eager to take the banana. It was too much. It was like being gang banged by a trio of vegetable fuck monsters. "Mmmm dear, dear. What's that wonderful smell?" asked the granny. "It reminds me of the old farm when I was a young girl. The animals were so frisky in the summer!" Chesty was frisky and fucked. Sucking hard on the banana, her pussy wetly glorping as the cock plunged in and out of her, and the other banana reaming out her beautiful bottom, she exploded in a twitching, thrashing, helpless orgasm. Her knockers bounced up and down in the piles of bananas. Her boobies battered yellow curved cocks. With a final sigh, the yellow pulp of banana drooling from her lips and cum running down the inside of her thighs, Chesty collapsed and briefly blacked out. ****** "Are you okay, honey?" asked a voice. Chesty's eyes popped open. Banana was smeared on her cheek. She was sticky elsewhere too. Quickly, she stood up, pushing her breasts back into her dress, and kicking her panties under the fruit cart. A short older woman was looking at her quizzically. Chesty grinned sheepishly and straighted her dress. "I-- I slipped trying to get a good banana," she said lamely. This wasn't the same woman, her hair was spiky short, not up in a bun. But more important, where was Hands Man? "I'm afraid he gone dear," said the old woman, grinning at Chesty. "Who?" asked Chesty, trying to casually lace up her bodice. "Darren, dear. I was talking to his grandmother while you and he were-- Examining bananas back here." "What--" Chesty tried to regain her composure. "I don't know what you mean!" "It's alright dear. I was awfully naughty with fruit when I was a young girl." Chesty shrugged, and tried to look mystified. "Oh, and dear," said the old woman with a grin. "You might want to take that banana out of your bottom before you go looking for him."