In the produce section, Vivian insists on squeezing every single avocado before making a selection. "How can we maximize the ripeness of our choice, if we do not consider all the options?" She demands when you grow impatient.
"It doesn't matter," you insist. "Just pick one. Anyway, sometimes it's better if it's a little under-ripe..."
"Nnn," she purrs, disagreeing, but too focused on her task to respond intelligently.
You watch her bent over the case for a minute or two, the way her hands slowly work, the little furrow of her brow and the way she seems to be chewing on the inner wall of her left cheek. Feeling a sudden impulse, you saunter up behind her and rub her back. She startles.
"You were getting a little antsy in the car back there," you say, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "What's up with that?"
"I..." She looks up from the display case, and all around the produce section, afraid someone will see or overhear. "I was merely overheated."
"Overheated, huh?"
She gulps.
"Turn around," you say. She complies.
"Alabaster, this is not the proper place for-- for such things."
"It's fine. No one's looking." You also glance around, to confirm this. "Lift up your dress a little, huh?"
Her face is bright red and she's sweating worse than she was outside. She makes a series of mumbling little noises, clearly uncertain, but feeling temptation's call. Finally she squats, thin fingers reaching all the way down to her ankles, and grips the hem of her dress. As she rises, the dress follows. You can see her spindle-thin legs, the knees wobbling, and her cute white cotton panties. A bow on the waistband. And a small stain where the fabric describes a wonderful looking cleft.
"That's what I thought. Overheated..."
She stands there like that, exposed, waiting for instruction.
But you don't give her any instructions. You just take a step forward, and reach down, and grab her. No request for permission, no asking if she minds doing it in public. You squeeze hard, enjoying the soft give of her little cunt in your hand, separated only by the sticky cotton.
"Allllabasterrrr..." She whines, trying to keep her voice down.
You run your thumb back and forth as you hold her pussy, teasing her. She shivers all over and stares at the ground. She is a girl easily overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure between her legs.
"A-anyone... anyone could s-see us..." She tries to protest, even though her rational mind is quickly evaporating.
"It's fun, isn't it?" You grunt. You draw your hand up just enough to shove it down her waistband. Vivian is a tiny little girl and there's hardly any room for your adult-sized hand in her child-sized panties. The material strains and bulges and pinches against her thighs with the pressure of it, giving even her scrawny legs a pleasant little skindentation.
Your fingers find their target: Vivian's sticky, slimy little slit. This barely-there hole is wet for you even if its owner is scared. You hug Vivian to your body as you molest her. She balls up her fists, holding them to your torso to support herself. The dress falls back around her ankles, but with your forearm blocking it at the most crucial part, it's still obvious for anyone who might walk by, what you are doing to her. Leaning her head against you also, she closes her eyes and gives in to the sensation of your intruding digits.
"You need to work, too," you say.
She looks up at you, chin touching your chest, eyes big and round. "Work?"
"Play with my cock."
"Nnn~" There's that little moan of uncertainty again, but this time tinged by a shudder of lust. Haltingly, her hand unzips you and reaches in. Flattened palm of her hand inside your fly, she inexpertly rubs your cock, pressing it against your thigh for added pressure. It feels nice -- but you need to do something way naughtier, and riskier.
"Pull it out."
"Alabasterrr..."
"Do it."
She can't say no, especially when she's like this. When you get her cunt all hot, her prim and proper facade melts away. She's stupider for your dick than any girl you know.
You involuntarily hiss as your prick meets the air conditioning. Her little hand does not wrap fully around the shaft and only covers a small portion of its length. She stares down at it, at the angry red head with its big dollop of clear fluid already collecting on the tip. Her eyes are dewy with wonderment and lust as she slowly begins to jerk you off, getting your fuckmeat ready to ruin her. Still playing with her as well, you look up and survey your surroundings to make sure no one is looking. You're in the clear -- for now. But someone could still approach from any angle, and there would be no explaining this. To all the world it looks like you're violating a little girl right here in public, making her play with your leaky prick against her will.
You tilt her chin up and press your lips to hers. She gives in to the kiss, her breath hot and tasting of mint against your tongue. Her body thrums with pleasure and her cunt is making lewd noises against your digging, encircling fingers. As you pull away, a small bridge of saliva connects your lips, and her eyes are crossed, glazed over, distant. Like her sister, kissing riles her up.
You glance to the next display case over and get a wicked idea.
You haul Vivian over so you're between the two cases, practically pulling her by the pussy as if it's a handle. Unceremoniously now you tug her panties down, and she helpfully steps out of the legholes one at a time. You discard them, right there on the ground, not a care in the world.
"Hold your dress up again."
This time, her compliance is instant. She stands there with her hairless little cuntslit on view for the whole world, even going a little akimbo as if to maximize her exposure. At heart, Vivian is a pervert.
You grab a cucumber from the neighboring case and hold it up to her lips. "Suck on it," you instruct. Again, instant response: she wraps her lips around the cucumber without question and twirls her tongue around its circumference. You enjoy the sight of it and let her fellate it for a little while. You push it back and forth, past her lips and down deeper, to the back of her throat. It gags her. Even without your fingers on her genitals, this act of degradation keeps her exposed pussy dripping like a faucet, wet little trails running down the pale flesh of her legs, and plainly visible in the bright lights above. Her face is similarly wet as she coughs and sputters around the vegetable raping her throat. She stares into your eyes with utter adoration.
Satisfied that this is enough, you take the cucumber out of her mouth with a plop. She tries, just a bit, to follow it with her face, as if she doesn't want to stop blowing it. But she understands that you want to do something else now, and she won't contravene your will.
You push firmly on both her shoulders, lowering her so she's squatting. She keeps the hem of her dress in both hands, so her privates are still fully on view and accessible. Kneeling now yourself, you bring the cucumber up to her drenched pussy hole. This thing is about as big as your dick and the contrast to her little innie is hot. It looks like it would rip her apart if you tried to put it inside her. That thought makes your cock, still poking out freely, dribble. A thin strand of sticky precum drools from your rampant cock all the way down to the linoleum. Vivian can't help but coo at the sight.
You wiggle the cucumber a bit to find purchase against her cunthole. And then you shove it in -- all at once.
"Ghhh--!!" She gasps.
No mercy. You fuck her with it. Brutally and wantonly. You twist and corkscrew the cucumber inside her, make her feel every ridge and bump, bottoming it out time and time again at a frenzied pace. All she can do is squat there and try to endure the rough use. She lets her head droop and whinnies like a bitch in heat. Then soon enough she's cumming herself silly, her juices squirting all over the tile floor, making a puddle beneath her feet. Shamelessly, she reaches down and frigs her own clit to help her orgasm along, to rub even more cum out of her needy pussy. She's so greedy when you make her cum. She's a horny little slut for you.
Unable to take it anymore, you rip the cucumber from her and toss it aside. At the same time you push against her chest, knocking her to her back. Her face is caught between fear and thrill. You flip her over to her belly, hike her dress up so you can see her pussy from the rear, and the little pucker of her anus too. Right out in the open. The cold floor must be an awful shock on her skin because she gasps through gritted teeth. You don't care. You climb over top of her, lying on her -- mounting her. Her little butt rises a bit to meet you, but she can't manage much movement with your full weight oppressively bearing down on her. To add to the depravity you grab her about the neck, getting her in a headlock that gives you the leverage you need to really fucking pound her.
"Fuck... fuck..." you grunt, getting your cock in her. It's so fucking tight, and wet, and just as hot as the rest of her. That's Vivian: a tight little cunt.
Right there on the floor of the grocery store, you rape Vivian senseless, your bodies slapping loudly together.
Vivian, half choking, her face tomato red, manages in a pinched voiced: "rrr-- rrape mmmy wooombbb~~"
That's what you intend to do. You're going to rape her womb full of your dick milk and knock her up. The insane drive to mate with her, to fuck her pregnant, presses against your mind, and blots out all other thought. You need to seed her, to inseminate her. Right here, right now.
"Do you-- oh my god!"
An employee, some young teenager, probably a high schooler, walks around the display case and sees what's happening. She puts a hand to her mouth in shock. She stands frozen in place.
Grunting, you rise to your knees and pull Vivian with you so she's in the doggy position. Holding either of her wrists, you slam hard in and out of her vicelike pussy, making her flop like a ragdoll. Her face, a mask of sheer delirious pleasure -- eyes drooping, jaw drooping, entire face one big droop -- strands of spittle hanging between her teeth, tongue lolling out -- meets the eyes of this shocked employee, this member of the "lower class" she so derides.
"A-are you -- V-Vivian Darkbloom?" The girl asks.
"Nnmmmn..." she moans, a guttural, unintelligible noise from the back of her throat.
"She is," you say, clenching your jaw as you continue to rail her, approaching your climax. "And I'm about to blow my load up her."
The employee watches transfixed as you do exactly that. You let loose with a bellow, feel your nuts tighten, and spurt off inside of Vivian Darkbloom. Your cum marks her in her deepest recesses -- marks her as your property.
"Cummmmmm..." Vivian mumbles, fingers to her lips, still looking at the employee, too. "He's... he's... he's cummmminnnngggg..."
You finish squirting your sperm into her as the employee, stepping back, says: "I... I'll go get a mop..."
Vivian is always a little unfocused after getting fucked, but you have post-cum clarity and quickly do your best to make yourselves decent again. You shove your cock back in your pants and, with Vivian still lying on her belly on the floor, you put her panties back on for her. As you help her to her feet, her still unfocused eyes drift down and find the cucumber. She picks it up, stares at it, and then, with a shrug, she puts it back in the display case.
"Uh..."
"Thish item ish not on our lisht..." Vivian says, still slurring her speech a bit.
You find Whitney, quickly pass through checkout, and leave. The girl who saw you two must have been too shell-shocked to tattle. Or maybe she liked what she saw.
On the car ride back, Whitney can tell what happened. She's got the nose of a bloodhound, after all, and in any case, Vivian still has that dreamy, dopey, post-sex smile.
Vivian, in this state, is still pliant, and doesn't mind her sister's curious hands. "Can't believe you two horndogs," Whitney says in faux outrage. She hikes up Vivian's dress and mashes the cummy panties against her crotch, enjoying the wet and slimy feeling of it as your cum oozes from the pores of the cotton. "Right there in the store? Animals!"
Vivian nuzzles your neck as Whitney, cruising down the interstate, molests her little sister. Since Whitney's offering, you figure you may as well enjoy it too. You pull your hardening cock out, letting it jut between Vivian's thighs. Whitney, eyes only half on the road, pulls your cock so as to trap it between the ruined material of Vivian's panties and her messy hole. Then, hand on the outside, Whitney enjoys eliciting little pips and moans from the both of you as she presses her palm repeatedly against Vivian's crotch -- as she repeatedly presses your cock against Vivian's slick slit. Like this, she draws three or four little orgasms out of Vivian, her wetness making the entire car smell like sex, and permeating the bucket seat with her juices. And then soon enough, you're shooting off too, burying your nose in Vivian's hair, bucking your hips, as your pulsing cock blasts thick ropes of semen against Vivian's squelching cunt, and adds to the mess.
"You guys are crazy," Whitney laughs, pulling her hand away, licking it clean, and downshifting as she exits the interstate. "Do either of you ever get sick of cumming?"
"Never..." you grunt, still nuzzling the top of Vivian's head.
"Never..." Vivian agrees.
"Well -- me neither," says Whitney, with a sly wink.