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Bringing Home The Bacon.

Bringing Home The Bacon Jane Marsh selected two packages of bacon and added them to her cart. She pushed around the end of the isle and looked down the bread isle toward the check-out. The line was a mile long. With a little angry swish of her skirt, she added bread to her shopping cart and parked at the end of the line. While she waited, she noticed the cute black-haired kid, which she had seen before, working at the first check-out counter. He was bagging groceries and helping old women with their packages. Jane was 23 years old, that was very old in dog years. She resolved to somehow be in line for the first check-out when the time came. And she was. "Next," a middle aged man shouted from counter number three. Jane pushed slightly ahead and faked an ankle injury. She watched as the woman behind her quickly pushed past, then Jane quietly stood and headed for counter number one. Jane was a hot woman. Jane knew she was hot, she had been a hot woman since the age of 13. Jane was small, petite, with an absolutely killer figure. Jane was cute, cute as hell. But Jane had an illness which made her ugly. It was called marriage. She was married to a very large guy with a short temper, and most of the country in that area knew him. He had been the high school football hero, and was now the top mechanic at Weber's. "Paper or plastic?" Bobby asked. "Paper please, Bobby," she said in her sexiest voice. He looked at her in surprise, then shrugged his indifference. This angered her, but not enough to ignore Bobby. Bobby was hot and she like hot guys. "Coupons?" the gum chewing overweight woman at the check-out asked, looking from Bobby to Jane. "No," Jane said in disgust. Jane bent down and tried to pull a huge box of soda from the bottom of the cart. It appeared to be too large. She was aware of how her short, summer skirt slid up her legs, revealing her entire thighs right up to the her stocking tops. Many guys, and two women, also noticed. "Oh Bobby?" "Yes ma'am," he said, coming around the counter. He saw her dilemma, and her panties, and bent to help. It took him some time to get the box of coke from the cart to the counter. His eyes lingered on her legs, as she slowly stood with a grateful look. "Anything else?" he asked insolently. "God I wish," Jane said quickly. He returned to his bagging duties with a slight smile. "One hundred and sixty-seven dollars," the woman said as the rubber belt stopped moving. "My, that's a lot of groceries," Jane said, looking at the cart. "Should I help you to your car?" Bobby asked. "Yes, would you?" "Sure. I'll follow you," he said, grabbing the carts and heading for the door. He paused to allow Jane to pass. She pushed through the doors into the warm summer breeze. She started across the parking lot, with the rattle of shopping carts following her. As she turned toward the sidewalk, the carts stopped. She turned and looked at Bobby. "What's the matter?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer. "Where are you going?" he asked, still not moving. "My house. It's right down there, five houses down," she pointed down the street. "Hell, I'm supposed to be bagging," he said indecisively. "I'll give you a big tip," she said enticingly. A smile lit his face. He started forward, watching the sway of her hips. He liked the way the summer breeze occasionally blew up the back of her skirt. She had a really nice ass. "There it is," she said, pointing at the house ahead. She pressed a button on a keychain and the garage door opened. Good, he didn't have to pack the groceries up the stairs to the front door. He pushed the carts into the garage. She touched a switch and the lights came on, while the garage door closed behind them. She opened the inside door and motioned him forward. She smiled sweetly as he took just one cart and shoved it up the slight incline and inside the house. He followed her to the refrigerator, then stopped while she took out milk and began stacking it. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, waiting for her to empty the carts. As she opened the refrigerator and bent to stack boxes of milk on the bottom shelf, the light from the refrigerator made skirt transparent. He could see her ass through the material. His cock was hard and willing. It wanted to part those ass cheeks and fill her void with hot meat. Impulsively, he slid forward and dropped to his knees. She closed the refrigerator door, backing one step as she did so, placing her ass directly in front of his face. He put one hand on each of her hips and held them in place, while he pressed his nose against the material of her skirt and sniffed. He found the distinct aroma of pussy in the material of her skirt. His warm breath penetrated the material and heated up her ass and pussy. She gasped, holding on to the front of the refrigerator for support. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her face lit with a look of heavenly bliss. His hot mouth found the material of her pantied mound through the thin material and mouthed it. Jane shuddered, gasping for breath and holding the refrigerator door in a death grip. This was what she wanted, but Bobby didn't even have the decency to ask. She should be angry, but not before her knees became rigid again. At the moment they were water. Bobby pushed Jane forward until her cheek rested against the cold refrigerator door. With clumsy hands, he undid the clasp on her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. His hands found the top of her panties and pulled, leaving her ass naked. She stepped out of the panties and spread her legs wide. He opened his mouth and tried to inhale one of her tiny ass cheeks. She shuddered and moaned quietly, while trying to smash the door of the refrigerator in her clenching fingers. His mouth went to the other ass cheek, then he began licking her asshole with long, hard diligent strokes of his tongue. With her eyes tightly closed, Jane tried to endure the brutal pleasure emanating from her ass. She had never been reamed before. Harvey would have puked at the idea. Long ago he may have done it, but lately it was hard just getting him to fuck her. Things changed. Bobby reached Jane's pussy. Jane had a huge pussy, for such a tiny girl. It appeared to be cutting the lower half of her body in two. It was also hairy, if not scrupulously manicured. At the moment is was neatly shaved, leaving large dark lips on either side of her pussy. Some people found such a pussy sexy, while others liked a small delicate pussy. Bobby happened to like Jane's. It was the most fuckable pussy he had ever seen. With brutal hands, Bobby spun Jane around and pushed her up against the refrigerator. With her back to the refrigerator, she could look down and watch Bobby enjoying her pussy. It was wonderful. He leaned way down and tipped his mouth up, then sealed his mouth over her pussy from the side, while his hand held her stomach, pushing her against the refrigerator. She gasped and withered beneath the brutal hand and mouth. He was completely out of control. His only thoughts were for his own pleasure. But Jane didn't mind, his pleasure was giving her pleasure. Bobby took her right leg and lifted it, allowing it to rest on top of his left shoulder. This raised her pussy slightly, giving him better access to her womanhood. He ate eagerly, cruelly, without regards for her feelings. He ate because he wanted to taste her cunt, and to watch her wither under his control, not to provide her delight. Her feelings were secondary. "On the table," he said in a gruff voice, pulling away from her pussy. She obediently left the refrigerator and approached the table. He pushed her across it with one mighty shove. She fell with her body across the table, her feet still on the floor to support her weight. She looked over her shoulder and watched him dropping his pants. His cock sprang out, not a monstrous cock, but adequate for her needs. He approached with his cock in his hand and pressed it against her large pussy. She gasped as the tip found the proper insertion point and shoved up into her cunt. She gasped at the abrasive friction she felt inside her. Eventually, he pressed in and out a little until he lubricated his member with her fluids. "Oh yes, fuck me," Jane gasped. Bobby pounded away at her ass. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks, making a loud slapping sound that echoed through the kitchen. The wooden table squeaked under her weight, and his impetuous. She felt his hard cock sliding well up inside her, either due to her position, or because his cock had grown. Either way, it was wonderful, even though Bobby was brutal and thoughtless. His cock felt wonderful inside her loins. The hairs of his legs tickled the inside of her thighs. His hard hips pressed into her soft little ass, bouncing off it with each stroke. Taking dainty little puffs of breath, Jane clasped her hands in front of her, then grabbed the far end of the table to keep from being jolted so hard. The table was squeaking even louder. She was afraid that their love-making would collapse it. That would be hard to explain when Harvey got home. The smell of her sex would be easy to hide, she would cook fish for supper. "Oh yes, fuck me good," she cried, feeling the friction of his attack intensifying the fire in her loins. She was burning from her ass to her chest. He pounded away relentlessly, impaling her sweet, helpless ass with his long rigid pole. It was well-coated with her juices. They glistened in the afternoon light, coming in through the kitchen window. His balls swung beneath them, pounding repeatedly against her stiff clit and stimulating it. His rough hands were holding her tiny waist, helping to propel his hard groin forward, into her helpless ass. Bobby's breath came in long, easy gasps, like the breath of a long distance runner. His body hardly broke a sweat. He was not at all winded. His eyes were closed as he bit his lower lip and sank his manhood repeatedly into the older woman's sopping wet pussy. She was a good fuck, a very good fuck. "Oh my God," Jane gasped. "Oh Bobby, I'm coming," she hissed. "Let it happen. Don't worry about me, just let it happen," he said without opening his eyes. "Oh f... oh," she gasped, clinging to the edge of the table. "Oh Bobby..." she squealed as her pussy began exploding inside her. The fire between her legs spread throughout her body. Her pussy clenched his cock, which continued to slide in and out several times, before he stiffened and hissed behind her. She turned, looking over her shoulder, just as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy with molten heat. She moaned, enjoying this added thrill. Her pussy was starting to relax again. Many false tremors continued to spasm inside her, but her real orgasm was over. She grew aware of the vise-like grip of his fingers on her hips. If he was not careful, they would leave marks. If they did, Harvey would leave marks on him. "You're hurting," she gasped. His grip immediately relaxed. He humped lightly against her ass, until his orgasm finished. He pulled out reluctantly, and bent down to grab a roll of paper towels from the bag. He tore off one for himself, then handed one to Jane. "Don't worry about the carts," he said as he pulled up his pants, "just bring them back when you have time. I have to get back to the store." "I'll get your tip," Jane said, pulling on her panties. She suddenly felt shy, turning away as she dressed. Bobby watched with great interest. He accepted the 40 dollar tip, then turned toward the door. "Same time next week?" he asked happily. "Absolutely," she nodded with a quick smile. And so her weekly delivery boy left the house.