Fruits can be very useful...FRESH FIGS (from the series

Fruits can be very useful... FRESH FIGS (from the series "Stories in the supermarket") Marcela lightly touched the fresh figs with the yolk of the fingers. He recreated himself for a few moments in his strange form, of such a color dark and so wrinkled, but with such an exquisite flavor. He chose a big one and sniffed it. He brought it to his lips and licked it. He raised his head and looked around. The supermarket seemed deserted at that time of the morning. evening. Normal, they were about to close. The only cashier had just checked out to the last customer and seemed overshadowed counting the money in the till. and he watchman on duty, only God knew where he was. Marcela thought she was alone. But he didn't care much either. She slowly raised her skirt, moving her hips in an oscillating rhythm, until almost exposing shaved sex, already hot and wet. I never wore panties. Why would I take them? With the fingers of one hand he held the upper lips and with The other took a fig, bit it, and while she chewed it, she rubbed the rest of the fruit through the clitoris. He felt an intense but fleeting pang of pleasure. Many seeds stuck to her vaginal lips and others lagged behind in the crotch curvature. He removed the remains of the fig and placed it back in the shelf, with the rest of the figs. He looked around and discovered a huge basket of grapes. AND He saw them in all shapes and colors... big, small, round, oval, grapes corinthian, reddish, green, purple. He took several short steps, without separating his thighs, trying to imagine the smell between sweet and salty that his sex. Fig juice mixed with Marcela juices. He stopped next to the grapes and leaning against a pile of stacked boxes, he closed his eyes as the juice mixture slid down between her thighs. He opened his legs and repeated the operation: while with a hand she helped herself open the opening of her pussy, with the other she chose blind the grapes and introduced them, little by little. Then he tried his luck with a large cluster that, when scratched, produced more pleasure. He pulled it lightly, taking it out and took it to his chest. mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked each and every one of the grapes that were dripping juice of fig and vaginal fluid. She squatted, legs wide open, and She began to extract grapes from the bunch and then put them into her vagina with a soft moan for grapes that sneaked inside. He raised his hand to pick up another bunch, but his fingers They collided with another type of fruit, large and firm. Strawberries. He took three, of the which went on to provide intimate company to the lucky grapes housed in their huge pussy. She reached for her purse, which was already up to her elbow, and rummaged through it. take out a hand mirror. Without changing his position, crouching, he placed the mirror between her legs, she opened her sex with her fingers and studied herself sincerely. More strawberries. I needed more strawberries. He grabbed a few more and repeated the ritual, but this time he brought his legs together a little more so that everything would mix well and, to perfect the work, he stuck two fingers in his own fruit, overflowing with juices, and she began to rub it while moving her hips gradually, faster and faster. He took out his fingers, very slowly, put them in his mouth and He sucked them hungrily. A thread of strawberry and grape porridge slipped down his chin, neck, the short corridor between her breasts, the warm belly, until returning to her pussy. He resumed his squatting posture and looked at his own sex, when through the mirror, right in the center of the hallway, he saw the Supermarket security guard. Marcela raised her ass until she pointed it at him, inviting him, insinuatingly, to look at her, to get closer, giving him to understand that it would be well received. But the boy didn't react. Then Marcela, without prior notice, He turned, standing up, and looked him straight in the eyes. Her lips, parted and stained with fruit, rehearsed a malicious smile. He groped for a kiwi, without stopping to look at it, he rubbed it generously for her sex and defiantly extended it to the clerk, who seemed frozen from print. Marcela put the kiwi to her lips, bit it and He sucked its juice 8 already mixed with the rest of the fruit salad formed in his crotch), while she dug her nails into the hairy skin of the kiwi, undoing it, allowing the green liquid to slide down his thin fingers. The wounded fruit was then introduced into the cave hungry for its sex, caressing her thighs where all kinds of juices were already dripping. The thirsty man took a hesitant step towards her. Marcela waited for him without haste. When they were at the same height she grabbed him by the hand. neck and forced him to kneel, pressing his face against his fruit. "I AM A WHOLE FRUIT IN ALL ITS VARIETIES." And the supermarket security guard ate his fruit, his Macedonia, as if he were starving. He devoured her with his tongue, with his lips and with teeth. He fed on Marcela's sex without leaving any remains of the fig, nor of the grapes, nor of the strawberries nor of the kiwi. ALIENA FROM THE VALLEY.