GROCERY STORE GIRL (a narrative poem by Stardust8937) Every year, Like a too hot God-damned, panting wild dog, the desert summer heat TRIPS me like Maca Root into changing pools of light, and cock-hardening,cock-sucking, ass-fucking, cunt-licking, pussy pounding, "Wanna' cum, Wanna' cum," primal, animal-screeching, howling, fucking need.
of LUST! Like my body is dreaming, and tossing and turning in that dream from sleeping on the wrong side of a bed filled with cracker crumbs-- and with my cock so hard and hot and spurting in my sleep as if I were still nineteen.
I wait below my house on a trail covered with desert brush, and finally see her mountain bike heading toward me. I'm like an undercover sex-cop on a vice probe, watching her pumping away on the red machine dressed in pink shorts and yellow halter. Oh my God, look at those eyes, flashing black as olives staring out from a green dinner salad.
I will surely eat you for dinner tonight, girl! What sand patch trail leading you here, filled with burrow weed, creosote bushes, mesquite, jumping cactus, and who the hell knows what?
Have you crashed into?--I want to ask her. Scratching your ankles and even up your thigh? Even the God-damned BUSHES trying to keep you FROM ME.
Lay next to me on this shaded patch of white sand. Lay here, where I've smoothed a heavy red blanket-- my green shirt, brown shorts, a large blue towel, one gallon of store-bought water-- and your favorite lube.
Lay next to my nakedness, I wash and lick the blood from your feet. Last summer and the summer before, even the summer before THAT, I told you of THIS BEAUTIFUL spot. I took you pictures, of this desert river bed, untouched by men, with soft white sand, shaded by Smoke trees.
This is a perfect ride for you from town, I told you many times.
Your passion was biking. The first time I'd seen you stocking cans of Campbell's soup, on your knees in the market, looking up at me as I paused my shopping to lock eyes with you and to WANT you so bad, so badly in my mind, your face turned red and you had to turn away.
Then every week I saw you, and talked with you, you knew what I wanted, and little by little, our talks became a secret way for you to cry to me of a sexless marriage and needs like mine. Always peaking in the heat of the interminable desert summer. YOU made crazy by the summer heat, searching for a hot stiff cock and warm hands to pet your slit, looking for a scorching mouth to taste your cunt and not be afraid to taste the salt of sweat, desert dust, and friction heat from your mountain bike ride from town.
Now, a little later, we lay, and I remove your scanty shorts and halter, and you curl into me as I slide my hands on your body and part your perfect slit for my tongue to probe, and then turn you to lick your asshole. You take my cock in your mouth and open wide until my balls rock against your chin, you open wide and feel the silky skin on the mushroom head of my cock slide against the back and top of your mouth I thrust into your fucking face-- your face fucking me, faster and faster you grasp my ass in your hands and moan softly in your throat as I fuck, fuck, fuck your pretty face.
Until I scream like a coyote on it's night time prowl and give cum up into your sucking baby lips.
You kiss me and I taste my cum then plunge my tongue deeply into your ass. Into your cunt. I lick the remaining blood from your legs, and lick on your bush smooth as silk, salty with sweat "Fuck my ass," you plead.
"Fuck me in the ass." My dick slides into you where you love it best and as you, on your hands and knees buck against me, I ride youand ride youand ride you until your throbbing ass clenches and spasms the mushroom head of my cock and your gurgling moans as you cum, make me cum and cum.
The LORD of LUST has taken us both again, and for a day or two, we can both sleep peacefully and dream of this white sand. Of our secret place. The end. by Stardust8937--10-02-10