🌰 🧆Like a Ripe Fig🪻🫐

By Barclay Totten

Copyright ©2025

Lalla started to lead him up the stairs to her apartment when Jake noticed a burnoosed figure in the shadows toward the back wall. He was propped up against a pile of rugs but hunched over as though asleep. The hood of the burnoose was pulled down over his face with any distinguishable features hidden in darkness. 

"Who is that?" Jake queried as he stopped and turned around to look. 

"He is the guardian of the market," she replied.

"How can he guard? It looks like he is sleeping."

"He has excellent hearing. Anything that happens will wake him up."

"But we're talking, and he is still asleep."

"He knows we're here," she replied.

She turned and continued up the stairs, and Jake followed. As he went up, the tingling in his throat, the taste of hot pepper, and the desire returned. Against his highest resolve to end what had begun, he reached out and touched the hem of her burnoose. 

Instantly, Lalla turned as though he had touched her skin and looked at him with an equal resolve to consummate his intentions. "Wait," she said. And up the stairs, she went to the landing and her front door. After quickly opening the door, she walked in quick steps over to the futon where they first made love and sat down in her burnoose. She didn't take it off but pulled it up slowly while he stood there looking. The hem finally reached her crotch, and he could see her sex covered in curly black hair. She went down with one hand and began to massage her clit with a circular motion. Lying back, she gasped while throwing her head back.

"Help me, Jake," she said from the bottom of her throat.

"Yes," he agreed. Then Jake leaned down and placed his hands on her knees. While doing so, he began kneading her kneecaps while slowly moving down her thighs, continuing to knead as he went. Jake looked at her. Her eyes were intently taking in everything that he did.

So dark were her eyes that the pupil and iris became one, and in these dark pools of knowing, he was soaked in, in his entirety.

His thumbs slid into her groin. She started to whimper like a child about to be spanked. His thumbs revealed her juicy pink cleavage. He leaned over and used his tongue.

"Aywa," Lalla said and repeated it several times. He felt her warm liquid fill his mouth, the taste of pepper with a warm burning sensation, and the awakening of his genitals.

She reached down and pulled her knees back, making herself accessible. All Jake could see were genitalia, legs, burnoose, and face. His desire for her elixir dominated his thoughts.

Licks turned into sucks and whimpers into moans, and her juices flowed into and through him. 

He opened the labia like a ripe fig and penetrated her. She began a gentle rocking to counter the thrusts of his tongue. All the time, he became harder and harder. He felt his fluids running down his leg.

"Are you wet?" she said.

"Yes," he replied. Lalla reached into his pants and smeared his clear fluid over the gland that magically swelled. Jake stood there in wonder at the suddenness of his arousal.

He had to - he just had to take his pants down. He had to open his belt and push his jeans down. His lengthening dick was semi-firm. She looked at him with the intense expectations of a person who needed something done for them.

"Put it into me, love," Lalla said with eyes that intensely looked at his penis with the knowledge that it would soon, within seconds, be inside her. With that, he reached down, gathered some fluid from her vaginal area with his hands, and then spread it up and down his shaft, causing it to become ready.

"Ok," he said.

As her knees were brought around to both sides of her head, Lalla reached around to pull herself open. After stroking himself several more times, placing himself into her, and descending with his total weight, he penetrated her completely. He wrapped his arms around her legs, bringing his hands to the back of her head. She shifted her butt back and forth a little to create as deep a penetration as possible while looking into the eyes of her lover several inches from her own. Their lips met, and with passion, they took in each other's lips, resting momentarily in their deepness. 

Jake felt more stamina than he ever thought was possible. They began rhythmical thrusts. The weariness of the day disappeared from his mind. And he knew it was her nectar that made it possible. What kind of magical being was his consort? She certainly had powers of knowing that others didn't. And now, he the tourist - the would-be adventurer of the Sahara had become immeshed in a bonding relationship that imbedded him more deeply with every passing day.

Soon, Jake rolled back so that she was on top. Controlling depth and speed, she placed her hands on his shoulders and used a sort of butt twerk to knead him.

Alternating from fast bouncing to slow kneading, Lalla's breasts would bounce under the burnoose, and she would either stare at him or look at the ceiling - mouth open- whining. It took a lot for her to come. But when her yips turned into yelps and then loud moans, she made one last request.

"Fuck me like an animal, Jake." 

Not knowing why she wanted to change and not just come, he quietly said, "Ok," and watched her get off of him and position herself on her hands and knees.

"Fuck me like a dog," she said.

Confused by this request and not seeing her as anything even close to a dog or not having ever wanted to fuck a dog, Jake got up and placed his purple rigid cock at her entrance, and leaned forward. She immediately grunted a groan of joy.

"Fuck me like a bad doggie," she said. 

"What did she have with dogs?" Jake thought. He started hammering, and she reciprocated, all the while squealing in higher and higher tones, almost like a whelp's, until they both breathed the breath of fire and came. He had never come at the same time as his wife.

They both lay there exhausted. Jake slept. It was late in the Tunisian night, and his drugged state diminished to the point that he could sleep. "Does she control me now?" he thought.

"Has she got me hooked?" 

An uneasy feeling came over Jake that he was beginning to realize the extent of her power. How was he going to discover the truth of who she really was, where he fit into the picture, and, even more critically, how would he escape? The day had been longer than Jake ever imagined a day could be. His eyes closed almost involuntarily, and he went to sleep. He couldn't remember the last food or drink.

About Barclay Totten:

"Many years ago, I published poetry, but my focus is now on prose. I have previous work published in Bare Back Magazine. Currently, I host a short story collection at tottentales.wordpress.com."