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By Barclay Totten

Copyright ©2024


It was dark. Jake had forgotten how long it had been so. Gradually, the light disappeared into the darkness. The call of the muezzin at dusk still reverberated in his ears, falling as rain does upon good and evil. He thought that he might be evil and might be doing something secretly that might violate some religious code. He was not sure what code it was, but Lalla was also involved, and she, of course, knew much more than he about the consequences of what they were involved in, and she kept repeating that everything was going to be alright. She must know and didn't seem to be the type that would put herself at risk. But then again, she might. Many have put themselves at risk throughout history for the sake of a few hours of pleasure. Kingdoms had fallen, and decades of wars commenced over the acquisition of that which genitals desired. Fair Helen and Paris knew that. Men died for years, and Troy fell over the granting of her favors.


"I was hoping you would do that," Lalla smiled, opening her mouth and its newly moistened lips. She inhaled deeply as Jake continued to stroke her through the chiffon fabric.


Jake could feel his cock stiffen as she shifted her body to position both breasts before him.


He reached out, parted her gown, and brought them to his face, pulling her into a bent position. Caressing their sides, Jake snuggled his nose in between them. 


He held her breasts and rotated his thumbs on her nipples. Her tongue plunged down his throat with an in-and-out movement. "She's fucking my throat," Jake thought.


The wet, furry mound waited as Lalla allowed his fingers to run along her pursed lips and slip easily inside. She removed her tongue and placed her hands on his shoulders while rocking her pelvis to facilitate his fingerwork. Her head rolled back, and she moaned something in Arabic.


He had to be inside. Lalla stopped stroking him and held it firmly as she scooted forward. And in one up-and-down motion, Jake was in.


Momentarily, Lalla stopped moving. She looked intensely at Jake like a lioness looks briefly at her quarry that she has just brought down in the fields. Lalla swept off her coverlet in one coordinated and graceful motion and placed it on the table behind her. As she did this, her breasts gracefully rotated, and then, as she returned to face him, they swung back. She then placed a nipple near his mouth and said, "Suck me, Jake, suck me, please."


Both nipples were erect and moistened with a clear substance. Jake stuck out his tongue and licked. Yes, it was that same almond taste – again the heat at the base of the throat – again an intense sensation of body heat - again the desire to screw the living daylights out of Lalla.

Lalla looked into his eyes, mouth open in a high-pitched sound. He could swear she was calling him to battle with a zaghareet, like the Berber women warriors of long ago. In her eyes were raging anger, a relentless will, and the desire to conquer. He suddenly felt relief that he was not dead.


Her expression changed as she slowly climbed his shaft with each thrust. She threw her head back, looking toward the ceiling with a pure emotion of pleasure. He felt his face harden into an intense grimace. But no, it was the expression of joy caused by the tingling sensation in his cock. "Yes," Jake thought, "the ecstasy of love has the face of pain."


"Can you....?" Lalla said.


"What?" Jake replied.


"Put your dick in my ass?"


He had never fucked a woman in her ass and had never known a woman who liked it. But if she wanted it, he would try.


"Well, if you really...but…," he paused, embarrassed with exposing his sexual ignorance.


"Have you fucked like this?" she said.


"No, I…"


"I'll show you." 


Standing up, she moved the flowers off the table onto the stovetop and lay backward. She put her legs on Jake's shoulders.


I'll wet my fingers before I do it." Lalla took her middle finger and rubbed it over her labia until it glistened. She then easily inserted it into her anus and, while doing so, thrust it in and out. Her head went back on the table, and a groan opened her mouth. Jake saw in her the most incredible display. Eyes closed, mouth open, she tossed her head slowly back and forth.

"Now, wet your thumb and put it in," she instructed.


He took his thumb and stroked the erect clitoris, wetting it. When his thumb went in, Lalla's whole body shivered while she crooned little breathy squeals.


"Fuck me, Jake, fuck me," she pleaded. "Please, please put your cock in me," she breathlessly begged. She then wrapped her legs around Jake's waist, bringing him in closer to her. He quickly slid his dick along the labia, then inserted it in her ass.


"Aywa," she whimpered. Such joy was hers that tears appeared in her eyes.


"First slow," she asked. She grasped her breasts, rubbing the nipples with her thumbs while rotating them gently. Jake held her hips, which countered his thrusts.


"Oh, god, yes! Oh my god!" Jake began to echo. 


"Please, Jake, please come in my pussy."


"It's dangerous," he panted.


"It never bothers me."


"How can this be," he thought.


"Pleeeeease," she moaned beseechingly.


"This was no time to explain science," Jake thought and placed his cock in her. "This was like someone who likes their Guinness with a Harp topper," he thought. He felt freer to accelerate, and he immediately saw the wisdom in her decision. Within seconds, he could feel himself coming. Her breasts vibrated upon impact, her mouth open, breathing the breath of fire – eyes like burning saucers. Images of Guernica flashed in his mind - the dying horse's screaming tongue - the disemboweled cow mooing for the mercy that only death can give. Flailing, kicking, screaming monkeys with only one thing on their minds: when when, oh when would it happen again?


About Barclay Totten:

Many years ago, I published poetry, but my focus is now on prose. Currently, I host a short story collection at tottentales.wordpress.com.

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