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 Judy Hill by Judy Hill.  [ Turkey - Part 2 ]

   This text is authored in English.  [ not American English ] It should be
noted that this will mean a few differences in spelling and punctuation. 
Notably punctuation is correctly placed outside of quotation marks , commas
revert to their correct usage and are interchangeable with the hyphen, more
than one person can speak in the same paragraph and there may even be the
odd use of the Oxford comma which should always be placed before the
conjunction ` and'!  I am confident that this will not prove too
challenging to users of the English Language.  [ JH - Authoress ]

   Socrates [ 469 - 399 BC ] once wrote, `A women for necessity, a boy for
pleasure, but a goat for ecstasy'

   Sunday morning we got up for a late breakfast by the pool.  The poolside
restaurant was open to non- residents and it did a good trade in English
style breakfasts.  We sat down and had ordered coffee and yoghurt when
Deniz appeared all smiles.  `Excuse me', he said to Tel, `but I would like
to ask your wife's opinion on a matter of taste.' Tel looked surprised and
Deniz challenged him as to why he should not think my opinions worthy. 
This provoked him into a broader smile as he explained to a bemused Deniz
that it was the thought of the English having a cuisine that had surprised
him and not his wish to consult me.  Honour satisfied I was escorted away
into the cooking area and beyond .  In fact we ended up at a storage
building screened off from the café terrace by a single line of tall bushes
on one side and a path leading to the beach on the other.

   If I was intrigued as to what he wanted to consult me on, I soon found
out.  Despite being less than 4 metres from the breakfast terrace, he put
me up against the wall, whipped my knickers down, unzipped his fly and
stuck his dick up me.  All this in well under ten seconds.  You cannot lead
a man on one night and then claim unwanted attention the next day, so
despite being very surprised I put my arms on his shoulders and adjusted my
position to suit his needs.  I wanted to know what he would he say if
guests or a family member came by ?  The thought, he told me, added to his
excitement.  Now I hadn't been fucked up against a wall since my teens, it
hadn't been great then and it wasn't now.  Nonetheless I played along with
his thrusting efforts until he came, copiously as always.  From a standing
start as it were - to finish was about 5 minutes and that included closing
his zipper and disappearing!  Sods law being what it is I could hear a
conversation coming down the path in the form of a middle aged couple.  I
relaxed back against the wall and tried to look nonchalant, as if I was
somehow scrutinising the bushes opposite me.  They both stared at me and I
ignored them being far to interested in the botany of the shrubs.  Then I
glanced down and saw that my knickers were round my ankles.  As they
disappeared, I heard the women bemoaning the state of Turkish toilets and
how she'd thought on more than one occasion it would be preferable to use
the shrubbery.  I was mortified!  My knickers being covered in red soil
dust I peeled them off and put then in the kitchen swill bin as I passed
through.

   By the time I reached Tel gravity had begun its inexorable work and I
was `well leaking' down the inside of my thighs.  Where you of assistance?,
he inquired, as I sat down.  I picked up one of his hands and shoved it
under my dress where it soon discovered a sticky, sopping wet, fanny.  `The
randy sod', he commented, `if you're going to expend all this energy I'd go
for the full breakfast tomorrow.  That will at least keep him busy in the
kitchen rather than in your knickers.' Now I didn't want a problem with
Deniz so after a few minutes of ruminating I told the other half , `I have
a cunning plan'.

   As an EU translator it is good practice before you work in any country
to research their culture.  This often avoids accidental insults by word or
deed, - it is also dam interesting.  I had remembered reading of the
tradition of fathers blooding their sons sexually with an older,
experienced woman.  In deeply rural villages in the early 20th Century
these were often `Dul Trajik' [ The tragic widows ] Village women who lost
their husbands young and were living alone.  It was an important and
honoured task usually arranged by a sons' mother and the granting of such a
favour by a widow was held in high esteem.  Why didn't I play the tragic
widow to Efe and Hasan , his eighteen year old sons?  I had already had an
impromptu foursome some 8 months earlier on a train journey into London. 
How much better to plan and enjoy one, let it serve a useful purpose,
introduce Tel to group sex, and give Deniz one more crack at me.  One he'd
have to look forward to rather than waylay me at breakfast.  After
explaining the logic of it, the social usefulness of it, not forgetting to
mention the sacrifice I would be making, Tel replied, ` watch you enjoy
yourself getting fucked by four guys ?  Yes, I might enjoy that.' It was
enough - I despatched him to see Deniz with the offer of a meal out that
night, at our expense.

   We had a long dinner despite the fact that I might have put our Turkish
guest through something of a heart stopping moment when I told him that Tel
knew all about our tryst of the previous night and the morning encounter.
Several stiff Irish whiskies later he had accepted my explanation of our
open relationship and love for each other.  He simply bemoaned a world full
of changes hat he did not understand, a world full of new ways.  I told him
not to be too bleak about it as he had got to shag me and not only would he
get a more leisurely chance but I could perhaps do him a favour as well. 
Then I explained about his sons and he could see the usefulness of it
particularly as he wasn't going to have to pay.  [ a more recent custom in
Turkey -and of course tragic widows in a booming 21st Century economy are
now in very short supply ] However there was a snag as his boys would
expect to send mobile phone pictures of their first conquest, both engaged
in & after the act !  This apparently was another new custom.  Whether true
or not { I fancied he wanted them ] I agreed to it.  As an added inducement
I suggested that if the apartment was to have a big enough bed he could
share me with Tel all night!  Since we were off next morning on a trip to
Pamukkale and Ephesus lasting 4 nights and would not be coming back until
the Friday evening, I told Deniz he would have to arrange everything.

   We were wallowing in the old, hot Roman bath at Pamukkale when my `phone
went.  It was a text from our Turkish friend - I still have it and quote it
exactly.  `Sons delighted is to be you.  They believe I have paid many
thousand Turkish lire to your husband .  Do not say to them this is
otherwise than so.  They are very proud of me fort his arrangement.  with
beautiful English woman.  They look forward very much to laying with you.
Eat well to get up to fill strength.  Typo or not - how apt I thought.  The
very idea of servicing the twins and then more made me so randy I had to
get back into the hot spring to cool off.  As chance would have it our
hotel near Ephesus put on a belly dancing evening which included the chance
for `us women' to be tutored in the art, don a costume and have a go.  I
have a great ass, almost flat belly, long legs and firm tits that can be
shaken Turkish style.  How good was I?  My 4 minutes saw 520 Lira stuffed
into my knickers and `bra.  [ £204 then ] In addition I got a number of
interesting offers and a fifty lire note stuck directly into my fanny slit
by a two fingered, slick moving American tourist.  The Lire paid for a
belly dancing outfit and a book on belly dancing workouts - unsurprisingly
in stock in the hotel shop.  I had thoughts of starting off our communal
event with a slightly amended costume and some erotic dancing.

   Once back Deniz called and most respectfully gave us a tour of his
chosen hotel apartment, discussed his preparations and enquired as to my
satisfaction.  He had provided two bedrooms but on seeing the main sitting
room had a short but adequate Chaise Longue, I told him that he and Tel
would be witnesses to them achieving manhood.  This was to avoid any
jealousy between the twins, avoid any misguided comment or competition
between them and so dad could witness his sons' rites of passage.  [ A 19th
Century tradition in high Turkish society ] I also thought it might turn on
my two older studs who were forbidden to touch me until we were alone
later. Sadly my idea of an erotic dance fell on death ears as Deniz pleaded
that I should wear my `suspenders & stockings' something he he'd only seen
the once and had already promised his sons I would wear!  On my own accord
I decided to go out shopping in Izmir and add a pure satin `Teddy'.  The
latter would avoid me having to wear knickers and then having to decide
which twin would get them.  [ Why do so many men want a women's knickers?
Is it as trophy or because they want to wear them later?  ] His last
request was that I should take control of his sons and make sure I climbed
on top, as he felt he might have mentioned this ` English' practice to them
as well.

   Tel and I arrived at the appointed time of 10pm with me considerably
overdressed including high heel shoes..  In my honour the poolside bar and
restaurant had closed early at nine sharp.  His daughter had been given the
day off and was having a sleep over with a friend in Izmir so the hotel was
virtually deserted.  The twins gave me an awestruck welcome and were
obviously nervous, but nonetheless gave me most respectful cheek kisses. 
Good quality iced champagne flowed and we all became better acquainted. 
After half an hour and to break the formality `mein host' announced he had
got a special film for us to, as the English say, `break the cold ices and
set a mood.'

   The men promptly found seats and a Turkish porn DVD started to play
complete with traditional wonky soundtrack.  The men were soon glued to it
and laughing.  Here I was in a room with four randy men who I was willingly
going to let fuck the ass of me and they were watching tack.  I exited
bedroom right and prepared myself.  When I re-entered I was in a sheer
satin teddy, suspenders, stockings and high heels.  My breasts were clearly
straining to be released as were my hard nipples, my fanny and slit were
clearly defined by the material as were the two sets of studs that resided
in the crutch, keeping it closed.  More!  I had that metaphorical itch
inside that only disappears when I'm truly fucked well.

   I turned off the TV and stood there.  Not a word was said.  I looked at
the twins and then chose Efe.  I pulled off his tea-shirt, his trainers,
before standing him up in just his shorts.  Pressing myself against him I
started to give him a long kiss, I could feel his physical reaction because
my belly got a couple of large stabs from a hard prick, but he didn't start
in on me at all.  I pulled away slightly and put his right hand on my left
tit before kissing him.  This time he responded better kissing me back, but
also squeezed my tit continually, like a bath sponge he was ringing out.  I
moved away again and smiling pulled down the strap on my teddy allowing my
left breast to fall out and placed his hand on it directly.  Again my belly
received a clear physical signal of his arousal but he still didn't make a
move.  I placed his other hand on my crutch where it fumbled to little
effect for the whole length of our next embrace.  I didn't want him to
loose face so I pulled away again and undid the studs in the crutch of my
teddy which left my fanny fully exposed.  Before we embraced this time I
separated two fingers on his right hand and placed them between my legs.  I
gave him another passionate embrace and when his digits found the right
spot adjusted my self so they slipped down towards my hole..  When they
found it I moved my hips and forced them into me, rewarding him with a loud
`mmmmm' of apparent satisfaction.  I used my hips to move his fingers in me
until he sort of got the idea.  With him taking over and becoming quite
responsive I eased into his shorts and laid my hand on a very thin but
long, hard prick.  As soon as I touched it the hand between my legs started
to finger fuck me at a more lively pace.  I eased it out into the open and
as I did so the `phone cameras flashed.  Playing with it and his balls got
it into a quite unique vertical position where it resiliently stood as if
glued to his body.  He was certainly ready for stage two.

   I disentangled us, removed his shorts and leading him to the
chaise-longue, sat him down.  I removed my teddy and leaving the room
staring only at my back & bum straddled him.  I grasped behind me for his
dick and fed it into the entrance to my hole and slipped its circumcised
tip just inside where I played with it.  I kept him in suspense for a good
couple of minutes before I slid down to his balls.  I rested there with him
fully inside again gyrating on, playing with it, before using his shoulders
to set up a rhythm.  I travelled its full length for a good few strokes
before he developed enough courage to grab my tits and pull them towards
him.  For the next five minutes I rested whilst he'd explored one with his
lips, and tongue, and at the time massaged the free one with his other
hand. His dick constantly danced inside me with little twitching movements
and as they became more frequent I realised he would soon be emptying his
scrotum into me, even if I just continued to sit on him.  I had to make him
look good for his dads sake so withdrawing my chest from his attention I
resumed my journey on his tool.  Within a couple of minutes he was pushing
up to meet me coming down, his breath was growing ever more ragged, so I
gave him verbal encouragement by issuing little moans of pleasure
interspersed with requests for him to let me have his cum.  He duly did!  I
had never taken a virgin before - it was like a hosepipe going off inside
me.  A huge warm jet hosed my insides, it didn't stop and restart, it just
continued.  It had to be a single cum of 6 seconds or more, its very length
made me tingle and gasp.  When it stopped I was so full I knew I was going
to leak big time.  I gave him a huge kiss and told him how wonderful it had
been and was about to climb off when without warning he gave me another
huge shot which made me jump.  This time I slowly slid up and down his
prick to see if he'd truly finished and getting no response I eased myself
off.  His pole however then sent another shot which splattered onto my
belly and pubes.  Thankfully that proved to be it.

   Hassan and dad begged me to sit down next to Efe, hold his prick with
one hand and open my legs.  Though reluctant I did - I am looking at the
picture of it onscreen as I type.  My belly and my pubes, have large
globules of his spunk on them.  My hole is ringed with frothy cum whilst
there is a good deal also flowing out in large quantities, much of which
has already pooled between my legs on the chaise longue.  Photo's over I
headed for the bathroom and a cleanout.

   Hasan was much more proactive and needed no initial encouragement.  Once
returned he quickly had me down on my back, legs open and his dick
curiously prodding just inside my hole, like it was suspicious of how deep
it might be.  To help him out I skewered myself on a shorter but much
fatter spear and kept him in there with my hands on his buttocks.  Once
released he hammered into me with no finesse but much apparent enjoyment.
He didn't last long and with me making the appropriate male ego boosting
noises, he shot into me.  Like his brother he had an unusual style of
cumming: long spurt, short spurt, pause, long spurt, short etc., This
pattern lasted a good sixty seconds until he shrank to a point where his
deflated spear exited by itself.  The next photo evidence has him standing
alongside me, my left hand holding his prick, with my open legs show ample
evidence of his efforts.  Needless to say - off I went to clean to clean up
again.
My return saw me sitting naked at the table enjoying a well earned glass
of champagne as the boys were being toasted not the least by themselves.  I
was soon whispering in Efe's ear asking if he had any particular thing he'd
like me to do for him.  His reply was to show me a picture on his `phone of
a woman being done doggy fashion.  I lead him back to the chaise longue and
kneeling along it positioned my hands on the closed end an wiggled my ass
at his end.  He took up the invitation and was soon sliding deeply in and
out banging my ass cheeks with his balls.  Efe was in no hurry to cum and
it was starting to be really quite pleasant when Hasan appeared at head
height, dick hard and waiving around my head.  His desire was clear so I
pulled it into my mouth.  In this way I kept them both occupied until I
knew I was going to climax myself.  As Efe further stoked this feeling I
let Hasan fall away.  With my low moans letting everybody know I was going
to cum I started bucking back to meet my ravager.  He came with me, phone
cameras flashed whilst his hose sprayed around my insides very pleasantly
indeed .  This photographic proof has me still on my hands and knees with
his dick facing the camera next to my ass and leaky fanny, its actually a
lot less crude than it sounds.  There is also one of me in the act with Efe

fully pounding away and my motion blurred tits swinging underneath me.

   Hasan quickly showed his desire to continue his oral so I sat him down
and leaning over went to a work with my mouth.  Personally I always prefer
to be fucked but I am very good at oral and after some dedicated work he
was ready to unload in my mouth.  His moaning and encouragements to me
brought out the phones once more, as they flashed - so he released,
splattering my throat, pallet, coating my tongue and even teeth.  Despite
the amount ejected I swallowed the lot and to his great pleasure continued
sucking him to the last drop.  Once more I left and returned - as cleaner
girl as you can without a douche.

   Over the next hour the twins were constantly stuck up me and each had me
again.  When Hasan and Effe had both finally climbed out from between my
legs I was as full as a girl can get!  Their last and spontaneous act was
to have a photo taken of them , one of them each side of me, my arms around
their shoulders, my legs held off the floor and apart, showing my fanny
actually dripping their spunk onto the tiles!  Proof perfect for their
mates.

   They left to clean up and shower in their own accommodation whilst I did
the same in this apartment.  I didn't bother getting dressed again but by
popular request refixed my girdle, suspenders and stockings.  I was quite
up to being shagged by my `men' providing I was in a soft, clean bed.  On
my invite they piled in to join me one on each side.  During the evening
both men had drunk a little to much and were now firm friends.  Laying on
my back between them it didn't take long for them to start to gently grope
me.  To make it communal I took their heads and lined them up with a nipple
each, they accepted.  Their hand both met as well as they both sought my
fanny.  At this point Tel grinned at me and politely said, `guests first'

   Deniz took up the offer and I turned to wards him.  I was soon relaxing
- enjoying his oral play on my tits, his finger on my button, and his hard
prick prodding my belly.  Unlike the twins I knew these two would be giving
me a good seeing to over as long as that took.  He slowly worked me over
gently making me feel I needed him inside me.  When I was ready I mounted
him and rode him hard.  When I came it was so good I had to stop and just
hold onto on him while my spasms subsided.  When my gasping had finished I
rode on servicing him until he came moaning so loudly I nearly put his hand
over his mouth so nobody outside would hear!  As ever he filled me and the
some.

   When I climbed off I took on Tel straight away.  All the evenings action
had made him as rock hard as I'd ever known so I took my time riding him,
stopping for him to enjoy my tits, even letting him leave marks on them to
`show his ownership'.  Then I fucked his brains out.  When he came, he
came, came, came.....  He'd found that fuck very special and it was good to
please him so much.  Both took me again missionary style before I
eventually fell asleep with them draped over different pieces of me.

   Sometime later I woke up facing Tel whilst a stiff object moved around
on my ass cheeks.  I'm not an anal fan so being proactive I adjusted my
position until our guests dick was able to find my hole and commit rear
entry.  He was in no hurry slowly screwing me.  His efforts however forced
me rhythmically into Tel who duly woke up.  He lay looking at me as I was
being fucked into him but I didn't see jealousy in his eyes just `love'.  I
took his head and put him on a nipple.  Being fucked from behind and sucked
from the front was not orgasmic but felt so, so good, I didn't want it to
end.  My guest however eventually felt the need to start literally fucking
the ass of me which reduced Tel to just holding my tits, but even this was
extremely pleasant.  As Deniz worked away I described what was happening to
hubby and when I knew he was going to cum I hugged Tel closely describing
how Deniz prick felt inside me, before adding a spurt by spurt description
of his cumming..  He loved it, his prick was rock hard and throbbing
against me.  Being held by someone you care for whilst another man fills
your insides is just physically and emotionally brilliant, try it girls!

   Deniz finished and I promptly reversed to give Tel access to me from
behind plus our guest free range on my tits.  Because I was already full
hubby needed to work harder in me to get some friction going and with each
piston like stroke I could feel spunk being forced out past his dicks
shaft. It was enjoyable and I wanted him to enjoy it.  Deniz now took a
hand literally.  Two of his fingers crossed my belly to my pubes, eased
themselves just above my clitoris and held there.  Now every time Tel
finished an ass slapping stroke the fingers brushed across my button and
back.  My tits being played with, a dick in me and my button getting
attention all just started coming together and I was off on one.  I made it
clear whatever happened they were not to stop until I said so!  I lasted
perhaps four minutes before a huge orgasm just engulfed me and had me
wailing in ecstasy, I just came and came, first in large waves and then in
ripples and all the time the boys kept going.  I was still experiencing an
occasional orgasmic aftershocks when El Tel burst inside.  His resulting
copious hot flood carried me away to yet another long but softer orgasm. 
Even after they stopped I was still coming down for a good 15 minutes .  I
have many good experiences since but that one remains up there as one of
the very best if not the best orgasm of my life

   For the rest of the night I slept between them full and contented.  In
the morning they both had their pleasure again and as Tel showered I Deniz
gave a good oral going over.  We left the apartment and returned to our own
room to pack as our Taxi to the airport was due at 2pm.  When it arrived
Deniz came to tell us.  We all said our farewells and Tel set off with the
first cases.  When he came back he found me astride our friend, knickers
stretched between my kneecaps and getting a finger fucking.  When he got
back from the second trip it was to see me climbing off with yet another
full fanny - it was too much.  He bent me over the chair Deniz had moved
onto and shagged me from behind whilst Deniz took out my tits for one last
oral session.  When we got to the taxi - the twins and a crowd of their
friends were there and they all clapped me as I got in.  The taxi driver
was impressed .  As we drove away he asked, ` Is you someone famous lady?'
`Yes', I said , `I think I might be with a certain local age group'.

   So perhaps Socrates was right.  Deniz had put me up against a wall for a
necessity, the boys had given me pleasure, but it was Tel and an old goat
that had certainly given me ecstasy!

   Epilogue: Two years later we got a text message out of the blue from
Deniz.  He was coming to London to visit his daughters potential in-laws.
Would we see him?  Of course we said yes and invited him to stay with us. I
spent the whole first night alone in bed with the old goat and got
pleasantly fucked.  The second night the two of them did a repeat
performance on me and it was every bit as good as I`d remembered!  I spent
the rest of the week between them holding onto one or the other being
regularly filled and fulfilled.  I loved every minute of it!  By the time
he left I found that I'd grown very fond of him and wondered if we would
ever see him again, but I needn't have worried, we were destined to meet
again, but that is another story.