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 Judith Hill by Judith Hill.  [ Part 1 - Turkey

   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 ]

   I have always been a good looking woman - the sort you'd notice
immediately.  I have always had a great body - the sort men notice
immediately.  I have always been able to attract and tempt - making men and
some women desire me.  I have always been more sexually honest than most of
my gender - giving me problems with other women.  I have always been highly
sexed - and unashamedly, enjoy being so.  All these have been and remain a
blessing to me.

   Given the above and a sporadically veracious sexual appetite I was lucky
enough to meet and marry an intelligent, caring and understanding man.  One
who understood my needs, was well balanced and emotionally strong enough to
never be jealous or worry as to the opinions of others.  Terry knew I was
somewhat adventurous in regards to sex and that I would never be
monogamous. He has, over time, also come to derive some pleasure from being
a willing participant in some of my activities and I his.  This was his
first time!

   Being EU translators we had been on our first trip to Turkey working on
the ongoing discussions about their application to join the Community.  Our
work being finished we had taken a fortnights holiday and were staying in
the small seaside town of Turgutreis, some twelve miles from Izmir on the
Gulf of Marmaris.  It was a family managed hotel complex with some twenty
apartments, an outdoor restaurant, pool, bar and sun garden.  Being very
early season there were just two occupancies, ourselves and an old couple,
so the bar & pool area was virtually unused.

   The manager Deniz was most welcoming and on our second night invited us
to a family meal at his own poolside patio.  It turned out that he was a
fifty six years old widower his wife having died in childbirth.  Still he
was blessed with twin sons aged eighteen, plus a thirteen year old girl
named Tansu.  Efe and Hasan, were handsome, bronzed young men with very
firm bodies and large bulges in their shorts.  Every year they left their
rural village for six months to run the bar, outdoor restaurant and
apartments.  Deniz thought this would the boys last summer, what he and his
daughter would do the next year he didn't know.  It was, he told us a young
persons Turkey, with the new economic wealth everything was changing.  For
and old man with no other family the ending of the old ways meant he no
longer understood or knew his country.  This he called `Acı acı.  ( the
`bitter sorrow' )

   Despite being Muslim they all enjoyed alcohol and as the evening wore on
`dad' became ever more enamoured with my scantily covered, unfettered
breasts.  On more than one occasion as I leant over to reach something, I
though he'd fall down my cleavage.  His daughter who was having to cook and
serve at table clearly disapproved as she gave me some very sour looks. 
The boys also liked what they saw and I could see were clearly imagining
what they couldn't see.  The family spoke with a distinct Denizli dialect
not that I would have known, but my other half speaks no less than five
east European languages and Turkish as well!  Though he followed the
Turkish chat easily, he accidentally omitted to let on.

   The meal broke up late and it was 3am when we got to bed.  I told Tel
that there was no doubt that Deniz and the twins had had their tongues
hanging out.  He revealed that the boy's conversation had been extremely
crude especially when competing with each other as to how they would fuck
me.  Simply put they were all for shagging the ass of me missionary style,
then doggy style and then have me suck them off.  At one stage in the
evening their dad had become quiet angry with them.  It hadn't escaped my
attention.  Had he told them off for being crude ?  No!  - instead he'd
told them that being ` Bakire'[ not experienced / virgins ] they had no
idea about women.  He would take time with me.  First I would `delight' on
his fingers, next his tongue would have me shuddering with the pleasure of
anticipating his `Mizrack' [ long lance ].  This would thrust me into
ecstasy and I would not be long in begging for his `Büyük hediyelik,' [
great gift ] which would, when I had honoured him enough - flow into me. 
He had also boasted that after this he would further reward me by bringing
his gift to all my orifices, each one of which could be pleasured in ways
unspecified!  I have to say that as hot as his sons looked it was Dads
reported little speech that made me feel as randy as hell.  I told Tel that
if the old goat could fuck half as well as he talked then I really would be
interested, despite his age.  As by this time I was on top of the other
half, fully impaled on his dick, he was inclined to go along with the idea.
I asked him how excited he would be to know I was being fucked by an old
man.  Knowing I would be returning to with somebody else's spunk in me. 
Knowing he would be sticking his own dick into an orifice recently used and
filled by another man?  Though he didn't reply his dick grew rock hard and
he absolutely flooded my insides.

   For the next two days at the hotel I was either in a bikini or very
skimpy clothing.  By day three I was sunbathing topless by the pool, next
to the sign that said, `topless sunbathing strictly prohibited'.  Neither
Deniz nor his sons did anything to stop me though his daughter pointedly
glared at me on several occasions.  By day four I was also sunbathing on
our own large balcony completely nude.  Maintenance on the two floors of
apartments opposite ours seemed to be something that the twins and dad
needed to undertake with a surprising frequency.

   On our first Saturday I told Tel that I was going to arrange Deniz's
night `of shocking holy sin' for that evening.  We had been invited to eat
with the family at 8pm.  After the meal, with the boys departed to a night
out in Izmir , Tel and I stayed on drinking.  Deniz plied us with copious
alcoholic specialities, nearly all of which finished up in the plant trough
next to us .  By 11pm his daughter had gone off to bed, by 11.30 hubby had
feigned tiredness and excused himself as well.  Deniz was delighted to have
me to himself.  He laid his loneliness on sickly thick, his compliments
about my figure thicker still, particularly with regard to my breasts and
long legs.  With a little encouragement I stood up and twirled my short
skirt to show them off, whilst at the same time briefly revealing my powder
blue knickers, suspenders and stockings.  The effect on him was electric,
in fact he audibly gasped.  When I sat down again he reached over and
dramatically grasped my hands and named me `his beautiful lady'.  To
continue in a sexual vein I told him that I had heard that most Turkish men
were said to be expert lovers.  I had also heard that they used techniques
based on the 5000 year old book, `The Tao of Love Coupling'.  * [ This was
written by Huang Ti, Emperor of China in approx 2578 BC.  ] Allegedly the
book had one technique that in Turkish was called the ` three blessings',
but with no Turkish I hadn't been able to find out exactly what this was. I
asked him if he knew of it ?  He probably didn't - but as I expected he
claimed it was a work well known to him

   Alas it turned out that as an older man he had nobody to bestow such
blessings on.  At this point I accidentally spilt my red wine over my white
shirt and right breast.  Without thinking he grabbed a serviette and
started dabbing my breast and undoing my buttons.  When he breached the
third, the shirt fell open revealing my taut, round breasts, complete with
erect nipples,.  He hadn't expected that I would have no `bra and even
whilst still patting my right tit he was manoeuvring it with his other
hand. Suddenly realising what he was doing he quickly pulled away,
spluttering apologies.  I got up and took the shirt off and asked if I
could use the small sink in the poolside bar to soak it.  He agreed and for
a good few minutes I stood there washing and putting my shirt to soak,
breasts fully on show.  `You are', he told me, almost with a sigh, `a very
beautiful women......  if I were only younger man!'.

   In response I felt such sudden sadness that I walked over to him, sank
onto his lap and guided his head to a nipple.  He took it gently and was
soon sucking my breast, nor was it long before a hand found its way between
my legs.  I willingly opened them and let him roam at will.  Minutes later
I saw tears running down his cheeks - so I quietly suggested that an old
man might want to find an empty suite and show me his own blessings.  He
took me by the hand and was soon leading us into the bedroom of the best
apartment he had.

   He turned on no lights but took a single candle from a cupboard. 
Lighting it he placed it in a holder by the bedside.  Sitting on the bed
with me in front of him he whispered that he hadn't been with a woman since
his wife died.  I let him undo my skirt so it dropped to the floor.  Next
he slowly peeled away my knickers until they to dropped at my feet and I
kicked both into the darkness.  Leaning forward Deniz placed a gentle kiss
on my `V' before laying me down on my back, lengthways on the bed.  He
stood in the darkness above me his eyes drinking in my whole body like a
man who on seeing his favourite dish might take time to consider where to
start.  The flickering candle light made it seem very romantic.  I made to
undo my stockings but he said no.  Instead he told me that if I wished to
be loved in the manner of a Turkish women then I must not talk, I must not
touch him without his direction and to immediately obey his instructions.
With this said, he undressed before positioning himself down my right side.


   You must offer me your breasts was his first command.  I turned on my
side offering them to his lips and hands.  His second command was for me to
close my eyes and to `listen to the room'.  From now onwards you may only
see by `my touch on your skin' and the `sounds you hear' .  `You must not
open your eyes until I have finished with you - be still and listen'.  I
closed my eyes and obeyed.

   For a minute or two nothing happened and then I suddenly felt his breath
on my left nipple.  I felt the warm air caress it when he breathed out and
the cooler air flow around it when he breathed in.  I waited for the touch
of his lips on it and as I waited it grew harder, more erect..  Seconds
went by with my nipple still hardening, but instead of applying his lips he
silently moved his attention to the right nipple.  Already taught it seemed
to swell to an almost painful level and further harden as his breath now
gently flowed over it.  Minutes passed and with two rock hard, swollen,
tingling nipples, my breasts begged for relief.  Then at long last, I felt
his lips fasten gently onto my right nipple whilst a hand gently cupped the
left.  At this point my body quivered, I heard myself give a huge sigh as
the tension left me and I desperately wanted to pull his head into them.

   All too brief a moment later he withdrew and repeated the process, once
more winding me up like a spring.  I wanted and needed his touch to relieve
me.  This time I had to wait much longer, when it came it was the lightest
caress on my navel by a single finger.  It travelled so very slowly down
over my belly.  I longed for it, willed it, to reach my waiting sex.  I
opened my legs waiting for its caress but stopping just sort of intimate
entry he ordered me to close them again.  All the time he kept his single
digit softly travelling in tiny circles.  I had no idea as to when it would
plunge into my valley and when it finally did I let out a long sigh at just
with the pleasure of its entry.  Now what I wanted was for him to give me a
crude, hard finger fucking but I knew he wouldn't.  Instead he found my
already wet, swollen clitoris and with a gossamer touch repeatedly stroked
it.  This very lightest of contact just continued to wind me up and within
minutes my body was aching with tension.  When it built to a level he could
detect he would stop, wait until he sensed me relax, and only then
continue. He repeated this for perhaps a dozen minutes but to me it seemed
an absolute eternity.  Suddenly his finger withdrew.

   When next he spoke it was to tell me to open my legs wide and I was
delighted to do so.  I lay waiting.  Then I felt his breath on my belly,
next the touch of his tongue, its very tip slipped achingly slowly down
towards my sex.  Just before it reached my pubic triangle he deftly slipped
both body and head between my gaping thighs.  His tongue then invaded my
channel forcing its passage until it flicked my clitoris.  My moan told him
everything.  He played me and my button like a musical instrument, building
me up then disappointing me as he stopped and waited for my body to subside
again.  After five or so such times he suddenly spoke in a whisper.  `When
you are ready this time you must tell me what you need from me, if I am
happy with your words I will give you the gift you wait for'.

   His tongue recommenced its work its light touches interspersed with
harder, longer licks.  Within a couple of minutes my body was building to
an overload of tension.  ` Are you ready for me', he asked.  `You must
convince me you are!' It was then I heard myself begging for him to ram his
cock into me.  His tongue flicked again.  I begged again.  I felt his head
lift and the tip of is rock hard cock rested against the entrance to my
hole.  `I do not hear you yet' he said.  I went mad, I just had to have him
inside of me.  I clearly remember telling him I would do absolutely
anything he wanted if he'd only fuck the ass of me.  His prick pushed, then
slid in and down until his balls banged against my ass.  Slowly he lifted
it out to its tip and slid into me again, it was heaven.  I heard my
disembodied voice demand he do it faster and harder, I was even asking him
for a Turkish baby!  He increased both his strokes and pressure..  I rose
to meet each thrust until without warning I felt my body go rigid and the
orgasm rise in shock waves through the whole of me.  I know I gave a huge
wail, something I'd never done before.  Finally I wrapped my legs around
his back and held him inside my womb until my trembling spasms subsided and
tears flowed.  Laying down beside me he held me to his chest for a good
while, softly stroking my hair and cheek.

   I eventually became aware of his still hard prick rubbing my belly and
felt so selfish as he'd fucked me to a massive orgasm but hadn't cum
himself.  Thirteen years and I was still keeping him waiting!  Sitting up I
put him back against the iron bed board and stuffed pillows in behind him.
I then mounted him and sank down the full length of his weapon.  Grasping
the top rail of the bedstead I rode its length with a will until seeing his
eyes were focussed on my tits I stopped and pulled his head to a nipple. 
Grasping the rail with one hand I kept his head to my tit with the other
and road on.  He loved it, he sucked like a baby.  I loved it too - had I
been lactating I would have gladly have fed him.

   Eventually breaking free I could tell by his breathing he was near
finishing and amazingly so was I.  As I further picked my rhythm up he told
me I must fight my own climax until I felt his gift enter me.  Both of us
were breathing hard and my body was tightening like a spring.  I took his
hand and put them on my tits and told him not to let go.  My back was
arching backwards with the strain of holding off my orgasm.  On next
reaching the bottom of his prick a huge jet of hot sperm forced itself
across my womb and I once again came with a huge moan.  So far did my back
arch that if he hadn't been holding my tits down I swear I would gone over
backwards.  For a good half minute he emptied into me each gush giving me a
whole body ripple of pleasure.

   For the next twenty minutes we laid next to each other.  I told him his
wife must have been a lucky woman.  Sitting up and opening my legs he
looked at his gift oozing slowly out of my hole and replied that from where
he was sitting, he saw a Turkish woman.  Now I really wanted to please him
and asked what he would most like me to do for him.  He refused my
suggestively offering my bum for sex doggy fashion and although anal was
not appealing to me, I would have let him do it, had he asked.  By now my
hand had resurrected his dick back to its hard, eight inch glory.  Then it
occurred what I could do.

   Laying on my back I got him to sit on my belly and then pulled him by
his spear to my cleavage.  Pushing my tits together around it I told him
that nobody had ever titty fucked me.  He was clearly surprised that any
woman would want this, but I was very persuasive and soon had him riding
his cock through them.  I could see that this was really turning him so I
paid him all the macho compliments I could think off.  His biggest response
was when I told him he was riding me like a stallion road a mare.  He was
soon heading to what I knew was going to be a bucket load of cum.  Even so
the quantity he shot in was a surprise.  The fourth such squirt sent a
gusher from the top of my cleavage and splattered on my cheek, ear and
hair. When he eventually stopped we both burst out laughing at the state of
me.  He got a towel and cleaned my face but instead of letting him clean my
tits I surprised him again by rubbing his cum all across and around them.
Next time you see them you'll know that you are apart of them is what I
told him.  When I looked at my watch I realised we'd been fucking for a
couple of hours and started to gather up my clothes.  As we exited he held
me and asked if before I went we could `lay together again' His English was
so quaint and old fashioned!  I agreed we would, pecked him on the cheek
and walked naked back to my own apartment.  In just a sixty second walk the
heat of the Turkish night had dried his sperm to hard white skin on my
chest

   When I got in Tel was sitting up in bed.  He looked at my milky coated
chest, the spunk in my hair, and the dried streams down the inside of my
thighs and simply said in a broad London accent, " I guess you got nailed
then - Darlin" I was having none of it.  Climbing into bed I took hold of a
very hard, large dick.  I am, I said, going to tell you what he did to me
and when I've finished I'm going to open my legs and this [ pulling his
dick ] is going to fuck the ass of me.  I took twenty minutes to tell him
and by the time he rammed into me I swear his normal seven inches had grown
to nine.  He fucked hard and long and made me orgasm twice before I
received the biggest cum of our life together.  As we cuddled I asked him
how it had felt inside of me.  It was like sticking my dick into a velvet
glove he told me, it was not at all unpleasant.  Nice answer I thought. 
Tired I snuggled up to him - he was my man, I loved him.