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 The Hammam Codes: M+M, M+F, inter, anal, oral, fist

   In the days before GPS and mobile phones we, Maggie and I, were sitting
in the hot and stuffy air of the hire car.  Outside the magnificent Turkish
countryside slid by as we travelled further and further off the beaten
track and into the North East corner of the country.  It had been about an
hour since we had seen anything like a village big enough to have
accommodation and so we carried on slowly climbing higher.  Another hour
and the density of the shacks and houses along the road increased.  The
chicken population multiplied and suddenly we were on a main street.  There
was a guest house, a sign for a Hammam and a cafe right next door.  There
were a couple of old men sitting in the shade in front of the cafe.  We
didn't consider whether the guest house looked ok or not, it was the only
one and would have to do.

   Inside it was hot and sticky, airless and stuffy, a fan hung limply from
the ceiling.  Booking in caught them by surprise, they were not expecting
travellers coming through and the old man half asleep in the corner of the
foyer shambled off returning several minutes later with a young girl.  She
looked at us shyly and, under pressure from the old man, asked in
reasonable English if she could help.

   It took a few minutes to book in; we dumped our bags in the sweltering
room that had a fantastic view across the plain to the snow-capped
mountains beyond.  We figured that it was more uncomfortable inside than
out so immediately went out to the street.  The number of old men at the
tables outside the cafe had doubled while we were inside.  There were 2
empty chairs at a shaded table with 4 old men sitting staring blankly at
us. We sat down and suddenly the young girl from the hotel appeared.  We
smiled and we ordered a couple of coffees and some cold drinks.  Several
minutes of silence passed, everyone now openly staring at us, the only
strangers in town.  We nodded and smiled when we met the occasional eye but
nothing else was said.  When the drinks came some of the men spoke to the
girl, she collected money and more orders before heading back inside.

   During our brief stop at the coffee house another 4 or 5 men shambled up
to take a look at the strangers.  We smiled, peered into the gloom of the
main room, waved to the girl and paid.  Somewhat refreshed we carried on
down the street keeping in as much shade as the sparse plane trees would
allow.  On the next corner was a large Hammam.  The peeling whitewash on
the surrounding wall was not very inviting and the thought of entering the
damp and very hot interior made me think twice but an hour or so in the
damp heat with an excellent massage would go down really well.  Maggie was
quite excited by the idea so we made our way into the small courtyard and
she waited while I went in.  A small boy looked up from his damp school
book and he spoke very quickly.  "Do you speak English" I asked more in
hope than expectation.  "Bit" he said and turned round leaving by the
steamy doorway behind him.  I waited, peering into the mist.  Several
minutes passed I looked out at Maggie and smiled.  She waved and hugged the
small amount of shade near the wall.

   The boy came racing back in followed almost immediately by a middle aged
man wearing a small towel round his waist.  "Sorry, I was in the far room,
can I help you?" he asked is very slightly accented English.

   "My wife and I are passing through and have a room for the night at the
hotel.  We were hoping that we could come in to the Hammam this evening;
together".  I waited expecting a problem.  In the big towns with a lot of
tourists this would not be a problem.  Here, hundreds of miles inland it
might prove 'difficult'.

   "That is not a problem at all.  We have a fairly secluded section I can
put you in as we are quiet at the moment.  Would you like to come in now?"

   "Definitely" I relied and quickly ducked out and waved Maggie in.  The
masseuse shook her hand and smiled.

   "We do not get a lot of strangers staying here.  It is always nice to
see new people.  Come this way".  And he led us into the steam and then
into a small side room.  There were wooden lockers on the walls; most of
the doors were open and the boxes empty.

   "Please put all of your clothes in these and pin the keys to your
towels." He handed us some rough cotton towels from a warm and damp pile.
He stepped back into the hall as we started to undress.  The little boy
remained where he was by the door and stared at us watching every move as
if we were exhibits in a zoo.  I finally put the towel on and Maggie, more
modest than me, struggled out of her clothes and then tried to discreetly
wrap the towel round her.  My towel was fine just about meeting with enough
width to tie in a knot.  Maggie found that with it covering her breasts it
was about 1 inch below her arse cheeks.  She knotted it as best she could.
I vaguely wondered how the larger members of the community coped, of which
there were many based on our earlier observations of the townsfolk.

   The masseuse appeared and beckoned us to follow him.  We slipped on the
flip-flops and shuffled along behind, out into the hall and then into a
large pool area.  Half a dozen men sat in several alcoves.  They seemed
unaware of us passing through.  Beyond this room we entered a smaller
circular room.  Round the walls were small one-person niches with seats and
small basins cut into the walls beside each.  Cool water ran over the lips
of the basins.  This room was very hot and in the middle a huge marble
plinth less than a meter high and probably near to 2 metres square stood in
the middle.  The masseuse pointed us to a couple of adjacent alcoves and we
sat down.  The act of sitting opened the towels and I let mine drop as my
energy drained away in the heat.  I looked over at Maggie as she made an
effort to maintain her modesty.  She too gave up.  The masseuse left and we
sat sweltering.  Every now and again we doused ourselves with cool water
from the basins and watched the slight steamy mist swirl round.

   The masseuse returned after about half an hour.  He said that he had
been dealing with other customers and would now massage me.  He indicated
the plinth, tossed a towel over it.  I had picked up my towel as I stood
and he took it from me as he had me lay on my stomach in the middle of the
plinth.  He lathered up a rough mitten which he used to open up the pores
and remove dead skin.  He used his bare hands to massage.  I hardly noticed
his hands as he started with the back of my head and worked his fingers
over the skin and then deeper.  As he moved down my body his hands worked
each part of me layer by layer from skin surface to bone.  I became aware
of tremendous strength in his fingers and in his arms.  He worked
rhythmically and methodically inch by inch moving down my back, my arms, my
legs and feet and then back to my lower back.  He seemed to have all the
time in the world and the rhythm, the warmth and the touch led to me
becoming aware, seemingly far, far away, of my growing erection.  Every
inch was being worked and as he parted my arse cheeks my cock was rigid and
aching.  His thumb slipped almost unnoticed, or so it seemed, into my arse.
It was replaced by 2 fingers that seemed to massage me from inside.  I was
limp and compliant with an aching cock.  For a couple of seconds as the
steam flowed and moved I saw a couple of men standing near the door
watching intently.

   While this sank into my extremely relaxed brain I realised how turned on
I had become.  Seemingly without effort I was suddenly turned over.  My
cock flopped onto my stomach and pulsed to the rhythm of my heart and of
his hands.  He did not miss a beat and lathered my front then started with
his incredible hands to massage my eyebrows and face.  He moved down my
neck, my arms and fingers, my legs then back up my chest.  I was aching
with a straining hard-on.  As he moved to my chest I saw briefly that there
were at least half a dozen men, mostly middle aged and overweight, sitting
in niches or loitering at the door.  I looked over at Maggie.  She seemed
hypnotised by the masseuse fingers and was watching their every move.  Her
eyes were riveted to them.  Her towel hung limply over her knees and one
hand moved very gently between her half opened legs.

   His hands moved to my chest and my cock continued to throb.  Massaging
my chest and then my nipples had me raising my arse from the plinth.  With
his left hand he pushed my lower stomach down avoiding touching my cock
while he did so.  He moved down my chest and the urgent throbbing reduced
becoming a hard ache.  He read my reaction and his hand moved up and back
to my nipples which he rolled, stroked, squeezed and pulled.  I was very
quickly on the edge of cumming when he moved his hands away and down my
body.  When he reached my cock I flinched; my anticipation was extreme. 
One hand worked my balls while the other held my cock.  The grip was
vice-like at the base.  My balls, limp and hanging loose with the warmth,
were treated to a gentle massage.  He moved on to massaging my cock holding
the base in the same vice like grip.

   His grip slackened and I looked over at Maggie.  She was flushed and
fixed on his hands.  Her own hand still moved gently between her legs. 
There were men in the niches on either side of her and they were gently
stroking her legs and the sides of her breasts.  I caught a small movement
and looked over to the far side of the room.  There must have been a dozen
guys in there now; most watching the masseuse hand, the others looking over
at Maggie.  Almost before I had time to take this in I felt a well soaped
finger enter my arse; then two fingers.  He stroked my cock and gently
pushed inside.  When he touched my prostate my aching cock exploded.  It
was the most extreme cum I had ever achieved.  He continued to massage
inside me and milk my cock until it was limp in his hand.  He left me
laying panting and fighting for breath while he cleaned up.  I just lay
breathing heavily staring at the domed ceiling.  Once the plinth was clean
and my body wiped of my own cum he resumed his massage of me allowing me to
regain my breathing and heart rate.

   A few minutes later he helped me to sit up then eased me off the plinth.
He beckoned to Maggie who stood eyes still fixed on his fingers.  She was
naked and, it seemed, totally unaware of everything but his fingers.  I
moved passed her and she moved her head very slightly my way, eyes still
fixed on his fingers.  "That looked fucking amazing" she hissed.

   I just had time to whisper "It was" and she was out of range.  I sat in
her niche and looked up to watch.  The men in the niches on either side of
me were leaning forward watching.  Looking round I saw that most niches
were occupied and there were men standing between them.  As I turned back
to Maggie I saw her crawl naked to the centre of the plinth.  Her wonderful
large tits swung in a very enticing way and then with the masseuse
positioning her she lay on her stomach.  She turned her face towards me,
smiled and closed her eyes.

   Starting at her head with the mitten the masseuse went back to work. 
Maggie's eyes fluttered a few times and her lips opened as she breathed
with his rhythm.  He worked down her back arms and legs then, as he moved
to her buttocks I realised I had another aching hard-on.  I jumped slightly
as it was touched and the hand of the guy on my right pulled away then
moved back to gently stroke its upper surface with his fingertips.  I
watched the masseuse as his thumb pressed into her arse and popped inside.
She raised her bum slightly and he pushed down using his embedded thumb. 
He circled his thumb round then replaced it with 2 fingers working on the
inside sphincters.  By now both men were touching my cock.  They half
watched the action on the plinth and half watched my cock throbbing.

   One guy stood up and suddenly pushed his cock into my mouth.  I pulled
back and pushed him to one side so that I could still see the plinth.  I
stroked his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth and I squeezed his
balls.  Someone had taken his recently vacated seat and was now licking my
chest.  He bit down on a nipple and gently chewed it.  The pain was
tremendously exciting.  Other hands moved over my body now.  They kept a
clear path for me to watch Maggie, the masseuse and the plinth.  The
Masseuse turned her over in one seemingly effortless movement and laid her
gently on her back.  He began to work his way down her body.  I watched
what I could and as he moved to her fingers the cock in my mouth exploded
and the owner tried to force it into my throat.  His cock was small and
there was not much cum so as he drooped he staggered back and out of the
way.  He was quickly replaced though by an equally small cock whose owner
was already very close to cumming.  A couple more cocks came off in or
close to my mouth as the masseuse worked down Maggie's arms and legs.  By
the time he started on her breasts I was sure that she had started to cum
herself.

   I felt a mouth over my cock and fingers from several hands were trying
to access my arse.  As I automatically moved to allow a bit more freedom I
was pushed and pulled towards the plinth where I was bent forward to rest
my arms and hands on the marble.  I was so transfixed that I did not resist
at all.  Now I was really close to the action and was able to look into
Maggie's face.  I had often seen her orgasm but never like this.  Her
breathing was erratic, her pulse throbbed in her neck and on her temple and
her chest was glowing red.  I looked down at her hairless mount and could
just see the edges of her lips.  They were bright and very puffy.

   I was getting uncomfortable as hands roamed all over me and fingers
prized open my arse.  With no preamble a cock was pushed to the entrance. I
knew to relax and open out as he forced himself inside as quickly and hard
as he could.  He hammered into me for a few minutes then, as far inside me
as he could get he stopped and I could feel his watery cum pulsing.  He was
soon replaced by a far bigger cock that hurt badly as he slammed into me.
He did not last long either.  He was rapidly replaced by another.  This one
slipped easily in.  I clamped my arse as tightly as I could to speed things
up for him and looked around.  There were certainly more than a dozen men
and now some boys in the room.  Some still had their towels on but most did
not.  There were hard cocks everywhere.  I saw that my arse was not the
only one in action and the boy receptionist was being used in both holes.
There seemed to be a sort of rota because the users were starting with him
to get them ready before moving over to fuck my arse.

   My cock was raging still with hands pulling and pumping it.  I looked
again at Maggie as the Masseuse moved his fingers across her mound.  For a
few minutes I was oblivious to the abuse I was getting and was enthralled
by the masseuse slowly moving steel-like fingers.  When he started working
on her clit her moan drowned out the other noises in the room.  He changed
his movements to let her relax again and then moved back bringing another
loud moan that seemed to reverberate in the dome of the roof.  There was a
change of cocks behind me, cum was dribbling in strands down my legs as the
next cock, another big one and this time very, very fat squeezed itself
into me.  The masseuse fingers moved into Maggie's open hole.  When he
touched her G-spot she seemed to arch upwards almost leaving the plinth. 
He lowered her down and after more work on her inside he pushed his thumb
on to her clit.  He had her arching and falling, bucking like a small boat
on a rough sea.  A few minutes later he used his other hand to open her
arse and seemed to be pushing most of his hand inside.  I was finding it
very hard to concentrate as one of the young men who were being used to get
people ready for fucking me was pushed to my arse and made to lick out the
strings of cum.  He was doing a superb job and I was starting to find it
very enjoyable when I felt several fingers go as deep as they could.  Then
his smallish hand was tightly rolled and I was about to shout no when I was
simultaneously pulled back onto his hand and had a big cock pushed into my
mouth.

   After the initial pain, once the thumb was in, it was nowhere near as
painful as it had been.  He scooped cum out and worked to open my arse
more. I relaxed as best as I could and he pulled out.  The searing pain was
short lived as he pushed his mouth back to my open sphincter and gently
licked it.  My breathing settled to an exhausted panting as I looked back
to Maggie.  The masseuse was naked and had an enormous cock that hung below
him as he moved.  He had one hand in her cunt and most of the other in her
arse.  She was still bouncing and moaning, her breath coming in gasps and
inarticulate squeals.  The masseuse gently removed his hands, allowed
Maggie to sag back onto the plinth as he moved across her and pushed his
massive cock into her cunt.  She groaned loudly as he bottomed out
somewhere deep inside.  He used the same rhythm as he had with the massage
to fuck her.  After about 15-minutes, it was hard to tell as I was being
fucked hard with other cocks moving in and out of my mouth.  He pulled out
and slipped into her arse.  He moved between the 2 holes keeping Maggie
moaning and panting until he slammed as deep as he could and I could see
his arse cheeks twitch as he unloaded deep inside her cunt.

   She screamed and cried out in an utterly all-consuming orgasm.  As the
masseuse pulled out he was still pumping strings of cum.  He turned and
pushed his cock into my mouth.  He kept pushing and holding me by the
throat while he massaged it.  I tried to gag but couldn't and it opened my
throat for him to slide further in.  He held himself deep inside me as I
felt his cock soften and shrink.  I sucked it and licked the spunk from it
before he let me go.

   Now that he had finished with Maggie she became the centre of a writhing
scrum.  She was completely oblivious to the treatment as it seemed that
every other man in the room wanted to be fucking her.  When the melee
sorted itself out she had three old cocks moving inside her.  These cocks
had been replaced several times before she seemed to wake up and started to
join in and move to the action taking place around and in her.  I was
quickly lost in my own fucking as they used me to get themselves ready to
fuck Maggie.  It must have been several hours later when I realised that
the room was almost empty.  My arse was numb, I was bruised all over and I
could see that Maggie was completely limp.  The masseuse came in with a
tray of apple tea and helped me sit Maggie up.  A few sips and she began to
brighten up.  Bruises seemed to be appearing on her body while we watched.

   The young boy brought more tea a while later by which time we felt we
could move.  The Masseuse led us to a shower and helped us both clean up.
He paid special and very gentle attention to our mouths, arses and Maggie's
raw cunt.  He applied a lotion that he said was entirely organic but would
help reduce the swelling, relax the muscles and ease the pain.  He let us
dress and we walked slowly and carefully to the reception area.

   "Are you feeling any better" he asked and we nodded our ascent.  Tired,
aching but entirely refreshed we were surprised that we felt a lot better
than when we had arrived at the hammam.  "Are you staying in our town for
long because we would love to see you both in our hammam again?" I pointed
out that we had enjoyed ourselves but that we had a very tight schedule and
would have to be moving on in the morning.  The masseuse refused payment as
we walked out into the setting sun.

   Back at the guest house we sat gingerly for a simple but elegant dinner
served to us by the young girl and then collapsed in bed.  Neither of us
had spoken about the hammam.  We were lost in a whole shower of personal
thoughts.  We were asleep within minutes.

   We were woken next morning by the sounds of tractors running too and
fro, livestock passing and the sounds of a normal farming town.  It was
very late, we were stiff and aching.  We showered in warm water, dressed
and left the guest house.  Our bill had been paid for us.  The little girl
asked if we had had a good stay and hoped that we would return.  We looked
at each other and just smiled.

   We sat carefully in the car and drove out of town.  Each bump in the
road reverberated through our aching bodies.  The old men at the cafe
stared blankly at us but we both waved.  The hint of smiles seemed to cross
their lips.

   About 3 hours later we were very slowly edging along a dirt track from
an ancient ruin hidden well off the road.  It had been one of the
'must-see' locations and was outstanding.  Now, poised at the end of the
track with the front wheels on the tarmac road I looked at Maggie.  "We are
running very late so do we go left to the next town or right and back to
the last town where we know we can find accommodation and ...?" I asked.

   Maggie smiled so I gently accelerated and pulled onto the road and
turned right.