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Disclaimer: The following story contains material intended for adults
only. That is people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen
to live.

 All comments welcome - sista_shakespeare@my-dejanews.com


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What happened to Acts I, II and III? Well my very good friend Jake the Rake
wrote me a story about a young American airman's meeting with a beautiful
Turkish belly dancer. I liked it so much that I wrote another chapter. Perhaps
he may post or let me post the other parts soon.


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                 <><><> Turkish Delight Act IV <><><>

The air was fresh and cold as James and the Jinneč stepped from the water. A
new moon shone between the cypress trees that ringed the house; night
blooming shrubs illuminated the darkness with their perfume. Even after the
evening's exertions, the sleek spheres of the Jinneč's pert derriere
wriggling before his eyes as she climbed from the pool, caused his cock to
twitch restlessly. She wrapped herself in a white towel held ready by one of
the girls and strode silently into the darkness of the house. His eyes told
him that her svelte shape vanished almost as soon as she passed through the
doorway. Desire smoothed his unease and dismissed the thought as quickly as
it occurred to him.

  James stood motionless at the side of the pool as the two girls dried his
lean muscular body with the softest of Egyptian cotton towels and then taking
the thick fleecy robe offered by one of them, allowed himself to be placidly
led into the interior. The lighting was low, but he could make out a
profusion of colours and shapes crowding every inch of the sprawling mansion.
Everywhere, low divans strewn with tasseled multi-coloured cushions, draped
with embroidered silks. Flasks and bottles of cloisonné enameled glass and
bronze, carved tables of dark wood inlaid with metals and mother-of-pearl.
Beneath his bare feet, thick antique rugs blossomed and arabesqued with
fantastic colours, formed a path leading him seductively onwards towards the
woman of his dreams. Each of his hands held lightly by a pretty odalisque,
lost in his voluptuous imaginings, he was drawn into a galleried hall, whose
ornate curving staircase led steeply upward. A gentle breeze from the open
door behind him wafted the scent of sandalwood and jasmine through the house
as slowly he was shepherded up the stairs.

  The heavy carved door of the first room was slightly ajar and soft yellow
light spilled out into the otherwise darkened corridor. He was gently
propelled inside. The bedroom was sumptuous, more lush, more colourful than
his wildest, most sybaritic fantasies of Arabian nights. Perfumed candles
burned in their dozens on every horizontal surface. The room was dominated by
an elaborate carved and canopied four poster bed, it's ruched and embroidered
hangings stirring gently in the same draft that swayed the multitude of
candle flames. He looked and yet could not see the Jinneč. The sea-green
satin of the counterpane was undisturbed. His gaze roamed over lacquered
Chinese cabinets and intricately inlaid Qur'an chests that made up the
furnishings of her boudoir.

  On the far side of the room, a painted and carved screen was casually
arranged to conceal a wide shadowy arch. As he took a step toward it, he saw
movement. The sleek Burmese Blue walked from behind the screen, its short
dense fur glistening like pewter, and after scrutinising him with vivid green
eyes, sat and began to wash its paws and ears with quick, deft strokes of its
small pink tongue. The cat paused, its attention diverted and James,
following its gaze, saw Jinneč's svelte form shimmy, or was it shimmer? into
view, her skin gleaming, flickering pale gold in the candlelight. She was
dressed in a translucent halter and harem pantaloons of white satin which
seemed to have a pale mauve lustre. She held her arms low, but outstretched,
the palms of her hands open in invitation. She smiled, her dark rouged lips
glistening. His eyes met hers and were beguiled. To one side of her, the
sheeny silk wall hangings rippled as though a breeze had passed over their
bright silk blooms. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, prickling... a
streamer of musky floral perfume drifted indolently past him. He drew in a
deep breath, and was drawn towards her, forgetting his momentary unease, he
began trying to memorise the exact scent of the flowers and spice and
sensuality. He was almost unaware of his growing erection.

  She stepped nimbly over the cat and into his arms. He caught a fleeting
glimpse of her breasts, the nipples taut and dark through the iridescent
satin, before she crushed them against his chest and began to pull his head
down to her upturned face. They gazed into each other's eyes, hers
glistening, half closed, lowered lashes accented, extended with kohl and so
dark that he could not distinguish the blackness of her pupils from the brown
of her irises. His, she thought were unique, she could see in his irises, a
soft accumulation of flecks of green, brown and amber, which together gave
his eyes their particular shade of brown but not quite brown. They kissed,
James's tongue pushing smoothly between her lips and teeth to find her own
pointed pink tongue oozing and flickering in search of his. He could feel the
warmth of her from mouth to thigh and the mingled scents of her hair, skin,
perfume and, as the kiss deepened, he thought he could feel and smell the
moist heat of her pussy.

  She snuggled against him, feeling his breath hot on her neck, his cheek
rough against her temple. She savored the heat and thickness of his
excitement, pressing against her belly as they kissed again. Desire racing
like fire in her veins, she pushed him towards the bed. He sprawled
backwards, eyes wide as he saw himself in the angled, tinted mirrors
suspended inside the canopy. His erection enormous in her slender hand, she
straddled him and let her slight weight settle on his upper thighs.

  "I am doubly in your debt now James." She said, feeling his cock throbbing
under her fingertips. "So much so, that I will grant you your heart's desire
tonight. Is there some special thing I could do for you, my love?"

  He looked up at her, seeing the ripe curves of her breasts, the tumescence
of her nipples outlined in the sheer satin of her transparent top a few
inches away from his face, and even more shockingly sensuous, the reflection
of her opulent rear and the gorgeous curves of her thighs, so pale against
his muscular brown thighs. He knew then, what he wanted and just the thought
of it almost caused him to come.

  Jinneč stretched out and squirmed her way up his body, her tongue and hands
tracing small circles over his flat belly and muscular chest. Her fingers
toyed with his nipples before she lowered her mouth to enclose one of them.
He shuddered involuntarily, at the voluptuous sensations caused by her teeth.
She looked into his half closed eyes and whispered.

"I could call Nadia, the elder girl...You have only to ask."

  He protested but she silenced him with a kiss. Her palms on his face, she
rolled her tongue over his and squatted astride him squirming with her own
pleasure. She knew, or thought she knew what his most cherished erotic
fantasy might be. Slowly, languidly, she began to grind her moist pussy
against his belly, rotating her hips in the style of her Danse du ventre. His
hands grasped at her, first her upper arms and then sliding down her back,
past her waist, and around the outside of her hips as she drew herself ever
up his naked body. His strong fingers gripped her, lifting her gently as she
traversed the final gap between his upper chest and face. A long sigh escaped
her lips as the plump bulging heat of her puki brushed his mouth. His hot
breath on her thighs and mound promised ecstasy. She felt his teeth grip the
flimsy crotch of her pantaloons and squirmed, pulling sharply backwards to
help him tear the damp gossamer fabric.

  She whimpered as she felt his tongue caress the indecently taut nub of her
pearl. He nudged her slick and thickened lips apart, nibbling, caressing her
with long strokes of his tongue... He thrust his tongue into her loose heat,
drowning himself in sweet sensual pungency. She rose and fell on his mouth,
her thighs quivering. Waves of shimmering heat and oozing sensation converged
in her womb. Shaking with bliss and ecstasy, she was unsurprised to feel his
finger exploring the dusky rosebud of her anus. She writhed against its
gentle probing, her back arching in anticipation of fullness and friction a
single finger only intimated. Each separate cell of her had taken on a
throbbing, fainting life of its own as she contemplated the nature of his
desire and the size of his cock, melded into an image of such achingly
indecent fullness that she squirmed, impaled on his tongue and came smoothly,
tumultuously.

  Jinneč's hand gripped his throbbing cock, her nails digging uncomfortably
into its turgid shaft. Using it as an axis, she pirouetted down his sweat
slickened torso until her face was level with his, her breasts, now hanging
free of their flimsy covering, brushed his arm and chest with an exquisite
weightlessness. The tip of her tongue extended pink and wanton, to lap her
juices from his face. She smiled knowingly and using her free hand to wipe
the last of her wetness from his cheek, whispered,

"Since you don't appear to have a special wish, my dear, I will make my own
for you. Fuck me hard and deep in my hot little rear. I'd enjoy that."

She smiled at the mixture of lust and embarrassment in his facial expression.
Knowing her guess had been correct, she silently detached herself from him and
knelt meekly at his feet.

  He pushed himself up onto his elbows. She was kneeling, thighs the colour
of old ivory, drawn up under herself, spread wantonly wide. The tangled
remnants of her pantaloons around one ankle but he scarcely noticed them as
his eyes were drawn to the smooth fluid movements of the hand between her
thighs. Jinneč's fingers plunged and rotated relentlessly, several deep
graceful thrusts and then a rapid flourish of her fingertips over the whorl
of wet tumid folds that hid her clitoris. As he slid down the bed, her other
hand snaked over the dazzlingly beautiful arc of her back, the middle finger
extended and glistening in the candlelight, to plunge lasciviously into her
upturned anus.

  Kneeling behind her, the inside of his muscular thighs brushing the outside
of her silken soft ones, his eyes on the serene profile of her face, eyes
closed, lips apart, breathing raggedly, her cheek pressed hard against the
cool satin sheet. He felt her oily fingers grasping his throbbing erection
and the warmth of her cloven rear. He felt her pull her thighs together, even
as he began to push into her inviting heat. She screamed into the counterpane
and he was enveloped in her squirming tightness.

  Jinneč knelt trembling with irresistible longing at his feet, she felt the
warmth of his thighs against hers and reached between them to guide his hot,
hard cock into her anus. She wanted it there... she knew that he was tired
and only the novelty of this new and more exotic act would rouse him to the
sort of passion which she needed to slake her own desire. She placed its
bulbous, silky knob against her slippery anus and squirmed. Gentle pressure
became an indecently exciting throb as he pushed into her oily tightness. She
felt his strong hands on her waist, felt the strength of them draw her closer
as she pushed backwards, outwards, welcoming the lewd sensations as the head
of his phallus lodged in the oily heat of her. Stretched just tight enough
for jagged incipient pain to blend with the rhythm of her fingertips into a
sublime longing. The oozing pressure of his cock suddenly slithered deeper.
She screamed as the flange of his knob passed through the tightness of her
rectum and up into the hot welcoming smoothness of her bowels. He paused
frozen, thinking that he had hurt her. The Jinneč clenched her anus smoothly
on his thickness feeling the first poignant wisp of pleasure as the shaft of
his cock began to slip into her on its own.

 "Go on..." she purred, "...Fuck me." She snuggled lower pressing herself
against the bed, moving her upturned rear in small undulating circles.

She felt the hugeness of his rampant cock seeping obscenely into her and bit
her knuckles to keep herself from crying out. He filled her until her whole
body was vibrating with the anthem of her desire. She felt his belly pressing
against her upturned haunches, the thick hot length of him stretching her
obscenely, deliciously. She wished he would reach under her and cup her
breasts. She would've done it herself but she couldn't reach them in this
position. She sighed and shuddering uncontrollably, began to recite the
simple litany of her desire.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me".

He withdrew a little and pushed back into Jinneč's tightness. She squirmed
against him and deep inside her silk tore and aching spikes melted into warm
waves. Each smooth undulating thrust filled her with a greater ache than the
last. He fucked her hard now, pumping solidly up her, encouraged by her lewd
murmurings.

 "Fuck me in the arse... Darling, fuck me hard..."

Wantonly, she surrendered completely to the motion of his thrusting cock, her
outré pleasure boiling up, over and over, around it's thick solid heat, then
bubbling into the trembling waves of orgasmic delight, with which her anal
sphincter convulsed on his hardness. He came in her, groaning and ramming
himself up her harder, a dozen final times as he shot bolts of hot
pearlescent jism into her with shocking intensity. He relaxed, spent. She
felt the weight of him press down on her sweat sheened back and wriggled her
legs under him, enjoying the heavy closeness of their drowsy embrace.

They lay still and silent for an eternity. She listened to the ragged rhythm
of his breath and felt it gusting against her hair and neck. She felt her
bruised anus begin to sting and ache, his cock still semi-erect inside her.
She smiled softly to herself and thought wistfully of a summer evening in the
hills. She'd been fourteen and in love. The boy, beautiful as a movie star,
just seventeen.

  He awoke early and found her gone. Khedija, the younger of the girls,
brought him breakfast in bed. After he had showered and dressed, Nadia and
Khedija lead him into the cobbled courtyard where the blue Lincoln stood, its
engine already running. He sprawled on the shark-grey leather seat, still
tired from his night with the Jinneč. He paid little attention to the drive
as the limousine descended into the suburbs, if he had, he might have noticed
the speed with which it sped down the twisting mountain roads and through the
already bustling streets. He was only mildly surprised when the car halted so
soon outside his guesthouse and the driver, a svelte Malay woman, her
flawless complexion the shade of ripe wheat, opened the door for him. She
wore a plain black business suit with a masculine cut and smiled ingenuously
at him as he got out of the limousine. He thought he saw a glimmer of
amusement in her lynx eyes as she handed him the envelope and bowing, wished
him a good day. Bemused, he tore the envelope open as the Lincoln sped away
at high speed. As he stared after it, it vanished into the traffic.

  Inside he found a single Polaroid photo. It was a clear image of himself
poised over the prostrate Jinneč, an adoring look on her upturned face.
Beautiful together, his mocha skin against her pale gold, his thick, dark
veined cock poised,  mid stroke, in her upturned rear. It was signed across
one corner. "With Love - Your Jinneč." He smiled, glad of the souvenir, then
turning it over, his aching cock leapt as he read...

"Dear James,
     We watched your entire performance last night and were as impressed with
the way you performed as the Jinneč was. Khedija would be delighted to be
deflowered by the man who gave so much pleasure to her mistress. This is not
your third wish, it is ours. You will be contacted as before when the time is
right.
                      Love,
                         Nadia and Khedija."


                         <><><> Več April '98 <><><>



                         If the world is wearing thin

                         And you're thinking of escape

                         I'll go anywhere with you

                         Just wrap me up in chains

                         And if you're trying to go alone

                         Don't think I'll understand

                         Stay -- With me --.


                        'Stay' - Shakespeare's Sister
















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