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. 
