Aysegul was still always on my mind when I got home from our gang bang. Of course, it looked like there would be a chance to see her and perform with her again quite soon, but really I wanted to get together with her quicker than that.
I phoned her three times the next day. We were completely smitten with each other. I was going away to Cyprus with Hazel the day after next, but nevertheless, we arranged to meet each other. She lived over two hours drive away, but I wanted to see her so much, and I left our home at 7 am.
By 9:15 am, I had met her in the car park of a large supermarket and then driven her to a little cafe where we enjoyed a proper Turkish breakfast. Aysegul was dressed casually in jeans with a navy sleeveless top. She looked lovely, but also anxious.
She told me that she didn’t feel safe at home because she was sure her ex-husband’s family were watching her every move. Even here in the cafe, she kept looking over her shoulder most of the time. I kept an eye out for anything suspicious but didn’t see anything to worry about.
I was in a quandary. I wanted to get her well away, but I didn’t want to be followed. I phoned Ufuk, who I knew was staying somewhere close, and bless him, he turned up within ten minutes.
Ufuk joined us at our table and we told him what the problem was. Aysegul did most of the talking, but I was able to catch the drift of what she was telling him.
I began to see just how scared Aysegul was, and I also saw another side of Ufuk as his face turned scarlet. He was very, very angry. We all went silent for quite a while. Ufuk was obviously contemplating.
Then he started to ask some questions. When? Where? How many? Were they armed? When I heard Aysegul’s answers, I wondered whether I wanted to be part of it all. Her ex-hubby and gang sounded like seasoned criminals.
Ufuk excused himself and walked away from the table to make a phone call. We watched him chatting away in the distance as I took hold of her hand. She was trembling. I hadn’t realised just how scared she was.
The phone call finished, and Ufuk returned to our table and asked if we could find somewhere to stop for the day. Well, that was what I had in mind anyway! He needed Aysegul’s address, which she wrote down for him without hesitation. Then, while still with us at the table, he made a reservation for us both at a hotel in Icmeler, telling us that we must stay in our room until he called us.
Before we left, Aysegul asked a lot of questions about what was going to happen, but Ufuk gave nothing away. He just tried to reassure us both that the problem would be sorted.
Forty minutes later, we were shown to our room in a hotel overlooking the beach in the lovely resort of Icmeler. Neither of us had any luggage, just our handbags. But we knew we couldn’t venture out anywhere until we had a call from Ufuk.
Aysegul was very quiet and seemed to be almost in a state of shock. Gradually, however, she started responding to the small talk from me, and we moved out onto the balcony for a bit of fresh air and a drink of orange juice each from the fridge.
I had come to see her because I wanted her. We had something special going and I wanted to feel it all again. But there was no way that this was the right time. It was time to support, encourage and reassure her, but I didn’t feel that I was getting very far with that at all.
She kept telling me that she was sorry that I had been brought into her problematic life. I so wanted to give her a big hug, but I knew it still wasn’t the time even for that.
The sun was pretty warm on our balcony, and we both rested for a while enjoying the warmth and peace.
Around lunchtime, we were roused from our slumbers by Aysegul’s phone. She took the call inside the room and I tried to watch her reaction. She was listening and hardly saying a word. Before I could try and gauge anything, my phone rang too.
It was Bulent. He told me straight away that Ufuk was speaking to Aysegul and that neither of us had anything to worry about anymore. He said that the two of them had quickly gotten some friends together and confronted the ex-husband and his gang. Nobody had been too badly injured, but all knew that Aysegul should be left to live her life however she wanted without interference.
Aysegul’s conversation with Ufuk went on a lot longer than my call. She was asking a lot of questions, but eventually, I could see a look of relief on her face as she realised that she was safe. She thanked Ufuk and switched her phone off.
Putting our phones down, we looked at each other. Slowly a broad smile appeared on her beautiful face and I returned the smile.
I strolled back into the room from the balcony. Not a word was uttered by either of us as we hugged each other. It wasn’t sensual, just reassuring, and we clung to each other for a very long time.
She was first to pull away, and the first to speak. “Oh! My God, Jill, those guys are amazing, aren’t they? I am so relieved,” she told me, her smile confirming the way she felt.
“They’re the best,” I replied, “we are so lucky to have them looking after us.” Feeling that the time was right to lighten up a bit, I continued, “And they both have other good assets too you know.” I had a mischievous smile on my face as I said that, and of course, she understood immediately what I meant.
She told me that I was a wicked lady and then suggested that we go out for a stroll. After all, we were safe to go out, and the beach and promenade were only minutes away.
We held hands as we walked along the promenade. Aysegul was back to her normal self, and we chatted incessantly. She has a great sense of humour and we both laughed a lot. It was sunny, but there was a strong breeze blowing that played tricks on her gorgeous long black hair. I wanted her there and then, but we had to be practical.
She must have felt the same, as without saying anything, we turned around and started making our way back to our hotel. Only now we were walking much faster, almost breaking into a jog.
We snogged in the lift on the way to our room, and then again as soon as we had closed the bedroom door behind us. Our clothes were left in a heap on the floor as we stripped each other, and once naked, we carried on our snog, Aysegul’s back against the door.
We both wanted each other so urgently. Our tongues flicked nonstop, our hands found our most sensitive parts, and as I found her lovely damp hole with my fingers, she lifted one leg off the floor and hooked it around my buttocks, pulling me tight and close.
It was heavenly, but we needed more comfort, so we made our way to the kingsize bed and went straight into a sixty-nine.
Words cannot express just how beautiful Aysegul is. Undoubtedly the best-looking lady I had ever been with. And she was so good in every way too Our cums were many and frequent, and we didn’t leave each other alone for the best part of an hour.
Lying there on the bed together, spent, but warm and tingling, we started talking about the next time we would be performing together and the fact that there were plenty more planned. Aysegul told me that it was mainly her financial position that had made her agree to do them and that she would much rather spend the time alone with me.
That was so sweet to hear, but from my point of view, I was still keen on the many highs that I get from performing for an audience, and from gang bangs. The thought of many more strangers having their way with me is a massive turn-on, and I wanted it all to carry on.
So, for totally different reasons, we would be happy to continue with Ufuk & Bulent’s plans.
We made time for another wonderful session together, but I had to get back home and prepare and pack for the visit to Cyprus with Hazel. We had to leave pretty early for the airport.
On the three-hour journey to Antalya airport, Hazel quizzed me about where I’d been the day before. I didn’t leave anything out – I know she is not possessive over me and totally accepts my lifestyle. In fact, for some of the time, she was rubbing my legs as I drove and I had a job concentrating on the road.
By 4 pm, our flight had landed at Ercan airport in Cyprus, and we were pleased to see a taxi driver holding up a board with my name on it. Vanessa had arranged it for us, and he took us to the border with Greek Cyprus, where she was waiting for us. The passport and paperwork were done very quickly, and Vanessa took us to our hotel in Paphos.
She accepted our invitation to a welcome drink in the hotel bar. It was the first time that Hazel had met her, and they seemed to get along just fine. But Vanessa realised that we were both tired from our early start and the travelling, so there was nothing arranged for the first evening, so she left us to sort ourselves out. But she had already told us that she had made plans for us all for the next evening and that she would be in touch sometime in the morning.
Our hotel was a large five-star one with a great view of the Mediterranean. There were two king-size beds, an en suite bathroom, two armchairs and two more balcony chairs.
We were both tired, but also hungry, so we quickly unpacked, showered and got dressed for dinner, and took the lift down to the dining room. It was self-service, but there was plenty to choose from and it all tasted delicious.
When we had finished, I suggested that we should go to the bar, after all, it was an all-inclusive hotel. That turned out to be a mistake. We stayed far too long, and Hazel, who had already had two large glasses of wine with her meal, got tipsy very quickly, mixing her drinks too.
I ended up helping her back to our room, where she promptly threw up in the bathroom. I had to undress her and put her to bed. She fell asleep very quickly.
I was OK. Perhaps a little intoxicated, but I’d only had three vodkas, and it was only 9 o’clock. I couldn’t leave Hazel, so I wondered if I could get some room service.
I made the call, and five minutes later a really tasty hunk arrived at my door with a tray. There was a double vodka, coke, some chocolate, and a large bowl of assorted nuts. I found my bag and gave him a tip, but before he left, I told him that my roommate was really ill and I needed some medication for her.
He saw her all tucked up in bed and sound asleep, but agreed to come back with something that would help her. He asked if it was because of too much drink and I smiled and nodded. He told me he would be back in a couple of minutes.
I felt really wicked. He was a tall dark good looking guy, slightly balding, but with the “wow” factor. I put my plan into action. When he returned, he would “catch” me in a red matching set of bra and panties that left little to the imagination, with a wide open flimsy sheer white robe over the top. I was going to pretend that I was just getting ready to take a shower.
My heart skipped a beat when there was a knock on the door, but I opened it almost immediately, standing half in and half out of the bathroom door. Disappointingly, there didn’t seem to be much reaction, but he came into the room and told me that he had some pills for Hazel to take as soon as she woke up.
He told me two tablets should be dissolved in water, and the second one should be taken about two hours after the first. While he was telling me that, he was actually looking over to where Hazel was laying and didn’t make any eye contact with me.
But, he didn’t make any effort to go back towards the door. I suppose because I didn’t make any move to cover myself up, he eventually turned his head towards me and silently looked me up and down. I really thought that he was going to reject and maybe insult me, but eventually, he smiled at me and said, “I am off duty in thirty minutes. Would you like me to return?”
I told him that I would be waiting for him. The look on his face as he closed the door behind him told me that I had pulled.
The thirty minutes seemed like a lifetime, but I busied myself checking my hair and make-up, and added suspenders and black stockings to my outfit.
We wasted no time when he came back to our room. He took all his clothes off, looking at me all the time. I went to the bed and lay down, throwing my robe to one side. He was a catch! His skin was a lovely Mediterranean tone, and he was a guy who believed in shaving everywhere.
He lay down next to me and our tongues played with each other while his fingers moved my panties to one side and started to explore. Impatiently, he turned, his lovely stiff cock now next to my face as he pulled my panties right down and off over my feet.
Simultaneously, our mouths were working overtime. He was an expert, and I could feel those lovely waves of pleasure very quickly taking me towards a cum. I was panting and groaning and finding it very difficult to concentrate on what I was doing to his lovely cock with my mouth and hands.
Before either of us was quite there, he pulled away, turned around and fucked me. It didn’t take much to bring me to a climax, and I wrapped my stockinged legs around his torso as he continued pounding away. He swore as he shot his load inside me. I think maybe he was planning to go on a little longer. Short and sharp as it was, I have to say it was a magnificent fuck.
We lay side by side afterward, and for the first time had a little bit of a conversation. I found out that his name was Dimitri, and he found out that I would be staying another three nights. We talked in whispers because Hazel was only a few feet away from us, but it wasn’t long before there was a lot more noise as we enjoyed more oral pleasure. Then he fucked me again in three different positions, finishing with me astride him, watching his sweating face intently as he came once again inside my throbbing pussy.
Dimitri asked if he could use my shower, then dressed and left me shagged out on my bed, still wearing my bra, suspenders and stockings, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Hazel woke me some time later using the loo. But at least she wasn’t throwing up. She didn’t look too good though, and I managed to get her to take her first bit of medication.
She told me that she had a really bad headache and that she needed a cuddle, so we ended up in the king-sized bed with our arms wrapped around each other. She told me that she felt cold too. She was still wearing the underwear that she had on earlier. I held her even tighter, and we both fell asleep again.
When we woke, it was already time for her second tablet. She was already much more like her real self, and we chatted. She couldn’t remember much about the evening before. I wish that I had been quick enough to kid her into thinking that she had done something really outrageous, but in the end, I just told her about Dimitri and me. She called me a lucky slut with a smile on her face, so I knew she was feeling much better.
I couldn’t believe how much Hazel ate at breakfast, or how quickly she had recovered. She seemed as though she was on a high, laughing and joking. I couldn’t get a word in edgeways.
We knew we were meeting Vanessa at lunchtime, so we relaxed outside for a while enjoying copious amounts of coffee whilst eyeing up prospects staying in our hotel. Then we went to our room to change, ready to meet up with Vanessa. It was just casual stuff, so Hazel chose a white t-shirt and emerald green shorts, and I put on a yellow sundress.
As usual, Hazel looked wonderful. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were pressing hard against her t-shirt. I hadn’t been quite so daring and was wearing a white set of bra and panties under my dress, which was just above knee length.
Vanessa picked us up bang on time and then drove us a short distance to a seafront bar where we all enjoyed a cocktail. It very quickly became apparent that she and Hazel were enjoying each other’s company and I had a real job to get a word in edgeways.
I wasn’t really expecting that. After all, I had recently introduced Vanessa to the joys of lesbian sex and I had imagined it would be difficult to get her interested in another lady. Yet she was blatantly coming on to Hazel right in front of me.
Jealousy raised its ugly head, I’m afraid. Not with Hazel, because she has always been OK with whatever I have got up to and we are very open and honest with each other. But I wanted to get it together with Vanessa again first and then maybe later introduce Hazel into the action. The way things were going, I was getting worried that I would be left on my own.
The two of them were saying some pretty outrageous things, laughing a lot, and I noticed that Hazel’s nipples were standing proud and stretching her t-shirt a little.
Vanessa, bless her, put my mind at ease suddenly, looking both of us straight in the eye, one after another, and saying, “I think it’s about time we went back to my apartment – all of us.”
The afternoon turned into one of my best-ever moments. What a fantastic feminine threesome we had. As soon as her apartment door was closed, Hazel took Vanessa by the hand and ran upstairs with her. At the top, Vanessa stopped and turned, smiled and beckoned me to follow them.
Vanessa was lifting Hazel’s t-shirt over her head as I entered the bedroom, revealing those lovely firm tits with big stiff nipples. I watched as the two of them stripped each other and went for it hammer and tongue. It was urgent sex and it turned me on watching two ladies with whom I had shared sex really going for it.
I got my kit off as quickly as I could and started playing with myself. I didn’t join in until they changed positions, with Hazel tonguing Vanessa’s labia while Vanessa gave my soaking wet pussy a good licking.
We literally did everything that we could with each other for the whole afternoon. It was wild, abandoned, and very satisfying sex. It was so good that we did the same thing every afternoon we were there, so three in a row.
But we also had three evenings to spend in Paphos, and Vanessa is very well in with the whole swinging scene there, and she told us that she was going to go out and find herself some cock and that we were welcome to join her.
We all pulled every night. There was so much choice, and it was so easy. Vanessa is obviously very well known at the places that she took us to.
Sometimes she introduced us to her friends, who in the main were also from the UK and living full-time in Cyprus. But she was always fixed up first with her choice for the night, and there were so many prospects for Hazel and me to admire that we both took our time.
The first night Hazel got the hots for a very tall guy and asked if she could use our hotel room because the guy was married and couldn’t use his place. I told her of course she could, as I was fairly sure I could find somewhere to enjoy myself.
And I got lucky with a guy called Phil, a divorcee, who was on holiday and staying in a hotel quite close to ours. He was quite shy, but we ended up getting a taxi and going back to his hotel.
The fact that his room was number 101 made us both laugh, but the sex certainly wasn’t confined to the rubbish bin. In fact, he was a great repeater and I got two good fucks before falling asleep, and then another early in the morning.
It was turning into a sex-filled break. Mornings after breakfast were the only times we got to relax, and Hazel and I lay on sunbeds, reading, soaking up the sun, and falling asleep quite often.
Between 3 pm and 6 pm every day, the three of us got together at Vanessa’s pad. There were some toys in her bedroom, but we really didn’t need them. Considering that Vanessa was a newbie to bi-sexual stuff, she was extremely adventurous. We all fancied each other like mad, and our tongues were on each other all over the place.
Naturally, at times we all had to take a short break from the action, but the other two would just carry on. There was so much noise, and personally, I never got tired of receiving and giving so much pleasure.
On the second night, we met Vanessa at another club. The club was very busy and not dissimilar to the one we went to the night before.
Vanessa got herself fixed up very quickly again and disappeared, leaving Hazel and me to sort out some fun for ourselves. Well, we certainly did that alright. We met a couple of friends from Manchester, Gary and Bob. They were both divorced and had lived in Cyprus for quite a few years.
No time was wasted – within half an hour of first talking to them, we were in a taxi to our hotel.
Gary was of medium build, with blue eyes and dark, almost black hair down to his shoulders. Bob was much taller and perhaps a little overweight, with short fair hair that was beginning to show the signs of going grey. I would guess that they were both in their early fifties.
Once in our room, we paired off without even thinking about it. Gary and I used the nearest bed, leaving Bob and Hazel to the other one.
We all knew what we wanted, so clothes were quickly scattered everywhere, and I felt Gary’s tongue on my clit just as I started a blow job on him. The lights had been left on and I glanced over to the other bed to see that Hazel and Bob were in exactly the same position.
Of course, we ended up looking after both guys, and we had chosen well. Gary was almost exclusively into giving oral and spent ages on us both, bringing us to repeated cums. He did fuck us both too, but only very quickly as a finale.
Bob just liked attention on his cock all the time and wasn’t quite so much into much work with his tongue. But he was a stayer, and he didn’t mind what position he was in as long as his cock was active.
The night was beautiful, and they both stayed, meaning that we were both treated to an early morning fuck from both of them before they said goodbye.
There was a brief respite for both of us by the pool after breakfast, and then it was over to Vanessa’ for our third and last bit of afternoon fun. This time we started off by describing everything that we’d done in the last few days.
Our descriptions became quite lewd and very funny. We ended up in hysterics. We thought we had done pretty well, but Vanessa told us that she had three more cocks than Hazel and two more than me. We vowed to try and catch up on our last night, but knowing Vanessa, that might be very difficult to achieve; she is such a dirty, lucky woman!
Our laughter turned to squeals of delight and moans as we shamelessly formed a sort of circle on the bed, tongue to pussy three times over.
It was going to be our last opportunity before we could arrange another meet-up with her, so we kept going a lot longer, leaving us very little time to get ourselves ready for another night out. We even had to skip dinner at the hotel.
This time Vanessa took us to another club, which was much further away from Paphos town. It was bigger than the other two put together and was already packed out when we arrived. It seems that if you know where to go, there is a constant stream of opportunities for people like us. Vanessa told us that she usually slept with at least three different guys every week and she just goes out when she wants some fun and finds it!
I decided there and then that I needed to talk to hubby about moving there.
Hazel and I had talked earlier and we wanted to try and repeat the night before and get two guys back to our hotel to share. We had dressed appropriately, both wearing zip-fronted mini-dresses. Mine was red, and Hazel’s was white with some silver trim. The dresses were too tight to wear suspenders, so we both wore hold-ups and undies that covered almost nothing at all.
Vanessa was OK with us looking for what we wanted and was soon chatting with a small group of people who she obviously knew very well.
Hazel was very proactive and approached two guys who were standing at the bar chatting. I couldn’t believe how forward she was, but she introduced me to them and we knew that we had pulled pretty quickly.
There were lots of laughs, suggestive remarks, and even some touchy-feely moments as we got to know each other. Hazel was smitten by the taller of the two guys. His name was Des and he was from London. He was black, well over 6ft tall and skinny with a shaved head and a goaty beard.
My pick was called Ali, also from London. He was only a couple of inches taller than me, and obviously of Asian descent even though he had a cockney accent. His hair was short and neat, and he had a thin black moustache. But what I liked about him most was his very quick wit and winning smile.
We all knew the score, and by 9:30 pm we were all together at our hotel, but on the way through the hotel entrance, Dimitri from room service beckoned me and told me that he was off duty at midnight, and asked if there was anything he could do for me. He surreptitiously handed me a piece of paper which I put straight in my handbag.
At the time I was far more focussed on our new conquests, so I just smiled at him, and continued to make our way to the room, where within minutes both Hazel and I were receiving some brilliant oral attention.
It went just how we had planned. They both gave us a really good seeing-to. And they were very skilled in everything that they did, bringing us to some more wonderful orgasms.
The only thing that disappointed me was that they both withdrew and shot their loads over my face. I’d much rather feel them cum inside me and let it soak a while, but all in all, it was a lovely sexy night for our last one in the hotel.
We couldn’t persuade them to stop the night. That was disappointing, but maybe they had homes to go to or something else arranged.
Then I recalled my swift meeting with Dimitri and retrieved the note he had given me. It was his phone number.
“What’s the time Hazel?” I asked.
“Just past midnight Jill,” she replied from the bathroom.
“How do you fancy finishing our time here with a flourish?” I asked.
She came running out of the bathroom and flung her arms around me saying “I can never get enough of you, Jill.”
That was a lovely reaction, and we enjoyed a quick grope of each other before I told her that I had something else in mind.
“OK, give him a call. From what you told me about him, he should be able to cope with both of us,” Hazel said eagerly.
I was actually well chuffed that Dimitri had wanted to see me again. He was very much a bit of a catch, and I didn’t mind sharing him with Hazel either. So, the call was made, and five minutes later, I was introducing him to Hazel, who, of course, was completely comatose through alcohol the last time he had been in our room.
I could tell Hazel was very impressed too when she eyed Dimitri for the first time, and I didn’t stand in their way as they got to know each other intimately in the time-honoured fashion.
He removed the little clothing that Hazel was wearing very quickly, sucked on her gorgeous nipples and then carried her to the nearest bed. He stood next to the bed admiring her as he stripped off quickly, and I watched intently as the two of them explored each other totally.
Hazel was giving him a blow job when Dimitri looked over towards me and gestured for me to join them both. I couldn’t wait and stripped my undies off quickly before trying to find a good position on the bed.
Firstly, I licked his fingers while they were eagerly probing Hazel’s lovely pussy. She still had his cock in her mouth, but she was finding it difficult because of heavy breathing and squeals that were coming from her.
He wanted to fuck her, so Hazel moved to let him lay on the bed while she straddled him. I could see his magnificent cock going in and out of her, bringing her closer to a cum, and I sucked on her stiff nipples as she lay back as far as she could.
I’m sure that they both orgasmed together, but Hazel wanted more, so after she lifted herself off him, I got to work on her soaking pussy, firstly with my fingers, and then with my tongue after we adjusted positions again. Dimitri lay there watching as I tasted both their cums mixed together.
Hazel was lost, mouthing obscenities as I kept her on a high. She was tireless and didn’t want me to stop, so I just kept going as hard as I could.
Dimitri was quiet, but I noticed him move and then became aware of his fingers entering me. I was soaking wet, so as I continued with my tongue work on Hazel, I opened my legs wide so he could get his head between them.
Now both Hazel and I were moaning and breathing heavily, but after she squealed with yet another cum, she took herself away from me so that I could enjoy Dimitri’s cock, which thankfully was already ready for business again.
This time he fucked me in the missionary position. Hazel had gone to the bathroom and my wonderful room service lover had me to himself again and kept going for ages until he could take no more and came deep inside me.
He stayed the night in our room. We didn’t get much sleep, but it was our last night, so we were determined to get as much fun as we could. I didn’t get another fuck, but Hazel did. I was OK with that because my pussy got loads of attention from both of them through the night.
The next morning, Vanessa met us and took us across the border and to the airport for our journey home. We both kept nodding off in her car, so I imagine she realised that we had enjoyed a good night. But there was enough conversation to talk about doing it all again before too long, and also to do a little bit of maths and discover that despite us having enjoyed three cocks each on our last night, Hazel and I had still not caught up with Vanessa’s total.
What a pleasurable, sexy few days it had been for us! So many memories, and so much for Gary to put in his journal when I got home.
I needed a rest, but I also wanted to see Aysegul again as soon as possible and wondered if I would have time to recover before Bulent and Ufuk organised the next “gentleman’s night” and all that it entailed.