salaciously obscene picture that she was struck as if by a blow to the stomach with the lust-inciting and at the same time humiliating vision. In spite of an almost overwhelming desire to shut out the scene by again closing her eyes, she stared fascinated at the dark attentive head trapped between her creamy white thighs bobbing like a man caught in the rapids of a river, and at her own face distorted into a lewd mask by the swelling thickness ramming in and out of her mouth. Glancing to the side, she found she could get another view. They formed a two-headed figure she now knew was what people called a 'sixty-nine'. She pulled her knees back past his shoulders to better see what he was doing that sent such wild sensations through her nerves like lightning flashes of passion, and the movement exposed her tiny puckered anus more openly to him.
The hedonistic Turk did not hesitate, but shoved his head forward the extra necessary inch to bury his tongue this time in the hot little rectal opening, bringing deep-throated moans from her chest. Then he began alternating between the two nether orifices until the thin ridge of slickly smooth flesh between them was slippery wet with the mingling of his saliva with her cuntal juices.
Nisli could tell from the way her straining belly was beginning to jerk faster and faster under him that she was nearing a climax, and he took his hands from the insides of her thighs and wrapped them around her hips to grasp her lusciously rounded buttocks in his fingers, digging harshly into them with his nails as he pulled her tighter up to his mouth. He could feel her hotly quivering clitoris vibrating under his voracious sucking lips like a tiny cock about to ejaculate in his mouth, and then her cum-juices began to flood out copiously over his fucking tongue and she moaned and grunted her release around his pistoning cock. She was sucking with complete abandon now out of deep-felt gratitude for the intense pleasure this strange man was giving her, and he felt his desire-bloated balls swell and ache, ready to explode into her eagerly laboring mouth.
Her hands, which had been lying loosely on the bed beside their obscenely coupled bodies until now, suddenly seemed to take on a life of their own as they reached up to play over his pumping buttocks and instinctively massage his cum-laden balls and the base of his thick cock-shaft until the unendurably excited Turk could hold back no longer. He increased the speed and depth of his strokes into her mouth until it seemed to her she would have to choke on his hard penetrating rod – then he felt the turgid steaming cum boil up out of his testicles and begin to spurt in endless streams into her repeatedly swallowing throat. On and on came the wild gushes of thick white sperm spewing hotly up into Penny's throat, making her Adam's apple bob up and down as she struggled to keep from choking, the burning liquid searing all the way down into her belly. Finally with one final jerking spasm, it was over – and his depleted cock began to deflate in her mouth as she continued sucking softly at the palpitating rod of flesh. He fell over on his side next to her on the bed, the two of them panting heavily from the draining effects of their orgasms. Penny was staring blankly into the mirror above the bed, her unseeing eyes fixed on the lewdly splayed-out female body which did not seem to be her own, but that of some stranger she had never seen before.
After a long time she came to her senses, and her mind was flooded with shame and humiliation at her wanton abandon under Nisli's ministrations. She groaned loudly into the room at the obscene sight of her young body stretched out openly beneath the mirror, and tearfully covered her eyes with her forearm to block it out. If only she had never married Robert, she was sobbing to herself, she would never have been brought to this, and she would be safe in her apartment in Philadelphia. Because of her young husband's uncaring brutal rape on their first night of marriage she had been more used and degraded than she could have imagined in her wildest nightmares. It wasn't fair, she shouldn't have been forced to go through what she had just been subjected to!
She would never be able to forgive Robert for this, nor herself for being so caught up in her own physical sensations that she had actually responded to Nisli's depraved caresses like one of the two-dollar whores Robert had gone out earlier to find in the streets of Istanbul.
I'll find a way to get even with Robert for this, she was thinking bitterly – but at the same time she knew she would never be able to obliterate this experience from her tortured memory. This would be with her until the day she died, and nothing she could do would enable her to forget it. Her virginal innocence of only twenty-four hours ago was gone forever.
CHAPTER SIX
Robert Hale felt as though he had been transported to another planet by the intense physical pleasures Feyadin had introduced him to the last hour. Now he was lying on the bed with her, totally exhausted after God knew how many orgasms and positions they had tried in making love. He couldn't decide if the overwhelming effects were predominantly from the hashish she had showed him how to smoke from the water-pipe, or mainly from the wild sensations of their wantonly abandoned sex together. He finally decided it was a combination of both.
He raised up on one elbow and looked down at the girl he had met in the hotel lobby only a short time ago while he was looking for his wife. He wondered then why she had so willingly offered to help him and now he understood. Her lips were turned up in a sleepy sensual smile of satisfied bliss. Her pink-tipped breasts were rising and falling evenly as she rested from their exertions together.
For once his limply hanging penis did not stir as he ran his eyes over the graceful curves of her thighs and hips and the point where they melded together at the curly triangle of dark pubic hair, and on up over her taut white belly to the fully rounded half-moons of her breasts. He felt completely satiated for the first time in his life.
Suddenly he remembered how the seemingly endless orgy had begun. She had said that she had asked the cleaning woman in the hall about Penny, and had been told that his young wife was in the hotel. Robert had jumped at the revelation, eager to go then and there to confront his runaway bride, but Feyadin had stalled him off. She had hemmed and hawed for a long time, meanwhile preparing dark brown chunks of hashish in the water-pipe, and finally he'd got her to come out and tell him what was on her mind.
He could hardly believe his ears when she'd said that she would take him to Penny – but only if he would make love to her first. Robert had been surprised at her suggestion, but he had no difficulty in complying with her request. He had been strongly attracted to her from the moment she had offered to help him in the lobby, and then to hear her beg him to fuck her led him to believe she must be a nymphomaniac. It had made the prospect even more exciting to him. Besides, he now reflected as he looked down at the sleeping girl, what choice had he had when you came right down to it? Even if she had been lying about knowing where Penny was, that was no reason to refuse, especially since he was already interested.
Now he no longer felt any passion raging in his loins, however, and he reached over and shook Feyadin by the arm. Her eyes opened immediately as though she had been watching him under her sultry eyelids, and she smiled up at him seductively.
'Again?' she asked, mistaking his reason for waking her up. 'You Americans have a lot of stamina.'
'Not this time, Fey,' he said, calling her by the short nickname he had used when he was making love to her earlier. 'I want you to take me to my wife – now,' he said, squeezing her upper arm painfully in case she wanted to stall him again. He had had about as much as he could take of her demanding sexual tastes, at least for the moment.
Feyadin looked up at him speculatively, as though trying to decide how much farther she could push him before taking him to the next phase of Nisli's plan. She couldn't be sure how he would react when he learned what his wife had been subjected to, and she would have liked to enjoy a little more of his youth and physical strength. Then with a sigh she made up her mind that he wouldn't wait any longer, and she slowly got up from the mattress, giving his deflated cock a final playful squeeze with her fingers before standing up.
'All right,' she reluctantly agreed. 'Get dressed and we'll go. You can put on that gown over there; we won't be going far and no one will see you.'
He shrugged into the fancy silk gown she had pointed out to him and waited for her to straighten her hair and join him at the door of the bedroom. She lifted her face up to his for a quick kiss before leaving, and he felt her tongue dart serpent-like into his mouth, but he ignored the light aching sensation this caused in his depleted testicles as he urged her toward the door.
'Promise me you won't say anything until we find out if she's still busy,' she said as they walked together down a carpeted hall from her apartment.
Robert's heart jumped in his chest at her words. 'W-what do you mean, busy?' he demanded.
'You'll see,' she smiled up at him coyly. 'Just promise me, or I can't take you there.' She stopped and
