When Tiffany woke up the first thing she noticed was the light. Directly overhead was a large circle pierced with holes, and through each opening a thin shaft of sunlight fell diagonally through the clouds. It was very warm and her body was relaxed, rested—she felt good. There was a wonderfully evocative smell in the air. At first she couldn't imagine where she might be and then the memories came flooding back. Oh, shit. She had smoked some wicked hash and been eaten and finger fucked into insensibility by an eighteen-year-old girl.
Of course, that was it. She was in Istanbul, in a hamam—a Turkish bath. The shafts of light above were from tiny windows in the dome covering the room. But the clouds? She turned her head. On a pedestal nearby smoke rose from a blackened copper bowl. Incense. That would account for the fragrant air and the clouds. She turned the other way and saw another incense burner, then a third.
Like some kind of ritual or ceremony, she thought.
Lifting her head a little more, she saw that she was still naked. She noticed something missing between her legs and remembered that the girl had shaved her. How long had she been out? Probably not that long—it was still daylight.
Damn! That girl, Lale was her name, sure knew how to eat pussy. Tiffany didn't think she'd ever cum so hard. She'd have to reconsider the whole idea of sex with girls. And what about Ayshe, her Uncle Edward's beautiful new Turkish wife? She'd set the whole thing up, and she had lain right next to her and been eaten by the girl's twin sister. Fucking wild...
Tiffany decided she had better find Ayshe and get out of this place. But when she tried to get up, she couldn't. She turned her head to one side and saw that something was tied around her wrist. It didn't budge when she pulled on it. She tried the other wrist—same thing. Her ankles were also tied, her legs apart. The fabric of her bounds was smooth, not uncomfortable, but strong. Probably silk... What the fuck was going on? "Ayshe?" she called.
"I'm here, darling," said a voice directly behind her. As Tiffany twisted her head around to look, Ayshe, wearing a silk kimono, sat on the marble platform next to her. "How do you feel?"
"I feel okay," said Tiffany. "But why am I tied up? What's happening?"
Ayshe paused and took a drag on her cigarette. "Before I answer," she said, blowing out a cloud of smoke, "let me ask you a question: did you like the way Lale made you feel?"
The look on Ayshe's face made the American girl nervous. The warm friendliness was gone from her aunt's lovely hazel eyes. It was replaced with an expression of cool calculation. When Tiffany answered she tried to sound tough, but her voice carried a note of panic. "Yeah, I liked it," she said. "That was pretty obvious, wasn't it? So now what?"
Ayshe smiled coldly. "Now, my dear, you are going to return the favor. I provided the conditions for you to have a fantastic experience. This time
you
will make
me
feel good...and some of my friends, as well." And you will make a great deal of money for me, she added to herself.
"Your friends? You mean the twins, Gamze and Lale?"
"Perhaps," said her aunt with a cruel smile. "Perhaps them, too."
Tiffany was now truly frightened, but before she could reply Ayshe clapped her hands. Three men entered the room and began setting up photographer's umbrella lights on tripods. The men also set up two digital video cameras. "Wh-what's all this for?" she asked.
"I'm going to record our little encounter for posterity. Then when you're back in the States you'll be able to watch yourself in action." In fact, she planned to sell the video to an unscrupulous porn distributor in Moscow.
"Wait! This is fucked up! I don't want..." But Ayshe silenced her by placing a finger to her lips.
"You have no say in the matter, my sweet. Either you will cooperate or...or you will simply be used without your permission. I suggest you try to enjoy it. You might even find you like it in spite of yourself." Ayshe smiled her cold smile and walked away.
As she struggled against her bonds, Tiffany became oppressed by the heat in the room. It was, after all, a sauna. Rivulets of sweat trickled from her forehead into her hair. Gamze and Lale appeared, sitting on either side of her. Gamze sponged her with cool water. Then Lale poured scented oil into her hand and anointed Tiffany's body, including her breasts and her newly shaved pussy. Tiffany pleaded with them to help her, to untie her, but they just spoke soothingly in Turkish. Gamze stroked her hair softly.
Suddenly the marble platform where she lay was bathed in strong light. One of the photographers spoke and the hamam grew quiet. Tiffany's pulse quickened as she waited. In the silence she heard high heels clicking on the marble floor, and Ayshe walked in at the head of a small procession. That is, the number in the procession was small; the men in it were huge. And no wonder, they were all athletes from various Turkish sports teams. Twelve, Tiffany counted, and one of them had to be seven feet tall. All were heavily muscled and naked but for towels wrapped around their waists.
The twins drifted away as the men formed a circle around the platform. Ayshe was lifted onto it by two of the men and stood between Tiffany's wide open legs, looking very tall in her high heels. Her eyes drank in the American teen's luscious body, her utter helplessness. As Tiffany looked up at her, Ayshe slowly removed the kimono. Her body was magnificent: long tapered legs, round hips, flat stomach, and round breasts. The skin was flawless and white as milk. And completely without hair.
She knelt between the teenager's legs and stroked the flesh of her inner thighs. Tiffany quivered with fear and anticipation—and maybe...desire? "So pretty," Ayshe whispered, lowering her face to the trembling girl's chest. She kissed Tiffany softly between her tender pink-tipped breasts, then kissed her way up the teenager's neck. Her victim was panting but whether with fear or lust she couldn't say. Ayshe gazed into her niece's eyes as their lips met. A photographer with a handheld video camera moved in for a close-up. The backlighting was perfect.
Though Tiffany was scared out of her wits she found herself longing for the kiss. Her lips parted. Ayshe smiled then, knowing the girl was in her power. She moved down, lifting Tiffany's heavy breasts to tease the nipples with her tongue until they grew stiff. She sucked each nipple in turn then squeezed the girl's tits together so she could lick both nipples at once. Tiffany shuddered. She could tell her pussy was soaked.
Ayshe lavished attention on her niece's tits for what seemed a long time and every touch sent waves of pleasure to Tiffany's sopping cunt. At last her aunt's kisses trailed downward until she reached the girl's smooth mound. Ayshe kissed and nibbled all around it, everywhere but where she wanted it most. The Turkish beauty licked the hollows at the tops of her niece's thighs, making her squirm. The scent of Tiffany's arousal fed Ayshe's need and finally, finally, she kissed the girl's inflamed sex.
A soft "Oh!" escaped from the helpless teen. Ayshe ran her tongue along the pink folds of Tiffany's vulva, up one side and down the other, exploring, tasting. The girl's pussy was sweet as candy. The older woman buried her tongue inside as far as it would go. Tiffany's honey was flowing and her aunt lapped it up like she was dying of thirst. Everyone around the dais could hear the wet sucking sounds as the Ayshe ate her gorgeous niece's cunt.
Tiffany forgot her fear and simply experienced each second of the pleasure she received. On some level she understood that being tied up and powerless freed her from her inhibitions, from judgment, from the whole notion of right and wrong. But she didn't think about any of that. She didn't think at all. There was only the here and now and that wonderful tongue between her legs.
Ayshe's talented tongue circled Tiffany's clit slowly, and her niece began to began to rock her hips crying, "Uhnnn...uhnnn," with each pass of that clever tongue. Her need for release was building and everyone there could see she was ready to cum. Ayshe knew it too, and just before the critical moment she stopped. "Why..." the girl began.
Her aunt smiled that cruel smile again. "It's my turn, now," she said, and crawled up Tiffany's body until they were face to face. Her mouth and chin and were wet with the brunette teen's cunt sauce, and as Ayshe leaned in for a kiss her niece