Dear Susie,
That was a nice surprise getting your letter. I hadn't expected it at all but there it was, just after I posted my letter to you.
Well, my dear, I didn't expect that either! He sounds such a nice boy -- Gérard - and I am so pleased. I'm certainly getting the sun, sea and sex (lots of it) but you've got the romance as well. Lucky you!
I did so like your description of you and Gérard in the sand dunes. So sweet and soooooo sexy! Loved your description of him. Is he really that tall (and let's be frank 'big')? I do hope you take photos -- and I mean PHOTOS! I wanna see that cock, girl, when I get home!
Sounds such a lovely place to be. Not that this isn't lovely too. So lovely. I wish you here, but I'm sure you don't miss me there when you're with Gérard! Right gooseberry I'd be, whereas here... well the boys would be more than happy to see you! Nothing gooseberry about a second girl with the four of them.
Hey, I looked up Gérard, it means 'spear-hard' from the German. Go on, tell me, how hard does he get before you make him soft! Is it quite a 'spear'? Tell all!!!!
It's funny how the men, my men, act differently when alone rather than in a pack. Bill just makes me laugh. Do you know what he said? He said this was like a package holiday and I was the package! Cheeky monkey! But he did say the economics weren't at all bad from his point of view. Shared villa cost amongst four -- and the car -- yes, there was my air fare and board to pay for but shared between four and given the added benefits... cheeky monkey, referring to my pussy as an 'added benefit.' He said £360 air fare divided by 4 was £90 and if he had sex with me thirty times on holiday that was three quid a fuck or suck. I kicked him in the balls for that, Susie! He was laughing so much, and I ended up, just the same, and then he just fucked me -- so another of his 'thirty' ticked off!
The professor... I mean Alec. He is so professorial, so that's how I think of him. I am sure he is writing up his sexual activity with me. Do you know what he came out with after Bill had repeated his three quid a fuck comment to them all that evening around the table? He said if it was thirty ejaculations from Bill then that would suggest 120 from them all and at say 5 millilitres an ejaculation (is that right Susie, I have no idea, but, there again, probably nor have you, even if you were better at science at school than me) then that would be about a pint of semen 'pumped' into me. Pumped! Well, you can imagine I said something about that and received another 5 millilitres from each, yeah, 20 millilitres in return before bed -- pumped!
'Around the table' does not do justice to sitting out in the warm evening air. I expect you've found the same, but it is just so not England. It's never cold. Mostly I have something on for dinner by the pool, but it's not needed, just seems right. One of my little dresses normally but nothing else. No knickers! The men have shorts and shirts on. I feel just so sexy with no knickers, and I know the men feel the same about that -- me with no knickers!
Ted confiscated my knickers on my second night. All of them! I'm just not allowed knickers anymore. I have to go 'commando' under my dress, skirt or shorts. What would you think of that, Susie, having your knickers confiscated? The whole drawer full! Even when we go out. I have to be a bit careful, especially when as yesterday it was a windy day, and I was in a dress out and about sightseeing. We were looking at this Roman site and I was climbing up these steps at an amphitheatre and, all of a sudden, my dress blew up right over my head. It must have been a sight! Well, I know I was because Bill took a couple of photos and showed me. Luckily there was hardly anyone else around. Just a young couple and she looked just amused -- and her boyfriend looked pleased!
Now Ted. 'Pa Ted,' that's how they all refer to him after he 'claimed' me at that restaurant. He insists, if we go out to dinner, he wear a blazer and cravat. It's a bit warm really for all of that but he won't take it off. Sits like that looking cool, calm and just so smart. Handsome, I think. I know, Susie, you're thinking what am I doing with these old boys and even seeing one of them (or is it more!) as 'handsome'? Well, you always thought Mr Brennan back at school was just the bees' knees -- didn't you? I bet you imagined all sorts of things with him at night in bed. Go on, I bet you did. Tell me!
I like going into the restaurant on Ted's arm. Do people think I'm his daughter or his 'floozie' I wonder? Do I care? I don't know anyone. They never do anything untoward out and about. Well, just maybe the odd hand comes onto my knee under the restaurant table. Maybe hands... and maybe the odd finger does stir my little 'pot', if you get my meaning!
Should I perhaps get them out under the table one night? What do you think, Susie? If you were here, would I be more daring? You and me acting together -- as a pack! What fun. You and me unzipping all four and getting them out and getting them hard under the table. Giggling together as we know they all have their cocks out and upright and the other diners have no idea what we're giggling about. I can imagine Ted telling us not to be so 'naughty' or we'll both get a spanking when we get back to the villa. And I'm sure we would. No sooner back than our dresses lifted and we'd be over knees. Our pink bottoms side by side as we're spanked! We had better not cry out or our mouths would be stuffed -- and I'm sure you know by what! Aren't I bad imagining that, Susie? But I wonder if you feel a little bit of a tingle at the idea? Perhaps that depends what Gérard's been up to. Has he spanked you... yet!
What do I tell you? We're halfway through our fortnight here. I'm so glad it wasn't just a week as I'd be heading home now. Seven more lovely days in the sun. All that lovely food, the swimming and, yes, a lot more sex
The men hired a boat. A nice little boat with an outboard motor for us to go up the coast. Not really big enough for me to disport on the prow in my bikini and sunhat. It wasn't a yacht! I'd have liked that.
Alec was after us landing at a little bay -- apparently there were a lot up the coast -- the idea we would have it to ourselves for a nice little picnic. Our own private beach. Can you imagine that, Susie? Of course I had no illusions about what the private bit meant. It would be like at the villa -- only out in the open. I could see it coming -- four naked men, four rampant pricks and little me and no one to defend my virtue. My little bikini would not be much good at that. You'd have loved it and, as I keep writing, I'm sure you would too. You in that little blue bikini of yours -- for a time!