Hi, it’s Carrie here. A lot has happened since my last letter here, (Carrie rides again). I am just back from my holiday with Izzy. What a fantastic time we had, and since we came back too. I had told Izzy about my arrangement and how I could sleep with who I like, guilt free, and that I intended to have fun. She was a bit taken aback, but she knew me when I was younger, and knew I had fucked freely then, so it was kind of reverting to type, I suppose. Izzy is single, and we were both going with the intention of pulling. My one concern though, was that I didn’t want a holiday romance, stuck with one guy for a week, and I felt that might be more up Izzy’s street. We had a few drinks before the flight, and on the plane we were chatted up relentlessly by 4 guys almost young enough to be our sons. It was a good giggle. They promised to take us out if we met up whilst out there. It certainly put us in the holiday mood. We arrived in the early hours of the morning, and it was around 6 when we got into our apartment. It was basic, just two single beds, a sink and cooker, and a bathroom shower. We grabbed a couple of hours sleep, then went out exploring. We shopped, enjoyed the sun, and sat having a glass of wine eyeing up the talent, and passing comment. The waiters were very attentive and flirty. Two single women, I could feel we were going to have a lot of fun. I’d heard that the Turks were good lovers, Izzy had been here before and said that too, and it would be the first time I had sex with a foreigner. We went back to our apartment and showered and changed. We were both a little bit raw from the sun, but felt glowing. Izzy was wearing a short skirt and top, and I had a short dress and low heels. Izzy is taller than me. Not fat in the least. But she is sporty and quite an athletic build. I am a lot shorter but my figure is quite good, although I do have stretch marks. Most men seem to like my boobs, although John (gypsy, my partner) says I have nice legs and thighs. We had a meal, then went to a couple of bars. Everywhere we went, men were trying to chat us up, both tourists and locals, but I had made up my mind I wanted to try Local. We went into a club, which was quite busy. Within a few minutes I caught the eye of a very good looking guy, who smiled at me. He and his friend immediately came over and introduced themselves as Hakan and Ali. Hakan was around 30 with gorgeous eyes and a very fit body. Ali was taller more muscular, around 35. They asked us to dance. I danced with Hakan, and even though it was a fast dance, he pulled me close to him. I didn’t object. Ali and Izzy were also dancing close, and chatting. I could feel Hakan’s groin pushing into me, and I could feel the moistness building up inside me. He ran his fingers up and down my spine. My mind was made, I would have him tonight. We got another drink, and Izzy and I excused ourselves and went to the toilet. “What do you think”? she asked. I told her they were fine by me. That was it then, bar for one problem. We only had a single room. We hoped the guys would have somewhere. We went back and danced again. I felt a bit like a nervous schoolgirl. I could feel Hakans cock pressing into me , his fingers up and down my spine, occasionally brushing my bottom. He whispered to me “Tonight pretty lady, I make love to you? Yes?” I was taken aback. I just swallowed and nodded and my yes came out all hoarse. He kissed me and it felt so good. I wanted it so much right then. He said we should go. It turned out they didn’t have a place they could take us. Izzy looked at me, and we both shrugged. Hakan had his hand on my bum as we all walked back to our apartment. We were all almost silent. It felt a bit strange. Earlier I had felt like a giggly schoolgirl, but now it just felt raw. We all knew we were going back for sex. I was really nervous, not least about us all being in the same room. We got into the apartment, and left the lights off. I could see Ali grab Izzy and kiss her passionately. Hakan pulled me to him and kissed me. Any inhibitions I had just flew out the window. He was a hot kisser, and the soft moans of Izzy just added to the charged atmosphere. Hakan undid my zipper and my dress fell to the floor. Still kissing me, he unhooked and removed my bra. He took my left breast in his hand and gasped. He told me my boobies were magnificent, which made me giggle a bit. My nipples were erect and longing for attention. He duly obliged, taking one, then the other into his mouth, sucking and teasing them with his tongue. I held his head as he sucked. His hand slid into my panties, and one finger went straight into my very wet pussy. I pulled his head up, then pulled off his t shirt. I ran my hands over his firm young torso. It felt wonderful as his fingers worked my wet cunt. He pulled down my panties and I stepped out of them. He guided me down onto the bed, then began removing his trousers. I became vaguely aware again of Izzy’s moans. I glanced over to the other bed. I couldn’t make out much, but Ali was fucking her very slowly. Hakan climbed onto the bed, between my legs. I was hoping he would go down on me, but he knelt between my legs, with his hard cock in his hand. Even in the dark it looked big. He lifted my legs in the crooks of his arms. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy. This was it, I was about to get my first foreign cock. He pushed into me. It felt so very hard. I felt him enter me without too much resistance. I gasped at the feeling it produced. He pulled out a bit, then slammed all the way in. I cried out. It felt good. He began to ride me hard and fast. I tried to slow him down a bit but he was full of energy. He fucked me for a short time then I felt his body tense. He let out a series of loud grunts, and I felt his hot spunk fill me. I was a bit disappointed. I hadn’t cum. He got up and said he would shower, and later we would fuck again. So much for the making love. As he showered. I listened and watched the shapes on the bed a few feet away. Izzy was going to cum, and sha did, loudly. Ali soon followed. I was so turned on by this, I started to gently play with myself, and to my surprise, I had an orgasm of my own watching my friend being fucked. We all took turns in showering, then lay quietly on the respective beds. Hakan began gently kissing me and touching me all over, slower this time. I reached down and felt for his cock. I gently stroked it, feeling it grow steadily harder. I bent down and took his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking the length. It grew like a rock. I sucked him for a couple of minutes, then he pushed me onto my back. He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs wide. I took his cock and guided it into me, and whispered to him to take it slowly. He did. This time it felt much better. He slowly thrust in and out of me, my cunt gripping his cock with each thrust. He kissed me and kneaded my breasts. I was loving it now, a much better fuck. I could feel an orgasm build from deep within me, slowly rising. I raised my legs and wrapped them round Hakan’s waist. I began to buck under his thrusts, and he started to speed up, just a bit at first. He was following my lead now. Each thrust long and deep. I could feel the tip of his cock nudge my womb. My orgasm began and it was a big one. He thrust deeper and faster as I cried out, until wave after wave of pleasure hit me and I couldn’t even speak. Somewhere in the midst of all this he had cum as well. I eventually relaxed enough to unwind my legs, which had been clamped around his body. His softening cock slipped out of me. I lay there just stunned/ Ali had already showered and was dressing. Hakan quickly showered and dressed. The guys left, saying they would see us at the same place tomorrow. I just mumbled ok. After they left, Izzy got up, still naked, and put the light on and poured us a drink. We were both a bit embarrassed. Eventually I told her not to take this the wrong way, as I wasn’t in the least bit bisexual, but it had turned me on to see and hear her having sex. She admitted the same, and said I had cum very loudly, and that it must have been good. I admitted it was. We drank a toast to the first of many, and both giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. And it was the first of many