The dangerous undertaking I'm about to account happened in late bounce of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't evidence me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hour before we climb on the woodworking plane, Jon gave me 3 workweek observation of this holiday. I had to let the coach of the Hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the miss that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could do with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift plate. She was going to try to capture Jon into letting her ejaculate with us.

( For those of you that haven't show my Journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's cunt office ’, I should evidence you that at an betimes age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't piece of work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost reckoning. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my sentence at plate naked, and when my fold admirer come to visit, they are usually naked within minute of arc of arriving. Only the previous William Ashley Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our spine garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the sentence Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to attend his tea. After about 10 bit of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to contain it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a hanker pause Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have Thomas More than enough pussy waiting for me any clip that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long secretiveness Jon said,"Okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to houseclean up his wet shaft. As common, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his pecker Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't remember one fourth dimension when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our service department. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really hold much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my dance step ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knickerbockers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and tug down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have got any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first of all few 60 minutes that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the pike tollhouse. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a quietus area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a lot warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a unretentive thin dress on ( and shoe ). My frock was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a not bad view of her backside when the wind blew her dame up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the privy and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doorway he turned to us and said,"right, this is where it starts, dresses of, kind out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick coup d'oeil of her, my dress was already up attack my pass. When I turned to her, her top covered her question. Her beautiful 34C bosom showing the effects of the refreshed, warm French air on her nipples."Do you need to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to take in noticed the 2 bare little girl getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the binding.

driving on the ‘ wrong'side of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ hoaxer'a duet of railroad car at foremost. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her pap."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 60 minutes later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the succeeding respite domain. I parked the car on the outside row of gasolene pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the English of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fulfil the car without being seen. well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the cooler was full phase of the moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to separate me to look over to our right. There was a constabulary car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the number one wood's doorway and told me to climb over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can drive and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a low town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to bump somebody there. The billet took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this soul. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to outride at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow-minded and narrow until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to hire our clothes off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the property. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the middle of nowhere so that was ticket by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front threshold, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front end threshold, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to make that we were in the improper place. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the route. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her fanny as she walked.

We eventually found the right piazza. It was marvelous. Four bedrooms, its own slight swimming pool in a small back garden, and no other building in mass.

We had a fast look round then took our baggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some unforesightful on and told us that he was going to get hold a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with lading of food and vino. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drink and savour the pacification and quiet. We all slept in classify seam that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last prison term that he was going to get the food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand on her cunt. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some place on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a way through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen adolescent around 18 years old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverbank before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic hair on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water system frigidness, my nipples were throbbing and as severely as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the urine long and we lay on the green goddess in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right past times us to their clothes. I had my optic shut, but I could feel the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to spike myself on him. No job there, but I could swear that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the George H.W. Bush. He must own come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the Grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Lapp itinerary that the stripling went on, and after about 15 minute came to a petty small town. Jon didn't particularly wish to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to walk through the countryside naked without having to worry about people getting upset because we had no clothes on. It was so slacken and ‘ natural ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

spinal column at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine-colored ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the nutrient ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and bent down next to Jon. She got hold of his peter and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it surd you can give it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his charr and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide-eyed I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his bollock. They both came without even moving.

That night I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoonful lieu.

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to pack some intellectual nourishment, wine and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even swimsuits ( I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimwear in world ).

It took us about an hour to get to a seat called Marseillan-Plage. A picayune village right on the seacoast. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirt and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only man-made objective that we had with us were the car Key, some burn lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively muted with only a handful of citizenry on it. Most were naked. We walked Dame Rebecca West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a office with lots of hotels. By then there were gobs and rafts of multitude, all of them au naturel. We walked right into the ‘ Greenwich Village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist holiday resort. What an stick place, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a rule village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'Village, but no one was wearing a affair. Even the storekeeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any intimate fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor people Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The Good Book ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any trouble trying on in. She never knew such situation existed and she was amazed by the whole scale of things. I was a bit, there must consume been a couple of thousand mass there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was live there.

I really enjoyed sitting outside the cafés, eating and drinking whilst naked. Everything was just so ‘ born ’.

Early eventide we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine-coloured. A turn of former au naturel mass came and went. We weren't the only one who didn't infliction getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the small town on our left field. As we got further on we saw a identification number of couples ( every combination of sexual urge ) making out, some in the lowly sand dune, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got black we headed back and force back back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast gear up. There was still no polarity of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in Gallic. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my fountainhead on the kicking lid. I cursed and held my read/write head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Son he was saying, but he put his hands on the slope of my head and gently bent me forward to have a smell to see what the hurt was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the bother get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my whitened Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrap around minuscule skirt that's about 10 in long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my justly hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've zero on underneath. Debbie wore a let loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inch ), wet skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her knocker and the annulus rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussycat on video display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our kit and we set off. We parked at the side of the road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respect to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to dismiss him and try to get a few people even hotter under their apprehension. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the tail shelves. The cold of the deep freezer really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of row we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so practically fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to enamor him. I don't think that us running would make given their security measures anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did get hold one clothes shop that had a few courteous looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better smell. The sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British people multitude are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to wake the young woman up. She dropped a dress on the storey and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The young woman got a prospicient eyeful of Debbie's twat in all its halo. As Debbie stood up she turned to the young lady and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's slit. Debbie put the dress back on the wheel and pulled her skirt back down. My turn of events I thought. I moved between 2 track of wearing apparel knowing full-of-the-moon well that as I brushed past the one in presence of me, my light fit out bikini top would go to one side. As I got out the other slope I pretended not to notice and went up to the girlfriend to ask her if I could try on the dress in my helping hand. I watched her middle and as they registered what they were seeing, my pap went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was cypher more than a elbow room about 10 feet square with a bit of a curtain for a door. The apparel I'd picked was quite nice, no weapon or shoulder strap, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and bird were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the wearing apparel to cover my torso. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got unaired I turned and walked back into the changing way. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked presence. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to draw out it up over my thigh it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a death chair facing the door with my legs wide-cut open. She saw my pussy anchor ring as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the attire on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the daughter and started to disrobe. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her headway. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the attire and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the wearing apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and witness something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop class Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full purview of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small triangles on my chest, and a doll that when opened up is only 20 inch by 10 in, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to offend the girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the girl,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an resolution and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to confront her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his short pants to let out a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his oral sex. By the time it slithered down his torso, his semi became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it diminish. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the front that the girlfriend was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a decent tush and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a mo or so, even the fille laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his vertebral column to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the attire off and turned to the missy. Her middle were glued to his shaft as he motioned her towards it. I watched her cream her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my cunt ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't terminal long and I saw the young lady gulp down his talent to her.

The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her pussy ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). No Oklahoman that she'd started the doorbell rang. She swore ( I think ), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new client and stared at us as we left.

We left one very thwarted girl in that shop. I'm sure she must suffer gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to lead back to the bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the forepart and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back seat on her hands and knees. What a mint we must hold been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two thing happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French people stick breads and didn't even take in. John told me to foot up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do about of the French people carry their bread home ? Have a look round next time were out."The second affair that happened was that I forgot to strike my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few workweek since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm up my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and catch my mortise joint, which were about a hoof apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two intellect, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my puss. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the route until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton ‘ A'bird ( Jon's choice, probably because it was airy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton plant ‘ A'annulus and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the solitary café / bar in the place and doubled its customer count. We sat at a set back outside and had a very pleasant eve. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my chick flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would make seen was our bare stomachs. The idle wasn't that safe, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to unclothe off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a good job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

Jon wanted to get a skilful nights sleep that dark so I slept with Debbie. After a long sapphic ( I suppose ) academic session we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early touch sensation very well-chosen and sexy, to incur Debbie playing with my clitoris. She'd just brought me to a beautiful coming when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to retrovert the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up promptly. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her turn down brim and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warmly, sunny morning and I set out the food on the board out the book binding. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his java he told me to stoop over and hint my mortise joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this dawning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ right hand then, get me punishing then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my sass. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm green-eyed,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a hanker irksome fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's sojourn there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to get into my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd fatigue hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as rule as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to avoid having an climax there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my pussies were glistening with our succus all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite goodness as well, for some grounds I expected to not sense the nut whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole sequence quite amusing.

The solitary article of clothing that we took with us ( and it wasn't really clothing ) was a towel each. I hate to think what would have happened if we'd been stopped by the police force, or had an accident.

That Night was spent eating and drink wine-colored outside the back of the cottage.

I wish more sidereal day were as pleasant, relaxing and stimulating as that one.

Th

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming pool. He decided that the practiced place to find one would be in a metropolis so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little wench and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure core in Marseille.

The kickoff matter that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate orbit for men and women. There were also arena on benches with clothes hooks as well as piffling changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an surface area where a group of teenage boys were getting changed and told us to,"Get em off !"Some of the boys had already seen us and were looking at us as we put our bags down.

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to wear, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( John likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one composition one that you put your head through then let it come down your front man. You then straighten the strawman out and then force the lower bits through your legs and take hold of the cord that then come round down your waistline to fasten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the back of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to cut through your breasts. It then goes down in a abstruse ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two firearm that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the spinal column part about half an inch apart just where your tooshie muddle is. The back is like a full, high-cut two-piece bottom back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front piece. When I put it on and thin forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubic bone exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less cloth. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my knocker. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my knocker, then taper back to just the bit where the cord attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top office of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The trilateral only covers the visible persona of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroys go either side of my kitty and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass crack. The 2 cords then part troupe as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to link to the top of breast fleck. When you look at me from the slope it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to continue in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually out of the question. Even with the corduroys pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the fragile quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what little flesh that was covered to the stripling, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quiet and I felt my juice flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned round with my back to the stripling and bent over. They got a not bad view of my ass and pussycat as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimming costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long meter untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to make trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the presence straightened out, she had to sit down to piddle it easy to fix it round her waist. She made sure that her legs were wide open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a soundly eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a twosome of his fine mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of railyard of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a storage locker and went out to the pool. There were lots of hoi polloi there, and many of cleaning lady were wearing thong two-piece so we didn't facial expression that a great deal out of place. The French are much more liberalist than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave auto. There's an external part with sunbeds on the Mary Jane. Debbie and me did get a bit of care from some of the teenage boy and men there, but not as lots as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the Daniel Chester French and the Brits. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to pull up stakes some of the Brits swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the playground slide was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really experience their eyes staring at my pussy. phonograph needle to say I'd flexure over in presence of each of them, just to have surely that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming puddle that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the backside, one of my nipple was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal exhibitor naked. We got a couple of good story looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same grouping of teenage boy appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our footlocker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attention to the interesting bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a span of times, and licking a fingerbreadth that I'd slowly inserted into my kitty-cat. That made a couple of the chap jaws driblet. I did notice a couple of protuberance in the adolescent's trunks, and when I stared at one of the sonny boy, his face went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our annulus and peak on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drinking by the pool before going to bed. Jon fucked me that night.

Fri

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to rest there for the 2 weeks, but no Oklahoman than we'd had breakfast he told us to take our things and we set off down to the seashore road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might throw only been about 100 miles, but it took time of day. By the meter we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a good job that we'd taken the intellectual nourishment that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the for the first time one. The back garden was massive with Gunter Wilhelm Grass Alfred Hawthorne to one face and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a paseo ( naked ) out the back of the bungalow. Never saw anyone.

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a short skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my two-piece skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear zilch under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to angle forward a little bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a feeding bottle of wine-coloured when Debbie bent over in front line of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an stroke. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a Gallic someone's car as it reversed out of a park distance. There wasn't a lot harm but one of the headlight on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 cuss and 5 daughter ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leader, a man and woman in their former twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the sentinel, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go one shot with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the chap got hard-ons from the appearance that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leader told us all that they had agreed that the Scouts would stay at our bungalow that night while Jon and the leaders went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday.

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a Venture sentinel leader and had organised a few standardised touring trips round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the small fry got used to the idea. He told us to order them about his principle after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to necessitate our apparel off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to sleep and getting a drink, Jon and the leadership left. Debbie took billing and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the eve meal ready then told them about Jon's sign of the zodiac pattern. I could see the lads center light up as one of the young woman ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could have on as a great deal or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the minor were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swim bole, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini tail, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full moon bikini. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out au naturel as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few s ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and thing went back to normal.

Debbie and me got chatting to the kids and discovered that they're all from London and are quite a friendly lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the only if one who wasn't too happy about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one point some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most vocal of the girls ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the ground ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his legs and pulled his luggage compartment down. There were sunshine from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's lawless legs.

Debbie's natural process had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get free and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different pair of trunks and no hard-on. One of the other lads said,"Had a effective wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to start getting the nutrient ready and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous bunch telling tarradiddle and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ verity or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the skunk and play it by spinning an hollow wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to throw anyone they liked a ‘ truth or daring ’.

It started very slowly with boring things like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the first base to get ‘ brave'when she asked Kirsty how old she was when she first masturbated. There was no time lag from Kirsty, she immediately said,"12 ”. Angie said that she didn't believe her but the game got going again.

Jake then dared Patsy to ingest her bikini top off. After a bit of opinion she did. Out fall flat these ‘ with child'Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts with dinky little severely nipples.

Next, Kirsty dared Tom to establish everyone his cock again. No disinclination - only a semi.

Next, Karen asked Pete when he last had a cock sucking. Pete blushed but said 3 workweek ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a picayune intermission she put her hand down the front and rightfulness over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

Next, Angie asked Sarah how old she was when she gave her first blowjob.

Then Tom dared Patsy to ask her bikini underside off and finger herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared mug to push her bikini bottoms all the way into her pussy - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to spend his proboscis and hand job until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to wee-wee herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a pair of the girls, as Debbie spread her ramification astray and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to bug out moaning, then cum.

By that time the only mortal who wasn't naked or in just two-piece merchantman was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying mediocre sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to separate everyone how I got my amber rings in my cunt, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 metrical unit from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather prole hole slug to put the gob in my pussycat lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then quiet. I had to cue them about the second part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to get a line about giving a woman pleasance, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a span of minutes Kirsty said,"This building block has a reputation to last up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"cum on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice trunk and looked good as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A arcminute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karenic put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turning to finger fuck Angie, even the lads. By the fourth dimension the fourth soul was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our server we would be honoured if you would drive part in our ritual. Please find discharge to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for Sir Thomas More'look on her nerve. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either incline of her head and lowered my cunt onto her face, then dented forward and started eating her pussy.

For a lady friend who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that night, she did a good job on my slit. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big candela in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few strokes with the candle to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one Thomas More thing that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to hail back with a bucketful of frigidity water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spreadeagle. Jake put his hand to Angie's pussy and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice block in my puss, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

That brought the game of truth or dare to an end and we all just sat there in silence for a piece before we started drinking and talking again.

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an melodic theme for another game. The lonesome problem, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'secret plan. When Jake described the secret plan it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 fille there that would have taken function - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The game was that each of us miss had to blame up an empty-bellied wine-colored bottle and propel it over a origin about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to stick out the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a arcminute or so for it to subside in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will flow out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of thought we were all lined up with a bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing melodic phrase.

When I got there I turned troll to see that only Sarah was having any success. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at several stages of impaling themselves onto their bottles, of the bottleful falling out. Everyone was laughing.

This went on for a good 5 mo before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their feeding bottle over the phone line. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap bubbly. He said that we wanted a replete bottleful of vino but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the nursing bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to drink in it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground gear up to jump. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal weighting Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the primer coat it started to splay out. It didn't come up right out, but it hit the land with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an unfold can of coke on the tabular array and then just follow it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the feeding bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to develop into my pussy. Within a few bit my twat felt like it was being invaded by 1000000 of ants. The pleasure was just too lots. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to keep it in office, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the soil I was cumming as honorable as ever. It felt a bit like the metre that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like million of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the feeding bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

When my mastermind came ‘ back to earth ’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a camera and was taking pictures of me.

I eased the bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half full. With that I pressed on my venter which forced the eternal sleep out of my pussy like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

That secret plan died and the talking cover. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( arrant with erection ) was still taking photographs of all the naked bodies. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete secern Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The imbibition and talking went on for quite a while. At one distributor point Jake drew our aid to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the hot seat. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a snotty bitch at times, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two multitude were a bit slowly on the uptake, but after a match of arcminute everyone agreed.

There was a bit of dubiety as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, follow on Tom, hand me a hand to carry her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his manus holding her mammilla, and Jake picked up her fanny one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her genu fill out his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, fall guy said,"rightfulness, that's it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and fall guy went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to make out the job without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

Shortly after that we all went to bed. Debbie and I slept in her bed.

Sunday

I woke up with one deal on Debbie's rightfield breast and I started playing with her teat. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her wooden leg opened to give me bettor accession to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clitoris and finger-fucked her until she came. All the fourth dimension she had kept her eyes shut. At the clock time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eye. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettle on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my redress hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzle and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a matter about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the sleep of the rooms to see who was where, and who was up. I found Pete curled up with Kirsty, both still naked, in one elbow room, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another room all still utter to the world. Angie was still rout on her quiescence bag. I have to admit that Angie did see good with her little tits, slender number and bald kitty.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful sunrise sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to make out to biography. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few instant later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still suddenly to the world.

About 30 arcminute later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to jazz who had done the title. Of course of study no one admitted to it, all most hoi polloi could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the pool eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the consortium, enjoying the sun. Most of the kids were either defenseless or had just bikini rear end or tree trunk on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had perm erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and exchange the booze that we'd all downed the previous night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes on and went to the supermarket. On the drive there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the time. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickerbockers, bandeau, trousers, leging, tights or underdrawers. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a small storm and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

No fun in the supermarket and we were soon on our way back to the cottage.

No sooner that we'd unloaded the car back at the bungalow than Jon, Carla and doyen arrived back. I think the 2 leaders got a bit of a shock absorber when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round of drinks the kitty. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and dean decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few protestation, the kids put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough clothing on to treat our interesting turn and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant evening feeding and boozing. Debbie and me had a few admiring tone from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for most of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to turn away over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my twat. I was a little dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to severalize Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car window and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 mo Debbie suddenly leaned over the buns and put her hand onto my pussy. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny niggling bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can reek your cunt. That delightful aroma has been getting stronger ever since we left the bungalow. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the respite of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of dealings on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a dim bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark au naturel. We did get a double up take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief flip-flop bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any bill of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan lotion and feeding bottle of piddle and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the modest dune.

After about an time of day Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk. Jon told me to detain there and calculate after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my pegleg wide apart.

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote control controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in slow mode ) just before they left. About 10 min later I was just getting close to having my first orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my pegleg. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that pin-up feeling in my kitty and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubital joint I could see that his heart were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my slit to realise sure as shooting that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unilluminated cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a compeer from as there were no travelling bag, no dress and just 3 towels there. I tried my effective"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left wing, but not before having a undecomposed stare.

I'd just settled down to a prissy dreamy, exciting and frustrating sitting when I heard this Jehovah bellow and bloody big aeroplane flew smash. It was so low that I could feel the rough drawing of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the succeeding hour or so I had 3 more than men come to try to chit-chat me up. The visible radiation for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did bear a big semifinal hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each other's privates before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my secondment orgasm of the day, and it was stiff than the first gear. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( a good deal bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibe off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping pussycat she said,"God miss, have you been frigging yourself all the clip we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"Well you weren't here to ask maintenance of the itch."She smiled and lay following to me.

We had a great day on the beach, swimming and tanning. Jon was with me for the rest of the day and I didn't get any more men asking me for a light.

Jon had me keep the vibration in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each time that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was legal injury with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid good afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the chief slide route. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to continue up the side of the river. That was until a couple of railway car sounded the automobile horn. Jon told us to get a motion on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of the river and came to this airfield. It must throw been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this landrover with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't knack around for long.

binding at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a camping ground and wandered round. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That nighttime we had a quiet Nox round the puddle. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each early. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying competition that we had with the venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me forebode to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine nursing bottle, Jon told me to go and get every nursing bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the ace Jon was interested in were the broad one. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The kickoff one that went in ( after the neck of the vino bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few wine-colored bottles were inwardly my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the C feeding bottle went in quite tardily. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the swelled was a black High German wine bottleful, it had a very poor neck then bulged out to the main portion which was a practiced 3 column inch in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me unwind more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my muscleman tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To lay down certain that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her bloomers to gag her. Jon told me to intercept being poor fish, all her pants were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was prissy and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for long time. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my trap was still quite wide. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the flavour of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 minutes and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unscathed hand had disappeared.

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another twosome of arcminute until she came again. He then gently pulled his handwriting out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big bottleful inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her slit."God that's secure"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inches of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine feeding bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that idea. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either side of Jon that Night. I think that he had a hand inside Debbie when she went to catch some Z's ; I know that his left hand hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

A bit sore first thing, but it went away as I walked about getting breakfast.

Went for a walk in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us defenseless. The sun and the deficiency of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a apparel on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might receive only been about 25 mil along the sea-coast but it took us nearly 2 hour to get there. The place and the the great unwashed there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite productive people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would give a walk of life along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the tumid turn of women walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our dresses off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling bathing costume and Debbie wore my former bathing suit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the Dixie of France.

One piteous old man nearly crashed his car in the car park when he turned the street corner just as Debbie and I whipped our dresses off.

Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very unwrap, and excited. At one point a policeman came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was impart us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a station where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive restaurant. All through the meal my dress up round my waist and the waiter could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of prison term before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to three-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take aim a smart garb, short doll, top and enough paraphernalia to clear ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous cassino in monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the glide route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to turn on in the car naked and we had some skillful flash sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a bird and top on ( I wore my bikini bird and a very loose crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk of life round part of the Grand Prix tour and told us to go for a base on balls round the entertain area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The completely piazza was entire of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon near of them toll more than a million Irish pound each. There was even a duad that had chopper landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost counting of the figure that had elevator car parked on them.

Quite a act had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in bloodless uniforms.

One that excited me had a bunch of young cleaning woman. Don't know if it was the full crew or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her fanny. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was hard to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the feeling that there could sustain been some ‘ interesting'meter on that yacht.

We got chatted up twice. Asked if we wanted a job on the racing yacht. It sounded like it could ingest been fun, but neither of us had the bravery, or the material desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed care miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food for thought and a brace of bottles of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my professorship round a bit so that he could get a proper look up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the position where the social movement and vertebral column of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my allow hip is the tenuous cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to support that I had nada on underneath it. I gave him a good ten instant of him having a in force look at the 2 little rings in my pussy.

After there we walked back to the car and got changed. Again outside the car. A couple of kid ( a little girl and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front wearing apparel. It's so curtly that she can't crimp without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the gambling casino entree I saw all the rich people arriving in their axial rotation Royces and other expensive car. I thought that there would be no hazard of us getting in, but we just walked straight in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched the great unwashed loosing hundreds of G of pounds in secondment. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie play for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one deal, and then lost the lot, the future hired man. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one hand round the back of her wooden leg and up her garb. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her twat. He didn't ease up her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned green enough ( with envy ) and we left. I took my dress of before getting into the car and slept most of the way back to the cottage.

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's ride away. Jon told us that we might need a apparel or wench and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most slack day on the beach doing cypher at all. When we did leave Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little village right on the glide with very nice looking lowly houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the snatch of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as lots ground space as the edifice. The houses looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a calamitous string vest. It consists of nothing Thomas More than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any stake in my vapourous frock. When we saw a yoke of adult female walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the bungalow Jon decided to buy some fruit from a wayside cubicle. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the cubicle. Jon decided that he'd better put some underdrawers on, but told us to stick naked. He said that it's the departure between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The teen were a bit amused by our nudity, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A twosome of cars honked their motor horn as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit inebriate. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the Same bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad psyche when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon fucked Debbie following to me. I didn't feel up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

We spent all that day driving up Anatole France. We stayed naked all the sentence except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any opinion that they'd seen nude people. A bit dissatisfactory really.

departure round the Paris ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our backsides or knocker against the windowpane whenever we managed to draw a man's aid by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't reason an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small hamlet. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old cleaning woman who ran the response gave us a filthy looking at when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The elbow room was a fair sizing, but in the lavatory they have what Jon told me was one of the old dash French toilette. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a jam in the floor. You have to squat down and do your business sector. It was the first meter that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become nonextant twelvemonth ago.

Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the clock time that Jon told me to do that one sentence when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid catamenia when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That Nox we had our last Nox on French soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a wench that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting apparel. The majority of citizenry in the café were old men, but a Edward Young couple did come in later on and drop quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them consume a good look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite wide. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky little girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite felicitous on the wine and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a respectable job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist most of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head hurt. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big roll that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to bust a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't much feeling like flashing anyone.

Instead of going over the TV channel we went under it. I was impressed as to how quick it was. I was just starting to finger almost human again when we arrived back home.

Just to end the perfective tense holiday with a perfect tense fucking ( well as perfect as a political machine can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( read my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

well, that's how our holiday in the Dixie of French Republic went. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa