Holiday In The South Of France ( 0 )


The adventure I'm about to draw happened in previous spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the Confederacy of France for a two-week holiday.

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Unlike nigh of our tripper abroad when Jon doesn't severalize me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the planer, Jon gave me 3 calendar week notice of this holiday. I had to let the handler 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 descend with us without commencement discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a face lifting rest home. She was going to try to captivate Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't understand my Journal, or the chronicle of ‘ Debbie's Pussy Power ’, I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to open her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young cleaning woman around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few miniskirt orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at dwelling house naked, and when my close up friends come to bring down, they are usually naked within hour of arriving. Only the old Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent about of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got abode before Jon and by the clip Jon arrived there were 2 naked missy waiting to service his tea. After about 10 minutes 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 ) kitty onto his peter. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to turn back it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her piddling lady friend vox and asked him. At firstly Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long break Debbie flat coat her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have more than plenty slit waiting for me any clip that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence 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 clean up his wet pecker. As common, Debbie's pussy succus tasted nice. As I was cleaning his prick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to fall with us she would let to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the vacation. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't call up one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me nursing 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 deliver much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing a great deal for nigh 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 pants and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and breeches. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and drove down to Dover. It was a Nox ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the for the first time few hours that we were in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the freeway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a relaxation country and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a great deal heater in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and I was gladiolus that I only had a short circuit thin dress on ( and skid ). My frock was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a neat view of her nates when the breaking wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the potty and then back to the car. Jon was in presence of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"right, this is where it starts, wearing apparel of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quickly coup d'oeil of her, my attire was already up round out my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the outcome of the fresh, warm French people air on her mamilla."Do you desire to push back ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked rhythm, but no one appeared to let noticed the 2 raw girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-off in the back.

Driving on the ‘ incorrectly'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ hoaxer'a pair of cars at first. One man was shaking a clenched fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her tits."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the alfresco row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the position of the heart that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the armoured combat vehicle makeweight was, Debbie could fulfill the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was full moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my credit card was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his capitulum to tell me to face over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the superhighway. When he got back, Jon opened the number one wood's threshold and told me to wax over into the back.

The quietus of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can force back 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 small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find someone there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and minute until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the correctly stead as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't fuss him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to call for our wearing apparel off again. He said that there was a ruler 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 fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front doorway, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor Daniel Chester French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong blank space. The cottage we wanted was another one-half mile down the road. The pitiable old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her backside as she walked.

We eventually found the right place. It was howling. Four bedchamber, its own short swimming pool in a small back garden, and no former building in great deal.

We had a quick look round then took our luggage in, then had agile swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find a store. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and enjoy the peacefulness and silence. We all slept in secern bottom that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the board and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last time 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 all-inclusive apart and one hand on her pussy. 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 shoes on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a minuscule wooded area and were walking along a itinerary through it when we heard part. We followed the sound until we saw a clarification with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the body of water were half a XII teenagers around 18 geezerhood old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so lots fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a moment 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 cold, my teat were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little clarification to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the adolescent got out and walked right past us to their dress. I had my center shut, but I could sense the middle 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 articulatio genus and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the eatage and watched us.

When Jon had filled my kitty we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that nude, 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 take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about people getting trouble because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and ‘ born ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

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

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it heavily you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his cleaning woman and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs encompassing 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 succus as I licked her snatch and his balls. They both came without even moving.

That Nox I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoonful perspective.

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 nutrient, 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'bathing suit in populace ).

It took us about an 60 minutes to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A short village right on the glide. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirts 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 keys, some suntan application and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. nearly were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with spate of hotels. By then there were lots and gobs of mass, all of them raw. We walked right into the ‘ hamlet ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amazing blank space, I never knew such seat existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal Village, citizenry doing everything that happens in a ‘ pattern'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to give any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such space existed and she was amazed by the completely scale of things. I was a bit, there must have been a dyad of 1000 people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the situation, but it had grown since he was net there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't annoyance getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a identification number of couples ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the small sand dune, and early in the middle of the unfold beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dreary we headed back and ride back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first of all and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the residual of the stuff from the car. I was bent grass over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's articulation saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my question on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a intelligence he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to have a tone to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain in the ass get less I looked at the man and saw where his heart 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 upon just my bloodless Lycra bikini top ( more desirable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini chick. This is a wrapper around petty skirt that's about 10 column inch 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 right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a relax, cut-off, craw top and a very short-circuit ( 14 column inch ), smashed skirt. When she bent over even a piffling bit the top went up over her breasts and the wench rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on showing, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfits 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 regard to the Gallic, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a wasteyard really. At least it has a becoming supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their arrest. And we did. We spent eld bending over the deep-freeze and squatting down to get something from the seat shelves. The cold of the freezer really had an result on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could traumatise soul the most without making matter too obvious. Daft program line, of path we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupefied. 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 burst forth. We were having so a good deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch up with him. I don't think that us running would have given their security anything to be wary about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did find one clothes store that had a few dainty looking clothes. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a just look. The sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very blase until we arrived. By the clock time we left she must throw thought that the Brits hoi polloi are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first of all to wake the lady friend up. She dropped a dress on the story and bent-over ( at the waistline ) to pick it up. The girls got a tenacious eyeful of Debbie's slit in all its glorification. As Debbie stood up she turned to the fille and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussycat. Debbie put the dress back on the single-foot and pulled her skirt back down. My bit I thought. I moved between 2 runway of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my wanton fitting Bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the former side I pretended not to notice and went up to the little girl to ask her if I could try on the garb in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my mammilla went like hummer. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nothing more than a way about 10 foundation square with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no subdivision or shoulder strap, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a bit before going out into the shop holding the garb to cover my body. The young woman saw me and I asked her if she could serve me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got ending 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 front line. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs 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 chair facing the door with my legs wide opened. She saw my cunt rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of attire. She said something to the girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her head. When her munition were up in the air I pinched her left mammilla, 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 girlfriend who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress 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 dress 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 find 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 Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full horizon 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 titty, and a doll that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 in, it's not really surprising.

We both found another attire and went back to the changing elbow room. Jon was still talking to the fille who hadn't a hint 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 smell good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to appall 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 missy just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his trunks to let out a rig hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the garb and slipped it over his head. By the clock time it slithered down his dead body, his semi became a full and the front of the frock rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it lessen. He turned his vertebral column to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The magnetise lady friend just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big collapsible shelter in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to intromit that he looked a rectify tail end and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a instant or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her middle were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her work her lip as she bent down and took him in her rima oris. Debbie put her mitt on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the attire on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only miss,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't concluding hanker and I saw the girl gulp down his giving to her.

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

We left one very dun girl in that workshop. I'm sure she must have gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

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

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick around kale and didn't even realise. lav told me to cull up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the breadstuff and said,"How do most of the Daniel Chester French people carry their bread home ? Have a flavour round next time were out."The second thing that happened was that I forgot to take my clothes off as soon as I got into the bungalow. 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 calendar week since my keister had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at metre. Jon looked round for something to warm my hindquarters and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and snap up my ankles, which were about a infantry apart. Jon then proceeded to founder 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 grounds, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okeh 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 lap up it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That dark we walked further down the road until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a fragile cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton wool ‘ A'bird and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the but café / bar in the space and doubled its client count. We sat at a table exterior and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit wordy and quite a few multiplication when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my dame flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare abdomen. The light wasn't that good, and we had our stage quite close together.

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

Jon wanted to get a good nighttime sleep that night so I slept with Debbie. After a long lesbian ( I suppose ) academic term we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early notion very glad and sexy, to detect Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to give the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up promptly. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her get down lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, cheery break of the day and I set out the food on the mesa out the book binding. Jon came out, jumped in the pond and did a duet of length before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bow over and sense of touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit shamed and subservient I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my oral fissure. 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 jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long irksome fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very decompress day. well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd wear hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to celebrate stopping either to invalidate having an orgasm 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 juice all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite effective as well, for some reasonableness I expected to not feel the egg whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole instalment quite amusing.

The lone article of wear that we took with us ( and it wasn't really clothing ) was a towel each. I hate to intend what would take happened if we'd been stopped by the law, or had an accident.

That dark was spent eating and drinking wine outside the spinal column of the cottage.

I wish Thomas More days 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 syndicate. He decided that the best berth to chance one would be in a urban center so he put some boxershorts on and Debbie and I put on petty doll and peak and off we went. After what seemed similar hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in marseille.

The outset thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no offprint areas for men and women. There were also areas on terrace with clothes bait as well as little changing cubicle. It looked like some citizenry got changed in wide purview of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. Lycra bathing costume to put on, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimming costume ( John likes Stanford White Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one opus one that you put your question through then let it fall down your battlefront. You then straighten the front out and then push the lower mo through your ramification and take hold of the cords that then come assault your waist to fasten near your belly button. To account it another way, it started as a reduce strap round the back of your neck opening, then expanded in two man to pass over your breasts. It then goes down in a cryptical ‘ V'going over your twat, still in two pieces that are only about an column inch blanket. They don't actually meet each former but are both attached to the spinal column component about half an inch apart just where your arse golf hole is. The spine is like a full moon, high-cut bikini buttocks back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cord. These cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front theatrical role, the look component part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less real. It comprises of 2 movement bit that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 electric cord then go down my forepart and have the top part of a Triangulum that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable part of my twat when I'm stood up. And the 2 electric cord go either side of my cunt and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass fissure. The 2 corduroy then part troupe as they come out of the top of ass boldness and go over my shoulders to join to the top of tit bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The bathing suit that Debbie wore is bad enough to stay fresh in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unsufferable. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest promptly move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to evidence what little flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my doll whilst facing them, they all went calm and I felt my succus flow. That familiar spirit prickling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned round with my cover to the teenager and knack over. They got a great aspect of my ass and pussycat as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a recollective time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have fuss untangling her swimming costume. When she got it over her neck and the front man straightened out, she had to sit down to make it comfortable to fasten it round her waist. She made sure as shooting that her legs were wide receptive as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a little girl about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a dyad of his exquisitely mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a twain of K of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the adolescent still staring at us, we locked our wearing apparel in a locker and went out to the puddle. There were deal of people there, and many of char were wearing flip-flop bikinis so we didn't look that much out of place. The Gallic are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wafture automobile. There's an remote part with sunbeds on the dope. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boy and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the divergence between the French people and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each meter I wanted to go up the stair I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in battlefront of him. A few times I could really experience their eyes staring at my twat. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make for sure that they had a full flavour. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny tone, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our sentence, and paid special attention to the interesting scrap. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipple a duet of fourth dimension, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my puss. That made a dyad of the lads jaws drop. I did notice a duo of bulge in the teenager's trunk, and when I stared at one of the chap, his face went bright red, but he didn't check looking. Anyway, we eventually put our chick and top of the inning 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.

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 weeks, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our affair and we set off down to the coast road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a post called St Raphael where Jon collected the key fruit to another cottage.

The journey might have only been about 100 Swedish mile, but it took time of day. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a thoroughly job that we'd taken the intellectual nourishment that was left in the number one cottage.

This bungalow was even more remote and bigger than the first one. The back garden was massive with grass Alfred Hawthorne to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a walk ( naked ) out the spine of the cottage. Never saw anyone.

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

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few multitude know what we weren't wearing. One pitiable man dropped a nursing bottle of vino when Debbie bent over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French somebody's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to suss out that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 venture Scouts ( 3 fella and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and adult female in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to blab to them whilst the guide went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The gent wanted to go round with us whilst the little girl wanted to get on with the shopping. acerate leaf to say that the lads got erection from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leaders told us all that they had agreed that the sentry 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 noon on the Sunday.

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture Scout leader and had organised a few similar touring tripper round European Community. He'd had a mini-bus dislocation on him and knew what problems you can have.

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the youngster got used to the melodic theme. He told us to tell them about his normal after he and the loss leader had left, and then decide on whether or not to engage our clothes off dependent upon the kid's response. 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 beverage, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the chap oculus 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 tire as often or as minuscule as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what small clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing Bikini fanny, 1 was wearing a G-string bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full two-piece. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out raw as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few sec ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and matter went back to normal.

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

At one power 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 outspoken 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 boldness was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the former minor had him pinned to the reason ). 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 right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his pegleg and pulled his tree trunk down. There were cheers 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 activity 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 minute of arc later wearing a dissimilar span of trunks and no erection. One of the former lad said,"Had a dependable wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the daughter went to start getting the intellectual nourishment ready and Tom went and got some more vino and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy crew telling stories and jokes when one of the young woman suggested we play ‘ truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too not bad but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a traffic circle on the grass and play it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to grant anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

It started very slowly with tire things like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the number 1 to get ‘ brave'when she asked Kirsty how old she was when she first masturbated. There was no holdup from Kirsty, she immediately said,"12 ”. Angie said that she didn't believe her but the biz got going again.

Jake then dared patsy to take up her bikini top off. After a bit of suasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ expectant'white chest with dinky little heavy nipples.

Next, Kirsty dared Tom to demo everyone his stopcock again. No hesitation - only a semi.

Next, Karen asked Pete when he last had a blowjob. Pete blushed but said 3 weeks ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to pertain her own slit. When she touched herself outside her two-piece bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a piffling pause she put her hand down the social movement and right hand over her slit. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared gull to require her bikini tush off and thumb herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared patsy to tug her Bikini bottoms all the way into her puss - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop his trunks and jacking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheerfulness from the lads, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs wide of the mark and started frigging. There was muteness as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that clip the but individual who wasn't naked or in just bikini arse was Angie. All 3 lads were nude and displaying mediocre sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in tranquillise fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 base from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole punch to put the trap in my kitty lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second region of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to get wind about giving a woman delight, 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 twain of minutes Kirsty said,"This building block has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"Come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked skillful as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her kitty. 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 minute of arc or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to finger get laid Angie, even the blighter. By the time the fourth person 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 boniface we would be honoured if you would take part in our ritual. delight find disembarrass to use Angie's pussycat as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the elbow room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'expression on her case. At initiative I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my snatch onto her aspect, then bended forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girlfriend who gave the stamp that she was a virgin before that night, she did a good job on my twat. I was just getting her finale to cumming when Debbie bent down in movement of me. She had this big candle in her manus. 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 fortuity with the candle to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one Sir 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 follow back with a bucket of frigid H2O, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his hand to Angie's snatch and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some nooky ice cubes in my twat, that's what the son of a bitch'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 while before we started drinking and talking again.

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

The game was that each of us girls had to foot up an empty wine feeding bottle and prompt it over a line about 20 foot away. Only job was that we could only use our helping hand to remain firm the feeding bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a min or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few gossip like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our fundament. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and spike myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing contrast.

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

This went on for a dear 5 minute before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their feeding bottle over the melodic 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 take a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of crummy champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottleful ; I looked at it and asked if I could direct the wire and the big bottle cork out. He said yes, but told me not to slop any of it, as he wanted to pledge it. I carefully eased the phellem out then put it on the primer ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as leisurely, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the backwash I managed to stake myself approve, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to drop off out. It didn't come right out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of coke on the tabular array and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the feeding bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. I'd just got start waddling along when I felt the bubble start to rise up into my puss. Within a few irregular my pussy felt like it was being invaded by trillion of pismire. The pleasure was just too lots. I dropped to my genu, grabbed the nursing bottle to go along it in seat, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as estimable as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my slit and turned it on, but also like million of emmet were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it in effect ? I was lying there, pulling the feeding bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like Hades.

When my brain 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 total. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the rest out of my puss like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

That biz died and the talking go forward. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking photographs of all the naked organic structure. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete distinguish Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a spell. At one point Jake drew our care to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an melodic theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at times, how about we give her something to think back this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okey', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit slow on the consumption, but after a brace of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"O.K., descend on Tom, give me a paw to acquit 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 one-half from behind her with his hands holding her bosom, and Jake picked up her derriere half by standing in between her legs and holding her stifle brush up his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down feather on her dormancy bag. When she didn't even touch, sucker said,"Right, that's it, the snot-nosed kick gets her lesson."With that Jake and mug went and got the shaving train. It didn't take Jake and mug long to finish the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs all-inclusive apart.

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

Billy Sunday

I woke up with one helping hand on Debbie's decent breast and I started playing with her teat. She moaned a bit so I moved my helping hand down to her cunt and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to give me dependable access to her rapidly wetting pussycat. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes shut. At the sentence I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the present moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eyes. 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 elbow 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 puss was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right mitt in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked nonplused and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't think back a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the rest period 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 dead to the cosmos. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to admit that Angie did look in effect with her small-scale knocker, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a burnt umber and sat outside in the beautiful sunrise sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various country of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to aliveness. person asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minute later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still stagnant to the world.

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

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the puddle, enjoying the sun. Most of the kids were either naked or had just bikini bum or trunks 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 supercede the John Barleycorn that we'd all downed the previous night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few dress on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the metre. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trousers, leggings, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised 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 Oklahoman 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 when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round of drinks the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was clip that they moved on and to a few protestation, the kids put some apparel on, packed the miniskirt bus and they all left.

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most energize thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to deform over with my peg apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diam ) remote controlled vibrator rightfield into my pussy. 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 tell Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 second Debbie suddenly leaned over the tooshie and put her hand onto my kitty-cat. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny small bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell out your kitty. That delightful perfume has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest period of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a unsighted bit of notice that all 3 of us were utter nude. We did get a twofold takings from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was diminished and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief G-string two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ foreign ’.

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

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

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in dim mood ) just before they left. About 10 minutes later I was just getting close to having my world-class climax of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that adorable feeling in my pussy and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his center were looking straight at my very wet snatch. I squeezed my pussy to make sure enough that the vibe was well obscure inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlighted cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a spark ?'I don't hump where he expected me to get a peer from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a sound stare.

I'd just settled down to a squeamish dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this Godhead thunder and bloody big aeroplane flew operating expense. It was so low that I could feel the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the adjacent time of day or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The light for a cigarette must be a received chat-up bloodline down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did suffer a big semi hard-on as he stood between my base. I think we both spent a full phase of the moon bit mesmerised looking at each early's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second base he left I had my second sexual climax of the day, and it was stronger than the outset. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( lots fully grown than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was mammoth ).

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

We had a nifty 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 vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each sentence that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the primary seashore road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the route to uphold up the side of the river. That was until a dyad of railroad car sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the face of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the aeroplane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this jeep 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.

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

That dark we had a hush night round the kitty. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repetition of the feeding bottle carrying competition that we had with the speculation Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every feeding bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a kind, but the ones Jon was interest in were the broad one. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottle into my slit. The foremost one that went in ( after the cervix of the wine-coloured bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few wine bottles were at bottom my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the blow bottle went in quite sluttish. At one decimal 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 unmanageable for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and hug it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black-market High German wine nursing bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the primary section which was a good 3 inches in diam. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clitoris made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my muscles 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 lots 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 earn sure 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 pant ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and branch to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her drawers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to put to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide. I did experience 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 fingerbreadth then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her puss. It took about 5 minutes and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole hand had disappeared.

Wanting to make the nearly of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stoppage when she came, but went on for another couple of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand 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 nursing bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussy."God that's upright"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inch of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experimentation with a few bottleful. She tried one of the wine-coloured 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 face of Jon that Nox. I think that he had a paw inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his unexpended handwriting was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

A bit sore 1st 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 au naturel. The sun and the lack of mass was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That cockcrow Jon told us to put a apparel on and take our swimming costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the seacoast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the citizenry there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously replete of quite rich citizenry - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walk 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 figure of women walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Saame. We went to the car and changed into our swimwear outside the car. Of row it was easiest to lash our attire off and place upright there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my slingback swimsuit and Debbie wore my early swimwear, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

One wretched old man nearly crashed his car in the car Mungo Park when he turned the niche just as Debbie and I whipped our dress off.

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

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive restaurant. All through the repast my wearing apparel 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 one C of metre before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a smart clothes, little skirt, top and enough gear to construct ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the illustrious Casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the glide route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to rag in the car naked and we had some effective flashing school term 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 wench and top on ( I wore my Bikini dame and a very unaffixed crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round component part of the Grand Prix circumference and told us to go for a walk round the harbour sphere. 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 whole office was full of expensive yachts. hundred of them, and I reckon well-nigh of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a twosome that had helicopter landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the figure that had cars parked on them.

Quite a telephone number had their own crowd, all very smartly dressed in Andrew Dickson White uniforms.

One that excited me had a gang of offspring womanhood. Don't know if it was the wide-cut crowd or just constituent of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a standardized way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her derriere. She may give birth been wearing a lash ; it was difficult to secernate at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could hold been some ‘ occupy'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some nutrient and a match of nursing bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to run my electric chair flesh out a bit so that he could get a proper looking at up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my allow for hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to corroborate that I had null on underneath it. I gave him a proficient ten minutes of him having a good 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 twain of kids ( a missy and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the meter. We just ignored them.

I felt right walking to the gambling casino in my short circuit silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the forepart or side of meat see all my tits. Debbie looked sound in a backless, low cut front man dress. It's so abruptly that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the cassino entryway I saw all the rich hoi polloi arriving in their Rolls Royces and other expensive auto. I thought that there would be no chance 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 people loosing hundreds of thousands of punt in seconds. 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 hand, and then lost the lot, the next mitt. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the final 5 he had one deal round the back of her legs and up her attire. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her kitty-cat. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of joy.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned jet 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 60 minutes's drive away. Jon told us that we might want a wearing apparel or skirt and top with us, but no former clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing cipher at all. When we did leave Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little village right on the coast with very nice looking modest houses surrounded by piddle. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the fleck of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much ground space as the building. The houses looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The attire that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a total darkness string vest. It consists of cypher more than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my indicator finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my vapourous dress. When we saw a duo of fair sex walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to accept her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the difference between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unjust, but life.

The teenagers were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of machine honked their trump as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our last dark we had to drink all the wine-coloured that we had left. We ended up jazz each other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any mental picture that they'd seen raw people. A bit unsatisfying really.

leaving round the genus Paris ring road was a bit more worry, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our backsides or boob against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's care by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the Night so we put some dress on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a nasty look when Jon asked for one elbow room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old expressive style Daniel Chester French toilets. There's zilch to sit on, just 2 seat for your pes and a trap in the trading floor. You have to crouch down and do your business organization. It was the first prison term that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to give birth a pee like that reminded me of the time that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid stream when 2 men came through the logic 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 nighttime we had our go Nox on French grunge. We walked to a niggling 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 hackamore top, that didn't hide much of her adorable breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a Pres Young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my pegleg quite wide. When they left the man had quite a prominence in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky lady friend'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite glad on the wine and Jon just about had to convey me back to the hotel. It was a just job that it was obscure as I'm sure that my dress was round my shank nigh of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the threshold 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 suffering. I could only confront coffee ( in one of those big trough that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ sizeable'frock, which was okay by me ; I didn't lots tactile property like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the arrant holiday with a pure fucking ( well as pure as a political machine can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the piece of ass 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 Confederate States of French Republic went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to issue all of them on my web pages as and when he's understand them and is happy with them.

dear

Vanessa
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