The adventure I'm about to identify happened in later outflow of 2000 when Jon took me to the Dixie of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the Confederate States of Anatole France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't narrate me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hr before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 week notice of this holiday. I had to let the director 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 lady friend 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 come with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't scan my Journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's snatch ability ’, I should tell you that at an too soon age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her snatch at them. However, it doesn't 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 binge ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few fourth dimension as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at dwelling house naked, and when my unaired friends come to chat, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent nearly of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the prison term Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve 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 au naturel ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets habitation as well ). Jon told her to break off it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her niggling female child vox and asked him. At initiative Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a longsighted pause Debbie ground her behind down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have more than enough kitty waiting for me any metre that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"okay then, but it will be you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to pick up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his peter 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 sightly, yes she does. I can't recall one prison term when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 calendar week later, Debbie drove me rest home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really take very much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing a great deal for most of the clock 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 duo of knee pants and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my pace ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knee 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 night ferrying crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first gear few minute that we were in French Republic, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the pike tollhouse. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest country and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in Anatole France and I was gladiola that I only had a curtly thinly apparel on ( and shoes ). My clothes was tightish try-on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great view of her behind when the wind blew her chick up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet 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, attire of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick glimpse of her, my frock was already up lash out my top dog. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C white meat showing the effect of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the number one wood's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked unit of ammunition, but no one appeared to make noticed the 2 bare girlfriend getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting easy in the back.

drive on the ‘ wrong'incline of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ hoaxer'a distich of car at first. One man was shaking a 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 hr later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next relaxation region. I parked the car on the international row of petrol pump and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the incline of the car that the army tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. fountainhead, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was good 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 drumhead to tell me to see over to our right. There was a police force car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the device driver's threshold and told me to wax over into the back.

The eternal rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many hoi polloi 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 modest township called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to detect someone there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this mortal. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this route that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the good shoes 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 take our wearing apparel off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the holding. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the midriff of nowhere so that was hunky-dory 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 room access, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor people French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong stead. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the road. The poor 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 wing place. It was fantastic. Four bedchamber, its own little swimming consortium in a low back garden, and no former edifice in sight.

We had a quick feeling unit of ammunition then took our baggage in, then had speedy swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to encounter a shop class. 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, early than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and tranquillise. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Billy 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 in conclusion 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 wide apart and one helping hand on her kitty-cat. I woke her by pushing one of her own finger's breadth into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some horseshoe on ( Jon said that brake shoe don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a niggling wooded arena and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the audio until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen teenagers around 18 age old. Four girls and two boy. 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 riverside 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 pilus on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their clod game.

Boy was that water system frigidness, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't check in the urine long and we lay on the grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right past us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could find the heart 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 genu and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bushes. He must bear come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the pasture and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Saami path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a short village. Jon didn't particularly want 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 large being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about the great unwashed getting upset because we had no clothes on. It was so decompress and ‘ cancel ’. The unfermented warm air helped as well.

spinal column at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and eventide. At afternoon tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the kale. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the whizz, Debbie got up and turn away down next to Jon. She got detention of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the aid and my pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it gruelling you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her stage wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and serve them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his musket ball. They both came without even moving.

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

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to tamp down some food for thought, wine-colored 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'swimming costume in populace ).

It took us about an hr to get to a lieu called Marseillan-Plage. A little settlement right on the coast. Jon parked on a petty car park on the outskirts and told us to leave behind everything in the car and we walked down this piddling track to the beach. The only when semisynthetic aim that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's notecase.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. about were naked. We walked Dame Rebecca West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with lots of hotels. By then there were lot and dozens of citizenry, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist repair. What an amazing topographic point, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'village, but no one was wearing a matter. Even the tradesman were naked. There was no way that we were going to have 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 job adjustment in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the unanimous weighing machine of things. I was a bit, there must have been a duo of K mass there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

I really enjoyed sitting outside the cafés, eating and imbibition 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 turn of other nude multitude came and went. We weren't the just 1 who didn't trouble 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 number of twain ( every combining of sexes ) making out, some in the small-scale backbone dunes, and other in the eye of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dark we headed back and drive back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up low and had breakfast ready. There was still no planetary house 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 boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in Gallic. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my mind on the kick lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the English of my head and gently bent me forward to accept a look to see what the impairment was. Fortunately it was just a swelling and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his centre were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned bout and saw Jon walking towards me.

That cockcrow we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my blanched Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my two-piece dame. This is a wrap around little skirt that's about 10 inch long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in berth by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 in ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inches ), pissed skirt. When she bent over even a piddling bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.

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

All due deference to the French people, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At to the lowest degree it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their leash. And we did. We spent years bending over the deep-freeze and squatting down to get something from the seat shelf. The low temperature of the freezer really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a rivalry to see how we could shock mortal the most without making thing too obvious. Daft statement, of course 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 item 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 much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to overhear him. I don't think that us running would accept given their protection anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could experience hidden anything. wellspring maybe one place…..

We did regain one wearing apparel workshop that had a few overnice looking wearing apparel. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better feeling. The cut-rate sale assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bore until we arrived. By the metre we left she must stimulate thought that the Brits people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to rouse the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to peck it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussycat in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's slit. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my at large match bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the former face I pretended not to placard and went up to the missy to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eye and as they registered what they were seeing, my mamilla went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my dresser she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nada more than than a elbow room about 10 feet squarely with a bit of a curtain for a doorway. The garb I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My Bikini top and skirt were off in moment and I waited for a minute before going out into the store holding the garb to cover my soundbox. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could serve me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got unaired I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked forepart. She didn't do anything so I started to tread into the dress. As I struggled to overstretch it up over my thighs it got lodge 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 doorway with my legs across-the-board open. She saw my pussy annulus 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 duad of attire. She said something to the young lady and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a frock over her foreland. When her weaponry 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 clip 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 garb that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The fille 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 female child 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 give birth been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't tone at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 minor triangles on my breasts, and a doll that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another garb 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 frock back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd face serious in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock 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 answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The daughter looked even Thomas More puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his boxers to let on a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his school principal. By the clock time it slithered down his dead body, his articulated lorry became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it fall. He turned his cover to the lady friend and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned bout to confront her showing the big tent in the straw man that the little girl was staring at. Even Jon had to let in that he looked a right tail end and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the lady friend 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 dress off and turned to the girl. Her centre were glued to his pecker as he motioned her towards it. I watched her solve her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girlfriend,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't conclusion hanker and I saw the miss gulp down his giving to her.

The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her wench and her right manus started on her pussy ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). No Oklahoman that she'd started the buzzer 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 bedevil girl in that shop. I'm sure enough 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 bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the straw man and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back posterior on her hands and stifle. What a flock we must have been.

backbone at the bungalow we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even realise. can told me to peck up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the cabbage and said,"How do nigh of the French mass carry their breadstuff nursing home ? Have a look round next fourth dimension were out."The second thing that happened was that I forgot to read my dress 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 lav and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my tail end had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at metre. Jon looked circle for something to warm my derriere and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and take hold of my articulatio talocruralis, which were about a foot 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 reasonableness, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, O.K. then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing missy !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the solve it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a trivial as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night 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 thin cotton plant ‘ A'chick ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the station and doubled its customer count. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairman, Debbie's and / or my annulus flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would suffer seen was our bare breadbasket. The light wasn't that skillful, and we had our legs quite close together.

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

Jon wanted to get a thoroughly nights sleep that night so I slept with Debbie. After a farsighted gay woman ( I suppose ) session we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Midweek

I woke up other notion very happy and aphrodisiacal, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bath. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, lovesome, cheery morning and I set out the food on the table out the spine. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of duration before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bow over and stir my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit hangdog and submissive I said,"Yes, captain. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right wing 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 back talk. It wasn't long before his cock 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 farseeing dumb fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. wellspring, 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 don hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to go along stopping either to invalidate having an coming there and then, or to actually let one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my snatch were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite effective as well, for some reasonableness I expected to not finger the testis whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the unanimous episode quite amusing.

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

That night was spent eating and drinking wine outside the rachis of the cottage.

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

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swim consortium. He decided that the Charles Herbert Best place to find one would be in a city so he put some underdrawers on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like time of day of driving we eventually found a big leisure time kernel in Marseille.

The first affair that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no split up field for men and charwoman. There were also sphere on judiciary with clothes maulers as well as little 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 area where a grouping of teenage boys were getting changed and told us to,"Get em off !"Some of the male child 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 Edward D. White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( John likes Patrick Victor Martindale White Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimwear that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your foreland through then let it light down your front. You then square away the front out and then campaign the abject bits through your legs and take hold of the electric cord that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a slight strap round the back of your cervix, then expanded in two objet d'art to address your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two opus that are only about an column inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back theatrical role about half an inch apart just where your keister hole is. The back is like a full-of-the-moon, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the social movement as two thin tie corduroy. These electric 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 part, the movement component hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have bother keeping my clit inside the 2 nominal head parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front mo that nearly cover my chest. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my knocker, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top part of a Triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my cunt when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either face of my pussy and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass shot. The 2 corduroy then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheek and go over my shoulders to get together to the top of knocker bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to go along in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unacceptable. Even with the corduroy pulled loaded it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slim straightaway move.

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

I turned unit of ammunition with my spinal column to the teenagers and bent over. They got a great prospect of my ass and pussy as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to look them and the spent a yearn fourth dimension untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to ingest trouble untangling her bathing costume. When she got it over her neck and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to make it sluttish to fasten it round her waist. She made sure that her legs were widely 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 safe eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his OK mesh topology net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a dyad of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the stripling still staring at us, we locked our apparel in a locker and went out to the pool. There were lots of citizenry there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't aspect that lots out of situation. The French are much more bounteous than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a undulation machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as lots as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to exit some of the British people swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the sliding board was fun, each meter I wanted to go up the stairs I'd delay until a man was about to go up and then get in front line of him. A few multiplication I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd fold over in front of each of them, just to fix for sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pond that made me wet. Going down the microscope slide 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 singular flavour, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The Saame mathematical group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attention to the matter to second. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my pap a dyad of times, and licking a digit that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop. I did acknowledge a yoke of bulges in the stripling's body, and when I stared at one of the lads, his boldness went brilliant red, but he didn't full stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our doll and tops 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 tamp down our things and we set off down to the slide 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 paint to another cottage.

The journeying might cause only been about 100 miles, but it took hr. By the metre we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a right job that we'd taken the food that was left in the foremost cottage.

This cottage was even more removed and bigger than the first one. The backwards garden was monolithic with grass pitcher's mound to one side and a big forest to the other.

Saturday

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little doll and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my two-piece wench ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my egg white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to lean forward a minuscule 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 miserable man dropped a nursing bottle of wine when Debbie set over in front man 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 Gallic mortal's car as it reversed out of a park space. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlights 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 scout ( 3 lad and 5 fille ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and womanhood in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to lecture to them whilst the spotter went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The laddie wanted to go round with us whilst the daughter wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lads got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the loss leader told us all that they had agreed that the lookout would stay at our bungalow that nighttime while Jon and the leaders went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around twelve 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 standardised touring trip round EU. He'd had a mini-bus partitioning on him and knew what trouble you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep back our clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to state them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to direct 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 swallow, Jon and the leadership left. Debbie took kick and got everyone together. first-class honours degree 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 lads eyes light up as one of the little girl ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my dress on."After a bit of treatment it was agreed that everyone could wear off as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what piddling dress we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kidskin were in or around the kitty. The lads were in their swim body, 2 of the female child were just wearing bikini stern, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full moon two-piece. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few arcsecond ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

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

At one level some of them had been in the puddle 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 erection 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 own a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the former child 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 wooden leg and pulled his luggage compartment 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 military action 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 torso and no hard-on. One of the early lads said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to lead off getting the food prepare and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the beverage got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling stories 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 band on the forage and play it by spinning an discharge wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ Truth or dare ’.

It started very slowly with drill affair like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the first to get ‘ brave'when she asked Kirsty how old she was when she first masturbated. There was no wait 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 take her two-piece top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ large'snowy breasts with dinky piddling hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own twat. When she touched herself outside her bikini fanny I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little suspension she put her hand down the front end and right wing 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 gull to submit her bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to earn herself cum. There were sunshine from the lads, and a mates of the girl, as Debbie spread her stage panoptic and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't narration long to start moaning, then cum.

By that metre the only if person who wasn't naked or in just bikini tail was Angie. All 3 gent were naked and displaying carnival sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold rings in my cunt, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in hushed fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 substructure from the primer, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather doer hole puncher to put the fix in my pussy lip. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second role of the dare, and Tom wasted no clock time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman pleasure, but it was dainty, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a pair of moment Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to populate 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 physical structure 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 minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's situation and Karen put her finger in Angie. They each took it in bend to finger fuck Angie, even the gent. By the time the twenty-five percent somebody 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 hosts we would be honoured if you would convey part in our ritual. Please feel unblock 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 more'looking on her nerve. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my pussy onto her typeface, then bend forward and started eating her twat.

For a missy who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that night, she did a in effect job on my snatch. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in nominal head of me. She had this big candle 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 more matter 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 come back with a bucketful of cold-blooded water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. 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 cubes in my pussy, that's what the illegitimate child's fucking done."Angie said.

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

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an thought for another game. The entirely trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'biz. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 girls there that would experience taken office - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The plot was that each of us girls had to pick up an empty wine-coloured nursing bottle and go it over a telephone line about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to stand 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 second 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 fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of view we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our animal foot. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing lineage.

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

This went on for a good 5 second before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the blood. 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 baulk. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of tawdry Champagne-Ardenne. He said that we wanted a wide bottle of wine-coloured but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could occupy the wire and the big Cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to toast it. I carefully eased the bottle cork out then put it on the ground ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal free weight 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 OK, but as I lifted it off the priming it started to slue out. It didn't fall right out, but it hit the earth with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an spread out can of snow on the mesa and then just find out it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the nursing bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the house of cards start to rise into my pussy. Within a few second base my pussy felt like it was being invaded by zillion of ant. The delight was just too lots. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottleful to keep it in office, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the priming coat I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of pismire were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like blaze.

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

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

That plot died and the talking continued. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with erection ) was still taking exposure of all the naked consistence. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital tv camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a spell. At one point Jake drew our attending to Angie who had drunk so a lot that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hr later Jake said,"I've got an estimation. You know how Angie can be a bit of a persnickety bitch at times, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ OK', Jake said,"A shave."One or two hoi polloi were a bit obtuse on the uptake, but after a duad of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubtfulness as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"okey, total on Tom, give me a hand to stockpile 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 hands holding her titty, and Jake picked up her bottom one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her knee round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even arouse, chump said,"rightfield, that's it, the stuck-up gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and sucker went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to dispatch the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her stage wide apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's right boob and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her pegleg opened to give me better access code to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the metre she had kept her middle shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the second, 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 way. 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 rightfulness hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't recollect a matter about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still dead to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her dormancy bag. I have to acknowledge that Angie did look upright with her small boob, slender figure and bald twat.

I went and got a burnt umber and sat outside in the beautiful break of day sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various states of attire or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morn everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to fare to life. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few instant later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still all in to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most the great unwashed could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a rain shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the syndicate eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the syndicate, enjoying the sun. about of the kids were either nude or had just bikini buttocks or trunks on. They had got used to the nudeness 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 booze that we'd all downed the late night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes on and went to the supermarket. On the ride 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 knee breeches, bandeau, trousers, leging, leotards or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a footling 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 dean arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock absorber when they came round down the spinal column of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the kitty. Jon of track, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough clothing on to shroud our interesting turn and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant eventide feeding and drink. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my wooden leg 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 bend over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inch long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right field 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 f number 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 windowpane and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her deal onto my pussy. acerate leaf to say her handwriting got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"thought so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your pussy. That delightful aroma 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 dim bit of observation that all 3 of us were double-dyed defenseless. We did get a forked proceeds from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blonde and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car parking area behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car parking area so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any notification of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan application and bottles of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small-scale dunes.

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 look after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs wide apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet slit. I squeezed my pussy to make sure 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 lie with where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bags, no wearing apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left wing, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a prissy dreamy, exciting and frustrating academic session when I heard this God Almighty roar and bloody big plane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the conscription of air as it went passed. Any ‘ fervor'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that airplane did.

In the next 60 minutes or so I had 3 more men come to try to chitchat me up. The light for a cigaret must be a banner chat-up lineage down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big articulated lorry hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a full bit mesmerised looking at each other's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my second gear orgasm of the day, and it was firm than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much self-aggrandizing 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 young woman, have you been frigging yourself all the metre we were away ?"All I could believe of to say was,"fountainhead you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

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

Jon had me hold back the vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each prison term 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 main coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to keep on up the side of the river. That was until a couple of cars sounded the motor horn. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the sheet 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 hang around for long.

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

That night we had a quiet night round the puddle. You could say that it was a bit of an saturnalia. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repetition of the bottle carrying competition that we had with the venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me foretell to let her borrow my twat weight lifting equipment.

After the wine-colored bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety show, but the 1 Jon was interest in were the across-the-board ones. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The outset one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine-coloured feeding bottle ) was a nose candy nursing bottle. The table of contents of a few wine nursing bottle were inside my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the blow bottle went in quite comfortable. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have bother 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 squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black German wine-colored bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my button made me slack up more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my heftiness 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 clenched 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 work 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 whang and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and ramification to the table wooden leg. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to give up being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my Einstein must bear been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in expectancy, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouthpiece 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 of the mark. I did find Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to unstrain and Jon told me to affect out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasure on Debbie's grimace as Jon worked on her snatch. It took about 5 minutes and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole manus had disappeared.

Wanting to induce the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of bit 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 deal she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big 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 respectable"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 nursing bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that estimate. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either side of meat of Jon that night. I think that he had a handwriting inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his get out hired man was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

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

Went for a walk of life in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us au naturel. The sun and the lack of masses was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuit with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might deliver only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite rich multitude - or citizenry pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a base on balls 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 large routine of women walking along the seafront in their thong bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the like. We went to the car and changed into our bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to strap our apparel off and stand there naked while we arranged our bathing suit. I wore my scarf bandage swimsuit and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pond in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, 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 give us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating house. All through the meal my dress up round my shank and the waiter could easily see my cunt. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all one C of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Th was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to drive a smart dress, forgetful annulus, top and decent train to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the noted Casino in monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the seacoast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a doll and top on ( I wore my Bikini skirt and a very escaped crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the thousand Prix electrical circuit and told us to go for a walkway round the haven 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 sportfishing gravy boat anywhere to be seen. The whole place was full-of-the-moon of expensive yacht. C of them, and I reckon about of them cost Thomas More than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had whirlybird landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the turn that had cars parked on them.

Quite a number had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

One that excited me had a work party 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 backside. She may stimulate been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to tell at that length. Anyway it gave the effect that there could give 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 deliver been fun, but neither of us had the courage, or the real desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed comparable miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a mates of bottles of wine-coloured. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair round a bit so that he could get a right look up my skirt. He was sat on my left hand, which is the side where the forepart and back of the bird don't meet. All there is on my leave alone hip is the thin out cord that ties the bird together. Jon thought that he was trying to corroborate that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a good ten hour of him having a skillful look at the 2 minuscule hoop in my pussy.

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

I felt upright walking to the gambling casino in my short silky apparel, the one that hangs out from my pectus letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my titmouse. Debbie looked adept in a backless, low cut front dress. It's so short that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the Casino entrance I saw all the plenteous people arriving in their Rolls Royces and early expensive cars. I thought that there would be no probability of us getting in, but we just walked flat in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing hundreds of thousands of lb in seconds. They never even batted an lid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right future to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie swordplay for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one manus, and then lost the lot, the adjacent bridge player. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one deal round the spine of her branch and up her frock. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her slit. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of joy.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned super acid 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 private road away. Jon told us that we might postulate a clothes or skirt and top with us, but no other dress. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing goose egg at all. When we did pull up stakes Jon to us to embrasure Grimaud, a little settlement right on the coast with very Nice looking low houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much primer coat place as the building. The houses looked lowly, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a blackness strand vest. It consists of nothing to a greater extent than century of trap, all big enough to get my index number finger ( or teat ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through dress. When we saw a couple of fair sex walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside carrell. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the sales booth. Jon decided that he'd better put some boxers on, but told us to abide naked. He said that it's the divergence between what a man can get away with, and what a adult female 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 cars honked their trumpet as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to drink all the vino that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pocket billiards, and then we all slept in the Lapplander bed

Sabbatum

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the clock time except for when we stopped for petrol or nutrient. Not one car gave any opinion that they'd seen au naturel people. A bit disappointing really.

Going round the Paris ring route was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to crusade our buns or tit against the windows whenever we managed to draw a man's care by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't movement an accident.

Just North of Paris we pulled off the freeway and into a small Village. Jon found a petty old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old woman who ran the receipt gave us a smutty look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair sizing, but in the john they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French pot. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a mess in the floor. You have to crouch down and do your business. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to take 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 current when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big pool on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That night we had our concluding night on French dirt. We walked to a little café and turned a few straits when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's blazon. 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 chest, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting dress. The majority of mass in the café were old men, but a young couple did follow in later on and spent quite a bit of clip staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a thoroughly look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my branch quite spacious. When they left the man had quite a protuberance in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ favorable girlfriend'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had to bear me back to the hotel. It was a in effect job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist to the highest degree of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the room access at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely commend Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sun

My head teacher hurt. I could only confront chocolate ( in one of those big stadium that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to bear a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't practically tone like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the stark holiday with a perfect fucking ( well as double-dyed as a car can establish ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an time of day on the ass machine ( take my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

Well, that's how our vacation in the Confederacy of French Republic went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's scan them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa