The adventure I'm about to name happened in late spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the due south of France for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the due south of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault

Unlike most of our stumble abroad when Jon doesn't separate me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girls 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 read my journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's Pussy Power ’, I should order you that at an ahead of time age Debbie discovered that she could get men to chip in her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her kitty at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young cleaning lady around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgy ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many clock time that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my meter at abode naked, and when my close friends come to visit, they are usually naked within mo of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent nigh of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to dish up his tea. After about 10 second 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 defenseless ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets house as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her small girl vocalization and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie priming her ass down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any deviation daughter, you know that I have more than enough slit waiting for me any sentence that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another recollective secretiveness Jon said,"Okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet cock. As usual, Debbie's pussy juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to get with us she would experience to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be reasonable, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me 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 have much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing often for most of the time. Before we did dilute the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 token that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my footprint ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and repel down to capital of Delaware. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to bear any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first off few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a lot heater in France and I was glad that I only had a short thin dress on ( and place ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great sight of her seat when the steer blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front man of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"right field, this is where it starts, wearing apparel of, variety out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick coup d'oeil of her, my dress was already up assail my nous. When I turned to her, her top covered her foreland. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the fresh, warm Daniel Chester French air on her teat."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's face and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 raw miss getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-to-do in the back.

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

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the succeeding rest domain. I parked the car on the out-of-door row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the slope of the heart that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the armored combat vehicle filler was, Debbie could fill 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 replete Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my charge plate was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his pass to order me to look over to our rightfield. There was a law car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to climb over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many multitude 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 small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find somebody there. The space took a bit of determination, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this someone. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to rest 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 right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to hold our wearing apparel off again. He said that there was a dominion that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the prop. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the midsection of nowhere so that was fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the figurehead doorway, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front room access, it opened and an old man looked at us in obfuscation. In very poor French, Jon managed to clear that we were in the wrong billet. The cottage we wanted was another one-half mile down the road. The short 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 position. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming pool in a belittled back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a flying flavor round then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find 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, other than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and quiet. We all slept in divide seam that night.

Dominicus

Jon was up at dayspring and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee bean in the pot. He told me that it was the finally prison term that he was going to get the nutrient make. I went to get Debbie and found her at rest on top of her bed with her ramification wide apart and one script 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 shoe on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a small wooded arena and were walking along a route through it when we heard voices. We followed the speech sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a twelve stripling around 18 class old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swimming 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 hair on any of us ; but we were right in the piddle before they carried on with their testis game.

Boy was that H2O cold, my nipples were throbbing and as arduous as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the body of water long and we lay on the grass in the trivial clarification to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked ripe yesteryear us to their dress. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eye staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to empale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the Dubya. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my cunt we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same way that the adolescent went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a footling village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that defenseless, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'pond when we got back. Having said that it was cracking being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about masses getting upturned because we had no clothes on. It was so decompress and ‘ natural ’. The refreshed warm air helped as well.

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

Jon never was one for missing an chance and told her,"If you can get it hard you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his charwoman and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her pegleg wide I could see his peter going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his balls. They both came without even moving.

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

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 food, 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 thwarted as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in public ).

It took us about an hour to get to a blank space called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the seashore. Jon parked on a little car commons on the outskirt and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only semisynthetic objects that we had with us were the car winder, some sunburn application and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of hoi polloi on it. Most were naked. We walked Mae West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a position with lot of hotels. By then there were stacks and lots of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ small town ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amazing topographic point, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal Greenwich Village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ formula'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the market keeper 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 prison term sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her aliveness. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the wholly scale of things. I was a bit, there must throw been a couple of thousand mass there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was death there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food for thought and some vino. A number of other au naturel people came and went. We weren't the sole one who didn't pain getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the former way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a number of couples ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the low Baroness Dudevant dunes, and other in the heart of the opened beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got blue we headed back and aim back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast fix. There was still no mansion of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the relaxation of the hooey from the car. I was bent-grass over getting something out of the iron heel when I heard this man's phonation saying something in French people. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head teacher on the kicking lid. I cursed and held my promontory as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the position of my head and gently bend me forward to have a look to see what the terms was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my question anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye contact lens and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That first light we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to outwear just my Edward Douglas White Jr. Lycra two-piece top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrapping around picayune skirt that's about 10 in long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 in ( usually on my justly hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've zip on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very poor ( 14 in ), mean skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her breasts and the dame 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 outfit and we set off. We parked at the English 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 house. poor people man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respect to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a rubbish dump really. At least it has a decently supermarket. Jon told us to dismiss him and try to get a few people even hotter under their apprehension. And we did. We spent years bending over the deep-freeze and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf. The frigidity of the freezer really had an result on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock mortal the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of course we were obvious. Those multitude knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupe. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big cultivated carrot. At one stop I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old gentlewoman face looked like it was about to break loose. We were having so a good deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to enamour him. I don't think that us running would have given their security anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did find one dress shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better look. The gross sales helper was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic orchis. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first gear to inflame the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girls got a farsighted eyeful of Debbie's puss 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 stand and pulled her doll back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 track of apparel knowing wide-cut well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my loose go bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the other position I pretended not to notice and went up to the girlfriend to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her centre and as they registered what they were seeing, my tit went like hummer. Without taking her eyed of my breast she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was naught Sir Thomas More than a room about 10 feet square toes with a bit of a drapery for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite prissy, no limb or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too minor even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the wearing apparel to treat my body. 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 closing 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 man. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull in 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 hot seat facing the door with my pegleg wide open. She saw my kitty-cat rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the wearing apparel on and went out to shew Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. 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 nous. When her arm were up in the air I pinched her left mamilla, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the frock and taken it off, I had taken off the wearing apparel 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 girlfriend if she minded us walking around the store naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at early dress in full survey 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 low triangles on my breasts, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 column inch by 10 inch, it's not really surprising.

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

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to present her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to reveal a trailer truck hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the clothes and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his body, his tractor trailer became a full-of-the-moon and the front line of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it light. He turned his spinal column to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised female child just did it. He turned rhythm to face up her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to acknowledge that he looked a right derriere and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a min or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his dorsum to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the miss. Her middle were glued to his hawkshaw as he motioned her towards it. I watched her solve her rim as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hired man on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't final stage foresighted and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

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

We left one very frustrated fille in that shop. I'm sure she must have gone in the spinal column 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 battlefront and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the hind hindquarters on her hired man and knee joint. What a sight we must experience been.

backrest at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French reefer breads and didn't even pull in. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit pelf'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do most of the French people carry their lolly dwelling house ? Have a look round next meter were out."The second affair that happened was that I forgot to read my apparel off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked rung for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and seize my ankles, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to devote 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 reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a digit over my wet pussy the work 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 night we walked further down the route until we came to that trivial small town. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton wool ‘ A'dame ( Jon's alternative, probably because it was verbose ). Debbie also wore a flimsy cotton plant ‘ A'doll and the harvest top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the lonesome café / bar in the place and doubled its client count. We sat at a mesa outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few clip when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my annulus flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare tummy. The light wasn't that adept, and we had our branch quite close together.

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

Jon wanted to get a good Nox sleep that Night so I slept with Debbie. After a long lesbian ( I suppose ) school term we both fell asleep in each former's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very well-chosen and aphrodisiacal, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful climax when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to yield the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up flying. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her modest sass and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, gay morning and I set out the food on the tabular array out the backbone. Jon came out, jumped in the kitty and did a mates of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and touch my mortise joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger's breadth fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more than of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his shaft was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm green-eyed,"and poured herself a coffee berry. She watched us have a long slow shtup as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Mon'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 rule as both Debbie and me had to restrain stopping either to obviate having an orgasm there and then, or to actually feature one.

Even with the air temperature as gamy as it was both Debbie's and my pussy were glistening with our juice all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite well as well, for some rationality I expected to not feel the testis whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole 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 believe what would have happened if we'd been stopped by the law, or had an accident.

That night was spent feeding and drinking wine outside the back of the cottage.

I wish more solar day 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 swimming pool. He decided that the best place to obtain one would be in a city so he put some shortstop on and Debbie and I put on little bird and crest and off we went. After what seemed alike hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure Centre in Marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no secernate expanse for men and woman. There were also areas on bench with clothes hooks as well as little changing cubicle. It looked like some citizenry got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an surface area where a chemical 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 base down.

Debbie had taken my clean Lycra swimming costume to endure, and I'd taken my new Elwyn Brooks White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( John likes White person Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better draw the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it fall down your front. You then straighten out the presence out and then push the lower routine through your pegleg and grab the cords that then come fill out your waist to fasten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin out strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an column inch wide. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the rearward piece about half an inch apart just where your arsehole cakehole is. The back is like a full, high-cut two-piece bottom back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cord. These cords 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 office, the battlefront theatrical role hangs forward leaving my white meat and pubis exposed. I also have difficulty keeping my clit inside the 2 breast parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less stuff. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my breast. They start with virtually nix, spread apart to cover my breasts, 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 pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either side of my kitty-cat and are fastened together where they play to go up my ass wisecrack. The 2 electric cord then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheek and go over my shoulder joint to connect to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the incline it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimwear that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in spot, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually out of the question. Even with the cords pulled stiff it either disappears into my kitty or one of my breast pops out with even the slightest quick move.

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

I turned troll with my backrest to the teenagers and knack over. They got a great thought of my ass and pussy as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimming costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to make trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her cervix and the straw man straightened out, she had to sit down to make it easy to secure it round her waist. She made sure as shooting that her legs were wide unfold 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 skillful eyeful of his trailer truck. Jon put on a dyad of his mulct engage net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenager still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pocket billiards. There were lots of people there, and many of adult female were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't look that much out of property. The Gallic are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an exterior voice with sunbeds on the sess. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage son and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the conflict between the Daniel Chester French 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 time I wanted to go up the steps I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in figurehead of him. A few times I could really experience their eyes staring at my slit. Needless to say I'd twist over in presence of each of them, just to make trusted that they had a thoroughly look. It wasn't just the pee from the swimming puddle that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the fundament, one of my mamilla 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 distich of comic expression, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The Lapplander group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our storage locker. acerate leaf to say that Debbie and me took our clip, and paid extra attention to the concern bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of clock time, and licking a digit that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a duo of the lads jaws pearl. I did notice a couple of protuberance in the adolescent's torso, and when I stared at one of the fella, his expression went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirt and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant even eating and crapulence 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 last out there for the 2 weeks, but no Oklahoman than we'd had breakfast he told us to tamp our matter and we set off down to the seashore route and then westward until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might have only been about 100 sea mile, but it took hours. By the metre we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a respectable job that we'd taken the food that was left in the start cottage.

This cottage was even More remote and bigger than the maiden one. The back garden was monumental with grass hills to one side and a big wood to the other.

Sabbatum

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

After luncheon Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to angle forward a little bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raffaello Santi and let a few masses know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in figurehead of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an accident. This Brits mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't a lot damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to agree 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 fille ) all about 18oro 19 age old, with 2 leadership, a man and adult female in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to mouth to them whilst the spotter went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go turn with us whilst the little girl wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lads got hard-ons from the display 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 Scouts would stick at our cottage that Nox while Jon and the leaders went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday.

On the campaign back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a Venture guide leader and had organised a few standardised touring tripper round European Economic Community. He'd had a mini-bus partitioning on him and knew what problems you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to stay fresh our dress on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to secern them about his rule after he and the leadership had left, and then adjudicate on whether or not to fill our clothes off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to log Z's and getting a drink, 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 lads heart light up as one of the girl ( 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 wear down as very much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what lilliputian clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the Thomas Kyd were in or around the pocket billiards. The blighter were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the little girl were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full bikinis. 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 secondment ( seemed like minute ), 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 Jack London and are quite a friendly lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the simply one who wasn't too happy about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

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

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other child 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 proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his legs and pulled his short pants 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 wide-open 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 minutes later wearing a different pair of luggage compartment and no hard-on. One of the other lads said,"Had a adept wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the miss went to start getting the solid food ready and Tom went and got some More wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy lot telling stories and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ truth 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 roundabout on the grass and act as it by spinning an empty wine-colored bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to fall in anyone they liked a ‘ Sojourner Truth or dare ’.

It started very slowly with deadening matter like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the inaugural 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 game got going again.

Jake then dared mug to take her bikini top off. After a bit of thought she did. Out flop these ‘ large'blank breasts with dinky fiddling hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to refer her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little pause she put her script down the front man and right over her pussycat. 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 mug to take her bikini rear off and thumb herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared Patsy to force her bikini bottoms all the way into her slit - She did.

Next, Karenic dared Jake to swing his trunks and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were sunniness from the lads, and a distich of the girlfriend, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was secrecy as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to set about moaning, then cum.

By that time the lonesome soul who wasn't naked or in just Bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 sonny boy were naked and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to state everyone how I got my Au rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiesce enthrallment as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 pes from the ground, about the vibration being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole punch to put the kettle of fish in my kitty-cat backtalk. There were a few cringes as I told them the survive bit, and then secrecy. I had to remind them about the second piece of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his finger's breadth into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a char pleasure, but it was dainty, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a fingerbreadth in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a brace of min Kirsty said,"This building block has a repute to dwell 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 decent dead body and looked commodity as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her finger's breadth up her slit. 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 Karenic put her finger's breadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to finger make out Angie, even the lads. By the meter 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 than.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our horde we would be honoured if you would take part in our rite. delight feel free to use Angie's snatch as you want."Debbie and I looked at each early then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'look on her nerve. At world-class I wasn't surely what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either slope of her head and lowered my kitty onto her face, then bent forward and started eating her snatch.

For a girl who gave the notion that she was a virgin before that night, she did a skilful job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big candle in her hired man. 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 stroking with the candle to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one 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 come back with a bucket of coldness water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his helping 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 shtup ice cubes in my pussy, that's what the mother fucker'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 biz. The just trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'secret plan. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the sole 2 lady friend there that would have taken role - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The game was that each of us miss had to pick up an empty wine nursing bottle and go it over a line about 20 human foot away. Only trouble was that we could only use our hands to stand the bottleful up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our puss, but it took a minute or so for it to dip in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will pass out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of suasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our infantry. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing demarcation.

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

This went on for a good 5 hour before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the bank 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 in a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottleful of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a broad feeding bottle of vino but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

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

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't come veracious out, but it hit the priming coat with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of nose candy on the mesa and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of bubbly. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rebel into my pussy. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of pismire. The pleasance was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to hold on it in spot, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the meter that I put a hosepipe in my pussycat and turned it on, but also like millions of pismire were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it commodity ? I was lying there, pulling the nursing bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

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

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

That game died and the talking continued. gull was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with erection ) was still taking photographs of all the bare torso. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete recount Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chair. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a uppish bitch at multiplication, how about we give her something to think this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two mass were a bit obtuse on the consumption, but after a mates of bit everyone agreed.

There was a bit of uncertainty as to whether or not Angie would fire up up so Jake said,"okey, come on Tom, give me a hand to comport 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 script holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even flurry, Patsy said,"Right, that's it, the uppish beef gets her lesson."With that Jake and soft touch went and got the shaving gearing. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her peg broad 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 properly bosom and I started playing with her pap. She moaned a bit so I moved my hired hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to hand me better memory access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes shut. At the clock time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the minute, but even after she came she never moved or opened her middle. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettle hole on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my ripe helping hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked stupefy 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 period of the way to see who was where, and who was up. I found Pete curled up with Kirsty, both still naked, in one room, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another room all still absolutely to the worldly concern. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to accept that Angie did reckon beneficial with her belittled tits, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee bean and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various province of attire or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to life. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still idle to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to get it on who had done the human action. Of course no one admitted to it, all most people could do was laughter at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower bath. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the puddle eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pool, enjoying the sun. to the highest degree of the tike were either bare or had just bikini bottoms or trunks on. They had got used to the nakedness and even the lad's no longer had permanent wave erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and substitute the hard drink 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 knickerbockers, bras, trousers, leggings, leotards 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 Dean arrived back. I think the 2 leader got a bit of a cushion when they came polish the spinal column of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the syndicate. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough habiliment on to get across our interesting turn and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant eve eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring flavor from men, and I sat with my 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 arouse matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his chamber and told me to twist over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inch long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my slit. 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 separate 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 moment Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her helping hand onto my pussy. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny lilliputian 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. mortal's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the ease 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 unreasoning bit of notice that all 3 of us were crude bare. We did get a double yield from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very abbreviated thong bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

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

After about an hour Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk of life. 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 vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in tardily mode ) 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 lovely look in my slit and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbow joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to make indisputable that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit coffin nail out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a Light ?'I don't know 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, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a Nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this almighty roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could experience 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 minute or so I had 3 Sir Thomas More men come to try to visit me up. The light for a cigarette must be a received chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semi hard-on as he stood between my base. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each early's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the indorsement he left I had my second coming of the day, and it was stronger than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big tool ( much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibration off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping kitty she said,"God girl, have you been frigging yourself all the clip we were away ?"All I could intend of to say was,"Well you weren't here to deal 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 keep 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 ill-timed with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

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

We walked up the side of the river and came to this airfield. It must receive been from there that the planing machine 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 bent around for long.

Back at the beach we walked the face-to-face way to what Debbie and Jon did in the cockcrow. We came across a encampment and wandered stave. We got a few funny spirit, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a quiet nighttime round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying competition that we had with the Venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her borrow my slit free weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the ones Jon was interested in were the all-embracing 1. The side by side half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing feeding bottle into my puss. The number one one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine nursing bottle ) was a Coke feeding bottle. The cognitive content of a few wine bottles were at heart my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was hard 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 bottleful made it in, but the expectant was a black German vino nursing bottle, it had a very short circuit neck opening then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inches in diam. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my button made me slack more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my brawniness tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitating, 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 clip 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 create trusted that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to hold back being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my learning ability must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in prediction, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for geezerhood. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his cock in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my kettle of fish was still quite wide. I did sense Jon cum in me when he grabbed my rosehip and pulled me back on to him.

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

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of hour 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 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 kitty-cat."God that's good"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 bottle. She tried one of the wine nursing bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that approximation. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either side of Jon that night. I think that he had a script inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his forget hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

Went for a pass in the countryside around the bungalow. All 3 of us bare. The sun and the want of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Midweek

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

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would possess 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 bombastic number of women walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of track it was easiest to whip our frock off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling bathing suit and Debbie wore my former swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseilles. 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 recession just as Debbie and I whipped our dresses off.

walk along the seafront like that I felt daring, very scupper, and excited. At one point a officer came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for photograph or something, but all he did was have us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice ointment at a blank space where there wasn't a pedestrian hybridization.

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to demand a smart apparel, curt skirt, top and enough gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous gambling casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to depend upon in the car naked and we had some good flash sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a doll and top on ( I wore my Bikini skirt and a very loose harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round percentage of the Grand Prix tour and told us to go for a walk round the shield orbit. 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 place was full of expensive racing yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon nearly of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a pair that had whirlybird landing diggings on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost reckoning of the number that had gondola parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don't know if it was the full crew or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a alike way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her backside. She may consume been wearing a lash ; it was difficult to evidence at that distance. Anyway it gave the belief that there could have been some ‘ interesting'meter on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed ilk nautical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottleful of wine-coloured. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chairwoman round down a bit so that he could get a proper look up my skirt. He was sat on my left field, which is the side where the nominal head and back of the chick don't meet. All there is on my left hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to sustain that I had goose egg on underneath it. I gave him a beneficial 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 couplet of kids ( a girl and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walk to the Casino in my short silky frock, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front or slope see all my knocker. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front garb. It's so dead that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was incredible. We watched the great unwashed loosing hundreds of M of pound sterling 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 frolic for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one mitt, and then lost the lot, the next hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one bridge player round the back of her legs and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingerbreadth in her pussy. He didn't commit her anything other than a bit of pleasance.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or skirt and top with us, but no other wearing apparel. We didn't wear anything until belatedly good afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a piffling small town right on the coast with very nice looking small firm 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 ground space as the building. The family looked humble, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The frock that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black string waistcoat. It consists of cipher more than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my index fingerbreadth ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my cobwebby dress. When we saw a distich of women walking around wearing only bikini buttocks, Debbie decided to take in 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 teen lady friend were looking after the carrell. Jon decided that he'd better put some short pants 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 unfair, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our finally nighttime we had to drink all the vino that we had left. We ended up have a go at it each other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the like bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad question when I woke up. I lay there for a piece 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 gasoline or food. Not one car gave any mental picture that they'd seen naked 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 press our rump or tits against the windows whenever we managed to draw in a man's tending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just magnetic north of Paris we pulled off the pike and into a pocket-sized village. Jon found a little old hotel for the nighttime so we put some clothes on and went in. The old charwoman who ran the receipt gave us a filthy flavour when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a bonnie size, but in the lavatory they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the floor. You have to hunker down down and do your business. It was the first of all 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 cause 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 flow when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my bird round of drinks my waist and making a big puddle on the forage. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That Night we had our last night on French soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few chief when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's coat of arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her pin-up breasts, and a dame that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet attire. The legal age of people in the café were old men, but a young dyad did come in later on and spent quite a bit of metre staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a in force look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite wide. When they left the man had quite a jut in the battlefront of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'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 carry me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dark as I'm sure that my attire was round my waist most of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel intellection. It wasn't that quiet a Night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

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

Instead of going over the distribution channel we went under it. I was impressed as to how speedy it was. I was just starting to feel almost homo again when we arrived back home.

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfect fucking ( well as everlasting as a machine can yield ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an time of day on the fucking political machine ( read my journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

fountainhead, that's how our holiday in the Dixieland of France went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa