The adventure I'm about to identify happened in late leap of 2000 when Jon took me to the Dixieland of France for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike to the highest degree of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't evidence me that we are going until about 3 or 4 time of day before we climb on the aeroplane, Jon gave me 3 week poster of this vacation. I had to let the manager of the pilus 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 rise home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her cum with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my diary, or the story of ‘ Debbie's kitty Power ’, I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to chip in her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussycat at them. However, it doesn't study with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked untested charwoman around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at menage naked, and when my close protagonist come to jaw, they are usually naked within hour of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most 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 nude fille waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 second of Debbie being additional nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets household 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 picayune girl part and asked him. At maiden Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long interruption Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any dispute girl, you know that I have more than enough cunt waiting for me any metre that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another yearn secrecy 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 clean up his wet tool. As usual, Debbie's pussy succus tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

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

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and force back down to Dover. It was a nighttime ferry crossing and we were all too tired to sustain any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the get-go few 60 minutes that we were in French Republic, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the pike tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a respite arena and we went to get some breakfast. It's so often heater in France and I was glad that I only had a short slender dress on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a groovy position of her backside when the wind blew her doll up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in presence of us and just as he unlocked the threshold he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, dresses 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 round out my heading. When I turned to her, her top covered her headspring. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the refreshed, warm French people air on her mamilla."Do you desire to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round of drinks, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the spine.

Driving on the ‘ incorrect'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a duo of cars 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 nipple."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps 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 slope of the car that the tank 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 full-of-the-moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to tell me to look over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both officer looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to rise over into the back.

The repose of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can ram 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 lowly township called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our dress back on, as we had to find mortal there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to quell at. We the headed off south down this route that got narrower and narrow-minded until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the compensate place as it didn't flavor like what he was expecting, but that didn't fuss him.

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

We all walked to the forepart door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the nominal head door, it opened and an old man looked at us in puzzlement. In very pitiable French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong place. 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 mighty spot. It was wonderful. Four chamber, its own little swimming pond in a small-scale back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a quick look one shot then took our luggage in, then had quick swimming. Jon put some shortstop on and told us that he was going to see a workshop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with dozens of food and wine-coloured. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Dominicus

Jon was up at sunup and when I emerged he had food on the mesa and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last fourth dimension that he was going to get the solid food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own finger into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoe on ( Jon said that place don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a picayune wooded region and were walking along a way through it when we heard voices. We followed the speech sound until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a 12 teenagers around 18 years old. Four missy and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water cold, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the Mary Jane in the little glade to get dry and strong up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right past us to their apparel. I had my eyes shut, but I could palpate the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my stifle and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the son looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to take in us. Debbie just lay on the weed and watched us.

When Jon had filled my snatch we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same track that the teenager went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little Village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that nude, so we turned back.

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

Back at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the cesspit as I washed the scratch. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the adept, Debbie got up and bent down following to Jon. She got wait of his shaft and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my snatch is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it hard 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 pegleg wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his ball. They both came without even moving.

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

Mon

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 solid food, wine-coloured and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even bathing costume ( I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'bathing costume in public ).

It took us about an time of day to get to a position called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the seacoast. Jon parked on a little car parking lot on the outskirts and told us to leave behind everything in the car and we walked down this trivial course to the beach. The simply man-made objects that we had with us were the car paint, some suntan lotion and Jon's notecase.

The beach was relatively smooth with only a fistful of people on it. nigh were naked. We walked W ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with slew of hotels. By then there were circumstances and lots of people, 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 stamping ground. What an amazing place, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a convention Village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'small town, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the market keeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to take any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor people Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The quarrel ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such place existed and she was amazed by the unharmed graduated table of thing. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand people 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 ‘ cancel ’.

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other nude people came and went. We weren't the only unity who didn't fuss getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our leftfield. As we got further on we saw a number of span ( every compounding of sexes ) making out, some in the little moxie dune, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got glum we headed back and drove back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up beginning and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the sleep of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the charge when I heard this man's vocalization saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Son he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to have a looking at to see what the wrong was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain get LE I looked at the man and saw where his eye were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his pant were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye liaison and he said something and left. I turned unit of ammunition and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to hold out just my egg white Lycra two-piece top ( more desirable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrapper around little skirt that's about 10 in long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a corduroy leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, craw top and a very short ( 14 column inch ), tight doll. When she bent over even a little 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 outfits and we set off. We parked at the side of the road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. poor people man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respectfulness to the French, 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 collar. And we did. We spent geezerhood bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom ledge. The cold of the freezer really had an effect on my nipple. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could appall someone the most without making matter too obvious. Daft command, of line we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're screen or stupe. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so very much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to overtake 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 oneself one clothes workshop that had a few prissy looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a sound facial expression. The sales agreement assistant was a little girl of about 20 and she looked very blase until we arrived. By the metre we left she must have thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to rouse the girl up. She dropped a garb on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The fille got a tenacious eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its resplendency. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's snatch. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of wearing apparel knowing total well that as I brushed past the one in front end of me, my at large fitting Bikini top would move to one incline. As I got out the other side of meat I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my bridge player. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my mamilla went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nothing more than a way about 10 feet square with a bit of a pall for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no munition or articulatio humeri straps, but it was obviously too small 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 dress to encompass my body. The female child saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close 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 front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to contract it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chairwoman facing the door with my legs all-embracing give. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to designate Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of frock. She said something to the daughter and started to leach. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a attire over her head. When her arm were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her shout 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 young woman who didn't know where to look.

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

Out in the store Debbie and I were looking at former attire in full panorama of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feeling at all exposed, but there again having walked around the township wearing only 2 little Triangle on my breasts, and a dame that when opened up is only 20 in by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another garb and went back to the changing way. Jon was still talking to the young woman who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 garb back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd flavor good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to outrage the miss a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the miss,"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 confront her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the garb and slipped it over his promontory. By the clip it slithered down his consistence, his semi became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it fall. He turned his book binding to the lady friend and asked her to zip him up. The fascinated miss just did it. He turned round to front her showing the big tent in the strawman that the lady friend was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a rightfield buttocks and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a second or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the frock off and turned to the young woman. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her sassing as she bent down and took him in her sassing. Debbie put her hired man on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the frock on ) but Jon said,"complacency only little girl,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't endure long and I saw the lady friend gulp down his gift to her.

The girl stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right script 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 customer and stared at us as we left.

We left one very frustrated girl in that shop. I'm sure she must have gone in the rear when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to manoeuver back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the paving material whilst Debbie climbed onto the back buns on her manus and human knee. What a sight we must let been.

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

It has been a few week since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked bout for something to warm my rear and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my mortise joint, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to yield 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 reason, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the clobber 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 little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin out cotton plant ‘ A'dame ( Jon's alternative, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'wench and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the place and doubled its customer count. We sat at a prorogue 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 chairperson, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would stimulate seen was our bare tum. The light wasn't that unspoilt, and we had our branch quite close together.

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

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

Wednesday

I woke up early spirit very happy and sexy, to ascertain Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to render the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up agile. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her miserable rim and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, fond, sunny morning and I set out the food on the mesa out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pond and did a match of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and affect my ankle. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this forenoon seaport't you ?"Feeling a bit shamefaced and submissive I said,"Yes, passe-partout. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right then, get me toilsome then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a foresighted dense shag as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very decompress day. wellspring, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's sojourn 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 observe stopping either to keep off having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my slit were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some grounds I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

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

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

Th

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a world swimming kitty. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in Marseille.

The foremost thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate areas for men and fair sex. There were also areas on bench with wearing apparel hooks as well as footling changing cubicle. It looked like some multitude got changed in replete panorama of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my snowy Lycra bathing suit to wear down, and I'd taken my new livid Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( can likes Patrick White Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better distinguish the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your header through then let it fall down your front. You then neaten the strawman out and then agitate the take down act through your legs and grab the cords that then come attack your waist to fasten near your belly push button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the back of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a late ‘ V'going over your kitty, still in two small-arm that are only about an column inch wide. They don't actually meet each former but are both attached to the back component about half an inch apart just where your arse jam is. The back is like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front line as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the face constituent. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front line share, the social movement part hangs forward leaving my bosom and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my button inside the 2 front parts.

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

The bathing suit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unimaginable. Even with the cords pulled fuddled it either disappears into my slit or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest flying move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what lilliputian build that was covered to the stripling, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quiet and I felt my juices flow. That intimate tingling in my kitty-cat was making me sense good.

I turned beat with my rachis to the teen and bent over. They got a great view of my ass and pussy as I spent years ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a tenacious time untangling it before stepping into it.

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

Jon was naked facing a young lady about my age who was getting a secure eyeful of his articulated lorry. Jon put on a brace of his fine interlocking net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the adolescent still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a cabinet and went out to the kitty. There were lots of people there, and many of char were wearing thong bikini so we didn't looking that a great deal out of office. The Gallic are much more big than the British.

The kitty is quite big with sloping trough and a wave machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the Gunter Grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of care from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the difference of opinion between the 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 slideway was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front line of him. A few times I could really feel their middle staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in strawman of each of them, just to form sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal cascade naked. We got a couple of funny looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our footlocker. phonograph needle to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid extra attention to the matter to snatch. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my tit a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a brace of the fellow jaws drop curtain. I did find a couple of jut in the teenager's body, and when I stared at one of the lads, his face went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and big top on and we all left.

We had a pleasant even 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 quell there for the 2 weeks, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to throng our things and we set off down to the coast road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the keystone to another cottage.

The journeying might take only been about 100 mile, but it took minute. By the time we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a in force job that we'd taken the food that was left in the initiative cottage.

This cottage was even more distant and self-aggrandizing than the first one. The back garden was massive with pot Benny Hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better observe a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a trivial chick and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my Bikini doll ( 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 lean forward a little bit and it was off my breasts.

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

As we were leaving the supermarket car parking area we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French people somebody's car as it reversed out of a park space. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 daughter ) all about 18oro 19 eld old, with 2 leaders, a man and cleaning woman in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to babble to them whilst the lookout man went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the scout, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the young woman wanted to get on with the shopping. needle to say that the cuss got erection from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the drawing card told us all that they had agreed that the Scouts would ride out 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 noonday on the Sunday.

On the drive back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a Venture lookout drawing card and had organised a few interchangeable touring trips round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what problem you can have.

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to sustain our clothes on until the kids got used to the mind. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to bring our apparel off pendant 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 nipper where to catch some Z's and getting a beverage, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took care and got everyone together. first base of all she sorted out who was going to get the eve repast ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the chap eyes light up as one of the daughter ( Angie ) said,"I hope that dominion doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my apparel on."After a bit of discourse it was agreed that everyone could fag as often or as footling as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little clothes we were wearing.

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

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

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

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the ground ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his stage and pulled his trunks 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 actions 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 transactions later wearing a different duo of trunks and no erection. One of the other feller said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to set about getting the food set and Tom went and got some to a greater extent wine-coloured and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous caboodle telling write up and laugh when one of the young woman suggested we play ‘ truth or daring ’. Angie wasn't too piercing but intoxicant had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the Mary Jane and wager it by spinning an empty vino bottleful. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ truth or daring ’.

It started very slowly with ho-hum things like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the first gear 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 fall guy to take her Bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ large'white breasts with dinky little hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her two-piece undersurface I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little pause she put her hand down the front line and right over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared mug to subscribe to her bikini fundament off and feel herself - She did.

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

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop his proboscis and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a brace of the girl, as Debbie spread her legs all-encompassing and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that prison term the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 fellow were defenseless and displaying bonny sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my Au ring in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in subdued fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 feet 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 slit lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the finis bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second portion of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman joy, but it was skillful, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a digit in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a couple of mo Kirsty said,"This unit has a report to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"Come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a skillful trunk and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her finger up her puss. 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 Karenic's plaza and Karen put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in bout to thumb get it on Angie, even the cuss. By the time the quarter person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our legion we would be honoured if you would ask part in our rite. Please experience complimentary to use Angie's twat 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'face on her case. At start I wasn't sure enough what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my pussy onto her face, then bow forward and started eating her pussy.

For a little girl who gave the printing that she was a Virgin before that night, she did a estimable job on my kitty. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big cd 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 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 cold urine, 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 nookie ice cubes in my kitty, that's what the illegitimate child's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The game was that each of us girls had to pick up an void wine-coloured nursing bottle and move it over a line about 20 metrical unit away. Only problem was that we could only use our helping hand to brook 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 minute or so for it to pass in with the others. When it did, there were a few remark like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the nursing bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the complete crinkle.

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

This went on for a skilful 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the assembly 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 make a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a nursing bottle of gaudy Champagne-Ardenne. He said that we wanted a wide-cut feeding bottle of wine 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 wire and the big phellem out. He said yes, but told me not to shed any of it, as he wanted to wassail it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the primer set to commence. I knew that it wasn't going to be as loose, my Vaginal weightiness Lifting had toned-up my twat muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to stake myself okay, but as I lifted it off the solid ground it started to slip out. It didn't derive right hand out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of coke on the table and then just watch out it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? well this is what happened with the feeding bottle of Champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to resurrect into my slit. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of emmet. The pleasance was just too a lot. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to celebrate it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the clip that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like 1000000 of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it honorable ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like Hades.

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

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

That game died and the talking keep. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( all over with hard-on ) was still taking photographs of all the naked dead body. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The boozing and talking went on for quite a patch. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so a great deal that she'd passed out on one of the professorship. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an musical theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a snotty bitch at clip, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two mass were a bit slow down on the uptake, but after a couple of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of dubiety as to whether or not Angie would waken up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, give me a hand to pack her interior. 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 helping hand holding her teat, and Jake picked up her tail one-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 conjure up, Patsy said,"Right, that's it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and soft touch went and got the shaving power train. It didn't take Jake and chump long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's rightfulness breast and I started playing with her pap. She moaned a bit so I moved my paw down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her peg opened to give me better access to her rapidly wetting snatch. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes 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 middle. In the end I got up and had a shower.

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

I went round the rest of the rooms 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 dead to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her quiescency bag. I have to let in that Angie did look commodity with her small tits, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful forenoon sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in respective states of wearing apparel or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to life. soul asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few bit later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

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

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

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and put back the hard liquor that we'd all downed the previous dark so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few dress on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the time. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any bloomers, bandeau, trouser, leg covering, tights or underdrawers. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a footling storm and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

No Sooner that we'd unloaded the car back at the cottage than Jon, Carla and Dean arrived back. I think the 2 leadership got a bit of a seismic disturbance when they came round down the cover of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. 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 protest, the tiddler put some dress on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough habiliment on to cover our interesting bits and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant evening eating and drunkenness. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my branch slightly apart for most of the even, but that was about it.

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most shake up 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 trivial ( 2 inches long by 1 edge diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator right into my pussy. I was a little dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to tell Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minute of arc Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her hand onto my pussy. Needless to say her manus 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 scent has been getting solid ever since we left the bungalow. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest 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 screen bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark raw. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was minor and blonde 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 collapse hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

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

After about an hour Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a base on balls. 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 wearisome mode ) just before they left. About 10 arcminute later I was just getting close to having my number 1 sexual climax 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 lovely feeling in my pussy and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussycat. I squeezed my pussy to make sure that the vibe was well out of sight inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bag, no apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my advantageously"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 God Almighty roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the future hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up job down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did own a big tractor trailer hard-on as he stood between my invertebrate foot. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each other's genitals before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the second base he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was impregnable than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big gumshoe ( much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

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

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

Jon had me preserve the vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each time that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was haywire 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 pass by the river that went under the briny coast route. None of us thought anything of it when we had to span the route to continue up the side of the river. That was until a duet of cars sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the English of the river and came to this field. It must take been from there that the airplane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to bend back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a grin on one of the men's faces but we didn't knack around for long.

vertebral column at the beach we walked the paired way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few amusing facial expression, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a tranquil Nox round the pond. You could say that it was a bit of an splurge. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the nursing bottle carrying competition that we had with the Venture lookout man. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her borrow my pussycat weight lifting equipment.

After the vino bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a mixed bag, but the ones Jon was interested in were the wide-cut single. The next one-half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottleful into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the vino bottles ) was a blow bottle. The depicted object of a few wine bottles were inside my venter and I was happy and relaxed so the coke bottle went in quite slowly. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have difficulty 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 squash it out using my muscles.

After that a few feeding bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black High German wine feeding bottle, it had a very suddenly neck then bulged out to the briny part which was a effective 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me slow down more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few clip she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as very 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 belt and trouser ( Jon's ) to tie her coat of arms and legs to the tabular array wooden leg. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to break being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my brainpower must have 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 sassing and played with her minuscule clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his tool in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite all-embracing. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to slack up and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 finger then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the facial 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 name the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't hitch when she came, but went on for another couplet of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and evidence me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big nursing bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her twat."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 in of it protruding out of her pussy.

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

Debbie and I slept either English of Jon that night. I think that he had a helping hand inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his leave alone hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That morn Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the seacoast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The situation and the hoi polloi there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously replete of quite deep people - or mass pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would throw 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 large number of women walking along the seafront in their flip-flop bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Saame. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to pip our dresses off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimming costume. I wore my sling 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 hapless old man nearly crashed his car in the car park when he turned the corner just as Debbie and I whipped our dress 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 dedicate us a rollicking for crossing over the route to get an ice cream at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to four-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a smart frock, short-circuit skirt, top and plenty gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famed Casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the seashore road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car raw and we had some good flashing 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 chick and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very loose crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the chiliad Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour 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 position was full of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon well-nigh of them price more than a million lbf. each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing domiciliation on them. One had the eggbeater there as well. I lost count of the telephone number that had cars parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a gang of young women. Don't know if it was the wide crew or just office of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a alike way to Debbie and me. One of them bent-grass over and I saw all her backside. She may feature been wearing a thong ; it was unmanageable to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could take been some ‘ interest'times 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 courage, or the real desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some intellectual nourishment and a couple of bottles of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my hot seat round a bit so that he could get a proper expression up my chick. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my left hip is the thin out cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had naught on underneath it. I gave him a good ten transactions of him having a good feel at the 2 lilliputian rings in my pussy.

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

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



As we were walking up to the Casino entranceway I saw all the rich people arriving in their roster Royces and other expensive elevator car. I thought that there would be no luck 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 masses loosing one C of thousands of pounds in moment. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood redress next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie turn for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the side by side handwriting. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one hand round the back of her legs and up her frock. Debbie later told me that she let him put his finger's breadth in her pussycat. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a clothes or skirt and top with us, but no other apparel. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing cipher at all. When we did leave Jon to us to interface Grimaud, a petty village right on the coast with very nice looking small houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the turn of Venice that I've seen on the TV. pee taking up as much ground space as the building. The theatre looked diminished, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The clothes that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black train waistcoat. It consists of cypher more than hundreds of pickle, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through dress. When we saw a couple of adult female walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside booth. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the carrell. Jon decided that he'd better put some underdrawers 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 adolescent were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A distich of cars honked their horns as they went passed us.

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

Sat

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

We spent all that day driving up French Republic. We stayed naked all the fourth dimension except for when we stopped for petrol or nutrient. Not one car gave any feeling that they'd seen nude multitude. A bit disappoint really.

expiration round the capital of France ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to campaign our rear or pap against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's attention by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't campaign an accident.

Just north of genus Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair size, but in the toilet they have what Jon told me was one of the old stylus French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your fundament and a hole in the storey. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the first prison term that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to bear a pee like that reminded me of the clock time that Jon told me to do that one clip when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid rate of flow when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my bird bout my shank and making a big pool on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That dark we had our live on night on French land. We walked to a trivial café and turned a few drumhead when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's limb. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a wench that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a Lester Willis Young duo did come in later on and spent quite a bit of meter staring at us. Jon told me to let them consume a good looking ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my wooden leg quite wide. When they left the man had quite a extrusion in the front man of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ golden 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 hold me back to the hotel. It was a unspoilt job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waistline most 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 dark as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head hurt. I could only face coffee berry ( in one of those big bowls that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't practically look like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the consummate vacation with a staring ass ( well as thoroughgoing as a machine can ease up ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an 60 minutes on the nooky machine ( study my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

wellspring, that's how our holiday in the Confederate States of America 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 scan them and is happy with them.

dear

Vanessa