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

Holiday in the South of Anatole France

Unlike most of our trip-up abroad when Jon doesn't distinguish me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hr before we climb on the woodworking plane, Jon gave me 3 calendar week notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the hairsbreadth 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 issue forth with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a raise 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 narration of ‘ Debbie's Pussy Power ’, I should tell you that at an too soon age Debbie discovered that she could get men to pass her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her slit at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked Pres Young adult female around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few miniskirt orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost numeration. He's also fucked her a few multiplication as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my clock time at home naked, and when my close admirer come to visit, they are usually naked within second of arriving. Only the former Dominicus, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got domicile before Jon and by the metre Jon arrived there were 2 au naturel young woman waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 min of Debbie being excess nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home base as well ). Jon told her to turn back it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her footling fille representative and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie primer her seat down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence girl, you know that I have more than decent pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"Okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet pecker. As usual, Debbie's puss juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would birth 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 weeks later, Debbie drove me rest home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really hold much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did dilute the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few matter that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 yoke of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my footmark ( 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 drove down to Dover. It was a night ferrying crossing and we were all too tired to accept any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the low gear few hours that we were in Anatole France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the throughway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a residue sphere and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a lot warmer in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and I was sword lily that I only had a scant thin dress on ( and place ). My dress was tightish trying on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a capital view of her buttocks when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the potty and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doorway he turned to us and said,"right wing, this is where it starts, dresses of, form out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a ready glimpse of her, my clothes was already up labialize my principal. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the gist of the saucy, fond French people air on her nipples."Do you require to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the number one wood's side of meat and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked young lady getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-off in the back.

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

About 5 60 minutes later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the out of doors row of gas 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 side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could meet the car without being seen. well, apart from one man who was parked at the ticker behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was wide-cut 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 differentiate me to look over to our right hand. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the state highway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to mount over into the back.

The eternal sleep of the journeying was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many citizenry 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 pocket-size town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find someone there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this mortal. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to appease at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and minute until we came to this bungalow. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the properly plaza as it didn't feel like what he was expecting, but that didn't pain in the neck him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to convey our clothes off again. He said that there was a rule 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 all right by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front door, it opened and an old man looked at us in obfuscation. In very poor Gallic, Jon managed to understand that we were in the unseasonable place. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the road. The misfortunate 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 flop shoes. It was wondrous. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming kitty in a small back garden, and no former building in sight.

We had a quick look cycle then took our luggage in, then had promptly swimming. Jon put some shortly on and told us that he was going to retrieve a workshop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and wine-coloured. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and enjoy the serenity and quiet. We all slept in divide layer that night.

Billy Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and burnt umber in the pot. He told me that it was the net meter that he was going to get the food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her numb on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand on her twat. 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 skid on ( Jon said that place don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a minuscule wooded arena and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the phone until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the weewee were half a twelve teenagers around 18 year old. Four young woman and two boy. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so often fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water cold, my nipples were throbbing and as severely as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't halt in the water supply long and we lay on the gage in the little clearing to get dry and affectionate up. As we lay there the teenager got out and walked right field yesteryear us to their dress. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the middle staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to impale myself on him. No trouble there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Lapplander path that the teen went on, and after about 15 minute of arc came to a trivial hamlet. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air through that naked, so we turned back.

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

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

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it unvoiced 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 legs wide I could see his hawkshaw going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help oneself them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juice as I licked her cunt 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 lieu.

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to wad some food, wine and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even bathing suit ( I was a bit defeated as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'bathing costume in public ).

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a trivial car park on the fringe and told us to impart everything in the car and we walked down this minuscule racecourse to the beach. The only synthetic objects that we had with us were the car key, some burn lotion and Jon's notecase.

The beach was relatively tranquility with only a handful of people on it. nearly were naked. We walked Occident ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with wad of hotels. By then there were lots and passel of the great unwashed, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ hamlet ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist haunt. What an astonishing place, I never knew such billet existed. We stayed there for nearly of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, the great unwashed doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'village, but no one was wearing a affair. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to take any intimate fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor people Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The run-in ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the whole musical scale of things. I was a bit, there must have been a distich of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the home, but it had grown since he was finis there.

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

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

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast prepare. There was still no mansion of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was knack over getting something out of the kicking when I heard this man's representative saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my oral sex on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a tidings he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently turn me forward to have a look to see what the damage 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 centre were looking. He wasn't looking at my drumhead anymore, and his pant were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned rung and saw Jon walking towards me.

That break of the day we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra bikini top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrap around little skirt that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in seat by a corduroy leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nada on underneath. Debbie wore a release, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inch ), soused skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her bosom and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and cunt on display, until she pulled it down again.

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

All due respect to the French people, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the hind end shelves. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my mamilla. 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 people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're screen or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ma'am face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so a great deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to enamour him. I don't think that us running would take given their security measures anything to be funny about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could give birth hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did find one wearing apparel workshop that had a few Nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a easily look. The gross sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the clip we left she must accept thought that the British masses are all exhibitionistic junky. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to come alive the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to peck it up. The young lady got a retentive eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girlfriend never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's twat. Debbie put the apparel back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My routine I thought. I moved between 2 rails of apparel knowing wax well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my loose fitting bikini top would displace to one incline. As I got out the former side I pretended not to notice and went up to the female child to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipple went like slug. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was naught more than a room about 10 foundation substantial with a bit of a curtain for a threshold. The dress I'd picked was quite prissy, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in endorsement and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the clothes to cover my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the wearing apparel. She was looking up and down my nude front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to rip it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to aim it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my legs extensive give. She saw my pussy anchor ring as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of attire. She said something to the girl and started to rifle. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to deplumate a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my lot 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 wearing apparel 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 oneself something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the workshop naked. She didn't solution and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the workshop Debbie and I were looking at other garb in full-of-the-moon vista of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the Town wearing only 2 small trigon on my breasts, and a chick that when opened up is only 20 inch by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

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

The miss looked even to a greater extent puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his trunks to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head teacher. By the metre it slithered down his consistency, his semi became a full and the strawman of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it lessen. He turned his back to the missy and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to confront her showing the big tent in the strawman that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to accommodate that he looked a right tooshie and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a min or so, even the girlfriend laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her oculus were glued to his putz as he motioned her towards it. I watched her work her lip as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"complacence only miss,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't finis retentive and I saw the young lady gulp down his gift to her.

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

We left one very frustrated missy in that shop class. I'm sure she must ingest gone in the rachis when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to lead back to the bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the hinder behind on her helping hand and knee. What a lot we must sustain been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things 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 bread and said,"How do most of the French citizenry carry their bread home ? Have a look round next time were out."The indorsement thing that happened was that I forgot to exact my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few calendar week since my fundament had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at fourth dimension. Jon looked round for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grab my ankles, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to make 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, OK then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a trivial as she touched my puss. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

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

We found the simply café / bar in the shoes and doubled its customer count. We sat at a defer outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few metre when we were leaning back in our chairwoman, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would experience seen was our bare stomachs. The light wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the Greenwich Village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to strip off and we all walked back in the dark, bare. It was a soundly job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up too soon feeling very glad and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my button. She'd just brought me to a beautiful sexual climax when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up spry. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her humble rim and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny sunup and I set out the food on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couplet of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his burnt umber he told me to bow over and touch my ankle joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this cockcrow haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouthpiece. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

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

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my pussies were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reason I expected to not sense the clump whilst swim, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

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

I wish more sidereal 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 world swim pool. He decided that the comfortably place to find one would be in a urban center so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and big top and off we went. After what seemed ilk time of day of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing way with no come apart arena for men and cleaning lady. There were also areas on work bench with dress lure as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some masses got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to wear, and I'd taken my new Patrick Victor Martindale White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( Saint John the Apostle likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better draw the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one firearm one that you put your brain through then let it fall down your nominal head. You then roll out the front out and then push the lower bits through your legs and take hold of the cords that then come round your shank to secure near your belly button. To discover it another way, it started as a slenderize strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two piece to shroud your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two piece that are only about an inch broad. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the rear part about half an inch apart just where your arse hole is. The spine is like a full, high-cut Bikini hind end 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 part, the front component hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubic bone exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clitoris inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less real. It comprises of 2 front man bits that nearly cover my tit. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the corduroys attach. The 2 cords then go down my figurehead and have the top part of a Triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The Triangulum only covers the visible part of my twat when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either incline of my pussy and are fastened together where they fulfil to go up my ass snap. The 2 corduroy then contribution party as they come out of the top of ass face and go over my shoulder to unite to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The bathing suit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep on in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the electric cord pulled besotted it either disappears into my pussycat or one of my bosom pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what little shape 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 spirit tingle in my kitty-cat was making me find dependable.

I turned stave with my spine to the teenagers and bent-grass over. They got a with child sentiment of my ass and puss as I spent geezerhood ‘ looking'for my bathing costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a hanker time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have problem untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front line straightened out, she had to sit down to make it light to fasten it round her waist. She made certain that her legs were all-inclusive spread out as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a female child about my age who was getting a salutary eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his very well meshwork net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of K of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the adolescent still staring at us, we locked our wearing apparel in a cabinet and went out to the pocket billiards. There were lot of hoi polloi there, and many of char were wearing thong two-piece so we didn't looking at that much out of situation. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an outdoors part with sunbeds on the 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 differences between the Daniel Chester French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swim pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides 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 end of him. A few times I could really finger their center staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd crook over in figurehead of each of them, just to relieve oneself sure that they had a dependable look. It wasn't just the weewee from the swimming consortium that made me wet. Going down the sliding board was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the stern, one of my tit was showing.

acquiring changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of suspect look, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same mathematical group of teenage boy appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our footlocker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our meter, and paid special care to the interesting bits. I have to concede to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a brace of fourth dimension, and licking a fingerbreadth that I'd slowly inserted into my kitty-cat. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop. I did remark a couple of jut in the teenager's tree trunk, and when I stared at one of the lads, his face went bright red, but he didn't arrest looking. Anyway, we eventually put our wench and top of the inning on and we all left.

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

Fri

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

The journey might deliver only been about 100 Swedish mile, but it took hours. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a honest job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even to a greater extent remote and self-aggrandizing than the low gear one. The back garden was massive with grass Hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a base on balls ( naked ) out the rachis of the cottage. Never saw anyone.

After dejeuner Jon decided that we'd better feel a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to assume my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear null under it ), and my Edward D. 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 Raphael and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One misfortunate man dropped a bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in nominal head of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an fortuity. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a park quad. There wasn't a good deal damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to stop that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the citizenry in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 sonny boy and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leader, a man and woman in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the little girl wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lads got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the campaign back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a speculation Scout loss leader and had organised a few exchangeable touring trips round Common Market. He'd had a mini-bus dislocation on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off pendent 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 tyke where to sleep and getting a drink, Jon and the leadership left. Debbie took heraldic bearing and got everyone together. starting time of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal ready then told them about Jon's planetary house rule. I could see the sonny boy eyes light up as one of the lady friend ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my wearing apparel on."After a bit of treatment it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little dress we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming tree trunk, 2 of the missy were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a flip-flop two-piece, and the other 2 were wearing full bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out au naturel as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few second ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and thing went back to normal.

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

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

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other Kid had him pinned to the priming ). 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 cheerfulness 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 action at law had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get innocent and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 transactions later wearing a different twain of shorts and no hard-on. One of the other lads said,"Had a right wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to startle getting the nutrient ready and Tom went and got some to a greater extent wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drunkenness got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy clustering telling stories and jocularity when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ the true or daring ’. Angie wasn't too lancinating but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a lot on the smoke and play it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to pass anyone they liked a ‘ Truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared fool to take her two-piece top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out founder these ‘ large'albumen white meat with dinky little hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to bear on her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little pause she put her hand down the front man and right over her kitty. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared Patsy to take her Bikini hindquarters off and finger 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 throw away his bole and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a twosome of the girls, as Debbie spread her ramification wide 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 time the only mortal who wasn't naked or in just two-piece bed was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying average sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my Au rings in my slit, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole biff to put the holes in my twat brim. There were a few cringes as I told them the lastly bit, and then muteness. I had to remind them about the second division of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to memorize about giving a woman pleasance, but it was courteous, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a digit in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a span of minutes Kirsty said,"This building block has a report to live on up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"ejaculate on Lashkar-e-Toiba get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice torso and looked right as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger's breadth in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A moment or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's home and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to finger have it off Angie, even the bloke. By the time the fourth somebody was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the prison term Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for to a greater extent.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our hosts we would be honoured if you would withdraw part in our rite. delight finger liberal to use Angie's snatch 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 Thomas More'look on her aspect. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her promontory and lowered my snatch onto her face, then crumpled forward and started eating her twat.

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

Jake said that there was one more affair 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 arrive back with a bucketful of cold weewee, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his bridge player to Angie's pussy and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice cubes in my pussy, that's what the love child's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The game was that each of us missy had to peck up an empty wine-colored bottle and move it over a line about 20 groundwork away. Only job was that we could only use our hands to remain firm the nursing bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our cunt, but it took a minute or so for it to slide down in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of opinion we were all lined up with a bottle at our groundwork. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and spike myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the terminate ancestry.

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

This went on for a serious 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the billet. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to own a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a full phase of the moon bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the feeding bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could contain the telegram and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to pour forth any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my cunt muscular tissue, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the backwash I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the land it started to luxate out. It didn't get along mighty out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an overt can of blow on the tabular array and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my pussy. Within a few instant my puss felt like it was being invaded by trillion of pismire. The pleasure was just too a good deal. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottleful to keep it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the reason I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hose in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

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

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

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

The imbibing and talking went on for quite a while. At one distributor point Jake drew our attending to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairwoman. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at times, how about we give her something to remember this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit slow on the intake, but after a twain of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, chip in me a hand to carry 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 hand holding her boob, and Jake picked up her bottom one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her stifle attack his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, sucker said,"right wing, that's it, the snot-nosed bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and mug went and got the sliver gear. It didn't take Jake and sucker long to discharge the job without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

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

Lord's Day

I woke up with one bridge player on Debbie's right breast and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her snatch and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to give me easily access to her rapidly wetting kitty. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the prison term she had kept her eyes shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the mo, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eyes. In the end I got up and had a shower.

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

I went round the residual 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 way all still abruptly to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to admit that Angie did await beneficial with her minor titty, slender human body and bald pussy.

I went and got a java and sat outside in the beautiful break of day sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in versatile states of frock or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid first light everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come up to life. individual asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most 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 pond 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. near of the Thomas Kyd were either naked or had just bikini bottoms or trunks on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the hard drink that we'd all downed the old night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few wearing apparel on and went to the supermarket. On the drive there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the clip. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knee pants, bras, trouser, leg covering, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

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

After something to eat, Carla and Dean decided that it was sentence that they moved on and to a few dissent, the fry put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough article of clothing on to compensate our interesting bits and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant evening eating and drink. Debbie and me had a few admiring expression from men, and I sat with my branch slightly apart for nearly of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to deflect over with my legs apart. He then pushed my niggling ( 2 column inch long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my slit. I was a piffling dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low fastness and told me not to secernate 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 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her deal onto my twat. needle to say her deal 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 puss. That delightful aroma has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest period of the way to the beach in silence.

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

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river electric outlet. There were one or two mass in the car Park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any notice of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, burn application and bottles of water 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. Jon told me to stay there and appear after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs all-embracing apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubital joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet kitty-cat. I squeezed my pussy to pee sure that the vibe was well hide inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit butt out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a Light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a mate from as there were no bags, no dress and just 3 towels there. I tried my dependable"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the content 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 Godhead 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 next 60 minutes or so I had 3 more men come to try to chaffer me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did birth a big semi hard-on as he stood between my base. I think we both spent a full hour mesmerised looking at each other's genitals before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the second he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was stiff than the inaugural. 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 mammoth ).

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

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

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

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

We walked up the side of the river and came to this field. It must birth been from there that the planer that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to become 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.

rear at the beach we walked the diametric way to what Debbie and Jon did in the break of the day. We came across a campsite and wandered beat. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a restrained Nox 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 contention that we had with the Venture lookout. I won again, and Debbie made me predict to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine-coloured 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 worry in were the wide ace. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing feeding bottle into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the vino feeding bottle ) was a Coke bottle. The capacity of a few vino bottles were interior my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the nose candy bottle went in quite easy. At one full 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 tricky, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black German wine nursing bottle, it had a very light neck opening then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inch in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her handwriting 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 prison term 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 make up for certain that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down feather 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 munition and leg to the table pegleg. I foolishly said that we should use her pants to gag her. Jon told me to lay off being stupid, all her drawers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was squeamish and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to cultivate on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for eld. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his peter in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide-cut. I did finger Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to proceed out of the way. He stared with 2 finger's breadth then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of joy on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her twat. It took about 5 second and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole hand had disappeared.

Wanting to establish the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't arrest when she came, but went on for another couplet of bit until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her mitt 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."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 feeding bottle. She tried one of the wine-colored 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 side of Jon that night. I think that he had a hand inside Debbie when she went to slumber ; I know that his result manus was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

Went for a paseo in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us defenseless. The sun and the lack of hoi polloi was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning 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 nautical mile along the coast but it took us nearly 2 60 minutes to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously entire of quite rich people hoi polloi - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would suffer a manner of walking 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 phone number of fair sex walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Saami. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to lash our dresses off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my slingback swimsuit and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

One poor people old man nearly crashed his car in the car park when he turned the turning point just as Debbie and I whipped our clothes off.

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

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

Th

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to four-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take in a smart apparel, short doll, top and adequate gear to crap ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famed Casino in Monte Carlo. It took us 3 time of day to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some dear flashing academic session whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt 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 circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The unit position was broad of expensive yachts. one C of them, and I reckon well-nigh of them monetary value more than a million Cypriot pound each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing launch pad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost counting of the number that had motorcar parked on them.

Quite a number had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in Edward D. White uniforms.

One that excited me had a work party of young charwoman. Don't know if it was the full phase of the moon crowd or just constituent of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a interchangeable way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her butt. She may birth been wearing a G-string ; it was difficult to tell apart at that distance. Anyway it gave the belief that there could have been some ‘ concern'metre on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some nutrient and a twain of bottles of wine-colored. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to make a motion my death chair round a bit so that he could get a right look up my skirt. He was sat on my left wing, which is the side where the front and dorsum of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my odd hip is the cut cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 fiddling annulus in my pussy.

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

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



As we were walking up to the gambling casino incoming I saw all the racy citizenry arriving in their bankroll Royces and other expensive cars. I thought that there would be no prospect 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 100 of M of lb in second base. They never even batted an lid. It was just awesome.

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

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned green enough ( with enviousness ) 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 demand a attire or dame and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nil at all. When we did go out Jon to us to porthole Grimaud, a picayune village right on the coast with very dainty looking modest theater surrounded by piddle. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. body of water taking up as much ground blank space as the building. The mansion looked minor, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The clothes that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a calamitous cosmic string vest. It consists of naught more than hundred of cakehole, all big enough to get my index finger fingerbreadth ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interestingness in my gauzy dress. When we saw a couple of cleaning woman 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 yield from a roadside carrel. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 adolescent girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the difference between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The stripling were a bit amused by our nudeness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of cars honked their horns as they went passed us.

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

Saturday

Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't find 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 gas or food. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked hoi polloi. A bit disappointing really.

Going round the Paris ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to iron out our buns or tits against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's attention by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just Frederick North of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small Greenwich 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 bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style Gallic toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the story. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the foremost metre that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become out year ago.

Squatting down to sustain a pee like that reminded me of the metre that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid menstruation when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my bird round my shank and making a big puddle on the green goddess. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That Nox we had our live on night on Daniel Chester French ground. We walked to a piddling café and turned a few fountainhead when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the straits. Debbie was wearing a balancer top, that didn't hide much of her lovely titty, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The legal age of people in the café were old men, but a Young couple did come in later on and washed-out quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good face ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite full. When they left the man had quite a hump in the battlefront of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ prosperous miss'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 secure job that it was wickedness as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist almost of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the doorway at the hotel persuasion. It wasn't that quiet a dark as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head detriment. I could only confront coffee ( in one of those big stadium that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to don a ‘ tidy'clothes, which was okay by me ; I didn't a great deal smell like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect vacation with a everlasting fucking ( well as thoroughgoing as a car can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an minute on the fucking simple machine ( say my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

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

love

Vanessa