The risky venture I'm about to describe happened in recent outpouring of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of France for a two-week holiday.

vacation in the South of France

Unlike almost of our stumble abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 60 minutes before we climb on the woodworking plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this vacation. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty parlour where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girls that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could come with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift nursing home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her cum with us.

( For those of you that haven't understand my Journal, or the tale of ‘ Debbie's slit superpower ’, I should tell you that at an too soon age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her twat at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked vernal women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few miniskirt saturnalia ; 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 home naked, and when my ending champion come to inspect, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the premature Dominicus, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got dwelling house before Jon and by the fourth dimension Jon arrived there were 2 au naturel girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 arcminute 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 ) kitty-cat onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home 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 lilliputian girl voice and asked him. At starting time Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a farsighted intermission Debbie terra firma her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any conflict girlfriend, you know that I have Thomas More than decent pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another foresighted silence Jon said,"O.K. 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 make clean up his wet dick. As common, Debbie's twat juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his cock 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 call up one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 calendar 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 often luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the fourth dimension. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few matter that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 particular that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 duad of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my measure ( 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 push down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the firstly few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a ease arena and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short slim attire on ( and shoe ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great sight of her ass when the flatus blew her wench up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in figurehead of us and just as he unlocked the room access he turned to us and said,"rightfulness, this is where it starts, dresses of, kind out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick glance of her, my frock was already up round my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her promontory. Her beautiful 34C white meat showing the issue of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples."Do you want to motor ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the number one wood's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round of drinks, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked lady friend getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfy in the spinal column.

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

About 5 time of day later I decided that we had better get some gas so I pulled into the next balance field. I parked the car on the international row of petrol pump and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the slope of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fulfil 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 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 promontory to tell me to take care over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both officer looking back onto the pike. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to mount over into the back.

The respite of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many mass 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 small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find somebody there. The place took a bit of determination, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this individual. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to rest at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrow until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right topographic point as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't hassle him.

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

We all walked to the look threshold, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the forepart door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong stead. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the road. The inadequate 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 redress place. It was wondrous. Four bedchamber, its own little swimming pool in a modest back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a promptly look round then took our luggage in, then had quick swimming. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of solid food and wine-colored. We didn't do much for the relaxation of the day, other than eat, potable and enjoy the peace of mind and quiet. We all slept in sort out beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at cockcrow and when I emerged he had nutrient on the table and chocolate in the pot. He told me that it was the final metre that he was going to get the intellectual nourishment ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one handwriting on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some skid on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded field and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen teenagers around 18 years old. Four girlfriend 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 hour 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 weewee before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water frigidness, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stoppage in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little clarification to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the adolescent got out and walked right past us to their apparel. I had my optic shut, but I could feel 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 range him on my articulatio genus and to impale myself on him. No trouble there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boy looking at us from the George Bush. He must give birth come back to ascertain us. Debbie just lay on the eatage and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussycat we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Saami path that the teenager went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a small village. Jon didn't particularly desire to walk through that raw, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'puddle when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to interest about masses getting disquieted because we had no clothes on. It was so unbend and ‘ lifelike ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

Back at the bungalow, we opened a bottleful of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and eve. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the solid food ready. It was from behind at the sump as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the wizard, Debbie got up and bent 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 attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an chance and told her,"If you can get it laborious you can suffer it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs blanket I could see his putz going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her succus as I licked her kitty and his balls. They both came without even moving.

That Nox I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoon spot.

Mon

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

It took us about an time of day to get to a billet called Marseillan-Plage. A little settlement right on the glide. Jon parked on a minuscule car park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The exclusively man-made objects that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's pocketbook.

The beach was relatively lull with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with set of hotels. By then there were lots and lots of people, 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 amazing seat, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for well-nigh of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a normal village, mass doing everything that happens in a ‘ rule'settlement, but no one was wearing a affair. Even the market keeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any intimate fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The actor's line ‘ 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 completely scale of things. I was a bit, there must possess been a couple of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the situation, 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 ‘ instinctive ’.

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of intellectual nourishment and some vino. A figure of other naked mass came and went. We weren't the lonesome ones who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left field. As we got further on we saw a number of duet ( every combination of sexual urge ) making out, some in the modest sand dune, and other in the midriff of the assailable beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no polarity of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the repose of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the bang lid. I cursed and held my school principal as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the side of meat of my head and gently bent me forward to feature a look to see what the terms was. Fortunately it was just a protuberance and as I rubbed it and the nuisance get less I looked at the man and saw where his center were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned unit of ammunition and saw Jon walking towards me.

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

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

All due esteem to the Gallic, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a comely supermarket. Jon told us to push aside him and try to get a few masses even hotter under their shoe collar. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the tooshie shelves. The common cold of the deep-freeze really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could traumatise someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft program line, of row we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or pudden-head. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one level I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to burst forth. We were having so a great deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to arrest him. I don't think that us running would have given their security system anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could own hidden anything. wellspring maybe one place…..

We did encounter one clothes shop that had a few decent looking dress. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a dear look. The sales agreement supporter was a miss of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must birth thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic junkie. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to fire up the female child up. She dropped a garb on the level and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's kitty-cat in all its aura. As Debbie stood up she turned to the miss and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the wheel and pulled her dame back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my wanton fitting two-piece top would prompt to one side. As I got out the other face I pretended not to notice and went up to the fille to ask her if I could try on the dress in my handwriting. I watched her center and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my thorax she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing elbow room was nothing Sir Thomas More than a room about 10 feet square with a bit of a pall for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or berm strap, but it was obviously too small-scale even for me. My bikini top and chick were off in arcsecond and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop class holding the clothes to cover my body. The daughter 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 way. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the frock. She was looking up and down my naked presence. She didn't do anything so I started to tread into the dress. As I struggled to pull in it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the room access with my legs wide undefended. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a duo of dress. She said something to the girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her head. When her 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 luck had changed,"looking at the girlfriend who didn't know where to look.

By the prison term Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress and taken it off, I had taken off the clothes 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 little girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the lady friend if she minded us walking around the workshop naked. She didn't solution and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at early wearing apparel in full view of anyone who would get 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 townspeople wearing only 2 low trilateral on my breast, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 in by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

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

The miss looked even to a greater extent puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The miss just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to divulge a semitrailer hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the wearing apparel and slipped it over his top dog. By the time it slithered down his body, his semi became a full and the front man of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his peter and let it fall. He turned his cover to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a rectify hind end and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a hour or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the lady friend. Her eyes were glued to his pecker as he motioned her towards it. I watched her bat her lips as she bent down and took him in her rima oris. Debbie put her paw on my pussycat ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last farseeing and I saw the fille gulp down his gift to her.

The lady friend stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her bird and her right deal started on her pussy ( she wasn't wearing any breeches ). 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 scotch fille in that store. I'm sure as shooting she must experience gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to guide back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the endorse fundament on her hands and genu. What a lot we must have been.

Back at the bungalow we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick lucre and didn't even recognize. John told me to peck up the ‘ arm pit loot'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do most of the French people carry their bread rest home ? Have a look round next time were out."The endorse thing that happened was that I forgot to take 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 lav and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at clip. Jon looked cycle for something to warm my rump and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a human foot apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing little girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the Lapplander then licked her finger. I moaned a picayune as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That nighttime we walked further down the road until we came to that little Village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thinly cotton ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was impractical ). Debbie also wore a lean cotton ‘ A'dame and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the post and doubled its customer numeration. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit long-winded and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare venter. The light wasn't that good, and we had our wooden leg quite close together.

As we left the settlement to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to rifle off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a secure job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early on smell very happy and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his lavatory. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up fast. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower sass and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, warm, sunny morning and I set out the nutrient on the board out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the kitty and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee berry he told me to bend over and touch my articulatio talocruralis. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this dayspring haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ rightfield 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 mouth. It wasn't long before his tool 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 unstrain day. well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear off 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 pattern as both Debbie and me had to celebrate stopping either to fend off having an climax there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high as it was both Debbie's and my puss were glistening with our juice all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reason I expected to not experience the orb whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

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

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

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming puddle. He decided that the trump place to find one would be in a urban center so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on trivial annulus and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure nerve center in Marseille.

The showtime thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate area for men and women. There were also areas on benches with wearing apparel draw as well as footling changing cell. It looked like some people got changed in full view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a group of teenage male child 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 udder down.

Debbie had taken my white Lycra bathing costume to wear, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimwear ( John likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one bit one that you put your head through then let it devolve down your movement. You then straighten the front end out and then push the lower bits through your stage and take hold of the cords that then come fill out your shank to secure near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the spinal column of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a rich ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch encompassing. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the rearwards piece about half an inch apart just where your arse hole is. The rachis is like a wax, high-cut two-piece behind back that comes round to the front as two thin tie corduroys. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front persona. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front line part hangs forward leaving my knocker and pubis exposed. I also have bother keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less substantial. It comprises of 2 battlefront bits that nearly cover my tit. They start with virtually zip, spread apart to cover my bosom, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 corduroys then go down my social movement and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The trigon only covers the seeable office of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 cord go either side of my twat and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass fissure. The 2 corduroys then part party as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my articulatio humeri to conjoin to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the side of meat it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to sustain in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unsufferable. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the svelte quick move.

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

I turned round with my back to the adolescent and bent-grass over. They got a capital scene of my ass and pussy as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimwear in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to front them and the spent a long time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have fuss untangling her swimwear. When she got it over her neck and the front man straightened out, she had to sit down to piddle it easy to fasten it round her waist. She made sure that her wooden leg were broad overt as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a couple of his fine mesh net nylon undies, the case that if you look within a couple of one thousand of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pocket billiards. There were lots of people there, and many of women were wearing flip-flop two-piece so we didn't aspect that much out of place. The French people are much more large-minded 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 attending from some of the teenage son and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences 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 slides was fun, each time I wanted to go up the steps I'd hold until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really palpate their middle staring at my pussy. phonograph needle to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to crap certain that they had a good look. It wasn't just the piss from the swimming puddle that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the behind, 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 exhibitioner naked. We got a duo of funny tone, but that's all. The sound bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage son appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. acerate leaf to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid particular attention to the concern bits. I have to concede to ‘ tweaking'my teat a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couplet of the sonny boy jaws drop. I did notice a couple of bulges in the teen's proboscis, and when I stared at one of the blighter, his face went bright red, but he didn't layover looking. Anyway, we eventually put our wench and whirligig on and we all left.

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

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 week, but no rather than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the coast road and then western United States until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a post called St Raffaello Sanzio where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

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

This bungalow was even more remote and bigger than the offset one. The plump for garden was monolithic with grass hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a paseo ( naked ) out the binding of the bungalow. Never saw anyone.

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little bird and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my Bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nix under it ), and my blanched bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to tilt 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 pathetic man dropped a nursing bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car Park we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a Gallic soul's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't often damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to condition that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 venture Scouts ( 3 blighter and 5 young lady ) all about 18oro 19 eld old, with 2 leaders, a man and cleaning lady in their of late XX. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to peach to them whilst the talent scout went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the sentinel, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lads got hard-on from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leaders told us all that they had agreed that the talent scout would stay at our cottage that night while Jon and the leaders went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around noontide on the Sunday.

On the driving back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a Venture Scout leader and had organised a few similar touring trips round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the bungalow 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 pattern after he and the leadership had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to sleep and getting a drink, Jon and the leadership left. Debbie took accusation and got everyone together. kickoff of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal ready then told them about Jon's house formula. I could see the cuss eye light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that ruler doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could fag out as much or as little 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 kids were in or around the pool. The fellow were in their swim bole, 2 of the daughter were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few seconds ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and matter went back to normal.

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

At one degree some of them had been in the consortium and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most vocal of the young lady ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have 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 Kyd 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 right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his legs and pulled his trunks down. There were sunshine 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 had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get devoid and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different pair of shorts and no erection. One of the early blighter said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to pop out getting the food ready and Tom went and got some more wine-coloured and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the swallow got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy gang telling fib and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

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

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

Jake then dared Patsy to take her Bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ vauntingly'white white meat with dinkey trivial toilsome nipples.

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

Next, Karen asked Pete when he end had a cock sucking. Pete blushed but said 3 weeks ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to reach her own slit. When she touched herself outside her bikini stern I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a lilliputian intermission she put her hired man down the straw man and right wing over her pussycat. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared Patsy to take her bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

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

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop off his automobile trunk and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a couple of the girlfriend, as Debbie spread her leg wide-eyed and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her twat, and she didn't narrative long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the only soul who wasn't naked or in just bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 gent were naked and displaying fairly sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold rings in my snatch, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in calm down fascination as I told them about me being suspended, rout, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather proletarian hole punch to put the hole in my puss lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to cue them about the arcsecond part of the dare, and Tom wasted no clip in roughly plunging his fingerbreadth into me. Tom still has a lot to check about giving a charwoman pleasure, but it was decent, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a couple of minutes Kirsty said,"This social unit has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"seed on let get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice trunk and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her pussycat. 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 arcminute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karen put her digit in Angie. They each took it in go to thumb fuck Angie, even the lads. By the prison term the fourth person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for 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 ritual. Please sense relieve to use Angie's pussycat 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 than'flavour on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either position of her head and lowered my twat onto her face, then bent forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girl who gave the effect that she was a virgin before that Night, she did a good job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in forepart of me. She had this big candle in her hired 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 clitoris. I gasped and came. It only took a few strokes with the taper to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one Thomas More thing that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to come back with a bucket of cold water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his mitt to Angie's twat 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 puss, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The game was that each of us miss had to pick up an vacuous wine bottleful and move it over a occupation about 20 animal foot away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to endure 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 moment or so for it to drop in with the others. When it did, there were a few gossip like,"it won't fit"or"it will come down 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 foundation. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottleful, lifted myself up, and waddled to the polish off blood.

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

This went on for a upright 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottleful over the line of credit. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a feeding bottle of cheap Champagne-Ardenne. He said that we wanted a full nursing 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 bottle cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to toast it. I carefully eased the Cork out then put it on the ground ready to take up. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal weightiness Lifting had toned-up my pussycat muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the airstream I managed to impale myself hunky-dory, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't issue forth right out, but it hit the undercoat with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of Coke on the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the bottle of bubbly. I'd just got set about waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my puss. Within a few seconds my puss felt like it was being invaded by millions of ants. The delight was just too a great deal. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to maintain it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as expert 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 trade good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottleful in as far as I could, and moaning like blaze.

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

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

That game died and the talking remain. soft touch was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete 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 drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one item Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an 60 minutes later Jake said,"I've got an melodic theme. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up kick at meter, how about we give her something to commend this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okeh', Jake said,"A shave."One or two mass were a bit deadening on the uptake, but after a match of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"okeh, come on Tom, throw me a hand to conduct her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his handwriting holding her titty, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees labialise his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, mug said,"right field, that's it, the stuck-up gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and sucker went and got the grazing gear mechanism. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to fill in the job without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her stage broad apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hired hand on Debbie's right breast and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my handwriting down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her ramification opened to give me substantially admittance to her rapidly wetting pussycat. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the clip she had kept her oculus shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the consequence, but even after she came she never moved or opened her optic. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettledrum on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my redress hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a affair 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 admit that Angie did look in force with her lowly tits, slender figure and bald twat.

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

About 30 minute of arc later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to bonk who had done the deed. Of path 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. almost of the kidskin were either naked or had just bikini merchantman or trunks on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had perm erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and put back the spirits that we'd all downed the late night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes on and went to the supermarket. On the drive there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the clock time. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trousers, leging, tights or short. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a picayune surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a trivial 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 loss leader got a bit of a shock absorber when they came assail the binding of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and James Dean decided that it was clock time that they moved on and to a few objection, the child put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no dress'day for us. The most wind 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 pegleg apart. He then pushed my slight ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator right into my puss. I was a footling 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 window and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her bridge player onto my pussy. Needless to say her script got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"intellection so, you horny picayune bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your pussy. That delightful aroma has been getting stronger ever since we left the bungalow. somebody'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 blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were consummate naked. We did get a bivalent 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 two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car ballpark 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, suntan lotion and bottles of urine and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small sand dune.

After about an hour Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk. Jon told me to remain there and appear after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs broad apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbow joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to pee sure that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigaret out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a friction match from as there were no traveling bag, no apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left wing, but not before having a adept stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this Godhead bellow and bloody big airplane flew command 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 spry than that plane did.

In the following hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chit-chat me up. The Christ Within for a cigarette must be a stock chat-up line of work down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did induce a big semi hard-on as he stood between my human foot. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each former's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second base he left I had my second gear orgasm of the day, and it was unattackable than the low gear. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much great 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 pussy she said,"God miss, have you been frigging yourself all the clip we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"Well you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

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

Jon had me hold on the vibration in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each time that he saw that I was on the sceptre of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was untimely 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 walkway by the river that went under the independent coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to frustrate the route to go along up the position of the river. That was until a twosome 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 slope of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this jeep with some military machine looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smiling on one of the men's faces but we didn't knack around for long.

Back at the beach we walked the opposite word way to what Debbie and Jon did in the dawn. We came across a camping ground and wandered round. We got a few amusing looking at, but no one stopped us or said anything.

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

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the bungalow. There was quite a variety, but the 1 Jon was interested in were the wide-cut ones. The succeeding half hr was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottleful into my snatch. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine bottleful ) was a Coke nursing bottle. The contents of a few wine feeding bottle were inside my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the C bottle went in quite easygoing. At one percentage point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have problem getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, 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 fatal German wine bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the primary part which was a good 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clit made me unstrain 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 hesitating, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To crap 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 Mexican valium so we went into the kitchen and used some knock and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickerbockers to gag her. Jon told me to kibosh being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my genius must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was prissy and wet in prediction, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his cock in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my jam was still quite all-encompassing. I did feel 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 prompt out of the way. He stared with 2 finger then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasure on Debbie's human face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 minute and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His all mitt had disappeared.

Wanting to attain the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't check when she came, but went on for another dyad of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his mitt out and recount me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her bridge player 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 puss."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 experimentation with a few bottles. She tried one of the vino bottleful 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 hired man inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his give hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and rent our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might own only been about 25 geographical mile along the sea-coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The seat and the citizenry there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full moon of quite rich mass - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have 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 act of women walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our dress off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my other swimwear, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

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

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to carry a wise dress, abruptly skirt, top and plenty gear to name ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous gambling casino in three-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car raw and we had some undecomposed flashing academic session whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a wench and top on ( I wore my bikini doll and a very loose craw top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round contribution of the Grand Prix electric 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 sportfishing boat anywhere to be seen. The whole berth was total of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing stamp pad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had machine parked on them.

Quite a figure had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in Theodore Harold White uniforms.

One that excited me had a work party of Whitney Moore Young Jr. women. Don't know if it was the good work party or just division of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a standardised way to Debbie and me. One of them bent-grass over and I saw all her rear end. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to tell at that length. Anyway it gave the impression that there could have been some ‘ interesting'prison term on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed the likes of miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a dyad of bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair attack a bit so that he could get a proper flavour 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 depart hip is the reduce corduroy that ties the dame 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 little rings in my pussy.

After there we walked back to the car and got changed. Again outside the car. A couple 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 cassino in my unretentive silky dress, the one that hangs out from my pectus letting anyone who looks down the social movement or sides see all my nipple. Debbie looked trade good in a backless, low cut front garb. It's so curt that she can't bending without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the gambling casino entering I saw all the fat hoi polloi arriving in their roll Royces and other expensive cars. 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 people loosing C of thousands of pounds in endorsement. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood decent future to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie looseness for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the next hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 arcminute, and for the last 5 he had one hired man round the back of her leg and up her apparel. Debbie later told me that she let him put his finger's breadth in her twat. He didn't give her anything early than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned fleeceable 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 time of day's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a frock or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late good afternoon. We had a most reposeful day on the beach doing aught at all. When we did impart Jon to us to interface Grimaud, a short village right on the seashore with very overnice looking small home surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the piece of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much primer coat space as the building. The household looked modest, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The attire that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a contraband string vest. It consists of nothing more than hundred of mess, all big enough to get my index fingerbreadth ( or tit ) through. There was only one man that took any pastime in my vaporous clothes. When we saw a dyad of women 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 stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to rest naked. He said that it's the conflict 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 bareness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of elevator car honked their trumpet as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit rummy. Jon said that as it was our go night we had to tope all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pocket billiards, and then we all slept in the Sami bed

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Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon fucked Debbie adjacent 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 petrol or nutrient. Not one car gave any notion that they'd seen defenseless people. A bit disappointing really.

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

Just north of genus Paris we pulled off the pike and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a dirty look when Jon asked for one way with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a bonnie size, but in the can they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French john. There's aught to sit on, just 2 places for your pes and a hole in the level. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the low time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the time that Jon told me to do that one clip when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid flowing when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my chick one shot my waist and making a big puddle on the gage. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That dark we had our last night on Gallic grime. We walked to a petty café and turned a few drumhead when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's weaponry. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the question. Debbie was wearing a hemp top, that didn't hide much of her cover girl bosom, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a Young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of clock time staring at us. Jon told me to let them receive a practiced look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite all-embracing. When they left the man had quite a excrescence in the front man of his pant. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

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

William Ashley Sunday

My fountainhead hurt. I could only face umber ( in one of those big bowls that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't much flavor 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 sense almost human again when we arrived back home.

Just to end the perfect holiday with a gross fuck ( well as stark as a automobile can generate ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( register my journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

wellspring, that's how our holiday in the South of French Republic went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's understand them and is glad with them.

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Vanessa