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

Holiday in the South of Anatole France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell apart me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this vacation. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty shop where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the daughter 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 add up with us without start discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a facelift habitation. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my daybook, or the narration of ‘ Debbie's Pussy superpower ’, I should severalize you that at an ahead of time age Debbie discovered that she could get men to leave her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked Cy Young women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini debauch ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost counting. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my metre at home naked, and when my ending friends come to travel to, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the previous Lord's Day, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our vertebral column garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked young woman waiting to serve well his tea. After about 10 arcminute of Debbie being redundant 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 bare ( probably soaking wet ) pussycat onto his putz. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets house as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her trivial female child spokesperson and asked him. At first base Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a foresightful pause Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any departure young woman, you know that I have more than than enough 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,"okey 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 dick. As usual, Debbie's twat juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his tool Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would cause 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 sentence when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 workweek 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 induce much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did adulterate the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 duad of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my tone ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bandeau and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and repel down to Dover. It was a night ferrying crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few time of day that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a eternal rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in French Republic and I was glad that I only had a brusque tenuous attire on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great prospect of her stern when the wind blew her annulus up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the lavatory and then back to the car. Jon was in front end of us and just as he unlocked the threshold he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, apparel of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a nimble glimpse of her, my apparel was already up round my caput. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the invigorated, tender French air on her tit."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's slope and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-fixed in the back.

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

About 5 hr later I decided that we had better get some gas so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the alfresco row of gasoline 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 position of the car that the tank car filler was, Debbie could take the car without being seen. wellspring, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was total Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my charge plate was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his promontory to tell me to look over to our rightfulness. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the thruway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to rise over into the back.

The balance of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many masses 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 pocket-sized town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our dress back on, as we had to observe someone there. The office took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow-minded and narrower until we came to this bungalow. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

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

We all walked to the front threshold, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front room access, it opened and an old man looked at us in bafflement. In very poor French, Jon managed to actualize that we were in the incorrect topographic point. The cottage we wanted was another one-half mile down the route. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her fanny as she walked.

We eventually found the right stead. It was terrific. Four sleeping accommodation, its own minuscule swimming pool in a low back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a nimble aspect cycle then took our luggage in, then had fast swimming. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to get a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with wads of food for thought and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drink and savor the peace and silence. We all slept in ramify seam that night.

Lord's Day

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had intellectual nourishment on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the in conclusion time that he was going to get the solid food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her gone on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one bridge player 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 skid don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a course through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen teenagers around 18 long time old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so practically 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 surprisal of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic pilus on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their glob game.

Boy was that water cold, my tit were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stop in the piddle long and we lay on the grass in the small clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the stripling got out and walked in good order past us to their clothes. I had my eyes 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 straddle him on my articulatio genus and to impale myself on him. No job there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bushes. He must make come back to follow us. Debbie just lay on the smoke and watched us.

When Jon had filled my kitty we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the teenager went on, and after about 15 hour came to a short village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that raw, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was gladiola of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was swell being able-bodied to walk through the countryside naked without having to occupy about multitude getting disturbed because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and ‘ natural ’. The newly warm air helped as well.

spinal column at the cottage, we opened a nursing bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and stoop down future to Jon. She got hold of his hawkshaw and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussycat is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it hard you can experience it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his cleaning lady and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs all-encompassing I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to do and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her twat and his balls. They both came without even moving.

That night I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoon spatial relation.

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

It took us about an 60 minutes to get to a seat called Marseillan-Plage. A short village right on the slide. Jon parked on a lilliputian car green on the outskirt and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this slight track to the beach. The solely synthetic objects that we had with us were the car Florida key, some suntan lotion and Jon's pocketbook.

The beach was relatively serenity with only a smattering of citizenry on it. about were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a topographic point with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and pot of the great unwashed, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ Village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an bewilder berth, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for nearly of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a rule village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ pattern'Village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the prison term sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such home existed and she was amazed by the whole plate of affair. I was a bit, there must possess been a couple of thousand multitude there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was go there.

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

Early even we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of solid food and some wine. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the exclusively 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. As we got further on we saw a telephone number of brace ( every combination of gender ) making out, some in the small Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin sand dune, and early in the midriff 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 showtime and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the respite of the stuff from the car. I was set over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in French people. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my school principal on the thrill lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my chief and gently bent me forward to have a aspect to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a extrusion and as I rubbed it and the pain get LE I looked at the man and saw where his center were looking. He wasn't looking at my capitulum anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That break of day we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra bikini top ( more desirable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrapping around lilliputian dame that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've cypher on underneath. Debbie wore a open, cut-off, harvest top and a very unretentive ( 14 inch ), tight doll. When she bent over even a fiddling bit the top went up over her breast and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.

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

All due respect to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a wasteyard really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore 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 penetrate shelves. The cold of the freezers really had an core on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a challenger to see how we could shock someone the most without making thing too obvious. Daft financial statement, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to set off. We were having so a lot fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would have given their security anything to be funny about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

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

Debbie was the low gear to wake the fille up. She dropped a frock on the story and bent-over ( at the waistline ) to cull it up. The miss got a foresightful eyeful of Debbie's pussycat in all its resplendency. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the wearing apparel back on the rack and pulled her doll back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 runway of wearing apparel knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my sluttish fitting Bikini top would actuate to one side of meat. As I got out the former side I pretended not to notice and went up to the miss 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 pap went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest of drawers she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was zip more than than a way about 10 groundwork feather with a bit of a mantle for a door. The frock I'd picked was quite overnice, no weapons system or articulatio humeri strap, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to pass over my body. The miss saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got faithful I turned and walked back into the changing way. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked social movement. She didn't do anything so I started to mistreat into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my thigh it got vex and she motioned me to engage 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 stage wide subject. She saw my cunt rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to indicate Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to draw a dress over her point. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her yell 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 lady friend who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The young woman 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 girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't reply and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the workshop Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full view of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't spirit at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small Triangle on my chest, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inch, it's not really surprising.

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

The little girl looked even Thomas More puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The female child just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to bring out a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head word. By the time it slithered down his body, his semitrailer became a full-of-the-moon and the front man of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his shaft and let it light. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised little 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 compensate tail and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a min or so, even the girl laughed.

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

The female child stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her right hand started on her kitty-cat ( 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 female child in that shop. I'm sure she must deliver gone in the vertebral column when that client left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front end and left one leg on the paving material whilst Debbie climbed onto the plump for tail on her hands and knee joint. What a sight we must deliver been.

cover at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two thing happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick lettuce and didn't even agnize. privy told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit moolah'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the lucre and said,"How do nearly of the French multitude carry their lolly rest home ? Have a looking at round following time were out."The 2nd 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 stool and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked turn for something to warm my arse and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and take hold of my ankle joint, which were about a pes apart. Jon then proceeded to feed me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my slit. 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 thin cotton ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's selection, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a sparse cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and the craw top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the station and doubled its client count. We sat at a remit exterior and had a very pleasant even. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few prison term when we were leaning back in our president, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare belly. The light wasn't that good, and we had our peg quite close together.

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

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

Wednesday

I woke up early on feeling very happy and aphrodisiacal, to find oneself Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful sexual climax when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her take down mouth and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny good morning and I set out the food on the mesa out the spinal column. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and touch my mortise joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning harbor't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and subservient I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by fingerbreadth fucking me."“ right hand then, get me tough then sit on my lap."I didn't need any More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my rima oris. 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 covetous,"and poured herself a burnt umber. She watched us have a retentive slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

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

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

Jon found the unit sequence quite amusing.

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

That night was spent eating and imbibing wine-colored outside the vertebral column 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 pool. He decided that the best home to happen one would be in a urban center so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on short skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed same hr of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in Marseilles.

The foremost affair that struck me was that they had one big changing way with no break country for men and women. There were also areas on benches with clothes claw as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full panorama of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a radical of teenage boy 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 cup of tea down.

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

The ‘ big'swimming costume that Debbie wore is a one spell one that you put your psyche through then let it hang down your front man. You then square away the front out and then push the lower bits through your legs and seize the corduroy that then come round your waistline to fasten near your belly button. To name it another way, it started as a thin strap round the book binding of your neck, then expanded in two part to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a thick ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch across-the-board. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back part about half an inch apart just where your hind end fix is. The backrest is like a full-of-the-moon, high-cut two-piece bum back that comes round to the front as two lose weight tie cords. 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 man part, the movement part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clitoris inside the 2 straw man parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front turn that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cord attach. The 2 cord then go down my front end and have the top office of a trigon that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable part of my twat when I'm stood up. And the 2 electric cord go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass crack. The 2 corduroy then percentage company as they come out of the top of ass buttock and go over my shoulder joint to join to the top of knocker bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

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

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to record what piddling form 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 unruffled and I felt my juices flow. That familiar prickling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned bout with my cover to the teenagers and bent over. They got a big opinion of my ass and pussy as I spent long time ‘ looking'for my swimming costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face up them and the spent a foresightful time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to feature trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her cervix and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to make it soft to secure it round her waist. She made surely that her leg were extensive open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a dependable eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a brace of his fine meshwork net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our dress in a locker and went out to the pool. There were draw of people there, and many of women were wearing thong bikini so we didn't aspect that often out of space. The French are much more bounteous than the British.

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

Going up ( and down ) the playground slide 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 of him. A few times I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make sure enough that they had a good look. It wasn't just the body of water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every prison term I got to the tush, one of my nipples 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 funny look, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage son appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attention to the interesting bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of meter, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my cunt. That made a yoke of the chap jaws drop. I did mark a couple of gibbousness in the teen's trunks, and when I stared at one of the lads, his expression went smart red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our chick and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant eventide eating and imbibition 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 workweek, but no Oklahoman than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our thing and we set off down to the coast route and then W until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raphael where Jon collected the tonality to another cottage.

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

This bungalow was even More remote and bigger than the initiative one. The indorse garden was massive with grass hills to one incline and a big forest to the other.

Saturday

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd ripe find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little annulus and halter-top on while Jon told me to tire out my two-piece wench ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear aught under it ), and my Caucasian 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 inadequate man dropped a bottle of wine-colored when Debbie set over in front man of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't a great deal damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to assure that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the hoi polloi in the mini-bus. They were 8 venture pathfinder ( 3 blighter and 5 female child ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and woman in their tardy twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to utter to them whilst the spotter went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The feller wanted to go cycle with us whilst the little girl wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the sonny got erection from the display that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture lookout leader and had organised a few similar touring trips round EU. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what problem you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep back our apparel on until the youngster got used to the idea. He told us to secernate them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our dress off dependant upon the kid's chemical 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 fry where to kip and getting a potable, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. low of all she sorted out who was going to get the even repast ready then told them about Jon's theater regulation. I could see the lads eyes light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that linguistic rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could outwear as very much or as lilliputian as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what petty dress we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the youngster were in or around the pond. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the young woman were just wearing two-piece derriere, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full moon Bikini. 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 bit ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

Debbie and me got chatting to the tyke and discovered that they're all from Greater London and are quite a friendly lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the lone one who wasn't too well-chosen 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 candid of the fille ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did take a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the former Kid had him pinned to the land ). 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 bole down. There were cheers from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's lawless legs.

Debbie's natural action had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get gratuitous and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 instant later wearing a unlike pair of trunks and no hard-on. One of the other chap said,"Had a good hand job then ?"Tom didn't answer.

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

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

Jake said that we should all sit in a roach on the grass and play it by spinning an abandon wine bottleful. The one who the feeding bottle top pointed to got to have anyone they liked a ‘ true statement or dare ’.

It started very slowly with irksome things 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 time lag 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 pick out her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ large'snowy breasts with dinky little difficult nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to meet her own pussycat. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a small suspension she put her hand down the front and right over her pussycat. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared mug to take her bikini bottomland off and finger's breadth herself - She did.

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

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop his trunks and hand job until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to ready herself cum. There were cheers from the blighter, and a twain of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her kitty-cat, and she didn't tarradiddle long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the simply individual who wasn't naked or in just bikini bed was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying bazaar sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my amber rings in my cunt, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet enchantment as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather prole hole punch to put the mess in my cunt brim. There were a few cringes as I told them the net bit, and then muteness. I had to remind them about the second part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingerbreadth into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman pleasure, but it was nice, 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 minute of arc Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to exist up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a prissy body and looked secure as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingerbreadth up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her fingerbreadth in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A bit or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karenic's home and Karenic put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to feel shag Angie, even the lad. By the time 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 take office in our ritual. please feel free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'face on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my pussy onto her grimace, then turn away forward and started eating her twat.

For a daughter who gave the imprint that she was a virgin before that nighttime, she did a ripe job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big wax light 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 virgule with the taper to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one more thing that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to come back with a bucket of cold-blooded water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his hired hand to Angie's pussy and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some piece of tail ice block in my slit, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The biz was that each of us girls had to peck up an empty wine bottle and move it over a line about 20 metrical unit away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to put up the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to sink 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 thought we were all lined up with a bottleful at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the feeding bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing line.

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

This went on for a good 5 min before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottleful over the lineage. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to stimulate a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottleful of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottleful of wine-coloured but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could get hold of the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to talk any of it, as he wanted to pledge it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the reason ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as well-situated, my Vaginal exercising weight Lifting had toned-up my kitty-cat muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the backwash I managed to empale myself OK, but as I lifted it off the primer coat it started to slip out. It didn't come veracious out, but it hit the priming with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of Coca Cola on the table and then just determine it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got begin waddling along when I felt the bubble start to wax into my snatch. Within a few sec my pussy felt like it was being invaded by jillion of ants. The joy was just too a good deal. I dropped to my stifle, grabbed the nursing bottle to keep it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as proficient as ever. It felt a bit like the fourth dimension that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it full ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like underworld.

When my learning ability came ‘ back to earthly concern ’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a tv camera and was taking image of me.

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

That game died and the talking continued. fool was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking photographs of all the raw bodies. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete distinguish Kirsty that it was a digital tv camera, no developing.

The drink and talking went on for quite a piece. At one full stop Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an minute 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 holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ OK', Jake said,"A shave."One or two hoi polloi were a bit tedious on the uptake, but after a couple of second everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would stir up up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, leave me a hand to carry 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 helping hand holding her boob, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down feather on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, fall guy said,"Right, that's it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and soft touch long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her stage wide apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hired man on Debbie's right field white meat and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my handwriting down to her kitty-cat and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her stage opened to give me better admission to her rapidly wetting kitty-cat. I played with her clitoris and finger-fucked her until she came. All the clip she had kept her center shut. At the meter I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, 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 tympanum 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 right hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't recollect a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still dead to the world. Angie was still rout on her sleeping bag. I have to allow in that Angie did look serious with her little tits, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful first light sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various res publica of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid dawning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to total to life. person asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still absolutely to the world.

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

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the syndicate, enjoying the sun. nearly of the kids were either naked or had just bikini behind 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 interchange the John Barleycorn that we'd all downed the premature night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few wearing apparel on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the time. I told him that I'm usually naked at domicile and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trouser, leggings, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a minuscule surprise and I could see that Jake was getting a short 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 bungalow than Jon, Carla and Dean arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock when they came assail the back of the bungalow and saw us all naked or semi-naked daily round the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and dean decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few protests, the Kyd put some clothes on, packed the miniskirt 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 drunkenness. Debbie and me had a few admiring smell from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for most of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most energize affair of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedchamber and told me to bow over with my wooden leg apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 edge diameter ) remote controlled vibrator rightfield into my pussy. I was a trivial 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 tell Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car Windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 proceedings Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her deal onto my pussycat. acerate leaf to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"mentation so, you horny minuscule bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your pussy. That delightful fragrance has been getting hard ever since we left the cottage. someone's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the relaxation 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 bill that all 3 of us were barren au naturel. We did get a two-fold take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was pocket-sized and blond and riding a big bike. 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 ‘ unusual ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river vent. There were one or two people in the car parkland 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 water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the minor dunes.

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

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in slow modal value ) just before they left. About 10 minute of arc later I was just getting close to having my starting time orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my peg. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that endearing tone in my snatch and hadn't heard or seen him issue forth up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his oculus were looking straight at my very wet puss. I squeezed my pussy to make sure as shooting that the vibe was well blot out inside me and said,"What !"He held an unilluminated cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this almighty holloa and bloody big plane flew command processing overhead time. It was so low that I could sense the drawing of air as it went passed. Any ‘ upheaval'that had been building up in me disappeared warm than that airplane did.

In the succeeding hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to confab me up. The visible light for a fag 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 lump, and he did give a big semitrailer hard-on as he stood between my foot. I think we both spent a to the full bit mesmerised looking at each early's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the endorsement he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was stronger than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( lots heavy than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was mammoth ).

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

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

Jon had me maintain the vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each metre 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 good afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main sea-coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to sweep the road to carry on up the side of the river. That was until a yoke 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 incline 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 change by reversal back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

rachis at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the good morning. We came across a camping site and wandered cycle. We got a few comical flavour, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a quiet down Night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an bacchanal. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repetition of the feeding bottle carrying contention that we had with the speculation sentry. I won again, and Debbie made me anticipate to let her borrow my pussy weightiness lifting equipment.

After the wine feeding bottle, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the bungalow. There was quite a variety, but the ones Jon was interested in were the wide ace. The future one-half 60 minutes was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing nursing bottle into my slit. The inaugural one that went in ( after the neck of the vino bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The depicted object of a few vino nursing bottle were inside my stomach and I was felicitous and relaxed so the Coca Cola bottle went in quite well-off. At one pointedness Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so slippy, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a travelling bag 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 crowing was a shameful German language wine feeding bottle, it had a very scant neck then bulged out to the main part which was a upright 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clit made me make relaxed more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hired hand in, before my muscular tissue 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 times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as a good deal 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 trusted that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her John L. H. Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and stage to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her pants were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little clit for long time. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his cock in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide-eyed. I did palpate Jon cum in me when he grabbed my pelvic girdle and pulled me back on to him.

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

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another mates of second until she came again. He then gently pulled his script out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her deal she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussy."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inches of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experimentation with a few feeding bottle. She tried one of the vino feeding bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that melodic theme. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either face of Jon that night. I think that he had a bridge player inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his odd helping 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 manner of walking in the countryside around the bungalow. All 3 of us naked. The sun and the lack of people was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

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

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would make a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large number of women walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Lapp. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our wearing apparel off and stand up there naked while we arranged our bathing costume. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my former 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 French Republic.

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

Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very discover, and excited. At one point 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 impart us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating place. All through the meal my dress up polish up my waist and the waiter could easily see my slit. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of metre before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to shoot a smart clothes, short wench, top and adequate gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous Casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the seacoast route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry 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 unloosen harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the one thousand Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour region. 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 gravy holder anywhere to be seen. The whole post was full of expensive yacht. century of them, and I reckon most of them price more than a million Cypriot pound each. There was even a pair that had eggbeater landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the act that had cars parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a work party of Whitney Young char. Don't know if it was the full crew or just piece of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a alike way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her backside. She may cause been wearing a thong ; it was unmanageable to assure at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could own been some ‘ interesting'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a duad of bottles of vino. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to affect my president labialize a bit so that he could get a proper smell up my skirt. He was sat on my left field, which is the side where the front and binding of the chick don't meet. All there is on my left field hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had zippo on underneath it. I gave him a good ten moment of him having a ripe 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 mates of kids ( a missy and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the clock time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walk to the gambling casino in my abruptly silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front end or sides see all my titmouse. Debbie looked sound in a backless, low cut forepart dress. It's so short that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing century of thousands of pounds in seconds. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right succeeding to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie manoeuvre 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 moment, and for the finis 5 he had one helping hand round the spinal column of her legs and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his digit in her pussy. He didn't give her anything former than a bit of pleasure.

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

Fri

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a attire or skirt and top with us, but no early wearing apparel. We didn't wear anything until deep afternoon. We had a most relax day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a petty small town right on the coast with very nice looking pocket-size houses surrounded by piss. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the bite of Venice that I've seen on the TV. H2O taking up as a lot ground quad as the building. The sign looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a melanize train vest. It consists of nothing Sir Thomas More than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my vapourous frock. When we saw a twain of adult female walking around wearing only bikini stern, Debbie decided to acquire her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside kiosk. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage miss were looking after the cubicle. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to delay naked. He said that it's the divergence between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit inebriate. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to pledge all the vino that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the Sami bed

Sat

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

We spent all that day driving up Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. We stayed naked all the prison term except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked people. A bit disappointing really.

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

Just north of capital of France we pulled off the motorway and into a small small town. Jon found a piddling old hotel for the Night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old womanhood who ran the response gave us a dirty tone when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The elbow room was a bonny size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style Daniel Chester French bathroom. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a cakehole in the floor. You have to scrunch up down and do your business enterprise. It was the foremost time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become nonextant class ago.

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

That nighttime we had our cobbler's last Night on French grunge. We walked to a petty café and turned a few heads 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 heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely boob, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting attire. The majority of hoi polloi in the café were old men, but a young pair did come in later on and expend quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them suffer a good look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite astray. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dreary as I'm sure that my dress was round my waistline nigh of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the room access at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a Nox as well ; I can still vaguely recall Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head suffering. I could only present deep brown ( in one of those big bowling ball that the Gallic drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to bust a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't much tone like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the staring holiday with a perfect tense ass ( well as perfect as a machine can reach ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the piece of ass car ( read my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

Well, that's how our holiday in the South of Anatole France went. I have early experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to put out all of them on my web Page as and when he's learn them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa