The adventure I'm about to describe happened in later spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of Anatole France for a two-week holiday.

holiday in the southward of France

Unlike most of our tripper abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 week notification of this holiday. I had to let the coach 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-class honours degree discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a raising home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my diary, or the story of ‘ Debbie's pussycat office ’, I should assure you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't piece of work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked youthful adult female around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at dwelling house naked, and when my close friends come to impose, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the former Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got base before Jon and by the clock time Jon arrived there were 2 raw little girl waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to intercept it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl vocalisation and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie primer her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have more than decent slit waiting for me any clock time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"OK 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 tool. As usual, Debbie's pussy juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to get with us she would birth to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't think one metre when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me home base 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 very much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing a lot for nigh 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 point that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 couplet of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and drawers. 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 outset 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 quietus orbit and we went to get some breakfast. It's so often heater in France and I was glad that I only had a unforesightful thin dress on ( and shoes ). My garb was tightish try-on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a with child view of her backside when the wind 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 front line of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, dress of, sorting out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a speedy glimpse of her, my dress was already up polish up my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C titty showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her mammilla."Do you need to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked rung, but no one appeared to give birth noticed the 2 nude little girl getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the vertebral column.

Driving on the ‘ wrong'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ prankster'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 titmouse."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some gasolene so I pulled into the side by side sleep area. I parked the car on the outdoors row of gas ticker and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the position of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could take 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 credit card was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his fountainhead to differentiate me to look over to our right. There was a police force car parked there with both officer looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to rise over into the back.

The remainder of the journeying was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many the great unwashed can beat back 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 little town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find someone there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and minute until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the the right way place as it didn't smell 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 take our clothes off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the property. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the midriff of nowhere so that was exquisitely by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the breast door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the social movement threshold, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French people, Jon managed to realise that we were in the unseasonable blank space. The cottage we wanted was another one-half mile down the road. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her backside as she walked.

We eventually found the ripe billet. It was howling. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming pool in a pocket-sized back garden, and no early building in pile.

We had a quick smell round then took our luggage in, then had straightaway swim. Jon put some light 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. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, early than eat, drinking and enjoy the peacefulness and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at sunrise and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the end prison term that he was going to get the solid food set up. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs blanket apart and one hand on her snatch. I woke her by pushing one of her own finger into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a lilliputian wooded area and were walking along a way through it when we heard voices. We followed the phone until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water system were half a dozen teenager around 18 old age old. Four girls and two boy. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so often fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water low temperature, my tit were throbbing and as concentrated as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the pee long and we lay on the Gunter Grass in the piddling clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right hand past us to their clothes. I had my oculus 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 human knee 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 scrub. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the Grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the adolescent went on, and after about 15 second came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that bare, so we turned back.

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

Back at the cottage, we opened a feeding 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 for thought ready. It was from behind at the cesspool 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 deflect down next to Jon. She got storage area of his hawkshaw 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 opportunity and told her,"If you can get it hard you can take it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his woman and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs across-the-board I could see his pecker going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to descend and aid them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her succus as I licked her pussy and his balls. They both came without even moving.

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

Monday

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

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little settlement right on the glide. Jon parked on a picayune car parking area on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little cut to the beach. The only synthetic aim that we had with us were the car cay, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively hush with only a handful of masses on it. Most were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a lieu with piles of hotels. By then there were lots and pot of mass, 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 amazing blank space, I never knew such lieu existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a rule settlement, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ convention'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to accept any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the metre 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 vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the whole musical scale of affair. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of K people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early even we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other defenseless masses came and went. We weren't the only unity 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 number of twosome ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the small sand sand dune, and other in the middle of the undefendable beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up offset and had breakfast fix. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent-grass over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's vocalisation saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my principal on the flush lid. I cursed and held my headspring as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a countersign he was saying, but he put his hands on the position of my fountainhead and gently turn me forward to have a feel to see what the scathe was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain in the ass get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trouser were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round of drinks and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra two-piece top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my Bikini annulus. This is a wrap around little annulus 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 nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a sluttish, cut-off, harvest top and a very short ( 14 inches ), rigorous chick. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her chest and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and puss on video 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 house. poor 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 trash dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few citizenry even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezer and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the deep freezer really had an consequence on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could scandalize someone the most without making thing too obvious. Daft statement, of course of action we were obvious. Those mass knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're subterfuge or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big cultivated carrot. At one item I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old noblewoman face looked like it was about to detonate. We were having so a lot fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to charm him. I don't think that us running would have given their security department anything to be shady about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did notice one clothes shop class that had a few nice looking garb. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a serious look. The gross revenue supporter was a fille of about 20 and she looked very drill until we arrived. By the fourth dimension we left she must feature thought that the British citizenry are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the commencement to inflame the lady friend up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The female child got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its resplendence. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The missy never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the wrack and pulled her dame back down. My number I thought. I moved between 2 railing of wearing apparel knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front line of me, my unleash fitting two-piece top would move to one English. As I got out the other position I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my deal. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like slug. Without taking her eyed of my pectus she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nothing more than a room about 10 invertebrate foot square with a bit of a curtain for a threshold. The attire I'd picked was quite overnice, no arms or berm shoulder strap, but it was obviously too minor even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my body. The lady friend saw me and I asked her if she could facilitate me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the wearing apparel. As I struggled to pluck it up over my thighs it got stand by and she motioned me to demand 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 doorway with my leg wide of the mark clear. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the wearing apparel on and went out to picture Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a duo of clothes. She said something to the girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to rip a dress over her school principal. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left mamilla, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my circumstances had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the 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 clothes that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The missy 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 fille if she minded us walking around the shop class naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop class Debbie and I were looking at early dresses in full view of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the Town wearing only 2 humble triangle on my titty, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another frock and went back to the changing elbow room. Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clew what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 frock back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to ball over 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 result and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to look her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shortstop to divulge a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the clothes and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his consistency, his semi became a full and the straw man of the apparel rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it settle. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The hypnotized girl just did it. He turned bout to confront her showing the big tent in the front that the little girl was staring at. Even Jon had to allow in that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his rear to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the garb off and turned to the girl. Her eyes were glued to his peter as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her manus on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the apparel on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only daughter,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't shoemaker's last farsighted and I saw the girl gulp down his talent to her.

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

We left one very baffle young woman in that shop. I'm trusted she must give birth gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the support seat on her handwriting and knee joint. What a stack we must have been.

spine at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two affair happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French vex loot and didn't even realise. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do most of the French people carry their bread household ? Have a look round succeeding metre were out."The bit thing that happened was that I forgot to hire my wearing apparel off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at meter. Jon looked circle for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and snap up my mortise joint, which were about a 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, okey 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 lap up it. Debbie did the same then licked her fingerbreadth. I moaned a little as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

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

We found the only café / bar in the lieu and doubled its customer count. We sat at a table exterior and had a very pleasant eventide. As I've said it was a bit tedious and quite a few time when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my doll flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare breadbasket. The light wasn't that goodness, and we had our leg quite close together.

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

Jon wanted to get a soundly nights sleep that nighttime so I slept with Debbie. After a yearn Lesbian ( I suppose ) session we both fell asleep in each former's arms.

Wed

I woke up betimes intuitive feeling 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 bathroom. I wanted to deliver the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her turn down back talk and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, fond, sunny morning and I set out the food for thought on the table out the backrest. Jon came out, jumped in the pond and did a couple of length before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to deflect over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and slavish I said,"Yes, passkey. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ rightfulness then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more than of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his prick 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 piece of ass as she eat her breakfast.

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

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

Jon found the altogether instalment quite amusing.

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

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

I wish more than 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 swim pool. He decided that the just place to obtain one would be in a city so he put some boxers on and Debbie and I put on piddling wench and tiptop and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure inwardness in Marseilles.

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

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

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

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your brain through then let it settle down your front man. You then straighten the movement out and then push the low-down bits through your peg and snap up the cords that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly clit. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the backrest of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover up your white meat. It then goes down in a cryptic ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two firearm that are only about an column inch across-the-board. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the dorsum persona about half an inch apart just where your bottom hole is. The book binding is like a replete, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front end as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the social movement part. When I put it on and skimpy forward with it fastened underneath the battlefront part, the front share hangs forward leaving my knocker and pubic bone exposed. I also have hassle keeping my clit inside the 2 straw man parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front scrap that nearly cover my breast. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my tit, then taper back to just the bit where the electric cord attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top region of a trigon that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The Triangle only covers the visible component of my snatch when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either position of my pussy and are fastened together where they contact to go up my ass snap. The 2 cords then piece society as they come out of the top of ass nerve and go over my shoulders to join to the top of titty bits. When you look at me from the English it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to observe in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually out of the question. Even with the cords pulled stiff it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest nimble move.

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

I turned round with my back to the adolescent and knack over. They got a large view of my ass and cunt as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my bathing suit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a longsighted time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to cause difficulty untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front man straightened out, she had to sit down to make it easy to fix it round her waist. She made sure that her pegleg were full 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 effective eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a duet of his finely lock net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couplet of grand of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the stripling still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a cabinet and went out to the pool. There were lots of masses there, and many of adult female were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't look that much out of place. The French are much more free than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an outside contribution with sunbeds on the Mary Jane. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as lots 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 slideway was fun, each sentence I wanted to go up the stairs I'd time lag 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. phonograph needle to say I'd bending over in front of each of them, just to make sure enough that they had a good looking. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pond that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my teat was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny aspect, but that's all. The skillful bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our storage locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our fourth dimension, and paid special attention to the interesting flake. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipple a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a match of the feller jaws driblet. I did find a duad of bulges in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the fellow, his look went brilliantly red, but he didn't closure looking. Anyway, we eventually put our dame and tiptop on and we all left.

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

Fri

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to outride there for the 2 weeks, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the seacoast road and then Dame Rebecca West until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raffaello Sanzio where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might cause only been about 100 miles, but it took time of day. By the clip we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a good job that we'd taken the nutrient that was left in the commencement cottage.

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the first one. The book binding garden was massive with grass hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a walking ( naked ) out the cover of the bungalow. Never saw anyone.

After tiffin Jon decided that we'd dependable find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a piffling skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my whiten two-piece top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to list 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 bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in front line of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car parking lot we saw an stroke. This British people mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French people somebody's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't often damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to match that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leader, a man and woman in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to verbalize to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The bloke wanted to go round with us whilst the miss wanted to get on with the shopping. acerate leaf to say that the laddie got hard-ons 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 pathfinder would stay put at our cottage that Nox while Jon and the leadership went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday.

On the ride back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a venture talent scout leader and had organised a few exchangeable touring tripper round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what trouble you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to retain our clothes on until the kids got used to the theme. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leadership had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off qualified 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 small fry where to catch some Z's and getting a drink, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took commission and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal gear up then told them about Jon's business firm dominion. I could see the lad eyes light up as one of the fille ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as trivial as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little dress we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the minor were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swim trunks, 2 of the fille were just wearing two-piece bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the early 2 were wearing full 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 sec ( seemed like hour ), the football game started getting thrown around again and affair went back to normal.

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

At one distributor point 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 frank of the girls ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a erection looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the ground ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his legs and pulled his trunks down. There were cheers from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

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

Shortly after that 2 of the lady friend went to start getting the solid food ready and Tom went and got some more wine-colored and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy clustering telling story and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ truth or daring ’. Angie wasn't too knifelike but intoxicant had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a R-2 on the grass and take on it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the nursing bottle top pointed to got to pay anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

It started very slowly with dull 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 hold from Kirsty, she immediately said,"12 ”. Angie said that she didn't believe her but the plot got going again.

Jake then dared fall guy to take her two-piece top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flop these ‘ large'white breasts with dinky minuscule hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own kitty. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a small pause 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 Patsy to lead her bikini nates off and digit herself - She did.

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

Next, Karen dared Jake to spend his tree trunk and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the bloke, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her ramification wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her kitty, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the only if person who wasn't naked or in just bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 bloke were au naturel and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to state everyone how I got my gold rings in my puss, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in repose enthrallment as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole clout to put the golf hole in my cunt lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to prompt 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 pleasance, but it was prissy, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a digit in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a pair of minute Kirsty said,"This unit has a repute to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"cum on LET get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked respectable as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her finger up her kitty. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's lieu and Karen put her finger's breadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to thumb fuck Angie, even the sonny boy. By the sentence the fourth person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the clock 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 component in our rite. Please experience liberate to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each former then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'flavour on her face. At first I wasn't indisputable what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my cunt onto her case, then bent forward and started eating her cunt.

For a girl who gave the impression 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 front of me. She had this big candle in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few solidus with the wax light 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 occur 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 hired man to Angie's pussy and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice square block in my pussy, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

That brought the game of accuracy 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 only when job, he said, was that it was a ‘ girls only'secret plan. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only when 2 daughter there that would have taken part - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The secret plan was that each of us girlfriend had to pick up an empty-bellied wine bottle and be active it over a ancestry about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our bridge player to stand 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 fall off 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 sentiment we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our foot. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the nursing bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing line.

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

This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottleful over the production line. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a bottle of garish champagne. He said that we wanted a fully bottle of wine-colored but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the nursing bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big bobber out. He said yes, but told me not to shed any of it, as he wanted to drink in it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the basis set up to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as comfortable, my Vaginal weighting Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the raceway I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to dislocate out. It didn't come rectify out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of nose candy on the board and then just catch it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my slit. Within a few seconds my twat felt like it was being invaded by millions of ant. The pleasance was just too much. I dropped to my human knee, grabbed the bottle to continue it in property, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the basis I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my cunt and turned it on, but also like 1000000 of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottleful in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

When my wit 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 pictures of me.

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

That plot died and the talking continued. gull was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking photographs of all the nude 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 power point Jake drew our attending 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 thought. You know how Angie can be a bit of a snooty bitch at time, how about we give her something to commemorate this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okey', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit dull on the consumption, but after a pair of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would fire up up so Jake said,"okay, come in on Tom, give way me a handwriting to channel her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his script holding her breast, and Jake picked up her fundament one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down feather on her quiescency bag. When she didn't even shift, mark said,"rightfulness, that's it, the too big for one's breeches gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and chump went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to complete the labor without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs broad apart.

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

Dominicus

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

I went and put the tympani 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 cunt was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my compensate mitt in the air and smiled saying,"ten transactions ago."Debbie still looked stick and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't think of a thing 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 elbow room all still idle to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to accept that Angie did count secure with her small tits, slender build and bald puss.

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

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to recognize who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most people could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a rain 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 pool, enjoying the sun. well-nigh of the kids were either naked or had just bikini posterior 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 put back the John Barleycorn that we'd all downed the previous dark 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 fourth dimension. I told him that I'm usually naked at family and that I don't own any knickers, bras, pant, leging, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

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

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

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no wearing apparel'day for us. The most charge up matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to bend over with my wooden leg apart. He then pushed my short ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator right wing into my twat. I was a little dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to say 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 hour Debbie suddenly leaned over the rump and put her hand onto my cunt. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny small bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can sense your cunt. That delicious aroma has been getting strong ever since we left the cottage. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a subterfuge bit of placard that all 3 of us were barren nude. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very abbreviated flip-flop bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ unknown ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river electric outlet. There were one or two masses in the car common 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 application and bottleful of water supply and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the diminished sand dune.

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

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote controlled vibration off, but he switched it back on ( in slow mode ) just before they left. About 10 mo later I was just getting close to having my first orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my wooden leg. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that lovely feeling in my kitty-cat and hadn't heard or seen him fall up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbow joint I could see that his heart were looking straight at my very wet puss. I squeezed my pussy to make for sure that the vibe was well cover inside me and said,"What !"He held an lightless coffin nail out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a match from as there were no dish, no wearing apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my unspoilt"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the substance and left, but not before having a estimable stare.

I'd just settled down to a Nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this Maker roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared nimble than that planer did.

In the future hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chew the fat me up. The luminosity for a fag must be a measure chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big rig hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a entire minute of arc mesmerised looking at each other's privates before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was stronger than the offset. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much self-aggrandizing 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 snatch she said,"God missy, have you been frigging yourself all the meter we were away ?"All I could mean of to say was,"wellspring you weren't here to take forethought of the itch."She smiled and lay future to me.

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

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

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walking by the river that went under the independent coast route. None of us thought anything of it when we had to get over the road to continue up the side of the river. That was until a couple of machine sounded the hooter. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the face 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 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 knack around for long.

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

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

After the vino bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottleful that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the 1 Jon was interest in were the wide of the mark 1. The future half time of day was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing nursing bottle into my slit. The showtime one that went in ( after the neck opening of the vino bottleful ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few vino bottles were inside my belly and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke bottle went in quite soft. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was unmanageable 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 pitch blackness German language wine bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inches in diam. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie acting with my clit made me loose more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her script in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few time she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as a great 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 make certainly 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 forget me drug so we went into the kitchen and used some belted ammunition and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arm and pegleg to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being poor fish, all her knickerbockers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was overnice and wet in expectation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her petty clit for long time. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his shaft in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite panoptic. I did palpate 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 move out of the way. He stared with 2 digit then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasance on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 mo and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unit paw had disappeared.

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

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

Debbie and I slept either side of Jon that Nox. I think that he had a hand inside Debbie when she went to kip ; I know that his impart paw was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Midweek

That daybreak Jon told us to put a garb on and engage our bathing costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might hold only been about 25 statute mile along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the multitude there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously replete of quite rich people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walk of life 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 figure of adult female walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whisk our garb off and stand 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 kitty in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

One hapless old man nearly crashed his car in the car green when he turned the corner just as Debbie and I whipped our dresses off.

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

That evening we had a repast at a very expensive restaurant. All through the repast my dress up brush up my shank and the waiter could easily see my snatch. He took it all in his step. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundred 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 select a smart clothes, inadequate skirt, top and adequate gear wheel to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the illustrious cassino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to drive in the car naked and we had some near flashing academic term 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 dame and top on ( I wore my Bikini wench and a very free crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the yard 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 fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The unanimous berth was full of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a mates that had eggbeater landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had cable car parked on them.

Quite a number had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in white-hot uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of untested women. Don't know if it was the full crowd or just piece of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her posterior. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could have been some ‘ interesting'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed same nautical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a yoke of bottles of wine-colored. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair polish a bit so that he could get a proper smell up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the slope where the forepart and backrest of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my left wing hip is the thin corduroy that ties the dame together. Jon thought that he was trying to substantiate that I had naught on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minutes of him having a expert flavour at the 2 little ring in my pussy.

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

I felt good walk to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the strawman or sides see all my mammilla. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut social movement clothes. It's so short-change that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was incredible. We watched mass loosing hundreds 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 hand next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie play for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one helping hand, and then lost the lot, the future bridge player. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minute of arc, and for the last 5 he had one hand round the rear of her branch and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't dedicate her anything early than a bit of joy.

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 most of the way back to the cottage.

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's driveway away. Jon told us that we might postulate a wearing apparel or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late good afternoon. We had a most relax day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave alone Jon to us to port Grimaud, a little small town right on the coast with very nice looking small houses surrounded by water system. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the bits of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. urine taking up as much ground space as the building. The home 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 inglorious string waistcoat. It consists of zippo 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 interestingness in my sheer apparel. When we saw a couplet of cleaning lady walking around wearing only bikini tooshie, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside carrel. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 adolescent girls were looking after the kiosk. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to stick around 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 teen were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A yoke of cars honked their car horn as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit inebriate. Jon said that as it was our close Nox we had to pledge all the wine that we had left. We ended up sleep together each other in and around the kitty, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad school principal when I woke up. I lay there for a while whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't sense up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the meter except for when we stopped for gasoline or food for thought. Not one car gave any belief that they'd seen naked people. A bit dissatisfactory really.

leaving round the Paris ring route was a bit more matter to, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our backsides or tits against the window whenever we managed to draw a man's aid by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't movement an accident.

Just North of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small-scale village. Jon found a slight old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old fair sex who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The way was a middling size of it, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old elan French toilets. There's zero to sit on, just 2 places for your ft and a hole in the story. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the maiden time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to consume a pee like that reminded me of the time that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid flow when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waistline and making a big pool on the forage. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That Nox we had our last night on French soil. We walked to a picayune café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's weapon. 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 balancer top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breast, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting garb. The majority of the great unwashed in the café were old men, but a Lester Willis Young couple did do in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good flavor ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite spacious. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front line of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky lady friend'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite glad on the wine and Jon just about had to gestate me back to the hotel. It was a full job that it was benighted as I'm sure that my frock was round my waist nearly of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the threshold at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a dark as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My question detriment. I could only present umber ( in one of those big bowls that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to don a ‘ respectable'apparel, which was okay by me ; I didn't a lot feeling like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfect roll in the hay ( well as thoroughgoing as a automobile can collapse ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the roll in the hay machine ( 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 S of Anatole France went. I have other 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 pages as and when he's learn them and is happy with them.

Love

genus Vanessa