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

vacation in the South of France

Unlike most of our head trip abroad when Jon doesn't say me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hour before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks observation of this vacation. I had to let the manager of the Hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the little girl that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could come with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a cosmetic surgery home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's Pussy superpower ’, I should state you that at an betimes 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 work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked Brigham 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 riot ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many meter 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 time at home naked, and when my close protagonist come to impose, they are usually naked within transactions of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent virtually of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the metre Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to service his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being superfluous 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 raw ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his putz. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets nursing home as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her petty girl vocalization and asked him. At world-class Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie primer coat her hind end down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any conflict missy, you know that I have more than plenty pussy 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,"okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to cleanse up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his cock Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to descend with us she would accept 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 recollect one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me plate and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really bear much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did load 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 twain of bloomers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my gradation ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bra and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and tug down to capital of Delaware. It was a night ferrying crossing and we were all too tired to let any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few 60 minutes that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tolbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a repose area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short thin dress on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a neat position of her backside when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the commode and then back to the car. Jon was in front line of us and just as he unlocked the threshold he turned to us and said,"right, this is where it starts, apparel of, sorting out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick glimpse of her, my dress was already up round my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the saucy, warm up French people air on her nipples."Do you desire to take ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side of meat and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to throw noticed the 2 naked little girl getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-fixed in the vertebral column.

driving on the ‘ wrong'slope of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a dyad of car 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 mamilla."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next residual arena. I parked the car on the external row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fulfil the car without being seen. well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tankful was full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his promontory to recount me to see over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the state highway. When he got back, Jon opened the device driver's door and told me to climb up over into the back.

The rest of the journeying was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can drive and take the air 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 minuscule Town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to chance person there. The seat 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 rest at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the veracious place as it didn't looking at 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 apparel 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 fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very pathetic French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong spot. The bungalow 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 arse as she walked.

We eventually found the right place. It was howling. Four bedrooms, its own small swimming pocket billiards in a small back garden, and no other building in view.

We had a quick look round then took our luggage in, then had agile swim. Jon put some unawares on and told us that he was going to obtain a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with payload of food and wine-colored. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, deglutition and enjoy the public security and placidity. We all slept in fall apart beds that night.

Lord's Day

Jon was up at break of the day and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last time that he was going to get the food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her gone on top of her bed with her wooden leg wide apart and one handwriting on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on ( Jon said that shoes don't reckoning ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a way of life through it when we heard phonation. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water system were half a XII adolescent around 18 years old. Four female child and two male child. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a good deal fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water low temperature, my nipples were throbbing and as grueling as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the grass in the trivial clearing to get dry and affectionate up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked veracious past times us to their clothes. I had my eye shut, but I could palpate the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my human knee and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the bushes. He must get come back to look on us. Debbie just lay on the Mary Jane and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same way that the teen went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air through that naked, so we turned back.

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

Back at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very loosen 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 cesspit as I washed the kale. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the star topology, Debbie got up and bent down next to Jon. She got cargo hold of his cock and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my twat is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an chance and told her,"If you can get it hard you can hold it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his cleaning lady and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her branch astray I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to number and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her snatch and his glob. 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 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 clothes, not even swimsuits ( I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in populace ).

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car Mungo Park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little running to the beach. The only man-made objects that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's billfold.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of hoi polloi on it. Most were naked. We walked Benjamin West ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a stead with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and great deal of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ hamlet ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist haunt. What an amazing piazza, I never knew such spot existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ formula'village, but no one was wearing a matter. 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-time. 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 unhurt graduated table of things. I was a bit, there must make been a twosome of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the piazza, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early even we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of solid food and some vino. A number of early au naturel the great unwashed came and went. We weren't the lone one who didn't hassle getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left wing. As we got further on we saw a numeral of mates ( every compounding of sexual activity ) making out, some in the small sand sand dune, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got saturnine we headed back and beat back back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the sleep of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's vocalization saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my oral sex as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a intelligence he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently twist me forward to have a feel to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the painfulness get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my oral sex anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye physical contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That forenoon we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra Bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrap around little doll that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in piazza by a corduroy leaving a gap of about 4 inch ( usually on my rightfield hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nix on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short circuit ( 14 inches ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a minuscule bit the top went up over her boob and the chick 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 kit and we set off. We parked at the side of the route and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due deference to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their apprehension. And we did. We spent long time bending over the freezer and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The frigidity of the freezers really had an effect on my teat. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft instruction, of grade we were obvious. Those multitude knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupe. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big Daucus carota sativa. At one breaker point 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 explode. We were having so much 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 wary about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could receive hidden anything. fountainhead maybe one place…..

We did come up one clothes shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better expression. The sales event assistant was a female child of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the fourth dimension we left she must consume thought that the British people people are all exhibitionistic testicle. Some of us are !

Debbie was the number one to wake the lady friend up. She dropped a attire on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girls got a prospicient eyeful of Debbie's kitty-cat in all its resplendence. As Debbie stood up she turned to the young lady and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussycat. Debbie put the wearing apparel back on the rack and pulled her doll back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of wearing apparel knowing total well that as I brushed past the one in movement of me, my loose fitting two-piece top would go to one side. As I got out the other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the apparel in my mitt. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my teat went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing elbow room was zip more than a room about 10 feet square with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite decent, no arms or articulatio humeri straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a second before going out into the shop holding the dress to insure my body. The female child saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked battlefront. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the attire. As I struggled to deplumate it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my legs wide open. She saw my kitty-cat rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to evidence Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a distich of dress. She said something to the female child and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a apparel over her pass. When her implements of war were up in the air I pinched her left tit, which made her squall a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the young woman who didn't know where to look.

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

Out in the workshop Debbie and I were looking at former clothes 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 townsfolk wearing only 2 small triangles on my white meat, and a dame that when opened up is only 20 in by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing way. Jon was still talking to the lady friend who hadn't a clew what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd looking good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the missy 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 response and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The young lady looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to front her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his short circuit to reveal a articulated lorry hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his promontory. By the time it slithered down his body, his trailer truck became a wide and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his hawkshaw and let it light. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The spellbound female child just did it. He turned daily round to face her showing the big collapsible shelter in the front that the daughter was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right field derriere and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a bit or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his backrest to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the young lady. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her rima oris. Debbie put her hired hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the garb on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only fille,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last hanker and I saw the girl gulp down his giving to her.

The young woman stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her justly hand started on her snatch ( she wasn't wearing any pants ). No sooner that she'd started the buzzer 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 discomfited girl in that shop. I'm for certain she must own gone in the rear when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to point 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 dorsum rear end on her hands and human knee. What a sight we must have got been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French nonplus breads and didn't even realise. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit lucre'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the lucre and said,"How do most of the French people carry their kale home base ? Have a smell round following fourth dimension were out."The minute matter that happened was that I forgot to take my wearing apparel off as soon as I got into the bungalow. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked troll for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my articulatio talocruralis, which were about a animal 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 ground, 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 pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the route until we came to that little Greenwich Village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a slight cotton plant ‘ A'bird ( Jon's pick, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thinly cotton fiber ‘ A'chick and the craw top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the post and doubled its client reckoning. We sat at a defer outside and had a very pleasant eve. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairman, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would birth seen was our bare tum. The light wasn't that ripe, and we had our legs quite close together.

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

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

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very happy and sexy, to retrieve Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful coming when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to regress the accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up ready. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her broken lips and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, warm, gay good morning and I set out the intellectual nourishment on the tabular array out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the consortium and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee tree he told me to bend over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this break of the day haven't you ?"Feeling a bit shamefaced and slavish I said,"Yes, original. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right 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 peter 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 green-eyed,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a farseeing dull fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very unstrain day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's visit there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear 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 go on stopping either to debar having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have one.

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

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

The only article of clothing that we took with us ( and it wasn't really clothing ) was a towel each. I hate to suppose what would possess 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 populace swim pool. He decided that the honorable post to find one would be in a city so he put some shortstop on and Debbie and I put on lilliputian skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure inwardness in Marseille.

The low thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no classify areas for men and women. There were also areas on work bench with clothes come-on as well as little changing carrell. It looked like some people got changed in wax view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

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

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it lessen down your front. You then straighten the front end out and then crowd the lower turn through your stage and take hold of the corduroys that then come fill out your waist to fasten near your belly clit. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the back of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to cut across your breast. It then goes down in a inscrutable ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two small-arm that are only about an in wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back region about half an inch apart just where your arse golf hole is. The rachis is like a full, high-cut Bikini backside back that comes round to the front as two sparse tie cord. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front theatrical role. When I put it on and angle forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have hassle keeping my clitoris inside the 2 movement parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front moment that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually zip, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front line and have the top persona of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The trilateral only covers the seeable part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroys go either slope of my twat and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass offer. The 2 cords then percentage ship's company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my articulatio humeri to join to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the corduroys pulled blotto it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest quickly move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show up what little flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my annulus whilst facing them, they all went unruffled and I felt my juice flow. That familiar spirit tingling in my pussycat was making me feel good.

I turned rung with my backrest to the teenagers and hang over. They got a big vista of my ass and pussy as I spent long time ‘ looking'for my swimwear in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to look them and the spent a long clip untangling it before stepping into it.

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

Jon was naked facing a lady friend about my age who was getting a effective eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his ticket operate net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a pair 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 kitty. There were lots of citizenry there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't look that lots out of situation. The French are much more bounteous than the British.

The pool is quite big with slide and a wave automobile. There's an outside parting with sunbeds on the green goddess. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage male child and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the remainder between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the Brits swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really palpate their eyes staring at my pussy. acerate leaf to say I'd twist over in front of each of them, just to take a shit sure that they had a commodity aspect. It wasn't just the water system from the swimming pocket billiards that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every clock time I got to the tooshie, one of my pap 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 rain shower naked. We got a duo of comical smell, but that's all. The just bit was getting dried. The Lapp group of teenage son appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our cabinet. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid peculiar attending to the occupy bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my mammilla a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a dyad of the laddie jaws drop. I did discover a duo of jut in the stripling's short pants, and when I stared at one of the gent, his face went brilliantly red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our wench and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening 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 continue there for the 2 workweek, but no Oklahoman than we'd had breakfast he told us to tamp our things and we set off down to the coast road and then W until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a spot called St Raphael where Jon collected the winder to another cottage.

The journey might give only been about 100 sea mile, but it took hours. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a trade good job that we'd taken the intellectual nourishment that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the maiden one. The backward garden was monumental with grass Alfred Hawthorne to one side and a big woodwind instrument to the other.

Saturday

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear down my bikini chick ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear goose egg under it ), and my white two-piece top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to run forward a minuscule 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 pitiable man dropped a bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in straw man of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car parking lot we saw an stroke. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French people someone's car as it reversed out of a parking blank. There wasn't much scathe but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 daughter ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and adult female in their late twenty. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the spotter went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the lookout, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. needle to say that the lads got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

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

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

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our apparel off qualified upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to slumber and getting a drink, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. start of all she sorted out who was going to get the eve meal cook then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the lads eyes light up as one of the young woman ( Angie ) said,"I hope that normal 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 a good deal or as slight as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what piffling clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the young lady were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a lash two-piece, 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 seconds ( seemed like hr ), the football started getting thrown around again and things 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 only one who wasn't too well-chosen about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one detail some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most free-spoken of the missy ) 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 hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other nipper 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 cheerfulness from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

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

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to start getting the solid food ready and Tom went and got some more than vino and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous lot telling level and laugh when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too exquisite but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass and play it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to turn over anyone they liked a ‘ Sojourner Truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared Patsy to take her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ large'white breast with dinky short grueling nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to partake her own puss. When she touched herself outside her bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little pause she put her deal down the front and right over her kitty-cat. 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 adopt her bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

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

Next, Karenic dared Jake to overlook his trunks and hand job until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the blighter, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs broad and started frigging. There was secretiveness as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini backside was Angie. All 3 chap were bare and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold ringing in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 feet from the earth, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather worker hole poke to put the hole in my snatch brim. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then secrecy. I had to remind them about the second persona of the daring, and Tom wasted no clock time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a char pleasure, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a fingerbreadth in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a duo of transactions Kirsty said,"This building block has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"cum on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a Nice trunk and looked good as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her digit up her twat. 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 place and Karen put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in spell to feel nookie Angie, even the lads. By the time the fourth individual was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our horde we would be honoured if you would take office in our ritual. delight feel free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each early then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'look on her human face. At first I wasn't certainly what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either incline of her head and lowered my pussy onto her face, then turn away forward and started eating her puss.

For a girlfriend who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that Nox, 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 candela in her handwriting. 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 accident with the candle to make Angie cum.

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

That brought the secret plan of Sojourner Truth or dare to an end and we all just sat there in secretiveness for a while before we started drinking and talking again.

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an musical theme for another game. The solitary trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ young lady only'secret plan. When Jake described the secret plan it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 daughter there that would own taken region - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more fashion than one.

The game was that each of us female child had to pick up an empty wine bottle and move it over a bloodline about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to fend the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussycat, but it took a moment or so for it to slump in with the others. When it did, there were a few remark like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall down out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing cable.

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

This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the 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 cottage and came back with a bottle of loud Champagne-Ardenne. He said that we wanted a full nursing bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the feeding bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could demand the wire and the big phellem out. He said yes, but told me not to pour forth any of it, as he wanted to booze it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the reason ready to set forth. I knew that it wasn't going to be as slowly, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the subspecies I managed to impale myself hunky-dory, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't amount rectify out, but it hit the primer coat with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an undetermined can of blow on the mesa and then just catch it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the nursing bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to rise into my pussy. Within a few instant my pussy felt like it was being invaded by million of ants. The pleasance was just too much. I dropped to my knee joint, grabbed the bottle to keep it in plaza, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as beneficial 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 ant were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it safe ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like Scheol.

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

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

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

The crapulence and talking went on for quite a while. At one decimal point Jake drew our care to Angie who had drunk so a lot that she'd passed out on one of the chairman. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an approximation. You know how Angie can be a bit of a persnickety squawk at clip, how about we give her something to think this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okeh', Jake said,"A shave."One or two the great unwashed were a bit slow on the consumption, but after a couple of proceedings everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would ignite up so Jake said,"O.K., come on Tom, gift 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 one-half from behind her with his work force holding her boob, and Jake picked up her keister one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her quiescence bag. When she didn't even stir, mug said,"right wing, that's it, the uppish gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and gull long to complete the labor without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her ramification wide apart.

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

Lord's Day

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's right breast and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my handwriting down to her twat and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to grant me expert access code 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 meter I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the present 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 kettle on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my in good order hired hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten bit ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a matter about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still dead to the world. Angie was still spreadeagle on her sleeping bag. I have to hold that Angie did front unspoiled with her lowly boob, slender figure and bald pussycat.

I went and got a umber and sat outside in the beautiful break of day sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come 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 dead to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to have it away who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most people could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the 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. about of the kids were either bare or had just bikini stern or proboscis on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the booze that we'd all downed the previous 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 home and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trousers, leging, leotards or trunks. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a minuscule surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a petty aroused.

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

No Oklahoman 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 jar when they came snipe the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked cycle the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

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

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

Mon

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to bow over with my wooden leg apart. He then pushed my trivial ( 2 inches long by 1 in diam ) remote control controlled vibrator right into my twat. I was a piddling 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 recite Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minute of arc Debbie suddenly leaned over the fanny and put her hand onto my cunt. Needless to say her script got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny trivial bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell out your pussy. That delicious odor has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the eternal sleep of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of dealings on the route and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a screen bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark naked. We did get a three-fold proceeds from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was humble and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief G-string two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two hoi polloi in the car parking lot 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 feeding bottle of piddle and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small sand dune.

After about an 60 minutes 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 extensive apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubitus I could see that his eye were looking straight at my very wet kitty. I squeezed my pussycat to realise surely that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a mate from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my ripe"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left field, 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 boom and bloody big aeroplane flew operating expense. It was so low that I could sense the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that woodworking plane did.

In the adjacent hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to natter me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up course down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a lump, and he did take a big trailer truck hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a good minute mesmerised looking at each former's genitals before he finally left. I was gladiola that he did because the second he left I had my indorsement orgasm of the day, and it was stronger than the inaugural. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big gumshoe ( lots bigger 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 slit she said,"God girl, have you been frigging yourself all the clip we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"wellspring you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

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

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

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main glide road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to bilk the route to continue up the position of the river. That was until a distich of cars sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a motion on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

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

dorsum at the beach we walked the opponent way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a camping site and wandered round. We got a few funny look, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a tranquil Night round the consortium. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each former. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottleful carrying competition that we had with the speculation Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her take over my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine 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 across-the-board one. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the wine feeding bottle ) was a nose candy nursing bottle. The subject matter of a few wine bottle were inside my abdomen and I was happy and relaxed so the nose candy bottle went in quite easy. 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 tricky, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and rack it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black German wine bottle, it had a very short-change neck then bulged out to the independent theatrical role which was a good 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clitoris made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my muscleman 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 practically 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 sure that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some rap and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knee pants to gag her. Jon told me to break being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in expectancy, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my oral cavity and played with her lilliputian clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his putz in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite encompassing. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my pelvis and pulled me back on to him.

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

Wanting to make the nearly of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't point when she came, but went on for another couplet of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and order me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her manpower 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 slit."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 experiment with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine nursing 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 incline of Jon that Night. I think that he had a hired hand inside Debbie when she went to slumber ; I know that his left 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 walking in the countryside around the cottage. All 3 of us nude. The sun and the lack of mass was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full 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 along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large act of 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 track it was easiest to pip our apparel off and stand there naked while we arranged our bathing costume. I wore my slingshot swimsuit and Debbie wore my early swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

One poor old man nearly crashed his car in the car park 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 point a officer came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was grant us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice ointment at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian interbreeding.

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

Thursday

Th was another day for travelling. Jon took us to four-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a ache garb, curtly annulus, top and plenty gear to pull in ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the noted Casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hr to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a chick and top on ( I wore my bikini annulus and a very liberate crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the yard Prix circumference and told us to go for a walk round the harbour country. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a sportfishing boat anywhere to be seen. The altogether plaza was full of expensive yachts. century of them, and I reckon almost of them price more than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing digs on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost numeration of the number that had cars parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don't know if it was the replete work party or just role of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a alike way to Debbie and me. One of them bent-grass over and I saw all her bum. She may hold been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to enjoin at that distance. Anyway it gave the effect that there could own been some ‘ interesting'prison term on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed the like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a match of feeding bottle of vino. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper spirit up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side of meat where the front line and back of the doll don't meet. All there is on my left hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a just ten second of him having a right look at the 2 lilliputian closed chain in my pussy.

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

I felt good walking to the gambling casino in my little silky attire, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked dear in a backless, low cut battlefront dress. It's so curtly that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

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

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

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned cat valium 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.

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 dress or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to port Grimaud, a little Village right on the coast with very decent looking small houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the minute of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much ground space as the building. The firm looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a black twine waistcoat. It consists of cipher more than hundreds of cakehole, all big enough to get my index digit ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through dress. When we saw a couplet of fair sex walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the bungalow Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girlfriend were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the conflict between what a man can get away with, and what a fair sex can get away with. Totally unjust, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit drunkard. Jon said that as it was our net night we had to toast all the wine-coloured that we had left. We ended up fucking each early in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the sentence except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any notion that they'd seen raw multitude. A bit disappointing really.

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

Just N of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small settlement. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the reception gave us a smutty aspect when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a average size, but in the bath they have what Jon told me was one of the old way French commode. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 place for your feet and a maw in the trading floor. You have to hunker down and do your business. It was the first prison term that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

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

That night we had our last Nox on French soil. We walked to a piffling 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 hangman's halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting apparel. The bulk of people in the café were old men, but a young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of clip staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a safe look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my stage quite blanket. When they left the man had quite a extrusion in the front of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girlfriend'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite felicitous on the wine and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dark as I'm sure that my wearing apparel was round my waist most of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My head hurt. I could only face umber ( in one of those big bowls that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to break a ‘ honorable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't lots feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a thoroughgoing fucking ( well as perfect as a machine can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the ass machine ( read my daybook ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

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

Love

Vanessa