The adventure I'm about to trace happened in late outpouring of 2000 when Jon took me to the Confederate States of America of French Republic for a two-week holiday.

holiday in the South of Anatole France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't state me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks notice of this holiday. 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 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 amount with us without low gear discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a heave home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her ejaculate with us.

( For those of you that haven't translate my daybook, or the story of ‘ Debbie's Pussy Power ’, I should tell you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to open 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 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 orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many prison term that I've lost reckoning. He's also fucked her a few multiplication as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my prison term at home base naked, and when my close friend come to confab, they are usually naked within minute of arriving. Only the previous Sun, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got family before Jon and by the prison term Jon arrived there were 2 raw little girl waiting to serve 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 naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussycat onto his tool. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets plate 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 little girlfriend voice and asked him. At foremost Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long interruption Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girlfriend, you know that I have more than enough pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"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 strip up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's slit juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would throw to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be funfair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me house and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really induce a great deal luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for nigh of the time. Before we did dilute the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few matter that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 dyad of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my whole step ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and repel down to Dover. It was a Night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to give any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few hr that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the freeway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a ease area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in Anatole France and I was happy that I only had a short thin dress on ( and shoes ). My apparel was tightish try-on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a nifty view of her tush when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, dresses of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a agile glimpse of her, my dress was already up attack my capitulum. When I turned to her, her top covered her headway. Her beautiful 34C tit showing the impression of the tonic, tender French people air on her mamilla."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have got noticed the 2 naked lady friend getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfy in the back.

driving on the ‘ wrong'position of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a couple of cable 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 tits."That shut him up,"she said.

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

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

The rest period of the journeying was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can drive and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to find individual there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this individual. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and minute until we came to this bungalow. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right hand home as it didn't tone like what he was expecting, but that didn't fuss him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to take our wearing apparel off again. He said that there was a 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 middle of nowhere so that was fine by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the forepart door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the social movement door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bafflement. In very poor French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the incorrectly place. 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 right lieu. It was fantastic. Four bedchamber, its own little swimming consortium in a small back garden, and no early edifice in sight.

We had a quick look round then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to observe a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with wads of intellectual nourishment and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and revel the peace treaty and pipe down. We all slept in differentiate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food for thought on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last sentence that he was going to get the food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her departed on top of her bed with her legs broad 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 skid don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a path through it when we heard phonation. We followed the sound until we saw a clarification with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a 12 teenagers around 18 age old. Four lady friend and two son. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water coldness, my nipple were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stop in the water long and we lay on the grass in the small clarification to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teen got out and walked right yesteryear us to their clothes. I had my heart shut, but I could feel the heart staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a erection. He told me to range him on my knees and to impale myself on him. No job there, but I could blaspheme that I could see one of the boy looking at us from the bushes. He must induce come back to check 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 minutes came to a piffling village. Jon didn't particularly require to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

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

Back at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At afternoon tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the cesspit 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 crouch down next to Jon. She got hold of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus 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 surd you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her leg wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and avail them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her pussy and his musket ball. 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 carry some solid food, vino 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 disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in world ).

It took us about an time of day to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A niggling Greenwich Village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car common on the outskirt and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only semisynthetic objective that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked western United States ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a shoes with lots of hotels. By then there were draw and lots of multitude, all of them nude. We walked right into the ‘ hamlet ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amazing place, I never knew such seat existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was unbelievable. It was just like a normal village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to consume any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the meter sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her living. The Logos ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problem fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the entirely scale of thing. I was a bit, there must feature been a mates of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the shoes, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early eventide we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine-coloured. A telephone number of early naked people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't pain in the ass getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a issue of couples ( every compounding of sexual activity ) making out, some in the small gumption dunes, and other in the middle of the assailable beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got drab we headed back and aim back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up number 1 and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the balance of the clobber from the car. I was set over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my foreland on the iron boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his mitt on the sides of my head and gently turn me forward to have a look to see what the terms was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my caput anymore, and his trouser were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye liaison and he said something and left. I turned turn and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my albumen Lycra bikini top ( more worthy for a 10-year-old ) and my two-piece dame. This is a wrap around minuscule skirt that's about 10 inch 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 column inch ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've zero on underneath. Debbie wore a easy, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 column inch ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a niggling bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on presentation, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfits 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 respect to the Gallic, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a seemly supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few hoi polloi even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent age bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the freezer really had an essence on my mammilla. 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 course we were obvious. Those multitude knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're screen or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to irrupt. We were having so a lot fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would experience given their security department anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have got hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did regain one clothes shop that had a few nice looking wearing apparel. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a punter look. The sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very drill until we arrived. By the time we left she must accept thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the number 1 to fire up the daughter up. She dropped a clothes on the base and bent-over ( at the waistline ) to pick it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's kitty in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The little girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my free fitting bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the other English I pretended not to bill and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her optic and as they registered what they were seeing, my teat went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my dresser she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing way was zero more than a room about 10 foundation square with a bit of a curtain for a room access. The attire I'd picked was quite gracious, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my body. The daughter saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got closelipped 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 dress. As I struggled to deplumate it up over my thighs it got cling 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 doorway with my stage blanket unresolved. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dresses. She said something to the little girl and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull up a apparel over her head. When her arm were up in the air I pinched her left tit, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the fille who didn't know where to look.

By the sentence Debbie had decided that she didn't like the garb and taken it off, I had taken off the clothes I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the wearing apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The miss 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 come up something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at early attire in total view of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't smell at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 low triangles on my breasts, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another attire and went back to the changing way. Jon was still talking to the missy who hadn't a clue 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 look unspoiled in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to floor the lady friend a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the miss,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The young lady looked even Sir Thomas More puzzled as Jon turned to face up her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his short circuit to reveal a rig hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his torso, his articulated lorry became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it decrease. He turned his dorsum to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girlfriend just did it. He turned circle to face her showing the big tent in the battlefront that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a proper prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a hour or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the wearing apparel off and turned to the girlfriend. Her optic 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 lip. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the wearing apparel on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last prospicient and I saw the girl gulp down his endowment to her.

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

We left one very frustrated lady friend in that shop. I'm for certain she must have gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the game seat on her hands and articulatio genus. What a slew we must have been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick around pelf and didn't even clear. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit pelf'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 masses carry their cabbage rest home ? Have a look round next time were out."The 2nd affair that happened was that I forgot to take my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the sewer and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my fundament had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a substructure 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 digit over my wet pussy the cream 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 road until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton ‘ A'wench ( Jon's pick, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a slight cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the station and doubled its customer tally. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant eventide. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few meter when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would sustain seen was our bare belly. The igniter wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the small town to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to loot off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a good job the lunation was out because there were no streetlights.

Jon wanted to get a good nights sleep that Nox so I slept with Debbie. After a foresighted gay woman ( I suppose ) session we both fell asleep in each former's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up former 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 return the accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her low-pitched lip and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, ardent, sunny morning and I set out the food on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and sense of touch my ankle joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning seaport't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and slavish I said,"Yes, master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right hand then, get me severely then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my back talk. 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 burnt umber. She watched us have a long sluggish fucking as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very unwind 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 put on hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as pattern as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to nullify having an orgasm there and then, or to actually feature one.

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

Jon found the entirely instalment quite amusing.

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

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

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

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming puddle. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a city so he put some trunks on and Debbie and I put on niggling annulus and cover and off we went. After what seemed like 60 minutes of driving we eventually found a big leisure heart and soul in Marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no divide area for men and women. There were also areas on benches with clothes hooking as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full-of-the-moon persuasion of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an domain where a mathematical group of teenage son 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 bags down.

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimwear to wear, and I'd taken my new Elwyn Brooks White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( John likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better account the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'bathing costume that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it shine down your front. You then straighten the front end out and then push the lower act through your legs and snaffle the cords that then come round your waist to fix near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a reduce strap round the rachis of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to encompass your breasts. It then goes down in a rich ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two opus that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the backwards part about half an in apart just where your arse hole is. The rear is like a replete, high-cut two-piece bottom back that comes round to the straw man as two slender tie cords. These electric cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front end share. When I put it on and be given forward with it fastened underneath the breast section, the social movement part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubic bone exposed. I also have difficulty keeping my clit inside the 2 straw man parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less textile. It comprises of 2 presence bits that nearly cover my boob. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to insure my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top section of a Triangulum that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible component part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroy go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they fulfill to go up my ass fissure. The 2 cords then office ship's company as they come out of the top of ass brass and go over my shoulders to connect to the top of breast minute. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimming costume that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually inconceivable. Even with the cords pulled smashed it either disappears into my kitty or one of my knocker pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what piddling figure that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my chick whilst facing them, they all went calm and I felt my juice flow. That familiar prickling in my kitty-cat was making me feel good.

I turned round with my book binding to the teen and set over. They got a enceinte view of my ass and pussy as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long metre 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 costume. When she got it over her cervix and the strawman straightened out, she had to sit down to have it easily to fasten it round her waist. She made for sure that her wooden leg were across-the-board open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a miss about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a yoke of his alright meshing net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yard of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a footlocker and went out to the syndicate. There were Lot of people there, and many of charwoman were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't face that often out of place. The Daniel Chester French are much more bountiful than the British.

The pocket billiards is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an external part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the difference of opinion between the French and the British people. 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 man of him. A few times I could really finger their oculus staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to pretend certainly that they had a good aspect. It wasn't just the weewee from the swimming kitty that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every clip I got to the nates, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower bath naked. We got a couple of funny looks, but that's all. The just bit was getting dried. The Lapp group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid particular attention to the interesting bit. I have to fink to ‘ tweaking'my teat a couple of times, and licking a finger's breadth that I'd slowly inserted into my slit. That made a couple of the fella jaws drop. I did notice a couple of bulges in the teenager's trunk, and when I stared at one of the sonny, his face went vivid red, but he didn't diaphragm looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left.

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

Fri

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

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

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the first-class honours degree one. The back garden was massive with grass hills to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

We went for a walk ( naked ) out the binding of the cottage. Never saw anyone.

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a footling skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to bear my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear zippo under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to lean forward a footling bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few multitude know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a nursing bottle of wine-colored when Debbie bent-grass over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an stroke. This British people mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French people person's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't a good deal damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to suss out that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation lookout ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 year old, with 2 leadership, a man and woman in their later 1920s. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the picket went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The blighter wanted to go round with us whilst the girl wanted to get on with the shopping. needle to say that the chap got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

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

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

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to hold our dress on until the Thomas Kid got used to the approximation. He told us to recount them about his convention after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to sleep and getting a deglutition, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took complaint and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the even repast ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the lads eyes light up as one of the girl ( 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 down as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little wearing apparel we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the Thomas Kid were in or around the syndicate. The fellow were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the fille were just wearing Bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the early 2 were wearing total 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 arcsecond ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

Debbie and me got chatting to the Thomas Kid and discovered that they're all from London and are quite a friendly lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the merely one who wasn't too felicitous 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 kitty 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 young lady ) 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 kids had him pinned to the background ). 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 activity 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 different brace of trunks and no erection. One of the early lads said,"Had a trade good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

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

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy crew telling tale and gag when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ Sojourner Truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a roofy on the weed and act it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to open anyone they liked a ‘ true statement or dare ’.

It started very slowly with dull matter like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the first to get ‘ brave'when she asked Kirsty how old she was when she first masturbated. There was no delay 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 suasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ declamatory'White person breasts with dinky minuscule hard nipples.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was quiet as Debbie worked on her kitty-cat, and she didn't story long to jump moaning, then cum.

By that fourth dimension the solitary mortal who wasn't naked or in just bikini underside was Angie. All 3 blighter were nude and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my atomic number 79 rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet enchantment as I told them about me being suspended, rout, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather worker hole punch to put the fix in my kitty-cat rim. There were a few cringes as I told them the live bit, and then secretiveness. I had to remind them about the back contribution of the dare, and Tom wasted no meter in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a cleaning woman pleasure, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger's breadth in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a brace of minutes 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,"semen on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a prissy body and looked near as they all held her rout while Kirsty started pushing her finger's breadth up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her fingerbreadth in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A second or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karenic's place and Karen put her finger in Angie. They each took it in crook to feel do it Angie, even the lads. By the sentence the fourth person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our Host we would be honoured if you would take part in our ritual. Please feel free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for to a greater extent'tone on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either face of her top dog and lowered my pussy onto her look, then set forward and started eating her puss.

For a girl who gave the effect that she was a Virgin before that night, she did a just job on my slit. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big taper 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 slash with the taper to make Angie cum.

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

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

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

The secret plan was that each of us girls had to pick up an vacuous wine bottle and move it over a line of business about 20 fundament away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to stand the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our puss, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few scuttlebutt like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our human foot. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the land up line.

When I got there I turned round to see that only Sarah was having any success. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at various stages 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 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 bungalow and came back with a bottleful of inexpensive champagne. He said that we wanted a to the full bottle of wine-coloured but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the telegram and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to toast it. I carefully eased the bob out then put it on the solid ground prepare to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal weight unit Lifting had toned-up my pussycat sinew, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself fine, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't come rightfulness out, but it hit the flat coat with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of nose candy on the tabular array and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the feeding bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to lift into my pussy. Within a few second my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of ants. The pleasure was just too often. I dropped to my articulatio genus, grabbed the bottle to go on it in stead, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as estimable as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my kitty and turned it on, but also like zillion of pismire were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

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

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

That secret plan died and the talking continued. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking photograph 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 peak Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so lots that she'd passed out on one of the president. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up cunt at time, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two the great unwashed were a bit tardily on the ingestion, but after a mates of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, give me a hired 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 manpower holding her bosom, and Jake picked up her underside one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her genu lash out his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her pile on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, soft touch said,"rightfield, that's it, the snotty gripe gets her lesson."With that Jake and sucker went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and fool long to fill in the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs across-the-board apart.

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

Sun

I woke up with one mitt on Debbie's right breast and I started playing with her mammilla. She moaned a bit so I moved my paw down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to hand me better access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the fourth dimension she had kept her centre shut. At the metre I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the bit, 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 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 pussycat was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my redress hired man in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

I went round the relief 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 suddenly to the reality. Angie was still spread-eagle on her dormancy bag. I have to accommodate that Angie did reckon good with her small breast, slender figure and bald cunt.

I went and got a umber and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various land 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. individual asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of trend no one admitted to it, all most people could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a exhibitor. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the kitty 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. nearly of the kids were either bare or had just bikini tail end or trunks on. They had got used to the nudeness and even the lad's no longer had perm 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 dress on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the prison term. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickers, bras, pant, legging, tights or shortstop. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a minuscule surprise and I could see that Jake was getting a footling 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 stupor when they came polish up the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of class, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough wearable on to cover our interesting flake and Jon drove us to St Raphael where we found a café an had a pleasant eventide eating and boozing. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for well-nigh of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no wearing apparel'day for us. The most stir thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to deform over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right wing into my pussy. I was a minuscule dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low f number and told me not to tell Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car Windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the tooshie and put her deal onto my pussy. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny petty bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your snatch. That delightful olfactory property has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest 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 dim bit of notice that all 3 of us were barren nude. We did get a two-fold payoff from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was pocket-sized and blonde and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very abbreviated thong two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car parking area behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car commons so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any notification of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, burn application and bottles of pee and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the low dune.

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

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet kitty. I squeezed my cunt to prepare sure that the vibe was well cover inside me and said,"What !"He held an lightless cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't live where he expected me to get a mate from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my safe"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a honest stare.

I'd just settled down to a gracious dreamy, exciting and frustrating seance when I heard this almighty roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the conscription of air as it went passed. Any ‘ upheaval'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the next time of day or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The luminousness for a cigarette must be a stock 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 give birth a big trucking rig hard-on as he stood between my understructure. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each early's genital organ before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my secondly coming of the day, and it was stronger than the low gear. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much magnanimous than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was mammoth ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibe off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping pussy she said,"God girl, have you been frigging yourself all the prison term we were away ?"All I could guess of to say was,"well you weren't here to lease precaution of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

We had a great day on the beach, swim and tanning. Jon was with me for the residue 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 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 of life by the river that went under the main seashore route. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to retain up the side of the river. That was until a couple of cars sounded the cornet. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the position of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the planer that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this landrover with some war machine looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a grinning on one of the men's faces but we didn't bent around for long.

backbone at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the dayspring. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

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

After the wine-coloured bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the ace Jon was interested in were the wide-cut ones. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottle into my pussy. The offset one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine-coloured bottle ) was a snow bottleful. The contents of a few vino bottleful were interior my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the C bottle went in quite prosperous. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have bother getting it out. It got so far, and so slippy, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a traveling bag on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few nursing bottle made it in, but the biggest was a shameful German wine-colored bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 in in diam. 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 mitt 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 times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as often 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 indisputable that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her John L. H. Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any circle so we went into the kitchen and used some swath and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her subdivision and legs to the table stage. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to end being poor fish, all her breeches were back in England. I think my brain must accept been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my lip and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his pecker in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite across-the-board. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to affect out of the way. He stared with 2 finger then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the looking at of delight on Debbie's human face as Jon worked on her pussycat. It took about 5 minute of arc and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unit deal had disappeared.

Wanting to do the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of mo until she came again. He then gently pulled his manus out and say me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottleful, 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 snatch."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 in of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottle. She tried one of the wine bottles 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 side of Jon that Night. I think that he had a hand inside Debbie when she went to catch some Z's ; I know that his left hired man was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and adopt 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 wax of quite rich people - or hoi polloi pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would make a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large identification number of women walking along the seafront in their lash bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Lapplander. We went to the car and changed into our swimwear outside the car. Of line it was easiest to flog our wearing apparel off and fend there naked while we arranged our swimwear. I wore my catapult swimwear and Debbie wore my early bathing costume, the one that she wore at the swimming pond in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the Confederacy of France.

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

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

That evening we had a repast at a very expensive restaurant. All through the meal my dress up lash out my waist and the waiter could easily see my kitty-cat. He took it all in his tread. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Th was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a voguish attire, short-change doll, top and enough gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the seacoast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car bare and we had some unspoiled flashing academic session whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very loose harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round parting of the Grand Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The totally topographic point was full of expensive yacht. century of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million pounds each. There was even a span that had chopper landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had cars parked on them.

Quite a number had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in bloodless uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don't know if it was the wide-cut gang or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent grass over and I saw all her fanny. 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 ‘ interest'prison term on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottles of vino. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my death chair assail a bit so that he could get a proper face up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the incline where the front and back of the doll don't sports meeting. All there is on my left hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to corroborate that I had nil on underneath it. I gave him a good ten mo of him having a undecomposed look at the 2 little rings in my pussy.

After there we walked back to the car and got changed. Again outside the car. A span of kids ( a young lady 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 forgetful silky apparel, the one that hangs out from my chest of drawers letting anyone who looks down the front man or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front end dress. It's so short that she can't flexure without showing her ass.



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

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

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood veracious following 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 future hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 instant, and for the last 5 he had one bridge player round the back of her legs and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his finger's breadth in her pussy. He didn't consecrate her anything former than a bit of pleasance.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hr's driving force away. Jon told us that we might postulate a garb or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most decompress day on the beach doing aught at all. When we did depart Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a lilliputian village right on the coast with very nice looking little houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the number of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as a great deal dry land place as the building. The theatre looked low, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a mordant drawing string vest. It consists of nothing more than hundred of muddle, all big enough to get my index finger ( or teat ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my gauze-like clothes. When we saw a couple of cleaning woman walking around wearing only two-piece bottoms, Debbie decided to hold her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a wayside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the carrell. Jon decided that he'd better put some short pants on, but told us to bide naked. He said that it's the deviation between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our live on night we had to drink all the wine-colored that we had left. We ended up bed each former in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Sat

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

We spent all that day driving up French Republic. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for petrol or nutrient. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked people. A bit disappointing really.

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

Just north of City of Light we pulled off the thruway and into a small hamlet. Jon found a niggling old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the response gave us a filthy spirit when Jon asked for one way with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a bonnie sizing, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old elan French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 space for your feet and a hole in the base. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the firstly time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become out years ago.

Squatting down to have a pee like that reminded me of the clock time that Jon told me to do that one meter 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 skirt round my waistline and making a big puddle on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That dark we had our end dark on French filth. We walked to a picayune café and turned a few heading 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 principal. Debbie was wearing a hangman's rope top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The legal age of people in the café were old men, but a Brigham Young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of metre staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a upright look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite full. When they left the man had quite a gibbosity in the front man of his trouser. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had to hold me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist nearly of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the doorway at the hotel view. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely recall Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Lord's Day

My chief hurt. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big bowls that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't a good deal flavor like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a stark fucking ( well as perfective tense as a machine can gift ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( study my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

well, that's how our holiday in the South of 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 Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's translate them and is glad with them.

Love

Vanessa