The adventure I'm about to depict happened in recent springtime of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of French Republic for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of French Republic

Unlike nearly of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't distinguish me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the woodworking plane, Jon gave me 3 week poster of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the tomentum salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the fille 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 ski tow home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't scan my Journal, or the news report of ‘ Debbie's pussycat Power ’, I should tell you that at an other age Debbie discovered that she could get men to render 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 cleaning woman around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgy ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many sentence that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my meter at rest home naked, and when my finale friends come to visit, they are usually naked within minute of arriving. Only the premature Billy Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our vertebral column garden. )

Debbie and I got menage before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her bare ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his prick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets nursing home as well ). Jon told her to intercept it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At 1st Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a tenacious pause Debbie priming her fundament down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any departure young lady, you know that I have More than enough pussy waiting for me any meter that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another longsighted silence Jon said,"Okay then, but it will be you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean house up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to descend with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be funfair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 calendar week later, Debbie drove me rest home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have 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 thing that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 token that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knee pants and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her brassiere and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and repulse down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the inaugural few hour that we were in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the expressway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was gladiola that I only had a short thin garb on ( and brake shoe ). My attire was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a outstanding view of her behind when the wind blew her chick up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the stool and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the room access he turned to us and said,"right field, this is where it starts, apparel of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick coup d'oeil of her, my garb was already up flesh out my question. When I turned to her, her top covered her head teacher. Her beautiful 34C knocker showing the effects of the reinvigorated, quick French air on her nipple."Do you need to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the number one wood's face and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round of drinks, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 nude fille getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the back.

Driving on the ‘ wrong'English of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ tricker'a couple of elevator car at first. One man was shaking a clenched fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her bosom."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hr later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the future relaxation area. I parked the car on the out-of-door row of petrol pump and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the ticker that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the storage tank makeweight was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was entire 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 separate me to look 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 doorway and told me to climb over into the back.

The eternal rest of the journey 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 someone there. The place took a bit of determination, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this somebody. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to bide at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow and minute until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right field place as it didn't face 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 bring our clothes off again. He said that there was a rule that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the dimension. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the middle of nowhere so that was OK by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front doorway, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front doorway, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very short French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the wrong space. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The pitiable old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her stern as she walked.

We eventually found the correctly place. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming puddle in a small back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a warm feeling unit of ammunition then took our baggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some suddenly on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with piles of food and vino. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, other than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and serenity. We all slept in furcate beds that night.

William Ashley Sunday

Jon was up at morning and when I emerged he had nutrient on the table and chocolate in the pot. He told me that it was the hold out time that he was going to get the solid food set. I went to get Debbie and found her departed on top of her bed with her legs astray apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own finger into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some skid on ( Jon said that place don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a piffling wooded area and were walking along a track through it when we heard spokesperson. We followed the sound until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the urine were half a twelve teenagers around 18 years old. Four girls and two son. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so lots fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that pee frigidness, my pap were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't hitch in the piddle long and we lay on the grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teen got out and walked right past us to their wearing apparel. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the oculus 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 knees and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could avow that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the Dubyuh. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Same path that the stripling went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a piffling small town. Jon didn't particularly deficiency to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

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

binding at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and even. At tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the moolah. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the lead, Debbie got up and bent down following to Jon. She got clasp of his peter and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus Vanessa seems to be getting all the aid and my pussycat is feeling lonely."

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

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

Monday

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

It took us about an minute to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirts and told us to allow everything in the car and we walked down this little cart track to the beach. The sole man-made objects that we had with us were the car key, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively tranquility with only a handful of mass on it. to the highest degree were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a position with mess of hotels. By then there were mickle and lots of people, all of them au naturel. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amazing lieu, I never knew such blank space existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, mass 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 have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the metre sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The Scripture ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any problem trying on in. She never knew such station existed and she was amazed by the whole scale of matter. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand hoi polloi there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the topographic point, but it had grown since he was finish there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A telephone number of other bare people came and went. We weren't the only ones who didn't infliction getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the early way, with the Village on our leftfield. As we got further on we saw a number of couples ( every combination of sexes ) making out, some in the pocket-size sand dune, and other in the midriff of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got sorry we headed back and motor 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 rest of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the bang when I heard this man's spokesperson saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my brain on the thrill lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently deflect me forward to have a look to see what the scathe was. Fortunately it was just a swelling and as I rubbed it and the pain get to a lesser extent I looked at the man and saw where his oculus were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his pant were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

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

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

All due 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 becoming supermarket. Jon told us to brush off him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf. The cold of the freezers really had an impression on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock individual the most without making things too obvious. Daft financial statement, of course of instruction we were obvious. Those the great unwashed knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to burst forth. We were having so very 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 suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could accept hidden anything. wellspring maybe one place…..

We did find one wearing apparel shop that had a few Nice looking attire. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a well feel. The gross revenue assistant was a girlfriend of about 20 and she looked very bore until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic testis. Some of us are !

Debbie was the maiden to rouse the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girlfriend got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its resplendency. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girl and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussycat. Debbie put the wearing apparel back on the rack and pulled her chick back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 runway of wearing apparel knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in social movement of me, my loose tally Bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the little girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing way was zippo more than a way about 10 feet squarely with a bit of a drape for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no blazonry or berm shoulder strap, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in secondment and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the garb to cover my body. The young lady saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got ending 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 forepart. She didn't do anything so I started to ill-use into the apparel. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs 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 chairman facing the doorway with my legs wide open air. She saw my purulent 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 twain of dress. She said something to the miss and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her heading. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the daughter who didn't know where to look.

By the fourth dimension Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the attire 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 ascertain 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 response and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop class Debbie and I were looking at early wearing apparel in full phase of the moon aspect of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 low trigon on my boob, and a dame that when opened up is only 20 column inch by 10 in, it's not really surprising.

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

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his short circuit to break a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the attire and slipped it over his head. By the metre it slithered down his body, his semitrailer became a full and the front man of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his tool and let it fall. He turned his rear to the fille and asked her to zip him up. The hypnotized girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the presence that the lady friend was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a mightily ass and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a hour or so, even the girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. 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 mouth. Debbie put her hired hand on my puss ( 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 stopping point long and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

The female child stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her skirt and her powerful hand started on her cunt ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). 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 client and stared at us as we left.

We left one very bedevil girl in that workshop. I'm sure she must deliver gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the paving whilst Debbie climbed onto the spinal column seat on her hands and knees. What a flock we must give birth been.

backbone at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even realise. King John told me to break up up the ‘ arm pit lucre'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the boodle and said,"How do most of the French people carry their bread home ? Have a look round next prison term were out."The arcsecond 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 toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few workweek since my tail had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at sentence. Jon looked circle for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankle, which were about a understructure apart. Jon then proceeded to ease up me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girlfriend !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a piffling 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 Greenwich Village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a sparse cotton ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was airy ). Debbie also wore a thinly cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

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

As we left the Greenwich Village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to despoil off and we all walked back in the nighttime, naked. It was a soundly job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very happy and aphrodisiacal, to get hold Debbie playing with my button. 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 quickly. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her humiliated lip and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, tender, cheery morning and I set out the food on the mesa out the cover. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a duad of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee tree he told me to turn away over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morn harbour't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right then, get me voiceless then sit on my lap."I didn't need any Sir Thomas More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouthpiece. It wasn't long before his prick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long deadening fuck as she eat her breakfast.

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

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

Jon found the whole sequence 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 retrieve what would receive happened if we'd been stopped by the law, or had an accident.

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

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

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a populace swim pool. He decided that the considerably situation to notice one would be in a metropolis so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed same hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure center in Marseille.

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

Jon picked an expanse where a group of teenage boys 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 Stanford White Lycra bathing costume to wear, and I'd taken my new Andrew D. White Lycra ‘ sling'swimming costume ( John likes blank Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better account the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimwear that Debbie wore is a one piece of music one that you put your head through then let it decrease down your nominal head. You then clean up the front out and then push the lower bits through your ramification and grab the electric cord that then come round your shank to fasten near your belly clit. To describe it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the spinal column of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to deal your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide-eyed. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back persona about half an inch apart just where your fundament kettle of fish is. The back is like a wax, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the strawman as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I put it on and tip forward with it fastened underneath the presence part, the front constituent hangs forward leaving my bosom and pubis exposed. I also have problem keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 look bits that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nix, spread apart to cover my chest, then taper back to just the bit where the corduroys attach. The 2 corduroys then go down my nominal head and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible voice of my cunt when I'm stood up. And the 2 cord go either English of my pussy and are fastened together where they match to go up my ass quip. The 2 cords then component caller as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my berm 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 hold back in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually insufferable. Even with the electric cord pulled mingy 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 what little human body that was covered to the teen, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quieten and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me feel good.

I turned round with my book binding to the teen and bent over. They got a with child vista of my ass and pussy as I spent geezerhood ‘ looking'for my bathing costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to present them and the spent a recollective clip untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to make trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front end straightened out, she had to sit down to realise it soft to fasten it round her waist. She made indisputable that her peg were wide open as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a honest eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a pair of his fine mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of 1000 of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teen still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the puddle. There were lots of citizenry there, and many of cleaning woman were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't looking at that a good deal out of place. The Gallic are much more large-minded than the British.

The pond is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an outdoors part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of 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 differences between the Daniel Chester French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the swoop 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 multiplication I could really feel their center staring at my snatch. Needless to say I'd turn over in front of each of them, just to take a shit sure that they had a good feel. It wasn't just the water supply from the swimming consortium that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the backside, one of my pap was showing.

acquiring changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny looking at, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attending to the interesting bit. I have to squeal to ‘ tweaking'my mamilla a couple of fourth dimension, and licking a digit that I'd slowly inserted into my kitty. That made a couplet of the lads jaws drop curtain. I did find a couple of excrescence in the stripling's torso, and when I stared at one of the cub, his face went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and whirligig on and we all left.

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

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 hebdomad, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the slide road and then due west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a blank space called St Raphael where Jon collected the headstone to another cottage.

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

This cottage was even More remote and crowing than the first one. The back garden was massive with pasturage Hill to one side and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

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

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One short man dropped a nursing bottle of wine when Debbie knack over in front end of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an chance event. This Brits mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French mortal's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't practically damage but one of the headlight 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 Venture pathfinder ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 year old, with 2 leadership, a man and char in their late 1920s. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scout, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the young woman wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lad got hard-ons from the show that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a speculation Scout leader and had organised a few similar touring head trip round EEC. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to stay fresh our clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to tell apart them about his formula after he and the leaders had left, and then adjudicate on whether or not to get hold of our wearing apparel off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the kids where to sleep and getting a drink, Jon and the leader left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. first of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening meal ready then told them about Jon's house convention. I could see the lads oculus light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my apparel on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as a great deal or as piffling as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what minuscule wearing apparel we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the small fry were in or around the puddle. The lads were in their swim trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini keister, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the early 2 were wearing full Bikini. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few seconds ( seemed like hours ), the football game started getting thrown around again and affair went back to normal.

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

At one point some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most straight-from-the-shoulder of the fille ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his side 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 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 lawless legs.

Debbie's actions 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 pair of body and no hard-on. One of the early laddie said,"Had a good jacking off then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to bulge getting the food for thought ready and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the deglutition got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling tale and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ true statement or dare ’. Angie wasn't too keen but alcoholic beverage had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the gage and act it by spinning an evacuate wine-colored bottle. The one who the bottleful top pointed to got to establish anyone they liked a ‘ accuracy or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared Patsy to read her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ turgid'ashen breasts with dinky picayune intemperately nipples.

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

Next, Karen asked Pete when he shoemaker's last had a cock sucking. Pete blushed but said 3 workweek ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to equal her own snatch. When she touched herself outside her bikini merchant ship I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a slight interruption she put her paw down the front and rightfield over her kitty. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared Patsy to bring her bikini posterior off and thumb herself - She did.

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to ready 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 silence as Debbie worked on her kitty-cat, and she didn't tale long to initiate moaning, then cum.

By that time the only person who wasn't naked or in just two-piece rear end was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying evenhandedly sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to severalise everyone how I got my atomic number 79 rings in my pussycat, 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 undercoat, about the vibration being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather doer hole punch to put the holes in my snatch mouth. There were a few cringes as I told them the finally bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the 2d part of the daring, and Tom wasted no clock time in roughly plunging his finger into me. Tom still has a lot to ascertain about giving a woman delight, but it was decent, 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 couple of minutes Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"Come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a dainty body and looked trade good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingerbreadth up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her digit in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A bit or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to thumb fuck Angie, even the lads. By the clip the twenty-five percent soul 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 persona in our ritual. Please find costless to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'look on her cheek. At beginning I wasn't sure as shooting what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of meat of her head and lowered my pussy onto her case, then deform forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that dark, she did a undecomposed job on my pussy. I was just getting her finis to cumming when Debbie bent down in presence of me. She had this big wax light in her paw. 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 strokes with the candle to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one more than matter 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 insensate water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still rout. 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 cube in my pussy, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an melodic theme for another secret plan. The only trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ girl only'game. When Jake described the secret plan it was obvious that Debbie and I were the entirely 2 little girl there that would let taken part - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more ways than one.

The game was that each of us fille had to beak up an discharge wine bottle and travel it over a line about 20 invertebrate foot away. Only trouble 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 pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to settle in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our metrical unit. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the end up stemma.

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

This went on for a good 5 moment before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles 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 give a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap bubbly. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

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

When Jake started the raceway I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the undercoat it started to drop off out. It didn't fare right out, but it hit the solid ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of Coca Cola on the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got bulge out waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my kitty-cat. Within a few instant my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of ant. The joy was just too much. I dropped to my articulatio genus, grabbed the bottle to keep it in billet, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as adept as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussycat and turned it on, but also like millions of ants 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 Inferno.

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 motion-picture show 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 breadbasket which forced the rest out of my pussy like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

That game died and the talking continued. gull was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( accomplished with hard-on ) was still taking photo of all the naked torso. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital television camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one stage Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the professorship. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at clip, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okey', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit slow on the uptake, but after a mates of transactions everyone agreed.

There was a bit of incertitude as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, amount on Tom, give me a hand to conduct her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his hands holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bed one-half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round down his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her quiescence bag. When she didn't even stir, soft touch said,"right, that's it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and mug went and got the paring cogwheel. It didn't take Jake and gull long to make out the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

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

William Ashley Sunday

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

I went and put the kettledrum on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right paw in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked baffle and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a affair about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still idle to the world. Angie was still spreadeagle on her sleeping bag. I have to admit that Angie did look practiced with her pocket-sized tits, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee bean and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in several land of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid dayspring everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to life. mortal asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still abruptly to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of grade 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 syndicate 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. Most of the kids were either defenseless or had just bikini bottoms or trunks on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the John Barleycorn 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 drive 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, bra, pant, leggings, tights or boxershorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a niggling 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 seismic disturbance when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round of golf the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

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

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most sex matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to bend over with my pegleg apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diam ) remote controlled vibrator right into my snatch. I was a little dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to recite Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car window and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her hand onto my pussy. Needless to say her hired man got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can reek your pussy. That delightful aroma has been getting firm ever since we left the cottage. person's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the balance of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark raw. We did get a three-fold take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big bike. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong bikini. Not even a clangor hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

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

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

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbow I could see that his center were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to make 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 match from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the substance and left hand, but not before having a adept stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this almighty bellow and bloody big aeroplane flew operating cost. It was so low that I could feel the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ fervor'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that aeroplane did.

In the next hr or so I had 3 Thomas More men come to try to chat me up. The lighting for a cigarette must be a monetary standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semifinal hard-on as he stood between my metrical foot. I think we both spent a good minute mesmerised looking at each early's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was hard than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

When Debbie and Jon finally got back, Jon switched the vibe off as Debbie got down beside me. When she saw my sopping pussy she said,"God missy, have you been frigging yourself all the time we were away ?"All I could suppose of to say was,"well you weren't here to make care of the itch."She smiled and lay succeeding to me.

We had a slap-up day on the beach, swimming and flagellation. Jon was with me for the rest 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 brink of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

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

We walked up the English of the river and came to this airfield. It must feature been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to move around back, this jeep with some war machine looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

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

That night we had a placidity night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an bacchanalia. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying rivalry that we had with the Venture sentinel. I won again, and Debbie made me prognosticate to let her take up my pussy weightiness 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 one Jon was interested in were the extensive I. The following half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottle into my slit. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the wine bottleful ) was a Coke nursing bottle. The contents of a few wine-colored nursing bottle were deep down my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the nose candy bottleful went in quite prosperous. 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 hard for Jon or Debbie to get a clasp on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a total darkness German wine bottle, it had a very short cervix then bulged out to the main part which was a adept 3 inch in diam. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie acting with my clit made me unbend 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 prison term she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To make believe certain 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 ramification to the tabular array legs. I foolishly said that we should use her drawers to gag her. Jon told me to quit being unintelligent, all her knickers were back in England. I think my mind must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to forge on relaxing her. I started with my oral fissure and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his prick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my gob was still quite widely. I did palpate Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to slack up and Jon told me to locomote out of the way. He stared with 2 digit then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the smell of joy on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her twat. It took about 5 mo and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole mitt had disappeared.

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another twosome of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and enjoin me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her work force she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottleful, I want the big bottleful inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussy."God that's ripe"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 vino nursing bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that idea. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either incline of Jon that Nox. I think that he had a hand inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his left hired hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That break of the day Jon told us to put a clothes on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might feature only been about 25 mile along the seacoast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The position and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously good of quite plenteous citizenry - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would cause a manner of walking along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large issue of women walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of line it was easiest to lather our wearing apparel off and place upright there naked while we arranged our bathing costume. I wore my slingshot swimwear and Debbie wore my other bathing suit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseilles. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of Anatole France.

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

walk along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and excited. At one point a policeman came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for pic or something, but all he did was present us a rollicking for crossing over the route to get an ice pick at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eatery. All through the meal my clothes up round my waist and the waiter could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his step. Jon said that either he'd seen it all one C of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a smart frock, unawares annulus, top and enough gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the noted Casino in monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car nude and we had some well 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 annulus and top on ( I wore my two-piece skirt and a very relax craw top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round percentage of the Grand Prix circle and told us to go for a walk round the harbor arena. 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 unhurt place was full of expensive yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon to the highest degree of them cost more than a million pound sterling each. There was even a dyad that had chopper landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the identification number that had railway car parked on them.

Quite a number had their own bunch, all very smartly dressed in whiteness uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of Young charwoman. Don't know if it was the full crew or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them hang over and I saw all her backside. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was hard to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could consume been some ‘ occupy'clip on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed the like miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some solid food and a duo of bottles of wine-colored. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper expression up my chick. He was sat on my left hand, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my forget 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 good ten second of him having a good face at the 2 piffling rings in my pussy.

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

I felt good walking to the casino in my shortstop silky attire, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the strawman or English see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut forepart wearing apparel. It's so unretentive that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the Casino entrance I saw all the rich multitude arriving in their axial motion Royces and other expensive railcar. I thought that there would be no hazard of us getting in, but we just walked direct in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing hundreds of thousands of Irish pound in indorsement. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood veracious next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie turn for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one paw, and then lost the lot, the next hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 proceedings, and for the last 5 he had one hand round the spine of her legs and up her apparel. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't give her anything early than a bit of joy.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's thrust away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or bird and top with us, but no other apparel. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing goose egg at all. When we did leave Jon to us to interface Grimaud, a fiddling village right on the coast with very nice looking small houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much solid ground space as the building. The house looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black drawing string vest. It consists of nothing More than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my indicator finger ( or pap ) through. There was only one man that took any sake in my transparent clothes. When we saw a distich of fair sex walking around wearing only bikini bottom of the inning, Debbie decided to lead her top off. I felt over-dressed.

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

The adolescent were a bit amused by our desolation, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A duad of cars honked their horn as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit rummy. Jon said that as it was our net Nox we had to drink all the wine-colored that we had left. We ended up have it away each early in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for gasoline or food. 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 interest, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to urge our buns or pap against the windows whenever we managed to appeal a man's aid by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't causal agency an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the pike and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the Nox so we put some clothes on and went in. The old fair sex who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The elbow room was a fair sizing, but in the lavatory they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French lav. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 situation for your base and a cakehole in the floor. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the first clock time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

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

That night we had our survive nighttime on French soil. We walked to a short café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's weaponry. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the fountainhead. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her endearing tit, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a young brace did descend in later on and expend quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them receive a secure looking at ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my peg quite wide. When they left the man had quite a gibbousness in the front 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 vino and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a well job that it was wickedness as I'm sure that my dress 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 sentiment. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My fountainhead damage. I could only look coffee ( in one of those big trough that the French people drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ sizeable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't much feel like flashing anyone.

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

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

Well, that's how our holiday in the south of Anatole France went. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's understand them and is felicitous with them.

making love

Vanessa