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

vacation in the South of France

Unlike most of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the carpenter's plane, Jon gave me 3 week notification of this holiday. I had to let the managing director of the Hair beauty shop where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the 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 do with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a elevator home. She was going to try to beguile Jon into letting her semen with us.

( For those of you that haven't learn my journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's slit Power ’, I should state you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't employment with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked untried 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 metre that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my fourth dimension at family naked, and when my close up protagonist come to travel to, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the former Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our spine garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked young woman waiting to attend to 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 nude ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her lilliputian daughter vox and asked him. At initiatory Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long intermission Debbie ground her tail down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence fille, you know that I have to a greater extent than enough twat waiting for me any metre that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long quiet Jon said,"okey then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet peter. As usual, Debbie's puss succus tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to issue forth with us she would own to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be average, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 weeks later, Debbie drove me dwelling 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 have a great deal baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing very much for most of the fourth dimension. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my stair ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bandeau and knee pants. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and ride down to Dover. It was a night ferryboat crossing and we were all too tired to take in any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the number 1 few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the superhighway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so practically warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a brusque melt off attire on ( and shoe ). My attire was tightish try-on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great eyeshot of her buns when the wind blew her dame up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the lav 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,"rightfield, this is where it starts, apparel of, variety out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a nimble glimpse of her, my dress was already up round my point. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C tit showing the effects of the impudent, warm French air on her nipple."Do you want to get ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's position and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to feature noticed the 2 defenseless girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-heeled in the back.

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

About 5 minute later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next eternal sleep region. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps 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 incline of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. fountainhead, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the armored combat vehicle 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 plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his point to tell me to calculate over to our right. There was a constabulary car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the freeway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to wax over into the back.

The rest of the journeying was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many multitude 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 minor township 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 property took a bit of finding, 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 delay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't pain in the ass him.

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

We all walked to the breast door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the figurehead doorway, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the incorrect shoes. The bungalow we wanted was another half mile down the route. The wretched 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 seat. It was fantastic. Four sleeping accommodation, its own little swimming pool in a small back garden, and no early building in sight.

We had a quick look bout then took our baggage in, then had flying swimming. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find out a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and wine. We didn't do much for the eternal rest of the day, other than eat, drink and relish the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate seam that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at aurora 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 clock time that he was going to get the food cook. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide of the mark apart and one hired man on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingerbreadth into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some brake shoe on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a itinerary through it when we heard interpreter. We followed the strait until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a twelve adolescent around 18 age old. Four daughter and two son. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a great deal fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water cold, my pap were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stoppage in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked rectify yesteryear us to their dress. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knee and to empale myself on him. No job there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the crotch hair. He must induce 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 teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want 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 great being able to walk through the countryside naked without having to interest about people getting disordered because we had no clothes on. It was so slacken and ‘ natural ’. The reinvigorated warm air helped as well.

back at the bungalow, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very loosen up afternoon and eve. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and bent down adjacent to Jon. She got appreciation of his pecker and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the tending and my pussy is feeling lonely."

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

That night I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoonful 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 food, wine-coloured and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any apparel, not even bathing suit ( I was a bit frustrated as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in public ).

It took us about an hour to get to a blank space called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the sea-coast. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirt and told us to will everything in the car and we walked down this little path to the beach. The only man-made object that we had with us were the car headstone, some suntan application and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively tranquility with only a handful of people on it. almost were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with muckle of hotels. By then there were mess and lot of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ Greenwich Village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amazing place, I never knew such piazza existed. We stayed there for virtually of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a convention village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ formula'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the storekeeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to deliver any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her liveliness. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's mental lexicon so she didn't have any problem fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the all weighing machine of affair. I was a bit, there must let been a couplet of thousand citizenry there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of nutrient and some wine. A number of other nude the great unwashed came and went. We weren't the sole ones who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a act of twosome ( every combination of sexuality ) making out, some in the minor sand sand dune, and other in the eye of the loose beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got nighttime we headed back and repel back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no mansion of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the repose of the stuff from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in Daniel Chester French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my headway on the 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 work force on the English of my head and gently bent me forward to have a feel to see what the equipment casualty was. Fortunately it was just a bulge and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his eye were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trouser were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That dayspring we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to break just my Patrick White Lycra Bikini top ( more worthy for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrapper around little chick that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in lieu by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my decent hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nada on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very scant ( 14 inches ), wet skirt. When she bent over even a piffling 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 pussycat on display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfits and we set off. We parked at the side of the road and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor house. poor people 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 dumpsite really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to discount him and try to get a few citizenry even hotter under their collar. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the freezers really had an impression on my tit. Debbie and I were almost having a competitor to see how we could shock individual the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of class we were obvious. Those multitude knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupefied. 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 madam face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to watch him. I don't think that us running would have given their security anything to be untrusting about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did find one apparel shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better feeling. The sales assistant was a miss of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must ingest thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the kickoff to wake the lady friend up. She dropped a wearing apparel on the level and bent-over ( at the waist ) to plunk it up. The female child got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its aura. As Debbie stood up she turned to the miss and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's slit. Debbie put the dress back on the wheel and pulled her chick back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 runway of clothes knowing full-of-the-moon well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my open fitting bikini top would strike to one side. As I got out the other side of meat I pretended not to observance and went up to the 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 mammilla went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest of drawers she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was nix more than a room about 10 feet public square with a bit of a curtain for a doorway. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too minuscule even for me. My bikini top and chick were off in indorsement and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the garb to cover my body. The lady friend saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the frock. 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 rip 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 chair facing the room access with my legs wide open. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to indicate Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a twosome of dresses. She said something to the daughter and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull in a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left mamilla, which made her shout a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my lot had changed,"looking at the young woman who didn't know where to look.

By the metre Debbie had decided that she didn't like the dress and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the 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 other wearing apparel in full purview of anyone who would experience 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 small triangle on my bosom, and a doll that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another garb and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the girl 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 girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to look her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his short to break a tractor trailer hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the wearing apparel and slipped it over his read/write head. By the sentence it slithered down his body, his trucking rig became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his cock and let it fall down. He turned his back to the daughter and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face up her showing the big tent in the figurehead that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right on tail and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a hour or so, even the daughter laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his dorsum to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the garb off and turned to the girl. Her eyes were glued to his prick 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 hand on my twat ( neither of us had bothered to try the clothes on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only fille,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last tenacious and I saw the miss gulp down his gift to her.

The daughter stood up and looked at us. When she saw what we were doing she lifted her bird and her mighty helping hand started on her puss ( she wasn't wearing any knee pants ). No Oklahoman that she'd started the bell rang. She swore ( I think ), and went out. We dressed in our own wearing apparel and went out. She stopped talking to the new customer and stared at us as we left.

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

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

spinal column at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick kale and didn't even realize. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit kale'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the simoleons and said,"How do nearly of the French hoi polloi carry their dinero home ? Have a face round next time were out."The second thing that happened was that I forgot to take my wearing apparel off as soon as I got into the bungalow. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the pot and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few hebdomad since my tail end had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked beat for something to warm my bottom and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and take hold of my articulatio talocruralis, which were about a ft apart. Jon then proceeded to cave in 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 reason, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, O.K. 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 clobber it. Debbie did the same then licked her finger. I moaned a niggling 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 small town. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a slim down cotton ‘ A'dame ( Jon's choice, probably because it was blowy ). Debbie also wore a flimsy cotton ‘ A'wench and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the exclusively café / bar in the situation and doubled its customer count. 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 chick flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare stomach. The light source wasn't that good, and we had our stage quite close together.

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

Jon wanted to get a proficient nighttime 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 Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful coming when I heard Jon moving around in his toilet. I wanted to revert the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up agile. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her abject lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, lovesome, cheery morning and I set out the food on the table out the rear. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a twosome of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his chocolate he told me to bow over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this first light harbour't you ?"Feeling a bit shamed and submissive I said,"Yes, passe-partout. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ right field then, get me strong then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more than of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his gumshoe was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm covetous,"and poured herself a coffee tree. She watched us have a long slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very loosen day. Well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's sojourn 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 thin hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to keep open stopping either to nullify having an coming there and then, or to actually have one.

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

Jon found the unit episode quite amusing.

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

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

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

Th

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a world swim pool. He decided that the best property to witness one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little doll and meridian and off we went. After what seemed the like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in Marseille.

The initiative thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no divide surface area for men and women. There were also field on terrace with clothes lure as well as piffling changing carrel. It looked like some people got changed in full perspective of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

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

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one slice one that you put your head through then let it settle down your front. You then tidy the front out and then push the scummy bits through your leg and seize the cords that then come round your waist to fix near your belly button. To draw it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the back of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to cover your titty. It then goes down in a cryptic ‘ V'going over your twat, still in two patch that are only about an inch across-the-board. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back persona about half an in apart just where your arse hole is. The binding is like a to the full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front as two thin tie electric cord. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front role. When I put it on and slant forward with it fastened underneath the front man theatrical role, the figurehead share hangs forward leaving my boob and pubic bone exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clitoris inside the 2 strawman parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front act that nearly cover my bosom. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the corduroy attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top role of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my slit when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroy go either side of my slit and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass fling. The 2 cord then role company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to join to the top of chest bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The bathing costume that Debbie wore is bad enough to hold back in berth, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the cord pulled tight it either disappears into my twat or one of my white meat pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to depict what small material body that was covered to the adolescent, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went tranquillize and I felt my juices flow. That conversant tingle in my kitty was making me finger goodness.

I turned rung with my backrest to the teenagers and bent over. They got a expectant view of my ass and snatch 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 recollective time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to sustain trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the battlefront straightened out, she had to sit down to hold it well-fixed to fasten it round her waistline. She made sure that her ramification were wide overt 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 respectable eyeful of his trucking rig. Jon put on a dyad of his very well mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our dress in a locker and went out to the consortium. There were great deal of people there, and many of women were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't smell that much out of stead. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The puddle is quite big with slides and a wave political machine. There's an outside component with sunbeds on the locoweed. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boy and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the dispute between the French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to pass on some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the sliding board was fun, each metre I wanted to go up the stair I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in battlefront of him. A few time I could really finger their heart staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to form sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every meter I got to the backside, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a mates of singular looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same grouping of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our storage locker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our metre, and paid limited attention to the occupy bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the cuss jaws drop. I did observe a couple of bump in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the feller, his face went lustrous red, but he didn't occlusive looking. Anyway, we eventually put our wench and teetotum on and we all left.

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

Friday

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

The journey might possess only been about 100 miles, but it took hours. By the clock 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 first gear cottage.

This bungalow was even Thomas More removed and large than the first one. The rachis garden was massive with grass mound to one face and a big forest to the other.

Saturday

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

After luncheon Jon decided that we'd punter feel a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little bird and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear upon my bikini doll ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nix under it ), and my Theodore Harold White bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to slant forward a picayune bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raffaello Santi and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a bottle of wine-colored when Debbie set over in social movement of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an fortuity. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a Gallic person's car as it reversed out of a parking distance. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to break that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the masses in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation sentinel ( 3 fellow and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and woman in their of late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to babble out to them whilst the guide went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go round with us whilst the young lady wanted to get on with the shopping. phonograph needle to say that the lads got hard-ons from the display that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a venture guide drawing card and had organised a few similar touring trips round Europe. He'd had a mini-bus partitioning on him and knew what problems you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the kid got used to the thought. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off subject 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 kip and getting a drink, Jon and the drawing card left. Debbie took heraldic bearing and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the eventide meal prepare then told them about Jon's firm rule. I could see the lads middle 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 clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could put on as much or as fiddling as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what trivial clothes we were wearing.

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

Debbie and me got chatting to the kid and discovered that they're all from British capital and are quite a favorable lot. We got on well with them. Angie was the only one who wasn't too glad about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one full stop some of them had been in the puddle and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most outspoken of the girls ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his typeface was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did experience a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the early 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 pegleg and pulled his trunks down. There were cheerfulness from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

Debbie's natural process had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get unfreeze 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 other fellow said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the female child went to start getting the intellectual nourishment ready and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drinkable got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy gang telling narration and jokes when one of the female child suggested we play ‘ truth or dare ’. Angie wasn't too exquisite but alcohol had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the Gunter Grass and play it by spinning an void vino bottle. The one who the bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared chump to take her two-piece top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out founder these ‘ large'white breasts with dinkey piffling hard nipples.

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

Next, Karenic asked Pete when he last had a cock sucking. Pete blushed but said 3 weeks ago.

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

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

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

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a couplet of the girls, as Debbie spread her branch encompassing and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussycat, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the only person who wasn't naked or in just Bikini bottoms was Angie. All 3 lad were naked and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to order everyone how I got my gold rings in my kitty, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in lull fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spreadeagle, about 3 infantry from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather prole hole punch to put the holes in my puss sass. There were a few cringes as I told them the survive bit, and then silence. I had to prompt them about the second part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to watch about giving a woman delight, but it was skillful, 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 moment 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 net ball get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked good as they all held her spreadeagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karenic's post and Karen put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in turning to thumb fuck Angie, even the lads. By the time the one-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 Thomas More.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our hosts we would be honoured if you would take parting in our ritual. Please finger free to use Angie's snatch 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'flavour on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either English of her head and lowered my pussy onto her nerve, then bent forward and started eating her pussy.

For a girl who gave the feeling that she was a virgin before that Night, she did a good job on my pussy. I was just getting her finis to cumming when Debbie bent down in presence of me. She had this big candle in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my button. I gasped and came. It only took a few diagonal with the candle to make Angie cum.

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

That brought the game of Sojourner Truth 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 theme for another game. The only trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ daughter only'biz. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 fille there that would have taken part - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more room than one.

The biz was that each of us lady friend had to pick up an empty wine bottleful and move it over a line about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to abide the feeding bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few gossip like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of view we were all lined up with a feeding bottle at our substructure. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and spike myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing communication channel.

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

This went on for a good 5 minutes 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 hold a baulk. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a bottle of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a replete 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 necessitate the telegram and the big bobber out. He said yes, but told me not to talk any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground cook to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as light, my Vaginal system of weights Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself ok, but as I lifted it off the dry land it started to dislocate out. It didn't total right out, but it hit the earth with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of coke on the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of Champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the house of cards start to jump into my pussy. Within a few second gear my twat felt like it was being invaded by zillion of ants. The pleasure was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to proceed it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the dry land I was cumming as skilful as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ant were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it commodity ? 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 photographic camera and was taking scene of me.

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

That game died and the talking keep. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking pic of all the naked 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 pointedness Jake drew our aid to Angie who had drunk so a great deal that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a snotty bitch at times, 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 multitude were a bit slow on the uptake, but after a couple of mo everyone agreed.

There was a bit of question as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, derive on Tom, make me a hand to sway her interior. 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 mitt holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom of the inning half by standing in between her peg and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her quiescence bag. When she didn't even stir, mug said,"right hand, that's it, the persnickety bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving gear mechanism. It didn't take Jake and mark long to fill in the project without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her leg spacious apart.

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

Dominicus

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

I went and put the kettle on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her elbow 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 snatch was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten proceedings ago."Debbie still looked stick 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 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 elbow room, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another room all still short to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her quiescence bag. I have to admit that Angie did look good with her small bosom, slender physical body and bald pussy.

I went and got a deep brown and sat outside in the beautiful aurora sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various nation of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to do to life. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still stagnant to the world.

About 30 moment later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to have it off who had done the deed. Of course no one admitted to it, all most people could do was jape 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 kitty eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the syndicate, enjoying the sun. near of the kids were either naked or had just bikini seat or bole on. They had got used to the nudeness and even the lad's no longer had permanent wave erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the hard liquor that we'd all downed the former 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 time. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickers, bra, trousers, legging, leotards or trunks. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

No sooner that we'd unloaded the car back at the cottage than Jon, Carla and doyen arrived back. I think the 2 leader got a bit of a jounce when they came round the rear of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of course, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough wearable on to comprehend our interesting piece and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant eve eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my ramification slightly apart for nearly of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no dress'day for us. The most commove thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his chamber and told me to flex over with my ramification apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator rightfulness into my pussy. I was a picayune 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 windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the keister and put her hand onto my snatch. Needless to say her script got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"sentiment so, you horny piffling bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smack your pussycat. That delicious fragrance has been getting warm ever since we left the cottage. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

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

We pulled off the road onto a car Mungo Park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car park 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, suntan application and bottle of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the low dunes.

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

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubitus I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to do sure that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigaret 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 wearing apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the substance and leftfield, but not before having a serious stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this Jehovah holler and bloody big plane flew operating expense. It was so low that I could finger the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ turmoil'that had been building up in me disappeared warm than that carpenter's plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 Sir Thomas More men come to try to natter me up. The twinkle for a coffin nail must be a standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semifinal hard-on as he stood between my infantry. I think we both spent a entire moment mesmerised looking at each other's genital organ before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the minute he left I had my second coming of the day, and it was stronger than the first. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( much big than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

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

We had a bang-up day on the beach, swim and whipping. 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 on the vibration in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each clock time that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid good afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main slide road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to extend up the side of the river. That was until a couple 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 position of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the sheet that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

Back at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a campsite and wandered stave. We got a few queer expression, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That Nox we had a quiet nighttime round the consortium. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each former. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying competition that we had with the Venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her borrow my snatch exercising weight lifting equipment.

After the wine-colored bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottleful that there was in the cottage. There was quite a kind, but the ones Jon was concern in were the spacious ones. The next half hr was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine-colored feeding bottle ) was a Coke feeding bottle. The contents of a few wine bottles were inside my venter and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke bottleful went in quite well-off. At one full point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have fuss getting it out. It got so far, and so tricky, that it was unmanageable for Jon or Debbie to get a traction 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 black German vino bottle, it had a very short circuit neck then bulged out to the chief section which was a good 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her mitt in, before my brawn tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitating, 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 lots 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 form certainly that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some swath and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and branch to the table pegleg. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to arrest being pudding head, all her drawers were back in England. I think my head must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was prissy and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my backtalk and played with her little clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his tool in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide. I did sense 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 propel out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the spirit of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her kitty. It took about 5 instant and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unanimous hand had disappeared.

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

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

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

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

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would birth a walkway 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 great number of char walking along the seafront in their thong two-piece, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our dresses off and stand there naked while we arranged our bathing costume. I wore my sling swimming costume and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the Dixie of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault.

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

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

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive restaurant. All through the repast my clothes up round my waist and the waiter could easily see my pussycat. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all 100 of times before, or he was gay.

Th

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a hurt dress, short dame, top and plenty cogwheel to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the illustrious casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hour to get there going along the seacoast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some honest flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very loose harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a pass round part of the G Prix racing circuit and told us to go for a walk of life round the seaport 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 whole spot was full of expensive racing yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them toll Thomas More than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing tablet on them. One had the chopper there as well. I lost count of the routine that had cars parked on them.

Quite a number had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in Patrick Victor Martindale White uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young cleaning woman. Don't know if it was the full-of-the-moon work party or just section of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her backside. She may have been wearing a G-string ; it was difficult to evidence at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could have been some ‘ interesting'fourth dimension 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 courageousness, or the real desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed ilk miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some nutrient and a yoke of bottles of wine-coloured. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to prompt my chair round a bit so that he could get a proper look up my annulus. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my allow hip is the thin cord that ties the doll together. Jon thought that he was trying to affirm that I had zero on underneath it. I gave him a soundly ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 minuscule rings in my pussy.

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

I felt goodness walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the straw man or position see all my boob. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front wearing apparel. It's so unforesightful that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the Casino incoming I saw all the rich people arriving in their cast Royces and other expensive cars. I thought that there would be no chance 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 one thousand of pounds in seconds. They never even batted an lid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood properly succeeding 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 adjacent hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the in conclusion 5 he had one hired hand round the spinal column of her ramification and up her garb. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't give her anything former than a bit of pleasance.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hr's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or doll and top with us, but no other dress. We didn't wear anything until later good afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing cypher at all. When we did leave Jon to us to embrasure Grimaud, a little village right on the coast with very skillful looking small house surrounded by piss. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the snatch of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as practically ground space as the edifice. The houses looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The frock that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a nigrify drawing string vest. It consists of nada Thomas More than 100 of muddle, all big enough to get my indicator finger ( or mamilla ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my cobwebby dress. When we saw a couplet of women walking around wearing only bikini rear, Debbie decided to subscribe her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside cubicle. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the stand. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to detain naked. He said that it's the difference of opinion 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 couple of auto honked their trump as they went passed us.

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

Saturday

Bit of a bad point when I woke up. I lay there for a while 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 France. We stayed naked all the metre except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked hoi polloi. A bit disappointing really.

going round the Paris ring route was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to entreat our backsides or titty against the windows whenever we managed to draw in a man's attending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't crusade an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a low Greenwich Village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old adult female who ran the response gave us a filthy looking when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair sizing, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old manner French toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the level. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the first fourth dimension that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct twelvemonth ago.

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

That night we had our last nighttime on Gallic grunge. We walked to a slight café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the drumhead. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her cover girl breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The bulk of hoi polloi in the café were old men, but a young couplet did come in later on and expend quite a bit of clip staring at us. Jon told me to let them receive a dear feel ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite wide. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the strawman of his pant. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky fille'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

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

Billy Sunday

My straits trauma. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big sports stadium that the French people drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ respectable'wearing apparel, 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 prompt it was. I was just starting to sense almost homo again when we arrived back home.

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

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

honey

Vanessa