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

holiday in the Confederacy of France

Unlike about of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 minute before we climb on the airplane, Jon gave me 3 workweek notice of this holiday. I had to let the coach of the Hair beauty salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girls that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could get along with us without inaugural discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her seed with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my Journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's kitty-cat Power ’, I should differentiate you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to reach her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her slit at them. However, it doesn't employment with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked vernal adult female around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini drunken revelry ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many times 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 time at home naked, and when my near friends come to chat, they are usually naked within instant of arriving. Only the former Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent nigh of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our second garden. )

Debbie and I got base before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 nude girls waiting to dish out his tea. After about 10 bit 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 quit 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 outset Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long interruption Debbie soil her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference lady friend, you know that I have Sir Thomas More than sufficiency pussy waiting for me any sentence that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another longsighted secretiveness Jon said,"okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to make clean up his wet dick. As common, Debbie's twat succus tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to number 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 fair, yes she does. I can't retrieve one sentence when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 workweek later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our service department. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for nigh of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 item 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 stride ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and motor 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 first few hours that we were in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the motorway tolbooth. 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 happy that I only had a shortsighted thin garb on ( and shoe ). My dress was tightish appointment, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a enceinte view of her nates when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilette 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, 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 glimpse of her, my clothes was already up round my point. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C white meat showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side of meat and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 nude girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the back.

Driving on the ‘ awry'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a span of railcar 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 tits."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the side by side rest region. I parked the car on the external row of petrol ticker and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the slope of the car that the army 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 cooler was full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my credit card was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his top dog to tell 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 room access and told me to climb over into the back.

The respite of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many the great unwashed can repulse 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-scale town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our apparel back on, as we had to find someone there. The plaza took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to remain at. We the headed off south down this route that got narrow and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the rightfield seat as it didn't spirit like what he was expecting, but that didn't infliction 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 regulation that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the property. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the middle of nowhere so that was mulct by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front man doorway, it opened and an old man looked at us in obfuscation. In very poor French, Jon managed to make that we were in the amiss place. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her back end as she walked.

We eventually found the rightfield place. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming pool in a small-scale back garden, and no other construction in sight.

We had a immediate look round then took our luggage in, then had nimble swimming. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with oodles of food and wine. We didn't do much for the respite of the day, former than eat, potable and relish the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and chocolate in the pot. He told me that it was the last meter that he was going to get the solid food fix. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand 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 shoes on ( Jon said that place don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded arena and were walking along a itinerary through it when we heard articulation. We followed the phone until we saw a clarification with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the urine were half a twelve teenager around 18 years old. Four girls and two male child. 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 instant or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverbank before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic tomentum on any of us ; but we were right in the urine before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water cold, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the piss long and we lay on the grass in the piddling clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right yesteryear us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could sense the middle staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a erection. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to spike myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boy looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the weed and watched us.

When Jon had filled my snatch we got up and continued exploring. We went along the like path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little small town. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air through that au naturel, 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 capable to walk through the countryside naked without having to concern about mass getting discompose because we had no clothes on. It was so unstrain and ‘ born ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

rear at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the nutrient 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 headliner, Debbie got up and bent down following to Jon. She got hold of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

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

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

Monday

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

It took us about an hour to get to a piazza called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a fiddling car ballpark on the outskirts and told us to give everything in the car and we walked down this minuscule caterpillar track to the beach. The only when semisynthetic objects that we had with us were the car Francis Scott Key, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet down with only a smattering of people on it. virtually were naked. We walked westward ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with set of hotels. By then there were portion and lots of mass, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ settlement ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an mystify place, I never knew such plaza existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a pattern village, the great unwashed doing everything that happens in a ‘ convention'village, but no one was wearing a matter. Even the storekeeper 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 time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any trouble appointment in. She never knew such property existed and she was amazed by the hale scale leaf of things. I was a bit, there must hold been a duet of yard people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the station, but it had grown since he was death there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of intellectual nourishment and some wine-colored. A number of other raw people came and went. We weren't the only unity who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the early way, with the hamlet on our left. As we got further on we saw a number of couples ( every combining of sexes ) making out, some in the small sand dunes, and early in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first of all and had breakfast ready. There was still no polarity 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 iron 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 top dog on the kick lid. I cursed and held my forefront as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his men on the slope of my head and gently deform me forward to have a expression to see what the harm was. Fortunately it was just a excrescence and as I rubbed it and the pain get less I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my header anymore, and his pant 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 morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my Theodore Harold White Lycra bikini top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini wench. This is a wrapping around little skirt that's about 10 in long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inch ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a release, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inches ), soaked skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her knocker and the wench rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and snatch on presentation, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our rig and we set off. We parked at the slope 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 obedience 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 discount him and try to get a few masses even hotter under their pinch. And we did. We spent age bending over the freezer and squatting down to get something from the buns shelf. The cold of the deep freezer really had an effect on my pap. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could appal soul the most without making things too obvious. Daft statement, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big cultivated carrot. At one item I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old peeress face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so lots 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 have got hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did find one dress store that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better flavour. The gross revenue assistant was a daughter of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British multitude are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to awaken the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to piece it up. The girls got a prospicient eyeful of Debbie's slit in all its gloriole. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girlfriend and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's puss. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her doll back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 railing of apparel knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in battlefront of me, my loose fitting two-piece top would displace to one slope. As I got out the former incline I pretended not to bill and went up to the female child to ask her if I could try on the dress in my deal. I watched her centre and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest of drawers she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing elbow room was zero more than a room about 10 feet hearty with a bit of a curtain for a room access. The dress I'd picked was quite Nice, no arms or shoulder joint straps, but it was obviously too low even for me. My bikini top and wench were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to insure 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 elbow room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the garb. She was looking up and down my nude presence. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the frock. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got puzzle 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 chairwoman facing the door with my peg broad receptive. She saw my kitty 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 span of dresses. She said something to the girl and started to plunder. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a clothes over her head. When her weapon system were up in the air I pinched her left tit, which made her call a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my portion had changed,"looking at the young woman who didn't know where to look.

By the prison term 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 wearing apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The young lady 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 store Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in wax position of anyone who would take in been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feeling at all exposed, but there again having walked around the townspeople wearing only 2 small triangles on my knocker, and a wench that when opened up is only 20 column inch by 10 column inch, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress 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 looking at dependable in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to offend the girl 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 answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to front her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his trunks to reveal a semi erection. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his question. By the time it slithered down his physical structure, his semi became a full and the nominal head of the wearing apparel rested on top of it. He lifted it over his hawkshaw and let it settle. He turned his rear to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised little girl just did it. He turned round to present her showing the big tent in the front that the girlfriend was staring at. Even Jon had to include that he looked a correctly prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the missy laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the attire off and turned to the female child. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her drub her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the garb on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't terminal long and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

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

We left one very disappointed girl in that store. I'm sure she must consume gone in the back when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head up back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the straw man and left one leg on the paving whilst Debbie climbed onto the back arse on her hands and knee. What a sight we must have been.

Back at the bungalow we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two affair happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French lodge breads and didn't even actualize. St. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the sugar and said,"How do near of the French people carry their pelf plate ? Have a look round side by side time were out."The endorse thing that happened was that I forgot to take my clothes 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 privy and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few workweek since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at metre. Jon looked rhythm for something to warm my ass and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and take hold of my ankles, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to give me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

Debbie watched all this and then said to me,"I don't know why you put up with Jon doing that ?"I replied,"Two reasons, firstly I deserved it, and secondly I enjoyed it."Debbie said,"Hmm, okay then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing miss !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the Saami then licked her finger. I moaned a slight as she touched my snatch. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the road until we came to that little settlement. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton plant ‘ A'chick ( Jon's choice, probably because it was verbose ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and the craw top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the topographic point and doubled its customer count. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit airy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would have seen was our bare stomachs. The short wasn't that just, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the settlement to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to pillage off and we all walked back in the darkness, naked. It was a upright job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up ahead of time opinion very felicitous and sexy, to come up Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lip and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, quick, cheery morning and I set out the intellectual nourishment on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couplet of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to turn away over and touch my ankle joint. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit shamefaced and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any Thomas More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm green-eyed,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a recollective slow nooky as she eat her breakfast.

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

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

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

That dark was spent eating and drinking wine-coloured outside the vertebral column of the cottage.

I wish more days 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 public swim pond. He decided that the unspoiled place to ascertain one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on piffling skirts and tiptop and off we went. After what seemed like hour of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in Marseille.

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

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

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

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it lessen down your front. You then straighten the figurehead out and then crusade the lower moment through your legs and take hold of the cords that then come round your waistline to fasten near your belly button. To report it another way, it started as a thin strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to cover your breasts. It then goes down in a mysterious ‘ V'going over your twat, still in two pieces that are only about an column inch across-the-board. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back region about half an inch apart just where your derriere hole is. The book binding is like a full phase of the moon, high-cut Bikini bottom back that comes round to the presence as two thin tie cords. These corduroy can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front percentage. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the presence part, the forepart constituent hangs forward leaving my knocker and pubis exposed. I also have bother keeping my clit inside the 2 battlefront parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front line fleck that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my white meat, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 corduroys then go down my front and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either side of meat of my pussy and are fastened together where they suffer to go up my ass crack. The 2 cord then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my berm to unite to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the slope it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The bathing suit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in space, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what slight human body that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my annulus whilst facing them, they all went muted and I felt my juices flow. That familiar prickling in my pussy was making me finger dependable.

I turned circle with my back to the adolescent and bent over. They got a great position of my ass and kitty-cat as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my bathing suit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long fourth dimension untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to stimulate worry untangling her bathing costume. When she got it over her cervix and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to make it sluttish to fasten it round her waist. She made certainly that her legs were wide-cut subject 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 ripe eyeful of his trailer truck. Jon put on a distich of his fine mesh net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of grounds of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a cabinet and went out to the pool. There were stack of mass there, and many of women were wearing thong bikini so we didn't look that a good deal out of plaza. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with swoop and a wave political machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of aid from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French people and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to impart some of the British people swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each prison term I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front end of him. A few times I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. phonograph needle to say I'd plication over in movement of each of them, just to make sure enough that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming kitty that made me wet. Going down the coast was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the merchantman, one of my nipples was showing.

acquiring changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny looks, but that's all. The Best bit was getting dried. The like 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 tending to the interesting minute. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipple a couple of clock time, and licking a finger's breadth that I'd slowly inserted into my kitty-cat. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop. I did mark a couple of swelling in the adolescent's trunks, and when I stared at one of the gent, his case went brilliant red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and cover on and we all left.

We had a pleasant eve 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 West until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a berth called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journeying might have only been about 100 miles, but it took time of day. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a unspoilt job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even more remote and bigger than the commencement one. The rear garden was massive with pasture hills to one English 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 dear witness a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little chick and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my two-piece skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to lean forward a piffling bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raffaello Sanzio and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One misfortunate man dropped a bottle of vino when Debbie bent over in front man of him.

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

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

On the driveway back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a Venture talent scout drawing card and had organised a few similar touring tripper round European Union. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what trouble you can have.

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

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the tiddler where to sleep and getting a deglutition, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took electric charge and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the eventide meal gear up then told them about Jon's family principle. I could see the fella eyes light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that formula doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my wearing apparel on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could fatigue as much or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what footling clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the syndicate. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the fille were just wearing Bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a lash bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full bikinis. 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 60 minutes ), the football started getting thrown around again and matter went back to normal.

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

At one degree 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 outspoken of the girlfriend ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a erection looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his nerve was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did possess 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 right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his ramification and pulled his trunks down. There were cheers from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

Debbie's 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 bit later wearing a unlike twosome of tree trunk and no hard-on. One of the other lads said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the young woman went to start out getting the food set up and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

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

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

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

Jake then dared mark to take her Bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ orotund'white titty with dinkey piddling difficult nipples.

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

Next, Karen asked Pete when he in conclusion had a blowjob. Pete blushed but said 3 week ago.

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own slit. When she touched herself outside her two-piece buns I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a petty suspension she put her manus down the social movement and right wing over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

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

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to build herself cum. There were sunshine from the fella, and a mates of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs across-the-board and started frigging. There was secrecy as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't taradiddle long to start moaning, then cum.

By that sentence the only if person who wasn't naked or in just two-piece arse was Angie. All 3 chap were naked and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to enjoin everyone how I got my gold rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 feet from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole puncher to put the holes in my pussy backtalk. There were a few cringes as I told them the shoemaker's last bit, and then quiet. I had to remind them about the second persona of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman pleasure, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a couplet of minutes Kirsty said,"This unit has a report to exist up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"Come on Army of the Pure get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a dainty body and looked dear as they all held her rout while Kirsty started pushing her finger up her kitty. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's billet and Karenic put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to feel ass Angie, even the lads. By the metre the fourth part mortal 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 boniface we would be honoured if you would require division in our ritual. Please feel free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the way and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for more'look on her face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my pussy onto her brass, then stoop forward and started eating her twat.

For a little girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that night, she did a in effect job on my slit. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in straw man of me. She had this big candela in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few cerebrovascular accident with the candle to pretend Angie cum.

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

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

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

The plot was that each of us young lady had to pick up an empty wine bottle and move it over a line about 20 infantry away. Only problem was that we could only use our hands to suffer 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 sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few scuttlebutt like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of view we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the feeding bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing lineage.

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

This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the billet. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to let a deterrent. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottleful of inexpensive champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could contract the conducting wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to wassail it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground prepare to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal weightiness Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the airstream I managed to impale myself ok, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't total ripe out, but it hit the soil with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an subject can of C on the tabular array and then just keep an eye on it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rebel into my cunt. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by gazillion of ants. The joy was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the feeding bottle to go along it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the terra firma I was cumming as safe as ever. It felt a bit like the prison term that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like jillion of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the nursing bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like blaze.

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 nursing bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half full. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the residuum out of my pussy like a outflow."There it is !"I said.

That game died and the talking continued. Patsy was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( stark with erection ) was still taking pic of all the naked soundbox. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete secern Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one full point Jake drew our attending to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at times, how about we give her something to remember this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okeh', Jake said,"A shave."One or two multitude were a bit slow on the consumption, but after a couple of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would rouse up so Jake said,"Okay, add up on Tom, give me a hand to carry her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top half from behind her with his paw holding her mammilla, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even shift, Patsy said,"right field, that's it, the stuck-up beef gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the grazing geartrain. It didn't take Jake and mug long to complete the job without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her peg wide of the mark apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's redress 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 pegleg opened to give me better access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the sentence 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 center. 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 way. 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 bridge player in the air and smiled saying,"ten second ago."Debbie still looked amaze 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 ease 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 dead to the world. Angie was still rout on her quiescence bag. I have to admit that Angie did front right with her small tits, slender figure and bald kitty.

I went and got a coffee tree and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in assorted states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid first light everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to issue forth to sprightliness. individual asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still absolutely to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to have sex who had done the deed. Of course of action no one admitted to it, all most people could do was gag at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the pool eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pool, enjoying the sun. virtually of the kidskin were either naked or had just bikini bottoms or luggage compartment on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the booze that we'd all downed the previous night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes 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 pants, bandeau, pant, legging, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a small surprise and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

No sooner that we'd unloaded the car back at the cottage than Jon, Carla and Dean arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock when they came round the spinal column 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 protests, the tike put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

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

Mon

Monday was another ‘ going out with no wearing apparel'day for us. The most charge matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to turn away over with my leg apart. He then pushed my petty ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diam ) remote controlled vibrator rightfulness into my pussy. I was a piffling dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low hurrying and told me not to narrate 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 tail and put her handwriting onto my slit. phonograph needle to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"Thought so, you horny lilliputian bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smack your pussy. That delightful aroma has been getting hard ever since we left the cottage. somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the relaxation of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of dealings on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a dim bit of observance that all 3 of us were utter bare. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief lash bikini. Not even a clash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car car 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 placard of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, tan lotion and bottles of H2O and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small dune.

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

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote control controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in slow mode ) just before they left. About 10 minutes later I was just getting close to having my kickoff orgasm 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 cover girl look in my kitty and hadn't heard or seen him hail up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubital joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to clear sure that the vibration was well cover 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 cognize 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 content and left hand, but not before having a practiced stare.

I'd just settled down to a decent dreamy, exciting and frustrating academic term when I heard this Almighty holla and bloody big airplane flew command overhead. It was so low that I could feel the swig of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the next time of day or so I had 3 more men come to try to chatter me up. The lighter for a cigarette 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 lump, and he did have a big rig erection as he stood between my pes. I think we both spent a full phase of the moon minute mesmerised looking at each other's genitals before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the second he left I had my second orgasm of the day, and it was secure than the beginning. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( lots bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

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

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

Jon had me observe 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 legal injury with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to stay on up the side of the river. That was until a mates 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 side of the river and came to this airfield. It must sustain been from there that the carpenter's plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to move around back, this landrover 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 knack around for long.

rear at the beach we walked the contrary way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a camping ground and wandered stave. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That nighttime we had a quiet night round the kitty. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying competition that we had with the venture pathfinder. I won again, and Debbie made me forebode to let her adopt my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine feeding bottle, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a miscellanea, but the ones Jon was interest in were the wide ones. The next half hr was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing nursing bottle into my snatch. The first one that went in ( after the cervix of the wine nursing bottle ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few wine bottles were interior my stomach and I was well-chosen and relaxed so the blow nursing bottle went in quite easygoing. At one head Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so tricky, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a handle on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few feeding bottle made it in, but the biggest was a Joseph Black German wine bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main component which was a good 3 in in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me make relaxed more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her helping hand in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few clip 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 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 whack and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her implements of war and legs to the tabular array leg. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my oral fissure and played with her piffling clit for long time. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his peter in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide. I did finger 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 incite out of the way. He stared with 2 finger's breadth then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the look of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussycat. It took about 5 mo and the odd flinch from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole deal had disappeared.

Wanting to stimulate the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't block when she came, but went on for another couple of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big feeding bottle, I want the big bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her kitty."God that's sound"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 experimentation with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine bottles in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that idea. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either side of Jon that night. I think that he had a deal inside Debbie when she went to log Z's ; I know that his give hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

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

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

Wed

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

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the big number of cleaning woman walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the like. We went to the car and changed into our bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our wearing apparel off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my triangular bandage swimsuit and Debbie wore my early bathing costume, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

Walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and excited. At one point a policeman came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was ease up us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a office where there wasn't a footer ford.

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to three-card monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to charter a sassy dress, brusque wench, top and enough gear to stimulate ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous Casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hour to get there going along the coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a bird and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very informal crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round voice of the Grand Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing boat anywhere to be seen. The entirely place was full of expensive yacht. C of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million Ezra Pound each. There was even a couple that had chopper landing launching pad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had cars parked on them.

Quite a act had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

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

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed similar miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of feeding bottle of vino. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair round down a bit so that he could get a proper look up my chick. 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 left hip is the thin cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had zero on underneath it. I gave him a upright ten min of him having a expert look at the 2 little rings in my pussy.

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



As we were walking up to the gambling casino entrance I saw all the productive hoi polloi arriving in their Rolls Royces and former expensive railcar. 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 C of yard of pounds in second gear. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right adjacent 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 next hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 instant, and for the live 5 he had one hand round the back of her legs and up her wearing apparel. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingerbreadth in her kitty-cat. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of delight.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned common enough ( with invidia ) 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 minute's parkway away. Jon told us that we might take a wearing apparel or skirt and top with us, but no other wearing apparel. We didn't wear anything until late good afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing goose egg at all. When we did give Jon to us to interface Grimaud, a trivial Greenwich Village right on the coast with very nice looking low sign surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venice that I've seen on the TV. weewee taking up as much ground distance as the building. The houses 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 train singlet. It consists of goose egg More than one C of yap, all big enough to get my power finger ( or tit ) through. There was only one man that took any interest group in my see-through dress. When we saw a duet of women walking around wearing only Bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the bungalow Jon decided to buy some fruit from a roadside stall. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to quell 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 desolation, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of car honked their horns as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our terminal Night we had to drink all the wine-coloured that we had left. We ended up ass each other in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad brain 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 time except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen nude hoi polloi. A bit unsatisfying really.

loss round the Paris ring road was a bit more occupy, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to weightlift our backsides or teat against the windows whenever we managed to draw in a man's attention by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't movement an accident.

Just magnetic north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a minuscule village. Jon found a niggling old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old charwoman who ran the reception gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one way with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a carnival size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old dash Daniel Chester French toilets. There's aught to sit on, just 2 seat for your fundament and a hole in the floor. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the kickoff metre that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become nonextant age ago.

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

That dark we had our last dark on French people soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few point when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely white meat, and a annulus that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet frock. The majority of citizenry in the café were old men, but a young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them make a full look ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my leg quite all-inclusive. When they left the man had quite a gibbousness in the front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky female child'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite felicitous on the wine-coloured and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a sound job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist to the highest degree of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the doorway at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a Night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Dominicus

My read/write head hurt. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big bowls that the Gallic drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear thin a ‘ hefty'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't practically feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the double-dyed holiday with a perfect tense fucking ( well as unadulterated as a auto can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an minute on the screwing motorcar ( show 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 France went. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to issue all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is felicitous with them.

Love

Vanessa