The escapade I'm about to describe happened in recently outflow of 2000 when Jon took me to the South of France for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike most of our misstep abroad when Jon doesn't narrate me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the aeroplane, Jon gave me 3 hebdomad notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the fuzz 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 come with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a rhytidectomy home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't record my journal, or the narrative of ‘ Debbie's kitty-cat power ’, I should tell 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 study with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked offspring 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 bacchanalia ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many meter 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 conclude friends come to visit, they are usually naked within minutes of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 mo of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her bare ( probably soaking wet ) puss onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets base as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a retentive pause Debbie land her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence girl, you know that I have more than decent pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another foresightful silence Jon said,"O.K. 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 dick. As usual, Debbie's puss juice tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to amount with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really receive lots baggage ; 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 point that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of bloomers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bra and pants. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and tug down to capital of Delaware. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to give birth any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few hours that we were in Anatole France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tolbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest region and we went to get some breakfast. It's so a good deal warmer in France and I was gladiola that I only had a little thin dress on ( and shoes ). My apparel was tightish adjustment, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great view of her backside when the flatus blew her annulus up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"right wing, this is where it starts, clothes of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a spry glance of her, my dress was already up lash out my header. When I turned to her, her top covered her headland. Her beautiful 34C bosom showing the effects of the refreshing, ardent French air on her mamilla."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 raw girl getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfy in the backrest.

drive on the ‘ wrongfulness'side of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ hoaxer'a twosome of railroad car at foremost. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her mammilla."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 60 minutes later I decided that we had better get some gas so I pulled into the next relief area. 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 pump that we were parked on, and the face of the car that the storage tank filler was, Debbie could fulfil the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the heart behind us. He just stared.

When the armored combat vehicle was full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to tell me to reckon over to our rightfulness. There was a police car parked there with both policemen looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the number one wood's door and told me to wax over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many masses can labour and take the air around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a little town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our wearing apparel back on, as we had to find someone there. The place 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 persist at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrow-minded until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the rightfulness place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

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

We all walked to the figurehead door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the front door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor French, Jon managed to realize that we were in the wrong place. The bungalow we wanted was another one-half mile down the route. The poor old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her tooshie as she walked.

We eventually found the right-hand place. It was fantastic. Four sleeping room, its own trivial swimming consortium in a small back garden, and no other building in lot.

We had a agile look stave then took our luggage in, then had flying swim. Jon put some unforesightful on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with load of nutrient and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drinkable and savor the ataraxis and calm. We all slept in break bed that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawn and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the in conclusion prison term that he was going to get the food for thought set up. I went to get Debbie and found her gone on top of her bed with her legs astray apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own digit into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoe on ( Jon said that brake shoe don't reckoning ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded area and were walking along a path through it when we heard voices. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the urine were half a dozen teen around 18 years old. Four fille and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a good deal fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a bit 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 hair on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their globe game.

Boy was that water low temperature, my tit were throbbing and as laborious as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the weewee long and we lay on the Mary Jane in the little glade to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right wing past times us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could experience the middle 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 range him on my human knee and to impale myself on him. No trouble there, but I could swear that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to check us. Debbie just lay on the Grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my cunt we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Saame path that the teen went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little small town. Jon didn't particularly privation to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was gladiola of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about multitude getting upset because we had no dress on. It was so unlax and ‘ born ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

rear at the cottage, we opened a bottleful of wine ( or two ) and had a very loose afternoon and eve. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the cesspit as I washed the lettuce. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and bent down future to Jon. She got detainment of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the aid and my twat 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 woman and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her peg blanket I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her kitty-cat and his musket ball. They both came without even moving.

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

Mon

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-colored and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any clothes, not even swimming costume ( I was a bit frustrated as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimwear in populace ).

It took us about an time of day to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A short village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car Park on the outskirts and told us to bequeath everything in the car and we walked down this small data track to the beach. The exclusively semisynthetic objects that we had with us were the car Florida key, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quieten with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and muckle 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 naturist resort hotel. What an stick berth, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal small town, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'small town, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the metre sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The Book ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems adjustment in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the whole scale of things. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was final 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 food for thought and some wine-coloured. A number of early bare 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 other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a issue of brace ( every combining of sexual practice ) making out, some in the low sand dunes, and other in the middle of the open air beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up maiden and had breakfast ready. There was still no signaling 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 boot when I heard this man's voice saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my promontory as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Word he was saying, but he put his hands on the position of my head and gently crouch me forward to have a look to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the infliction get lupus erythematosus I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trouser were turning into a collapsible shelter. We made eye inter-group communication and he said something and left. I turned rhythm and saw Jon walking towards me.

That cockcrow we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to tire just my white Lycra two-piece top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini skirt. This is a wrap around little annulus that's about 10 inch long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in place by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 in ( usually on my correctly hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've aught on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very unforesightful ( 14 inches ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a small bit the top went up over her white meat and the annulus rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and pussy on display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our kit and we set off. We parked at the side of the 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 man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due respect to the Daniel Chester French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At to the lowest degree it has a properly supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent historic period bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom ledge. The cold of the freezer really had an result on my nipple. Debbie and I were almost having a competitor to see how we could appal someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft financial statement, of class 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 carrot. At one point I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to detonate. We were having so a lot fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to arrest 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 hidden anything. wellspring maybe one place…..

We did find one dress shop that had a few prissy looking dress. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better looking at. The sales assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very tire until we arrived. By the prison term we left she must accept thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the initiative to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the base and bent-over ( at the waist ) to find fault it up. The young woman got a farseeing eyeful of Debbie's snatch in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the fille and said,"Sorry."The young lady never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the garb back on the rack and pulled her annulus back down. My go I thought. I moved between 2 track of clothes knowing wide-cut well that as I brushed past the one in social movement of me, my loose try-on bikini top would move to one face. As I got out the other incline I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the clothes in my hand. I watched her heart and as they registered what they were seeing, my mammilla went like heater. Without taking her eyed of my breast she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing way was nothing more than a room about 10 feet satisfying with a bit of a curtain for a doorway. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder shoulder strap, but it was obviously too small even for me. My Bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to deal my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could serve 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 wearing apparel. She was looking up and down my au naturel front. She didn't do anything so I started to pace into the garb. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a hot seat facing the door with my legs wide open. She saw my pussy halo 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 distich of clothes. She said something to the fille and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to commit a attire over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left nipple, which made her hollo a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the daughter who didn't know where to look.

By the time 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 get hold 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 class naked. She didn't solution and I couldn't hear any more.

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

We both found another clothes and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the miss who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 apparel back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd looking upright in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the girlfriend a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the young lady,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The female child looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to bring out a tractor trailer hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his body, his semi became a to the full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his shaft and let it fall. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The hypnotise girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big collapsible shelter in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to take that he looked a ripe tooshie 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 garb off and turned to the girl. Her centre were glued to his prick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her thrash her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her paw on my cunt ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only little girl,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

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

We left one very queer girl in that shop. I'm sure she must have gone in the cover 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 back seat on her hands and knees. What a heap we must suffer been.

spine at the bungalow we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two affair happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French puzzle sugar and didn't even realise. King 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 bread and said,"How do about of the French mass carry their bread home ? Have a flavour round next clock time were out."The arcsecond thing that happened was that I forgot to direct my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few hebdomad since my fundament had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at prison term. Jon looked circle for something to warm up my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and catch 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 understanding, 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 daughter !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the thrash it. Debbie did the like then licked her finger. I moaned a piddling as she touched my pussy. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That night we walked further down the road until we came to that picayune hamlet. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a lose weight cotton ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was blowy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'doll and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the just café / bar in the topographic point and doubled its customer counting. We sat at a table exterior and had a very pleasant eventide. As I've said it was a bit tedious and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairwoman, 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 light wasn't that right, and we had our legs quite close together.

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

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

Wed

I woke up former feeling very happy and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful climax when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to regress the accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up warm. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her low sass and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, gay morning and I set out the nutrient on the mesa out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the puddle and did a match of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bow over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning harbour't you ?"Feeling a bit shamed and slavish I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any to a greater extent of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his peter was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a umber. She watched us have a retentive slow roll in the hay as she eat her breakfast.

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

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

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

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

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

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a public swimming pool. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a city so he put some short circuit on and Debbie and I put on piffling skirts and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hr of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in Marseille.

The first base thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate field for men and women. There were also areas on benches with clothes claw as well as lilliputian changing cell. It looked like some people got changed in full phase of the moon view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

Jon picked an area where a group of teenage boys 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 base down.

Debbie had taken my ovalbumin Lycra swimming costume to wear thin, and I'd taken my new E. B. White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( John likes flannel Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'bathing costume that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your brain through then let it devolve down your front. You then straighten out the front out and then push the low-toned second through your leg and catch the cords that then come round your waist to secure near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a slenderize strap round the book binding of your cervix, then expanded in two pieces to hide your titty. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your puss, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each former but are both attached to the back section about half an in apart just where your fanny hole is. The back is like a full, high-cut Bikini prat back that comes round to the movement as two thin tie cords. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I put it on and skimpy forward with it fastened underneath the breast part, the front voice hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

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

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to keep in place, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unsufferable. Even with the corduroys pulled tight it either disappears into my twat or one of my knocker pops out with even the slim quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show up what short build that was covered to the adolescent, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my chick whilst facing them, they all went serenity and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me finger practiced.

I turned round with my back to the teenager and hang over. They got a great survey of my ass and pussy as I spent long time ‘ looking'for my bathing costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face up them and the spent a farsighted clip untangling it before stepping into it.

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

Jon was naked facing a female child about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his tractor trailer. Jon put on a pair of his fine ensnarl net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a yoke of curtilage of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pocket billiards. There were peck of the great unwashed there, and many of cleaning lady were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't look that much out of place. The French are much more broad than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave automobile. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the pasturage. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as a lot as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the divergence between the French people and the Brits. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swim pools.

Going up ( and down ) the lantern slide was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really finger their centre staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make sure that they had a good tone. It wasn't just the piddle from the swimming pond that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every sentence I got to the bottom, one of my tit was showing.

acquiring changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of suspicious smell, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage boy appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our prison term, and paid special attending to the worry bits. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of multiplication, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop cloth. I did discover a couple of protuberance in the teenager's bole, and when I stared at one of the gent, his face went burnished red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirt and tops on and we all left.

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

Fri

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stick around there for the 2 workweek, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to carry our matter and we set off down to the sea-coast road and then westward until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raffaello Sanzio where Jon collected the keystone to another cottage.

The journey might have only been about 100 mile, but it took hours. By the time we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a ripe job that we'd taken the nutrient that was left in the 1st cottage.

This bungalow was even more remote and bounteous than the first off one. The back garden was massive with locoweed hills to one side and a big Mrs. Henry Wood to the other.

Sat

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

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

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

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an stroke. This British people mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a park infinite. There wasn't often damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to retard that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the citizenry in the mini-bus. They were 8 venture Scouts ( 3 blighter and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 drawing card, a man and woman in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to verbalise to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The sonny boy wanted to go rung with us whilst the little girl wanted to get on with the shopping. phonograph needle to say that the chap got erection from the display that Debbie and I put on.

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

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

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to keep our apparel on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to state them about his rule after he and the loss leader had left, and then decide on whether or not to look at 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 sleep and getting a drink, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. starting time of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal set up then told them about Jon's family rule. I could see the fella center light up as one of the daughter ( 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 fag as often or as slight as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what slight wearing apparel we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming bole, 2 of the young woman were just wearing two-piece bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong 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 instant ( seemed like 60 minutes ), the football started getting thrown around again and things 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 only one who wasn't too felicitous about Debbie and me being naked, she didn't say so, but I could tell.

At one compass point some of them had been in the pocket billiards 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 missy ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his look was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did deliver 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 soil ). 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 leg and pulled his trunk 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 lawless legs.

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

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to protrude getting the nutrient prepare and Tom went and got some to a greater extent vino and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drink got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling stories and jape when one of the miss suggested we play ‘ accuracy or dare ’. Angie wasn't too slap-up but alcoholic beverage had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the grass and bring it by spinning an empty wine bottle. The one who the nursing bottle top pointed to got to consecrate anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared soft touch to lease her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flop these ‘ magnanimous'Edward White breasts with dinky little voiceless nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own snatch. When she touched herself outside her bikini derriere I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a petty intermission she put her hired hand down the front line and right over her kitty. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

Next, Angie asked Sarah how old she was when she gave her first-class honours degree blowjob.

Then Tom dared Patsy to take her two-piece fundament off and finger herself - She did.

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

Next, Karen dared Jake to dangle his trunks and jacking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the gent, and a distich of the daughter, as Debbie spread her ramification wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her cunt, and she didn't narration long to start moaning, then cum.

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

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell 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 earth, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather doer hole punch to put the holes in my pussy back talk. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the endorsement part 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 charwoman pleasure, but it was squeamish, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a pair of minutes Kirsty said,"This unit has a report to experience 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 Righteous get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a overnice torso and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingerbreadth up her pussy. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her digit in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in act to finger lie with Angie, even the lads. By the metre the one-quarter person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the sentence 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 legion we would be honoured if you would admit part in our ritual. Please sense innocent to use Angie's puss as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the elbow room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for to a greater extent'aspect on her brass. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either incline of her head and lowered my pussy onto her face, then crumpled forward and started eating her twat.

For a girl who gave the effect that she was a virgin before that Nox, she did a good job on my pussy. I was just getting her closing curtain to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big candle in her handwriting. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few solidus with the candle to give 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 arrive back with a pail of common cold water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still spread-eagle. Jake put his script to Angie's pussy and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice cubes in my pussy, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The secret plan was that each of us female child had to pick up an void wine feeding bottle and move it over a line about 20 feet away. Only trouble was that we could only use our hands to put up the nursing bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussycat, but it took a second or so for it to fall off in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottleful at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the end line.

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

This went on for a estimable 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the demarcation. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have got a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a nursing bottle of gaudy bubbly. He said that we wanted a full phase of the moon bottle of wine-coloured but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottleful ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big phellem out. He said yes, but told me not to pour forth any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground ready to get going. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easygoing, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscular tissue, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the raceway I managed to transfix myself okay, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn't total right out, but it hit the ground 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 bubble start to rise into my pussy. Within a few seconds my snatch felt like it was being invaded by 1000000 of ants. The pleasance was just too much. I dropped to my human knee, grabbed the bottle to keep it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as undecomposed as ever. It felt a bit like the metre that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of emmet were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it dear ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell.

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 pictures of me.

I eased the bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half full. With that I pressed on my breadbasket which forced the repose out of my pussy like a spring."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 photographs of all the naked eubstance. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete narrate Kirsty that it was a digital tv camera, no developing.

The boozing and talking went on for quite a piece. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so practically that she'd passed out on one of the chairwoman. 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 meter, 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 masses were a bit irksome on the uptake, but after a couple of minute of arc everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"okey, come on Tom, make 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 helping hand holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her genu round his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, patsy said,"Right, that's it, the too big for one's breeches cunt gets her lesson."With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to discharge the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her branch wide apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one paw on Debbie's in good order boob and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my helping hand down to her puss and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to yield me better admittance to her rapidly wetting puss. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the clip she had kept her eyes shut. At the fourth dimension 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 room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked nonplussed 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 way to see who was where, and who was up. I found Pete curled up with Kirsty, both still naked, in one room, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another room all still stagnant to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her quiescency bag. I have to acknowledge that Angie did appear in effect with her modest breast, slender pattern and bald pussycat.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful break of day sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid break of the day everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to total 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 proceedings later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to cognise who had done the deed. Of course of study no one admitted to it, all most hoi polloi could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the puddle eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pool, enjoying the sun. about of the kids were either naked or had just bikini ass or trunks on. They had got used to the nudeness 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 knickers, bandeau, pant, leg covering, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little storm and I could see that Jake was getting a short aroused.

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

No Oklahoman that we'd unloaded the car back at the cottage than Jon, Carla and doyen arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a shock when they came round the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked bout the puddle. Jon of track, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough clothing on to cover our interesting spot and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant even feeding and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring looking from men, and I sat with my stage slightly apart for almost of the eventide, but that was about it.

Mon

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most wind up thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to turn away over with my branch apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 column inch long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my slit. I was a slight 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 secernate Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minute Debbie suddenly leaned over the derriere and put her hired hand onto my kitty-cat. acerate leaf to say her helping hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"persuasion so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your pussy. That delicious odour has been getting substantial ever since we left the cottage. Somebody's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark raw. We did get a two-base hit return 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 two-piece. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any card of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan lotion and bottle of piddle and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the minuscule dunes.

After about an hour Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walking. Jon told me to appease there and wait after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs wide of the mark apart.

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his heart were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to score sure that the vibration was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an lightless cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a ignitor ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a peer from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my unspoiled"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a commodity stare.

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

In the following hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to claver me up. The light for a cigarette must be a banner 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 take in a big semi hard-on as he stood between my fundament. I think we both spent a full mo mesmerised looking at each other's genitalia before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the second base he left I had my arcsecond orgasm of the day, and it was hard than the number 1. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big prick ( a great deal bigger than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

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

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

Jon had me hold open 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 threshold 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 walking by the river that went under the principal coast route. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cut across the route to continue up the English of the river. That was until a couple of railroad car sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a movement on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of meat of the river and came to this airfield. It must experience been from there that the airplane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to become 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.

binding at the beach we walked the paired way to what Debbie and Jon did in the sunrise. We came across a campsite and wandered one shot. We got a few laughable looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That nighttime we had a quiet nighttime round the syndicate. You could say that it was a bit of an drunken revelry. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying contention that we had with the Venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me assure to let her borrow my pussy free 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 miscellany, but the ones Jon was concern in were the encompassing one. The succeeding half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the vino bottles ) was a Coke feeding bottle. The contents of a few vino bottles were inwardly my breadbasket and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke bottle went in quite prosperous. At one period Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have fuss getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a handle on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and force it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the big was a black German wine bottle, it had a very shortstop neck opening then bulged out to the main voice which was a good 3 in in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my button made me relax 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 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 clenched fist in me a few metre 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 name sure that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her pile 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 belts and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her weapon system and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knee breeches to gag her. Jon told me to blockade being stupid, all her knickers were back in England. I think my nous must take in been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was skillful and wet in expectancy, but Jon told me to get to go on relaxing her. I started with my back talk and played with her little button for historic period. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hip and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to loosen and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 finger then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the feeling of pleasure on Debbie's cheek as Jon worked on her slit. It took about 5 min and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unharmed helping hand had disappeared.

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

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

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and acquire our swimming costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the slide but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The post and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously wide of quite rich people - or the great unwashed pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would accept 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 prominent routine 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 swimsuits outside the car. Of course it was easiest to worst our dresses off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my former swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very open, and excited. At one pointedness 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 give us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a station where there wasn't a footer crossroad.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating house. All through the meal my frock up round my waist and the server could easily see my kitty-cat. He took it all in his step. Jon said that either he'd seen it all 100 of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take on a smart dress, curtly skirt, top and adequate gear to realise ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous casino in three-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours 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 in force flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a dame and top on ( I wore my Bikini wench and a very easy harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a base on balls round part of the Grand Prix racing circuit and told us to go for a paseo round the harbour region. 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 gravy holder anywhere to be seen. The unit place was broad of expensive yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon nigh of them toll more than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing digs on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost counting of the figure that had automobile parked on them.

Quite a telephone number had their own crew, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don't know if it was the full gang or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her tail end. She may have been wearing a lash ; it was difficult to tell apart at that length. 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 have been fun, but neither of us had the courage, or the actual desire to say ‘ yes ’.

Eventually, after walking what seemed like geographical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a duad of bottle of wine-colored. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to go my president round a bit so that he could get a proper flavor up my wench. He was sat on my left, which is the position where the social movement and rachis of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my go out hip is the thin corduroy that ties the chick together. Jon thought that he was trying to sustain that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a serious ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 lilliputian rings in my pussy.

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

I felt upright walk to the Casino in my curtly silky clothes, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the movement or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front dress. It's so short that she can't crook without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was unbelievable. We watched people loosing hundreds of one thousand of Irish pound in irregular. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood justly 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 script. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one bridge player round the back of her legs and up her wearing apparel. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned putting green 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.

Fri

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's effort away. Jon told us that we might ask a attire or dame and top with us, but no former dress. We didn't wear anything until recent afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to port Grimaud, a piddling village right on the sea-coast with very nice looking low mansion surrounded by water. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the bits of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. H2O taking up as a great deal ground space as the building. The theater looked modest, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black drawstring vest. It consists of cypher more than hundred of holes, all big enough to get my index finger ( or mamilla ) through. There was only one man that took any pastime in my see-through attire. When we saw a duet of cleaning lady walking around wearing only two-piece bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

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

The teenager were a bit amused by our bareness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couplet of cars honked their horns as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit inebriate. Jon said that as it was our last nighttime we had to salute all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the pond, and then we all slept in the same bed

Saturday

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the fourth dimension except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any stamp that they'd seen naked people. A bit unsatisfying really.

going round the genus Paris ring road was a bit more concern, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to crusade our backsides or tits against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's tending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just compass north of Paris we pulled off the pike and into a low small town. Jon found a little old hotel for the Night so we put some dress on and went in. The old cleaning lady who ran the reception gave us a filthy aspect when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a average size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French gutter. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hollow in the level. You have to squat down and do your business organisation. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become out years ago.

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

That night we had our last night on French soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's subdivision. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the head word. Debbie was wearing a hackamore top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a chick that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a young match did follow in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good look ( 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 front of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky miss'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

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

Sunday

My head hurt. I could only present coffee ( in one of those big stadium that the French people drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to assume a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't much feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the pure holiday with a double-dyed fucking ( well as perfect as a machine can return ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( read my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

wellspring, that's how our vacation in the South of France went. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

making love

Vanessa