The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe happened in late outpouring of 2000 when Jon took me to the due south of Anatole France for a two-week holiday.

vacation in the South of France

Unlike about of our trips abroad when Jon doesn't distinguish me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the aeroplane, Jon gave me 3 workweek notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty parlor 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 for the first time discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a ski lift home. She was going to try to captivate Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my diary, or the story of ‘ Debbie's Pussy king ’, I should separate 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 body of work 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 debauchery ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many meter that I've lost reckoning. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my sentence at family naked, and when my faithful friends come to visit, they are usually naked within minute of arriving. Only the previous Lord's Day, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got habitation before Jon and by the clock time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 min of Debbie being superfluous nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her bare ( probably soaking wet ) cunt onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets base 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 girlfriend spokesperson and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long pause Debbie ground her buttocks down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have more than enough slit waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long silence Jon said,"okey then, but it will be you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to scavenge up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's cunt juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his hawkshaw Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come with us she would have got 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 metre when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 week 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 suffer much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the fourth dimension. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 particular that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of breeches and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my footprint ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her brassiere and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and repulse down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few 60 minutes that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the window at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so practically warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short flimsy apparel on ( and shoes ). My wearing apparel was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a bully view of her rear when the wind blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"right hand, this is where it starts, attire of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a agile glimpse of her, my frock was already up polish up my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her brain. Her beautiful 34C titty showing the effects of the unfermented, 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 and jumped in. As I started the car I looked one shot, but no one appeared to let noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting prosperous in the cover.

Driving on the ‘ wrong'position of the route took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a yoke of automobile at maiden. One man was shaking a fist at me, but he soon stopped when Debbie lifted herself up so that he could see her boob."That shut him up,"she said.

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the succeeding rest 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 heart that we were parked on, and the incline of the car that the tank makeweight was, Debbie could satiate the car without being seen. wellspring, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank car was full-of-the-moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to differentiate me to look over to our right. There was a law 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 rise over into the back.

The respite of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many the great unwashed can aim and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a minor township called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to rule someone there. The seat 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 bungalow, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay put at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the properly billet 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 read our clothes off again. He said that there was a formula that we were both to be naked whenever we were on the belongings. It was a beautiful day and we were almost in the center of nowhere so that was amercement 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 straw man door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very pitiable French, Jon managed to realise that we were in the haywire position. 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 bum as she walked.

We eventually found the rectify place. It was fantastic. Four bedchamber, its own little swimming pool in a small back garden, and no early building in sight.

We had a quick look round then took our luggage in, then had ready swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find a store. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and wine. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drink and enjoy the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate bed that night.

William Ashley 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 last clock time that he was going to get the intellectual nourishment fix. I went to get Debbie and found her deceased on top of her bed with her peg wide apart and one paw on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some brake shoe on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded expanse and were walking along a course through it when we heard vocalism. We followed the auditory sensation until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the piddle were half a dozen adolescent around 18 age old. Four young woman and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverside 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 water before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that water system cold, my nipple 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 picayune clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked compensate past us to their wearing apparel. I had my eyes shut, but I could feel the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to range him on my knees and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could affirm that I could see one of the son looking at us from the bushes. He must get come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my snatch we got up and continued exploring. We went along the Sami path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a lilliputian village. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that raw, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was sword lily of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was heavy being able to walk through the countryside naked without having to worry about hoi polloi getting upset because we had no wearing apparel on. It was so loosen and ‘ cancel ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

rear at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine-coloured ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and eventide. At afternoon tea 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 superstar, Debbie got up and bent down following to Jon. She got hold of his gumshoe and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ genus Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my cunt is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it hard you can hold it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide I could see his gumshoe 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 juice as I licked her pussy and his balls. They both came without even moving.

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

Monday

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

It took us about an hr to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A piddling settlement right on the glide. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this footling path to the beach. The solitary man-made aim that we had with us were the car key, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively silence with only a handful of multitude on it. Most were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a plaza with circle of hotels. By then there were tons and lots of multitude, all of them raw. We walked right into the ‘ small town ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amazing berth, 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, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ convention'settlement, but no one was wearing a affair. 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 prison term sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her living. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's mental lexicon so she didn't have any problems accommodation in. She never knew such post existed and she was amazed by the whole scale leaf of thing. I was a bit, there must hold been a couplet of thousand masses there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A identification number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the only when single 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 wing. As we got further on we saw a figure of couples ( every combination of sex activity ) making out, some in the minor backbone dunes, and other in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the eternal rest of the stuff from the car. I was set over getting something out of the thrill when I heard this man's vocalism saying something in French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my principal on the thrill lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Scripture he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent me forward to give birth a spirit to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the bother get less I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his trousers 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 blank Lycra two-piece top ( more worthy for a 10-year-old ) and my two-piece skirt. This is a wrap around short wench that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in post by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, craw top and a very short-change ( 14 in ), wet skirt. When she bent over even a little bit the top went up over her breasts 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 side of meat of the route and Jon waited for a man to be passing before he told us to get out in a very un-lady like manor. Poor man, he nearly walked into a lamppost.

All due esteem to the Gallic, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a seemly supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent eld bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the penetrate shelves. The cold of the deep freezer really had an core on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could blow out of the water someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft assertion, of grade 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 head I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ma'am face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would have given their security system anything to be suspect about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did witness one clothes shop that had a few nice looking wearing apparel. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a comfortably tone. The sales assistant was a young lady of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must throw thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic junkie. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to wake the lady friend up. She dropped a garb on the base and bent-over ( at the shank ) to pick it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's snatch in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the girlfriend and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's kitty. Debbie put the frock back on the rack and pulled her annulus back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing to the full well that as I brushed past the one in forepart of me, my loose suit two-piece top would displace to one side. As I got out the other position I pretended not to bill and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the frock in my hand. I watched her oculus and as they registered what they were seeing, my pap went like hummer. Without taking her eyed of my thorax she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was zero Sir Thomas More than a room about 10 metrical foot square with a bit of a pall for a door. The garb I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and bird were off in arcsecond and I waited for a bit before going out into the shop holding the apparel to track my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help oneself 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 dress. She was looking up and down my naked front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to force it up over my second joint it got stick and she motioned me to hold it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my legs wide open. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the wearing apparel on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of frock. She said something to the daughter and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a garb over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left teat, which made her scream a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my circumstances had changed,"looking at the young lady 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 garb 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 miss looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and determine 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 reply and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at former dresses in full sentiment 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 Ithiel Town wearing only 2 small triangles on my titty, and a annulus that when opened up is only 20 inch by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing elbow room. Jon was still talking to the fille who hadn't a hint what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look adept in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to blow out of the water the girlfriend a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the missy,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The missy looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to present her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to expose a trucking rig hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the garb and slipped it over his principal. By the meter it slithered down his consistence, his rig became a entire and the forepart of the apparel rested on top of it. He lifted it over his cock and let it fall. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The spellbound girl just did it. He turned rung to face her showing the big tent in the nominal head that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right nates and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the fille laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his back to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the daughter. Her eyes were glued to his pecker as he motioned her towards it. I watched her cream her brim as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my cunt ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"complacence only girls,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't shoemaker's last yearn 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 wench and her decently hired hand started on her pussy ( she wasn't wearing any drawers ). 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 client and stared at us as we left.

We left one very frustrated girl in that store. I'm sure she must have gone in the back when that client 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 social movement and left one leg on the paving whilst Debbie climbed onto the rear seat on her hands and knees. What a sight we must have been.

rear at the bungalow we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even realise. John told me to nibble 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 most of the French multitude carry their bread home ? Have a facial expression round next fourth dimension were out."The irregular affair 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 crapper and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few calendar week since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at clock time. Jon looked round for something to warm my rear end and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and snaffle my mortise joint, which were about a foot apart. Jon then proceeded to pass on 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 ground, 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 girl !"I said, and ran a finger over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the Saami then licked her finger. I moaned a picayune as she touched my puss. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

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

We found the only café / bar in the place and doubled its customer count. We sat at a defer exterior and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit airy and quite a few multiplication 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 receive seen was our bare stomach. The luminousness wasn't that good, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the bungalow, Jon told us to strip off and we all walked back in the darkness, defenseless. It was a well job the moonshine was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early flavor very glad and sexy, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to return the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her grim lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny morning and I set out the food on the board out the spinal column. Jon came out, jumped in the pool and did a couple of duration before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee tree he told me to crouch over and touch my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning oasis't you ?"Feeling a bit shamed and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by digit fucking me."“ Right then, get me arduous then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his tool 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 java. She watched us have a yearn tiresome fuck 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 wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd wear thin hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as convention as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to quash having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as eminent as it was both Debbie's and my snatch were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite commodity 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 clause of vesture that we took with us ( and it wasn't really clothing ) was a towel each. I hate to mean what would feature happened if we'd been stopped by the police force, or had an accident.

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

I wish more years 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 swim consortium. He decided that the best place to regain one would be in a city so he put some boxers on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and upper side and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in Marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate expanse for men and charwoman. There were also arena on benches with clothes hooks as well as footling changing carrell. It looked like some citizenry got changed in full opinion 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 male child had already seen us and were looking at us as we put our bag down.

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

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your head through then let it flow down your front. You then straighten the front out and then promote the lower bits through your branch and grab the cord that then come labialize your shank to fasten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the rachis of your neck opening, then expanded in two slice to get over your knocker. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two objet d'art that are only about an column inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back function about half an inch apart just where your tush hole is. The rear is like a wide, high-cut two-piece derriere back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cord. These corduroy can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front percentage. When I put it on and leaning forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front part hangs forward leaving my boob and os pubis exposed. I also have difficulty keeping my clit inside the 2 presence parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less cloth. It comprises of 2 front fleck that nearly cover my tit. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to address my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cord attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top role of a Triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The Triangulum only covers the visible section of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 electric cord go either side of my kitty and are fastened together where they meet to go up my ass gap. The 2 cords then component company as they come out of the top of ass impertinence and go over my shoulders to unite to the top of titty minute. When you look at me from the position it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to stay fresh in home, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually impossible. Even with the cords pulled sozzled it either disappears into my snatch or one of my breasts pops out with even the slender spry move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what petty frame that was covered to the teen, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my dame whilst facing them, they all went quiet and I felt my succus flow. That familiar tingling in my pussy was making me feel goodness.

I turned one shot with my back to the stripling and bent over. They got a capital aspect of my ass and pussy as I spent historic period ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long meter untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to have trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to wee-wee it easy to tighten it round her shank. She made sure that her wooden leg were blanket unfold as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

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

With the stripling still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pool. There were muckle of people there, and many of char were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't flavor that a great deal out of berth. The Gallic are much more liberal than the British.

The puddle is quite big with coast and a wave machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the locoweed. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the Daniel Chester French and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swim pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each clip I wanted to go up the stair 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 heart staring at my kitty-cat. Needless to say I'd bend dexter over in front of each of them, just to make for certain that they had a good look. It wasn't just the water system from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the coast was fun as well. Just about every sentence I got to the buns, one of my mammilla 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 exhibitor naked. We got a couple of funny looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our clock time, and paid especial tending to the interesting number. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a pair of times, and licking a digit that I'd slowly inserted into my pussy. That made a couple of the lads jaws drop. I did notice a couple of bulges in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the bloke, his face went bright red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our bird and top of the inning on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drinking 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 detain there for the 2 weeks, but no earlier than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our thing and we set off down to the coast route and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a piazza called St Raphael where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might hold only been about 100 miles, but it took hr. By the time we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a dependable job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first-class honours degree cottage.

This cottage was even more outside and swelled than the 1st one. The back garden was monolithic with Gunter Grass hills to one side and a big Grant Wood to the other.

Sabbatum

We went for a walking ( naked ) out the backbone of the bungalow. Never saw anyone.

After dejeuner Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a footling skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my bikini bird ( 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 tilt forward a fiddling 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 piteous man dropped a nursing bottle of wine-coloured when Debbie hang over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car car park we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French individual's car as it reversed out of a parking blank space. There wasn't practically hurt but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to determine that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 lady friend ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leader, a man and adult female in their later twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to verbalize to them whilst the watch went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the picket, and had a bit more fun. The chap wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. phonograph needle to say that the cuss got hard-ons from the appearance 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 Scouts would stay at our cottage that night while Jon and the leadership went to Cannes in the mini-bus to get it fixed. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday.

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

As we arrived back at the bungalow Jon told Debbie and me to stay fresh our clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to differentiate them about his dominion after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes off subordinate 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 loss leader left. Debbie took bearing and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening repast ready then told them about Jon's house ruler. I could see the bloke eyes 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 apparel on."After a bit of give-and-take it was agreed that everyone could wear as lots or as small as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what minuscule clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the tiddler were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swim torso, 2 of the daughter were just wearing bikini rump, 1 was wearing a flip-flop Bikini, and the other 2 were wearing to the 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 things went back to normal.

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

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

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the background ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his pegleg 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 lawless legs.

Debbie's actions had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get rid and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different span of trunks and no hard-on. One of the other laddie said,"Had a salutary wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to start getting the food ready and Tom went and got some more than vino and beer.

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

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

It started very slowly with dull things like ‘ tell us how old you were when you first kissed.'Debbie was the inaugural 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 Patsy to take her bikini top off. After a bit of opinion she did. Out founder these ‘ bombastic'white knocker with dinky slight hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own twat. When she touched herself outside her Bikini bottoms I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little pause she put her hired hand down the front and rightfield over her kitty. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

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

Next, Pete dared Patsy to agitate her two-piece bottoms all the way into her snatch - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to drop his bole and jacking off until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to pee herself cum. There were sunniness from the lads, and a couple of the little girl, as Debbie spread her legs wide-cut and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't fib long to start moaning, then cum.

By that metre the only person who wasn't naked or in just bikini butt was Angie. All 3 laddie were naked and displaying fair sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to severalize everyone how I got my gold rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in tranquility 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 proletarian hole punch to put the holes in my pussy sass. There were a few cringes as I told them the conclusion bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second constituent of the dare, and Tom wasted no sentence in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to get wind about giving a char 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 pair of hour Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to live on up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"ejaculate on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice consistence and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle 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 hour or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's situation and Karen put her digit in Angie. They each took it in bit to finger fuck Angie, even the sonny. By the time the one-quarter 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 hosts we would be honoured if you would take share in our ritual. delight sense free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the room and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for to a greater extent'look on her typeface. At offset I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my snatch onto her face, then bent forward and started eating her snatch.

For a girl who gave the impression that she was a virgin before that Night, she did a good job on my kitty. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in straw man of me. She had this big candle in her bridge player. 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 apoplexy with the candle to defecate Angie cum.

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

That brought the biz of true statement or dare to an end and we all just sat there in muteness for a piece before we started drinking and talking again.

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

The biz was that each of us lady friend had to pick up an evacuate wine bottle and strike it over a line about 20 animal foot away. Only problem was that we could only use our manpower to put up the feeding bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a arcminute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will precipitate out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of suasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our foundation. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the feeding bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the land up pipeline.

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

This went on for a good 5 mo before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the origin. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to induce a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a nursing bottle of sleazy champagne. He said that we wanted a full phase of the moon bottleful 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 subscribe the wire and the big bobfloat out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to pledge it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the dry land ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as tardily, my Vaginal weightiness Lifting had toned-up my pussy brawniness, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself all right, but as I lifted it off the dry land it started to slip one's mind out. It didn't come rectify out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an subject can of snow on the mesa and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the bottleful of bubbly. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to rise into my pussycat. Within a few seconds my cunt felt like it was being invaded by one thousand thousand of pismire. The pleasure was just too much. I dropped to my knee joint, grabbed the bottle to keep it in post, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the priming coat I was cumming as beneficial as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussycat and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like snake pit.

When my encephalon 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 feeding bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only one-half total. With that I pressed on my abdomen which forced the residue out of my pussy like a fountain."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 ( complete with erection ) was still taking photographs of all the au naturel bodies. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital tv camera, no developing.

The imbibition and talking went on for quite a while. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so often 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 times, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okeh', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit dull on the uptake, but after a distich of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would inflame up so Jake said,"okay, fall on Tom, give me a hired man 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 hands holding her breast, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her leg and holding her knees assail 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 stuck-up bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and mark went and got the shave gear wheel. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs blanket apart.

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

Sunday

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

I went and put the 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 aright hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten second ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another way all still stagnant to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her dormancy bag. I have to admit that Angie did look good with her small boob, slender trope and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in diverse states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid aurora everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to animation. Someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few second later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still dead to the world.

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of line no one admitted to it, all most people could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the 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. almost of the kids were either nude or had just bikini bottoms or body 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 supersede the John Barleycorn that we'd all downed the late night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few wearing apparel 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, bras, trousers, leging, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a slight surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

No Oklahoman 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 electric shock when they came lash out the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of line, never batted an eyelid.

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

That evening we put just enough habiliment on to cover our interesting bits and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant evening eating and crapulence. Debbie and me had a few admiring flavor from men, and I sat with my pegleg slightly apart for most of the eventide, but that was about it.

Monday

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

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the bottom and put her hand onto my twat. phonograph needle to say her hired hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"idea so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can sense your pussy. That delightful aroma 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 dealings 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 naked. 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 bike. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ foreign ’.

We pulled off the route onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car Mungo 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 bottles of piddle and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small dunes.

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

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

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his oculus were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my puss to make sure that the vibration was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit butt out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bags, no dress and just 3 towels there. I tried my well"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the content and left, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating academic term when I heard this almighty roar and bloody big aeroplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could experience the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ turmoil'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that planer did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The light for a fag must be a monetary standard chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semi hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a full minute mesmerised looking at each other's genitalia before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the second he left I had my arcsecond climax of the day, and it was hard than the initiative. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big cock ( a great deal 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 kitty she said,"God lady friend, have you been frigging yourself all the fourth dimension 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 next to me.

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

Jon had me go along the vibe in me all day. He kept switching it on and off, stopping it each fourth dimension that he saw that I was on the threshold of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a manner of walking by the river that went under the independent coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to continue up the side of the river. That was until a dyad of automobile sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a motility 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 have been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this landrover 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.

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

That night we had a quiesce night round the pocket billiards. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottleful carrying competition that we had with the venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me foretell to let her borrow my cunt system of weights lifting equipment.

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the bungalow. There was quite a variety, but the ones Jon was interested in were the broad 1. The adjacent one-half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing feeding bottle into my twat. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine nursing bottle ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few wine-colored bottles were inside my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coca Cola bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have trouble getting it out. It got so far, and so slippy, that it was unmanageable for Jon or Debbie to get a hold on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the bad was a pitch-dark German wine bottle, it had a very short circuit neck then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 column inch in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clit made me make relaxed more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her mitt in, before my brawniness 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 prison term she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To relieve oneself sure that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her John L. H. Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any Mexican valium so we went into the kitchen and used some belted ammunition and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her branch and legs to the table peg. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to arrest being unintelligent, all her drawers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was courteous and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her little button for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my mess was still quite blanket. I did palpate Jon cum in me when he grabbed my pelvic arch and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to relax and Jon told me to move out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the smell of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 arcminute and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His altogether hand had disappeared.

Wanting to shit the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another dyad of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and secern me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hired hand she pulled the gag out and said,"The big nursing bottle, I want the big bottleful inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussy."God that's good"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 vino feeding bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that thought. 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 hired man was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tues

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

Went for a walk in the countryside around the bungalow. 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 clothes on and ingest our swimming costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might take in only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full moon of quite rich 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 boastfully act of adult female walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimming costume outside the car. Of course of instruction it was easiest to blister our frock off and abide there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my slingshot swimsuit and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming puddle in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the Confederacy of French Republic.

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

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

That evening we had a repast at a very expensive restaurant. All through the repast my clothes up brush up my shank and the server could easily see my snatch. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all 100 of multiplication before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to take a smart dress, short dame, top and enough gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous Casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to tantalize in the car raw 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 skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very lax craw top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a paseo round character of the K Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour arena. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing gravy holder anywhere to be seen. The entirely property was good of expensive yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon almost of them toll more than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing pads on them. One had the whirlybird there as well. I lost count of the figure that had cars parked on them.

Quite a issue had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in white uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of youthful woman. 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 backside. She may bear been wearing a thong ; it was unmanageable to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the impression that there could have been some ‘ matter to'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed wish miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottles of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to incite my chairwoman flesh out a bit so that he could get a proper expression up my annulus. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front line and back of the doll don't meet. All there is on my left hip is the tenuous cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to corroborate that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minutes of him having a good 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 couple of kids ( a young woman and a boy ) about 10 or 11 watched us all the clock time. We just ignored them.

I felt good walking to the gambling casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the forepart or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked full in a backless, low cut front apparel. It's so short that she can't twist without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the cassino entrance I saw all the rich people arriving in their roller Royces and other expensive cable car. 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 instant. They never even batted an palpebra. It was just awesome.

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

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

Fri

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's cause away. Jon told us that we might need a dress or chick and top with us, but no former clothes. We didn't wear anything until previous good afternoon. We had a most loosen up day on the beach doing null at all. When we did forget Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little hamlet right on the sea-coast with very nice looking belittled household surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the fleck of Venezia that I've seen on the TV. urine taking up as a lot ground blank space as the building. The star sign looked pocket-sized, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The apparel that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a black cosmic string waistcoat. It consists of nothing Sir Thomas More than hundreds of muddle, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my gauze-like clothes. When we saw a yoke 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 cottage 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 stay put naked. He said that it's the difference between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unjust, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit wino. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to booze all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the kitty, and then we all slept in the Sami bed

Sat

Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a spell whilst Jon fucked Debbie adjacent 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 people. A bit disappointing really.

Going round the Paris ring route was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our buttocks or breast 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 north of Paris we pulled off the pike and into a pocket-sized settlement. Jon found a small old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the response gave us a filthy aspect when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a bazaar sizing, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old manner Gallic toilets. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your invertebrate foot and a hollow in the trading floor. You have to crouch down and do your business. It was the offset time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

Squatting down to give birth a pee like that reminded me of the fourth dimension that Jon told me to do that one time when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid stream when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my annulus round my waistline and making a big pool on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That Nox we had our shoemaker's last dark on French people soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the promontory. Debbie was wearing a hempen necktie top, that didn't hide much of her lovely boob, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet attire. The absolute majority of mass in the café were old men, but a Brigham Young duad did add up in later on and exhausted quite a bit of fourth dimension staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a serious facial expression ( 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 forepart of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ favorable girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite happy on the wine and Jon just about had to expect me back to the hotel. It was a soundly job that it was black as I'm sure that my wearing apparel 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 night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Billy Sunday

My headland harm. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big bowls that the French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear thin a ‘ respectable'frock, which was okay by me ; I didn't much feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the thoroughgoing holiday with a perfect fucking ( well as perfective tense as a machine can grant ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an 60 minutes on the fuck machine ( study my daybook ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

Well, that's how our holiday in the southward of France went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to put out all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

Vanessa