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

vacation in the South of France

Unlike most of our trip-up abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hr before we climb on the carpenter's plane, Jon gave me 3 workweek placard of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the daughter 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 heave home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her ejaculate with us.

( For those of you that haven't interpret my Journal, or the tarradiddle of ‘ Debbie's snatch king ’, I should say you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to feed her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her twat at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked young cleaning lady 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 times that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few times as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at house naked, and when my close acquaintance come to visit, they are usually naked within mo of arriving. Only the previous William Ashley Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent well-nigh of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our plump for garden. )

Debbie and I got plate before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 arcminute 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 naked ( probably soaking wet ) pussy onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets house 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 fiddling girl vocalization and asked him. At showtime Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long break Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any difference girl, you know that I have to a greater extent than enough pussycat waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another hanker silence Jon said,"Okay then, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about money."“ Anything, absolutely anything."Debbie replied. Jon then lifted Debbie off him and told me to clean up his wet cock. As usual, Debbie's pussy succus tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to fall 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 metre when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 week later, Debbie drove me home plate and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the time. Before we did adulterate the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few thing that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 detail that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 dyad of knee pants and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her brassiere and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and drove down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the expressway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a residue region and we went to get some breakfast. It's so very much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short sparse dress on ( and shoes ). My attire was tightish appointment, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a expectant view of her backside when the wind blew her chick 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, dresses of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a prompt glimpse of her, my dress was already up round my psyche. When I turned to her, her top covered her caput. Her beautiful 34C breast showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples."Do you need to labour ?"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 beat, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 bare girlfriend getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the cover.

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

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

When the tank was total Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my credit card was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his headspring to severalise me to look over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both officer looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to rise over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can repel and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the pike, then down the N9 until we came to a pocket-size townspeople called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our apparel back on, as we had to find individual there. The place took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this person. Jon told us that he was collecting the key to the cottage, or Gite as they call them, that we were to stay at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow and minute until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the veracious place as it didn't feel like what he was expecting, but that didn't trouble him.

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

We all walked to the strawman door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the battlefront door, it opened and an old man looked at us in bewilderment. In very poor Gallic, Jon managed to recognise that we were in the damage position. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The short old man just stared at us as we went back to the car. Debbie was giggling a bit and waggled her buttocks as she walked.

We eventually found the right berth. It was wild. Four chamber, its own small swimming pool in a minuscule back garden, and no other building in quite a little.

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

Billy Sunday

Jon was up at dayspring and when I emerged he had food on the mesa and coffee berry in the pot. He told me that it was the survive time that he was going to get the nutrient ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her peg all-embracing apart and one hand 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 horseshoe on ( Jon said that shoes don't tally ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded region and were walking along a route 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 pee were half a dozen teenagers around 18 twelvemonth old. Four girls and two boy. 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 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 ball game.

Boy was that pee cold, my nipple were throbbing and as grueling as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stop in the weewee long and we lay on the grass in the little clarification to get dry and strong up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right yesteryear us to their clothes. I had my oculus shut, but I could finger the eyes staring at me. As they walked off, Jon rolled over to me and I saw that he had a hard-on. He told me to straddle him on my knees and to impale myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the son looking at us from the bushes. He must own come back to determine us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the stripling went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a niggling Village. Jon didn't particularly wishing to walk through that au naturel, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'pocket billiards 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 citizenry getting disorder because we had no clothes on. It was so loose and ‘ natural ’. The newly warm air helped as well.

spinal column at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very unlax afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the solid food ready. It was from behind at the sinkhole as I washed the dough. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the whizz, Debbie got up and bent down side by side to Jon. She got clasp of his dick and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an opportunity and told her,"If you can get it gruelling you can stimulate 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 dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and aid them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juices as I licked her snatch and his clump. They both came without even moving.

That Nox I slept with Jon and woke up with him fucking me in the spoonful position.

Monday

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

It took us about an hr to get to a office called Marseillan-Plage. A lilliputian Greenwich Village right on the glide. Jon parked on a picayune car park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this fiddling cartroad to the beach. The exclusively man-made objects that we had with us were the car keys, some sunburn application and Jon's pocketbook.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a fistful 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 destiny and lots of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a naturist resort. What an amaze place, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for about of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a convention village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ rule'village, but no one was wearing a affair. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her liveliness. The language ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any trouble fitting in. She never knew such blank space existed and she was amazed by the whole scale leaf of affair. I was a bit, there must accept 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 death there.

I really enjoyed sitting outside the cafés, feeding 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 intellectual nourishment and some vino. A number of early nude the great unwashed came and went. We weren't the entirely ones who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left. As we got further on we saw a turn of couples ( every compounding of sexes ) making out, some in the small backbone sand dune, and former in the centre of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up maiden and had breakfast ready. There was still no signal of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the sleep 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 people. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his hands on the sides of my head and gently bent 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 bother 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 trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye inter-group communication and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That dawn we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear just my white Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini chick. This is a wrapper around little doll that's about 10 inch long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in piazza by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my powerful hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a unleash, cut-off, crop top and a very brusk ( 14 column inch ), tight skirt. When she bent over even a small bit the top went up over her breasts and the skirt rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and kitty on display, until she pulled it down again.

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

All due deference to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to disregard him and try to get a few people even hotter under their shoe collar. And we did. We spent ages bending over the deep freezer and squatting down to get something from the bottom ledge. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my mamilla. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making matter too obvious. Daft statement, of course of instruction we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're subterfuge 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 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 birth given their surety anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could make hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did get hold one wearing apparel shop that had a few prissy looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a better look. The sales helper was a missy of about 20 and she looked very drill until we arrived. By the prison term we left she must let thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic addict. Some of us are !

Debbie was the beginning to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the floor and bent-over ( at the waist ) to find fault it up. The girls got a long eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its aureole. As Debbie stood up she turned to the missy and said,"Sorry."The young lady never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's pussy. Debbie put the attire back on the single-foot and pulled her skirt back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rails of clothes knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my loose fitting bikini top would actuate to one side. As I got out the other slope I pretended not to poster and went up to the girlfriend to ask her if I could try on the dress in my bridge player. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my pap went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest of drawers she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was naught Sir Thomas More than a room about 10 feet square with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no subdivision or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too diminished even for me. My two-piece top and bird were off in instant and I waited for a hour before going out into the shop holding the garb to encompass my organic structure. The lady friend saw me and I asked her if she could aid me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got conclusion I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked movement. She didn't do anything so I started to abuse into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got adhere and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my legs wide-eyed open. She saw my kitty rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a duet of frock. She said something to the girl and started to undress. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a frock over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left mamilla, 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 woman 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 clothes I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The fille looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full-of-the-moon vista of anyone who would have been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't look at all exposed, but there again having walked around the township wearing only 2 diminished Triangulum on my tit, and a skirt that when opened up is only 20 inches by 10 inches, it's not really surprising.

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

The girl looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to let out a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the garb and slipped it over his head. By the prison term it slithered down his body, his semi became a full and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it devolve. He turned his cover to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The spellbound girl just did it. He turned round to present her showing the big tent in the front that the girl was staring at. Even Jon had to take that he looked a right prat and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the little girl laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his book binding to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her heart were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her solve her lips as she bent down and took him in her sassing. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only young woman,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long and I saw the girlfriend gulp down his talent to her.

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

We left one very bilk girl in that shop class. I'm sure as shooting 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 front man and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back seat on her hands and knees. What a stack we must have been.

backrest at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two affair happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick dough and didn't even realize. toilet told me to foot 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 Gallic people carry their bread home ? Have a look round next metre were out."The arcsecond thing that happened was that I forgot to take my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the can and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

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

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

That Night we walked further down the route until we came to that lilliputian small town. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton plant ‘ A'dame ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a slender cotton ‘ A'bird and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

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

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to dismantle off and we all walked back in the dark, nude. It was a salutary job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very happy 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 accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up prompt. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower sass and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, fond, sunny sunup and I set out the food on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the kitty and did a couple of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to bend over and cutaneous senses my ankle. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this forenoon haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, master. Debbie woke me up by fingerbreadth fucking me."“ right hand then, get me heavily 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 cock was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a farsighted slacken fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very slack up day. fountainhead, 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 formula as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to obviate having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have one.

Even with the air temperature as high school as it was both Debbie's and my pussies were glistening with our juices all day. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reasonableness I expected to not feel the balls whilst swim, 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 suppose what would have happened if we'd been stopped by the police, or had an accident.

That night was spent eating and imbibition wine-colored outside the rear of the cottage.

I wish to a greater extent days were as pleasant, relaxing and stimulating as that one.

Thursday

Jon decided that we were going swimming for the day. Not to the beach or the river, but to a populace swim pool. He decided that the best plaza to find one would be in a city so he put some boxershorts on and Debbie and I put on small skirts and spinning top and off we went. After what seemed comparable time of day 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 region for men and women. There were also areas on benches with wearing apparel hooks as well as little changing carrel. It looked like some hoi polloi got changed in full perspective of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

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

The ‘ big'bathing costume that Debbie wore is a one bit one that you put your top dog through then let it fall down down your front. You then tidy up the presence out and then advertize the lower bits through your legs and grab the cord that then come round your shank to fasten near your belly button. To key it another way, it started as a thin shoulder strap round the backbone of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to embrace your breasts. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your slit, still in two part that are only about an column inch all-inclusive. They don't actually meet each former but are both attached to the backrest component part about half an inch apart just where your arse hole is. The vertebral column is like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front as two thin tie cords. These electric cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front part. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the nominal head office, the front man division hangs forward leaving my knocker and pubis exposed. I also have problem keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front bits that nearly cover my knocker. They start with virtually nix, spread apart to cover my bosom, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cord then go down my battlefront and have the top share of a trigon that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroy go either side of my pussy and are fastened together where they fulfil to go up my ass crack cocaine. The 2 cords then part company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulder joint to link up to the top of tit bits. When you look at me from the face 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 unacceptable. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what piffling flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my annulus whilst facing them, they all went calm and I felt my juices flow. That conversant tingle in my slit was making me experience good.

I turned round with my back to the teenagers and bent over. They got a great vista of my ass and pussycat as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to present them and the spent a farsighted clock time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to possess difficulty untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her cervix and the front straightened out, she had to sit down to make it well-heeled to fasten it round her shank. She made sure that her peg were all-encompassing afford 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 trailer truck. Jon put on a pair of his fine enmesh net nylon undies, the character that if you look within a couple of yards of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teen still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a storage locker and went out to the pocket billiards. There were band of people there, and many of women were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't feeling that practically out of situation. The French are much more liberal than the British.

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

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each clip 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 meter I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in presence of each of them, just to pull in sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the urine from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every meter I got to the rear end, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a couple of funny looking, but that's all. The well bit was getting dried. The Lapp mathematical group of teenage boys appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. needle to say that Debbie and me took our fourth dimension, and paid peculiar care to the matter to routine. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of multiplication, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my slit. That made a span of the blighter jaws drib. I did notice a yoke of bulge in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the cub, his nerve went brilliantly red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our wench and spinning top on and we all left.

We had a pleasant even eating and crapulence 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 delay there for the 2 calendar week, but no Oklahoman than we'd had breakfast he told us to tamp down our things and we set off down to the coast road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a position called St Raphael where Jon collected the tonality to another cottage.

The journey might let only been about 100 miles, but it took 60 minutes. By the time we found the bungalow we were all tired. It was a good job that we'd taken the food that was left in the first cottage.

This cottage was even to a greater extent removed and braggart than the outset one. The back garden was massive with forage hills to one slope and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

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

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few people know what we weren't wearing. One misfortunate man dropped a nursing bottle of wine when Debbie set over in front 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 individual's car as it reversed out of a park space. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlights on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to find out that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation Scouts ( 3 feller and 5 lady friend ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leadership, a man and char in their late twenty. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the Scouts went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the Scouts, and had a bit more fun. The feller wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the cuss got hard-on from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leaders told us all that they had agreed that the sentry 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 noon on the Sunday.

On the parkway back to the bungalow Jon told us that he used to be a speculation 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 cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our clothes on until the Kid got used to the idea. He told us to narrate them about his normal after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to get hold of our clothes off dependent upon the kid's chemical 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. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the evening repast quick then told them about Jon's star sign rule. I could see the lads centre light up as one of the little girl ( 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 treatment it was agreed that everyone could wear as practically or as fiddling as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little dress we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The blighter were in their swim trunks, 2 of the fille were just wearing two-piece bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong two-piece, and the other 2 were wearing full phase of the moon Bikini. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few second gear ( seemed like hr ), the football game started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

Debbie and me got chatting to the tike and discovered that they're all from London and are quite a well-disposed 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 stop 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 point-blank 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 face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

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

Debbie's actions had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get unfreeze and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minute of arc later wearing a dissimilar yoke of trunk and no hard-on. One of the former sonny said,"Had a expert jerking off then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the young lady went to protrude getting the food ready and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine-colored and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the crapulence got everyone more livelily. We were all one happy bunch telling stories and put-on when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ accuracy 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 circuit on the pasturage and play it by spinning an empty-bellied wine bottle. The one who the feeding bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared sucker to take her two-piece top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flop these ‘ turgid'egg white titty with dinkey little hard nipples.

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

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

Next, I dared Kirsty to touch her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her two-piece backside I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little suspension she put her hired man down the front and right hand over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

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

Then Tom dared fall guy to choose her Bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared fall guy to advertise her Bikini bottoms all the way into her kitty - She did.

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

Jake dared Debbie to make up herself cum. There were cheers from the lad, and a couple of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to commence moaning, then cum.

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

Next, Kirsty dared me to narrate everyone how I got my Au rings in my kitty-cat, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in muted enthrallment as I told them about me being suspended, rout, about 3 ft from the earth, about the vibration being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole poke to put the hollow in my pussy lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the survive bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second part of the daring, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his digit into me. Tom still has a lot to pick up about giving a charwoman pleasance, 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 duo of minutes Kirsty said,"This social unit has a reputation to live up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"seminal fluid on Lashkar-e-Toiba get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her snatch. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's spot and Karen put her digit in Angie. They each took it in turn to thumb do it Angie, even the lads. By the sentence the fourth someone was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the prison term 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 pack role in our ritual. Please feel free to use Angie's slit 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 more'look on her grimace. At start I wasn't certain what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head and lowered my kitty-cat onto her boldness, then stoop forward and started eating her pussy.

For a missy who gave the impression that she was a Virgin before that night, she did a goodness job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front of me. She had this big wax light in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few strokes with the candle to make Angie cum.

Jake said that there was one more matter that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to come back with a pail of inhuman water system, 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 piece of tail ice cubes in my cunt, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The game was that each of us girls had to pick up an void vino bottleful and prompt it over a note about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our custody to stand the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussycat, but it took a minute or so for it to drop down in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will decrease out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of sentiment we were all lined up with a bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottleful, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing line of reasoning.

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

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

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to slop any of it, as he wanted to booze it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground fix to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as easy, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my slit muscle, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the primer it started to slip out. It didn't come ripe out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open up can of snow on the mesa and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? well this is what happened with the bottleful of Champagne-Ardenne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to originate into my pussy. Within a few endorsement my slit felt like it was being invaded by millions of ants. The delight was just too lots. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the feeding bottle to keep open it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the metre that I put a hosepipe in my slit and turned it on, but also like billion of ant were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it dear ? I was lying there, pulling the nursing bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like infernal region.

When my mind came ‘ back to earth ’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a photographic camera and was taking painting 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 stomach which forced the rest out of my puss 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 hard-on ) was still taking photo of all the naked consistence. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete differentiate Kirsty that it was a digital television camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hr later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a bigheaded bitch at times, how about we give her something to call back this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit slow down on the intake, 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 up so Jake said,"okay, fall on Tom, hand me a manus 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 tits, and Jake picked up her posterior half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees polish his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, sucker said,"right hand, that's it, the persnickety bitch gets her lesson."With that Jake and gull went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and fall guy long to discharge the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart.

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

Lord's Day

I woke up with one bridge player on Debbie's mightily breast and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her twat and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her wooden leg opened to give me better access 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 meter I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eyes. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettledrum on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her kitty 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 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 rest of the rooms to see who was where, and who was up. I found Pete curled up with Kirsty, both still naked, in one elbow room, and Sara bouncing up and down on Tom ( fucking ) in another room.



The others were all in another room all still utter to the universe. Angie was still rout on her sleeping bag. I have to admit that Angie did look dear with her lowly boob, slender figure and bald pussy.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various state of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid dawn everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to issue forth to life. individual asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few minutes 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 fuck who had done the deed. Of trend no one admitted to it, all most the great unwashed 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 consortium eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pocket billiards, enjoying the sun. Most of the Thomas Kid were either nude or had just bikini bottoms or trunks on. They had got used to the nakedness and even the lad's no longer had permanent erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and put back 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 menage and that I don't own any knickers, brassiere, trouser, leggings, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a petty surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

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

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

That evening we put just enough vesture on to incubate our interesting bite and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant eve eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring flavor from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for almost of the even, but that was about it.

Mon

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most shake up thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedchamber and told me to flex over with my branch apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 in long by 1 inch diameter ) remote control controlled vibrator right field into my slit. 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 separate Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windowpane and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her hand onto my pussy. Needless to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"intellection so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can sense your cunt. That delicious olfactory property has been getting stronger ever since we left the cottage. soul's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the quietus 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 dim bit of notice that all 3 of us were stark raw. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was belittled and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong bikini. Not even a collapse 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 notice of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan lotion and feeding bottle of water 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 rest there and see after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my legs wide apart.

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

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

I'd just settled down to a nice dreamy, exciting and frustrating session when I heard this Almighty thunder and bloody big plane flew overhead. It was so low that I could feel the bill of exchange of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared warm than that plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to chat me up. The Light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up telephone circuit down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a lump, and he did have a big semi hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a total second mesmerised looking at each other's genitals before he finally left. I was sword lily that he did because the second he left I had my second climax of the day, and it was firm than the 1st. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big dick ( often prominent 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 young lady, have you been frigging yourself all the metre we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"well you weren't here to take care of the itch."She smiled and lay next to me.

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

Jon had me continue 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 verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walkway by the river that went under the main coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to span the route to continue up the position of the river. That was until a couple of gondola sounded the saddle horn. Jon told us to get a motion on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the side of the river and came to this landing field. It must bear been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to turn back, this jeep with some military looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't bent around for long.

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

That night we had a quiet Nox round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an orgy. All 3 of us enjoyed each former. Jon wanted a repetition of the bottle carrying contention that we had with the venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me predict to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine-coloured bottles, Jon told me to go and get every feeding bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety, but the ones Jon was concern in were the across-the-board ones. The future half time of day was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine-coloured bottle ) was a coke bottleful. The substance of a few wine bottles were inside my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke nursing bottle went in quite well-to-do. 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 slippery, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a traction on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and hale it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a pitch-black German vino bottleful, it had a very inadequate neck then bulged out to the main voice which was a effective 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me relax more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her manus 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 fist in me a few times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as very much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To make sure as shooting that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any Mexican valium so we went into the kitchen and used some belted ammunition and pant ( Jon's ) to tie her arm and ramification to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being pudden-head, all her breeches were back in England. I think my brain must get been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to put to work on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her piffling 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 hole was still quite full. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to slack 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 look of pleasance on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 minute of arc and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His whole hand had disappeared.

Wanting to make the near of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't check when she came, but went on for another couple of min until she came again. He then gently pulled his paw out and state me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her bridge player she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her cunt."God that's effective"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inches of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottle. She tried one of the wine-colored feeding 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 hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

Went for a walking 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 attire on and remove our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 international mile along the seashore but it took us nearly 2 time of day to get there. The lieu and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite fat people - or citizenry pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have got 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 large number of cleaning lady walking along the seafront in their thong Bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Saame. We went to the car and changed into our bathing suit outside the car. Of course it was easiest to lather our dress off and stand there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my other swimsuit, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

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

That evening we had a repast at a very expensive eating place. All through the meal my attire up round my waistline and the waiter could easily see my cunt. He took it all in his stride. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of metre 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 ache dress, unforesightful skirt, top and adequate gear to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous Casino in three-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hr 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 well flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very on the loose crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walkway round character of the Grand Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the seaport expanse. 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 boat anywhere to be seen. The whole place was full of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them cost Sir Thomas More than a million hammering each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing inkpad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the routine that had cars parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a crew of young women. Don't know if it was the full crowd 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 have been wearing a thong ; it was unmanageable to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the picture that there could induce been some ‘ interesting'time on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed corresponding geographical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a match of nursing bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to proceed my chair round a bit so that he could get a right flavour up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and vertebral column of the bird don't meet. All there is on my left hip is the thin cord that ties the chick together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had cipher on underneath it. I gave him a respectable ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 lilliputian pack in my pussy.

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

I felt dependable walking to the casino in my shortly silky dress, the one that hangs out from my breast letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my tits. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front dress. It's so inadequate that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing one C of thousands of pounds in second gear. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right adjacent to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie playing period for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the next hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the survive 5 he had one hand round the backrest of her legs and up her clothes. Debbie later told me that she let him put his finger in her snatch. He didn't render her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

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

Fri

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's private road away. Jon told us that we might require a dress or skirt and top with us, but no early apparel. We didn't wear anything until late good 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 lilliputian village right on the seacoast with very nice looking modest 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. Water taking up as much primer coat quad as the construction. The theater looked minor, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The garb that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a black string vest. It consists of nothing Thomas More than hundreds of holes, all big enough to get my indicator finger ( or mammilla ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through attire. When we saw a couple of women walking around wearing only bikini rear end, 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 sales booth. 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 naked. He said that it's the divergence between what a man can get away with, and what a adult female can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The adolescent were a bit amused by our nakedness, 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 drunkard. Jon said that as it was our last night we had to drink all the wine-colored that we had left. We ended up nookie each early in and around the pool, and then we all slept in the same bed

Sabbatum

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 find 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 for thought. Not one car gave any impression that they'd seen naked citizenry. A bit disappointing really.

Going round the Paris ring road was a bit more worry, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to compress our backsides or mammilla against the windowpane whenever we managed to attract a man's attending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't reason an accident.

Just north of Paris we pulled off the superhighway and into a small village. Jon found a little old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old cleaning woman who ran the response gave us a lousy looking when Jon asked for one elbow room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a fair size, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French john. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your fundament and a hole in the floor. You have to scrunch up down and do your job. It was the for the first time time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become nonextant 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 menstruation when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the smoke. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That night we had our last nighttime on French people grunge. We walked to a piddling café and turned a few principal 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 oral sex. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her adorable tit, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet apparel. The bulk of people in the café were old men, but a Brigham Young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good flavour ( 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 straw man of his trousers. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky girl'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite glad on the wine-colored and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a skilful job that it was dark as I'm sure that my 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 sentiment. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

My heading hurt. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big bowling ball that the Daniel Chester French drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to endure a ‘ respectable'dress, which was okay by me ; I didn't often spirit like flashing anyone.

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

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

fountainhead, that's how our holiday in the Confederacy of France went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Page as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa