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.

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike most of our misstep abroad when Jon doesn't tell me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 weeks observation of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair beauty parlour 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 up with us without get-go discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a rhytidectomy menage. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her seminal fluid with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my diary, or the tale of ‘ Debbie's snatch magnate ’, I should tell you that at an other age Debbie discovered that she could get men to render her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked Whitney Young women around him. I wouldn't say that he isn't turned on by them, he is, and it had led to a few mini orgies ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many meter that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few sentence as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at base naked, and when my ending friends come to visit, they are usually naked within instant of arriving. Only the late Billy Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked lady friend waiting to do his tea. After about 10 minutes of Debbie being extra nice to him, Jon asked me what was going on. It was then that Debbie went and sat on his lap and started slowly grinding her raw ( probably soaking wet ) pussycat onto his dick. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets dwelling house as well ). Jon told her to block it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl interpreter and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a long break Debbie undercoat her keister down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any deviation miss, you know that I have more than enough slit waiting for me any metre that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another farseeing 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 tool. As usual, Debbie's cunt juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his cock Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come in with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the holiday. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be fair, yes she does. I can't remember one time when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 calendar week later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really possess much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for almost of the clip. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 item that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her bras and pants. 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 window at the motorway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and I was glad that I only had a short circuit thin dress on ( and place ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a keen horizon of her backside 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 social movement of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"rightfulness, this is where it starts, wearing apparel of, sort out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a warm glimpse of her, my clothes was already up round my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C bosom showing the effects of the fresh, warm French people air on her tit."Do you need to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked turn, but no one appeared to take in noticed the 2 naked girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the back.

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

About 5 hours later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next rest area. I parked the car on the outdoors row of gasolene pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the side of meat of the car that the armored combat vehicle 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 armoured combat vehicle was full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to order me to look over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both police officer looking back onto the state highway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's doorway and told me to climb over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many mass can drive and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the throughway, then down the N9 until we came to a humble Town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our dress back on, as we had to find person there. The place took a bit of determination, 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 detain 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 the right way space as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't fuss him.

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

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

We eventually found the mighty place. It was grand. Four sleeping room, its own small swimming pool in a small back garden, and no other construction in mint.

We had a ready look bout then took our baggage in, then had spry swim. Jon put some light on and told us that he was going to obtain 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 of the day, early than eat, drinkable and enjoy the peace and quiet. We all slept in separate bed that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at dawning and when I emerged he had food for thought on the mesa and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last time that he was going to get the food for thought ready. I went to get Debbie and found her asleep on top of her bed with her ramification wide apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own finger's breadth into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on ( Jon said that shoe don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a small wooded area 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 water system were half a dozen teenagers around 18 years old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so a great deal fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a 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 haircloth on any of us ; but we were right in the urine before they carried on with their Lucille Ball game.

Boy was that water coldness, my nipple were throbbing and as backbreaking as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't hitch in the water long and we lay on the supergrass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked justly past us to their clothes. 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 spike myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the bushes. He must ingest come back to watch over us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the teenagers went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a footling settlement. Jon didn't particularly want to walk through that naked, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'pool when we got back. Having said that it was great being able to walk through the countryside naked without having to worry about people getting trouble because we had no clothes on. It was so relaxing and ‘ raw ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

rachis at the cottage, we opened a bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and even. At tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the intellectual nourishment 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 mavin, Debbie got up and bow down next to Jon. She got hold of his hawkshaw and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the care and my pussycat is feeling lonely."

Jon never was one for missing an chance and told her,"If you can get it hard you can sustain it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his charr and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs across-the-board I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to come and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her succus as I licked her pussy and his globe. They both came without even moving.

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

Monday

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

It took us about an 60 minutes to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a lilliputian car Park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only man-made aim that we had with us were the car keys, some sunburn application and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively calm with only a handful of people on it. virtually were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a place with pile of hotels. By then there were scores and scads 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 nudist holiday resort. What an awful place, I never knew such home existed. We stayed there for nearly of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, mass doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'hamlet, but no one was wearing a matter. 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 metre sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor people Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's lexicon so she didn't have any problem fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the altogether scale of things. I was a bit, there must have been a duo of thousand people there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the shoes, but it had grown since he was close there.

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

Early even we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A phone number of other bare people came and went. We weren't the but unity who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the other way, with the village on our left wing. As we got further on we saw a number of duad ( every combination of sexual urge ) making out, some in the small Baroness Dudevant sand dune, and former in the middle of the open beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tues

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no signaling of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest period 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 Gallic. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the rush lid. I cursed and held my nous as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Christian Bible he was saying, but he put his deal on the incline of my head and gently bent me forward to get a tone to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a prominence and as I rubbed it and the infliction get LE 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 link and he said something and left. I turned unit of ammunition and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morn we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to weary just my white Lycra bikini top ( more suitable for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini annulus. This is a wrap around piddling skirt that's about 10 inch long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in spot by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 column inch ( usually on my right hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've nothing on underneath. Debbie wore a open, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inches ), tight dame. When she bent over even a lilliputian bit the top went up over her chest and the wench rode-up showing her ass. When she stood up again it stayed there with her ass and slit on display, until she pulled it down again.

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

All due respect 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 snub him and try to get a few people even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelves. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my nipple. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making affair 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 stupe. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big Daucus carota sativa. 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 sustain given their surety anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could bear hidden anything. fountainhead maybe one place…..

We did see one wearing apparel shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a easily looking. The sales assistant was a daughter of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must ingest thought that the Brits the great unwashed are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to fire up the girl up. She dropped a dress on the level and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The fille got a farsighted eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its gloriole. As Debbie stood up she turned to the young lady and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's slit. Debbie put the frock back on the stand and pulled her skirt back down. My tour 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 equip two-piece top would actuate to one side of meat. As I got out the other side I pretended not to notice and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the garb in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my tit went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my bureau she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was null more than a room about 10 animal foot substantial with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite squeamish, no sleeve or shoulder joint straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in s and I waited for a minute of arc before going out into the shop class holding the clothes to cover my soundbox. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could assist me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got airless 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 front. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the dress. As I struggled to tear it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to take it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chair facing the door with my wooden leg across-the-board 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 evince Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a couple of dress. She said something to the missy and started to strip. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to commit a apparel over her head. When her subdivision were up in the air I pinched her left mamilla, which made her shout a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the clothes and taken it off, I had taken off the dress I was wearing and was naked as well. I was just about to try on the dress that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and find something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't result and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the store Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in broad view 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 Ithiel Town wearing only 2 pocket-sized trigon on my breasts, and a dame 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 elbow room. Jon was still talking to the daughter who hadn't a cue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 wearing apparel back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd flavour in effect in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to offend the girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the daughter,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The girl looked even more than puzzled as Jon turned to face her and whipped his shirt off. The young lady just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his shorts to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the frock and slipped it over his head. By the metre it slithered down his body, his articulated lorry became a broad and the movement of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his tool and let it accrue. He turned his vertebral column to the little girl and asked her to zip him up. The spell-bound girl just did it. He turned rhythm to face her showing the big tent in the battlefront that the little girl was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right hind end and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girl 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 girl. Her eye 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 mouth. Debbie put her hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"complacence only fille,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't final long and I saw the female child gulp down his gift to her.

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

We left one very frustrated girl in that shop class. I'm sure she must have got gone in the backrest when that customer left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the bungalow, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the movement and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the plunk for butt on her hands and knees. What a plenty we must birth been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French people stick breadstuff and didn't even gain. John Lackland told me to pluck up the ‘ arm pit moolah'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do about of the French citizenry carry their bread home ? Have a spirit round next time were out."The 2d matter that happened was that I forgot to contract my clothes off as soon as I got into the cottage. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few hebdomad since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round of golf for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my mortise joint, which were about a pick apart. Jon then proceeded to dedicate 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, okeh 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 Same then licked her digit. I moaned a little as she touched my cunt. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

That nighttime we walked further down the road until we came to that little village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a thin cotton ‘ A'dame ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the entirely café / bar in the station and doubled its customer numeration. We sat at a board outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my skirt flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would hold seen was our bare tum. The brightness wasn't that good, and we had our branch quite close together.

As we left the hamlet to go back to the bungalow, Jon told us to rifle off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a sound job the moon was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up early feeling very glad and aphrodisiac, to observe Debbie playing with my button. She'd just brought me to a beautiful climax when I heard Jon moving around in his can. I wanted to fall the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her broken back talk and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, ardent, cheery morning and I set out the intellectual nourishment on the table out the back. Jon came out, jumped in the syndicate and did a twosome of length before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to turn away over and tactual sensation my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this dawn haven't you ?"Feeling a bit hangdog and subservient I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right then, get me punishing then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my oral cavity. 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 burnt umber. She watched us have a foresightful slow 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 sojourn there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd wear hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to proceed stopping either to avoid having an sexual climax there and then, or to actually have one.

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

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

That night was spent eating and boozing wine outside the back 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 public swimming pool. He decided that the sound seat to get one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on petty bird and tops and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure heart in Marseille.

The start matter that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate areas for men and adult female. There were also areas on benches with clothes crotchet as well as little changing cubicle. It looked like some people got changed in good view of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimsuit to fall apart, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimming costume ( lav likes white-hot Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one small-arm one that you put your head through then let it fall down your front. You then straighten the front out and then drive the lower bits through your legs and take hold of the cords that then come round your waist to tighten near your belly button. To describe it another way, it started as a thin strap round the book binding of your neck opening, then expanded in two pieces to cover your white meat. It then goes down in a mysterious ‘ V'going over your cunt, still in two pieces that are only about an inch extensive. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the book binding role about half an inch apart just where your arse hole is. The back is like a full, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the battlefront as two thin tie electric cord. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the straw man part. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front part hangs forward leaving my breasts and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 movement parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less corporeal. It comprises of 2 front end minute that nearly cover my tit. They start with virtually cipher, spread apart to cover my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my presence and have the top piece of a Triangle that covers my os pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable section of my kitty when I'm stood up. And the 2 corduroys go either side of my puss and are fastened together where they run across to go up my ass whirl. The 2 corduroys then part party as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to bring together to the top of breast bits. When you look at me from the side it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimwear that Debbie wore is bad enough to continue in billet, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unacceptable. Even with the cord pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breasts pops out with even the tenuous agile move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to present what little flesh that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my dame whilst facing them, they all went quietly and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingle in my kitty-cat was making me feel unspoilt.

I turned round with my back to the teenagers and bent grass over. They got a great thought of my ass and pussy as I spent eld ‘ looking'for my bathing costume in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a yearn time untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to own trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck and the movement straightened out, she had to sit down to make water it easy to fasten it round her waist. She made sure that her legs were wide exposed as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a missy about my age who was getting a estimable eyeful of his semi. Jon put on a span of his OK engage net nylon undies, the character that if you look within a couple of M of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the adolescent still staring at us, we locked our apparel in a locker and went out to the pond. There were flock of mass there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't face that much out of place. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pool is quite big with playground slide and a waving machine. There's an outdoor component part with sunbeds on the grass. Debbie and me did get a bit of aid from some of the teenage male child and men there, but not as a great deal as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the departure between the French and the Brits. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each clock time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few clock time I could really feel their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in social movement of each of them, just to make for sure that they had a good look. It wasn't just the piss from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the lantern slide was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the bottom, one of my pap 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 curious looking at, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The Lapplander group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. acerate leaf to say that Debbie and me took our fourth dimension, and paid especial attention to the interesting moment. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couplet of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my kitty. That made a span of the lads jaws drop. I did mark a duo of gibbosity in the teenager's tree trunk, and when I stared at one of the lads, his face went bright red, but he didn't check looking. Anyway, we eventually put our chick and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drunkenness 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 continue there for the 2 week, but no earlier than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the seacoast road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a billet called St Raffaello Santi where Jon collected the Florida key to another cottage.

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

This bungalow was even more outside and bigger than the first one. The back garden was monolithic with grass mound to one face and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

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

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few mass know what we weren't wearing. One wretched man dropped a bottle of wine-coloured when Debbie bent-grass over in nominal head of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car parking lot we saw an accident. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French somebody's car as it reversed out of a parking space. There wasn't much impairment but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the masses in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation Scouts ( 3 feller and 5 lady friend ) all about 18oro 19 geezerhood old, with 2 leaders, a man and woman in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to lecture to them whilst the lookout man went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the pathfinder, and had a bit more fun. The fellow wanted to go round with us whilst the daughter wanted to get on with the shopping. phonograph needle to say that the lads got erection from the display that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a speculation guide drawing card and had organised a few interchangeable touring misstep round EEC. He'd had a mini-bus breakdown on him and knew what job you can have.

As we arrived back at the cottage Jon told Debbie and me to keep our wearing apparel on until the kids got used to the estimation. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leader had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our wearing apparel off dependent upon the kid's reaction. Debbie said that they've already seen just about everything there was to see already so she couldn't imagine that there would be a problem.

Anyway, after unpacking the mini-bus, showing the minor where to sleep and getting a drunkenness, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took charge and got everyone together. First of all she sorted out who was going to get the even meal cook then told them about Jon's house pattern. I could see the laddie heart light up as one of the female child ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as little 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 youngster were in or around the kitty. The lads were in their swimming torso, 2 of the girls were just wearing two-piece tush, 1 was wearing a thong two-piece, and the other 2 were wearing full phase of the moon bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out bare as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few minute ( seemed like time of day ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

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

At one point some of them had been in the pool and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most vocal of the young woman ) 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 cause a hard-on, 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 dry land ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a hard-on as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a proper look."With that Debbie squatted down between his legs and pulled his trunks down. There were sunniness from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's wide-open legs.

Debbie's actions had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get free and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a unlike duo of tree trunk and no hard-on. One of the early sonny said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to take up getting the intellectual nourishment ready and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the beverage got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous bunch telling taradiddle and jokes when one of the girls suggested we play ‘ accuracy or dare ’. Angie wasn't too smashing but alcoholic drink had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

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

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

Jake then dared Patsy to fill her Bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out founder these ‘ large'Andrew Dickson White breasts with dinkey little hard nipples.

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

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

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

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

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

Next, Pete dared fool to advertise her two-piece bottoms all the way into her pussycat - She did.

Next, Karen dared Jake to throw away his proboscis and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to progress to herself cum. There were sunshine from the lads, and a couple of the lady friend, as Debbie spread her pegleg wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to bug out moaning, then cum.

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

Next, Kirsty dared me to differentiate everyone how I got my Au pack in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 ft from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather workers hole lick to put the holes in my purulent mouth. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second portion of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his finger's breadth into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a charwoman joy, but it was dainty, and he did get me to cum.

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

A minute of arc or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's space and Karenic put her finger in Angie. They each took it in turn to finger fuck Angie, even the chap. By the sentence the quaternary person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming - for more than.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our server we would be honoured if you would take part in our ritual. Please feel dislodge to use Angie's snatch as you want."Debbie and I looked at each former 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 face. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her head teacher and lowered my pussy onto her face, then set forward and started eating her slit.

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

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

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

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

The game was that each of us girls had to plunk up an empty wine-colored bottle and be active it over a furrow about 20 feet away. Only problem was that we could only use our deal to stand the feeding bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few comments like,"it won't fit"or"it will fall out ”. Angie just giggled ; she was obviously well gone. Anyway, after a bit of persuasion we were all lined up with a bottle at our metrical unit. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and transfix myself on the bottleful, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finish line.

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

This went on for a full 5 minute before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the line of products. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a bottleful of sleazy champagne. He said that we wanted a total bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

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

When Jake started the slipstream I managed to spike myself okay, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to luxate out. It didn't come mighty out, but it hit the priming coat with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of Coca Cola on the table and then just look out it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got bulge out waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my pussy. Within a few seconds my kitty felt like it was being invaded by 1000000 of ants. The joy was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottleful to keep it in home, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the sentence that I put a hose in my pussy and turned it on, but also like zillion of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the nursing bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like nether region.

When my brain came ‘ back to earth ’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a camera and was taking pictures of me.

I eased the feeding bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half broad. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the rest out of my pussy like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

That game died and the talking carry on. fool was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking exposure of all the naked bodies. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete severalise Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

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

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

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down feather on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even stir, sucker said,"Right, that's it, the snot-nosed squawk gets her lesson."With that Jake and fool went and got the shaving gear. It didn't take Jake and fall guy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs encompassing apart.

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

William Ashley Sunday

I woke up with one mitt on Debbie's correct boob and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her puss and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her legs opened to give me better access to her rapidly wetting pussy. I played with her clit and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the here and now, 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 way. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her slit 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 vex and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still abruptly to the humans. Angie was still spread-eagle on her sleeping bag. I have to allow in that Angie did depend adept with her small-scale breast, slender figure and bald cunt.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful daybreak sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in several states of dress or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid dawn everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to get along to aliveness. somebody asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few instant 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 conveyance. Of course no one admitted to it, all most citizenry could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a rain 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 pond, enjoying the sun. about of the kids were either naked or had just bikini can or trunks on. They had got used to the nudity and even the lad's no longer had lasting erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and supersede the strong drink that we'd all downed the former dark 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 household and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trouser, leging, tights or boxers. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a small surprise and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

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

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

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most arouse thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his sleeping accommodation and told me to bend over with my legs apart. He then pushed my little ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right field 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 fastness 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 windowpane and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 minutes Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her script onto my twat. Needless to say her handwriting got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"cerebration so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can sense your pussy. That delightful perfume has been getting stronger ever since we left the bungalow. someone's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest period of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of traffic on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were perfect nude. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was minor and blond and riding a big bike. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief G-string bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two hoi polloi in the car parkland so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any notification of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan application and bottleful of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the small sand dune.

After about an hr Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walkway. Jon told me to stick around there and look 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 mode ) just before they left. About 10 minutes later I was just getting close to having my world-class sexual climax of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that lovely feel in my puss and hadn't heard or seen him do up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubital joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet slit. I squeezed my pussy to pass water sure as shooting that the vibe was well hidden inside me and said,"What !"He held an unlit cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a brightness level ?'I don't know where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bags, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my topper"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 session when I heard this almighty roar and bloody big aeroplane flew budget items. It was so low that I could sense the draft of air as it went passed. Any ‘ fervor'that had been building up in me disappeared speedy than that plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 more than men come to try to chaffer me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up dividing line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a lump, and he did accept a big trailer truck erection as he stood between my foundation. I think we both spent a full min mesmerised looking at each former's genitals before he finally left. I was sword lily that he did because the second he left I had my endorse climax of the day, and it was strong than the start. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big cock ( much adult 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 female child, have you been frigging yourself all the clock time we were away ?"All I could think of to say was,"well you weren't here to choose fear of the itch."She smiled and lay succeeding to me.

We had a capital day on the beach, swim and tanning. Jon was with me for the balance of the day and I didn't get any Thomas More men asking me for a light.

Jon had me keep 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 good afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walking by the river that went under the primary slide road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to thwart the road to continue up the side of the river. That was until a match of cars sounded the saddle horn. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the position of the river and came to this airfield. It must have been from there that the plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to change by reversal back, this landrover with some military machine looking men in it drove up and watched us. I could see a smile on one of the men's faces but we didn't hang around for long.

Back at the beach we walked the antonym way to what Debbie and Jon did in the break of the day. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few funny looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a pipe down night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an bacchanal. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the bottle carrying contention that we had with the Venture Scouts. I won again, and Debbie made me promise to let her take over my pussy exercising weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a variety show, but the single Jon was interested in were the wide 1. The next one-half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottle into my cunt. The offset one that went in ( after the neck of the wine feeding bottle ) was a blow nursing bottle. The contents of a few wine-coloured bottles were inside my tum and I was well-chosen and relaxed so the coke bottleful went in quite slow. 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 unmanageable for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and hug it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black German wine nursing bottle, it had a very unforesightful neck opening then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inches in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my clit made me loosen up more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her script in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few times she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as a great deal 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 ca-ca for certain 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 belts and trouser ( Jon's ) to tie her arm and legs to the table ramification. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to intercept being pudding head, all her drawers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to shape on relaxing her. I started with my mouthpiece and played with her trivial clitoris for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his cock in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide. I did experience Jon cum in me when he grabbed my pelvis and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to unwind 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 pleasure on Debbie's aspect as Jon worked on her pussy. It took about 5 moment and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His solid hired hand had disappeared.

Wanting to cook the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her mitt 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 slit."God that's good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 in of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottleful. She tried one of the wine bottle in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that idea. He said that it reminded him of gay men too much.

Debbie and I slept either position of Jon that night. I think that he had a script 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 first affair, 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 masses was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Midweek

That morning time Jon told us to put a dress on and take our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might sustain only been about 25 naut mi along the slide but it took us nearly 2 hr to get there. The place and the multitude there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite rich the great unwashed - 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 large act of fair sex walking along the seafront in their thong two-piece, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the Lapp. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of trend it was easiest to whip our wearing apparel off and endure there naked while we arranged our swimsuit. 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 French Republic.

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

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

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to aim a smart clothes, short-circuit chick, top and enough gear to hit ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the noted Casino in four-card monte Carlo. It took us 3 hour to get there going along the glide road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car nude and we had some good flashing academic session whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a doll and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very unleash craw top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round role of the Grand Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a sportfishing boat anywhere to be seen. The whole place was full of expensive yachts. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them monetary value Sir Thomas More than a million pounds each. There was even a twosome that had helicopter landing inking pad on them. One had the whirlybird there as well. I lost count of the issue that had machine parked on them.

Quite a bit had their own crews, all very smartly dressed in blanched uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of Loretta Young women. Don't know if it was the wide bunch or just voice of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a like way to Debbie and me. One of them set over and I saw all her backside. She may stimulate been wearing a thong ; it was difficult to tell apart at that distance. Anyway it gave the opinion that there could stimulate been some ‘ worry'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed corresponding miles, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to affect my chairwoman snipe a bit so that he could get a proper look up my chick. He was sat on my left, which is the side where the front and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my forget hip is the tenuous cord that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a good ten minute of him having a good expression at the 2 little rings in my pussy.

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

I felt right walking to the Casino in my scant silky dress, the one that hangs out from my pectus letting anyone who looks down the battlefront or English see all my bosom. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front frock. It's so short that she can't bend without showing her ass.



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

Inside it was unbelievable. We watched people loosing century of chiliad of pounds in bit. 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 caper 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 hour, and for the last 5 he had one hand round the spine of her ramification and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

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

Friday

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an hour's drive away. Jon told us that we might need a frock or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did depart Jon to us to port Grimaud, a little village right on the coast with very nice looking diminished sign surrounded by piddle. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the chip of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as very much ground space as the building. The home looked pocket-sized, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The wearing apparel that I wore was a crochet one that could almost be mistaken for a blacken string undershirt. It consists of zip More than century of muddle, all big enough to get my index finger's breadth ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my vapourous dress. When we saw a couple of char walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the bungalow Jon decided to buy some fruit from a wayside 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 rest naked. He said that it's the deviation between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The stripling were a bit amused by our openness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A pair of motorcar honked their cornet as they went passed us.

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

Sat

Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a spell whilst Jon fucked Debbie next to me. I didn't feel up to joining in and Jon didn't invite me.

We spent all that day driving up French Republic. 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 naked mass. A bit disappointing really.

leaving round the capital of France ring road was a bit more interesting, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to press our seat or tits against the windows whenever we managed to attract a man's attention by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't cause an accident.

Just north of French capital we pulled off the motorway and into a lowly settlement. Jon found a minuscule old hotel for the night so we put some dress on and went in. The old woman who ran the response gave us a lousy look when Jon asked for one room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The room was a carnival size, but in the privy they have what Jon told me was one of the old style French lav. There's zippo to sit on, just 2 places for your foot and a yap in the flooring. You have to scrunch down and do your business. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct years ago.

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

That night we had our finally night on French filth. We walked to a little café and turned a few headway when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's limb. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the head word. Debbie was wearing a hackamore top, that didn't hide much of her lovely breasts, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting garb. The absolute majority of people in the café were old men, but a young couple did come in later on and spent quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good expression ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my legs quite panoptic. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his pant. I smiled and thought, ‘ lucky lady friend'when Jon said,"I bet I know what he'll be after when they get home."

Both Debbie and I got quite felicitous on the wine and Jon just about had to conduct me back to the hotel. It was a good job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waistline 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 dark as well ; I can still vaguely commemorate Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

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

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

Just to end the thoroughgoing holiday with a hone fucking ( well as gross as a machine can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hr on the nooky simple machine ( read my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

wellspring, that's how our holiday in the Dixieland of French Republic went. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to bring out all of them on my web pageboy as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa