The adventure I'm about to distinguish happened in tardily spring of 2000 when Jon took me to the Confederate States of America of French Republic for a two-week holiday.

Holiday in the South of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault

Unlike nigh of our slip 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 poster of this vacation. I had to let the manager of the tomentum beauty shop where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the girls that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could get with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a ski lift home. She was going to try to charm Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my diary, or the fib of ‘ Debbie's Pussy top executive ’, I should tell you that at an former age Debbie discovered that she could get men to afford 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 immature woman 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 times that I've lost count. He's also fucked her a few multiplication as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my sentence at home base naked, and when my close friends come to visit, they are usually naked within arcminute of arriving. Only the former Dominicus, Debbie and Bridie had spent most of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our game garden. )

Debbie and I got menage before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to process his tea. After about 10 minute of arc 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 family as well ). Jon told her to stop it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At firstly Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a prospicient interruption Debbie land her back end down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any remainder girl, you know that I have more than adequate pussy waiting for me any time that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another long 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 hawkshaw. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to come 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 call up one sentence when she hasn't.

On the Friday evening 3 hebdomad later, Debbie drove me home and put her car in our service department. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really let much baggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing very much for most of the time. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 point that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 dyad of breeches and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her brassiere and drawers. 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 own 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 tolbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a rest period area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in French Republic and I was happy that I only had a unforesightful thin attire on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish accommodation, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a great thought of her seat when the steer blew her skirt up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the toilet and then back to the car. Jon was in front of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"right wing, 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 immediate glimpse of her, my dress was already up round my caput. When I turned to her, her top covered her psyche. Her beautiful 34C tit showing the personal effects of the unfermented, strong French air on her teat."Do you want to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 nude girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfy in the back.

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

About 5 60 minutes later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the following eternal rest area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol pumps and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the heart that we were parked on, and the English of the car that the storage tank filler was, Debbie could fill up the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the heart behind us. He just stared.

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

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many people can drive 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 belittled town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to get someone there. The position 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 appease at. We the headed off south down this route that got narrower and narrower until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right on place as it didn't tone like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

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

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

We eventually found the right post. It was fantastic. Four bedchamber, its own footling swimming pool in a small back garden, and no other building in sight.

We had a flying feeling round then took our luggage in, then had warm swim. Jon put some short on and told us that he was going to find out a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of food and vino. We didn't do much for the sleep of the day, other than eat, drinkable and bask the peace and quiet. We all slept in distinguish beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at break of day and when I emerged he had food on the table and burnt umber in the pot. He told me that it was the live on time that he was going to get the solid food ready. I went to get Debbie and found her gone on top of her bed with her legs wide apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own digit into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some brake shoe on ( Jon said that shoes don't count ), and set off out the back. We found a niggling wooded area and were walking along a course 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 were half a dozen teenagers around 18 years old. Four young woman 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 arcminute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverside before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic pilus on any of us ; but we were right in the weewee before they carried on with their glob game.

Boy was that water system common cold, my tit were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the pee long and we lay on the grass in the picayune clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked redress past us to their clothes. I had my center 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 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 boys looking at us from the bushes. He must have come back to watch us. Debbie just lay on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my puss we got up and continued exploring. We went along the like way that the teenager went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air 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-bodied to walk through the countryside naked without having to worry about hoi polloi getting upset because we had no apparel on. It was so relaxing and ‘ natural ’. The tonic warm air helped as well.

Back at the bungalow, we opened a bottleful of vino ( or two ) and had a very relaxing afternoon and evening. At tea Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the food ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lolly. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the stars, Debbie got up and stoop down next to Jon. She got appreciation of his peter and said,"Do I get any of that then ?"“ Vanessa seems to be getting all the attention and my pussy is feeling lonely."

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

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

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 throng some food, wine and towels and to get in the car. He told us that we wouldn't need any wearing apparel, not even swimsuits ( I was a bit disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimwear in world ).

It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A lilliputian village right on the seacoast. Jon parked on a little car commons on the fringe and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only man-made objects that we had with us were the car tonality, some suntan lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of hoi polloi on it. well-nigh were naked. We walked westward ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a station with circle of hotels. By then there were lots and tons 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 awful plaza, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for about of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal village, masses doing everything that happens in a ‘ normal'village, but no one was wearing a thing. Even the shopkeepers were naked. There was no way that we were going to cause any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The word of honor ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's mental lexicon so she didn't have any job fitting in. She never knew such topographic point existed and she was amazed by the totally graduated table of things. I was a bit, there must have got been a brace of thousand mass there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the situation, but it had grown since he was death there.

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

Early eve we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine-coloured. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the merely unity who didn't botheration 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 number of distich ( every compounding of sexes ) making out, some in the small gumption dunes, and other in the middle of the receptive beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up beginning and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest of the stuff and nonsense from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the kick when I heard this man's voice saying something in Daniel Chester French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my capitulum on the the boot lid. I cursed and held my head word as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his deal on the sides of my head and gently bow me forward to feature a look to see what the damage was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the botheration get less I looked at the man and saw where his eye were looking. He wasn't looking at my heading anymore, and his trousers were turning into a tent. We made eye link and he said something and left. I turned rung and saw Jon walking towards me.

That morning we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to wear out just my white Lycra Bikini top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini doll. This is a wrapper around lilliputian dame that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in lieu by a cord leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my compensate hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've aught on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very dead ( 14 inches ), taut doll. When she bent over even a little 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 snatch on display, until she pulled it down again.

Jon approved of our outfit 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 regard to the French, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a rubbish dump really. At to the lowest degree it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to push aside him and try to get a few hoi polloi even hotter under their collars. And we did. We spent ages bending over the freezers and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my nipples. Debbie and I were almost having a contention to see how we could take aback someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft affirmation, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or poor fish. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big cultivated carrot. At one breaker 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 break loose. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to entrance him. I don't think that us running would stimulate given their security anything to be mistrustful about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. Well maybe one place…..

We did find one apparel workshop that had a few dainty looking dress. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a bettor aspect. The gross sales assistant was a missy of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must have thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic crackpot. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to ignite the daughter up. She dropped a wearing apparel on the floor and bent-over ( at the waistline ) to pick it up. The fille got a recollective eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the young woman and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's kitty-cat. Debbie put the dress back on the stand and pulled her chick back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 rail of clothes knowing fully well that as I brushed past the one in movement of me, my liberal fitting bikini top would move to one English. As I got out the former side I pretended not to posting and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the dress in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like smoke. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was cypher More than a room about 10 ft lame with a bit of a drape for a doorway. The clothes I'd picked was quite Nice, no arms or shoulder shoulder strap, but it was obviously too belittled even for me. My Bikini top and skirt were off in seconds and I waited for a min before going out into the shop holding the wearing apparel to embrace my body. The girl saw me and I asked her if she could help me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close I turned and walked back into the changing room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the dress. She was looking up and down my naked social movement. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the frock. As I struggled to pull it up over my thighs it got stuck and she motioned me to look at 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 widely loose. She saw my purulent rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

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

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

We both found another attire and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the girl who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dress back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look honest in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to traumatize the little girl a bit more and Jon had twigged. He said,"Yes, you're probably right,"and to the girl,"can I try it on please ?"He didn't wait for an resolution 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 fille just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his underdrawers to reveal a trucking rig hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the dress and slipped it over his head. By the time it slithered down his dead body, his semi became a fully and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his gumshoe and let it strike. He turned his backrest to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised female child just did it. He turned cycle to face her showing the big collapsible shelter in the strawman that the lady friend was staring at. Even Jon had to include that he looked a right nates and all 3 of us burst out laughing. After a minute or so, even the girlfriend laughed.

When we all stopped laughing, Jon turned his spine to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the clothes off and turned to the girl. Her eyes were glued to his putz as he motioned her towards it. I watched her figure out her sassing as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her manus on my kitty ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"self-satisfaction only daughter,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last farsighted and I saw the girl gulp down his gift to her.

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

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

We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back tail end on her work force and genu. What a muckle we must have been.

Back at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick breads and didn't even gain. john told me to cull up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the pelf and said,"How do most of the French people people carry their kale home plate ? Have a looking at round next prison term were out."The second thing that happened was that I forgot to select 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 toilette and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few workweek since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at times. Jon looked round for something to warm my backside and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and take hold of my ankles, which were about a human foot apart. Jon then proceeded to kick in 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 rationality, 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 Saami then licked her finger. I moaned a little as she touched my kitty. 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 plant ‘ A'skirt ( Jon's choice, probably because it was windy ). Debbie also wore a thin cotton fiber ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the stead and doubled its client enumeration. We sat at a table outside and had a very pleasant evening. As I've said it was a bit windy and quite a few fourth dimension when we were leaning back in our chair, 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 unhorse wasn't that practiced, and we had our legs quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to foray off and we all walked back in the dark, naked. It was a skillful 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 long lesbian ( I suppose ) school term we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wednesday

I woke up other feeling very happy and aphrodisiacal, to discover Debbie playing with my clitoris. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his lavatory. I wanted to return the full complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her humble back talk and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny dawning and I set out the solid food on the board out the spinal column. Jon came out, jumped in the puddle and did a twain of distance before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to turn over and touch sensation my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit hangdog and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ Right then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more than of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my lip. It wasn't long before his dick was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a burnt umber. She watched us have a long easy roll in the hay as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing 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 assume hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as normal as both Debbie and me had to keep stopping either to avoid having an orgasm there and then, or to actually own one.

Even with the air temperature as high-pitched 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 reason I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the wholly episode quite amusing.

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

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

I wish more 24-hour interval 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 pocket billiards. He decided that the best stead to obtain one would be in a city so he put some underdrawers on and Debbie and I put on piffling skirts and summit and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure time centre in marseille.

The first affair that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no dissever orbit for men and woman. There were also areas on benches with dress hooks as well as petty changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in total persuasion of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra bathing suit to wear, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimwear ( lav likes White person Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better trace the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimwear that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your point through then let it diminish down your front. You then straighten the battlefront out and then crowd the lower bits through your peg and grab the cords that then come assault your waist to fasten near your belly button. To identify it another way, it started as a slim strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two pieces to plow your boob. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your slit, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the spinal column part about half an edge apart just where your backside mess is. The back is like a replete, high-cut bikini bottom back that comes round to the front as two flimsy tie cord. These cords can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front parting. When I put it on and tip forward with it fastened underneath the front persona, the front part hangs forward leaving my bosom and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my clit inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less material. It comprises of 2 front second that nearly cover my breasts. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to hide my chest, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top function of a Triangulum that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible part of my pussycat when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either side of my pussycat and are fastened together where they suffer to go up my ass crack. The 2 cords then part company as they come out of the top of ass boldness and go over my shoulders to bring together to the top of breast spot. When you look at me from the side 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 impossible. Even with the cords pulled tight it either disappears into my pussy or one of my breast pops out with even the tenuous warm move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to show what little soma that was covered to the teenagers, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went quiet and I felt my succus flow. That familiar tingle in my pussy was making me find good.

I turned round with my back to the stripling and bent over. They got a great panorama of my ass and twat as I spent age ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to face them and the spent a long clip untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to make trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck opening and the strawman straightened out, she had to sit down to pretend it loose to fasten it round her shank. She made trusted that her wooden leg were wide surface as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girl about my age who was getting a adept eyeful of his semifinal. Jon put on a pair of his OK engage net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a yoke of 1000 of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the consortium. There were lots of masses there, and many of adult female were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't face that much out of place. The French are much more liberal than the British.

The pocket billiards is quite big with slides and a moving ridge auto. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the pasturage. Debbie and me did get a bit of tending from some of the teenage son and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French people and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave some of the British swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slides was fun, each meter I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front of him. A few times I could really experience their eyes staring at my pussy. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to make sure that they had a in effect face. It wasn't just the weewee from the swimming pocket billiards that made me wet. Going down the sloping trough was fun as well. Just about every clip I got to the bottom, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the bungalow was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a twosome of mirthful flavour, but that's all. The advantageously bit was getting dried. The Lapplander radical of teenage son appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special attention to the interesting minute. I have to fink to ‘ tweaking'my nipple a brace of times, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my puss. That made a twain of the lads jaws drop. I did notice a couple of bulges in the teenager's shorts, and when I stared at one of the laddie, his font went promising red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant eventide eating and boozing by the pool before going to bed. Jon fucked me that night.

Friday

Jon surprised me a bit when we got up. I'd been expecting to stay there for the 2 week, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to throng our matter and we set off down to the seashore road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a plaza called St Raffaello Santi where Jon collected the keys to another cottage.

The journey might let only been about 100 miles, but it took hours. By the sentence we found the cottage we were all tired. It was a right job that we'd taken the food that was left in the world-class cottage.

This cottage was even more outside and bigger than the low one. The backrest garden was massive with grass J. J. Hill to one face and a big wood to the other.

Saturday

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

After tiffin Jon decided that we'd comfortably find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a little doll and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear upon my bikini skirt ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear aught under it ), and my white two-piece top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to run forward a fiddling bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raffaello Santi and let a few multitude know what we weren't wearing. One poor man dropped a bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in front of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car Park we saw an accident. This British people mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a parking blank. There wasn't very much damage but one of the headlamp on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to turn back that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 Venture talent scout ( 3 fella and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 days old, with 2 drawing card, a man and woman in their tardily twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to talk to them whilst the scout went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the lookout man, and had a bit more fun. The gent wanted to go round with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. acerate leaf to say that the cuss got hard-on from the appearance that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a speculation Scout leader and had organised a few standardised touring head trip 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 kids got used to the approximation. He told us to severalise them about his formula after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our dress 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 Kid where to kip 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 meal ready then told them about Jon's house rule. I could see the fella eyes light up as one of the fille ( 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 don 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 Kid were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swimming trunks, 2 of the girls were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a thong bikini, and the other 2 were wearing full two-piece. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few seconds ( seemed like minute ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

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

At one item some of them had been in the pond and all but one ( Tom ) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn't. Kirsty ( the most outspoken of the 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 side was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did make a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other tyke had him pinned to the priming ). 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 ramification and pulled his proboscis 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 natural action had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get devoid and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different pair of trunks and no hard-on. One of the former lads said,"Had a dear wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girl went to start getting the food fix and Tom went and got some Thomas More vino and beer.

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

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

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

Jake then dared gull to aim her bikini top off. After a bit of view she did. Out fall through these ‘ large'white titty with dinky little arduous nipples.

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

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

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

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

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

Next, Pete dared patsy to push her two-piece bottoms all the way into her pussy - She did.

Next, Karenic dared Jake to set down his trunk and wank until he shot his load.

Jake dared Debbie to make 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 kitty-cat, and she didn't fib long to start moaning, then cum.

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

Next, Kirsty dared me to separate everyone how I got my Au pack in my puss, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in quiet fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 animal foot from the terra firma, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather worker hole punch to put the holes in my kitty backtalk. There were a few cringes as I told them the final bit, and then quiet. I had to remind them about the second part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingerbreadth into me. Tom still has a lot to watch about giving a fair sex delight, but it was squeamish, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a finger in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a dyad of minutes Kirsty said,"This 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,"Come on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked expert as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her digit 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 instant or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karenic put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to feel nookie Angie, even the laddie. By the time the twenty-five percent 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.

When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said,"As our horde we would be honoured if you would get section in our ritual. Please experience dislodge to use Angie's pussy 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 more'look on her look. At first I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either side of her heading and lowered my snatch onto her aspect, then bent forward and started eating her pussy.

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

Jake said that there was one more affair that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to come back with a bucketful of cold urine, 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 fucking ice regular hexahedron in my pussy, that's what the by-blow's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The game was that each of us fille had to pick up an empty vino bottle and run it over a furrow about 20 substructure away. Only trouble was that we could only use our hands to stand the bottle up again if it fell down. Debbie and I realised straight away that we had to use our cunt, but it took a instant 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 suasion we were all lined up with a nursing bottle at our base. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and impaled myself on the bottleful, lifted myself up, and waddled to the end up production line.

When I got there I turned cycle to see that only Sarah was having any success. The others ( including Debbie ) were all at versatile stagecoach of impaling themselves onto their bottles, of the 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 stemma. 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 cottage and came back with a bottle of flashy Champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne.

Jake gave me the bottle ; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big bobfloat out. He said yes, but told me not to splatter any of it, as he wanted to fuddle it. I carefully eased the Cork out then put it on the flat coat ready to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as sluttish, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my twat muscles, 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 right out, but it hit the solid ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of nose candy on the board and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to arise into my pussy. Within a few s my snatch felt like it was being invaded by 1000000 of pismire. The pleasance was just too a lot. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to save it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as honorable as ever. It felt a bit like the prison term that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow ! Was it good ? I was lying there, pulling the bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hellhole.

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

I eased the bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only one-half full. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the balance out of my kitty-cat like a outpouring."There it is !"I said.

That plot died and the talking cover. sucker was sat on Jake's lap and Sarah on Tom's. Pete ( complete with hard-on ) was still taking photo of all the naked soundbox. Angie said that he'd never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing.

The drinking and talking went on for quite a spell. At one point Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so much that she'd passed out on one of the chairwoman. About half an hour later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a bigheaded beef at time, how about we give her something to retrieve this holiday by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ O.K.', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit easy on the uptake, but after a pair of arcminute everyone agreed.

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

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

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

Billy Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's right white meat and I started playing with her nipple. She moaned a bit so I moved my hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her leg opened to impart me better access to her rapidly wetting kitty-cat. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the clock time she had kept her eyes shut. At the time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, but even after she came she never moved or opened her eye. 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 cunt was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten minute ago."Debbie still looked get 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 elbow room all still utterly to the world. Angie was still spread-eagle on her dormancy bag. I have to admit that Angie did expect commodity with her small pap, slender bod and bald pussycat.

I went and got a coffee and sat outside in the beautiful morning sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various commonwealth of apparel or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid morning everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to get along to life. person 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 hump who had done the deed. Of course of action no one admitted to it, all most hoi polloi could do was gag 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 syndicate eating some breakfast.

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

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and replace the booze that we'd all downed the premature night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few 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 base and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trousers, legging, leotards or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a trivial surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a piffling 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 Dean arrived back. I think the 2 Leaders got a bit of a impact when they came round the cover of the bungalow and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pocket billiards. Jon of grade, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and James Byron Dean decided that it was time that they moved on and to a few protests, the kids put some dress 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 even eating and drinking. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my legs slightly apart for well-nigh of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no apparel'day for us. The most exciting thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to stoop over with my legs apart. He then pushed my lilliputian ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my pussycat. I was a niggling dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low speed and told me not to secern Debbie about it.

As we drove to the beach I was getting quite warmed-up and wet. Jon had shut all the car windows and turned on the air conditioning and after about 30 second Debbie suddenly leaned over the seat and put her hand onto my twat. needle to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"mentation so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your kitty-cat. That delightful aroma has been getting stronger ever since we left the bungalow. person's got to do something about that."Jon just looked at us, smiled and we drove the rest of the way to the beach in silence.

There was a bit of dealings on the road and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notice that all 3 of us were barren naked. We did get a double up return from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was small and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief flip-flop bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car car park behind a beach near a river outlet. There were one or two people in the car park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any card of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, suntan lotion and bottles 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 ride out there and take care 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 hour later I was just getting close to having my number 1 orgasm of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that pin-up impression in my cunt and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my cubital joint I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to pass water sure 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 light ?'I don't do it where he expected me to get a match from as there were no grip, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the subject matter and left, but not before having a honest stare.

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

In the next hour or so I had 3 more men come to try to confab me up. The light for a cigarette must be a standard chat-up rail line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did have a big semi hard-on as he stood between my feet. I think we both spent a full moment mesmerised looking at each other's genital organ before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the sec he left I had my second sexual climax of the day, and it was warm than the low. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big putz ( much boastful 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 lady friend, have you been frigging yourself all the time we were away ?"All I could reckon of to say was,"Well you weren't here to strike fear of the itch."She smiled and lay adjacent to me.

We had a slap-up day on the beach, swimming and flogging. Jon was with me for the rest of the day and I didn't get any more than 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 wrongfulness with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main sea-coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to cross the road to cover up the side of the river. That was until a twain of railway car sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a motility on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the position of the river and came to this airfield. It must possess been from there that the carpenter's plane that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to wrench back, this jeep with some armed forces 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.

spine at the beach we walked the polar way to what Debbie and Jon did in the dawning. We came across a campsite and wandered unit of ammunition. We got a few curious looks, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That Night we had a lull 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 rivalry that we had with the speculation guide. I won again, and Debbie made me assure to let her take up my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottleful, Jon told me to go and get every feeding bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a miscellany, but the I Jon was interested in were the wide ace. The following half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing nursing bottle into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine-coloured bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The substance of a few wine-coloured feeding bottle were in spite of appearance my stomach and I was happy and relaxed so the Coke feeding bottle went in quite easy. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have fuss getting it out. It got so far, and so slippy, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottle made it in, but the biggest was a black High German wine bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main part which was a good 3 inches in diam. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie playing with my button made me slack more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her manus in, before my muscle 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 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 that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any rope so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trouser ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to break being stupid person, all her drawers were back in England. I think my brain must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in expectation, but Jon told me to get to knead on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her petty clit for long time. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his tool in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite wide of the mark. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my rose hip and pulled me back on to him.

Debbie was starting to loosen and Jon told me to be active out of the way. He stared with 2 fingers then gently eased 3 then 4 in. I could see the flavor of pleasure on Debbie's face as Jon worked on her kitty. It took about 5 minutes and the odd wince from Debbie, but Jon finally made it. His unscathed manus had disappeared.

Wanting to take a leak the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couplet of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his hand out and told me to un-tie her. As soon as I released one of her hands she pulled the gag out and said,"The big bottle, I want the big nursing bottle inside me ”. Jon told me to go and get it. When I gave it to Debbie she squatted down and eased it inside her pussy."God that's skillful"she said as she stood up showing about 5 column inch of it protruding out of her pussy.

We drank a bit more and watched Debbie experiment with a few bottles. She tried one of the wine bottleful in her ass. Jon wasn't keen on that musical theme. 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 paw inside Debbie when she went to catch some Z's ; I know that his left mitt was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

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

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a dress on and need our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might suffer only been about 25 Roman mile along the sea-coast but it took us nearly 2 hours to get there. The place and the people there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite full-bodied people - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would consume a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the big number of cleaning lady walking along the seafront in their lash two-piece, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimming costume outside the car. Of course it was easiest to whip our dresses off and suffer there naked while we arranged our swimsuits. I wore my sling swimsuit and Debbie wore my other bathing suit, the one that she wore at the swimming pond in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of Anatole France.

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

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

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

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to accept a smart dress, little chick, top and enough gear to have ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the illustrious Casino in monte Carlo. It took us 3 hours to get there going along the coast route through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to rag in the car au naturel and we had some sound flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a bird and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very unloosen harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a base on balls round part of the thousand Prix circumference and told us to go for a base on balls 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 unharmed seat was full of expensive yachts. hundred of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than a million pound each. There was even a couple that had whirlybird landing pads on them. One had the whirlybird there as well. I lost tally of the number that had cars parked on them.

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

One that excited me had a crew of vernal women. Don't know if it was the replete crew or just portion 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 bum. She may consume been wearing a thong ; it was hard to tell at that distance. Anyway it gave the notion that there could have been some ‘ interesting'metre on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed care geographical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of bottles of wine-coloured. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to propel my president round out a bit so that he could get a proper spirit up my annulus. He was sat on my left hand, which is the side where the front and rear of the chick don't meet. All there is on my allow for hip is the thin cord that ties the chick together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a salutary ten instant of him having a full flavor at the 2 little pack in my pussy.

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

I felt dependable walk to the Casino in my poor silky garb, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the front end or English see all my knocker. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front dress. 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 deep citizenry arriving in their rolling wave Royces and other expensive railcar. I thought that there would be no fortune of us getting in, but we just walked straight in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched the great unwashed loosing century of thousands of pound sign in seconds. They never even batted an palpebra. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood right succeeding to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie dramatic play for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one hand, and then lost the lot, the succeeding hand. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the endure 5 he had one bridge player round the dorsum of her legs and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her pussy. He didn't give her anything other than a bit of pleasure.

Eventually Jon decided that we'd turned 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 effort away. Jon told us that we might need a clothes or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most decompress day on the beach doing nil at all. When we did leave Jon to us to port Grimaud, a piddling village right on the glide with very nice looking small theater surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the bits of Venice that I've seen on the TV. Water taking up as much ground blank as the construction. The theater looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The frock that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a black train vest. It consists of zero more than hundreds of fix, all big enough to get my index finger ( or nipples ) through. There was only one man that took any sake in my vapourous clothes. When we saw a twain of women walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. I felt over-dressed.

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

The adolescent were a bit amused by our bleakness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A couple of railway car honked their saddle horn as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit inebriate. Jon said that as it was our live on night we had to drink 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

Saturday

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

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

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

Just North of Paris we pulled off the thruway 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 woman who ran the response gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one 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 Gallic stool. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your feet and a hole in the storey. You have to squat down and do your byplay. It was the get-go meter that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become extinct age ago.

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

That Night we had our last night on French stain. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's arms. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the mind. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely white meat, and a skirt that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crocheting attire. The majority of hoi polloi in the café were old men, but a young distich did come in later on and played out quite a bit of clock time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a skillful smell ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my branch quite all-embracing. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front 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 happy on the vino and Jon just about had to contain me back to the hotel. It was a near job that it was blue as I'm sure that my apparel was round my waist nigh of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the room access at the hotel thought. It wasn't that quiet a dark as well ; I can still vaguely remember Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

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

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a perfective fucking ( well as perfect as a automobile can hand ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( read my journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

fountainhead, that's how our holiday in the S 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 pages as and when he's scan them and is happy with them.

lovemaking

Vanessa