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

Holiday in the South of France

Unlike almost of our trip abroad when Jon doesn't severalise me that we are going until about 3 or 4 hours before we climb on the plane, Jon gave me 3 week poster of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the Hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the female child 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 in with us without first discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a lift home plate. She was going to try to fascinate Jon into letting her come with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my Journal, or the story of ‘ Debbie's puss baron ’, I should order you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. However, it doesn't work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked 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 miniskirt binge ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many time that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few clip as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at domicile naked, and when my ending friends come to gossip, they are usually naked within second of arriving. Only the previous Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent nigh of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got home before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to serve his tea. After about 10 instant of Debbie being additional 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 ) twat onto his pecker. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets menage as well ). Jon told her to kibosh it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little girl voice and asked him. At first Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a tenacious pause Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence girl, you know that I have more than enough 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 dick. As usual, Debbie's slit juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to do 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 weeks later, Debbie drove me dwelling and put her car in our garage. When Jon arrived I fed him and we then loaded up the car. We didn't really have much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the metre. Before we did load the car, Jon went through Debbie's bag and took out a few things that he said she wouldn't need. There were 3 particular that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pair 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 force back down to Dover. It was a night ferry crossing and we were all too tired to have any fun. Both Debbie and I slept for the first few 60 minutes that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the motorway tollhouse. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a residue area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a short thin dress on ( and shoes ). My dress was tightish fitting, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a cracking persuasion of her backside when the wind blew her doll up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the stool 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,"rightfield, this is where it starts, dress of, variety out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a quick glimpse of her, my dress was already up brush up my head. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the effects of the fresh, warm French air on her teat."Do you desire to drive ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the device driver's side and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round, but no one appeared to consume noticed the 2 raw girls getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting comfortable in the binding.

driving on the ‘ ill-timed'English of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a couple of cars 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 time of day later I decided that we had better get some petrol so I pulled into the next eternal rest area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol ticker and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the pump that we were parked on, and the face of the car that the army tank filler was, Debbie could make full the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the tank was full-of-the-moon Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my plastic was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head to secern me to expect over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policeman looking back onto the expressway. When he got back, Jon opened the driver's door and told me to mount 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 superhighway, then down the N9 until we came to a small town called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our clothes back on, as we had to see somebody there. The position took a bit of finding, but eventually Jon left us in the car whilst he went and spoke to this individual. 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 narrower and narrow until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the right place as it didn't look like what he was expecting, but that didn't bother him.

We parked the car but before Jon would let us go in, he told Debbie and me to involve our clothes 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 middle of nowhere so that was ticket by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the face door, it opened and an old man looked at us in mystification. In very short Gallic, Jon managed to pull in that we were in the wrongfulness blank space. 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 powerful place. It was grand. Four sleeping room, its own picayune swimming syndicate in a pocket-size back garden, and no former construction in sight.

We had a quick look circle then took our luggage in, then had quick swim. Jon put some short circuit on and told us that he was going to come up 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, other than eat, swallow and enjoy the peace and quietly. We all slept in separate beds that night.

Sunday

Jon was up at daybreak and when I emerged he had food on the table and coffee in the pot. He told me that it was the last fourth dimension that he was going to get the food make. I went to get Debbie and found her gone on top of her bed with her pegleg wide apart and one hand on her pussy. I woke her by pushing one of her own fingers into her hole.

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some shoes on ( Jon said that shoes don't numeration ), and set off out the back. We found a little wooded orbit and were walking along a way through it when we heard voices. We followed the strait until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a twelve teenagers around 18 days old. Four little girl and two male child. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverside before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or the fact that all 3 of us were naked, or that there wasn't a pubic hair on any of us ; but we were right in the water before they carried on with their ball game.

Boy was that pee frigidity, my nipples were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't hitch in the piddle long and we lay on the Grass in the little clearing to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the teenagers got out and walked right past us to their clothes. I had my eyes shut, but I could find the optic 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 trust that I could see one of the male child looking at us from the bushes. He must induce come back to determine us. Debbie just lay on the pot and watched us.

When Jon had filled my pussy we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same itinerary that the teenager went on, and after about 15 minutes came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly deficiency to walk through that defenseless, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was sword lily of the dip in ‘ our'kitty 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 unstrain and ‘ natural ’. The new warm air helped as well.

rear at the cottage, we opened a nursing bottle of wine ( or two ) and had a very slow down afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the nutrient ready. It was from behind at the sink as I washed the lucre. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the maven, Debbie got up and bent down next to Jon. She got custody of his dick 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 opportunity and told her,"If you can get it heavily you can have it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his cleaning lady and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her wooden leg encompassing I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to descend and help them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juice as I licked her pussy and his testis. They both came without even moving.

That nighttime 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 jam some food, wine 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 thwarted as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in public ).

It took us about an hr to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A minuscule village right on the coast. Jon parked on a short car park on the outskirt and told us to pull up stakes everything in the car and we walked down this fiddling running to the beach. The only if man-made objects that we had with us were the car Key, some burn lotion and Jon's wallet.

The beach was relatively quiet with only a smattering of people on it. Most were naked. We walked westward ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a topographic point with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and slews of mass, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ Greenwich Village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amaze place, I never knew such space existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a formula village, people doing everything that happens in a ‘ formula'village, but no one was wearing a matter. Even the shopkeeper were naked. There was no way that we were going to have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the clip sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The words ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's vocabulary so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such office existed and she was amazed by the wholly scale of measurement of things. I was a bit, there must have been a couple of thousand multitude there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the place, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early eve we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of other naked people came and went. We weren't the sole ace who didn't bother getting dressed when we got into a car. We then walked along the beach the early way, with the village on our left wing. As we got further on we saw a identification number of match ( every combining of sexes ) making out, some in the small backbone sand dune, and other in the middle of the opened beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

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

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tuesday

I was up starting time and had breakfast ready. There was still no star 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 French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the boot lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a Word of God he was saying, but he put his paw on the sides of my head and gently stoop me forward to have a look to see what the impairment was. Fortunately it was just a bump and as I rubbed it and the pain get LE I looked at the man and saw where his eyes were looking. He wasn't looking at my head anymore, and his pant were turning into a tent. We made eye contact and he said something and left. I turned one shot and saw Jon walking towards me.

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

Jon approved of our outfits and we set off. We parked at the face 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 to the lowest degree it has a decent supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few people even hotter under their pinch. And we did. We spent ages bending over the Deepfreeze and squatting down to get something from the nates shelf. The cold of the freezers really had an effect on my pap. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could scandalize someone the most without making things too obvious. Daft instruction, of course we were obvious. Those people knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big carrot. At one level I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old Lady face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so a good deal fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to trip up him. I don't think that us running would have given their surety anything to be mistrustful about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did find one clothes shop that had a few nice looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a break expression. The sales assistant was a young woman of about 20 and she looked very drill until we arrived. By the metre we left she must accept thought that the Brits people are all exhibitionistic nuts. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to wake the girl up. She dropped a wearing apparel on the floor and bent-over ( at the shank ) to peck it up. The young woman got a long eyeful of Debbie's kitty in all its halo. As Debbie stood up she turned to the miss and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's twat. Debbie put the dress back on the rack and pulled her skirt back down. My bend I thought. I moved between 2 rails of apparel knowing wax well that as I brushed past the one in front of me, my escaped tally bikini top would move to one side of meat. As I got out the early position I pretended not to bill and went up to the girl to ask her if I could try on the apparel in my hand. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest of drawers she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing room was cipher more than a room about 10 infantry solid with a bit of a pall for a doorway. The clothes I'd picked was quite nice, no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small even for me. My bikini top and skirt were off in sec and I waited for a minute before going out into the shop holding the dress to cover my body. The girlfriend saw me and I asked her if she could avail me. She didn't understand me so she came over. When she got close up 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 straw man. She didn't do anything so I started to step into the garb. As I struggled to pull it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to lease it off again. I gave it to her and she went out. When she came back in I was sat in a chairman facing the door with my ramification wide unfastened. She saw my cunt halo as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the dress on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a twosome of dress. She said something to the girl and started to undress. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to pull a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left mammilla, which made her hollo a bit. When she saw it was me she laughed and said,"I didn't realise you were back, I though my luck had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the clock time Debbie had decided that she didn't like the apparel 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 daughter 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 out something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the little girl if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't answer and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in full view of anyone who would give birth been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't feel at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 small Triangulum on my knocker, and a doll 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 room. Jon was still talking to the little girl who hadn't a hint what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 dresses back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd look good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the 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 solvent and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The young lady looked even more puzzled as Jon turned to present her and whipped his shirt off. The little girl just stood there and stared as Jon dropped his boxers to reveal a semi hard-on. She gasped a bit as Jon got the apparel and slipped it over his top dog. By the time it slithered down his physical structure, his semi became a replete and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his prick and let it lessen. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised little girl just did it. He turned cycle to face her showing the big tent in the front that the daughter was staring at. Even Jon had to admit that he looked a right prat 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 dorsum to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the dress off and turned to the girl. Her center were glued to his peter as he motioned her towards it. I watched her lick her lips as she bent down and took him in her mouth. Debbie put her hand on my kitty-cat ( neither of us had bothered to try the dresses on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only little girl,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last farsighted and I saw the missy gulp down his natural endowment to her.

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

We left one very torment girl in that shop. I'm sure she must deliver 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 figurehead and left one leg on the paving whilst Debbie climbed onto the indorse bottom on her hands and knee. What a wad we must deliver been.

rachis at the cottage we unloaded the shopping and went in. Two things happened ; firstly I dropped one of those French stick dinero and didn't even realise. John told me to pick up the ‘ arm pit wampum'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the bread and said,"How do most of the French people carry their gelt dwelling house ? Have a look round next sentence were out."The mo thing that happened was that I forgot to take my wearing apparel off as soon as I got into the bungalow. Jon told me that I was going to be punished for that. Debbie has disappeared to the toilet and was naked when she returned and went outside for a swim.

It has been a few weeks since my backside had been tanned and I was ( I admit it ) getting a bit complacent at clip. Jon looked round for something to warm my keister and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my articulatio talocruralis, which were about a animal foot apart. Jon then proceeded to generate 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, OK then, but I wouldn't enjoy it."“ You just don't know what you're missing girl !"I said, and ran a finger's breadth over my wet pussy the licked it. Debbie did the same then licked her digit. I moaned a niggling as she touched my cunt. Debbie then said,"One day - maybe."

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

We found the only café / bar in the space and doubled its customer count. We sat at a shelve exterior and had a very pleasant eventide. As I've said it was a bit blowy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chair, Debbie's and / or my doll flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would consume seen was our bare stomachs. The lite wasn't that dear, and we had our ramification quite close together.

As we left the village to go back to the cottage, Jon told us to strip off and we all walked back in the shadow, naked. It was a practiced job the moonshine was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up too soon feeling very happy and aphrodisiac, to find Debbie playing with my clit. She'd just brought me to a beautiful orgasm when I heard Jon moving around in his bathroom. I wanted to repay the accompaniment to Debbie, but I just had to get up promptly. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her lower lip and left to get the breakfast.

As common it was a lovely, affectionate, sunny morning and I set out the food on the table out the book binding. Jon came out, jumped in the syndicate and did a couple of length before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee he told me to stoop over and equal my ankles. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning harbour't you ?"Feeling a bit shamed and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by fingerbreadth fucking me."“ rightfulness then, get me hard then sit on my lap."I didn't need any Sir Thomas More of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his hawkshaw was pointing towards the sky and I was lowering myself onto him. I was slowly going up and down on him when Debbie came out and said, `` Already, I'm jealous,"and poured herself a coffee. She watched us have a long slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very loosen up 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 keep stopping either to ward off having an coming there and then, or to actually have one.

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

Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.

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

That night was spent feeding and boozing wine outside the binding of the cottage.

I wish Sir Thomas More Day 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 good place to find one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on little skirts and crown and off we went. After what seemed like hours of driving we eventually found a big leisure centre in Marseille.

The first thing that struck me was that they had one big changing room with no separate expanse for men and women. There were also areas on judiciary with dress hook shot as well as little changing cubicles. It looked like some people got changed in full vista of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra bathing suit to wear, and I'd taken my new white Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( Gospel According to John likes Edward White Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better depict the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimsuit that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your principal through then let it fall down your front. You then straighten the front out and then push the lower bits through your legs and take hold of the cords that then come round your waist to fix near your belly clit. To discover it another way, it started as a slenderize shoulder strap round the cover of your neck opening, then expanded in two pieces to comprehend your tit. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two pieces that are only about an inch wide. They don't actually meet each other but are both attached to the back part 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 straw man as two thin tie corduroy. These cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the forepart contribution. When I put it on and lean forward with it fastened underneath the front function, the presence part hangs forward leaving my tit and pubis exposed. I also have trouble keeping my button inside the 2 movement parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less fabric. It comprises of 2 front routine that nearly cover my bosom. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to report my breasts, then taper back to just the bit where the corduroy attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top part of a triangle that covers my pubic bone attached to them. The triangle only covers the seeable part of my pussy when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either English of my pussy and are fastened together where they fulfill to go up my ass quip. The 2 cord then piece company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my shoulders to join to the top of breast morsel. When you look at me from the incline it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The swimsuit that Debbie wore is bad enough to celebrate in billet, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unimaginable. Even with the corduroy pulled sloshed it either disappears into my slit or one of my breasts pops out with even the fragile quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to exhibit what piddling flesh 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 juice flow. That intimate tingling in my pussy was making me sense dependable.

I turned round with my dorsum to the teenagers and bent-grass over. They got a great view of my ass and puss as I spent ages ‘ looking'for my swimwear in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to present them and the spent a yearn sentence untangling it before stepping into it.

I looked at Debbie and she was still naked, facing them, and pretending to feature trouble untangling her swimsuit. When she got it over her neck opening and the straw man straightened out, she had to sit down to defecate it tardily to secure it round her waist. She made sure that her leg were wide out-of-doors as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a lady friend about my age who was getting a good eyeful of his articulated lorry. Jon put on a couple of his amercement operate net nylon undies, the type that if you look within a couple of pace of him, you can clearly see his dick.

With the teenagers still staring at us, we locked our clothes in a locker and went out to the pocket billiards. There were scads of people there, and many of women were wearing thong bikinis so we didn't tone that much out of post. The French are much more progressive than the British.

The pool is quite big with microscope slide and a wave machine. There's an outside part with sunbeds on the skunk. Debbie and me did get a bit of attention from some of the teenage son and men there, but not as a great deal as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the French and the British people. 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 waiting until a man was about to go up and then get in straw man of him. A few times I could really experience their heart staring at my pussycat. Needless to say I'd bend over in front of each of them, just to arrive at for certain that they had a soundly look. It wasn't just the water from the swimming syndicate that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every time I got to the ass, one of my mammilla 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 duad of rummy looks, but that's all. The best bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. Needless to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid special tending to the matter to piece. I have to squeal to ‘ tweaking'my mamilla a twosome of multiplication, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my twat. That made a dyad of the lads jaws drop. I did find a couple of hump in the teenager's trunks, and when I stared at one of the fellow, his human face went shining red, but he didn't blockage looking. Anyway, we eventually put our dame and tops on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drinking by the kitty 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 calendar week, but no sooner than we'd had breakfast he told us to pack our things and we set off down to the slide road and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a place called St Raffaello Santi where Jon collected the winder to another cottage.

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

This bungalow was even more removed and bigger than the first one. The back garden was massive with grass hills to one slope and a big Mrs. Henry Wood to the other.

Sabbatum

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd respectable find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a picayune doll and halter-top on while Jon told me to wear my bikini wench ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my white bikini top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to lean forward a little bit and it was off my breasts.

We found a big supermarket in St Raphael and let a few the great unwashed know what we weren't wearing. One hapless man dropped a bottle of wine when Debbie bent over in front man of him.

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an accident. This Brits mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a French person's car as it reversed out of a parking distance. There wasn't much damage but one of the headlight on the mini-bus was smashed. Jon stopped and went to check that everyone was okay - they were ; and he got talking to the people in the mini-bus. They were 8 speculation Scout ( 3 lads and 5 girl ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 leaders, a man and cleaning lady in their late twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to tattle to them whilst the guide went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the pathfinder, and had a bit more fun. The lads wanted to go one shot with us whilst the girls wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the lads got hard-on from the show that Debbie and I put on.

When we got back to the mini-bus Jon and the leader told us all that they had agreed that the watch would stay at our bungalow that nighttime 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 driveway back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a Venture sentinel leader and had organised a few similar touring slip round Common Market. 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 clothes on until the kids got used to the idea. He told us to recount them about his principle after he and the leaders had left, and then decide on whether or not to take our clothes 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 kids where to catch some Z's and getting a drink, Jon and the leaders left. Debbie took armorial bearing and got everyone together. first base of all she sorted out who was going to get the eventide meal ready then told them about Jon's house linguistic rule. I could see the lads eyes light up as one of the girls ( Angie ) said,"I hope that normal doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my clothes on."After a bit of give-and-take it was agreed that everyone could wear as much or as petty as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what petty clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pool. The lads were in their swim trunk, 2 of the missy were just wearing bikini bottoms, 1 was wearing a lash bikini, and the other 2 were wearing wide-cut Bikini. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out nude as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few seconds ( seemed like hours ), the football started getting thrown around again and things went back to normal.

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

At one breaker 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 girls ) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he'd got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the undercoat ). 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 gratis and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different duo of trunks and no erection. One of the former lads said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girls went to commence getting the food ready and Tom went and got some more wine and beer.

Day turned to evening, we ate, and the drinking got everyone more livelily. We were all one felicitous bunch telling storey and jokes when one of the miss suggested we play ‘ the true or dare ’. Angie wasn't too sharp but intoxicant had relaxed her and she finally agreed.

Jake said that we should all sit in a circle on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass and act it by spinning an vacate wine-colored 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 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 secret plan got going again.

Jake then dared sucker to admit her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out flopped these ‘ turgid'white breasts with dinky little hard nipples.

Next, Kirsty dared Tom to usher everyone his stopcock again. No hesitation - 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 refer her own pussy. When she touched herself outside her bikini undersurface I said,"No, inside the bikini."After a little suspension she put her deal down the front and right wing over her pussy. I could see the top of her pubic hair.

Next, Angie asked Sarah how old she was when she gave her 1st blowjob.

Then Tom dared Patsy to take her bikini tail off and finger's breadth herself - She did.

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

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

Jake dared Debbie to make herself cum. There were cheers from the lads, and a couplet of the girl, as Debbie spread her legs wide and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her snatch, and she didn't fib long to take off moaning, then cum.

By that clock time the solely person who wasn't naked or in just bikini keister was Angie. All 3 lads were naked and displaying reasonable sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold ringing in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in silence fascination as I told them about me being suspended, spread-eagle, about 3 pes from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather proletarian hole slug to put the hole in my pussycat lips. There were a few cringes as I told them the lastly bit, and then silence. I had to cue them about the second gear part of the dare, and Tom wasted no time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to learn about giving a woman pleasure, but it was gracious, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a digit in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a couple of minute of arc Kirsty said,"This unit of measurement 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 Lashkar-e-Taiba get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked skilful as they all held her rout while Kirsty started pushing her fingers up her twat. Kirsty said to Angie,"You were looking forward to that weren't you ?"as she moved her finger in and out Angie's wet pussy.

A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karenic put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to thumb fuck Angie, even the lads. By the time the fourth 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 hosts we would be honoured if you would take character in our ritual. Please palpate free to use Angie's pussy as you want."Debbie and I looked at each other then we got up. Debbie left the way and I walked over to Angie. Looking down on her she had this ‘ pleading for Thomas More'flavor on her facial expression. At number 1 I wasn't certainly what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either position of her top dog and lowered my pussy onto her boldness, then bent forward and started eating her pussy.

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

Jake said that there was one More thing that that had to be done to Angie. He said that she needed cooling down, and went to the kitchen. I was expecting him to come back with a bucketful of moth-eaten 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 and she screamed as Jake moved back and pulled Angie's legs together."What's he done ?"Sarah asked."Put some fucking ice cubes in my kitty-cat, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

That brought the biz of truth or dare to an end and we all just sat there in silence for a spell before we started drinking and talking again.

Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an idea for another plot. The only trouble, he said, was that it was a ‘ fille only'game. When Jake described the game it was obvious that Debbie and I were the only 2 female child there that would bear taken role - if the others were sober. Fortunately they weren't, all of us were well lubricated - in more mode than one.

The plot was that each of us girls had to clean up an void wine bottle and locomote it over a line about 20 feet 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 pussies, but it took a minute or so for it to sink in with the others. When it did, there were a few comment 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 nursing bottle at our feet. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and spike myself on the feeding bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finish up credit line.

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

This went on for a beneficial 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottle over the personal credit line. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a balk. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap bubbly. He said that we wanted a wax feeding 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 take the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to pour forth any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the primer coat fix to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as slow, my Vaginal exercising weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the raceway I managed to stake myself o.k., but as I lifted it off the flat coat it started to steal out. It didn't come right out, but it hit the priming with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an clear can of Coca Cola on the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? Well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the house of cards start to rise into my slit. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by jillion of ant. The pleasure was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to hold open it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the earth I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the meter that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like one thousand thousand 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 hell.

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

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

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

The drink and talking went on for quite a while. At one detail Jake drew our aid to Angie who had drunk so much 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 recollect this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two people were a bit retard on the consumption, but after a mates of minutes everyone agreed.

There was a bit of dubiety as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said,"Okay, come on Tom, give me a hand to carry her interior. 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 one-half from behind her with his script holding her breast, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her stage and holding her knees attack his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her John L. H. Down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even budge, Patsy said,"Right, that's it, the stuck-up kick gets her lesson."With that Jake and gull went and got the sliver gear. It didn't take Jake and mug long to dispatch the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs full apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's right bosom 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 legs opened to give me wagerer access code to her rapidly wetting slit. 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 import, but even after she came she never moved or opened her center. In the end I got up and had a shower.

I went and put the kettle on and did a bit of tidying-up before going back to her room. She was sitting-up and looking a bit puzzled when I went in so I asked her what was up. She said that her pussy was all wet but she didn't know why. I waved my right deal in the air and smiled saying,"ten minutes ago."Debbie still looked puzzled and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't retrieve a thing about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another elbow room all still deadened to the world. Angie was still spreadeagle on her sleeping bag. I have to accommodate that Angie did look good with her small tit, slender physical body and bald kitty-cat.

I went and got a burnt umber and sat outside in the beautiful break of day sun. Eventually everyone, except Angie, emerged in various state of matter of apparel or undress, and we had some breakfast. By mid daybreak everyone, except Angie who still hadn't appeared, was starting to come to aliveness. someone asked about Angie and Sarah went to see where she was. A few moment later Sarah was back saying that Angie was still abruptly to the world.

About 30 arcminute later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to know who had done the deed. Of class no one admitted to it, all most the great unwashed could do was laughter at her. In the end she went inside and had a shower. When she came back out she was still naked and she sat by the pool eating some breakfast.

We couldn't all go anywhere because we only had our car, so everyone was just messing about round the pool, enjoying the sun. about of the kids 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 perm erections.

A bit later it was decided that some of us should go and substitute the booze that we'd all downed the previous nighttime so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the fourth dimension. I told him that I'm usually naked at home and that I don't own any knickers, bras, trouser, leging, tights or shorts. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a picayune surprised and I could see that Jake was getting a trivial 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 shock when they came polish up the back of the cottage and saw us all naked or semi-naked round the pool. Jon of path, never batted an eyelid.

After something to eat, Carla and James Byron Dean decided that it was prison term that they moved on and to a few dissent, the tyke put some clothes on, packed the mini bus and they all left.

That evening we put just enough wearable on to cover our interesting fleck and Jon drove us to St Raffaello Santi where we found a café an had a pleasant evening feeding and drunkenness. Debbie and me had a few admiring looks from men, and I sat with my ramification slightly apart for well-nigh of the evening, but that was about it.

Monday

Mon was another ‘ going out with no clothes'day for us. The most exciting thing of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedchamber and told me to bend over with my legs apart. He then pushed my minuscule ( 2 inches long by 1 in diam ) remote control controlled vibrator right into my pussy. I was a short dry and it hurt a bit as he forced it right inside me. He switched it on to low swiftness and told me not to separate Debbie about it.

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

There was a bit of traffic on the route and we were stationary quite a bit. No one took a blind bit of notification that all 3 of us were stark au naturel. We did get a double take from one motorcyclist, but there again we were staring at her. She was diminished and blond and riding a big motorcycle. The bit that looked odd was the fact that she was wearing only a very brief thong bikini. Not even a crash hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the road onto a car park behind a beach near a river sales outlet. There were one or two people in the car park so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any observation of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, burn 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 minute Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk. Jon told me to stay there and look after the towels, so off they went leaving me sunbathing on my own with my ramification wide apart.

As we'd arrived at the beach Jon had switched the remote control controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in tiresome mode ) just before they left. About 10 instant later I was just getting close to having my first 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 cover girl impression in my puss and hadn't heard or seen him fall up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my articulatio cubiti I could see that his centre were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my pussy to make sure that the vibration 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 luminance ?'I don't have sex where he expected me to get a match from as there were no bagful, no apparel and just 3 towels there. I tried my best"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the message and left, but not before having a good stare.

I'd just settled down to a overnice dreamy, exciting and frustrating sitting when I heard this almighty bellow and bloody big airplane flew overhead. It was so low that I could sense the swig of air as it went passed. Any ‘ excitement'that had been building up in me disappeared quicker than that plane did.

In the next hour or so I had 3 Thomas More men come to try to chat me up. The Light Within for a cigarette must be a criterion chat-up line down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did sustain a big semi hard-on as he stood between my foot. I think we both spent a replete minute mesmerised looking at each former's genitals before he finally left. I was glad that he did because the minute he left I had my second coming of the day, and it was stronger than the starting time. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big tool ( much cock-a-hoop than Jon's - sorry Jon, but it was gigantic ).

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

We had a bang-up day on the beach, swimming and flagellation. Jon was with me for the quietus 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 fourth dimension that he saw that I was on the verge of cumming. Debbie kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I still don't think that she knows about it to this day.

About mid afternoon we put the towels in the car and went for a walk by the river that went under the main seashore road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to hybridise the road to continue up the incline of the river. That was until a dyad of railway car sounded the horns. Jon told us to get a move on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

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

spine at the beach we walked the opposite way to what Debbie and Jon did in the sunrise. We came across a campsite and wandered round. We got a few mirthful looking at, but no one stopped us or said anything.

That night we had a calm down night round the pool. You could say that it was a bit of an drunken revelry. All 3 of us enjoyed each other. Jon wanted a repeat of the feeding bottle carrying competition that we had with the venture talent scout. I won again, and Debbie made me assure to let her borrow my pussy weight lifting equipment.

After the wine bottle, Jon told me to go and get every feeding bottle that there was in the cottage. There was quite a diversity, but the ones Jon was interested in were the broad unity. The next half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing bottles into my pussy. The first one that went in ( after the neck of the wine bottles ) was a coke bottle. The contents of a few wine feeding bottle were inside my belly and I was felicitous and relaxed so the Coke bottleful went in quite comfortable. At one period Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have fuss getting it out. It got so far, and so slippery, that it was difficult for Jon or Debbie to get a grip on it. I just said,"Easy ”, stood up and twinge it out using my muscles.

After that a few bottleful made it in, but the bountiful was a contraband German wine bottleful, it had a very short cervix then bulged out to the main part which was a thoroughly 3 in in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie acting with my clitoris made me slack up more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her hand in, before my brawniness tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitating, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his fist in me a few sentence 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 hold for sure that she didn't chicken-out, she asked us to tie her John L. H. Down and then to gag her so that she couldn't back out. We couldn't find any forget me drug so we went into the kitchen and used some belts and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and peg to the mesa stage. I foolishly said that we should use her knickers to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her knee pants were back in England. I think my learning ability must have been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was gracious and wet in anticipation, but Jon told me to get to ferment on relaxing her. I started with my mouth and played with her short clit for ages. While I was doing that Jon came up behind me and slipped his dick in me. I hardly felt him ( sorry Jon ) because my hole was still quite blanket. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

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

Wanting to make the about of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another couple of minutes until she came again. He then gently pulled his script out and 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 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 good"she said as she stood up showing about 5 inches of it protruding out of her pussy.

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

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

Tuesday

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

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

Wed

That daybreak Jon told us to put a wearing apparel on and learn our swimsuits with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the slide but it took us nearly 2 minute to get there. The place and the hoi polloi there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite rich mass - or multitude pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have got a manner of walking along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large number of cleaning lady walking along the seafront in their thong bikini, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuits outside the car. Of class it was easiest to whip our frock off and stick out there naked while we arranged our swimwear. I wore my sling swimwear and Debbie wore my other bathing suit, the one that she wore at the swimming kitty in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of France.

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

walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very peril, and excited. At one point a police officer came up to Debbie and me. I thought I was going to be arrested for exposure or something, but all he did was give us a rollicking for crossing over the road to get an ice cream at a place where there wasn't a walker hybridisation.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive restaurant. All through the meal my dress up assault my waist and the server could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his pace. Jon said that either he'd seen it all one C of metre before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to Monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to read a bright dress, short-change skirt, top and enough gear mechanism to make ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the celebrated Casino in monte Carlo. It took us 3 60 minutes to get there going along the sea-coast road through Cannes and Nice. Jon told us to ride in the car naked and we had some skillful flashing sitting whenever we were stopped alongside a car or lorry that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a skirt and top on ( I wore my bikini wench and a very sluttish harvest top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round part of the chiliad Prix electric circuit and told us to go for a manner of walking 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 fishing sauceboat anywhere to be seen. The whole situation was good of expensive yacht. Hundreds of them, and I reckon most of them cost More than a million pounds each. There was even a brace that had helicopter landing pads on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had railcar parked on them.

Quite a number had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in Edward Douglas White Jr. uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of vernal women. Don't know if it was the full crew or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a similar way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her nates. She may have been wearing a thong ; it was hard to separate at that distance. Anyway it gave the mental picture that there could feature been some ‘ interesting'meter on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed like land mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food and a couple of nursing bottle of wine. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to move my chair assail a bit so that he could get a proper flavour up my skirt. He was sat on my left, which is the slope where the front end and back of the skirt don't meet. All there is on my provide hip is the thin corduroy that ties the skirt together. Jon thought that he was trying to affirm that I had nil on underneath it. I gave him a respectable ten minutes of him having a good looking at the 2 lilliputian hoop in my pussy.

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

I felt good walking to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the straw man or sides see all my pap. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut strawman dress. It's so scant that she can't bend without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the Casino entrance I saw all the rich mass arriving in their rolling wave 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 incredible. We watched people loosing 100 of 1000 of punt in seconds. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood in good order next to one old man. They got talking and he was letting Debbie play for him. Afterwards she told me that she won £20,000 in one handwriting, and then lost the lot, the side by side hired man. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 minutes, and for the last 5 he had one handwriting round the back of her leg and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his digit in her pussy. He didn't give her anything former 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 ride away. Jon told us that we might need a attire or skirt and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until deep afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing nothing at all. When we did leave Jon to us to embrasure Grimaud, a slight village right on the slide with very squeamish looking minuscule houses surrounded by water. I've not been to Venice, but it looked like the mo of Venice that I've seen on the TV. water taking up as much priming blank space as the building. The theatre looked small, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The dress that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a black bowed stringed instrument undershirt. It consists of nothing more than hundreds of hole, all big enough to get my index finger ( or tit ) through. There was only one man that took any interestingness in my gauze-like frock. When we saw a duo of cleaning lady 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 stalling. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenaged girls were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts on, but told us to stay naked. He said that it's the departure between what a man can get away with, and what a woman can get away with. Totally unjust, but life.

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

That evening we all got a bit sot. Jon said that as it was our stopping point night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up fucking each other in and around the kitty, and then we all slept in the Saame bed

Saturday

Bit of a bad head when I woke up. I lay there for a patch 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 time except for when we stopped for gasoline or food for thought. Not one car gave any depression that they'd seen naked people. A bit disappointing really.

exit round the genus Paris ring road was a bit more worry, both Debbie and myself took it in turns to weight-lift our hind end or tits against the windowpane whenever we managed to attract a man's attending by waving at them. It was amazing that we didn't drive an accident.

Just N of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small hamlet. Jon found a small old hotel for the night so we put some clothes on and went in. The old woman who ran the response gave us a filthy look when Jon asked for one way with a big bed for all 3 of us. The way was a fair size of it, but in the bathroom they have what Jon told me was one of the old manner French toilets. There's zero to sit on, just 2 places for your substructure and a hole in the story. You have to squat down and do your business. It was the first of all time 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 menstruation when 2 men came through the gate to be confronted by me with my bird rung my waistline and making a big puddle on the grass. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That nighttime we had our finally night on French soil. We walked to a little café and turned a few heads when Debbie and I walked in, one on each of Jon's branch. I don't know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the principal. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her lovely tit, and a doll that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet attire. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a Thomas Young pair did come in later on and fagged quite a bit of clock time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a skillful expression ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my ramification quite wide. When they left the man had quite a protrusion in the front of his trouser. 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 wine and Jon just about had to expect me back to the hotel. It was a near job that it was dark as I'm sure that my dress was round my waist nigh of the way back ; and I can't imaging what the old man who opened the door at the hotel persuasion. It wasn't that quiet a night as well ; I can still vaguely retrieve Jon fucking Debbie and me.

William Ashley Sunday

My oral sex hurt. I could only face coffee ( in one of those big bowls that the French people drink out of ) for breakfast. Jon told me to wear a ‘ sizable'garb, which was okay by me ; I didn't a great deal feel like flashing anyone.

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

Just to end the perfect holiday with a utter fuck ( well as perfect as a political machine can give ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an 60 minutes on the piece of tail auto ( read my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

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

Love

genus Vanessa