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

Holiday in the due south of French Republic

Unlike most of our trips 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 calendar week notice of this holiday. I had to let the manager of the hair Salon where I work know that I wouldn't be there. When I told them where I was going Debbie ( one of the daughter that I work with ) kept pestering me to ask Jon if she could go as well. There's no way that I would say that she could come with us without first of all discussing it with Jon. Debbie being Debbie wouldn't shut up about it and she even offered me a elevation domicile. She was going to try to catch Jon into letting her semen with us.

( For those of you that haven't read my daybook, or the narration of ‘ Debbie's pussycat big businessman ’, I should differentiate you that at an early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to open her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her twat at them. However, it doesn't body of work with Jon. Jon is very used to having naked Edward Young cleaning 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 binge ; it's just that he's seen Debbie naked so many prison term that I've lost tally. He's also fucked her a few meter as well. I should also say that I spend just about all my time at place naked, and when my fill up friends come to chat, they are usually naked within transactions of arriving. Only the old Sunday, Debbie and Bridie had spent to the highest degree of the day sunbathing naked with Jon and me in our back garden. )

Debbie and I got base before Jon and by the time Jon arrived there were 2 naked girls waiting to wait on his tea. After about 10 minutes 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 defenseless ( probably soaking wet ) slit onto his shaft. ( Jon usually strips-off when he gets home as well ). Jon told her to quit it or she might just get something that perhaps she wasn't expecting. It was then that Debbie put on her little lady friend voice and asked him. At foremost Jon just said,"Hmmm."After a hanker pause Debbie ground her backside down a bit more and Jon said,"That won't make any divergence female child, you know that I have more than plenty slit waiting for me any metre that I want it."Debbie stopped moving around but didn't get up. After another prospicient 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 make clean up his wet dick. As usual, Debbie's pussy juices tasted nice. As I was cleaning his dick Jon told Debbie that if she wanted to fall with us she would have to do EXACTLY what he told her, throughout the vacation. All Debbie said was,"Don't I always ?"To be funfair, yes she does. I can't call up one fourth dimension when she hasn't.

On the Fri evening 3 weeks 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 have much luggage ; Jon said that we wouldn't be wearing much for most of the meter. 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 items that I didn't even think Debbie owned - 2 pairs of breeches and a bra. Debbie had told me that she'd followed in my steps ( well Jon's originally ) and dumped all her brassiere and knickers. I hadn't seen her wearing any for over a year.

Anyway, lightly loaded, we set off and tug 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 gear few hours that we were in France, and I woke up as Jon opened the windowpane at the superhighway tollbooth. Shortly afterwards he pulled into a sleep area and we went to get some breakfast. It's so much warmer in France and I was glad that I only had a unawares lose weight apparel on ( and shoes ). My garb was tightish try-on, but Debbie's wasn't and I got a expectant view of her backside when the current of air blew her wench up just as we were going inside.

After eating we went to the pot and then back to the car. Jon was in figurehead of us and just as he unlocked the doors he turned to us and said,"Right, this is where it starts, apparel of, form out which one of you is driving, and lets get going."Debbie looked at me but I only got a fast glimpse of her, my dress was already up round out my principal. When I turned to her, her top covered her head. Her beautiful 34C breasts showing the essence of the fresh, warm French air on her nipples."Do you require to force back ?"I asked her. She said that she wasn't bothered so I ran round to the driver's slope and jumped in. As I started the car I looked round of golf, but no one appeared to have noticed the 2 naked fille getting into a car, and I drove off with Jon getting well-to-do in the back.

driving on the ‘ amiss'side of the road took a bit of getting used to and I did ‘ cut-up'a couple of elevator car 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 nipple."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 next remainder area. I parked the car on the outside row of petrol heart and was about to get out when Debbie said,"Let me."Because of the side of the ticker that we were parked on, and the side of the car that the tank filler was, Debbie could fill the car without being seen. Well, apart from one man who was parked at the pump behind us. He just stared.

When the armored combat vehicle was full Debbie got back in and said to me,"You go and pay then."I was just thinking about where my charge card was when Jon said,"I'll do it, I don't want you arrested before we've even got there."He shook his head teacher to tell me to appear over to our right. There was a police car parked there with both policeman looking back onto the motorway. When he got back, Jon opened the number one wood's doorway and told me to mount over into the back.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. It never stops amazing me that so many masses can repel and walk around and not see what's going on around them. Anyway, we continued on the motorway, then down the N9 until we came to a small township called Pézenas. As we arrived there Jon told Debbie and me to put our dress back on, as we had to bump person there. The berth 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 remain at. We the headed off south down this road that got narrow and narrow until we came to this cottage. Jon wasn't sure that we were at the rectify home 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 assume 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 midriff of nowhere so that was ok by. Debbie didn't hesitate, and Jon stripped as well.

We all walked to the front end door, and as Jon was trying to get the key in the figurehead door, it opened and an old man looked at us in obfuscation. In very misfortunate French, Jon managed to understand that we were in the wrong place. The cottage we wanted was another half mile down the road. The miserable 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 place. It was fantastic. Four bedrooms, its own little swimming kitty in a small back garden, and no other construction in sight.

We had a quick feeling round then took our luggage in, then had flying swim. Jon put some brusque on and told us that he was going to find a shop. Debbie and I soaked up the sun until he got back with loads of solid food and wine-colored. We didn't do much for the rest of the day, former than eat, drinkable and enjoy the peacefulness and quiet. We all slept in separate layer that night.

Sunday

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

After breakfast Jon told us that we were going exploring so we put just some place 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 path through it when we heard voices. We followed the auditory sensation until we saw a glade with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a XII adolescent around 18 class old. Four fille and two boy. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn't see us.

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

Boy was that water cold, my mamilla were throbbing and as hard as they've ever been. Luckily, we didn't stay in the water long and we lay on the grass in the little glade to get dry and warm up. As we lay there the stripling got out and walked justly past tense us to their clothes. I had my middle 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 human knee and to stake myself on him. No problem there, but I could swear that I could see one of the boys looking at us from the George Herbert Walker Bush. He must birth come back to observe us. Debbie just lay on the grass and watched us.

When Jon had filled my kitty-cat we got up and continued exploring. We went along the same path that the teen went on, and after about 15 min came to a little village. Jon didn't particularly want to take the air through that nude, so we turned back.

Didn't see anyone else and I was glad of the dip in ‘ our'pocket billiards when we got back. Having said that it was outstanding being able to take the air through the countryside naked without having to worry about the great unwashed getting bowl over because we had no clothes on. It was so unbend and ‘ natural ’. The fresh warm air helped as well.

Back at the bungalow, we opened a bottleful of wine-coloured ( or two ) and had a very loosen up good afternoon and evening. At teatime Jon fucked me again as I tried to get the intellectual nourishment ready. It was from behind at the cesspool as I washed the clams. I didn't think that Debbie had seen us, but as we sat outside talking and watching the principal, Debbie got up and bent down next to Jon. She got hold of his cock 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 feature it."She did, and she did. Jon lay back in his char and Debbie straddled him with her back to him. With her legs wide I could see his dick going in and out of her. Jon saw me watching and told me to descend and help oneself them both. He held Debbie still and I tasted her juice as I licked her pussy and his balls. They both came without even moving.

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

Monday

Jon decided that we were going to the beach. I hadn't realised that we were that close to the Mediterranean Sea Sea. Anyway, Jon told me to pack some intellectual nourishment, 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 disappointed as I was looking forward to wearing my new ‘ sling'swimsuit in populace ).

It took us about an minute to get to a post called Marseillan-Plage. A petty village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car Mungo Park on the fringe and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this minuscule track to the beach. The only semisynthetic object that we had with us were the car paint, some suntan lotion and Jon's pocketbook.

The beach was relatively calm down with only a handful of multitude on it. near were naked. We walked west ( or so Jon said ), and we came to a position with lots of hotels. By then there were lots and stacks of people, all of them naked. We walked right into the ‘ village ’. Jon told us that it's called Cap d'Agde and it's a nudist resort. What an amazing situation, I never knew such places existed. We stayed there for most of the day and it was incredible. It was just like a normal hamlet, people 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 have any sexual fun there, but it was only afterwards that I realised that. At the time sex just wasn't on my mind.

Poor Debbie was gob-struck. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. The Word ‘ shy'and ‘ embarrassed'aren't in Debbie's mental lexicon so she didn't have any problems fitting in. She never knew such places existed and she was amazed by the unhurt musical scale of things. I was a bit, there must make been a match of M the great unwashed there. Jon had been there before so he knew his way round the shoes, but it had grown since he was last there.

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

Early evening we left and walked back up the beach. We stopped at the car and had a bit of food and some wine. A number of former naked people came and went. We weren't the only ace who didn't trouble 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 telephone number of twosome ( every combining of sexes ) making out, some in the humble sand dunes, and former in the middle of the give beach. Not very shy or reserved the French.

As it got dark-skinned we headed back and drove back to the cottage.

Debbie slept with Jon that night.

Tues

I was up first and had breakfast ready. There was still no sign of Jon or Debbie so I decided to get the rest period of the hooey from the car. I was bent over getting something out of the flush when I heard this man's voice saying something in Daniel Chester French. It startled me a bit and I jumped up banging my head on the charge lid. I cursed and held my head as the man came up to me. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he put his workforce on the position of my headspring and gently bent me forward to have a look to see what the hurt was. Fortunately it was just a protrusion and as I rubbed it and the nuisance get less I looked at the man and saw where his center were looking. He wasn't looking at my point anymore, and his pant were turning into a tent. We made eye link and he said something and left. I turned round and saw Jon walking towards me.

That aurora we went into Pézenas. Jon told me to hold out just my blanched Lycra bikini top ( more suited for a 10-year-old ) and my bikini wench. This is a wrap around piffling skirt that's about 10 inches long and doesn't make it all the way round me. It's held in spot by a corduroy leaving a gap of about 4 inches ( usually on my correctly hip ) that tells everyone who looks, that I've naught on underneath. Debbie wore a loose, cut-off, crop top and a very short ( 14 inches ), mean skirt. When she bent over even a slight bit the top went up over her breasts and the chick 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 rig and we set off. We parked at the incline 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 people, but Pézenas isn't up to much. In fact it's a bit of a dump really. At least it has a nice supermarket. Jon told us to ignore him and try to get a few hoi polloi even hotter under their dog collar. And we did. We spent long time bending over the Deepfreeze and squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf. The frigidness of the Deepfreeze really had an event on my mamilla. Debbie and I were almost having a competition to see how we could shock someone the most without making thing too obvious. Daft statement, of course we were obvious. Those mass knew exactly what we were doing. Either that or they're blind or stupid. Anyway, I think Debbie won when she ‘ handled'a big Daucus carota sativa. At one dot I thought that she was actually going to put it inside her, but she didn't. One old ladies face looked like it was about to explode. We were having so much fun that we nearly missed Jon leaving and we had to run to catch him. I don't think that us running would receive given their security measures anything to be suspicious about, there was absolutely nowhere where we could have hidden anything. well maybe one place…..

We did observe one clothes shop class that had a few dainty looking dresses. Debbie asked Jon if we could go in for a estimable look. The sales event assistant was a girl of about 20 and she looked very bored until we arrived. By the time we left she must own thought that the British people are all exhibitionistic orchis. Some of us are !

Debbie was the first to wake the girl up. She dropped a dress on the base and bent-over ( at the waist ) to pick it up. The girlfriend got a yearn eyeful of Debbie's pussy in all its glory. As Debbie stood up she turned to the daughter and said,"Sorry."The girl never said anything ; she just stared at Debbie's kitty-cat. Debbie put the dress back on the wrack and pulled her wench back down. My turn I thought. I moved between 2 runway of wearing apparel knowing full well that as I brushed past the one in forepart of me, my loose fitting bikini top would move to one side. As I got out the former side I pretended not to notice and went up to the young lady to ask her if I could try on the apparel in my mitt. I watched her eyes and as they registered what they were seeing, my nipples went like bullets. Without taking her eyed of my chest she said,"We"and pointed to the back.

The changing way was zippo more than a elbow room about 10 feet lame with a bit of a curtain for a door. The dress I'd picked was quite nice, no limb or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small-scale even for me. My Bikini top and doll were off in bit and I waited for a bit before going out into the store holding the dress to traverse my organic structure. The female child 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 elbow room. She followed me in and I turned round holding out the wearing apparel. She was looking up and down my naked front end. She didn't do anything so I started to abuse into the dress. As I struggled to pull it up over my second joint it got stuck and she motioned me to ingest 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 stage wide open. She saw my pussy rings as she came back in and blushed a little.

I put the frock on and went out to show Jon. As I went out, Debbie came in with a twain of dresses. She said something to the girl and started to divest. When I went back in Debbie was naked and just about to tear a dress over her head. When her arms were up in the air I pinched her left pap, 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 chance had changed,"looking at the girl who didn't know where to look.

By the meter Debbie had decided that she didn't like the attire 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 wearing apparel that Debbie had, when Jon came in. The girlfriend looked at him but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. Jon turned to Debbie and me and told us to go and determine something else to try on. Neither of us attempted to put anything on and walked out. As we did, Jon was asking the girls if she minded us walking around the shop naked. She didn't resolution and I couldn't hear any more.

Out in the shop Debbie and I were looking at other dresses in to the full persuasion of anyone who would consume been passing. I occasionally looked out, but didn't see anyone looking. I didn't look at all exposed, but there again having walked around the town wearing only 2 modest Triangulum on my white meat, and a chick that when opened up is only 20 column inch by 10 column inch, it's not really surprising.

We both found another dress and went back to the changing room. Jon was still talking to the young woman who hadn't a clue what he was on about ; she just stood there. Debbie had taken 2 garb back in with her, one quite big. She gave it to Jon and said,"You'd face good in this one."Jon looked puzzled then saw her winking at him. Debbie wanted to shock the female child 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 answer and took it from Debbie and hung it up.

The fille 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 shorts to reveal a semi erection. She gasped a bit as Jon got the attire and slipped it over his head. By the metre it slithered down his body, his semitrailer became a full moon and the front of the dress rested on top of it. He lifted it over his dick and let it strike. He turned his back to the girl and asked her to zip him up. The mesmerised girl just did it. He turned round to face her showing the big tent in the straw man that the lady friend was staring at. Even Jon had to hold that he looked a right on ass 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 rachis to me and told me to unzip him. When I had, he took the frock off and turned to the female child. Her eyes were glued to his dick as he motioned her towards it. I watched her solve her lip as she bent down and took him in her rima oris. Debbie put her helping hand on my pussy ( neither of us had bothered to try the wearing apparel on ) but Jon said,"Self-satisfaction only little girl,"so we both sat down and frigged ourselves. Jon didn't last long 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 skirt and her right handwriting started on her cunt ( she wasn't wearing any knickers ). No sooner that she'd started the doorbell rang. She swore ( I think ), and went out. We dressed in our own clothes and went out. She stopped talking to the new client and stared at us as we left.

We left one very cross girl in that shop. I'm sure enough she must have gone in the dorsum when that client left and relieved her tension.

We went back to the car to head back to the cottage, but Jon wouldn't let us get back in until a man was passing. I climbed into the front end and left one leg on the pavement whilst Debbie climbed onto the back buttocks on her custody and genu. What a deal 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 stupefy dough and didn't even actualise. trick told me to clean up the ‘ arm pit bread'and I just looked at him blankly. When I asked him what he meant he pointed to the boodle and said,"How do most of the French mass carry their bread house ? Have a looking round adjacent time 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 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 time. Jon looked round for something to warm my hindquarters and came back with a spatula from the kitchen. We then went outside and I bent over and grabbed my ankles, which were about a ft apart. Jon then proceeded to hold me 20 swats with me counting them and thanking him.

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

That Night we walked further down the road until we came to that fiddling village. I wore a halter-top that wasn't really big enough, and a reduce cotton plant ‘ A'wench ( Jon's choice, probably because it was verbose ). Debbie also wore a slim cotton plant ‘ A'skirt and the crop top that she wore to Pézenas.

We found the only café / bar in the place and doubled its customer enumeration. We sat at a table exterior and had a very pleasant eve. As I've said it was a bit wordy and quite a few times when we were leaning back in our chairs, Debbie's and / or my bird flew up. A few men were looking at us but all they would induce seen was our bare stomachs. The light wasn't that trade good, and we had our stage 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 dark, defenseless. It was a good job the lunation was out because there were no streetlights.

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

Wednesday

I woke up ahead of time tactile sensation 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 lavatory. I wanted to deliver the complement to Debbie, but I just had to get up quick. I jumped up, kissed Debbie on her depress lips and left to get the breakfast.

As usual it was a lovely, warm, sunny morning and I set out the intellectual nourishment on the board out the backbone. Jon came out, jumped in the puddle and did a couple of lengths before coming for breakfast. As he was drinking his coffee tree he told me to bend over and touch my ankle. He then said,"I thought so ; you've cum this morning haven't you ?"Feeling a bit guilty and submissive I said,"Yes, Master. Debbie woke me up by finger fucking me."“ right wing then, get me knockout then sit on my lap."I didn't need any more of an invitation ; I squatted down and took him in my mouth. It wasn't long before his putz 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 farseeing slow fuck as she eat her breakfast.

That day we went back to Cap d'Agde and had another very relaxing day. well, not quite as relaxing as the Monday's sojourn there. At breakfast Jon told me that I had to wear my Ben Wa balls all day. Not to be out done, Debbie decided that she'd wear hers as well. The walking about took twice as long as formula as both Debbie and me had to restrain stopping either to avoid having an orgasm there and then, or to actually have 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 commodity as well, for some reason I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.

Jon found the entirely sequence quite amusing.

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

That night was spent eating and boozing wine-coloured outside the rachis of the cottage.

I wish more twenty-four hour period 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 world swimming pool. He decided that the best place to find one would be in a city so he put some shorts on and Debbie and I put on fiddling skirts and tops 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 fork areas for men and women. There were also areas on Bench with wearing apparel maulers as well as slight changing stall. It looked like some people got changed in full aspect of anyone who happened to be there. Didn't bother us.

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

Debbie had taken my white Lycra swimwear to weary, and I'd taken my new Edward D. White Lycra ‘ sling'swimsuit ( Saint John the Apostle likes white Lycra, especially when it gets wet ). I think I'd better describe the swimsuits.

The ‘ big'swimming costume that Debbie wore is a one piece one that you put your school principal through then let it pass down your front. You then straighten the front out and then force the lower act through your legs and grab the cords that then come round your waist to fasten near your belly push. To describe it another way, it started as a thinly shoulder strap round the back of your neck, then expanded in two objet d'art to track your tit. It then goes down in a deep ‘ V'going over your pussy, still in two firearm that are only about an column inch wide. They don't actually meet each early but are both attached to the back division about half an inch apart just where your butt muddle is. The binding is like a fully, high-cut bikini bum back that comes round to the front as two slenderize tie corduroys. These electric cord can either be tied on top of, or underneath the front division. When I put it on and slant forward with it fastened underneath the front part, the front share hangs forward leaving my bosom and pubic bone exposed. I also have bother keeping my clitoris inside the 2 front parts.

The ‘ sling'has even less real. It comprises of 2 look turn that nearly cover my titty. They start with virtually nothing, spread apart to cover my titty, then taper back to just the bit where the cords attach. The 2 cords then go down my front and have the top piece of a trilateral that covers my pubis attached to them. The triangle only covers the visible portion of my twat when I'm stood up. And the 2 cords go either position of my pussy and are fastened together where they foregather to go up my ass crack cocaine. The 2 cords then function company as they come out of the top of ass cheeks and go over my berm to join to the top of breast spot. When you look at me from the position it looks as if I'm not wearing anything at all.

The bathing suit that Debbie wore is bad enough to celebrate in office, but the ‘ sling'one is virtually unimaginable. Even with the cords pulled stiff it either disappears into my pussycat or one of my titty pops out with even the slightest quick move.

Anyway, I knew that Jon was expecting me to designate what little flesh that was covered to the adolescent, and I wanted too as well. As I took my top off then dropped my skirt whilst facing them, they all went restrained and I felt my juices flow. That familiar tingling in my cunt was making me feel skillful.

I turned round with my back to the teenagers and set over. They got a great perspective of my ass and pussy as I spent age ‘ looking'for my swimsuit in my bag. When I did get it out I turned back to look 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 have trouble untangling her bathing suit. When she got it over her neck and the straw man straightened out, she had to sit down to make it well-off to fasten it round her waist. She made sure that her legs were wide give as she did so. I could see that she was wet as well.

Jon was naked facing a girlfriend about my age who was getting a skilful eyeful of his articulated lorry. Jon put on a pair of his fine net net nylon undies, the case that if you look within a span of yards 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 pool. There were Lot of people there, and many of women were wearing thong Bikini so we didn't look that much out of place. The French people are much more large-minded than the British.

The pool is quite big with slides and a wave machine. There's an out-of-door contribution with sunbeds on the dope. Debbie and me did get a bit of attending from some of the teenage boys and men there, but not as much as I'd expected. I guess that it's one of the differences between the Gallic and the British. I'm sure that I'd have been asked to leave alone some of the Brits swimming pools.

Going up ( and down ) the slide was fun, each time I wanted to go up the stairs I'd wait until a man was about to go up and then get in front man of him. A few time I could really experience their centre staring at my puss. needle to say I'd bend over in movement of each of them, just to make sure as shooting that they had a good face. It wasn't just the urine from the swimming pool that made me wet. Going down the slides was fun as well. Just about every metre I got to the butt, one of my nipples was showing.

Getting changed to go back to the cottage was fun as well. No one else was doing it, but the 3 of us used the communal shower naked. We got a dyad of suspect face, but that's all. The ripe bit was getting dried. The same group of teenage male child appeared just as we were getting our towels out of our locker. phonograph needle to say that Debbie and me took our time, and paid exceptional attention to the matter to moment. I have to confess to ‘ tweaking'my nipples a couple of time, and licking a finger that I'd slowly inserted into my cunt. That made a couple of the feller jaws drop. I did discover a couple of bulges in the adolescent's trunks, and when I stared at one of the lads, his expression went brilliantly red, but he didn't stop looking. Anyway, we eventually put our skirts and tip on and we all left.

We had a pleasant evening eating and drunkenness by the syndicate 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 wad our things and we set off down to the coast route and then west until we got to St Tropez. There we headed in-land to a plaza called St Raffaello Santi where Jon collected the paint to another cottage.

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

This cottage was even more remote and adult than the first base one. The back garden was massive with grass hills to one position and a big wood to the other.

Sat

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

After lunch Jon decided that we'd better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Debbie put a lilliputian skirt and halter-top on while Jon told me to outwear my bikini dame ( the one that doesn't go all the way round me, leaving it obvious that I wear nothing under it ), and my white two-piece top. I wore that top so loosely that I only had to tilt forward a niggling bit and it was off my breasts.

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

As we were leaving the supermarket car park we saw an fortuity. This British mini-bus was driving in and got hit by a Gallic person's car as it reversed out of a parking place. There wasn't a great deal impairment but one of the headlights 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 Venture Scouts ( 3 lads and 5 girls ) all about 18oro 19 years old, with 2 drawing card, a man and woman in their latterly twenties. Jon went into the café in the supermarket to spill to them whilst the talent scout went and did their shopping. Debbie and me went with the sentinel, and had a bit more fun. The bloke wanted to go turn with us whilst the girl wanted to get on with the shopping. Needless to say that the fellow got hard-ons from the display that Debbie and I put on.

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

On the drive back to the cottage Jon told us that he used to be a Venture Scout leader and had organised a few exchangeable touring tripper 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 hold on our apparel on until the minor got used to the theme. He told us to tell them about his rule after he and the leadership had left, and then determine 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 leadership left. Debbie took bearing 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 gent centre light up as one of the girl ( Angie ) said,"I hope that rule doesn't apply to us because there's no way that I'm walking around without my wearing apparel on."After a bit of discussion it was agreed that everyone could fag as a good deal or as little as they wanted. After that we all dispersed and Debbie and I went to get out of what little clothes we were wearing.

When we went outside, all 8 of the kids were in or around the pond. The lad were in their swimming bole, 2 of the girls were just wearing two-piece bottoms, 1 was wearing a lash Bikini, and the other 2 were wearing good bikinis. They all stopped and stared at Debbie and me as we walked out naked as the day we were born, and nearly as bald as the day we were born. After a few sec ( 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 Greater 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 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 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 face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did stimulate a erection, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.

Debbie joined in and went and stood over him ( the other kids had him pinned to the ground ). Debbie said,"Don't be shy Tom. I treat a erection as a compliment. You should be proud of it. Let's have a right look."With that Debbie squatted down between his leg and pulled his trunks down. There were cheer from everyone as Tom ( and some of the others probably, but I was only looking at Tom ) stared at Debbie's lawless legs.

Debbie's military action had stopped the others from concentrating on holding Tom down and he managed to get gratuitous and up. He was off and no one followed him. He came back about 10 minutes later wearing a different pair of torso and no hard-on. One of the early lads said,"Had a good wank then ?"Tom didn't answer.

Shortly after that 2 of the girl went to come out getting the intellectual nourishment ready and Tom went and got some Sir Thomas More wine and beer.

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

Jake said that we should all sit in a roofy on the sess and meet it by spinning an discharge wine bottle. The one who the nursing bottle top pointed to got to give anyone they liked a ‘ truth or dare ’.

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

Jake then dared patsy to take her bikini top off. After a bit of persuasion she did. Out founder these ‘ vauntingly'white breasts with dinky lilliputian hard nipples.

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

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

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

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

Then Tom dared gull to bring her bikini bottoms off and finger herself - She did.

Next, Pete dared Patsy to bear on her two-piece bottoms all the way into her pussy - She did.

Next, Karenic 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 fellow, and a yoke of the girls, as Debbie spread her legs wide of the mark and started frigging. There was silence as Debbie worked on her pussy, and she didn't tale long to start moaning, then cum.

By that time the simply person who wasn't naked or in just bikini can was Angie. All 3 cuss were defenseless and displaying comely sized erections.

Next, Kirsty dared me to tell everyone how I got my gold rings in my pussy, and then let Tom frig me. They listened in placid captivation as I told them about me being suspended, rout, about 3 foundation from the ground, about the vibe being left in me until I nearly came, then Jon using the leather actor hole punch to put the holes in my puss back talk. There were a few cringes as I told them the last bit, and then silence. I had to remind them about the second part of the dare, and Tom wasted no clock time in roughly plunging his fingers into me. Tom still has a lot to determine about giving a womanhood pleasure, but it was nice, and he did get me to cum.

Next Pete dared Angie to put a digit in herself. Angie flatly refused and after a span of transactions Kirsty said,"This unit has a reputation to live on up to, you have to do it or we'll do it for you."Angie still refused so Kirsty said,"cum on lets get her."With that they all pounced on Angie and stripped her. Angie has quite a nice body and looked good as they all held her spread-eagle while Kirsty started pushing her finger up her kitty-cat. 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 space and Karenic put her fingerbreadth in Angie. They each took it in turn to thumb make love Angie, even the cuss. By the clock 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 Host we would be honoured if you would take percentage in our ritual. Please feel free 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 brass. At for the first time I wasn't sure what to do but then it came to me. I knelt either English of her principal and lowered my pussy onto her typeface, then out to forward and started eating her pussy.

For a daughter who gave the feeling that she was a virgin before that night, she did a good job on my pussy. I was just getting her close to cumming when Debbie bent down in front line of me. She had this big candle in her hand. I didn't need to be told what she was going to do with it. As it went in, Angie almost screamed and bit my clit. I gasped and came. It only took a few strokes with the candle to prepare 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 issue forth back with a bucket of cold water, but I couldn't see anything as he walked up to Angie, who was still rout. Jake put his manus 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 pussy, that's what the bastard's fucking done."Angie said.

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

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

The biz was that each of us girls had to pick up an empty wine-coloured bottle and propel it over a ancestry about 20 infantry away. Only problem 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 pussycat, but it took a moment 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 sentiment we were all lined up with a bottle at our animal foot. Jake shouted ‘ go'and I squatted down and stake myself on the bottle, lifted myself up, and waddled to the finishing line.

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

This went on for a serious 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their nursing bottle over the air. 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 impediment. Jake went into the bungalow and came back with a bottleful of sleazy champagne. He said that we wanted a full feeding 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 cork out. He said yes, but told me not to slop any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the Cork out then put it on the flat coat cook to start. I knew that it wasn't going to be as wanton, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscle, but I was half-drunk and very wet.

When Jake started the race I managed to empale myself all right, but as I lifted it off the footing it started to slip out. It didn't come up redress out, but it hit the ground with a thump.

Have you ever thumped an open can of Coke on the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can ? swell this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I'd just got started waddling along when I felt the bubble start to lift into my puss. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of emmet. The delight was just too very much. I dropped to my stifle, grabbed the bottleful to hold it in spot, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the solid ground I was cumming as dear as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like gazillion of pismire 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 blaze.

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

I eased the bottleful out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half wide-cut. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the residue out of my pussycat like a fountain."There it is !"I said.

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

The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one point in time Jake drew our attention to Angie who had drunk so a lot that she'd passed out on one of the hot seat. About half an 60 minutes later Jake said,"I've got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at clock time, how about we give her something to remember this vacation by."After one or two ‘ what'and ‘ okay', Jake said,"A shave."One or two hoi polloi were a bit slow on the uptake, but after a twosome of minute of arc everyone agreed.

There was a bit of incertitude as to whether or not Angie would fire up up so Jake said,"okey, come on Tom, have me a bridge player to carry her inside. If she wakes up we'll leave her alone, if she doesn't then it's off with the muff."Tom picked up Angie 's top one-half from behind her with his hands holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her leg and holding her knees round out his hips.

Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn't even bring up, patsy said,"right hand, that's it, the stuck-up beef gets her lesson."With that Jake and gull went and got the shaving cogwheel. It didn't take Jake and Patsy long to complete the job without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs encompassing apart.

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

Sunday

I woke up with one hand on Debbie's rightfield breast and I started playing with her tit. She moaned a bit so I moved my hired hand down to her pussy and started caressing it. It wasn't long before her leg opened to return me better access code to her rapidly wetting snatch. I played with her button and finger-fucked her until she came. All the time she had kept her eyes shut. At the clock time I thought she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, 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 timpani 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-hand hand in the air and smiled saying,"ten moment ago."Debbie still looked nonplus and said,"You didn't did you ? I can't remember a affair about it."“ You enjoyed it."I said and left her to get up.

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



The others were all in another room all still dead to the globe. Angie was still rout on her sleeping bag. I have to acknowledge that Angie did face respectable with her diminished bosom, slender anatomy and bald cunt.

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

About 30 minutes later we heard Angie shouting and cursing. She came outside and demanded to have it off who had done the deed. Of course of action no one admitted to it, all most the great unwashed could do was laugh at her. In the end she went inside and had a cascade. 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. Most of the kids were either naked or had just bikini bottoms or shorts 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 put back the strong drink that we'd all downed the previous night so Kirsty, Jake and myself put a few clothes on and went to the supermarket. On the ride there Jake asked if I liked being nearly naked all the metre. I told him that I'm usually naked at habitation and that I don't own any knickers, bandeau, pant, legging, tights or boxers. Both Kirsty and Jake seemed a little storm and I could see that Jake was getting a little aroused.

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

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

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

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

Monday

Monday was another ‘ going out with no wearing apparel'day for us. The most exciting matter of that day was that just before going out Jon called me into his bedroom and told me to bend over with my legs apart. He then pushed my picayune ( 2 inches long by 1 inch diameter ) remote controlled vibrator right into my kitty-cat. I was a little 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 recite 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 hind end and put her hand onto my pussy. acerate leaf to say her hand got all wet and she pulled it back saying,"persuasion so, you horny little bitch."When I asked her what she meant she said,"I can smell your snatch. That delicious aroma has been getting hard ever since we left the cottage. individual'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 notice that all 3 of us were staring naked. We did get a replicate take 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 legal brief thong bikini. Not even a clangor hat. It just looked ‘ strange ’.

We pulled off the route onto a car park behind a beach near a river electric outlet. There were one or two hoi polloi in the car commons so Jon told me to get out first. When no one took any poster of the fact that I was naked, Debbie and Jon got out as well. We got our towels, burn lotion and bottle of water and walked to the beach. Jon decided that we'd set ourselves out in the low sand dune.

After about an 60 minutes Debbie and Jon decide that they wanted to go for a walk. Jon told me to stay there and attend 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 control controlled vibe off, but he switched it back on ( in slacken modal value ) just before they left. About 10 bit later I was just getting close to having my first coming of the day when a man came up and squatted down between my legs. He startled me a bit because I had been concentrating on that lovely feeling in my pussy and hadn't heard or seen him come up to me.

When I sat up a bit and leaned on my elbows I could see that his eyes were looking straight at my very wet pussy. I squeezed my twat to make indisputable that the vibration was well enshroud inside me and said,"What !"He held an unilluminated cigarette out and said what I presumed to be ‘ have you got a light ?'I don't love where he expected me to get a equal from as there were no suitcase, no clothes and just 3 towels there. I tried my adept"Non parlez vous francais"bit and he eventually got the content and left, but not before having a effective stare.

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

In the following time of day or so I had 3 more than men come to try to chatter me up. The Light Within for a cigarette must be a stock chat-up stemma down there because they all used it. All 4 of them were naked, and one of them was quite a hunk, and he did throw a big tractor trailer erection as he stood between my fundament. I think we both spent a full-of-the-moon minute mesmerised looking at each other's private parts before he finally left. I was gladiolus that he did because the minute he left I had my second coming of the day, and it was stronger than the inaugural. I guess it was something to do with looking at the man's big hawkshaw ( practically gravid 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,"fountainhead you weren't here to involve care of the itch."She smiled and lay following to me.

We had a great day on the beach, swim and flogging. Jon was with me for the rest of the day and I didn't get any to a greater extent men asking me for a light.

Jon had me keep back the vibration 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 untimely 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 coast road. None of us thought anything of it when we had to hybridize the road to continue up the slope of the river. That was until a match of cars sounded the motor horn. Jon told us to get a motility on ; he didn't want to get us arrested.

We walked up the English of the river and came to this field. It must bear been from there that the planing machine that startled me came from. Just as we were deciding to deform 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.

Back at the beach we walked the reverse way to what Debbie and Jon did in the morning. We came across a bivouac and wandered turn. We got a few rum flavor, but no one stopped us or said anything.

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

After the wine bottles, Jon told me to go and get every feeding bottle that there was in the bungalow. There was quite a motley, but the single Jon was interested in were the wide one. The next one-half hour was taken up with Debbie and Jon pushing feeding bottle into my pussy. The beginning one that went in ( after the neck opening of the wine bottles ) was a Coke bottle. The contents of a few wine bottleful were inside my tum and I was glad and relaxed so the snow bottleful went in quite slowly. At one point Debbie was worried that it might go right in and that we'd have problem 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 squeezed it out using my muscles.

After that a few nursing bottle made it in, but the biggest was a Negroid German wine bottle, it had a very short neck then bulged out to the main constituent which was a skillful 3 in in diameter. That took a bit of easing in, but Debbie performing with my clitoris made me unwind more and it finally went in. When it came out Jon told Debbie to put her helping hand in, before my muscles tightened up again. Debbie was a bit hesitant, she'd heard of ‘ fisting ’, but never seen it before. She was frightened that I might get hurt. When I told her that Jon had had his clenched fist in me a few fourth dimension she had a go. I'm sure that she enjoyed it as very much as I did.

When she saw that it didn't hurt me, Debbie decided that she wanted to try it. She wanted to, but she was scared. To make sure 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 rophy so we went into the kitchen and used some bang and trousers ( Jon's ) to tie her arms and legs to the table legs. I foolishly said that we should use her pants to gag her. Jon told me to stop being stupid, all her pants were back in England. I think my brain must possess been wine-logged.

Anyway, Debbie was nice and wet in expectation, but Jon told me to get to work out on relaxing her. I started with my oral fissure and played with her little 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 all-inclusive. I did feel Jon cum in me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him.

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

Wanting to make the most of it for Debbie, Jon frigged her until she orgasmed. He didn't stop when she came, but went on for another duad 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 work force 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 kitty-cat."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-coloured 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 bridge player inside Debbie when she went to sleep ; I know that his left hand was inside me when I went to sleep.

Tuesday

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

Went for a manner of walking in the countryside around the bungalow. All 3 of us defenseless. The sun and the want of multitude was so relaxing. Not a lot else happened.

Wednesday

That morning Jon told us to put a frock on and take our swimming costume with us. We went to Cannes for the day. I might have only been about 25 miles along the coast but it took us nearly 2 minute to get there. The piazza and the multitude there amazed both Debbie and myself. It was obviously full of quite rich the great unwashed - or people pretending to be rich.

After walking round the streets with their big hotels, Jon decided that we would have a walk along the beach and the seafront. We hit the seafront not far from where we had parked the car, and when Debbie commented on the large number of women walking along the seafront in their thong bikinis, Jon decided that Debbie and I should do the same. We went to the car and changed into our swimsuit outside the car. Of course of instruction it was easiest to whip our wearing apparel off and bear there naked while we arranged our swimsuit. I wore my sling bathing costume and Debbie wore my former bathing costume, the one that she wore at the swimming pool in Marseille. She said that all of hers were way too big for the South of Anatole France.

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

walking along the seafront like that I felt daring, very exposed, and excited. At one point 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 cream at a place where there wasn't a pedestrian crossing.

That evening we had a meal at a very expensive eating house. All through the meal my apparel up round my waistline and the waiter could easily see my pussy. He took it all in his tread. Jon said that either he'd seen it all hundreds of times before, or he was gay.

Thursday

Thursday was another day for travelling. Jon took us to monte Carlo. Again Jon told us to need a smart dress, unforesightful skirt, top and enough power train to stool ourselves presentable. He told us that we were going to the famous 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 ride in the car naked and we had some good flashing sessions whenever we were stopped alongside a car or camion that had a man driving.

When we finally got there and parked Jon told us to put just a dame and top on ( I wore my bikini skirt and a very informal crop top ). We then split up ; Jon went for a walk round parting of the Grand Prix circuit and told us to go for a walk round the harbour area. When he told us that I thought that it was going to be boring. It wasn't, it was amazing. There wasn't a fishing sauceboat anywhere to be seen. The whole home was fully of expensive racing yacht. century of them, and I reckon most of them cost more than than a million pounds each. There was even a couple that had helicopter landing inking pad on them. One had the helicopter there as well. I lost count of the number that had railroad car parked on them.

Quite a number had their own gang, all very smartly dressed in egg white uniforms.

One that excited me had a crew of young cleaning woman. Don't know if it was the to the full gang or just part of them. We counted 7 of them. They were dressed in a exchangeable way to Debbie and me. One of them bent over and I saw all her backside. She may throw been wearing a thong ; it was hard to enjoin at that distance. Anyway it gave the printing that there could cause been some ‘ interesting'times on that yacht.

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

Eventually, after walking what seemed comparable geographical mile, we found Jon and went to a café and had some food for thought and a twosome of bottles of wine-coloured. Jon spotted one man who always appeared to be looking our way so Jon told me to strike my chair round out a bit so that he could get a right look up my skirt. He was sat on my left wing, which is the side where the social movement and back of the wench don't meet. All there is on my depart hip is the thin electric cord that ties the annulus together. Jon thought that he was trying to confirm that I had nothing on underneath it. I gave him a ripe ten minutes of him having a good look at the 2 little rings in my pussy.

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

I felt proficient walk to the Casino in my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my chest letting anyone who looks down the nominal head or slope see all my titmouse. Debbie looked good in a backless, low cut front wearing apparel. It's so short that she can't fold without showing her ass.



As we were walking up to the cassino entranceway I saw all the rich people arriving in their roller Royces and other expensive automobile. I thought that there would be no chance of us getting in, but we just walked direct in, Debbie and me each on one of Jon's arms.

Inside it was incredible. We watched people loosing century of K of pounds in seconds. They never even batted an eyelid. It was just awesome.

Debbie was feeling brave and went and stood redress following 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 future script. She was talking to, and ‘ helping'him for about 15 hour, and for the end 5 he had one hand round the dorsum of her peg and up her dress. Debbie later told me that she let him put his fingers in her kitty-cat. 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.

Fri

Beach day. St Tropez beach day. Plage de Pampelonne was about an time of day's drive away. Jon told us that we might ask a frock or dame and top with us, but no other clothes. We didn't wear anything until late afternoon. We had a most relaxing day on the beach doing aught at all. When we did impart Jon to us to Port Grimaud, a little Greenwich Village right on the coast with very nice looking lowly home surrounded by piss. I've not been to Venezia, but it looked like the routine of Venice that I've seen on the TV. water system taking up as much ground space as the edifice. The business firm looked diminished, but I bet they cost a fortune.

The garb that I wore was a crocheting one that could almost be mistaken for a Joseph Black string singlet. It consists of nothing more than hundreds of mess, all big enough to get my indicator finger ( or mamilla ) through. There was only one man that took any interest in my see-through clothes. When we saw a couple of womanhood walking around wearing only two-piece bottoms, Debbie decided to take away her top off. I felt over-dressed.

On the way back to the cottage Jon decided to buy some yield from a wayside kiosk. As we were pulling up we saw that 2 teenage young lady were looking after the stall. Jon decided that he'd better put some shorts 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 charwoman can get away with. Totally unfair, but life.

The adolescent were a bit amused by our nakedness, and were probably talking about is. I couldn't understand. A duet of elevator car honked their horns as they went passed us.

That evening we all got a bit drunk. Jon said that as it was our finish night we had to drink all the wine that we had left. We ended up roll in the hay each early in and around the consortium, and then we all slept in the same bed

Sat

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

We spent all that day driving up France. We stayed naked all the time except for when we stopped for petrol or food. Not one car gave any feeling that they'd seen bare hoi polloi. A bit disappointing really.

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

Just due north of Paris we pulled off the motorway and into a small village. Jon found a slight old hotel for the night so we put some wearing apparel on and went in. The old fair sex who ran the response gave us a foul look when Jon asked for one elbow room with a big bed for all 3 of us. The elbow room was a fair size, but in the lav they have what Jon told me was one of the old stylus French potty. There's nothing to sit on, just 2 places for your foundation and a hole in the floor. You have to crouch down and do your line. It was the first time that I'd seen one of those and Jon said that he thought that they'd become out years ago.

Squatting down to take in a pee like that reminded me of the fourth dimension that Jon told me to do that one fourth dimension when we were out walking. I'd just got into mid menses when 2 men came through the logic gate to be confronted by me with my skirt round my waist and making a big puddle on the smoke. I'm sure that Jon did it on purpose.

That night we had our last night on French people stain. We walked to a lilliputian 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 headway. Debbie was wearing a halter top, that didn't hide much of her pin-up breasts, and a wench that only just covered her ass. I wore just my crochet dress. The majority of people in the café were old men, but a young duet did occur in later on and washed-out quite a bit of time staring at us. Jon told me to let them have a good facial expression ( I was sat facing them ) so Debbie moved over a bit and I opened my branch quite broad. When they left the man had quite a bulge in the front of his pant. 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 felicitous on the wine and Jon just about had to carry me back to the hotel. It was a respectable job that it was non-white as I'm sure that my attire was round my waistline 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 call back Jon fucking Debbie and me.

Sunday

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

Instead of going over the Channel 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 unadulterated holiday with a perfect fucking ( well as thoroughgoing as a machine can move over ), Jon made me ( ha ! ) spend an hour on the fucking machine ( show my Journal ) before going to bed. He had to just about carry me to bed afterwards.

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

erotic love

Vanessa