I love the summer, especially the summer holidays, My husband John has suggested trying a few days camping at a nudist beach. We talked about trying it last year but the girls, then ten and thirteen years old were a little unsure about it. So began a year long acclimatisation for all of us, we have never really hidden our bodies from our daughters, preferring not to run and hide if the girls ever walked in on us in the nude, and likewise the girls were ok if spotted by John or I. This was different, for the last year we have all agreed to be nude as much as possible around the house, we all still ran and dressed quickly if visitors came to call, but for the most part we have been nude for most of the year. We have a private rear garden and it only took a new gate, six foot tall and solid wood to offer total privacy and a sturdy lock, for security and we were all in the garden on any day that was warm enough for comfort. We all look so much better now too, even at the start of summer we are all a deep golden brown and careful choice of sun oil has left us all with very soft and moisturised skin.

So day one, it is our intention to stay one week at a campsite attached to a public nudist beach on the south coast of France close to Perpignan and a second week at normal sites in the Louare valley. We are all looking forward to our first naturist holiday, Clare has the most concerns as she has developed a lot in the last year but even she is still looking forward to the weeks experiment. We didn’t really know what to expect from our first sojourn into social nudity but after a drive through England and then France lasting almost twenty hours we were all extremely tired when we arrived at the security gate, it was ten o’clock in the evening. John had taken the main burden of the long drive, although I had taken a turn driving for 4 hours on an almost straight stretch of motorway while John slept, but that was only two hundred miles out of the one thousand that we had travelled. Clare and Amanda went right to bed and morphious took them both in seconds, John was asleep the moment he sat on the couch in the apartments living room, he didn’t even make it as far as the bedroom. I, on the other hand was wide-awake, I had managed to nap for quite a lot of the latter part of the journey, It was quite dark but I decided to explore the site anyway. I had a little dilemma though, what should I wear? I opted for a simple, silk sarong, to cover my naked body, flip-flops and a tam-tam around my neck to carry a few Euro’s and the apartment door key. I was hoping to find the places we would need the next day, the children’s club, the restaurant, the entertainment room, I found all those and more. The site has four night clubs and all were just getting active as midnight approached, the admission charge was more than the few Euro’s I had picked up never mind the cost of a drink as well so I wandered off towards the sound of the sea.

There is something that I found very strange on my late night walk, I was the least dressed person in the place, the whole site is exclusively naturist but the many hundreds of people I had seen so far tonight were dressed as if going to an awards ceremony, I felt decidedly underdressed. As the concrete path gave way to sand at the fringe of the beach I made a mental note that the path was at the side of a small supermarket, the illuminated window and ubiquitous Mammoth standing rampant above the door would make excellent markers for my return journey. I hadn’t walked many meters off the path when I saw my first naked person, then another, and then a third, there were six men in all, standing in a half circle with there backs to me. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to just a few feet away from the men, I could just hear above the crashing of the waves against the beach, the sound of a person panting heavily. There was a low wooden platform with a seat similar to that which an umpire at a tennis match would use but the six men, and now me, weren’t looking at the chair. There, on the platform, was a couple involved in a very animated sexual act, the men standing watching were passive voyeurs, I even slowly peeked around the man closest to me and he didn’t even have an erection, he was just watching an entertainment as if it were on TV. There is something about two people having sex in front of you, you know you shouldn’t be watching such a private act but my god it is so hard to look or walk away. The man performing for us was very close to his climax, he was literally throwing his body into the woman’s body laying beneath him, she was on a climactic plateau, one orgasm washing into the next just as the waves were washing onto the beach. The mans movement was fast and startling, as he pulled his cock out of her vagina, as I had watched him do over a hundred times since I arrived, this time his cock left her body completely and in one fluid movement the man was on his feet. He grasped his phallus in his right hand and pumped with two or three rapid strokes, his seed sped from him and on to the woman’s bare breasts, one more pump and a string of semen flew across her face, a final pump saw the jet hit in the woman’s open mouth. I suddenly felt quite exposed, standing there as I was watching two people fuck in a way I have never fucked in my life, and the fact that there were seven naked men, six of whom must have been turned on almost as much, if not more than I was. I quietly stepped back into the darkness so as not to advertise my presence, one of the voyeurs stepped forward and gave the woman, lying spent on the wooden platform, a hand to sit up, he kissed her tenderly and thanked her for the act she had just performed. He helped her to her feet and walked towards the Mammoth at the start of the pathway, they talked as they walked, they both had very northern British accents. I stood as quiet as I could while the couple walked past me, the man that had performed with her so admirably was talking to the other watchers, they were all French.

I waited a short while until the coast was clear and followed the young couple, I caught them up just as the harsh florescent lighting of the supermarket shop window illuminated them. The woman was no more than nineteen, the man a little older, they looked very much in love, not like the picture I had of her being fucked by a stranger on the beach while her husband watched, seemingly impassionedly. I could see passion now, engrained deep into his face, that walked quickly along the path to the main apartment block, I struggled to keep up. The man went to a car parked below the apartment, he bent down and reached under the rear valance and retrieved a key. I followed them up the external stairway to the second floor, their apartment was by the side of the stairway, I watched as he opened the door for them to enter and was disappointed as he turned and closed the curtains. A shaft of light beamed out from a chink in the curtains and lit a small patch on the balcony, I would never normally do anything like this but I crept onto their balcony and up to the large French windows. I could see her sitting on an easy chair, slightly sideways on to me; I could just make out the string of French sperm across her face and breasts, she had made no attempt to clean it off. I saw why after just a few moments, the man knelt at her feet and kissed her passionately on the lips, then he kissed to the start of the semen on her face and he ate it all off, licking, kissing and nibbling as he went along. Then he followed the trail across her breasts and down to her pubis. There was something wrong with the picture I was watching, not just the fact that the guy was eating another man’s sperm but that while he was doing it he was completely flaccid. His cock was a reasonable size, 6 inches long and 3 inches circumference, that would have been enough for most men hard but he had that and it was flaccid. I watched as his mouth made contact with her love tunnel that only a few moments earlier was filled with a Frenchman’s cock, he seemed to be very expert at cunnilingus, I couldn’t hear a sound she was making through the closed window but I could see she was writhing in ecstasy. I watched as she had orgasm after orgasm, my own breathing following hers, I was tuned into her climax as if his mouth was clamped over my citreous, his breath warming my labia, his moustache brushing against my mound. My fingers had found their own way under the sarong, and were seeking out my orgasm with a will of their own, I was out of control, then brought sharply back to earth by the sound of footsteps on the stairway at my side. I managed to be off of the balcony and walking towards the stairs as the people on the stairs turned the corner towards me. I went past the car I had seen the guy collect his apartment key from, there was still the tell-tail marks in the paintwork caused by a shaving foam ‘Just Married’, I had thought them very young and now I knew that they were newlyweds, I wondered what they would be getting up to later in their married life if they are doing what I saw them doing on their honey moon. It was two o’clock in the morning when I arrived at the apartment, John was still asleep on the sofa so I threw a blanket over him and went to bed.

‘CRASH!’ What the hell, it took me a few moments to come to my senses, the loud noise that had torn me from a deep, deep sleep was out of place, gradually I realised I wasn’t at home in my own bed but I actually was on holiday. John was sleeping at my side, totally undisturbed by the sound that had ripped me into consciousness, ‘wow’ that was one vivid dream I had last night, I’ll tell John about it later might turn him on and then I could have a holiday ‘afternoon shag’. I love holidays for that, get the girls booked into the children’s club for an afternoon of harmless activity, then back to the apartment for my own version of harmless activity. God! Dam! I had forgotten Clare’s "I’m too old to go to the kid’s club now, I’m almost 15, if you and dad want to play in bed I’ll go for a walk but I’m not going to do finger painting with the five year olds ever again!" Statement when I booked up for the naturist part of the holiday. Another crash, it’s coming from the girls bedroom, I was looking at John’s face as the very loud sound assaulted my ears, I jumped out of my skin but John didn’t flinch, ‘WWIII’ could break out and he’d miss the start because the gunfire would never wake him. I went to the girls’ bedroom, I felt a little guilty as it was so small, there were bunk-beds and a small wardrobe and almost no floor space. It wasn’t the girls fault, they had woken early and as the main bedroom is also the living room the girls didn’t want to wake us so were playing in their room. I cleaned up the mess with them, salved Amanda’s tears with promises of replacing her little bottle of perfume as soon as the shops opened. The very small room smelt as I would imagine a French brothel would smell, unfortunately the small window in the bedroom didn’t actually open, only a ventilation slit to allow a little fresh air into the room. We would have to leave all the doors open most of the day to get rid of as much of the, though normally pleasant dabbed behind the ears, very pungent, smell as possible before the girls had to sleep there tonight. I decided it was time for John to wake up, I bounced on top of him, nothing, the girls both shouted into his ears, nothing. Amanda brought an ice-cube from the freezer in the ‘kitchen-et’ and jabbed her hand and ice-cube ‘carelessly’ under the blankets. John lifted a few inches off of the bed, then came crashing down to earth, totally awake, it’s amazing how fast a man wakes up when an eleven year old child punches him in the testicles with a solid block of ice in her fist. How most of us laughed, I think the long drive has dented John’s sense of humour! The main bedroom / living area was very strange, there were three steps up to the ‘kitchen-et’ area, the shower room / toilet was behind the kitchen sink, with a ‘glass block’ wall between, a small passage way led past the large walk in closet and then the girls bedroom door. I could wash the pots and watch John showering at the same time, or be preparing food and watching him on the toilet, there will be a beach towel draped across that patrician before I cook. John put a leather-et cover over our bed, it zipped up like a large sleeping bag, encompassing everything including the pillows, I thought that was going a little far, I know we will have to live and maybe entertain in that one room but to totally cover the bed, and the cover looked very expensive too. People obviously sit on the foot of the bed as a ‘norm’ as the cover is well worn on the lower one third and looks brand new and almost untouched on the top two thirds. Then John had a brainwave, he had stopped nursing his slightly swollen testicles, I cant imagine what he is complaining about as he had an instant cold compress on his injury, the reason the kitchen-et was up three steps was, "Ta-Da!" The bed slid under the kitchen and the leather headboard was the backrest of a very comfortable long sofa.

Ok were new here, never been to a naturist resort before, the prospect of a breakfast faux-pa looming, does one dress for breakfast? In my dream last night everyone in the restaurant was dressed to the nines, I was almost naked, wouldn’t like that to happen in real life. Ok I suggest we all eat cereals for breakfast on the balcony, then we will go for a walk and see if we can spot how others are dressed for breakfast. We sit on our balcony, the table and four chairs are cheap patio furniture but ok, I was a little bothered about the dust and everything that had acclimated on them as they seemed to be outside in all weathers. I had scrubbed them before anyone sat but they still didn’t seem clean. John gave me a pack of stuff the receptionist had given him as he booked in the night before. "There might be something about dress-code and meals in that lot" he said. The first page in the information guide, printed large, "Please to be carrying at all times the towel, this for the sitting on to prevention of spreading of germs and the courtesy of the later persons to us the seating, and the secondary problems to the burning prevention". That made sense, no wonder the seats didn’t look like they had ever been cleaned, I’d have to buy four cheap small hand towels in the Mammoth later, that though made me smile, there was bound to be a Mammoth supermarket someplace, France was peppered with them, just funny that my dream had popped back into thought, as if reality. We could see people wandering about the car park in the nude, our balcony overlooked a large car park that separated our apartment block from the next, our block looked to be about a quarter of a mile long, pointing out to sea, no one had a sea view, it was either car park or ‘centre comercial’ views. From memory of the brochure I had seen, our block was in an ‘L’ shape, we were about half way along the long outside edge, the block we overlooked was a doughnut shape, there was a swimming pool in the centre with shops and bistros around the inner circle. We were on the forth floor, as the lower floors were only studio apartments and didn’t have the extra bedroom. If the girls could see anything at all from their tiny window it would have been the swimming pool area that we were able to use for free, they could see nothing though, small window and too high on the wall. Lets leave the pots for now, go explore, see where everything is.

We each took a tee-shirt, we could use it to sit on until I found small hand towels, or if the sun got too much we could cover our shoulders and backs at least, I rubbed about a gallon, sorry, 4.5 litres of sun oil into Amanda’s body and John did the same for Clare, I wanted John to oil me but Amanda insisted that she had to do it, so Clare oiled John. He tried to hide it, faining a relapse of his earlier injury but John was fighting to hide a burgeoning erection. Clare was unaware of her father’s discomfort and as she had finished his back and legs she started on his chest, her small hands lost in his forest of body hair, Amanda had finished me and went to help Clare with her father as Clare was taking much too long. John stopped the girls short of his painful area, which he oiled himself. I had to smile inwardly, he has managed for almost a year without any embarrassment and now ‘ping’, and he looks so uncomfortable. We walked down into the car park and Amanda and Clare ran ahead of us, John had regained his composure and was looking his normal happy-go-lucky self. I could hear Clare in the distance "ahhh! How romantic, look Amanda that car has just married on the boot", her words captured my attention immediately, I looked around me, there were the stairs leading up to the apartments that I had visited in my dream last night. I held back a little, John, ever the romantic was telling the girls how difficult it would be to get rid of that mark when they got home, I bent down at the back of the car, reached under the rear valance and there was a little box, I didn’t open it but I assumed that it would hold an apartment key if they were out. We wound our way around the ally ways and out into the main commercial centre, there were the bars I recognised from my dream and the Mammoth exactly where….. my god it wasn’t a dream, I did watch people having sex on the beach at midnight, I did masturbate on a strangers balcony, I needed to sit down and coffee, I needed lots of coffee.

We sat, on our tee shirts, at a table outside of a small bistro; the girls had ‘pan-aux-chocolate’ and coke, I had a coffee, black extra sweet, John had a Pernod, very unusual for him to drink in the day, but I needed my coffee. Clare wanted to smell the drink, "Aniseed" she said, "A bit like liquorish too", then she stood close to her father and sniffed around his mouth, "Wouldn’t it be marvellous if they made tooth paste that smelled like this" she said. I looked under the table and once again John was trying to hide a growing erection, Clare looked like she was about to kiss her father she was so close, then she broke away and dashed to the shop next door where Amanda had found some fireworks, then it was "I need some of my pocket money" I knew why, a family of pyromaniacs, that’s what I was blessed with! I noticed the woman first, she was sitting facing me, she looked so innocent, and butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Then I saw her husband; he was having an animated conversation with the waiter, he wanted something without sugar was the closest translation I could make out from my schoolgirl French. "You would think they never heard of diabetics!" he said to his wife, little pieces of the previous nights puzzle were falling into place, erectile dysfunction is a common symptom of diabetes. My mind was rushing, working through the possible scenarios, they were virgins when they married, he didn’t realise he didn’t function correctly and to keep her he encourages her to have mind-blowingly good meaningless sex. "And at least two hours there. You’re not listening to me at all are you?", John had been speaking to me, probably for ages but I was totally focused on the young couple. I managed to tear myself away, we walked on to the beach, past the door to the Mammoth, I popped in and picked up four small hand towels for five Euro’s each, and we were stunned and amazed at the number of nudists in one place, thousands upon thousands on that long beach. We hired sun loungers and I drifted in and out of sleep as we spent two hours drinking in the heat, the sun and the scenery.

It was one o’clock in the afternoon, I had left John, Amanda and Clare on the beach while I picked something simple up for lunch, I had decided on French bread, with cheese and ham, and chip-sticks for that continental feeling, I was making my way through the car park when a huge, stretched, Lincoln town car stopped by my side. I thought that a car like that was very ostentatious, the driver asked me if I needed a hand with my shopping, "No thanks" I said, the man was American, larger than life Stetson hat, and larger than life character. The number plate on the car was TEXAN-87, now that was real ostentation, bringing that huge ‘gas guzzler’ all the way from the States, how the Americans loved to show off their wealth to the poorer people in the world. The driver was out of the car and grasping at my shopping, I knew he thought he was being helpful but I was terrified, there were only the two of us in that large car park, if he had been a rapist I would have stood no chance. Then I got a fit of the giggles, he was totally nude apart from that over sized Stetson, and on the driving seat a small five Euro hand towel. His name was Dave from …. You guessed it Texas, I let him carry my shopping bag to the apartment, I offered him coffee and he asked for beer, we sat on the balcony drinking beer for twenty minutes and then he was off, "I’ll leave you in piece to fix up lunch for your family but I’ll see y’all again real soon" He drawled, Texan style.

"Look mum you and dad just go out, I’ll look after Amanda, we don’t need a baby sitter, neither of us are babies" Clare was very forceful, and this was meant to be a holiday with some level of freedom for all of us. "OK but the first hint of trouble I want you to call us on your mobile phone, you do have credit on it?" "Yes!!!" You have checked it works here in France?" "YES!!!!!!! Now go out and have fun". John and I walked out, we were both dressed, I had on a black, Lycra, sheath dress, nothing under and John had white slacks and Black shirt, as an after thought I grabbed a white silk wrap to put around my shoulders, to counter point Johns outfit, we were a matched pair. We went into three different bars and at eleven o’clock I asked John if he would like a walk on the beach or to go into one of the nightclubs, he decided on the beach, so I suggested going passed the apartment and making sure the girls were ok, then strip, get towels and go moonlight skinny-dipping. One half of me was hoping that we would bump into something similar to the night before, I would love to see John’s reaction to that. The girls were both in bed and asleep, John and I both stripped and grabbed a beach towel each, I walked the long way round, passed the young couple’s apartment, the light was out and the security shutter was down so I guessed they were out. On the beach we were followed by two of the men I recognised from the previous night, they sat a few yards from where we entered the surf, John and I played in the breaking waves for a while, I manoeuvred John so that his back was toward our watchers, I knelt at his feet and stroked his flaccid cock, I bent forward and kissed the tip, there was a blob of precum there waiting for my tongue, and I strung it out as far as it would go before snapping back to his now stiffening cock. I took his hardening cock deep into my mouth, as he hardened more his cock pushed it’s way against my oesophagus, I was rubbing his balls with one hand, pumping his cock with the other and my mouth was milking the length of his shaft. John was tipped over the edge in seconds, I lay back into the surf, opened my legs and asked John to come and fuck me. He knelt between my open inviting thighs, my pussy was dripping wet with excitement and anticipation, he leaned forward, aiming his re-hardening cock at my tunnel entrance, I wanted him deep, deep inside of me right now, wanted him pumping his cock deep into my body, the tip touched my pussy lips and unfortunately he looked up, saw 3 grinning French men watching him and he went very cool on me. John was very upset and without saying a word he stood up and stomped off leaving me lying in the surf, frustrated. I watched John as he disappeared into the distance towards the twinkling lights of the resort, as he walked along he wrapped his towel around his waste and then he was gone. He blocked an occasional light as he walked along, and that was all I had to mark his progress as he walked towards the apartment. I was all alone, well not quite alone, I still had three French, four Frenchmen about eight feet away, I couldn’t make out their features in the moonlight just four male shapes between me and the dunes beyond. One of the men stepped forward and clearing his throat said something to me in French, his voice was deep and syrupy sweet, I couldn’t understand anything that he said to me but the words were heavy with sexual intentions. The French language is said to be the language of love, and here on this unlit beach, under the gentle glare of the half moon I felt I understood why. I said my pathetic "non-parley Frances" and he chuckled "Ah! You English Lady!" As he stepped forward and the little light the moon provided lit his face I recognised him as the young woman’s lover from the night before. I looked down his body, he had a strong jaw line, easy, gentle smile, extremely broad shoulders, no body hair, well defined chest and six-pack stomach, no pubic hair and a very large erection, which he swung proudly from side to side as he walked. In his broken English he asked me if I would like to walk with him a little way, I know I was being crazy but I let him help me to my feet. Still holding my hand he led me along the beach, we were walking in the fringe of the surf, the cool waves breaking onto my feet, I remembered my towel and half turned to go back for it but his grip tightened on my hand. As I looked back over my shoulder I could just make out one of the three remaining men collecting my towel and the other two walking a few paces behind us. We walked a short way away from the resort toward the ever-increasing darkness, then I recognised the low wooden platform from the previous night. My mouth went very dry in an instant and a lump developed in my throat that made it difficult to speak, not that we were speaking, he was talking to me in French, I didn’t understand him but my body knew exactly what he was saying. As we reached the platform my towel was placed carefully down on the platform and smoothed out, my escort steered me toward the platform and I managed to force a "Non" out despite the lump in my throat and dry mouth. He stood back from me, still holding my hand, he looked at me and said "But beautiful lady, surly you mean we?" I repeated "Non!" He stepped closer to me, moved slightly to my side, stood with his left leg behind me and his right leg in front, this brought his powerful erection against my thigh. He kissed the side of my neck, his left hand starting at my shoulder and moving to the small of my back as he kissed along my jaw line towards my mouth. He pressed his erection against the side of my thigh in a slow rhythm, I could feel the heat from his member, the damp pre-cum he was leaving as a trail across my thigh. The frequency and pressure of his thrusts was increasing, as was the urgency of his kisses, he found my mouth and his tongue felt it’s way around my lips. He pressed extra hard against my thigh as his tongue forced it’s way into my mouth and his left hand moved onto my bottom, his tight hand now reached out and touched the flat of my stomach. I received his kisses hungrily, and he took that as permission to move further, his right hand now at the point where my pubic hair started, his fingers rising over my mound, hardly touching the flesh, simply brushing through the hair that was all that stood between my vagina and him. His fingers brushed across my clitoris, again barely touching the flesh, on their southward journey, one finger parting my vaginal lips and easing its way into my love tunnel. "Beautiful lady says non with her voice but says yes with her body" he whispered into my ear, "Please allow Claud take you into ecstasy beautiful lady". My legs parted slightly, allowing him easier access to my vagina, he took the opportunity to add another finger digging deep into my body, he altered the position of his hand so that his palm was massaging my clit as his fingers searched out my inner spot. The friction against my clitoris brought me to a gentle climax but as his fingers found their target deep inside my body I went into orbit. I had never had such a powerful orgasm in my life, my knees went weak and I fell against Claud, he held me upright without his fingers missing a beat in my pussy. I had a second, third and forth orgasm, I was melting into Claud’s body I couldn’t remember ever feeling like this in my whole life before. "Would the beautiful lady wish for Claud to make her go to ecstasy" was being whispered into my ear over and over again, I was trying to say "Yes!" I opened my eyes for the first time since standing beside the platform, there were six men and one woman watching us. All were standing within four feet of us, I wanted so much to lie with Claud, give myself to him totally, my body ached for Claud to take me to ecstasy. But then a reality check, I had never been unfaithful to John, since the first day I saw him I had been faithful only to him, I desperately wanted to experience Claud, to experience having sex while being watched by strangers, to feel this wonderful cock now pressing into my thigh, pressing against my cervix. It was too much, too soon, I couldn’t talk myself into it, I would love to be here, being fucked on this platform with Claud and the rest standing around us, watching, but I needed to do it with John not behind his back. "Non!" I said aloud, I ran along the beach, the cold, soft, unyielding surface causing me to trip many time on my way to the familiar safety of the Mammoth’s blue glare. Never looking back once, not even caring that I had left my towel on that platform, there was a fire in my loins that I needed desperately to extinguish, but John would have to put out that fire for me not Claud.

John was asleep when I arrived at the apartment last night, the bed was all set up, pillows plumped but John was sleeping on the sofa, I woke to find John and the girls were siting on the balcony eating cereals for breakfast. I tried to talk to John about the night before but he froze me out, we were going to spend the morning on the beach and the afternoon at Water World, that was the plan at any rate. I could face the beach but not Water World if John was going to be funny with me. I didn’t eat anything, I collected our beach things, one towel missing of course, and we all walked to the beach, taking the shortest path there, down by the Mammoth, I stopped off in the Mammoth to get some bottled water to drink on the beach. The newly wed woman was standing at the cash point as I arrived, she had paid and the cashier had put all of her produce into carrier bags for her by the time I had selected my goods. I stood with four bottles of water in my arms and the woman turned and said "Pity you had to leave so soon last night, Claud was on top form. He as your towel at his apartment, Heliopolis apartment one hundred and twenty fore, he never gets up before twelve noon though!" I looked into my purse and when I looked up, face as red as a London bus, she was gone. John and the girls had found a small space just off the main path. Very crowded and a way from the sea, I suggested walking along to the quieter part of the beach away from the commercial centre. We all found the walking on hot, powder soft, sand very difficult until I suggested walking in the surf. As my hot feet touched the cool breaking water I was transported back to the night before, remembering Claud leading me gently through the surf to ‘his’ platform, now I wished I had let Claud fuck me there on that wooden stage for all those voyeurs to see, it would make the treatment John was giving me this morning worth while. I stopped my marching when I reached the low wooden platform, John and the girls were a little way behind me, I had the three beach towels lain out by the time John, Clare and Amanda caught me up. I placed a bottle of cold water hidden from the sun beneath each one and the other assorted beach trappings in my possession used to hold the towels flat on the ground. I took my bottle of water and moved a few feet from the towels and on to the wooden platform, I lay on my back, feeling the rough, weather beaten surface pressing up against my skin. I was imagining what it would have felt like in the cool dark night, under the half moon, with the pressure of Claud forcing my back deep into the ruts that the wind and rain had cut into the wooden surface. John and the girls were playing beach football together, I could easily, in good conscience, used one of the three remaining towels to protect my back but I didn’t, it was like wearing a hair shirt as punishment for the crime of needing sexual satisfaction. I sunbathed for the best part of an hour before I even realised that there was no life guard manning this station, the seat, so high and empty. There was a red flag flying above the seat, warning potential bathers that the, so calm sea was unsafe, not for it’s own sake but because at this time of the year there was no one to look out for you here on the quiet part of the beach. I looked around. The few people that were here when we arrived seemed to have been driven off, possibly because of the loud antics of my family at play, there was no one within sight or sound of the four of us. I looked along the line of sand dunes, at first glance an impenetrable wall separating the warm Mediterranean Sea from the warmer French land beyond. But I was wrong, there was a breach in the sand bastion, my eye wrenched to that point by a line of four-wheeled drive vehicle tracks entering or leaving through that breach. John and the girls were busying them selves at play, I had now not been spoken too by anyone of them for ninety minutes. I was totally pissed off with the three of them, daddy and his girls ganging up once again on mummy. I wandered off towards the defensive breach, walking through the sand ramparts protecting the land from the sea, my feet cutting an insignificant trail amongst the deep ruts that mans engineering marvels had made before me. I was cross, deeply frustrated, horny as hell, a myriad of emotions going on in my head and body, I had been on a sexual high for two days, I had relieved John the night before, letting my mouth pleasure him and nothing in return. Well wrong again I remembered my touching myself on the newly weds balcony, bringing my orgasm in time with that young woman’s, and last night after John had left me hot on the cool sand and Claud had given me several orgasms with his expert fingers. All that was really missing was the actual sexual act, the penetration of my body with a mans penis, the fulfilment of a newly acquired fantasy. I was through the line of the dunes, there was a rough track running along the back edge of the sand hills, the hills were about twenty feet high at their highest point and stretching almost one hundred feet from the beach. As I passed through I could see that they were made up of a series of hills rising and falling causing hills and hollows as far as the eye could see. And now beyond, there was a massive vineyard, there was no sign that the vines were ever tended, well not in any serious way. The local farmer made his living from not actually growing a crop, not actually crushing the grapes, not actually fermenting the liquor and not actually adding to the European wine lake, a good way to make a living off of the tax payers backs. I could see the ruins of three or four houses scattered among the grapeless vines, ruined homes in amongst ruined vineyards. I walked along the track, it was far easier than walking on the beach even in the surf. I made good time back to the fence surrounding the resort, there was no breach in that fence that I could see and I realised I would have to go back or climb into the dunes to reach the sanctuary of the resort. My attention was drawn to a derelict farm house, nestled into a small copse of trees, there was a lovely little pool of shade there in the trees, there were the marks left by hundreds of pairs of feet cutting down from the dunes and across to that oasis. I followed the tracks of the many into the cool shade, the gentle breeze cooling my sweat-laden body, the feeling was wonderful. I could also feel the effects that the late morning sun had had on my skin, see the redness, the prelude to a tan, a tan with now white marks allowed. I reached the derelict farm house and peeked into an opening that many years before would have had glass, wooden shutters even curtains, but now just an opening in the wall. The room beyond took me by surprise, there were twenty men in the room, all in various stages of sexual contact with each other, there were men sucking other men, masturbating each other, I even saw one man having anal sex while his cock was being sucked by a third. I was both revolted and intrigued at the same time, I didn’t mind watching but I felt totally exposed, standing as I was in plain view from anyone walking down the well-trodden path from the dunes towards the house. I beat a hasty retreat, I followed the footprints up into the dunes, went over several crests until I had reached the final peak, I surveyed the panorama below, there were hundreds of people laid out at my feet, I could see away to the south-east, as the crowds diminished. I could just make out three ant like figures of my family so far from the rest of the people, I went back into the first valley and walked along a little used but well defined path, just below the first summit of the dunes. As I walked along the path climbed and fell from one peak to the next valley, as I reached each zenith I could see there were less and less people to my right and my family came more and more into view. I estimated that I was over half way to the disused lifeguard station when I tripped over a man and woman making love in the valley, in a small pocket that was hidden from all but the person walking the path I was travelling. I don’t know who was more shocked, the man and woman making private love in the hidden space in the dunes, me, or the man I almost tripped over that was watching them from the opposite side of the depression. With each minute I walked I was drawing closer to my family, and with each minute I walked further away from the main body of sun worshipers and the more people I saw making love in the dunes or watching others making love. It just seemed so normal here, people taking pleasure from each other and others taking pleasure from watching others pleasure. I couldn’t see what Johns problem was the previous night, so what if I wanted him to fuck me, so what if I wanted him to do it there in the surf, so what if I wanted others to get pleasure from my pleasure. Then there was about one hundred yards left to cover before I would be at the breach once more, I saw a man watching something, he was looking over the edge of the dunes towards the sea. Well towards the lifeguard station, I could see the red flag directly above his head, he was looking down towards where my husband and daughters were playing. I kept as silent as possible, I was watching the watcher, he had seen something he obviously liked, he had an erection, he was gently rubbing it in his hand. Then I thought he had seen me because he jumped up, he moved low and fast over the next zenith and I followed as quickly as I could without being seen. When I got to the spot where he had been laying, masturbating, I looked over the peak in the direction he had been looking, there was John lying on his back, Clare was lying with her head on his chest but Amanda was nowhere to be seen. I moved slowly, following his footsteps exactly, I looked over the peak the man had just cleared and stopped suddenly. The man was just a few feet the other side of the ridge, had I moved any faster I would have crashed into the back of him. Je was standing with legs wide apart and his hand on his hips, at a slight angle to me. I could see the head of his penis; it was standing at ninety degrees to his body and pointing in the direction of Amanda. Amanda had used her little spade to dig a shallow hole in the sand, in what until now was a secluded hollow on top of the dunes, she was facing the sea and as such now had her back to the man closely watching her perform her toilet. The man studied her performing this simple everyday function as if he were a professor watching his latest experiment, Amanda used a few tissues to clean herself and I saw the mans cock bounce unaided and climb a few more degrees towards the sky. Amanda dropped the last tissue into the hole and then filled in her tiny latrine with her sand-castle spade, and having finished her task she was at the top of the dune in a flash, as she was about to disappear from view the man said "Hi", Amanda stopped and turned her torso so that her feet were in the direction of safety but she could see who was talking to her. "What’s your name?" Amanda’s face hardened, her mouth, usually an upturned half moon of happiness was now a straight furrow across her face. "Have you ever seen daddy like this?" he said touching his cock for the first time since she had been looking at him. Amanda’s breathing was getting heavier and I thought she must be getting frightened and upset by this guys approach, she took a deep breath and said. "Don’t you know how dangerous it is to talk to strange girls that you don’t know?" And with that she was over the edge of the dune and away to her father’s side and safety, the mans erection dropped as if made from lead, but he was laughing, I think he shocked Amanda by talking to her but she shocked him more. I watched him for a while, he lay watching my family laying out in the sun together and slowly masturbated, he was by the side of the patch of freshly dug sand, he eventually climaxed shooting his load all over the freshly turned sand.

"Oh! You’re back then?" Not the response I was hoping for but it was a response, "We’re going to Water World, it closes at eight o’clock so we should be back by nine, I’ll get the girls their supper out in town!" Well that’s one way of being told that I’m not invited to the family trip. John walked off with all three towels and all the girl’s things, leaving me with nothing but a kiss from each of the girls, I lay on the wooden platform again but couldn’t settle, now what was that apartment number in Heliopolis? I walked back toward the main resort and wandered into Heliopolis, I looked along the long line of doors I was in the block that started at one hundred, and at one hundred and twenty four there was a home made sigh simply said "Claude at home all welcome". I knocked the door and Claude answered it, he was nude, I was surprised but shouldn’t have been given where we were and the fact that I was nude too. He led me into his apartment it was spartan and messy at the same time, Claude was going to have to go to work in a few minutes and asked me if I wanted to join him there for a while. He dressed as he worked outside the complex, I pointed out to him that I didn’t have any clothes with me, Claude threw me a long mans shirt and a pair of silk boxer shorts, he also gave me a safety pin to keep the fly closed. I dressed in the things Claude provided and it was almost like a designer look, I had flip-flops on but Claude said that wouldn’t matter as no one would look at my feet, I had buttoned the shirt to the top and Claude opened three buttons, he turned back the cuffs to mid way up my fore arm. I got into Claude’s car and we left the resort, we drove past three people I instantly recognised waiting for the local bus, I didn’t look back, didn’t want Claude to see the glimmer of recognition in my eye. We drove about 10 miles to a small club, it was an artisans drinking club, there was a small dance floor in the middle of the room but no one was dancing. I quickly realised that I was the only woman there, most of the men were staring at me in some sort of expectation. Claude was serving drinks, he offered me one but I refused, I told him I didn’t touch alcohol, Claude was serving the customers with simple things, red wine, Anis some Whisky, we had arrived just as the rush started and so it was a little time before Claude was able to talk to me, when he did it was to tell me that one of his friends had asked if I would dance with him. The music was jolly and had a fast tempo so I agreed. We hadn’t danced a few steps when the music changed to a very slow pace, my French partner pulled me close and forced his thigh between my legs, we dances in a slow hip grinding way until the end of that tune. I was escorted off of the floor and given an orange cocktail by Claude, it was long and cool and refreshing and I drank it quickly through the straw provided, I sat by the bar as a modern pop tune played to an empty dance floor, then I was approached by another young man, he took my hand and pulled me to the floor, the music was once more a slow dance. This time I managed to keep a decent distance between us but there was something in that slow rhythm that made me flush more than in the earlier hip-grinding dance. The room was quite hot, so typical of these small back street dives, as I left the floor I had a tremendous thirst. There was another of the Orange cocktails, as long and as cool as the first, I drank it faster this time, but even though I had just drunk down almost a pint of fruit cocktail I was still thirsty, I asked Claude for a water and received a glass of sparkling water with ice and lemon in it, the lemon in the water overpowering the taste of the orange in the earlier fruit cocktail. Even after that I still felt thirsty and the heat in the club was making my head spin, I was asked to dance by the first man again, I refused but found myself on the floor with him, the tune was fast and frenetic, within seconds I was breathless and panting, I tried to leave but was pulled back. I didn’t notice the tempo change to that of a slow love song but was grateful that the pace had diminished. My escort was pulling me into him again but this time it wasn’t his thigh that was forcing its way between my legs, he was standing very proud, not him but his cock, his trousers were tenting out, pointing directly at my crotch, and he took great pleasure in pressing it there. The music seemed to last for an hour, but it was no more than five minutes, I walked back to the bar and received another orange cocktail, I didn’t even think it strange that I was being given drinks that I hadn’t ordered or even asked for, it’s just because I don’t speak French and they are being hospitable. I was very light headed and thought that I must have been out in the sun too long, that would account for my incredible thirst too, the bar’s patrons started to thin out as men returned to work after their very long lunch break. There were 12 men left in the bar now, all were wanting to dance with me and I was defiantly the centre of attention, the room was basically empty but for the section of the Bar I was sitting in, the walls were fuzzy and out of focus but I noticed the man that had been serving in the bar when we arrived a few hours earlier was putting his coat on and leaving, he closed the door and someone bolted it behind him. I tried to tell the guy that it was too hot to close the door but my mouth was so dry that I had difficulty speaking, I reached for yet another orange cocktail sucked the juice through the straw as hard as I could, trying to quench my thirst. Claude came and took my hand, he led me on to the dance floor, between a circle of chairs that had suddenly appeared around the centre of the dance floor. As the slow rhythm and base of the music filled my body we swayed from side to side and turned in a slow circle, Claude was kissing me, gently at first then deeper, with my eyes closed I was in a world of music and dance. Claude stepped back slightly and opened one of the remaining buttons on my shirt, I opened my eyes, we were still swaying and turning in time with the music, I could feel the heat from Claude’s belly still pressing against mine, over Claude’s shoulder I could see slightly out of focus men sitting on the circle of seats, watching us dance. I felt suddenly cooler as my shirt fell open and Claude eased it from my shoulders, I was now dancing with Claude in just a pair of silk boxers, 26 eyes were eating into my body as I danced, Claude kept stepping away from me and turning me ‘rock and roll’ style but in slow motion. Each time I returned to Claude’s body he pulled me against his hard cock and pressed it deep into my belly, one of the watchers stepped up and took over the dance while Claude returned to the bar, I watched his every step, turning my head quickly to keep him in view as my new partner was turning me in the same slow circle that Claude had done. I watched as he pored a generous amount of clear spirit from a bottle on the bar, then topped it up with fresh orange juice and sparkling water, he dropped a slice of fruit and a paper umbrella into the glass and popped the trademark red straw into the glass, then Claude returned to my side and offered the glass to me, "Drink" he said and I did. I realised of course, having watched Claude poor the drink, that I had become totally drunk, part of me didn’t care and part was horrified but when the dance restarted and Claude was behind while a different man was dancing with me, feeling one hard cock pressing at my stomach and one pressing against my bottom, I was lost in the moment. I watched as a small silk garment passed from one man to another in my own personal audience, it looked so familiar, I must have something like it at home, then I felt a new draft, they had made the silk boxers fall to the ground and I had stepped out of them, the boxers were going the rounds and one man after the other was feeling them, touching the crotch, sniffing them. I could no longer feel Claude at my back and looked around the circle for him, he was undressing and folding his cloths neatly on an empty seat, he came back behind me and I felt his fingers exploring my rear, I was standing swaying a motionless dance in time to indecipherable sounds. My legs were pushed apart, making standing difficult but I couldn’t fall down because I was being held upright by two men, Claude pressed his finger against my ass hole, I was totally unyielding to his finger as I was still a virgin there. A small glass was brought and Claude dipped one finger in it, I was watching over my shoulder as he did it, he returned his advances to my posterior massaging the liquid against the ring of muscle defending my rear entry. Claude dipped his finger into the glass a few times repeating the massage procedure each time, then he pushed hard against the tight muscle, this time I felt myself yield to his finger, he had buried it deep inside of me without resistance, I felt something press against my vagina and looked forward once more, the man standing in front of me had taken his trousers off and was pressing a quite respectable six inch long but very fat cock against my pussy. He was finding it difficult to hit his target as I was bent slightly forward because of Claude’s ministrations at my rear, I felt the finger withdrawing and looked back toward Claude, he was dipping two fingers into the liquid this time and he returned to the massaging again, the man in front of me pushed me more upright and he suddenly found his mark. My head was in a whirl, even if I hadn’t had so much alcohol fed to me without my knowledge it would still be spinning. As the guy in front of me pushed hard and buried his cock into me right up to his balls, Claude took that opportunity to force two fingers into my ass, there was little pain to the intrusion and I felt fuller than I had ever felt in my life. The two fingers were removed almost as quickly as they had invaded me, Claude was now standing to my side, he kissed me a deep and passionate kiss and I felt a cock being pressed against my ass, I looked back to see a stranger positioning himself there, trouser less and rampant. He pushed his long thin cock hard against my back door, the guy in front pushed back, I felt a stabbing pain in my ass and two studs were fucking me simultaneously. The feeling was out of this world, I was deep kissing Claude there were two men fucking me to orgasm after orgasm; it was fantastic even if each orgasm was being dulled slightly by alcohol. A bench, part of the seating from a corner booth was brought onto the dance floor, I was watching the movements in the room, men were stripping, men were masturbating while watching me, and now a bench was there by my side, my attention was suddenly focussed on the man fucking my pussy, his face was bright red and he breathing was staccato, he pushed one final, ball burying push against my stomach and I was flooded by his semen, deep into my womb, and at the same moment the gut pushing himself deep into my ass did the same. I stood there empty for the moment with twin rivers of man seed running down my thighs, flooding out of my sexual mines, I stood alone, men were cheering me and one man who was masturbating by my side let his come fly at my belly, stringing spray after spray of semen across my stomach. I towel appeared from nowhere, I was encouraged to dry myself off, as soon as I did I was pulled, by a guy sitting on the bench, down onto his hard cock, he lay back and someone behind me pushed me over on top of him, still impaled on his cock. I felt another new cock at my ass, this one was bigger than the first but it slipped inside of my ass as if I had been fucked there all of my life. The guy in my pussy was lying perfectly still and the guy in my ass was pumping into me like a steam driven ram, this caused me to move back and forth on the lower mans cock. Once again both men climaxed into me at the same time, the two were quickly replaced by two more, no opportunity to dry the sperm and semen off of me this time, there seemed to be an urgency to the sexual performance now, each man wanted eather my cunt or ass for his pleasure, as soon as all twelve had fulfilled that desire I realised that Claude hadn’t actually fucked me at all, he had prepared me and stripped me for the others but he hadn’t taken me for himself.

Walking toward Claude’s car, dressed in only a mans shirt and silk boxers, semen running from my lower cavities quite literally in two rivers, staggering against Claude as I walked due to the alcohol and the sexual pounding I had received at the artisans hands, I was sore, bruised and battered but I still wanted to feel Claude’s cock buried deep inside my pussy. Claude placed a towel onto the passenger seat of his car and I sat on it, I felt so uncomfortable, the fluid running out as I sat down, it felt like I was peeing constantly. Claude had finished work early, as soon as the last man had emptied his balls into me they opened the club door and the other barman walked in, complaining about having to wait outside, Claude talked him into covering for him so he could take me home. I fell into a light sleep on the journey back to Claude’s apartment, and woke to the familiar sight of the car park between my apartment and Claude’s, he led me to his apartment, it was twilight now and I checked the time in a shop window, just after eight o’clock, John would be leaving Water World by now, if I were any sort of mother I would be waiting in our apartment when they arrived back. Claude ran me a bath, nice and hot with sweet smelling oils and minerals infused into the water, I sank deep into the salving bath. Claude left me there to relax; I fell into a deep, deep, sleep.

Claude woke me, a little before midnight, the water was cold but as the temperature was still high from the hot and humid day it was relatively pleasant, Claude gave me two options, go back to my family right now or go with him to the beach and let all comers have my body, there should have been no contest really, I should have ran back to my family. I walked along the sand to the platform, there was the newlywed woman from my first encounter, she was lying on the platform with her husband watching her being fucked by a passer by. As we stepped into the pool of moonlight around the platform she said, "I see you got your towel back!" I nodded to her, Claude sat me down and started to perform oral sex on me, John has performed similar acts on me but never with the style and grace that Claude performed. The husband of the newlywed woman being fucked by my side knelt in the sand at my feet and performed his own version of oral sex, he was a human dynamo, his cock still didn’t grow, and every now and then he looked toward his wife as she climaxed over and over again with five different men in quick succession. I was being driven out of my mind with the oral attention my flaccid lover was worshiping me with. Claude tapped the guy on his shoulder, I was empty but only momentarily, Claude knelt between my legs, his rock hard cock pointing to me cunney and he just fell forward with all his force, his cock was massive compared to any I had had inside my pussy before and it hit my entrance on the first attempt, Claude was buried up to his balls in my vagina, he started to pump in and out slowly, building his tempo over almost twenty minutes, I started my orgasm at about two minutes and for the next eighteen I was going from one peak to the next. The sweat was poring from our bodies as Claude, now pile driving his large heavy cock into my tunnel had his first climax with me, he fell heavily on top of me, pinning me down and knocking the wind right out of me, I felt his seed flowing deep into my body, the eye of his cock must have been pressing against the opening to my cervix as I could feel my belly distending slightly as his seed was being delivered directly into my womb. Sex would never get any better than this, ever, I looked around the sea of faces watching my progress along my orgasmic pathway, there were eight men standing and watching me, the man fucking new wife and she were both looking as Claude lay spent in my arms. Claude waited about ten minutes before pulling his cock out of me; he repositioned himself by my head and pressed his cock to my lips, I never liked giving head in all my life but I opened my lips to Claude’s massive cock, it was flaccid but still filled my mouth totally, I felt a mouth clamp over my pussy and Mr. Newly wed was drinking Claude’s semen from my loving cup. Claude grew in my mouth and as I started gagging on his size, he pulled out and serviced Mrs. Newlywed, I watched as he fucked her, he was rough and violent in pursuit of his second orgasm of the night, I allowed a stranger I had never seen before to fuck me, he shot a small load of very inferior sperm into me and I was cleaned up once again by Mr. Newlywed. This pattern went on until two am and then there was just Claude and I left to have one final fuck, Claude then walked me back to my apartment, he kissed me tenderly on the doorstep and was gone into the night. I opened the door into my bedroom come living area and found it empty, I quickly checked the girl’s bedroom and John was there in bed with Clare, sleeping.

I got into my now empty double bed, the sheets felt cool against my bruised and battered flesh, I didn’t sleep, my head was pounding, I knew from friends that this was due to an excess of alcohol but this was my first ever experience of it. Dawn broke at six fifteen and I pushed back the sheets to inspect my body, I was bruised all over, I didn’t believe that sex could be so hard on the body but then I had just had two years worth of normal sexual activity in one day. I woke the girls as quietly as I could and by seven o’clock we were eating continental breakfast in a small, poolside bistro. Clare was worried about leaving her father sleeping in her bed but I salved her conscience with promises of an afternoon shopping trip into the main town, the deal included Clare stopping with Amanda all morning at the children’s club. Eight thirty saw me back at the apartment waiting for John to wake up, I sat in the girls bedroom on one of the grimy chairs that usually live on the balcony, I had covered my body in a light sarong, I didn’t want to have to answer any questions about the bruising that was plainly visible. John woke slowly, I watched his every movement, he patted the bed to his side feeling for his sleeping partner from the previous night. He sat too quickly and hit his head on the under side of the upper bunk, he missed seeing me completely, sitting as I was, quietly at the end of the bed. He looked in the top bunk and that was empty too, I saw the look of panic as he called out Clare and Amanda’s names without reply. I cleared my throat and John refocused on the spot where I was sitting, I said, "Don’t panic! I’ve not taken the girls anywhere but the children’s club".

We sat on the balcony, I was determined to be as calm as possible, I challenged John to explain his actions of the day before, and he told me that he was not at fault but that I was to blame for the whole thing. I had tried to trick him into having group sex with me and three men on the beach on the second night of our holiday. I smiled inwardly to myself at just how wide of the mark John was. I explained that if John had looked up from the girls once during this holiday he would see that lots of people here like to have sex in the open and that others like to watch and if the two happen to be in the same place at the same time then everyone is happy. We talked for a long while about my wish to make love with him while others watched, not for them to join in or anything, that it was just a turn on for me thinking that someone might see me being fucked. John didn’t believe me that people would just sit and watch a couple having sex without trying to join in. I took John by the hand and led him down to the beach, he was nude I still had on my sarong, at the edge of the complex I pulled John up the steep slope of the dunes and into the hollow which was just beyond that first peak. It was only eleven o’clock in the morning but I could see there were lots of fresh tracks leading to the derelict farm house the gay men used but I decided not to introduce John to that particular pleasure just yet. As we moved along the sea-saw of peaks that made up the line of dunes we soon came across a man and woman making love, they were very animated and we got plenty of forewarning that they were there from the woman’s verbalisation. I stopped John from walking over that last crest and indicated that he should just look over the edge of the peak. We crouched down and looked over the edge, there in the centre of a hollow was a man and woman, doing as nature intended them to do, and around them sat four men, all about eight feet away, they sat quietly as an audience would at a play. We watched for some minutes and a much younger couple approached from our right, obviously drawn to the noise they could hear from the beach. The were carrying a large picnic blanket and stood at the same distance as the watching men, as the older couple finished their audience clapped quietly, large hand movements but little volume, so as not to draw too much attention to the show. The couples changed places and the younger couple smoothed out the blanket on the floor of the hollow and spent a few minutes getting ready, the man oiled his partner’s body, paying special attention to oiling around her sex. Then they both looked around the group as a concert conductor might his audience and they began to make love, the older couple sat and watched the show just in front of John and I, we could hear their almost whispered comments to each other. "I like the idea of being oiled" She said to her partner, "when they finish you find out what sort of oil we should try". John and I watched the complete performance and at noon the show was over, the two couples walked back toward the beach discussing the finer points of public sex and audience enjoyment, all the way through not one other person made a move on the people making love. The men watchers set out in different directions, one crossed the peak into our hollow, he looked closely at me, dressed as I was in a simple sarong and John in the nude, he moved to a point where he could see all around the immediate area but he could still watch us if we started having sex. I pointed out to John that he was going to sit there just in case we had sex, then there was a whistling sound from further along the dunes, our watcher was over the edge and moving rapidly in the direction of the whistle. I followed him dragging John in my wake, this time we went into the hollow that the coupe was using for sex. I sat on the edge of the slope and John stood above me with his hands on my shoulders, his cock was touching the back of my head, the couple having sex were very young, possibly eighteen, possibly younger. I felt John grow very hard against the back of my head, the young man was very keen to change position as much as possible. It became obvious that he wanted all the men watching to see as much of his beautiful companion as possible and that everyone should see as much of the actual act as possible. The girl was tall with short blond hair cut in a Paige-boy style, her breasts were 32’a’ or 32 ‘b’ at most, she was completely without body hair, I realised that apart from her face and height she looked exactly as Clare did last year. Clare’s body hadn’t changed much in the last year, a little taller and hair had started to grow in her pubic area and a little under her arms, but her body looked remarkably like the girl we were watching now. Again throughout the sexual act the audience watched from a respectable distance, again on the conclusion the audience clapped demonstrably but with little sound but this time John and I were clapping too. The man that had spotted us earlier and had sat patiently waiting to see if we were going to put on a show followed us as we walked back along the dunes toward the resort. John was telling me how incredible it had been watching the three couples fucking and that while watching the last couple he wanted to have sex with me right there and then. John grabbed my arm, he stopped me in my tracks, lets do it right now, here, in front of this guy, I pulled out of his grasp. There were a number of reasons that I didn’t want to fuck in public with John, most of them revolved around the visible bruises all over my lower body, I was still very sore and we had only twenty minutes to get to the children’s club. I used the children’s club as my reason for leaving John frustrated, as we arrived at the Mammoth I suggested that John pick up the girls and I would collect a few things for lunch to save time. John wandered off, his cock now a respectable flaccid appendage, hanging quietly down in front of him, unlike the raging hard shaft of steel he was sporting as we walked back through the dunes. I picked up some food from the Mammoth and stopped of at the Apothecaries to pick up a tube of depilatory cream, I have shaved under my arms for years but have only ever had a bikini wax on my mound before, now I felt like a change. I also picked up a tube of heavy foundation cream, I knew I had to cover up the worst of the bruising and show my body to the sun or John would start asking awkward questions.

Long after lunch had ended, and I had had finished my nap on the beach, topping up my now golden brown tan, I suggested that Clare and I should take this opportunity for a little mum and daughter quality time together and that we would be popping into town for some late afternoon retail therapy. John and Amanda decided that they would go and explore in the rock pools by the mouth of the marina, looking for lost treasure or creatures that no one had ever seen before. Clare and I arrived at the apartment, I took a look under her arms and said you need to do something about that hair if I’m going to buy you a nice summer dress. I produced the depilatory cream and following the instructions spread a film under each of her arms, I gave a wicked chuckle and turned the tube on to my pubic mound. I smeared more than the recommended amount down there and then I passed the applicator to Clare, I nodded toward her pubic mound too, she took the hint and spread a little on her mound too. We had to wait for fifteen minutes for the cream to take affect and we both had a quick shower to remove the cream and with it the hair below. The shower was a total mess but I told Clare we would clean that up in the morning and with that we left the apartment. I drove our car into town to save waiting for the bus, and as I struggled to find a parking space I recognised Claude’s car parked in the courtyard of the seedy little club where I had spent the previous afternoon. I pulled alongside Claude’s car and told Clare to wait by the car while I asked for permission to park, I entered with a lot of trepidation, there were a few faces that I recognised in the bar form the day before, I had after all gotten quite a good look at around 6 of them as they fucked me. Claude smiled and welcomed me with a kiss, his smile broadened when he looked over my shoulder and saw my daughter standing behind me, he asked me why I had brought my young and innocent daughter to a place like this. I explained that we were going to spend a girls afternoon shopping and pampering ourselves, Claude’s smile almost stretched from one ear to the other, he said that I could of course use his facilities any time I wanted, he also pointed me in the direction of an ‘off centre’, exclusive shop that had fashions direct from Paris and Milan. I was told that the shop was Claude’s sister in law’s business and I would have to mention his name when I buzzed for admission and that I would get an extra special discount on anything I wanted to buy.

From the outside, in a narrow back lane, four hundred yards from the most minor of the shopping streets, I thought I was ringing the bell of a rather small and dingy apartment. The loud speaker by the side of the door crackled into life, something French and spoken extremely fast came out, I said my standard "Non parley Frances", from the tone of the voice it was obvious that the English weren’t welcome to shop here, I stammered "Claude told me to come" and the loud clunk of the electronic door bolt retracting echoed around the street. I pushed the heavy wooden door open and was shocked to find that inside there were six or seven properties joined together, on the outside there were shuttered windows and locked doors but on the inside the wall was solid and showed no signs of the external buildings. There were yards and yards of racking with the most delicate, most beautiful, most colourful dresses and skirts I had seen in my life, I looked at the labels, each belonged to a famous fashion house from a major fashion centre in Europe. The price tags were almost as fabulously large as the clothes were fabulous to look at, I could never afford any of the prices here but decided that Clare and I should try on as many of the things that we liked just to treat to ourselves. A slim, very beautiful woman came to assist us, she introduced herself as Claude’s sister, Clare and I had chosen a dress each to try on and Monique escorted us to the changing rooms, I had chosen a lose silk dress that was very bright and made a definite statement, Clare had chosen a simple sheath dress in black Lycra. Monique was most complimentary about Clare’s choice but chose not to even mention my selection. The changing room was a large communal type not like the tiny boxes we have in England, Clare undressed down to her nylon panties and polyester vest, Monique tutted disapprovingly, made some comment in broken ‘Frenglish’ about dressing the prime stake with HP sauce, I do wish I could speak French. Clare pulled the dress on and she looked like a bag of potatoes tied in the middle with string, Clare’s face was a picture of disappointment as she turned, first one way then the other in front of the mirror, Monique motioned for Clare to remove the dress but to wait there, Monique returned in moments, she had a selection of French cut panties, silk and lace, there were lots of different sizes and styles but all were very adult and all very ‘French sheik’. Clare stripped in an instant to Monique’s definite approval, there was some comment about prime beef, Clare chose a thong in white satin with Bruges lace trim, to Monique that was a ‘formidable’ choice, Clare had nothing of consequence to fit into a bra and as such Monique had brought only camisole type tops, Clare found one that matched the thong perfectly, I ran my fingers through the material the top was made of, it felt like fine spiders web almost nothing there at all. "Mademoiselle is dressed to perfection, it would be a shame to cover such beauty with a dress" was Monique’s comment at the site of Clare dressed in such provocative under clothes. Clare turned in front of the mirror, I cleared my throat and told Clare that she had forgotten the dress, as Clare pulled the dress on this time, it fell into place, she didn’t have to tug it down as she did over her own under things. The dress hugged to her small body and looked absolutely stunning on her, until you came to the shoes, fabulous ensemble with Nike trainers, Monique to the rescue once more, a pair of dancing slippers with a four inch heal finished off the outfit to perfection. I dressed in my choice and had to admit that I looked totally out of place in the dress, Monique was fussing around Clare like a mother hen, it was definitely a miracle, the clothes were conceived with her in mind. I put my own clothes back on and decided to tot up what Clare had chosen, I guessed that with the conversion it came to over four hundred pounds, far too much to spend on one outfit for a girl of fourteen who was still growing. I was about to thank Monique for her time and ask for the crow bar it would need to rid Clare of her new second skin when Monique told me that she would add it to Claude’s account. I knew it would be a fruitless, waste of time trying to get Clare out of that outfit so I pushed her old clothes into a carrier bag and made for the door, Monique called me back as I waited for the electronic bolt to be drawn back, I thought here it comes, Claude has refused to pay for the dress but no, there was another carrier bag in Monique’s hand, I looked in and there were three sets of panties and matching camisole tops in the bag, I thanked Monique and she kissed me on each cheek, she turned to Clare and kissed her on each cheek too then a peck on the lips, Monique whispered in her ear "you are special my child, never sell yourself short in anything you do". Clare was a little embarrassed; her grand mother and I are the only women she has ever kissed on the lips before. I held back a little way as Clare walked down the street, she looked twenty years old not fourteen, there was a swish to her step that was encouraged by the high heals. As we turned on to the main shopping street men on both sides of the road stopped and watched open mouthed as Clare walked past, a few even changed direction so that they could walk in her shadow, watching her every footfall. Clare loved the power she was exercising over the men that she passed, eventually we reached the club and our car, I had to go in and tell Claude that his sister in law had put Clare’s dress on his account and I thought he would hit the roof so once more I told Clare to wait by the car, once more she ignored me. Claude was busy cleaning down the bar as the place was almost empty by this time, he looked up and saw Clare; he gave a low whistle and said "Worth every centime". I was about to explain that somehow I would repay him when he told me that he had told Monique "to take the sows’ ear and make it to the silk purse" at his treat, he had meant me but now that he had seen Clare dressed as she was he was happy that he had had a hand in the transformation. Claude offered Clare an orange cocktail but I refused on her behalf, Claude kissed me on both cheeks and then he turned his attention to Clare, he spoke in French to her and, although Clare understood even less French that me I could see she melted under his huge charm, he kissed her in the same way that he had kissed me the day before, his hand touched the small of her back and slid down to her bottom, and he gave her a little pat there and a squeeze. Clare had fallen for Claude’s charm as I guess every woman would, I had quite the job to get Clare out of the bar and into my car, she looked back the whole time until I was well out of town, she was expecting to see his car chasing after us, chasing after her.

At the resort, I stripped off in the car park but Clare wanted to surprise her father with her new outfit. I was a little way behind Clare when she bounded on to the balcony; John was sitting talking to a man while Amanda sat on the floor drawing a picture, I had an awful feeling that I knew him from somewhere, was he one of the many men that had taken me in the bar or on the beach the previous day. The stranger said, "Hi, there you are, I knew John had three beautiful daughters", I now knew where I had seen him before, the voice was the thing I recognised and it was from the previous day, he was the man that had asked Amanda her name after she had used the top of the dunes as a toilet. Amanda told Clare and I that this was Paul a new friend of daddies and hers. I took John into the apartment and asked if he had left Amanda alone with Paul at any time during the afternoon, he hadn’t. I told John that I didn’t like the look of Paul but John said “He’s alright, Amanda went and talked to him on the beach, he was just reading a book and Amanda insisted that I meet him because he is so funny!” “So Amanda went and just started to talk to him?” I asked John, “Yes, I think she really likes him too, he has had her laughing all afternoon, in England he’s a part time children’s entertainer, he even offered to do Amanda’s next birthday party at a discount!” He replied. Paul and John were drinking beer on the balcony, they were putting the world to rights, well talking about it anyway. This was the first serious drink John had had so far this holiday, John likes a drink now and again but he usually overdoes it and ends up falling into a drunken stupor. I watched the whole thing from inside the apartment, I noticed that John had two cans to every one that Paul had. I also noticed that Paul was repeatedly pouring some of each of his cans into the drain, so it was no surprise to me that as John slid into a drunken oblivion, Paul still looked fresh and sober. It was only nine o’clock in the evening when John finally passed out and Paul asked me if I needed any help in getting John into bed. We carried John between us and Paul said, “Just one of the many advantages of a naturist resort, when someone passes out you don’t have to undress them!” The bed was still in it daytime position two thirds under the kitchen-et and covered in it protective bag. Paul dropped John on to the sofa, pushed a pillow under his head and dropped a blanket over him. Then Paul looked at me and said that as Clare and I were all dressed up we should go out to a club or bar, I told him that the girls wouldn’t get into any of the clubs on the resort because of their age. Paul said there was a nice family club about halfway between the resort and the local town. I decided that we would go but that I would watch the girls like a hawk. Paul had a soft duffel bag with him and he produced a crumpled tee shirt and jogging trousers from it. Amanda dressed quickly and was complaining that she didn’t have anything as nice as Clare was wearing. I insisted on driving and going in my car, I used the excuse that I had already seen Paul drink six cans of beer, but really I needed to feel in control. We drove for about fifteen miles, I pointed out that the town was less that five miles away and Paul just laughed and said, “This club is the best in the area, you’ll agree that it is worth the drive when you see it!” The club was high in the hills, there was a long drive from the road to the club, with a security guard at the gate by the road.

The reception was light and airy, we could have been at a high-class English country club, I had never seen anything quite like this in France outside of the Paris society establishment. Paul was obviously well known here, the guard on the gate wanted to see my papers until he spotted Paul in the front passenger seat and he simply waved us through, the receptionist also knew him by sight. Paul asked for my full name and address for the guest book, and then was distracted by Amanda and Clare walking through the open door into the club area beyond reception. Paul rushed to stop them going through and I took the opportunity to use my mothers address with my real name, the receptionist told me I had to put the girls names down too. There was also space beside each of our names for our e-mail address too but I put N/A in all three spaces. The receptionist passed Paul three fluorescent orange bands that he pinned onto mine and Amanda’s left sleeve but as Clare’s black sheath dress had only shoestring straps, Paul made the band into a bracelet and pinned it loosely around her wrist. Inside the main club area was a large stage at the opposite end of the room to the double entry doors from reception, in front of the stage was a well-lit area with fifteen tables each with four chairs. On the left of the room there was also a dance floor, this was screened by a wall of triple glazes units similar to those that they build conservatories out of. The dance floor was unlit apart from the background light emanating from the stage area, and there were curtains on the inside of the glass partition which would have given the dancers total privacy. On the right of the main room there were eight small seating areas set out as cubicles the French call ‘Chambre Sepere’, literally separate rooms. In each of these chambers there was a large table with a long plush bench seat along each side, the booths were separated from each other by a six foot high wooden panel with a two foot long purple velvet curtain suspended by gold pole above. The whole thing was partitioned off from the main room by eight-foot long purple velvet curtains on gold poles with gold tasselled tieback to show an unoccupied booth. There were three unoccupied booths and the rest had their curtains closed.

The first act was about to start, I looked around the room, a few women dotted about here and there. There were three other women around my age with the fluorescent band pinned on their left arm and five children ranging in age from eight to sixteen with the same. The rest of the audience was men from mid twenty’s to late fifty’s or even older, there were lots of children there too, all ages from toddlers to mid teens. The dance floor had quite a few teenagers dancing together but also a few of the older men dancing with young girls, I looked across at Paul as the lights faded and estimated that he would be around thirty years old. In the near darkness I noticed a few more people move to the dance floor, the music there was turned down slightly and in the main room was hardly discernible other than a low rhythmic buzzing. The stage lit to reveal a young girl of around thirteen, she sang to piano accompaniment, she wasn’t a brilliant singer, I even thought that Clare would knock spots off of her in a straight singing contest. The girl was dressed in white tee shirt and white mini skirt, she had no bra on but wasn’t so big breasted that it looked out of place. As she finished her song the room erupted with cheering, clapping and whistling, I thought that they must have mistook her for Madonna or Brittany. The girl left the stage, she was walking ten feet tall, as she passed me I noticed the man escorting her off stage was pinning an orange fluorescent band to her left sleeve and he delivered her to one of the three other women in the room with fluorescent markings. The lights dimmed once more and when they next illuminated Paul was standing centre stage, he had a bow tie around his neck even though he still had on the tee shirt he had arrived in, he also had a on a multi-coloured tail coat and bright red top hat. He told a humorous story and as he was telling the story he was performing simple, schoolboy magic tricks. The tricks weren’t in them selves impressive but Paul performed them with style and panache, keeping up the totally unconnected funny story at the same time. He finished the story and took a very low bow to the audience, clapped politely but Paul wasn’t finished, he called for Amanda to join him on stage, as she walked up the steps the room went over the top with applauds. Amanda went bright red in her face and Paul quickly whipped off his top hat and placed it on her head, “What do you think Ladies and Gentle men, perfect colour co-ordination and in one so young too!” I realised the colour on her face was being aided by a red filtered spotlight on a narrow aperture, pointed into her face. “now we have never met before have we Amanda?” “Yes!” “The poor girl is confused, I’m sure that I have never met you, your sister Clare or Rose your mother before!” “You have met us all this afternoon”. This little scene got great appreciation from the audience and Paul continued to ask Amanda things like her age what country she lived in, what was the largest town near her and so on, during his interviewing of her he was pulling coins from her ear, nose, chin, arm, all over in fact. Then Amanda helped Paul with a few card tricks and with each success the audience cheered and applauded Amanda, when it was time for her to leave the stage, everyone in the audience knew all about her. Amanda didn’t want to leave the stage, the audience were playing to her vanity and she was elated when she sat back down at our table. The lights went down and this time came back up almost instantly, Paul was sitting by our side and Amanda had the red topper back on her head much to the audience’s delight, an interval was announced and the dance floor emptied once again, with the dancers returning to the tables in the main room. A young man in his late teens or early twenties asked Clare if she would like to dance and she followed him to the dance floor, the music was relatively slow and the two of them danced closely together. I was watching them dancing very closely, I noticed that all of the older visitors like Clare were on the dance floor with nice looking boys of a similar age to them. The younger guests were being rounded up and taken on stage where a few games had been set up, the only people left in the main room with fluorescent flashes on their left sleeves were the four mums. Paul asked me if I would like to take a walk in the grounds with him but I declined, I looked around and saw the other mothers were actually leaving the room with an escort each. It was difficult keeping an eye on Amanda and Clare at the same time but I knew that I would have no chance of looking after the girls if I went outside with Paul. Clare and her dance partner were being swallowed into the main body of the dancers, going further away from the glass wall and my sight. On the stage they were now playing teen disco music and all the girls were dancing, there was a line of older men watching with close attention as the younger girls danced with each other on stage. The organiser suggested the girls might like to pick a partner from the audience and dance with them, I realised how ludicrous it was as there were only men old enough to be the children’s fathers or grandfathers. Amanda chose Paul, he was the youngest man by far left in the audience and it looked so silly these little tots dancing with very old men. After one tune the girls were asked to select a different partner that no one had danced with so far. And in this way over the course of three or four records all the men in the audience had had a dance with one of the young girls. Clare came back to our table with a different young man than she had left with, I asked her if she had had a good time and she was literally in seventh heaven. I looked at her face, it was glowing, she was radiant and looked so happy. I noticed the other mothers were also returning to the room and the children on the stage were finishing their activities. An announcement was made that as it was midnight all members who had brought a guest would now have to escort their guests out, as the club was members only after midnight. Paul asked if we would like to stay a little longer and the girls were begging me and pleading with me to stay, I looked around once again and the other mothers were all removing the orange patch from their and their children’s left sleeves. I decided that we should make for our apartment, the girls were terribly disappointed but when I told them we had to check up on their father they stopped protesting. As we walked to the door three young men came over to say good night to Clare, each kissed her on both cheeks and said they would miss her very much, in perfect English with a very sexy French accent. I told Paul that we would be ok on our own if he would like top stay and enjoy the entertainment and so that’s what he did. He kissed Clare with a quick peck on her lips. his kiss for Amanda lasted a little longer and he whispered to her that he would think about her tonight. I was relieved to be driving from that club with just the two girls and I. The drive back to the resort passed in silence and we found John still sleeping on the sofa where we had left him.

It was almost one o’clock in the morning, Amanda was asleep, I was drinking a glass of iced tea and Clare had a small white wine. I asked her about the boys that had kissed her as we left and she said that they wanted her to be their girlfriend, I laughed “All three?” She told me that they had taken it in turns dancing with her and had told her that if we could stay on after midnight she would be able to chose the one she wanted to be with in private as their girlfriend for the rest of the night. I asked her if they wanted to have sex with her and she said “Oh mum! Didn’t a boy fancy you when you were my age, it’s just the same there but there more open about it!” I couldn’t really argue with that comment so we both went to bed, I left John sleeping on the sofa. Amanda and John went to the Mammoth to fetch fresh croissants while I made a pot of coffee. I took the opportunity to ask Clare if she was a virgin, she told me I shouldn’t feel that I had a right to ask her a question like that and that she didn’t feel that she had any obligation to answer one like it. I took that as a no!

As we walked toward the beach for our morning sun worshipping session, John asked me if there was anything different about Clare. I was totally stunned and I stopped John in his tracks, I asked John if there was anything different about me, he looked at me for a few seconds and asked if I had done my hair differently. I shook my head and I looked down my front, his eyes followed mine down and then his face brightened up, “Clare has shaved her self” John said. “Yes Clare has” I agreed, no mention of the fact that I had done the same. I realised that even though I had had more sex in the last few days than in a normal year I hadn’t actually had any sexual contact with John at all. Thinking about it we hadn’t actually performed together in the month before we left on this holiday, I spent the morning sunbathing and thinking about what I wanted in my future.

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