Chapter 4

Wednesday August 5 When I woke up, I was laid on my left side with my arm over Vicky, and my hand holding her right breast. Vicky was laid on her left side, half on Jon, her right leg was over his, and touching his cock, and her right arm was over his chest. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back, Vicky was just waking up, and when she saw Jon she jumped up. She saw me, naked, and said, "where am I?" "Relax" I said, "you're safe, nothing happened."

"But you haven't got any clothes on, and neither have I, or him" she said looking down at herself and Jon, who was now starting to wake up. Jon reached out and grabbed a bottle of water, and said, "here, drink that, you'll need it." He then got up and walked into the bathroom. Vicky's eyes followed him, then turned to me and said, "God, my head hurts. Where am I, how did I get here, and where's my clothes?" I told her the full story, and she was blushing as I told her about the table dancing. She asked about her clothes, and I told her about leaving her underwear in the bar, and just as I was telling her about her throwing-up all over it, Jon brought it back in, holding it up, and said, "I don't think you will want to wear this until you've had it cleaned. "How am I going to get back to my hotel?" Vicky said. Jon told her that we don't bother with clothes unless we have to, and not to feel embarrassed, because we don't. He then said that he was going for some breakfast, put a T-shirt on, and left.

"He hasn't got anything on under that T-shirt," she said. I told her not to worry and that she wouldn't have any underwear on when she left, because she couldn't borrow any because I don't possess any. "Wow" she said. We had a long chat, and I told her all about Jon and me, and she told me about her being on holiday on her own, it being a last minute booking because she wanted to get over just splitting with her boyfriend. Apart from men trying to chat her up, we were the first people who she had talked to. She had arrived the previous Saturday for one week, and was going back to Nottingham on the same flight as us. When Jon got back, we told him the full story, and he said that she could stick with us for the rest of the week if she liked. Vicky said that she would think about it, and she thanked us for looking after her, and not taking advantage of her. She finally got out of bed, and asked if she could have a shower. When she came out, we were on the balcony talking.

She stuck her head out, and asked if we had anything she could wear. "We'll sort that out later," Jon said. "Come and tell us what you would like to do today". She had a quick look round and then came out and sat on a chair. She was slightly taller than me, slightly slimmer, and had slightly larger breasts, but her nipples were a lot smaller, so I wasn't jealous. I noticed that little trimmed triangle of dark brown hair, but couldn't see anything peeking out of the bottom of it. As we were talking, the 2 young girls came out onto their balcony and said, "Hi" as they looked at Vicky. Jon and me both said, "Hi" back, and carried on talking. Vicky was having a half-hearted attempt to cover herself, but soon gave up. Especially when Jon said, "No one cares round here." When next doors doorbell went and Rebecca let the 2 boys in, Vicky again tried to cover up. It didn't help when the 2 boys started staring at us.

"Aren't you bothered about them?" Vicky said, pointing to the 2 boys. "Not at all, in fact I get a bit of a thrill teasing them," I said. With that I stood up, and walked over to the railings between the 2 balconies, and asked the boys what their names were. The 2 girls giggled and Rebecca said, "what's the matter Mark - embarrassed?" With that, the girls said, "bye" and dragged the boys out. We all laughed, including Vicky, who was starting to relax. Jon told us that we were going to get some breakfast, then going to a Hippie Market at a place called Es Cana, near a resort called Santa Eulalia. Vicky said that she should really go back to her hotel. Jon said that she would have to borrow a dress anyway, so why not go straight there. "What about underwear?" she asked. I looked at Jon then told her that we wouldn't be wearing any. He told her that she had 2 alternatives, firstly, she could have some painted on with body paint, or secondly, she could just go for it. After a few seconds thought she said, "forget the paint, it will probably be too messy, I'll just go for it" and we went to look for a dress for her. She chose the cheesecloth one, and Jon told me to wear the denim dungarees. As we walked out of the hotel, Vicky said that it was a bit draughty, and I said, "Nice feeling isn't it."

In the cafe, Vicky told me that she could see my pussy, and she was a little surprised when I said that I wasn't allowed to cross my legs. Over breakfast, Jon and me told Vicky about the 'arrangement' that we had, and I told her that I was really happy with it, that Jon was the best think that had happened to me. I even told her about the spankings. I got my Ben Wa balls out of my purse, and put them on the table. She had no idea what they were, and when I told her what they were, she said that she "must get some of those, sounds as if they're better than a man." I told her that I didn't agree with that bit, but they certainly had their uses. I had an idea, and asked her if she would like to try them, and that she shouldn't worry about them falling out, as you soon learn to control that. With that, Jon told her to take them, and put them in, in the car on the way.

As we were getting up to leave, I turned a little abruptly, and my left breast came out. When Vicky pointed it out to me, I said that I could only adjust my clothes if Jon said so. "What about me?" When I told her that it was only me who couldn't, she stood in front of me and pushed it back in. The flesh contact made my nipple stand up, but under the thick denim, no one could see. As we drove off, Vicky asked me if there was any special way to put them in, When I said no, she opened her legs (she was in the back), and I watched her push first one, then the other in. She said that nothing was happening, to which Jon said, "It will!" When we got to the ring road round Ibiza town, I suddenly remembered that we weren't naked. When I mentioned it to Jon, he told me that as we had a guest, it didn't matter this time, but we would when we came back.

The Market was really crowded, and very hot. As we were walking in, Vicky had said that she was liking the feeling of no knickers, but that she was a little worried about the length of my cheesecloth dress that she was wearing, she just hoped that it didn't get windy. It wasn't long before Vicky told us that the balls were starting to work, and that she was starting to get turned on. Jon said, "give it another 5 minutes, and your pussy will be dripping, and then you'll have trouble walking." Ten minutes later, she begged us to find a toilet so that she could take them out. Jon said that we would be lucky to find a toilet, and that we should look for somewhere quiet to 'perform the operation'. Eventually, we managed to find a quiet corner round the back of a building, and Vicky squatted down, and squeezed them out into her hand. She gave them back to me, and I decided to wear them for a while. I popped them in, and we continued looking round.

After about an hour looking and buying nothing, Jon told us that we were leaving. Instead of going to the car, we first went to a small supermarket down the road and bought some cans of coke. While we were queued as the checkout, another woman joined the queue. The interesting thing about her was that she was only wearing 3 rectangles of material, hanging together with string. I guess that she was one of the Hippies. By this time, Ben was doing what he was designed to do, and I needed somewhere to either stop the stimulation, or get the real thing. Jon just gave one of his smiles, and said that I would have to wait another 5 minutes. From there we walked to a little beach that was round the back of the market. After finishing the coke, and me removing Ben, Jon said that we were going for a swim to cool down. He stripped off, and went in. As I was taking my dress off, I noticed that Vicky wasn't moving. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that she didn't have a swimming costume, and that she had never swum nude before. I told her that it was great, and that as there was no one else near us, then why not give it a try.

She said okay, and took the dress off before running down to the water. I couldn't help noticing that her breasts bounced a lot more than mine did as she ran. In the water, we splashed about and generally messed about. We kept 'ganging up' on either Vicky or me, and we were picked up and thrown back into the water. Jon started grabbing breasts and bums, and it was good to see that Vicky wasn't getting prudish about it. She was giving as good as she got, and started grabbing both me then Jon. Jon took it for while, then grabbed her round her waist and pulled her bum out of the water and gave it a couple of slaps. She just said, "Ouch" and carried on. When we got out, we all lay on the sand with Jon in the middle. Vicky lay on her stomach to start off with, but soon turned over, which left her with sand all down her front, and mixed in with her short pubic hair.

We had to go back into the sea to wash the sand off before we left, and to start off with, Vicky had trouble with the cheesecloth dress sticking to her. As we walked back to the car, one on either side of Jon, he put his arms round us and pulled us to him. That felt good, and I wasn't at all jealous of Vicky. After we drove out of the car park, and about a mile down the road, Jon stopped, and we all took our clothes off. Vicky said that she was a bit nervous, and excited about being nude with all the other cars about. As a joke, I said, "wait until we pass a bus, or get stuck in traffic in a built-up area." It was an uneventful journey back and just as we were getting into Playa d'en Bossa, Vicky said that she had really enjoyed her day with us, and she asked Jon if he would mind if we had her company for the rest of the holiday. Jon said, "Not at all, the only condition is that you pack your bags, and move in with us." Vicky thought about it for a minute, and then said, "Well, you didn't take advantage of me last night, and I've enjoyed myself today, so yes, I would like that." We stopped outside Vicky's hotel and put our clothes on, then went to Vicky's room and helped her pack her case. It was a really small room, with no balcony. Jon said that it was just typical of package holiday companies charging single travellers extra for grotty little rooms. Back in our room, Vicky said that the sofa would do just fine for her, but Jon said that she could sleep in our bed, he would take the middle, with us on either side of him. She said that she wasn't sure, and Jon then said that we would sort it out later. Jon and me had stripped off when we got into our room, but Vicky kept my cheesecloth dress on until she had a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she was naked, and when I mentioned it she just said, "when in Rome." Jon told us that we were going into Ibiza town that night, and asked Vicky if she had been there late at night. She said, "no," and John said that she might get a bit of a surprise. I had to wear my lacy net dress, and Vicky wore a cotton button front dress. I was pleased to see that she didn't bother with underwear. Jon put a shirt and Chinos on, then gave me my collar to wear. We walked into the hotel bar, either side of Jon; both of us with an arm round him. One of the barmen passed some comment to Jon about now having 2 beautiful girls, and then John asked him how much he would give him for one of them. That seemed to confuse the poor man, and he went to get us our drinks. After a couple of drinks, we went for a walk looking for a restaurant, and found a Chinese one. It took us ages to get through the meal, and it was dark when we finally left and drove to Ibiza town.

Walking around, Vicky kept saying, "look at him," or "look at her," or "look at that" when she wasn't sure what 'that' was. I didn't know what 'that' was half the time either. A couple of times she said, "I can see her tits," or she hasn't got any knickers on." I was tempted to say 'you and me haven't either, and you can see my pussy if you look' but I didn't. We went into one of the cheaper boutiques and decided to try some dresses on. They had 2 little changing cubicles opposite each other, with curtains, and when we were in there, Jon came and opened first the curtain on mine, then Vicky's. Vicky grabbed a dress and held it against her, but when she saw me naked and only Jon there, she relaxed. She had chosen a tight fitting dress that had a zip down the front, and she was having trouble fastening it. I had just taken off the first dress that I had tried on, when Jon told me to go and help Vicky. Still wearing only my collar, I walked across the room, not thinking about who could see me. It was only when I heard a man say "Nice ass" that I looked round, and say a young couple looking at me. I ignored them and continued to Vicky. She really had picked a dress too small, and neither of us could get the zip to fasten. By the time we gave up, all 3 of us were laughing. The shop assistant was just watching and ignoring us. We took the dress off, and Jon told me to go and get a size bigger, but I didn't know where Vicky had got it from so Jon told me to go and ask the shop girl. She smiled a little as I walked up to her, and asked her for a size bigger. She just said, "follow me" and went to the front of the shop. There I was, naked, just inside the glass door. I was getting a bit of attention from people passing by, and I'm sure the girl was taking her time getting the dress. When I got back to Vicky, she asked me if I was embarrassed being naked like that. I just said, "try it," and helped her on with the dress.

Vicky was learning, because when we got the dress on, she said that she didn't like it, took it off, and walked to the same rack at the front, and slowly selected another one. The assistant acted as if it happened all the time (maybe it did). Vicky walked back wiggling her ass as a couple of young men outside watched her every move. Jon decided that we had had enough fun, and told us to get dressed. Just to add to the fun, I grabbed Vicky's dress, started putting it on, and told Vicky that she would have to put mine on. This made Jon smile, and I guess he was thinking about what Vicky would look like in it, being a couple if inches taller than me. He was right, it only just covered her pussy, and her bush was clearly visible though the material, more so than me, because my lack of hair made it not as obvious. Jon would only let me fasten Vicky dress down to just above my pussy, and up to just below my breasts. We left, thanking the assistant for her time.

Poor Vicky was having a bit of a struggle keeping my dress below her pussy, and she kept holding her hands in front of it. Jon was laughing more and more as we went into a bar. We got some drinks and found a table. As soon as we sat down, Jon got the lead out, and attached it to my collar. Jon decided that we would have another drink in there, and told Vicky that it was her round, and she went to the bar. By the time she got back to the table, my dress was above her pussy, and as soon as she put the drinks down she pulled the hem down. Jon asked her who had seen anything, and when she had looked around, she said, "no one" Jon then asked her why she had bothered. That night I discovered that Vicky couldn't take much alcohol, as she giggled and then pulled the dress up to her waist and sat down.

I went for the next round, with the lead hanging down the front. I guess that with all the unusual sights in Ibiza, a girl with a collar and lead was nothing special and everyone acted as if it was an every day sight. Maybe it was. We finished our drinks and as we stood up to leave, Jon told me to pull Vicky's hem down. As I did, I deliberately touched her pussy, and it was all wet. We walked back to the car, with Vicky giggling, and letting my dress ride up so that her butt and pubes were showing. No one took any notice of me being 'pulled' along by the lead. Jon opened the driver's door, lifted the front seat up and told Vicky to get in. As she did, she wiggled her ass at Jon, so he grabbed at her pussy, and when he pulled his hand out, I could see her juices all over it. We stopped at a quiet cafe on the way back, and had a coffee, I think that that was for Vicky's benefit.

Back in our room, Vicky was the first to strip off, and go out onto the balcony. The 2 older girls next door were out on their balcony, and said, "Hi" to us as we all went out, and sat drinking water from a bottle that Jon had brought out. Jon asked the girls where they had been. They said that they had been to a disco called 'Kiss' but it hadn't been very good, so they had left. Jon went in to go to the bathroom and Vicky and me leaned on the front railing looking at the few people walking back to their rooms, and talking to the girls next door. After a while, they went in, and Jon came out. I hadn't heard him come out and he came up behind me and leaned on me. He had an erection, and it went straight into me. I said, "that's nice," and started wiggling my backside. Vicky didn't take long to twig what was happening, and said, "I could do with a piece of that." Jon didn't need a second invite. He pulled out of me and went to behind Vicky, grabbed her hips, and slipped into her. I guess that she was as wet as I was because there was no flinch, just a smile and a sigh. I said to her "I thought that you were off men at the moment?"

"Only the ones that I don't trust, and I reckon that I know enough about you two by now." As they were going at it, I could see her breasts swinging back and forward. So could the girl from next door who had come out to have another look over the balcony. I caught her eye as she was looking at Jon and Vicky, and I said, "don't they look happy?"

"Err, yes, I suppose they do" was the reply before she went in. As I continued to watch, I looked over at the girl's door, and could see 2 sets of eyes looking at us.

It looked and sounded as if Vicky came, and I certainly recognised Jon's body language. We went in, and lay on the bed, Jon in the middle, and us two on either side. "What about me Master?" I said. "Right then" he said, "you had better clean us both up, and you know how, me first." I got onto my knees and started licking his balls then cock. By the time I had licked all their juices off, he was getting hard again, and I started giving him a blow job, but he stopped me, and told me to start on Vicky, who was watching us, fascinated. I climbed off the bed and went round to Vicky's side and knelt on the bed with my knees up by her shoulders, and started licking her stomach. As I moved down to her pubes, her legs opened for my forehead to get in between. I found her clit then her hole, and stuck my tongue in. When I came up for air I could see her hand wanking Jon. It wasn't long before her other hand was 'caressing' my pussy. She was good with her hand, and it wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm building, but she stopped, and when I turned and looked at her, she grabbed my knee and lifted it over her. I wasn't going to object, and in a couple of seconds we were in the classic '69' position. She was biting my clit and hurting me, but I guess that she had worked out that I would enjoy it. It wasn't long before I shuddered and went rigid. I think that that bit just pushed her over the edge as well, and she shuddered as well. When things had calmed down, I realised that I had one of Vicky's pubic hairs somewhere in my mouth, and it took ages before I finally managed to get it out. As I was doing so, I was thinking that it had been a long time since that had happened.

We went to sleep, on of either side of Jon, both with an arm and a leg over him.

Thursday August 6 I woke up with the bed bouncing up and down. Vicky was kneeling on either side of Jon's hips and having a good ride. I reached up and started squeezing the one nipple of Vicky's that Jon wasn't. When she realised that it was me, she looked at me and smiled. I said, "good morning" and went to the bathroom for a pee and clean my teeth. When I got back, they were both collapsed beside each other. "My turn?" I asked, but Jon said not, it would be my turn later. "But Master, Vicky's getting more fun than I am." I made the mistake of saying. I regretted it straight away, and the look on Jon's face was a little frightening. "Assume the position" he said. "Getting a bit too cheeky lately young slave," he said. "I think it's time for you to be reminded who's in charge here." He went and got a leather belt from one of his pairs of trousers and dangled it in front of my face. Vicky was just staring at me.

"Right" he said, "out on the balcony, and over that table, Vicky, will you hold her arms down please?" We went out and I got over the table, and opened my legs before he told me to. After a couple of adjustments in my position, he started, and I started counting. After about 3, Jon was getting his aim better (or should that be worse), and he was managing to get just one cheek, and the end of the belt was wrapping round my cheek, and hitting my pussy and clit. I was having difficulty keeping quiet, but the noise of the belt hitting me must have been enough to attract the attention of the 2 young girls next door. Vicky told Jon that she could just see them through the window. Jon said, "so what!" and continued. Jon stopped when we got to ten, and I managed to hold back the tears as I got up and went into the room. "And while we're at it, it's about time you were waxed again. Get the stuff out."

I got myself ready, and lay on the bed waiting. Jon asked Vicky if she would help, and they both did one leg each. I think that Vicky thought that that was the end of it, because she started to clear up. "Hang on, we've still got her pubic hair to do" Jon said. "Bloody hell, that's going to hurt" Vicky said. I asked if I could have a gag, and Jon got the ball gag out and gave it to me. As I was putting it on, Vicky said that she had never seen one of those before, and had a good look at it. Jon did the front of my pubes, and then told me to lift my legs. As I was waiting for Jon to pull the first strip off my lips, I could see Vicky cringing, I guess that she could imagine how much it was going to hurt. All credit to Jon, he did them very quick, and the gag didn't have to suppress my screams for long. As I was getting up, I saw my bright red pubes and lips, they were hurting nearly as much as my backside, but not as much as my clit that was still suffering from the effects of the belt. Jon told me to go and take a shower and then spend the next hour on the balcony, catching up with the notes for this journal. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard Vicky say, "A bit hard on her weren't you?" "No, she enjoys it, ask her" Jon replied.

When I came out, Jon gave me the little remote controlled vibrator, and told me to put it where it belonged (after the previous session with it, we had decided that I didn't need to wear the rubber knickers to be able to keep it in place, just muscle power). Vicky watched as I put it in me, then Jon said, "and keep it there until this evening." He then gave Vicky the remote control and said, "play with that knob on and off during the day." "What does it do?" she asked. "Just try it - not now, but later, and see if you can work it out for yourself."

Jon and then Vicky went and had a shower, while I was writing my notes. After that, Jon and me put on our vests, Vicky put on a wrap round skirt and T-shirt, and we walked to a cafe for breakfast. Just as we were ordering, Jon said to Vicky "I'm glad to see that you haven't put any underwear on Vicky." The waiter stopped writing and looked at both Vicky's and my laps. I'm sure that he could see my red pubes, but looking at Vicky, I doubt that he could see anything, except for her red face, Jon had embarrassed her. Vicky finished first, and started looking at the remote control. The inevitable happened, and I gave a little shudder. Vicky didn't notice what I had done, and said to Jon "what's supposed to happen?" Jon said, "Something did happen, give it time, you'll find out." Fortunately, she turned if off again, saying she would try again later.

Jon decided that we would spend the day at the beach, and we went back to the hotel and packed our things. Just after we had got in the car, Jon told me to take my vest off, and he took his off. Vicky decided to 'go with the crowd' and took her skirt and T-shirt off as well. Jon drove out of the car park and to the end of the road. While we were stopped waiting for the traffic, a group of youth on mopeds pulled up along side us; also waiting to turn left. It didn't take long for them to spot us 2 naked girls in the car and within seconds, 3 or 4 of them were bending down and looking in the windows. Vicky tried to cover herself with her hands, but I thought 'what the hell' and just smiled at them. We drove off, leaving them in the distance, but I think that Jon was wanting a bit of fun because on the way to the beach, he drove into the airport, and deliberately stopped alongside a bus full of people waiting to unload at the departures side. I could see one or two people looking down before Jon drove off.

We pulled into the beach car park, and Jon decided to start a new row well away from the others. That meant that we had a long walk in the open before going through the other cars and into the trees behind the beach. Needless to say Jon wouldn't let me cover up, Vicky decided to be the same way. Three cars came into the car park as we walked across it before we got to the cover of the other cars, and a few of the occupants had a good stare at us. On the beach, we parked ourselves on sun loungers, and I rubbed sun tan lotion all over the 3 of us. I lingered round Jon and Vicky's interesting bits, but nothing exciting happened. We had a quiet day soaking up the sun until about mid afternoon when we went for a walk along the water edge after going for a swim. All 3 of us walked the full length of the beach, and got a few stares when we walked along the part that was occupied by people with clothes on.

It was slightly uncomfortable 'wearing' the small vibe, and I think that Vicky and Jon had forgotten about it. Jon decided to go for another walk on his own, and was walking off when Vicky decided to put some more sun tan lotion on. I hadn't seen her pull the remote out of her bag, or switch it on, but I certainly knew when she did. I suddenly jumped, and said, "Ow." "What happened to you" Vicky said. When I told her that it was her, and that the box that Jon had given her was a remote control for the vibrator that Jon had told me to put in that morning, she was fascinated, and she kept playing with the switch and looking at me. It didn't take her long to bring me to the brink of a climax, but at that point she would switch it off, let me calm down, and then switch it on again. She did this about 5 or 6 times, and I was getting very frustrated, and in the end I said, "Please let me cum Mistress" without thinking. I think this surprised her because she switched it on again, came and sat next to me and held my hand while my relief came. After I came, she switched if off, and said, "Vanessa, I'm not your Mistress, but I would like to be your friend, and I'm enjoying giving you some pleasure." With that, she switched it on again, and watched me slowly cum again.

After that, she leaned over me, and reached down and into me and pulled the vibe out. I was that wet that I think I could have used just my muscles and squeezed it out. Vicky went to her sun bed and discretely slid it into herself. She played with the remote for a few minutes, and then gave it to me saying "your turn to have some fun." I gave her a quick thrill, then said, "later" and pretended to go to sleep. About 10 minutes later I woke Vicky up by switching it on for a few seconds then off again. Neither of us said anything when Jon got back, but I kept giving Vicky a quick 'burst' to keep her on her 'high.' I was enjoying having the power to control Vicky's pleasure.

Jon was hungry, so we put out vests on (Vicky her T-shirt), and we went to the beach bar. I don't think we would have bothered with the vests, except that there were a couple of policemen sat drinking in the bar. Jon didn't want to risk a confrontation and said that the Spanish police were unpredictable. The bar was crowded, and we had to sit on the edge of the floor, which was a wooden platform about a foot above the sand. We'd been there about 15 minutes, when some kids (about 11 or 12) started playing in the sand in front of us. I suddenly realised that they were spending a lot of time laid on the sand looking at us and whispering to each other. It took me ages to realise that because we were sat so low with our knees higher than our bums, they would easily be able to see everything that we had got. I looked at Jon then Vicky and it didn't look as if they had realised, so I decided not to say anything, and let the kids have their fun. After a while, I think that they must have learnt enough about adult genitalia to satisfy themselves for one day because they moved away.

We went back to our loungers, and settled down again. I was making notes for this journal, but kept giving Vicky a little burst to keep her awake. Every time I did, she looked at me and smiled as if to say 'keep it on please'.