Lindas French Holiday

David and Linda were on holiday in the south of France. They had rented an apartment a few miles inland from Nice which was about 20 minutes drive from the town so they had hired a little open top sports car for the time that they were there.

Although the apartment had no pool, it was very hot and David had on just his shorts while Linda was wearing just a bikini bottom which did not leave much to the imagination either. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned, an action which lifted her breasts and pointed her nipples at David like a pair of pistols

"I think I might just drive down to the beach for a while" she said "it's alright, you don't have to come, I know you are sleepy but I must get a bit of air."

"OK " said David " you know the way and I could do with a kip for an hour or so, just mind the hairpin bends on the road.....and at least put your top on."

"Yes sir" she grinned and sweeping up the top half of her bikini reached behind herself with both arms and fastened the ties at her back. "Is that alright? " she said putting one hand on her hip and leaning slightly to one side.

"Very nice" said David standing up "and if you don't go now I shall have to have my way with you!"

Linda laughed and picking up the car keys on her way, walked out of the front door.

Opening the car door she stepped in and starting the car roared off in a cloud of gravel.

"I wish we could have one of these at home" she thought "it's a lovely car, such a beautiful colour and so fast!"

After about ten minutes she had left the village behind and was approaching the downhill stretch to the coast where the road narrowed and zigzagged down the hillside.

"I am sure I can manage these bends" she thought to herself and surged on down the road. She was right for the first two bends but then...disaster she tried to brake hard into another bend, skidded and with a loud crunch hit the hillside.

"Oh s**t." she cried and got out of the car to inspect the damage. It looked pretty bad so she got back in and gingerly drove off wondering what to do next.

She had just gone (very slowly) about half a mile when she was overtaken by a open top truck with two men inside. They obviously noticed that she was driving very slowly and pulled up in front of her.

Linda stopped and the two men walked back to her car "Bonjour madamoiselle" one of the said "votre voiture, il ne marche pas?"

Linda could not speak French apart from "Je ne parle pas la Francais" and so that is what she replied. One of the men then spoke in halting English "Your car it is broken?"

"Yes" she replied relieved that one of the could understand her "I hit the hillside just now and my husband will be mad at me, It's a hire car and we must take it back in two days and now I've smashed it up, what shall I do?" and at that she burst into tears.

Her chest (which both of the men had been staring at beforehand) now heaved up and down with her sobs after a couple of seconds the two Frenchmen looked at each other and grinned.

"We 'ave a garage just up the next road with a repair shop" said one of them "if you follow us we will give you good service, n'est ce pas?"

"OK" she smiled through her tears "I will come."

The two climbed back into their truck and high fived each other "She will come, eh?" said the second one and they both grinned wolfishly.

Their little garage was high in the hills with the most amazing view down to the Cote d'Azur. From the stuffy little waiting room Linda could see the twinkling Med -- just where she should have been right now!

The taller of the two mechanics entered the room.

'You work alone'? said Linda 'It's very quiet here'.

'Ah oui!' he replied. 'Ees just me, Jean, and my brother Marc...ze good looking one!'

They both laughed and glanced outside. Linda couldn't disagree. Marc, in his denim mechanic's dungarees was a picture of rude health all tanned, blond haired and muscly. She sucked the air through her teeth. In fairness, Jean wasn't actually a bad looker either.

'What do you think then?' continued Linda. 'About the car?'

"You 'av some small panel damage and....ze left side shock absorber ees broke too'"

Linda's face dropped. She thought she was going to cry again.

"Ay ay!....don't worry" said Jean. "I go to town now for ze shocker and Marc works on ze panel"

Linda felt like hugging him.

"How long?" she asked. "My husband will be wondering where I am and I need to tell him how long I will be".

Marc and Jean had a quick word in French and with a nod and a wink announced "Ze car will be ready in five hours".

Five hours! Linda did some quick maths. 9pm! Marc handed her the iphone from her glove box and she called David.

"Darling....how are you? Enjoying your nap? Listen, I've met some friends down here and we're going for supper in the old town. Is that okay? There's olives in the fridge for you. Shouldn't be too late back, probably errr by 11 o'clock"

And with that, Jean disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust.

With Marc working on the panel and Jean in town at the auto repair shop Linda had a minute to draw breath. How on earth was she going to pay for this? For a start, she had come out with no Euros and secondly, she knew David would be livid at what she had done.

In the waiting room Linda couldn't help but notice the selection of posters the lads had on the walls. These weren't just a collection of Pirelli girl calendar type shots in various states of undress.

Without exception, all the girls were messy! From the tasteful dabs of grease on the nose to the all-out mucky mechanic, each of them had something filthy to show. Were these just free trade pictures the lads had picked up, or were they the signs of an interest outside the motor business?

Linda didn't have to wait long to find out. Jean was back within the hour and the new shock absorber seemed to be fixed in the blink of an eye.

"Ah," said Jean "see you 'ave noticed our pictures, What do you think,eh?"

Linda didn't know quite what to say and stuttered "Where..where.... did you get them?"

Jean smiled at her "Well, lots of you English are caught out on the bend ; the men we ignore but the ladies we offer our help, sometimes they cannot pay the full cost of ze repair so we come to er...some arrangement." and he grinned at her.

Suddenly Linda felt very conscious of her scanty clothing AND the fact that she had no cash or cards on her or in the car.

Just then the other brother came into the office and spoke to Jean in French. When he had finished the two of them looked at Linda and smiled.

"The parts centre where from we bring the spring" said Jean "they take only cash but I have not on me, so as they are shutting early they will be calling in here on the way 'ome because I tell them you will pay, eh? They are quatre freres Phillipe, Jose, Antoine and Pierre, they will be here soon."

Linda shivered slightly. So there would be six Frenchmen, to all of whom she owed money, and one very scantily dressed "English Rose" who, no doubt, would be required to pay the bill.

To make matters worse she seemed to have mislaid her phone, not that David could have done anything being several miles away and with no car!

As she was standing there pondering her immediate future, she heard a van pull up outside. Four men got out. Two of them were about her age, one quite a bit younger (18 or so, she thought) and one who looked about 70! A mixed bag.

The youngest one approached her and speaking very good English said "We are here to collect the money for the new parts,Jean said that you could pay, n'est ce pas?"

"Well, you see, I have a problem" said Linda "I have no money on me...." "I can see that "grinned the young man "you could not possibly have hidden anything in there" and he held his hand out and pulled out the top of Linda's bikini pants. Started she smacked his hand away.

"How much do I owe you anyway?" she asked "300 Euro" came the reply. "That seems expensive" Linda said. "C'est la vie" he responded "we could always take it back if you wish."

She turned to Jean "And how much is your bill?" she asked, dreading his reply.

"Oh....labour for putting in the part, repairing the bodywork and repaint, peut etre 1,000 Euros s'il vous plait"

She gasped "That is all the cash we bought for the week and as I said i have none on me."

"Perhaps should I call your 'usband, madame?"

" No, no please don't do that" Linda said.

"Well" replied Jean with a leer on his face " you could always join our gallery and I think that the others would like similar" He turned his head and the four other men all showed that they had got the gist of what he was saying by nodding their heads vigorously.

"You realise" he continued to her "that most of these ladies" and he waved his hand at the wall " only owed maybe 150-200euros".

Linda was stunned.

'So...so....these are all your previous customers?' she stammered.

'Ah...oui!...you could say zey were customers who chose to pay zer bill in deeferent ways.'

At that the six of them all began laughing

Linda pointed to one of the pictures she had previously missed. It was in a frame behind a heap of receipts and needed a keen eye to spot what was in it. The 'customer' in this photo was almost unrecognisable -- covered head to toe in what looked like thick black grease. All that marked her out was the whites of her teeth as she smiled at the camera.

'And her?'

'Oui....she had a particularly large bill, but still not as big as yours". More roars of laughter

Linda stood rooted to the spot. These six mechanics were about to have their way with her and there was nothing she could do about it.

'Ees five o'clock. How about we make a start....to pay that bill' said Marc.

Linda felt a tug at the strings of her bikini top and within seconds it was lying on the floor. There was a sharp intake of breath from the blokes as her lovely breasts bounced free.

' Mon Dieu. Magnifique, n'est ce pas?" exclaimed Jose and reaching out he grasped them firmly with both hands "Ah oui...c'est bien' he said closing his eyes. Linda flinched slightly and gasped as his hands closed around her unprotected orbs.

Next to go was the bikini bottom deftly sliced at the side with a pair of scissors. Her last piece of clothing dignity lay as a scrap of fabric on the floor. And then she was stark naked in front of six burly French men.

'Ahh ze lovely English muff.' said Jean.Linda was very pleased with her neatly trimmed bush but the mechanics had other ideas. After much muttering in French, Marc left the room but quickly re- appeared with a can of shaving foam and a Bic razor.

'Pierre" said Marc "....ee say that ee wants to shave you'.

Poor Pierre was the young lad, 19 as it turned out, and it was clear from the expression on his face that he was nervous as hell. But this was a rite of passage for him and there was no way he would back down now.

'But what do I tell my husband...when he asks me how I came back with no hair?'

Cue the Gallic shrugs. The guys weren't interested. They couldn't care less what excuse Linda made up. But one thing was for certain -- she would be heading home with a bald pussy.

In a trice, two guys picked Linda up and deposited her, legs spread, on the office table. Five sets of eyes watched intently as, while the other men held her wrists and ankles, Pierre smoothed foam between her legs and oh-so-carefully shaved away all her pussy hair to leave a glistening hairless quim.

'Now zen' said Marc, 'we wish for you to do some cleaning for us please. Follow me.'

Marc and Jean took hold of each of Linda's hands and started to walk her out of the small reception room.

The four brothers were muttering together in French so Linda could not understand what they were saying and as she and her "escorts" neared them the young Phillipe stepped in their way.

"My uncle Antoine" he said indicating the oldest of the four (and whom Linda, on closer inspection, thought looked more like 80 than 70 with stubbly chin, grizzled hair and gaps in his blackened teeth) "has been without a wife for ten years "

Antoine on hearing his name grinned at Linda, his son continued " and has...how you say....had to please himself all that time as partners are hard to come by here in the hills. He would very much like you to please him before any more."

"What do you mean" asked Linda but the old man was now leering purposefully at Linda and already undoing the front of his trousers.

"I DON'T THINK SO" she said but Jean turned towards her and said "If that is what Antoine wants....he has been living in the hut with just his goats for too long." and he grinned at Marc. The two of them laughed as if at a private joke

Jean and Marc placed a hand on each of her shoulders and firmly pushed her down until she was on her knees, the old man approached.

His erection told her that he was ready. Remembering what Jean and Marc had been laughing at she imagined what the old man had been doing with the goats and shrank back in disgust.

She looked up appealingly at Jean but his face was turned away. so very reluctantly she opened her mouth wide and Antoine pushed his penis in. It tasted and smelled revolting but he started thrusting and with one hand held the back of her head.

She almost gagged, but to cries from his brothers of "Allez Antoine, Vive La France" and "Allez Les Bleus"his thrusts became more urgent until at last he exploded into her mouth He left his still throbbing penis inside and lifting his face skywards cried "Vive L' Empereur!" and all the other men in the room cheered and clapped.

Linda felt totally humiliated. She looked up at Jean "Can I please get up now " she begged. He in turn looked at the other men and again spoke in French, then turning to her he said "They say that If you stay zere and, er......"help" the other three like you did Antoine, they will be pleased to say you 'ave cleared ze bill."

She sobbed inwardly but being pragmatic thought "Well it will pay the debt :roll: :roll: :oops: " So after a few seconds shook her hands free from those of Jean and Marc and beckoned the other three men over to her.

First was Phillipe the youngest and he was over very quickly but LInda had no time to rest before the third and then the fourth of the brothers used her, forcing her to swallow each load quickly.

After the last brother, Jose, was finished she was hauled to her feet by Jean and Marc and the others helped, grasping any bit of her anatomy they could ( being lifted by her nipples was quite painful she discovered ) and she was marched through to the workshop.

She was lifted up and laid face upwards on as old greasy bench.

"Before you clean up ze place" grinned Jean "we want to give you a demonstration of some of ze thing we do when servicing a voiture, First is to greeesee ze nipples" and reaching under the bench he brought out a large tin.

He plunged his fingers in and scooped out a handful of the contents. He then passed the tin to Marc who did the same.

"Now stay quiet" he said "zis ees very delicate." He was laughing as he said this. "Eh maintenant Marc, une, deux, TROIS" he said and both Jean and Marc slapped their handfuls of grease roughly onto Linda's breasts and began very vigorously to knead, squeeze and rub them all over with a thick coating of grease, only pausing to scoop more from the tin.

When they had finished they roughly turned her over onto her tummy, "Jean" said Marc "ou se trouve le pistolet a graisse?" Jean again reached under the bench and then handed it to Marc......

Pumping the grease gun he squirted five fresh shots of grease around her pussy then stuck the tip into her bottom and gave it a pump for good luck. Linda's eyes widened with surprise. Six pairs of hands then smeared the grease around her pussy and bottom.

'Now...come zis way' said Marc, leading her through to another altogether more dingy workshop. In the middle of the room the guys were lifting short heavy boards from the floor to reveal a small rectangular inspection pit.

'Here is where we do ze oil and grease changes.....and we also srow our leftover food in here' laughter all round.

'But'...he continued 'we have a blockage. In ze bottom corner of ze pit is a small drain hole'. Marc handed Linda three drainage rods. 'We'd like you to unblock it...please.'

Linda looked into the pit. It was filthy, with a greasy scum on the surface.

'How deep?'

'We vant you to tell us' came the reply and with that two of them took her ankles and arms before suspending her above the pit and letting go.

The guys knew full well it was nearly waist deep, but Linda didn't and the scream of surprise she emitted could be heard in Nice. Linda landed bottom first in the soft greasy pit and sprayed black gunge around the walls. She just sat there a minute taking in the embarrassment of the situation.

'Now let's get this unblocked eh?' said Jean

Crouching in the gunge Linda located the drain and began pushing in the rods. Little could she see what was happening above her but the first play of hot pee on her back caused her to look up and take a spray full in the face.

'Aaeeee'.....noooo!' she cried

But the guys were just laughing. When the first finished, the second shower began, soaking her hair and face. Then the third let rip, turning the greasy surface of the pit into a foaming urinal.

'Aaaaah...tres bien' muttered Antoine as he unleashed a stream across her tits. Linda pressed on with the draining rods and with a filthy grumbling belch from the drain the level began to drop.

'Ayyy she is good!' said Marc. With the pit emptied they gave the walls and Linda a hose down before pulling her to the surface.

'How am I doing with the bill?' she queried.

'Getting zere...' replied Marc.

In the next workshop, Linda was presented with the strangest looking contraption she had ever seen. Made from scaffolding tubing and all kinds of ropes and pulleys there was a chair cum toilet seat arrangement in the middle of the machine and a series of seats positioned round the sides.

Taking her hand, Linda was lead to the middle and positioned in the 'toilet seat' before her ankles and legs were bound to the seat poles.

'Now....if I just do zis'. Marc swung Linda back in the seat and there, presented for a dozen French eyes was Linda's newly shaved pussy and bottom spread open and ripe for fun. It was a remarkable piece of engineering.

The lads wasted no time getting themselves into position around the contraption and quickly there were half a dozen boners aiming at Linda.

'Ze name of zis game' said Marc 'is 'Pork ze Pig'. Cue laughter all round.

'We take it in turns to pork ze pig and ze final one to cum is ze winner. First round we have five thrusts....zen ten...and so on.'

Linda was mortified. Firstly that she was being likened to a farm animal and secondly that each of these guys would have had their way with her before she next stood out of the seat.

There was one final twist. Before Marc took his position he handed round dozens of condiment bottles, ketchup, brown sauce, mustard you name it. As she was passed from pillar to post Linda was literally about to be transformed into a giant hot dog!

The game began. With a series of swings and pulleys, Linda was hoisted, pushed and shoved around the room with nylon grab handles attached to her seat structure for the lads to grab and manouvre her into place.

She survived her first few brief liaisons all the while being doused in smelly sauces. Now all eyes were on the young lad..... would he be able to last longer than his first blow job?

Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq....five strong thrusts and he let her swing away to a chorus of cheers and a glistening hard erection.

On the right, poor Antoine the goat herder was having trouble keeping his hard on.