Preferring the solitude of the wide-open spaces we would camp up where ever there was not much chance of getting swamped by other people however, we decided to try going to a naturist camp site just to tick it off our bucket list if nothing else.  We found one which was well south of the border in Lincolnshire. 

A bit about us, I am Mal and I live with my partner Greg in a on the north coast of Scotland which is pretty much the back of beyond. We are both outdoorsy people in our early 30’s and love wild camping, hiking etc.

We booked up on line and duly arrived at the naturist campsite early afternoon.  We had the gate security number so let ourselves through the main gate.  There were about a couple of dozen or so tents in the first field.  We parked up and walked up to the main house where we met the naked site owner and to be honest, even though we were both still in shorts and T shirt I felt the disapproving eyes of the naked people.  He gave us a brief rundown of the site rules and whatever.  He also pointed out the swimming pool around the other side of the house, always take a towel to sit on if you go to places shared by others etc.
There was another field with caravans and motor-homes on it.
He made a point of telling us that the weather forecast for the next week was lots of sunshine so too be sure that to lube up on sunblock.

He showed us where we could pitch up.  Moving the car round to the place that looked pretty level we stripped off before pitching the tent and getting our gear out and organised.

Being old hands at setting up camp we were soon sitting outside our tent with a tin of lager from the cool box in our hands.   Looking around we had time to take stock of the place.  The tent field was about half the size of a football field.  Most of the campers were a tad on the heavy side, especially the females, if you get my drift.  A few people came over to say “Hi” which was nice.  We made small talk and they asked things like “Is this your first time etc”.

Our 5-person tent was perhaps one of the smallest on the field.  Beside us was a tent that would not have been out of place in Arabia with a couple of camels tied up outside.

About an hour later a couple came across the field heading towards the Bedouin tent.    They paused as the drew level with us saying “Howdy neighbors”.  We replied with an equally cheery greeting and introduced ourselves.  “I am Mal” said I.
“I am Greg,” said Greg.
They introduced themselves as Christine and Richard but they said to call them Chris and Dick.  I couldn’t help but notice that ‘Dick’ really didn’t have much ‘Dick’ and I surmised that Chris was easily satisfied.  They disappeared inside their tent then barely a few moments later we heard the telltale noises of sex. 
“They didn’t waste much time” I remarked.
Very soon the sounds turned to grunts and the inevitable “Oh Yes…Oh Yes”.  Then the sounds died down.
Half an hour later they brought their chairs out and sat down beside their tent.  We were soon chatting like we had known each other forever.  Nether Greg nor I could miss the glistening sperm trail dripping out of Christine's pussy as she reclined back in her chair. 
There was a large shed on the site which we were told was the club house.  Dick told us that in the evenings everybody kind of gravitated to it with cans and bottles of drink for an evening of frivolities. 

Later Greg and I were laying out on the grass when Dick and Chris invited us along to the  ‘The Club House’.  Scooping up a couple of cans and a towel to sit on we joined them.
The Club House was a very simple affair with benches around 3 walls which were already taken up by many naked people.  I managed to squeeze in between two white haired guys and Greg ended up a couple of people down between an elderly man a huge woman who’s once huge tits now had succumbed to gravity. 
People were talking about all things other than being naked.  The guy’s either side of me introduced themselves George and Adam.  I looked over at Greg and he seemed to be in deep conversation with his new friends.
George paid me the compliment of saying how nice it was to see younger people here.  I thanked him and said that it was nice to see older men here as well.  Adam asked me if I worked out and telling him that I did caused him to pat my knee as he said that he could tell.
As the evening wore on and we had had a our couple of tins of lager the people started drifting away.  Soon there was just Greg and my two new friends who had not wasted a single opportunity to touch my knee or my thigh.  I gotta say that it was very nice.
“Well,” said Greg “Time to be heading back to the tent”.
“Must you go now?” Adam asked “Well at least let us escort you back to your tent”.  I think that they had other things beside escorting us back to the tent on their minds. 
“That would be very kind of you” I said. 
So, the four of us set out, arm in arm, across the tent field.  You could hear sighs and moans coming from pretty much every tent so no guessing what they were up to.
When we got to our tent Adam thanked me for a very pleasant evening I said “Thank you for making us welcome”.  Greg said that at least I should give them a goodnight kiss.  As Adam was the closest, I lent in on tip toe to give him a kiss and I felt his cock poke me right into my stomach. 
“Oh, sorry about that” he said.  
“No problem” I said as I turned to George and the very same thing happened again.
Greg reached over and gave me a gentle kiss and said “I am as horney as fuck but you best sort these guys out first”.  With that he pulled up a chair and sat down to watch us in the moon light.

I needed no further encouragement so I grasped both Adam and Georges cocks and whispered that they were very naughty boys. 
There really is only one thing better than having a hard cock in one’s hand and that is to having two hard cocks, one in ether hand which I now had.  I stood between them slowly rolling their foreskins over their bulbous helmets. For a couple of senior guys, they still had rock hard cocks.
They kind of sighed and were mauling my tit’s, my bum and my pussy.  Gosh, I was so wet and just gagging for it.  I laid down on the cool grass and within moments I felt somebody on top of me, slipping his cock into me he was soon banging away at my pussy.  There were all kinds of slurping sounds coming from down below.  I just let him bang away and it was glorious.  He didn’t last long and I felt his buttocks contract in my hands as he gave one huge lunge into me and I swear that I could feel his spunk hitting my ovaries.   He rolled off only for his place to be taken by somebody else.  I wasn’t at all sure which of the two went first, Adam or George but quite honestly, I really didn’t care.  He was equally as vigorous as the first had been.  Soon I was floating on an orgasmic cloud.  I love older guys because they know where everything is which is why I was feeling as I was.  When he had finished and rolled off, I opened my eyes and in the moon light I could see that we had attracted a small crowd around us just as another guy laid down between my legs and started pumping away.  At first, I thought that it was Greg but soon realized that it wasn’t. The man juice and my pussy juice was turning into one big frothy mess down below which I could feel over my tummy and running down the crack of my bum. 

The stranger fucking me bent down and kissed me long and hard, his tongue slipped as easily between my lips as his cock did into my pussy.  I reached up and put my arms around his neck.  He never lost his rhythm as our tongues fought with each other in our mouths.  He was going at it like a steam hammer. No matter how great it felt I needed some respite so I slid my hands down to stroke his buttocks as he slammed into me.  Then I traced my finger down the crack of his bum until I reached his butt hole.  I rolled my finger tip around the rim which nearly made him loose his rhythm then I slowly slid my finger into him, gently fucking his butt hole with my finger.  In my experience no man can last long when they are being finger fucked and this guy was no different.  He held my tongue between his teeth as he rammed his spunk deep into my belly.  Eventually he released my tongue and rolled off of me.

After a few minutes to catch my breath, I sat up and in the light of the full moon I could see that most of the guys in the small crowd around us were sporting erections.  One guy was masturbating, a lass was wanking two cocks, there was even what looked like a guy sucking off another guy.  You could smell the sex. 
I told Greg to lay on the grass then I straddled his face so that he could lick the semen out of my pussy.  Something that he just loved to do.  Then somehow, I found myself holding a cock in each hand again.   I alternated between sucking one and wanking the other or visa versa.   They soon came splashing their delicious spunk over my tits for me to scoop up and lick all of that beautiful protein off my hands.
Greg was just about done cleaning me up.  As I got off of him, I saw that a lady already had his cock in her mouth.    She was really getting into it and Greg was moaning.  Then a guy knelt down behind her and started fucking her, holding her hips to get a harder penetration.

It was a crazy scene of debauchery.  I sat down in the chair that Greg had vacated and slowly stoked my pussy while watching all of the fucking going on around me.  A young fella with a long thin cock sticking out from his groin came over and, indicating toward my pussy asked if I would mind.  I smiled back. That was all that he needed to drop own on his knees between my legs and plant his cock into my sloppy pussy.  As he pumped his cock in and out of me he kept stroking my tit’s and telling me how beautiful they were.  I knew that he was caught up in the moment because my tits are far from voluptuous.   When I sensed that he was about to cum I said that I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  There is nothing to compare to the taste of fresh young spunk and I wasn’t going to let this go to waste.
He had the amount of delicious man juice that only a young guy has.  I wanked his cock into my mouth.  I kept his spunk in my mouth, tilting my head back I rolled it around with my tongue savoring the taste and texture.  Some people describe it as tasting salty but I don’t think that.  All I do know is that there is nothing on the planet to compare the taste to.  When he had finished, I swallowed his load, licked my lips and pulled his head down for a spunky kiss.

After a while the crowd started to thin out but there were still two or three guys standing around with hard-ons so I just laid down on the cold grass again and gestured them to come closer.  I lay with my arms above my head and my legs splayed open and gave myself to them. 
They started off by caressing my body.  I felt somebody licking my pussy then he slid up my body and planting his cock in my pussy and was soon banging away.  One of the other guys twisted my head around so that he could dump his load into my mouth and over my face.  The guy between my legs finished and stood up only to be replaced by the other guy who was quite plump.  I felt his weight on my body and his cock in my pussy.  It felt huge, certainly the biggest of the night.  He started up a slow deliberate rhythm, this guy knew what he was doing.  In and out.  I tried to get my legs around him but failed miserably.  He soon had me on the edge of an orgasm and the bastard just held me there, it was deliciously painful like being on the precipice and wanting to go over but unable to because this guy wouldn’t let me.  Then he whispered “Are you ready?”  The conceited bastard, I was more than ready.  He was very slow and painfully deliberate. His cock was buried in me up to the hilt and he just slid his pubic bone from side to side over my clit and I screamed as I came like fuck.  Wowee, I was a sodden sweating mess as he came inside me.  From now on fat guys are well and truly on my radar especially fat older guys.

Afterwards I crawled into the tent and lay on my sleeping bag beside Greg. I was asleep in seconds, well and truly fucked.

We stayed another 2 nights.  Nothing was as crazy as that first night but that isn’t to say that Adam and George didn’t pop into to see us several time’s and I did Greg proud by accommodating them each time.

We well and truly ticked naturist camping off our bucket list.

Now then, what else is on the list……..  

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