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Anne And George Go Camping In FranceAnne and George were an ordinary middle aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their 30 years of married life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three c***dren and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their c***dren had left home, they thought that it would be fun to try something more adventurous. Fortunately George was able to take early retirement with a good pension, and Anne also gave up work so they could do things together.When the c***dren were small and money was tight they had taken camping holidays in England with a fairly basic frame tent and minimal equipment. Once they could afford it, but while the c***dren were still at primary school, they started to take package tours in search of the sun, but these had been to the usual locations in southern Spain or the Canary Isles. As the c***dren grew into teenagers and wanted to do something more exciting, they began to explore more exotic locations in the United States and the Caribbean, but even these holidays were constrained by the needs of family and the limited leave allowed by their employers.Footloose and fancy free they decided that at first they would like to explore Europe at leisure, and concluded that the best and easiest way to do this would be to go back to camping. They spent hours poring over camping magazines, browsing the adverts and reading all the reviews, and they were agreeably surprised to discover the enormous choice of tents of all sizes that was now available to suit all tastes and all pockets — so different from their earlier experience.The next day they drove to the nearest large camping and caravanning superstore, and started looking around. The range of different outfits was rather bewildering and they really couldn’t decide what would suit them best, so they were secretly relieved when a salesman came up and asked if he could help. Having explained what they wanted, he asked if they had thought about buying a trailer tent as this would give them the combination of flexibility and comfort, but still at a reasonable cost. George had never towed a trailer before and was rather apprehensive about this, but the salesman, whose name was Richard, reassured him that he would soon get the hang of it. Although they were still unsure about whether this was the right thing to do, they agreed to have a look at the models on display, even though it would take up more of their budget than they had originally intended.Following Richard into another hall George’s first impulse was to buy something quite compact with only two berths. However Anne’s eye was caught by a top of the range model which boasted a fully fitted kitchen area with 12V refrigerator, 4-burner hob and grill, enamel sink and lots of storage compartments — it even had a water heater. Even better and what really tipped the scales for her, was that there was an en-suite toilet compartment with a wash basin. George was less sure, and questioned why they would need a unit with two king-sized beds and room to sleep two more people but relented when Anne said that it would be ideal when they eventually had grandc***dren. After a bit of haggling over price they signed a deal which included extras such as an awning and the fitting of a tow bar and electrics to their car.A couple of weeks later on Midsummer’s Eve Anne and George set out for the cross channel ferry to France. They were eagerly looking forward to the prospect of three weeks exploring a country which they barely knew even though it was on their doorstep. Having studied the maps and consulted a guide to campsites in France they decided to head initially for the east of the country and the area around Beaune, since they thought it would be fun to visit a few of the vineyards of the Burgundy region. After that they intended to drive westwards along the valley of the Loire taking in all the famous châteaux as well as the historic cities of Orleans, Tours and Angers before driving back up through Normandy to the ferry port of Caen.They had learned from the guide that there was a marvellous choice of campsites in Burgundy promising unparalleled peace and tranquility in an area of mountains and forests, many situated by splendid natural lakes in strikingly beautiful surroundings where a great holiday experience was virtually guaranteed.Driving out of Calais George took it easy at first until he became accustomed both to towing a trailer and driving on the wrong (right-hand) side of the road. It was therefore dark when they arrived at their chosen destination and were relieved when they saw a clearly marked campsite sign in the light from their headlights. Pulling into the entrance they were rather dismayed that the office was in darkness, but fortunately there was a large sign on the door explaining in English as well as French that late arrivals should find a suitable pitch and register with the office the next morning when it opened at 8:30am. Since they had stopped for a meal en route from the Channel, they retired to bed once they had erected the tent, hooked up to the electrics, and made a cup of tea. They went to sleep tired but excited now that the adventure of their new life had begun.When George woke up in the morning, for a moment he forgot where he was, and was tempted to just turn over and go back to sleep. However when he opened his eyes and saw the canvas roof of the tent above him, he remembered where he was and a thrill ran through him. He was invigorated in a way he had not felt for years — it was hard to put into words but in short, he felt free. He turned over to wake Anne but discovered that the bed next to him was unoccupied. This surprised him because he was normally the first to get up and it usually took a mug of tea to persuade Anne to face the day.As he was contemplating his new situation, Anne suddenly burst in through the door of the tent.”There must be some mistake,” she gabbled, “are you sure we are in the right place.””Why, whatever is the matter?” George replied, slightly alarmed by her wild appearance.”The sun shining on the canvas woke me up early,” she said, “so I thought I would get up and go and have a shower and bring you a cup of tea for a change. But when I got to the wash block there were both women and men in there, and they were all absolutely naked.”George was momentarily taken aback. “Well this is the continent,” he said, “perhaps this is normal for them, I mean, they are foreigners.””It’s not just in the wash block that people are naked,” she replied, “no one has any clothes on at all outside either; they are all completely starkers.”Initially George felt slightly aroused by this information, but then the idea of lots of naked middle aged people and acres of sagging flesh on display, put a dampener on the thought.”I suppose I had better go and investigate,” he said, “although I am sure I didn’t read anything about this being a naturist site. I did read somewhere that naturism is more common in France, and that lots of older people like to escape from the restrictions of their everyday lives by taking their clothes off for a couple of weeks a year.”Anne interrupted him, “It’s not just old people. There are young people too, although I didn’t see any c***dren. And most of them were very fit,” she paused, and blushed, “and there were some rather nice cocks on display.”This shocked George as Anne had tended to be rather conservative, never even letting their c***dren see her naked. “Hmm,” he pondered , “perhaps this new life was going to be interesting in rather more ways than he had thought.”Getting out of bed he took off his pyjamas.”It wouldn’t do to be overdressed,” he said, “and don’t they say, ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do,’ or in this case, the French. Why don’t you make a pot of tea and rustle up some breakfast while I have a shower and brush my teeth, and later when I go to the office to register and pay the campsite fees I will investigate.”An hour or so later after they had eaten breakfast and George had returned from the campsite office, he told Anne what he had found out.”You are right, this is a naturist or more correctly, clothing optional site,” he explained. “There is a normal campsite on the other side of the road, but we just didn’t see the sign in the dark last night. It is also an adults only site and,” he coughed, “adult activities are permitted within reason.””What do you mean, adult activities?” Anne said, somewhat nonplussed.”Well,” George paused for a moment, “you might see some, shall we say, activity of a sexual nature though only in certain areas such as individual pitches and,” he paused again,”around the pool. At least that is what I gathered from the sign in the office. I did think of paying for last night, and then packing up and driving across to the other family site, but then I thought it might be fun to stay here for a few days. I mean, we are looking for adventure and this is certainly an adventure.””George you are very naughty,” Anne giggled , blushing again, “and aren’t you worried that I might enjoy looking at all those nice young men and their, mmm, nice young cocks.””Who’s being naughty now?” George laughed, “and what about those firm young boobs and other bits?””You mean pussies,” Anne interrupted tartly, “pussies is what you mean. You want to look at girls’ pussies. I’ve seen those pictures on your laptop that you thought you had hidden so well. You’re just a dirty old man after all and that’s why you want to stay, you pervert!””So,” bornova escort retorted George, “and what about those stories you read, all heaving bodices and ripped shirts and some of them a lot more explicit than that? Don’t be a hypocrite — you’re as interested as I am. Go on, admit it.”Anne was about to make a rather acid reply when she stopped, her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh, people, eh men, are going to be looking at me. I’d better tidy myself up a bit, even naked one wants to be presentable.””Now that’s more like it, you’re getting into the spirit of things,” replied George, “in fact why not go the whole hog and shave your pussy, sort of symbolising your break with the boring past. Come to think of it I think I’ll do the same, shave my cock and balls I mean. So much neater and who wants pubic hair in their cornflakes?”And that was that — the beginning of their new life in rather a different way than they had anticipated, but having taken the plunge Anne and George decided to embrace whatever was going to happen with enthusiasm and without reservation or a backward glance.An hour later, their transformation complete, they stepped out of their tent naked and unashamed, and set out to explore the campsite, quite blatantly enjoying the new sensation of being looked at and even more, looking at the delights on show all around them. Their new life had truly begun in earnest, a life of freedom and ultimately, total abandonment to the pleasures of the flesh.As they wandered around, George noticed that most people carried natty little handbags on cords slung round their necks. He had wondered what one did with one’s money and other essentials like a handkerchief when one had no pockets to put them in, so he was pleased to see a good range on sale in the campsite shop. They also found that there was a restaurant with an excellent choice of food, as well as a bar, and while they were there they made a dinner reservation for that evening.When they came to the swimming pool they decided to have a dip, as it had become rather warm. Relaxing on one of the poolside loungers after their swim, George watched with interest as Anne became more comfortable with her nakedness. At first she kept her legs firmly together, but soon she started to relax and before long her freshly shaven pussy was on full display. George was unexpectedly aroused when it became clear that she was beginning to enjoy the flagrant stares of other men at her body, some of whom were sporting erections. For her part, Anne found it flattering that even at her age, men should find her sexually desirable.George’s eye was caught in particular by two very pretty girls. One of them had very prominent inner labia, something that he secretly found exciting and although he tried not to stare, he noticed that she spread her legs a little wider when she realised he was looking at her, and at one stage she casually stroked her mound, looking pointedly at his cock.”So this was what was meant by allowable sexual activity,” he thought, rather glad that he had kept in trim at the gym. In fact he was rather proud of his body, which compared quite favourably with many of the other men there in his opinion, and not just the older and more mature ones. At first he had tried not to get an erection but as it seemed quiet acceptable, he gave up the struggle which drew interested looks from several ladies, including the pretty girl with the inviting pussy.ooOooThat evening, after a very nice meal and a bottle of a reasonably priced local red wine, Anne and George were feeling rather horny, and when they got back to their tent, Anne suddenly blurted out, “Why don’t we make love out here, under the awning. Others seem to be doing it, didn’t you notice that couple outside the tent back there — she was sitting on his lap and I am absolutely certain he was inside her, if you see what I mean. It will be so much fun, and I am feeling very naughty this evening.”As she said this, Anne pushed him back onto one of the loungers, and kneeling between his legs took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to give him a blow job, tickling his balls with one hand, and squeezing her breasts with the other. Very soon George was in seventh heaven, this really was so much more exciting than making love in the seclusion of their bedroom at home, particularly the thought that other people might see them at it. The view of his wife bobbing her head up and down on his very hard cock, and delightful sensations that were radiating up into his body and down his legs from her attentions were amazing, and he felt more turned on than for many years.”Anne my darling, I am going to come very soon if you continue like that, and I would rather like to ejaculate inside you and feel you climaxing with me. That would be the perfect end to a perfect day.”Anne stopped sucking him, and lifting her head, gave him a very sexy grin. “Oh yes, my sexy lover, it would indeed be perfect.”As she said this she got up from her knees and straddled him. Leaning forwards to brush her breasts against his chest, she started to kiss him passionately, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth, biting his lips and licking him on his nose and chin. She took hold of his cock and pressed it between her engorged labia, sliding it up and down along her slit, and rubbing the head against her clitoris. She was already very wet, and after making sure he was fully lubricated with her juices, she lifted her hips and, positioning him at the entrance to her vagina, slid down his shaft until he was fully embedded inside her hot velvety tunnel, the cheeks of her bottom resting on his balls. She then started to fuck him in earnest, riding up and down his cock faster and faster whilst vigorously rubbing her clitoris with one hand and pinching her hard and protruding nipples with the other.Totally abandoned to pleasure, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the night air, they didn’t notice that they had attracted the attention of another couple. Before long they were both totally consumed by their mounting ecstasy, their orgasms coming almost simultaneously as George pumped copious amounts of cum deep inside his wife’s pulsating vagina. Coming down from his climax in a state of utter bliss, George looked up and caught sight of a tall young woman with tight blonde curls standing just inside the entrance to their pitch. She had her legs apart and was plunging her fingers in and out of herself. Just behind her and to one side was an equally tall man, vigorously stroking his cock.”Don’t mind us,” the young woman said, “I’m Margrethe and this is my husband Jan. We’re from Holland and we are on the pitch next to you, with the motorbike. We saw you fucking, and just had to watch you. That was very beautiful, and so exciting. We like watching other people fuck,” she added, somewhat gratuitously.”Would you like to watch us now? We like being watched, it is so exciting. That’s why we like coming to nudist sites like this, watching and being watched,” Margrethe continued, still fucking herself with a total lack of self-consciousness.”Erm, yes,” George replied weakly, “erm, that would be very nice. In fact it would be most exciting — we’ve never watched anyone fucking before, in fact we’ve never done anything like this before, but it is rather amazing.””Oh goody,” Margrethe squealed, and eagerly, almost running, approached Anne and George, and leaned forward to rest her hands on George’s thighs. Jan followed, and rapidly entered her from behind, ramming his cock deep into her cunt.Margrethe was anything but restrained in her lovemaking, and screamed with pleasure in time with her husband’s thrusts, her breasts swinging wildly backwards and forwards, until with one last cry, she started to shake as her orgasm ripped through her body, a look of utter rapture on her face, and a deep flush spreading across her neck and breasts. Finally satiated, she slumped against Anne’s back, as she came back to earth from her orgasm.Jan helped her up, his softening cock glistening in the moonlight, and she slumped into a chair, legs apart and cum running out of her pussy onto the hollows of the inside of her upper thighs.”Oh, that was exciting,” Margrethe sighed, “thank you for sharing with us. Do you like my pussy?” she continued without a pause. “I’ll let you lick it if you like.”George shook his head, almost overcome by the speed of events. Anne said nothing at first, but just lay there on his chest, a smile of satisfaction playing on her lips. When she did speak, it was in a whisper, and George was barely able to catch her words, “that would be nice, as long as I get to suck Jan’s cock.”When Anne woke the following morning, she stretched, and looking down at the dried cum on her breasts, smiled as she remembered the events of the night before. She felt a curious sense of liberation, and knew that she was going to enjoy this new world of licentious sexual pleasure that they had stumbled into.She turned her head and looked across at George, still quietly snoring beside her. She had been so surprised when he had taken Margrethe up on her invitation with such enthusiasm, hardly recognising her previously rather sexually unadventurous husband. Her pussy started to tingle as she recalled her excitement at watching him lapping at Margrethe’s cum soaked pussy until she climaxed again in obvious and noisy pleasure. The tingling grew even stronger as she remembered how she had licked and sucked Jan’s beautiful cock until he was on the verge of coming, and her fascination at the amount of semen that he ejaculated into her open mouth and over her boobs as he too enjoyed his second climax of the evening. Nothing like that had ever happened escort bornova to her before – and she liked it, oh how she liked it!The evening had ended in a most glorious climax when Margrethe and Jan had returned the compliment as it were, and licked and sucked George and Anne to further heights of rapture. The erotically charged sight of George thrusting his cock in and out of Margrethe’s mouth, his buttocks straining, and his balls contracting, as he pumped his load into her, to her obvious satisfaction, had only increased the intensity of Annes’ own amazing orgasm. The heady pleasure of their joint abandonment to pure unadulterated lust acted on her like a d**g, and she knew that she wanted more, all her former moral scruples about extra marital sex lying in ruins.After several minutes luxuriating in her lascivious memories, Anne dug George in the ribs to wake him up, jumped out of bed, and grabbing a towel, headed off to the wash block. There was a new confidence in her step as she strode between the ranks of tents, proud of the fact that the men, and perhaps the women too, might be aroused by the sight of her naked body. How dramatically she had changed in the last twenty four hours, or maybe it was just the release of feelings long suppressed beneath a veneer of polite respectability.Standing beneath the stream of hot water in the shower, Anne had the sensation that all the inhibitions of her former life were being flushed away, and like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis, a new more beautiful being was emerging into the light. She caressed her breasts, taking pleasure in their weight and softness, and gently parting the folds of her pussy, she began to masturbate, excited by the idea that someone might be watching. Her eyes closed, and lost in these new delights of blatant public sexual display, she didn’t notice that Jan had entered the cubicle with her. When he pushed her hand aside, she almost melted with pleasure at the exquisite sensations his long masculine fingers excited within her cunt, and he had to hold her up as she writhed in the throes of another unbelievably sweet orgasm.Meanwhile, back at their tent, George too was being introduced to the novel experience, for him, of a morning blow job. While he was still no more than half awake, Margrethe had slipped quietly into the tent, and pushing the duvet to one side, began to make love to him.”Oh George,” she murmured, “you have such a beautiful cock, I can’t get enough of it. I hope that later tonight my pussy might get fully acquainted with it. I am consumed with desire to ride you, and feel you pump me full of your cum.”When she saw that George was properly roused, Margrethe turned round on the bed, still stroking his cock, and straddled his face, lowering her pussy over his mouth. The smell and taste of her sex acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on George, and he thrust his tongue between the swollen lips of her pussy, and as far as he could into her cunt to feast on her nectar. The raw sensuality of the situation was so intense that every nerve ending in George’s body was on fire. The way Margrethe’s erect nipples brushed against his stomach, and the feeling of her soft lips sliding down the length of his shaft, were taking him to levels of exquisite pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. Every muscle and sinew in George’s body was now focused on his rapidly building orgasm, his buttocks lifting off the bed as he thrust his cock hard and fast into his partner’s willing mouth. The climax when it came, was like an explosion, an orgy of thrusting and grinding, licking and sucking, both lovers writhing in paroxysms of ecstasy, until they collapsed in exhaustion, totally satiated.This was how Anne found them when she returned from her shower, Margrethe still lying where she had collapsed, her head on George’s thigh, while he was gently stroking the soft flesh of her hips and bottom. Anne was strangely moved by the tenderness of the sight, and was reluctant to break them up. She was eager to tell George all about her latest experience with Jan, although slightly nervous about his reaction, so she coughed quietly to attract their attention. Looking up with a satisfied smile on her face, Margrethe disengaged from George’s arms, slid off the bed, and giving Anne a quick kiss on the lips, went back to her own tent.”George darling,” she said somewhat tremulously, “I have a confession. Jan came into the wash block when I was showering. I was squeezing my tits, and playing with my pussy, thinking about the delicious things we did last night, so when he came into the shower cubicle, and finger fucked my pussy, I was almost out of my mind with pleasure. After that I was just putty in his hands, and I was powerless to resist when he lifted my leg and put the head of his cock in the entrance to my cunt. Oh, I am sorry George, but I let him go all the way and fuck me properly, and as he started pumping me full of his hot cum, looking me straight in the eyes, I just came again and again. It was so wonderful, and what made it even more exciting was the thought that someone might come in any moment and see us.”George was secretly thrilled at this latest revelation of the dramatic change that his wife had undergone since they arrived in France. When they had originally talked about taking their life in new directions, the turn of events of the past couple of days was certainly something neither of them had anticipated. But, like Anne, he realised that he had no regrets, and knowing that Anne had just broken their wedding vows merely excited him even more.Seeing that he did not demur at her unabashed confession of infidelity, Anne continued, “Jan suggested that we join them in the restaurant this evening, and afterwards, come back here for more fun. He said that he expected that Margrethe would want you to fuck her in all her holes before the night was out, so he would bring you some pills to help you stay hard.”George and Anne spent a quiet day lounging around their tent, in part because they needed to recover from the physical and emotional effects of the unprecedented sexual athletics of the previous few hours, but mainly to husband their energies for the night ahead. They were both more than a little excited in anticipation of even more delightfully erotic experiences as they ventured further into this new world of extreme sexual fulfilment.ooOooJan and Margrethe called for them at about eight that evening, and together they strolled across to the restaurant. Anne had dressed for dinner, just as she would have done back in her old life, although she giggled when she thought about the shocked looks she would probably have got from her neighbours if she had turned up at their homes looking the way she did that evening. She had found just the thing in the campsite shop that afternoon, and she loved the way that the little skirt of brightly coloured beads moved as she walked, emphasising the movement of her buttocks, and adding extra allure to her nakedness. Margrethe had chosen to wear a chiffon skirt that covered her bottom, but which was completely open at the front, magnetically drawing men’s eyes to her pussy, which was exactly what she intended.Over dinner Anne and George learned more about their new friends. It turned out that Jan was a Consultant Cardiologist in a major hospital in Utrecht, and Margrethe was an anaesthetist working in the same hospital. They had met when they were at Medical School, and had been married for 10 years, although they had no c***dren so far, having concentrated on advancing their careers. They had been drawn to each other when they discovered a shared interest in naturism, and had been introduced to a liberated sexual lifestyle by an older couple they had met on their honeymoon. In view of their positions in the hospital where their enjoyment of sharing with other sexually like minded couples would have caused disapproval, and maybe worse, they were very discrete about their lifestyle. They did not visit any of the many sex clubs to be found in Holland, preferring to swing in the comfort of their home with a limited number of carefully chosen friends. It was only when they were on holiday far from Holland and the risk of being discovered by people who knew them, that they let their hair down in more overtly licentious behaviour.Towards the end of the meal, Jan quietly tapped on his wine glass. “I would like to propose a toast,” he said, “to our new friends Anne and George.”After they had all raised their glasses to new friends, Jan continued, “Tomorrow Margrethe and I will be moving on, so we want to make tonight very special for you. Most of all, however, we wish you joy in the new lifestyle you have embarked on, and we are sure that you will find greater pleasure than you could have imagined as you explore the world of unfettered sexual expression free of the moralistic constraints of conventional society.”After coffee and mints, Margrethe suggested that they make their way over to the pool bar for after dinner liqueurs. “Once it starts to get dark,” she said, “things become much more exciting, and I have always found that relaxing over a drink watching beautiful young people having fun really gets me me in the right mood for a night of fucking.”Once they were settled by the pool with their drinks, George relaxed back in his chair, and sighed contentedly. Quite apart from the two beautiful women sitting on either side of him, both relaxedly displaying all their feminine delights to the world, there were, as Margrethe had said, many young men and women engaging in all kinds of overtly explicit sexual activity. His eye was particularly drawn to the two young women he had bornova escort bayan seen in the pool the day before. They were sitting on the edge of the pool, in obvious ecstasy from the oral attentions of two young men in the water below them.By now both George and Jan were sporting erections, helped by the little blue pills that they had taken about an hour earlier. Margrethe took George’s hand and placed it between her legs. “Feel how wet I am getting George,” she murmured seductively, “just right for your lovely thick penis, which will be sliding into my vagina very very soon. I have been so hot for you ever since I watched you and Anne making love last night, and I can hardly wait to feel you thrusting into me. It will be even more exciting watching Jan taking Anne again, I was so disappointed that I hadn’t been around to watch them, when Jan told me that they had been fucking in the shower this morning. It really makes me horny watching him fucking another woman, his cock sliding in and out between her labia and pumping his cum deep into her cunt.”It was a balmy summer night, and after the delicious meal they had enjoyed, not to mention the wine, it would have been easy to just sit back under the stars with their drinks, masturbating in a pleasantly leisurely way as they watched naked people fucking all around them. It was Anne who broke the spell, however, and roused them from their post prandial lethargy.Jumping up, she exclaimed, “Come on you three, it’s time to go, I will go mad if I don’t get fucked very soon, my cunt is aching for a cock, especially this one,” and leaning forward she grabbed hold of Jan’s rock-hard penis and gave it a none-to-gentle tug.Anne and Jan led the way back to the tents, both impatient to get on with the main business of the night. George and Margrethe followed, but at a rather more leisurely pace, stopping every so often to embrace, each kiss and caress fuelling their mounting excitement. By the time George arrived to unzip the awning and get the loungers out from where they were stowed beneath the tent, Anne was already on her knees on the grass, deep-throating Jan’s shaft, and feverishly sliding her fingers between her engorged lips into her sopping wet cunt. This sight of his wife in lost in the throes of unbridled lust turned him on even more, and his cock started to throb and twitch in time with his racing pulse.While his back was turned, Margrethe, unable to wait any longer, had lain down on the grass beside Anne, and was lasciviously holding her pussy lips apart like a common whore. “Come and fuck me now George,” she said, “forget the chairs, and come and put that magnificent weapon into my hot little hole. Look how wet I am.”George needed no further prompting, and taking his place between Margrethe’s thighs, plunged his cock deep into her in one swift thrust, and started fucking her with short, savage strokes. Taking George’s cue, Jan pulled out of Anne’s mouth, and pushing her back onto the ground to lie beside his wife, was soon matching George thrust for thrust, filling Anne with exquisite sensations beyond anything she had ever known before. She was beyond thought, lost in a world of utter bliss, orgasm after orgasm washing over her in waves, each peak higher than the last, mounting to crescendo of ineffable rapture.George was aroused in a way he had never experienced before. It seemed that it in shedding his clothes he had also broken free of the inhibitions of thousands of years of civilisation. For the first time in his life he was set free to enjoy his sexuality in a new and transcendent way. Everything that had gone before seemed pallid and insipid by comparison to this illicit and dangerous pleasure, which shattered all the petty rules of respectable behaviour., and the sensations coursing through his body seemed almost primal in their intensity.Seeing the faraway look in his eyes, Margrethe pulled him roughly down until his weight was resting on her breasts, “Stop thinking George,” she cried out, “and let yourself be carried away on a tide of lust. Just fuck me until I scream. I want to feel used. Fuck me harder, fill me with your hot cum, I want to feel it trickling down my arse-hole,” and she sucked his tongue hungrily into her mouth in a kiss of urgent desire, wrapping her legs around his back to pull him deeper into her hot wet hole.The crudeness of her words stimulated George to increase the urgency and rhythm of his thrusts, savagely possessing the tight cunt enveloping his shaft in raw a****l passion, while the vision of his wife with another man’s cock buried in her cunt, moaning and crying in wanton abandon, merely amplified his excitement.The climax of this orgy of rampant sexual passion was explosive in its ferocity. George and Jan ejaculated in unison, grunting and groaning in ecstasy, as their cocks erupted in huge torrents of liquid fire deep into the pulsating cunts of each other’s wife. For the next ten minutes or so, all that anyone looking in in this scene of delicious debauchery would have seen, was a heaving mass oftangled naked flesh, like something out of Boccaccio’s Decameron, where the exhausted couples had collapsed, overwhelmed by the intensity of their individual mind-blowing orgasms.Eventually the heap of flesh started to disentangle, as one by one a body extricated itself, to collapse lethargically on a lounger, still glowing in the aftermath of orgasmic euphoria.Margrethe cuddled up beside Anne, and kissed her gently on the lips. “My dear, it was so hot,” she murmured, your husband has a nice dick.”Anne had never thought of another woman in a sexual way, but there was something about the sensuous feel of Margrethe’s naked breasts next to hers, and the fingers tracing delicate patterns on her hip, which was exciting in a way that was subtly different from the arousal she experienced with George or Jan. She began to return Margrethe’s kisses, which became increasingly passionate, tongues probing and entwining in a sinuous dance of delight, as the two women abandoned themselves to the joys of all sapphic love. Over the previous two days, Anne had traveled so far from her former life as a respectable wife and mother, that she offered no resistance to this further step into a new world of carnality, and when she felt Margrethe’s insistent fingers tracing a path down her stomach, she parted her legs in willing surrender, to allow them unrestricted access to the fluttering heart of her pussy.”Mmm, dear Anne, you’re such a willing learner,” Margrethe whispered in Anne’s ear, “another day, I hope to take you much deeper into the wonderful world of lesbian love, but I think there are two dicks who are ready to fuck again, “and she looked over at George and John, who had been stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by their wives’ explicit display.Margrethe took her fingers out of Anne’s cunt, and sucked them. “You taste so nice,” she said, loud enough for the two men to hear, “but it is time for some more real fucking. This time we will be in charge — these men are so hasty. It is much better to ride on the edge of ecstasy as long as you can, the final climax is so much more satisfying,” and she took Anne by the hand and led her over to where Jan was lying.At first Anne was a little disappointed. In Margrethe’s expert hands she had been enjoying a long exquisite orgasm totally different in character from anything she had experienced before, and deep down she knew that she wanted to explore all female loving much further.Margrethe took charge, indicating to George that he should get up and place his lounger opposite Jan’s. “That way,” she said to him, “Anne and I can watch each other riding your dicks, and share our orgasms,” and to Anne, “just follow everything I do.”Unlike the earlier frenzied orgy, the next half and hour or so was more like an erotic ballet, each movement choreographed in a steady ascent from the gentle foothills of pleasure to the towering summits of infinite rapture. At first Margrethe and Anne rode slowly and deliberately, as in the opening lento of a great symphony, pleasure coming in waves like an expansive melody of great sweetness. Then came a short prestissimo movement, the sensations becoming more urgent and piercing, and finally the accelerando to a presto finale, the music swelling in a great crescendo to its triumphant conclusion in a tumult of overpowering majesty.To Anne it felt like the sea breaking on the shore of her senses, the waves of pleasure coming at times in rapid succession, then more slowly, the waters drawing back before crashing like a great breaker on the strand in a tumult of sensation. Inexorably she felt the tide of ecstasy rising higher and higher, finally overwhelming the walls of her consciousness to flood through her mind and body in a roaring tide of intense and unimagined joy.As the waves of their rapture receded, Anne and Margrethe fell back onto the recumbent bodies of their lovers, the overheated organs of their fulfilment slowly deflating, their tumescent work complete. The four lovers lay there outside of time, lost to the world in a blissful state of unthinking euphoria, luxuriating in the languorous glow of post orgasmic peace.The next morning, Margrethe and Jan called before leaving. They exchanged phone numbers and email addresses with George and Anne, promising to keep in touch and to let them know if they were likely to visit England. George and Anne stayed on at the site for another couple of days, mainly sightseeing and visiting a couple of vineyards, before continuing their holiday. They didn’t stop at any more nudist sites, but they both agreed that on future trips to the Continent they would definitely want to stay at similar sites if there were any in the vicinity of places that they wanted to visit. Very little was said about their sexual experiences, other than a mutual decision that they did not want to return to their old conventional lifestyle and looked forward eagerly to future naughty and enjoyable sexual adventures.

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