At the wrong cabin.

“Come in… Come in… make yourself at home; we were just deciding what to do this afternoon. It was a late night, and we’re not really in a beach mood.”

Sue, who greeted them, was a bubbly art student; Brad always thought she resembled Maud Harvey in the painting ‘Seduction’ by Falero. She had no idea who their new guests were, but instantly warmed to John with his big puppy eyes and sugar daddy appeal, which made her pussy tingle when she looked down at his plump, mature, flaccid cock. Sue gestured to the sofa, inviting them to sit. Nancy looked around the room trying to spot Jason as the unmistakable smell of weed filled her nose.

“We love this camp; being free to just be yourself is so wondrous, with no barriers and no judgements, just like-minded nudist people enjoying our bodies and others.” John thought it was an odd way for Sue to start a conversation.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Brad offered to be more accommodating to his guests.

“I am fine for the moment, but thank you.” Nancy’s eyes were drawn to the joint propped in the ashtray and she smiled to herself.

Sue leaned forward and picked up the oversized smoke. and took several deep drags before passing it to Brad. He was much older than Sue, with long, wavy shoulder-length hair and a lean, almost asexual appearance with no particular body definition, except for the meaty shaft that dominated the space between his slender thighs. John’s curiosity was aroused by the strange leather strap, which was fitted snugly around the base of his cock and balls.

“How do you know each other?” Nancy wasn’t sure if Sue was his daughter, given the age difference, but didn’t want to assume anything and had already forgotten about Jason.

“Brad’s my art teacher at college; we started dating after life class. The official model didn’t show, so he stepped in. That was the first time I really saw him; he opened my eyes, if you know what I mean!” Sue smiled, glancing across the room at Brad, remembering the first time she saw his impressive cock.

“We came here last year with our daughter Sally and couldn’t wait to return. I know what you mean about the lifestyle; there’s just something electric in the air.” Nancy leaned back, relaxing.

“It was Sue’s idea to visit. She really wanted to experience being a naturist among other like-minded people, free from all inhibitions – well, nudists.” Brad exhaled a cloud of smoke that snaked toward the ceiling.

“I know just what you mean. This place does something to you; it's certainly very steamy too, especially in the shower block, right, Brad?" Nancy smiled knowingly as she eyed the leather strap around Brad's hefty cock and balls.

“When did you arrive?” John noticed Sue’s body was still a milky shade of white.

“Two days ago, well… technically two nights and one day. Today is our second.”

Brad handed the spliff over like a symbolic peace pipe; it would serve to break down all barriers, and this particular ‘Mr Treize’ strain was known for its libido-enhancing properties. John looked at Nancy and shrugged his shoulders; he’d never smoked before, but he was on holiday and open to trying anything, at least once. Brad sensed his apprehension and nodded with a big smile full of encouragement.

"Free your mind, be one with your body. Become your own art. Trust me.” Brad’s velvet baritone voice sent a shiver down John's spine; he was lost in Brad’s dilated crystal-green eyes that sparked like emeralds in the light. There was something highly sexual about Brad; he was so alluring and compelling.

Next, he’ll be saying, 'Make love, not war,’ though I wouldn't mind that. John thought as he watched Sue slouch back in her seat casually. Not caring that her deep pink pussy lips were on display between her widely parted thighs.

Brad was clearly already under the influence, as he continued enthusiastically talking about the body being a form of art. Normally, John would have switched off to this hippy kind of nonsense, but there was a strong magnetism which kept him and Nancy hanging on Brad’s every word; like a starship caught in a tractor beam, John and Nancy found themselves irresistibly drawn closer and closer to his mesmerising aura.

John closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect as he took a deep drag, drawing in the smoke, filling his lungs, oblivious to the effect it would soon have on his body. He held the smoke in for as long as he could manage before curling forward and coughing it out, much to Sue’s amusement. Nancy fared better, having tried weed previously; she took several long puffs and felt a wave of relaxation wash through her body. Instantly, she became self-aware, in tune with every nerve ending and beat of her heart. She felt her nipples throbbing as they stiffened.

“This stuff is potent; it makes me SOOOO… hypersexual.” Sue trailed a finger down her body to her pussy.

“I don’t know about you, Nancy, but there are times when I just need sex, raw relief; it’s so exhilarating. Yesterday blew my mind: so many lovers, more in one day than I had all year. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected being a nudist would be like this.”

“Making love is a beautiful thing, but I understand what you mean. Everywhere you look, you see cocks and pussy, which doesn’t help. I am constantly aroused; sometimes all you crave is a big hard cock or two.” Nancy giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

“We masturbated and had sex all day yesterday; I just can’t stop myself. The more I have, the more I want.” Sue was fingering her pussy deeply.

“The bigger the better, right, Nancy? John was looking at Brad's impressive cock longingly.

“What did you two lovebirds get up to then?” Nancy asked, sliding a hand between her legs. As Sue recalled the horny details of their previous day.

Brad's and Sue’s first day at Camp Natural.

Sue woke early, keen to explore the camp. They had arrived late the previous night and were too tired from the long drive to make the most of their evening; after several glasses of wine they were out for the count. Sue stirred as the sun beamed through the window and saw several naked people walk past their cabin, which initially startled her until she remembered where she was. Brad was still sound asleep but sporting his usual morning wood, which was too tempting for Sue to ignore. She loved waking him with a sensual blowjob. Brad slowly came to, moaning softly as Sue’s tender lips and tongue explored his engorged shaft. Brad soon shot his massive load in Sue's mouth as she slurped it down her throat.

“Morning, sleepyhead. So what do you want to do today? We could go and explore the camp. See where everything is. Maybe a stroll along the beach too?” Sue was eager to experience being naked outside.

“We should stop at the shop first and pick up a few essentials.” Brad fell back on the pillow, rubbing his eyes.

After a quick shower and a trip to the on-camp supermarket, they were ready to explore. Sue couldn’t keep her eyes off all the cocks; she was fascinated by the different shapes and sizes as they flapped around, some even semi-erect, which made Sue very wet. Once the shopping had been put away, Sue grabbed her big straw hat and posed like Marilyn Monroe from the ‘Seven Year Itch’ poster.

“How do I look, babe?” Sue gyrated her hips provocatively, pouting her lips for Brad.

“Like a nubile goddess. I better get dressed too.” Brad slipped the leather cock ring around his balls and shaft. “How do I look?”

“So hot, I could make love with you all day; God, I am so horny already.”

Sue grabbed Brad’s hand and led him out of the cabin, knowing if she waited any longer she’d be all over his body. As they strolled through the camp, several people stopped to say hello and gave useful advice about the various areas of the camp and what to expect. The beach to the left was for relaxation and chilling, and those who were more adventurous could find what they were looking for along dunes by the woods; the furthest section of the dunes was exclusively for men or bisexual couples.

“Let’s take a look at the dunes; that sounds like it might be a lot of fun. The furthest section, that’s where we should go.” Sue’s eyes sparkled as she kissed Brad softly on his lips.

It had just turned ten in the morning; the beach was still sparsely populated. They passed a few couples enjoying the sun as they strolled slowly along golden sand. Approaching the line of the woods, they ascended a small bank of sand and spotted a man on the other side in a clearing of tufty beach grass. Sue paused in her tracks at the sight before her.

“Jesus, Brad, look, that guy is rock hard. Is that weed I can smell?” She whispered, not wanting to disturb him or the wonderful view.

A bronzed man in his late fifties with white hair was perched against the slope of sand, legs akimbo, openly flaunting an impressive erection. He took a puff on his spliff, then looked down at his hard cock as it flexed, increasing in size, drawing in a deep breath through his pursed lips; the sound was like steam releasing from a boiler pressure valve. He groaned softly, exhaling deeply as his dopamine and oxytocin levels shot into the red on his own gauge, engulfed totally in self-pleasure, unaware that Brad and Sue were watching.

Sue noticed Brad's cock responding; he was swelling rapidly as they watched the narcissistic display. The man rocked his hips and seemed almost hypnotised by his python as it danced before his eyes. Brad felt a wave of excitement race through his body as he stood watching his own python charmed by the carefree abandonment he was witnessing. Sue smiled as her pussy flooded; being a nudist was far more exciting than she had imagined.

“It is… He’s smoking weed; I wonder if he has any to spare.” The bronzed man suddenly became aware of their presence and smiled sweetly at Brad’s proud display of his manhood.

Slowly, they approached. “Bon jour. Mind if we join you? Such a fabulous day to be a naturist.” Sue couldn’t keep her eyes off his throbbing cock. She had always preferred older, more mature men.

“You mean nudist, accepting the beauty of naked bodies in nature?” He paused for a moment, studying their bodies lustfully.

“Naturists will argue that being without clothes should be a non-sexual experience; arousal is frowned upon and not socially accepted as part of their lifestyle.”

“The sight of an aroused penis is certainly a beauty to behold, am I right, Sue?” Brad said as he flexed his erection, feeling very turned on.

Brad and Sue sat as they listened on. "We are made to be sexual, to procreate and reproduce; sex is what defines us as humans. We should not be ashamed or have to hide our displays of arousal. It's the most natural thing in the world.” He passed the spliff to Sue.

“I’d never really thought about it before, but I agree. Anyway, I prefer them hard; they look so much nicer that way.” Sue took a deep drag and passed the smoke to Brad.

“If I become aroused, which is inevitable by the way, then so be it. Shouldn't a naturist take that as a compliment?” Brad lay back with his bulging, hard cock pointing to the sky, enjoying the looks of admiration.

“Absolutely, and what a compliment too.” The man gazed at Brad’s magnificent pole with a twinkle in his eyes; the blood restrained by the tight leather strap made the veins along Brad's long, fat cock bulge and throb.

Sue watched as the man leaned over and took Brad’s cock into his mouth. She'd never seen a man suck another man before and was surprised by how excited it made her. She was mesmerised as he licked and sucked Brad so expertly; she even learnt a few new techniques. The weed had kicked in; Sue felt exceptionally horny, parting her legs wide and masturbating as she watched. Unable to hold back any further, Sue leaned over and took the guy's cock in her mouth and went to work.

“Your cock is so wonderful; Cathy would be so jealous right now.” Frank cupped the back of Sue’s head as it bobbed back and forth and took a moment to eye Brad’s huge python as it waved heavily with the slightest of movement.

“Oh yes, suck it deeper; that’s so good.” Brad’s eyes rolled as Frank worked his magic.

Brad’s breathing became heavy and laboured as his hips bucked; Sue, sensing his imminent release, quickly moved round to join Frank. They sucked and licked in unison until Brad finally exploded ropes of cum into their greedy mouths. Sue then went back down on the guy, dribbling Brad’s sperm over his shaft. Brad joined Sue, returning the pleasure. Together they worshipped Frank’s cock, edging him, taking turns to share, driving him wild with delight until Frank finally released, grunting loudly with each fierce blast. Sue had never been so turned on; sucking a cock with Brad and seeing how greedily he feasted caused her pussy to flood continuously; she was eager to cum too.

They locked in a cum kiss, sharing the salty seed that had erupted between their gobbling mouths; their tongues snaked and slathered. Sue was a cum queen; she loved watching guys shoot their loads over her body, jerking off cocks, sucking them and swallowing, which was why Brad was so special, a repeater who always shot huge, heavy loads. They lay relaxing; Sue carried on toying with her pussy idly, enjoying the freedom and exhibitionist thrill of wanking in public as several men passed, gazing between her legs, which brought her to a juddering climax.

“That was amazing; I haven't been blown like that for a long time. My balls are completely drained.” Frank flopped back, spent.

“Where did you get the weed? It's pretty good stuff.” Sue asked.

“I have some back in the cabin that I’d be happy to share; we get it from Mr Trieze, well… it’s actually my wife who earns it.”

“Free weed? I think I need to meet this Mr Trieze myself.” He laughed; Sue had no idea that Mr Trieze was a hulking black man with a thirteen-inch member who preferred chubby, mature women who craved huge cocks.

“Frank, by the way, nice to meet you. Drop by anytime. Cabin B6.”

“Will do… We are in C1 if you’re passing.”

Brad and Sue left Frank sprawled on his back, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock, coaxing it back to life.

“Where to next?”

“I could do with a shower; I’ve got sand in my ass. Let’s try the communal showers; I’ll let you wash me if you’re a good boy.” Sue giggled.

Meanwhile, in cabin C1.

Sue was panting heavily, her fingers plunging her depths as she recalled the previous day's activities, enjoying being the centre of attention.

“Mmmm, that sounds like it was so much fun; I can’t wait to hear what happened in the showers.” Nancy's fingers matched Sue’s pace as she fingered her slit.

“Brad is the most amazing lover in the world; I think he must be the reincarnation of Casanova. What makes our love so special is the freedom to act on our urges.”

Sue felt euphoric, womanly, and overtly sexual as a narcissistic rush flooded her body; her pussy ignited into a blazing inferno as her pulse throbbed like the bass of a tune in a nightclub. She wanted to be objectified and gushed as John’s half-closed eyes slowly traced her contours; his nostrils flared like a stallion in heat. Feeling sublime and uncontrollably aroused, his eyes danced between Sue’s gaping pussy and Brad’s delicious cock.

”How do you act on your urges, Sue?” Nancy took a deep, seductive puff, tracing her lips with her tongue almost as if trying to seduce Sue.

“Well… in the shower block, I got fucked by three men and then Brad.”

Brad sat relaxed with his thighs wide apart; he ran a finger slowly downward along his shaft, encouraging the anaconda to stir. The blood filled his girthy shaft, forcing it upward in short jerks. Slowly, the foreskin peeled back over the swollen head; all eyes were fixed on his impressive cock as it dominated the room, standing flawless and magnificent for the admiring eyes.

My goodness, what a stallion. Nancy suddenly realised just how badly she wanted Brad to make love to her.

“There was this sweet old guy; he got an erection watching Brad soaping my breasts. I got so horny and rubbed my soapy butt onto his cock; he bent me forward and took me from behind.”

John and Nancy now understood why Brad was wearing the leather strap: the blood flow was constricted; his totally engorged cock had ballooned to a point where it looked as if it might burst. Multiple snaking, swollen veins stood proud like forking roads on a 3D contoured map. His shiny purple helmet crowned the regal sceptre as his swollen, hefty orbs dangled in their strained sack.

“That is the most beautiful erection I have ever seen.” Nancy cooed, pupils dilated fully as she drooled in wonder at the fabulous display.

Brad’s bulbospongiosus muscle was very pronounced along the underside of his shaft, forming a long, powerful ridge that made it obvious his phallus was designed for one purpose only: to provide ultimate gratification by invading, plunging, ravaging, and owning its lovers, leaving in its wake a quivering, spent body that only craved more, needed more and more of his cock.

“I suddenly felt more hands soaping my body as two more cocks pressed up against me. Then I kind of turned into a sex-crazed whore.” Sue stood and walked over to Brad.

“Mmmm, how exciting; I think I might have to visit the ablutions block myself.” Nancy and John watched as Sue...