I had always been intrigued by the looks of men on my skin. This always made me horny. Then I discovered a small ad: Nice, small, intimate nudist campsite with few pitches. But all the more fun. - There was no address, only a phone number. I became curious. I searched for more information on the internet. I found a few pictures with a whirlpool, a small swimming pool, a kiosk, and lots of forest. The comments from former visitors were only positive, but also very arousing for me.

It seemed like there was a lot of sex going on there. Why not, I thought, I could use a good fuck again. And it seemed very active there, judging by the comments. So I called and Paul, the owner of the site, was very nice on the phone. He explained a lot to me and as I got more and more nervous and horny, I agreed. Then I got the address. Four days later, it was time for the vacation.

I packed everything I needed into my camper van and set off. After three hours of driving, I arrived there, parked my car next to the entrance, and checked in. Paul came smiling towards me, around 60 years old, barely taller than me, with a small belly, a bald head, and a firm cock hanging between his legs. He greeted me kindly. His son Klaus, in his early thirties, tall, strong, and with a big cock. I felt myself getting wet at the sight of the two of them.

Klaus drove with me to my pitch and helped me set up the awning. He explained a few things about the campsite to me. When he was done, he invited me for a welcoming beer at the kiosk in the evening. After setting up the table and chair, I undressed, took my towel, and went to the washroom. I wanted to shower and freshen up before heading to the kiosk. I was just drying off when the door opened and Bob, as he introduced himself, came in.

A nearly two-meter tall, dark-skinned man, with a toned body and a huge cock. My pussy got wet and nervous at the sight of him. We exchanged a few words, and as he left, he lightly slapped my butt. I wanted to tell him to continue, but I didn't want to come off as too eager on the first day. When I arrived at the kiosk, Paul waved to me. A few empty tables stood under a canopy, I was the only one there, so I chose a spot.

Paul came towards me with two glasses of beer, placed one on the table. We toasted and he explained to me that only a few regular visitors were there until the weekend. At the moment, there were only a few men here. Paul stood behind me and started to gently massage my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hands. He was a very good masseur. I felt myself slowly relaxing.

Suddenly, his hands slid down to my breasts and he continued to massage there. I got a slight shiver. When Paul squeezed and twisted my nipples, I started moaning. My eyes were still closed. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my lips, I opened my mouth slightly and we passionately kissed. Our tongues greedily played with each other. I stroked his butt and with my hand, I reached his buttock cleft.

A hand slowly moved towards my pussy. I spread my legs, wanting him to touch my pleasure cave. With his hand, Paul slowly ran through the gap while we kissed again. He inserted two fingers into my wet cave and lightly fucked me with them. He took his fingers out, licked one finger and offered me the other finger in my mouth.

I eagerly sucked on the finger. Paul sat on the chair next to me and we finished our beers. Paul kept on stroking my tits or my pussy. I was very horny and would have loved to let him fuck me hard right away. But Paul wanted me to wait. I jerked his now hard cock. But after a few minutes, he wanted me to take a short break, or he would end up cumming right there at the table.

But he wanted to fuck me later. In between, Klaus brought us new beers. After the beer, my bladder was full. Paul showed me the way to the toilet, which was located between the kiosk and the cinema room. There was a shower, sink, urinal, toilet, and even a bidet. But there was no key to lock the door. I had just sat down when Paul came in and started peeing in the urinal. "You can go on peeing. I don't mind if we watch each other," he said. The alcohol had already gone to my head and I had become a bit more uninhibited.

So I didn't mind that I wasn't alone. On the way back, Paul wanted to show me the cinema room. He opened the door and you immediately had a view of the screen. There was a porn movie playing. I looked around. There was a large, wide couch in front, and in one corner, a gynecologist's chair, in the other corner, a table. Next to it, a shelf with handcuffs, a whip, dildos, and more. Bob was sitting on the couch, masturbating to the movie. Now, with his cock fully erect, it was estimated to be 25x6.

At the sight, my cave tingled again. Paul asked me to sit on the chair. He wanted to take a good look at my pussy. I sat down, put my legs in the stirrups. Being so exposed appealed to me, I became hornier and hornier, my juices flowed out of me. Paul began to spread my labia apart and with his fingers, he explored and massaged everything, and fucked me with his fingers. I moaned loudly, realizing that an orgasm was coming. Paul nibbled on my clit with his teeth, sucking on it.

I became more restless and louder. Bob had joined us and watched, while also fondling my tits. With firm thrusts, he rammed into my cave. I tried to keep the cock tight with my muscles, wanting to feel it long and deep inside me. After some quick and firm thrusts, he pulled his cock out and ejaculated on my belly.

I also came and squirted my juice. I hadn't recovered yet when Bob stuck his huge ham into me. I felt him hitting my cervix. I screamed briefly and loudly, but Bob fucked me with increasingly strong thrusts. I had my next orgasm. Bob kept going, getting faster. But he too had a powerful orgasm, he ejaculated his warm juice into me. Then he slowly pulled out his hammer. Cum and pussy juice dripped out of me, but I was still horny. Bob licked my pussy clean with his equally long tongue, sticking his tongue into my cave. It made me come again.

Bob also stopped licking me, which I found very sad. Paul and Bob left me sitting on the chair and went outside. After a few minutes of rest, I stood up with trembling knees and disappeared under the shower first. When I went to the kiosk afterwards, Paul grinned at me and asked if I had enjoyed it. When I nodded, he just said that from now on, I would always have to spread my legs. And that there were only horny men here who also want to fuck multiple times a day. And I would definitely get my money's worth. Then he pulled me onto the bench, fumbling around with me again. After a few minutes, three more men came to our table and saw how Heinz was fondling my nipples and my pussy.