Twins Janet and John were the offspring of unassuming parents who had hastily married after it was discovered that unprotected sex had consequences. The parents were not the brightest people, they had little ambition in life, possessed no imagination (hence the simplicity in their naming) but, against the odds, had home-schooled and successfully guided their equally innocent progeny through a childhood that was blissfully free from stress or drama. Whilst they would not have regarded themselves as being over-protective they did their best not allow the affairs of the world outside of the ****** home to trouble them in their lives on the little small-holding out in the country.
However, whilst the parents were exceedingly dull, not very active due to being somewhat overweight, Janet and John within their small world, their 'bubble', lived a life full of adventure and discovery which, to their credit, the parents tried to accommodate and to answer the endless questions as best they could … which wasn't always successful in satisfying the young enquiring minds given that the parents really didn't know much at all (and at the time of this tale, the internet had yet to be invented).
For instance, when Janet was helping her mother put a away fresh laundry she discovered in her mummy's Knicker drawer a curious white plastic object that looked just like an anaemic banana. She was surprised and intrigued when she rotated the knurled bit at the end that the thing hummed and trembled in her hand. She swiftly turned it off and returned it to its resting place but her curiosity was such that she just had to ask her mother whatever was it that she had found.
Mother, to her credit, did not shy away from giving an answer and told her ******** that it was something that 'Uncle Harold had purchased in a shop for surgical appliances' and had thought it might be a help in 'providing relief from internal disorders'. The package had said, "… it was a 'lady massager' and the instructions that came with it advised it was to be used to help ladies ease away the aches and pains that happened around, as her mother called it, their 'front bum'.
Janet wasn't entirely convinced by the explanation and asked to see how it worked. Mother gave a sigh, picked it up and without removing any clothing held and stroked the humming vibrator over and around the front of her skirt just where her 'front bum' was located. She said that the best time to use it was just after having a bath but warned "… when using it, a lady should be careful not to let it slip inside the 'lady lips' … or it will make you feel queer ..!" Her ******** was not totally satisfied with this as an answer and on many subsequent occasions (when mother was not around) she experimented and discovered it did indeed make her 'feel queer'.
John, likewise had his own 'puzzlements' that his father did his best to answer not least of which was how his 'Willie' as he grew older seemed to have a mind of its own and kept swelling up uninvited. *** mumbled his way through a not-too-accurate explanation of how 'these things happen' but added little more. It was Uncle Harold who was a bit more forthcoming when he said that it was 'OK (when no-one was looking) to give it a rub which usually made it 'go away'. Uncle Harold also advised that he found that looking at the ladies underwear pages in the Mail Order catalogues that regularly appeared through the letter box was a great help in 'providing relief'. John was initially unsure about this but had to admit as the years went by that the advice was sound.
Another thing that was a feature throughout their childhood was the frequent and regular presence of Uncle Harold in their household. Uncle Harold was their father's brother and often 'visited to help with chores that hapless father was incapable of doing'. The visits were usually made during the day when father was known to be 'out at work' and it also became the thing that they would be told to likewise to go out, play and 'have an adventure' so that 'Uncle could work undisturbed'. They never questioned the reasons why or that the work that Uncle Harold was invited to carry out was usually upstairs in their parent's bedroom and had to be supervised by their mother. Indeed, the nature of his visits became so routine that it was a second nature to them that as they grew older and left childish games behind that they would take the opportunity to willing go off into town to carry out errands for mother in order for Uncle Harold to continue with his essentials repairs without having them around to distract him.
So it was that their childhood passed by on a voyage of discovery that took them through their teenage years into being young adults and all the while being untroubled by complications such as romance and affection outside of the ****** unit. Indeed, why would they when they were content with each others' company and really didn't feel the need to look elsewhere.
However, that's not to say that the two youngsters lost their sense of curiosity of what was going on in the world beyond the part in which they lived. Magazines and newspapers hinted there was more fun to be had beyond the mindset of their parents. It was Uncle Harold who was more worldly-wise that suggested that once they hit the ripe old age of adulthood (18) that they ought to follow his example and gather experiences (Harold had been a soldier in the recent war) and to venture further afield than just the country in which they had had the good fortune to be born.
The idea struck a chord and so the decision was made that for the annual two-week summer holiday they would desert their parents and venture further afield than the usual bucket-and-spade beach destination. The twins decided that they would become very adventurous, take advantage of the new phenomena of charter flights and go to Europe and spend their fortnight in a tent they intended to take with them as the main item of luggage.
Brochures were obtained and examined and after a great deal of research it was decided that the South of France was to be the destination for their adventure. The parents were sufficiently stuck in their old-fashioned mindset to decline the invitation to go with them and so for the first time the twins ventured forth without the guidance or restraints of a Mum and *** to tell them what to do.
However, that was not to say that Mum and *** didn't relinquish their parental responsibilities entirely, within the limitations of their own lack of experience they advised their off-spring to be very aware that they were travelling to a different part of the world, a country where folks most probably had their own ways of doing things; that they should be mindful of not offending their hosts or the people they met when they travelled around … and to be wary of eating foreign food and, oh yes, best not to pet any animals they might encounter. Uncle Harold added a final thought that, "just think of all those new words you'll learn in another language, just fancy, you'll be coming home speaking real France-like.".
The excited youngsters set out on their journey after getting a few more last minute tips and instructions from their unworldly parents and more specific advice from Uncle Harold that it was OK to eat the food but to avoid the water and only drink alcohol.
It was a few hours later with evening approaching that they arrived at a small regional airport in the South of France with little idea other than finding a campsite where they could pitch the small ridge tent that together with two rucksacks comprised their luggage. They had a map which indicated the direction on the Mediterranean coast where one could be found and they were pleasantly surprised at the ease at which their outstretched thumbs caused a passing farmer and his tractor and trailer to stop.
John held up the map and pointed to the dot that identified the destination. The farmer gave a non-committal grunt and let them climb aboard but was insistent that Janet ride with him in the cab while John took care of their luggage in the trailer. Given that none spoke the other's language all negotiation was successfully conducted by hand signals and facial expressions but Janet later reported that she was unsure what the farmer was trying to convey when he continually attempted to put his hand between her legs and up the short skirt she was wearing as they trundled along the rough road toward the campsite. John supposed that the farmer was just concerned that she needed a steadying hold so that she didn't slip.
It was completely dark when the farmer dropped them at the gate to the campground where a note on the door of a small hut advised in different languages (including English) that late arrivals should find themselves a plot and do the check-in and registration the following morning. So they did just that and under a starlit sky stumbled their way through the scented Pine and Parasol trees, past camper wagons, large canvas mansions, smaller trailer tents and all manner of canvas creations to find an empty patch of ground to pitch the two-man ridge tent that was to be their home for the next two weeks.
After a struggle they succeeded in erecting their shelter, inflated the air mattress and then they fell into the sleep of the innocent through till next morning when the rising sun told them it was time wake up and begin their holiday.
Janet was first to arise and telling her slumbering brother that she needed to find the toilet facilities she left him to attend to that troublesome Willie that had swollen up once more through his sleep. Usually she would have helped him but her own needs were too pressing for her to linger.
It was a few minutes later as he lay there contemplating his new situation that Janet suddenly pulled the flap of the tent aside and gabbled, "John, there must be some mistake … are you sure we are in the right place."
John, slightly alarmed by her wild appearance, took his hand off his cock and said, "Why, whatever is the matter?"
"The sun shining on the tent woke me up early and I needed the toilet so I thought I would get up and go and have a shower. You'll never guess what I found, when I got to the wash block there were both women and men in there. There wasn't separate places, it was all open and, get this, they were all absolutely naked!"
John was momentarily taken aback and shared her astonishment. He pondered a moment whilst he sought to find an answer (which didn't sound very convincing), he said, "Well, like Mother and Father said, this is the Continent. Perhaps this is what people do when they wash on their holidays here; I mean, they are the foreigners after all."
"No, it's not just in the wash block that people are naked, it's everywhere, no one has any clothes on at all outside either, they all seemed to be the same age as our parents and they are all completely starkers!"
He pondered some more as he absorbed this information but then the vision of naked middle-aged people (who of they were anything like his parents, had rolls of saggy flesh on display) put a dampener on any erotic thoughts and his morning erection deflated.
"I had better go and investigate," he said wondering if that if by chance they had stumbled on a naturist site. He was vaguely aware and had read somewhere that naturism was more common in France but hadn't seriously taken that into account as being factor when planning their camping holiday.
As he struggled to extract himself from his sleeping bag Janet added, "It's not just old people. There are young people, teenagers and most of them looked very fit … " she paused, and giggled, "… and I saw lots of nice willies!"
This shocked John, as back home Janet had tended to be rather conservative and although she had no qualms about giving him a helping hand from time-to-time, she was not of a mind to use such words.
He gave a final ponder, "I will go have a look for myself but perhaps I might be overdressed."
As he slipped off his pyjamas he said, "Why don't you get the stove going, make a pot of tea, while I go have a shower and brush my teeth. Afterwards I'll go to the office to check us in and pay the campsite fees,."
An hour or so later, John returned and told Janet what he had found out.
"You are right, this is the naturist site. The lady said that there is a normal campsite on the other side of the road, we just didn't see the sign in the dark last night. She said it is also an adults only site and as far as I could understand, adult activities are tolerated, within reason."
"What did she mean, 'adult activities', what kind of activities?" Janet said, somewhat confused.
"Well, from the sign in the office and from what she said, we might see some acts of a sexual nature around the pool or in other areas. At least that is what I gathered."
"I did think that maybe we should pack up and go across the road to the other, the ****** 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 turning into an adventure. What do you think?"
Janet giggled, "John, you are very naughty, what do you think Mummy and Daddy would say if they knew the sort of place where we had ended up? And, what about you, aren't you worried that I might enjoy looking at all those other young men, and their, mmm, nice young willies."
John laughed at her response, "Who's being naughty now. What about the girls, don't you think that I might get some pleasure from looking at firm young titties and other bits?"
"Bits? You old pervert, you mean their front bums, you mean pussies, I read somewhere that is what girls call it, pussies is what you mean. You want to look at girls' pussies. That's why you want to stay, pervert!"
She stopped talking long enough to deliberately take off her own pyjamas before saying, "Well if people, especially men, are going to be looking at me, I'd better tidy myself up a bit. Mummy said one must always make oneself presentable. I suppose that means even if one is naked."
"Now that's more like it, now you're talking. Tell you what, why don't we both tidy ourselves up a bit. I noticed that hardly anyone I saw had much hair on their bodies. Why don't you trim off the hair on your pussy and I'll do the same and give my willy and balls a shave. That way we shall look much like all the others ... it's so much neater … " He shook out a box of cornflakes into their bowls and added, " … I mean, who wants pubic hair in their breakfast?!"
An hour later, using a combination of John's razor and Janet's nail scissors, their transformation was complete and they stepped away from their tent naked and blatantly set out to explore the campsite, to enjoy the new sensation of being looked at by others and, even more, looking at the delights on show all around them. Their new adventure had truly begun, a life of freedom, and ultimately, to the pleasures of the flesh.
As they wandered around, John noticed that most people had little bags on cords slung round their necks which he guessed was where you carried your money and other essentials. That seemed like a good idea so they both found the campsite shop where there was a good selection of bags on sale and soon they were 'dressed' like everyone else. They also found that there was a restaurant with an interesting choice of dishes ('foreign food' as Mummy would have said) as well as a bar. They made a reservation for that evening.
Moving on, they came to the swimming pool and as it had become rather warm decided to have a dip. They had a swim in the cold water and after they found themselves a couple of vacant poolside loungers where John laid out two complimentary towels for them to lay their wet bodies. He looked around warily to see if anyone was taking notice of them but seeing nothing untoward he settled back and he and Janet tried to become more comfortable with their being naked in public. He was amused to see at first how she kept her legs firmly together but with the sun beaming down she soon started to relax and before long her freshly trimmed pussy was on full display the sight of which caused him to become unexpectedly aroused.
He became even more excited when he realised that she was unconcerned that he and others were now looking at her and that she was beginning to enjoy the obvious stares of other men at her body. She looked over toward them and was amused to see some were sporting erections. For her part, she found it flattering that men should be thinking of her as being sexually desirable.
John's attention was taken by two very pretty girls who paused to whisper to each other as they made their way to the pool. Both were shaven bare and one had very prominent pussy lips, inner labia, which caught his eye and something that he secretly found exciting. Although he tried not to stare, she spread her legs a little wider which gave him an even better view and when she realized he was looking at her, she smiled and casually stroked her mound, looking and nodding pointedly at his erect cock.
And so it began. Everyone around seemed to have no inhibitions about their nakedness and John guessed this must be a taste of the 'adult activities' that the sign in the office was referred to. He looked further to see that around the pool and on the grassy areas there were people of all shapes and sizes which was more evident when they walked around and he allowed himself the conceit that in comparison he didn't look too bad.
In fact he was rather proud of his body, which in his opinion compared quite favourably with many of the other men there, including the older and more mature ones. At first he had tried not to get an erection but as it seemed nobody else was offended he gave up the struggle and he was rewarded by interested looks from several ladies who passed by their loungers, including the pretty girl with the interesting pussy with the prominent lips.
On the other side of the pool a couple who Janet suspected had been taking a particular interest in them looked their way once more and then without any qualms whatever the woman turned to her man and deliberately took hold of his stiffening cock and began to stroke him. Janet nudged John and whispered, "Do you see what that couple over there are doing … is that allowed?"
John who had been dozing opened his eyes and focussed. "Hm, I suppose so. Nobody else seems to be concerned." And he was right, other folks around didn't seem to think anything untoward was happening as they continued with their sunbathing, reading or whatever. Soon the woman had teased her partner's cock to a full erection and was now blatantly masturbating him. Janet, even from that distance was sure that she could see the head was quite shiny with that pre-cum stuff that she knew happened when her brother did the same. The woman then leaned over and lowered her head to take the shiny knob into her mouth. It was the most exciting thing Janet had ever seen and it confirmed what her parents and Uncle Harold had said, that they do things differently 'over there' and that she should be respectful of the culture in France.
"Would you like me to do that to you John? I mean, it seems as if it's an OK thing to do here."
John didn't answer, he laid back and let his erect cock point skywards. Janet got off her lounger and came and knelt between his legs, took the head of his cock in her mouth and, just like she had sometimes done at home, began to caress his balls with one hand whilst squeezing her breasts with the other. Very soon John was in seventh heaven, this really was so much more exciting than when they did this in the seclusion of their bedroom at home not least of which knowing that other people might be seeing them do it. He looked around and then down at his sister's head as she bobbed up and down on his very hard cock, the sensations radiating up into his body and down his legs were amazing and he felt more turned on than for many years but still felt very self-conscious.
"Janet, if you keep that up I am going to squirt very soon and I would rather like to save it and ejaculate inside your delicious front bum and to feel you cumming with me. I really don't want to be doing that here. Can we go back to the tent and have that happy ending together, that would be the perfect end to a perfect morning."
Janet stopped sucking him, lifted her head, gave him a grin. "Oh yes, my shy little brother, it would indeed be perfect."
They hastily got up off the loungers, rearranged the towels so as to let people know they would be returning, and quickly made their way back to the tent.
As soon as they got there Janet pushed him inside and told him to lay on his back. His erect cock wet with her saliva pointed upward just like a tent pole and without any hesitation she straddled him. Leaning forwards to brush her breasts against his chest, she gave him a sisterly kiss before darting her tongue in and out of his mouth, biting his lips and licking him on his nose and chin. She reached down and took hold of his cock and pressed it between her own puffy lips, sliding it up and down along her slit, and rubbing the head against her clitty. They were both gratified to discover 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 pussy, and for the very first time in their lives she instinctively slid down until he was fully embedded inside her hot velvety vagina. He gasped as the cheeks of her bum came to rest on his balls but soon forgot the shock as she then started to fuck him in earnest, riding up and down his cock faster and faster whilst vigorously rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her hard and protruding nipples with the other.
Totally abandoned to pleasure, their moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent and radiated out beyond the open flaps. They were so absorbed in their passion that they didn't notice that they had attracted the attention of another couple, the couple who had been across the pool from them earlier; the couple who had been indulging in oral sex.
Janet and John were both totally consumed by their mounting ecstasy and their orgasms came almost simultaneously as John pumped copious amounts of cum deep inside his sister's cunt. She collapsed in a heap on top of him and they both came down from their climax in a state of utter bliss. John heard a noise and looked up and caught sight of a tall young woman with tight blonde curls standing just inside the entrance to their tent. She had her legs apart and was plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy. Standing just behind her and to one side was an equally tall man, vigorously wanking his cock.
"Don't mind us," the young woman said in accent that sounded strange to their ears, "I'm Beatrice and this is my husband Harald. I am thinking you must be from England, we're from Holland and we are on the pitch next to you, with the motorbike. We saw you looking at us by the pool and when you left we thought that you must be coming back to your tent for the fucking. We like watching other people fuck and just had to watch you. That was very beautiful, and so exciting," 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," Beatrice continued, still finger-fucking herself with a total lack of self-consciousness.
"Erm, yes," John replied weakly, "erm, that would be very nice. In fact it would be most exciting and what a strange coincidence that you are called Harold, we have an Uncle Harold back home."
The man spoke, "Ya, but I'm thinking you English spell the name differently. Perhaps you might have seen your Harold fuck, Ya?"
"We've never watched anyone fuck before, in fact we've never done anything like this before, everything here is so strange to us and we so much want to fit in, so yes, we would like that very much."
"Oh goody," Beatrice squealed who straightaway got down on her hands and leaned forward to rest her hands on John's thighs. Harald knelt behind her and immediately rammed his stiff cock deep into her cunt; Janet kind of scooted up to straddle and sit on her brother's chest.
Beatrice was anything but restrained in her fucking, and screamed with pleasure in phase 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 spread across her neck and breasts as she felt Harald spurting his cum into her. Finally satiated, she slumped forward against Janet's back, as she came back to earth from her orgasm.
Harald stood up and with his softening cock dribbling the residue of his orgasm he helped his wife to her feet. She slumped into a chair, legs apart and they could all see the cum running out of her pussy onto the canvas seat.
"Oh, that was so exciting," Beatrice sighed, "thank you for sharing with us." She saw that John was transfixed by the sight of her wet vagina. She asked, "Do you like my pussy? …. I'll let you lick it if you like!"
John blinked and shook his head, almost overcome by the speed of events. Janet said nothing at first, but just lay there on his chest, a devilish smile playing on her lips. When she did speak, it was in a whisper and John was barely able to catch her words, "… that would be nice John … you could do that and then I could get to suck our new Uncle Harald's cock."
The following morning the sun broke through the opening of the tent flap and woke Janet who found herself laying on top of her sleeping bag rather than in it. She stretched and when she looked down her naked body saw the dried cum on her breasts she smiled at the memory of the night before and felt a curious sense of satisfaction at having found release from the closeted world of home. What good fortune it had been to have stumbled upon a place where such licentious sexual pleasure was regarded as normal behaviour. "Mummy and Daddy will be most interested to hear of their foreign adventures when we get back", was her first thought, swiftly followed by a second that said, " … maybe not."
She turned her head and looked across at John zipped up in his sleeping bag and still quietly snoring beside her. She had been so surprised when he had taken Beatrice up on her invitation with such enthusiasm, hardly recognising her previously rather sexually unadventurous brother. Her pussy started to tingle as she recalled her excitement at watching him lapping at Beatrice's cum-soaked pussy until the Dutch lady had climaxed again in obvious and noisy pleasure. The tingling grew even stronger as she remembered how she had licked and sucked Harald's beautiful cock 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 to her before (John would sometimes let her lick and kiss his 'willie' but never full-on sucking) and she liked it, oh my, how she liked it!
The evening had ended in a most glorious climax when Beatrice and Harald had returned the compliment as it were, and licked and sucked John and Janet to heights of rapture that they had never experienced before. The erotically charged sight of John thrusting his cock in and out of Beatrice'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 Janet's own amazing orgasm.
The heady pleasure of pure unadulterated lust had acted on her like a drug and Janet, as she lay inside their tent with the rising sun shining on her as she toyed with her wet cunt wanted more of it. Any moral scruples she may have had about such matters lying in ruins.
After several minutes luxuriating in her lascivious memories and exploring the inner folds of her pussy, Janet dug John in the ribs to wake him up. He grunted a 'good morning', nothing more, so she jumped to her feet, grabbed a towel and joined other happy campers as they made their way to the wash block. There was a new confidence in her step as she strode between the scattered tents, proud of the fact that the men, and perhaps the women too, might be aroused by the sight of her naked body. She wondered if any of them noticed the obvious stains on her tits (another new word that she had learned last night). How dramatically her outlook had changed since they had left home 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, Janet had the dreamy sensation that any inhibitions instilled in her by her parents were being washed away; that she was like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis, emerging into the world in a new beautiful form. (She could be very poetic, our Janet. It came from all her reading of cheap romantic novels).
She thought of the story of 'Madam Butterfly' and caressed her breasts, taking pleasure in their weight and softness, and gently parting the folds of her pussy, she began to masturbate, continuing what she had been doing in the tent but now excited by the idea that someone might be watching.
Her eyes closed, she thought about what Lt. Pinkerton's cock might look like and lost in these new thought she didn't notice that Harald had entered the cubicle with her. She opened her eyes when he pushed her hand aside and almost melted with pleasure as he replaced her fingers with his own and exquisite sensations coursed through her as she writhed in the throes of another unbelievably sweet orgasm.
Meanwhile, back at their tent, John was also being introduced to a new way of waking up; a morning blow job with someone other than his sister. While he was still no more than half awake, a naked Beatrice had slipped quietly into the tent, and without a word had unzipped his sleeping bag and began stroking his stiffening penis.
"Oh John," she murmured in her delightful accent, "you have such a beautiful cock, I can't get enough of it".
That got his attention and when she saw that John was properly roused, she turned round on his air mattress and still stroking his cock, straddled his face, lowering her pussy over his mouth. The smell and taste of her sex acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on John, and although he had only recently been introduced to it he instinctively thrust his tongue as far as he could between the swollen lips of her pussy to feast on her nectar.
Every nerve ending in John's body was on fire and the way Beatrice's erect nipples brushed against his stomach together with the feeling of her soft lips sliding down the length of his shaft, was taking him to levels of exquisite pleasure beyond anything he had experienced before … especially so early in the morning!
Beatrice however was very conversant with such ways to wake a man up and her sucking, her soft rasping of teeth on his knob, the licks all combined to cause every muscle and sinew in John's body to intensify his rapidly building orgasm. His buttocks lifting off the mattress as he thrust his cock hard and fast into this Dutch lady's willing mouth and the climax when it came, was like an explosion for both of them, an orgy of thrusting and grinding, licking and sucking with both lovers writhing in paroxysms of ecstasy, until they collapsed in exhaustion, totally satiated ….
… and that was how Janet found them when she returned from her shower. Beatrice was still lying where she had collapsed, her head on John's thigh, while he was gently stroking the soft flesh of her hips and bottom.
Janet was strangely moved by the tenderness of the sight, and was reluctant to break them up. She was eager to tell John all about her latest experience with Harald, although slightly nervous about his reaction, so she coughed quietly to attract their attention. Looking up with a satisfied smile on her face, Beatrice disengaged from John's arms, slid off the mattress, and giving Janet a quick kiss on the lips, went back to her own tent.
"John," she said somewhat tremulously, "I have a confession. Harald came into the wash block when I was showering. I was washing my tits, and playing with myself, thinking about all manner of things such as the delicious things we did last night, when he came into the shower cubicle, and fingered my front bum. It made me go almost out of my mind with pleasure. I didn't know if I should let him but after he touched me I was just putty in his hands; I was powerless to resist when he lifted my leg and put the head of his cock in the entrance to my cunt. (Another word that she learned the night before)
"I am sorry John, but I let him go all the way and do me properly and after he started pumping me I felt him fill me with his hot cum while he looked me straight in the eyes. It was so odd, I shouldn't have been so naughty but as he continued pumping, I just came again and again. It felt so wonderful, and what made it even more exciting was the thought that someone might come in any moment and see us."
John was secretly thrilled at this latest revelation of the dramatic change that his sister had undergone since they arrived in France. When they had originally talked about having an adventure, the turn of events of the past couple of days was certainly something neither of them in their innocence had anticipated. But, with the words of his parents foremost in his mind when they had advised that 'they do things differently over there in France and that they should just accept and get involved', he realised that he had no regrets and that Janet was most probably of the same state of mind.
Seeing that her brother (his face still wet from Beatrice's emissions) was unfazed by her confession and did not demur at her description of what had occurred at the shower block, Janet (with the taste of John's cum on her lips which had resulted from the kiss that Beatrice had given) continued, "Harald suggested that we join them for a meal this evening. He said that we might go to the restaurant rather than have a Barbeque and afterwards come back here for more fun. He said that he expected that Beatrice would want you to fuck her in all her holes before the night was out. He said that in Holland they have some special pills that he would bring you to help you stay hard." She added, "Uncle Harold was certainly correct when he said that they do things differently over here, wasn't he?!"
John and Janet spent a quiet day mainly lounging around their tent and taking an occasional dip in the pool. In truth, the reason for their sloth was they needed to recover from the physical and emotional effects of the unprecedented sexual activities of the previous few hours but the other reason they were lazing around was the knowledge that they needed to save 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.
Harald and Beatrice called for them at about eight that evening, and together they strolled across to the restaurant. The rules for dining at the restaurant was that patrons should dress for dinner but it was a loosely interpreted rule and Janet had found just the thing to wear in the campsite shop that afternoon. She chose a little skirt of brightly coloured beads which moved as she walked, emphasising the movement of her buttocks and with no panties added an extra allure to her nakedness. Beatrice 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. Both ladies were topless and, much to John's amusement, both men wore what was de rigour for males as formal attire, a loin cloth.
Over dinner Janet and John learned more about their new friends. It turned out that Harald was a gynaecologist in a major hospital in Venlo, and Beatrice was a urologist working in the same hospital. Beatrice laughed when she explained that their specialisations meant that they 'fitted together very well' and were well-matched. She offered to give John a 'Prostate Examination' but he had no idea what she was talking about.
They had met when they were at Medical School, and had been married for 15 years, although so far they had no children, deciding instead to concentrate on advancing their careers. Beatrice added with a wicked laugh, "… but you can be our adopted children while we are here!"
She went on to say 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 likeminded couples would have caused disapproval, and maybe worse, they were very discrete about how they spent their leisure time.
Janet and John listened awestruck to hear how their new friends, their 'new parents', led their lives and could not imagine how such behaviour would be tolerated back in their cosy part of the world. Beatrice said without candour that they did not visit any of the many sex clubs to be found in Holland but preferred to fuck with others 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, Harald quietly tapped on his wine glass. "I would like to propose a toast," he said, "to our 'adopted children', Janet and John."
After they had all raised their glasses, he continued in his broken English, "Tomorrow Beatrice and I will be moving on, so we want to make tonight very special for you. Most of all, however, we wish you joy for your holiday and the ways you have stumbled on ..." He paused and looked toward his wife, "'stumbled', that's the correct word in English, Ya?"
Beatrice, who spoke impeccable English, nodded her confirmation.
Janet who had little interest in whether the grammar was correct was relieved when Beatrice took over and said, " … we are sure that you will find greater pleasure than you could have imagined, as you continue with your holiday. You do not have to worry about what you do here, nobody will judge as you explore the world of unfettered sexual expression. Why ever else would we be naked here otherwise, free of the moralistic constraints of conventional society."
Janet and John absorbed this advice and after coffee and mints (another new experience for them) Beatrice suggested that they take their drinks and make their way over to the pool bar "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 in the right mood for a night of fucking."
Once they were settled by the pool with their drinks, John relaxed back in his chair, and sighed contentedly. Quite apart from having two beautiful women sitting on either side of him, one old enough to be his mother, both relaxed displaying all their feminine delights to the world, there were, as Beatrice 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 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 John and Harald were sporting erections which poked through their loin cloths. Harald had insisted that John took one of the little blue pills that Beatrice had bought with her from her work at the hospital and she looked on approvingly to see that her foresight had resulted in the effect that they were guaranteed to produce.
Beatrice took John's hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am getting John," she murmured seductively, "just right for my Son's lovely thick penis, which will be sliding into my vagina very very soon. I can't tell you how hot I have been ever since I watched you and Janet making love last night, and I can hardly wait to feel you thrusting into me. It will be even more exciting watching Harald taking 'his ********' Janet again, I was so disappointed that I hadn't been around to watch them, when Harald 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 pussy lips, 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, and continue masturbating in a pleasantly leisurely way as they watched naked people fucking all around them. It was Janet who broke the spell, however, and roused them from their post-prandial lethargy.
Jumping up, she exclaimed making full use of her newly acquired vocabulary, "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 Harald's rock-hard penis and gave it a none-too-gentle tug. "I don't want to be laying on wet grass, let's go back to the tents."
Janet and Harald led the way back to the tents, both impatient to get on with the main business of the night. John and Beatrice 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 John arrived to unzip the awning of the larger tent of 'his parents' and get the loungers out from where they were stowed, Janet was already on her knees on the grass, deep-throating Harald's shaft, and feverishly sliding her fingers between her engorged lips into her sopping wet cunt. Harald looked up to see that his wife was already lost in the throes of unbridled lust and this turned him on even more and his cock started to throb and twitch in time with his racing pulse.
While his back was turned, Beatrice, unable to wait any longer, had lain down on the blanket beside Janet, and was lasciviously holding her pussy lips apart like a common whore. "Come and fuck me now John …" she said, "… come and put that magnificent cock into Mummy's hot pussy …. look how wet I am, my Son."
John needed no further prompting, and taking his place between Beatrice's thighs, plunged his cock deep into her in one swift thrust, and started fucking her with short, savage strokes. Taking John's cue, Harald pulled out of Janet's mouth, and pushing her back onto the ground to lie beside his wife, was soon matching John thrust for thrust, filling Janet 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.
John was aroused in a way he had never experienced before. It seemed that it in shedding his clothes he had also broken free of all inhibitions. For the first time in his life he was set free to enjoy his new-found sexuality; everything that had gone before seemed pallid and insipid by comparison to this illicit and dangerous pleasure and the sensations coursing through his body seemed almost as if he had been reborn.
Seeing the faraway look in his eyes, Beatrice pulled him roughly down until his weight was resting on her breasts, "Stop thinking John," she cried out, " … just fuck your mummy until I scream. I want to feel used. Fuck me harder, fill me with your hot cum, I want to feel it trickling down between my thighs!" 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 pussy.
The crudeness of her words stimulated John had had the effect of him increasing the urgency and rhythm of his thrusts, her tight cunt enveloping his shaft in raw animal passion, while the vision of his sister 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. John and Harald ejaculated in unison, grunting and groaning in ecstasy, as their cocks erupted in huge torrents of spunk deep into the pulsating cunts of each other's women. For the next ten minutes or so, all that anyone looking in on this scene of delicious debauchery would have seen, was a heaving mass of tangled naked flesh; of exhausted couples 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 or mattress, still glowing in the aftermath of orgasmic euphoria.
Beatrice cuddled up beside Janet, kissed her gently on the lips and murmured. "Mijn lieve, dat was so heet … jouw broer heeft een mooie lul."
Had Janet been conversant with the Dutch language she would have heard, "My dear, that was so hot ….. your brother has a nice dick,"
Janet had never thought of another woman in a sexual way, but there was something about the sensuous feel of Beatrice'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 either John or Harald. She began to return Beatrice'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 Sapphic love.
Over the previous two days, Janet had travelled so far from her former life as a dutiful ******** that she offered no resistance to this further step into a new world of carnality, and when she felt Beatrice'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 and the flow of Harald's cum that was oozing from her.
"Mmm, lieve Janet, u bent dergelijke een bereid leerling … een andere dag, ik hoop dat u veel verder rekening met de heerlijke wereld van lesbische liefde, maar ik denk dat er twee lullen die bereid zijn te neuken opnieuw," and she looked over at John and Harald, who had been stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by the sight of their partners' explicit display.
As before, Janet had not the slightest idea (well, maybe an inkling) of what 'mother' was saying but had she asked she would have been told, "Mmm, dear Janet, you're such a willing learner ….. another day, I would 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."
Whilst her grasp of Dutch may have been a little shaky she had no problem with following Beatrice's gaze and saw, like her, John and Harald stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by their ladies' explicit display.
Beatrice took her fingers out of Janet's cunt, and sucked them, "You taste so nice … " she said in English, loud enough for the two men to hear, …. but now it is time for some more real fucking. This time Janet, we will be in charge. You must understand that men can be so hasty, it is much better to keep them on the edge for as long as you can, then the final climax is so much more satisfying!"
At first Janet was a little disappointed when Beatrice had removed her fingers from her 'Kut', a word that she had recently learned from Harald who had complimented her earlier on her nice Kut. (She had misunderstood and thought perversely that she must have cut herself and he was making some kind of joke.) He soon appraised her that, no, she hadn't hurt herself, it was the Dutch name for her front bum or rather as he put it, her delightful 'cunt'.
In Beatrice's expert hands her cunt had been enjoying a long exquisite orgasm totally different in character from anything she had experienced before, and it gave her an urge, a want, to explore all female loving much further. Perhaps when she got home she would ask her real mother about this.
Beatrice took Janet by the hand and led her over to where the two men were lying and told John that he should get up and move his lounger so that it was positioned opposite Harald's. "That way Janet and I can watch each other riding your cocks and share our orgasms." She then instructed Janet, ".. to just follow everything I do."
Unlike the earlier frenzied orgy, the next half an hour or so was more like an erotic stage play, each movement choreographed to be a steady climb from the gentle foothills of pleasure to the thrusting peaks of infinite rapture. At first Beatrice and Janet rode slowly and deliberately, pleasure coming in like gentle waves breaking on a sandy beach, then the current strengthened and the sensations became more urgent with the waves growing higher until finally the crests of the waves bought a tumult of overpowering majesty.
To Janet it felt like the sea was breaking on the shore of her senses, the waves of pleasure coming at times in rapid succession, then, under Beatrice's guidance of taking things more slowly, of the tide drawing back before returning once more to crash like a great breaker on the beach in a flood of ecstasy rising higher and higher taking her mind and body in a roaring tide of intense and unimagined joy.
As the waves of their orgasms receded, Janet and Beatrice both fell back onto the accommodating bodies of their lovers, their overheated cocks slipping out of two saturated pussies, slowly softening and slick with the combined emissions, their purpose fulfilled and complete. The four lovers lay there, lost to the world and oblivious to the other happy campers around them who passing by had witnessed their antics with approval; they luxuriated in the glow of post-orgasmic peace.
The next morning, Beatrice and Harald called before leaving. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses with John and Janet, promising to keep in touch, and to let them know if they were ever likely to visit England.
John and Janet waved a sad goodbye as they disappeared through the camp gate on the fully laden Motorbike and then turned away to continue their continental adventure without the guidance of their 'parents'.
They stayed on at the site for another couple of days, making new friends and learning new words. The two girls who had taken a shine to John when they had first arrived were from Berlin and he soon learned when they all got together around the pool that German for cunt was 'Fotze'. The girls also advised Janet that John's cock was referred to as a 'Schwanz'. Janet and John were most grateful for the opportunity to expand their foreign vocabulary but unsure how such knowledge would be of use when they returned home.
And so their great adventure came to a close. A few days were spent mainly sightseeing and visiting beaches but they didn't stop at any more nudist sites. However, they both agreed that on future trips to the Continent they would definitely stay at similar sites and that it would be a pre-requisite to check if there were any in the vicinity of places that they wanted to visit.
Mother and Father were pleased to have their children safely home and were full of wonder at the tales of what they had been up to in France and to hear of the places they had seen. Janet and John didn't think it was necessary to tell them about every last detail, indeed, they kept away from the specifics of what had gone on at the camping site and just generalised about how nice it was to have sunbathed in guaranteed sunny weather. They also promised to get the roll of film developed quickly so that they could see pictures some of the ancient buildings and vineyards they had visited.
"That will be nice, " said Mother, "I expect that Uncle Harold would like to see those too."
Ah, Uncle Harold!
It was the mention of their uncle that reminded the pair that now they were now very aware of what and why dear Uncle Harold had over the years been so attentive to their mother. Their Dutch friends when they had told them of their living arrangements in England had quickly recognised from the description that Mother was cheating and they said, "You mean that your father is a cuckold!" (This was another word to be added to their vocabulary).
Now conversant and fully practised with carnal knowledge, it only took a few minutes of further explanation by the Dutch 'adopted parents' to educate them as to what cuckoldry was all about and that their real parents were (and had been) indulging in the same.
Janet and John were intrigued at the idea and although they didn't mention it when mother said that Uncle Harold would be coming by next day to see the photographs, they decided that they would not be going out on any errands but rather would stay to see if Harold shared more than just a similarity with the name of their Dutch friend!
There was no doubt that their foreign adventure had bought them great benefits and the twins now had a new confidence to do things that would not have occurred to them otherwise.
The morning of Uncle Harold's visit, as John, once again, shot his load into his sister they both agreed, that overseas travel had certainly broadened the mind and they were already making plans for the next adventure.!
However, whilst the parents were exceedingly dull, not very active due to being somewhat overweight, Janet and John within their small world, their 'bubble', lived a life full of adventure and discovery which, to their credit, the parents tried to accommodate and to answer the endless questions as best they could … which wasn't always successful in satisfying the young enquiring minds given that the parents really didn't know much at all (and at the time of this tale, the internet had yet to be invented).
For instance, when Janet was helping her mother put a away fresh laundry she discovered in her mummy's Knicker drawer a curious white plastic object that looked just like an anaemic banana. She was surprised and intrigued when she rotated the knurled bit at the end that the thing hummed and trembled in her hand. She swiftly turned it off and returned it to its resting place but her curiosity was such that she just had to ask her mother whatever was it that she had found.
Mother, to her credit, did not shy away from giving an answer and told her ******** that it was something that 'Uncle Harold had purchased in a shop for surgical appliances' and had thought it might be a help in 'providing relief from internal disorders'. The package had said, "… it was a 'lady massager' and the instructions that came with it advised it was to be used to help ladies ease away the aches and pains that happened around, as her mother called it, their 'front bum'.
Janet wasn't entirely convinced by the explanation and asked to see how it worked. Mother gave a sigh, picked it up and without removing any clothing held and stroked the humming vibrator over and around the front of her skirt just where her 'front bum' was located. She said that the best time to use it was just after having a bath but warned "… when using it, a lady should be careful not to let it slip inside the 'lady lips' … or it will make you feel queer ..!" Her ******** was not totally satisfied with this as an answer and on many subsequent occasions (when mother was not around) she experimented and discovered it did indeed make her 'feel queer'.
John, likewise had his own 'puzzlements' that his father did his best to answer not least of which was how his 'Willie' as he grew older seemed to have a mind of its own and kept swelling up uninvited. *** mumbled his way through a not-too-accurate explanation of how 'these things happen' but added little more. It was Uncle Harold who was a bit more forthcoming when he said that it was 'OK (when no-one was looking) to give it a rub which usually made it 'go away'. Uncle Harold also advised that he found that looking at the ladies underwear pages in the Mail Order catalogues that regularly appeared through the letter box was a great help in 'providing relief'. John was initially unsure about this but had to admit as the years went by that the advice was sound.
Another thing that was a feature throughout their childhood was the frequent and regular presence of Uncle Harold in their household. Uncle Harold was their father's brother and often 'visited to help with chores that hapless father was incapable of doing'. The visits were usually made during the day when father was known to be 'out at work' and it also became the thing that they would be told to likewise to go out, play and 'have an adventure' so that 'Uncle could work undisturbed'. They never questioned the reasons why or that the work that Uncle Harold was invited to carry out was usually upstairs in their parent's bedroom and had to be supervised by their mother. Indeed, the nature of his visits became so routine that it was a second nature to them that as they grew older and left childish games behind that they would take the opportunity to willing go off into town to carry out errands for mother in order for Uncle Harold to continue with his essentials repairs without having them around to distract him.
So it was that their childhood passed by on a voyage of discovery that took them through their teenage years into being young adults and all the while being untroubled by complications such as romance and affection outside of the ****** unit. Indeed, why would they when they were content with each others' company and really didn't feel the need to look elsewhere.
However, that's not to say that the two youngsters lost their sense of curiosity of what was going on in the world beyond the part in which they lived. Magazines and newspapers hinted there was more fun to be had beyond the mindset of their parents. It was Uncle Harold who was more worldly-wise that suggested that once they hit the ripe old age of adulthood (18) that they ought to follow his example and gather experiences (Harold had been a soldier in the recent war) and to venture further afield than just the country in which they had had the good fortune to be born.
The idea struck a chord and so the decision was made that for the annual two-week summer holiday they would desert their parents and venture further afield than the usual bucket-and-spade beach destination. The twins decided that they would become very adventurous, take advantage of the new phenomena of charter flights and go to Europe and spend their fortnight in a tent they intended to take with them as the main item of luggage.
Brochures were obtained and examined and after a great deal of research it was decided that the South of France was to be the destination for their adventure. The parents were sufficiently stuck in their old-fashioned mindset to decline the invitation to go with them and so for the first time the twins ventured forth without the guidance or restraints of a Mum and *** to tell them what to do.
However, that was not to say that Mum and *** didn't relinquish their parental responsibilities entirely, within the limitations of their own lack of experience they advised their off-spring to be very aware that they were travelling to a different part of the world, a country where folks most probably had their own ways of doing things; that they should be mindful of not offending their hosts or the people they met when they travelled around … and to be wary of eating foreign food and, oh yes, best not to pet any animals they might encounter. Uncle Harold added a final thought that, "just think of all those new words you'll learn in another language, just fancy, you'll be coming home speaking real France-like.".
*****
The excited youngsters set out on their journey after getting a few more last minute tips and instructions from their unworldly parents and more specific advice from Uncle Harold that it was OK to eat the food but to avoid the water and only drink alcohol.
It was a few hours later with evening approaching that they arrived at a small regional airport in the South of France with little idea other than finding a campsite where they could pitch the small ridge tent that together with two rucksacks comprised their luggage. They had a map which indicated the direction on the Mediterranean coast where one could be found and they were pleasantly surprised at the ease at which their outstretched thumbs caused a passing farmer and his tractor and trailer to stop.
John held up the map and pointed to the dot that identified the destination. The farmer gave a non-committal grunt and let them climb aboard but was insistent that Janet ride with him in the cab while John took care of their luggage in the trailer. Given that none spoke the other's language all negotiation was successfully conducted by hand signals and facial expressions but Janet later reported that she was unsure what the farmer was trying to convey when he continually attempted to put his hand between her legs and up the short skirt she was wearing as they trundled along the rough road toward the campsite. John supposed that the farmer was just concerned that she needed a steadying hold so that she didn't slip.
It was completely dark when the farmer dropped them at the gate to the campground where a note on the door of a small hut advised in different languages (including English) that late arrivals should find themselves a plot and do the check-in and registration the following morning. So they did just that and under a starlit sky stumbled their way through the scented Pine and Parasol trees, past camper wagons, large canvas mansions, smaller trailer tents and all manner of canvas creations to find an empty patch of ground to pitch the two-man ridge tent that was to be their home for the next two weeks.
After a struggle they succeeded in erecting their shelter, inflated the air mattress and then they fell into the sleep of the innocent through till next morning when the rising sun told them it was time wake up and begin their holiday.
Janet was first to arise and telling her slumbering brother that she needed to find the toilet facilities she left him to attend to that troublesome Willie that had swollen up once more through his sleep. Usually she would have helped him but her own needs were too pressing for her to linger.
It was a few minutes later as he lay there contemplating his new situation that Janet suddenly pulled the flap of the tent aside and gabbled, "John, there must be some mistake … are you sure we are in the right place."
John, slightly alarmed by her wild appearance, took his hand off his cock and said, "Why, whatever is the matter?"
"The sun shining on the tent woke me up early and I needed the toilet so I thought I would get up and go and have a shower. You'll never guess what I found, when I got to the wash block there were both women and men in there. There wasn't separate places, it was all open and, get this, they were all absolutely naked!"
John was momentarily taken aback and shared her astonishment. He pondered a moment whilst he sought to find an answer (which didn't sound very convincing), he said, "Well, like Mother and Father said, this is the Continent. Perhaps this is what people do when they wash on their holidays here; I mean, they are the foreigners after all."
"No, it's not just in the wash block that people are naked, it's everywhere, no one has any clothes on at all outside either, they all seemed to be the same age as our parents and they are all completely starkers!"
He pondered some more as he absorbed this information but then the vision of naked middle-aged people (who of they were anything like his parents, had rolls of saggy flesh on display) put a dampener on any erotic thoughts and his morning erection deflated.
"I had better go and investigate," he said wondering if that if by chance they had stumbled on a naturist site. He was vaguely aware and had read somewhere that naturism was more common in France but hadn't seriously taken that into account as being factor when planning their camping holiday.
As he struggled to extract himself from his sleeping bag Janet added, "It's not just old people. There are young people, teenagers and most of them looked very fit … " she paused, and giggled, "… and I saw lots of nice willies!"
This shocked John, as back home Janet had tended to be rather conservative and although she had no qualms about giving him a helping hand from time-to-time, she was not of a mind to use such words.
He gave a final ponder, "I will go have a look for myself but perhaps I might be overdressed."
As he slipped off his pyjamas he said, "Why don't you get the stove going, make a pot of tea, while I go have a shower and brush my teeth. Afterwards I'll go to the office to check us in and pay the campsite fees,."
An hour or so later, John returned and told Janet what he had found out.
"You are right, this is the naturist site. The lady said that there is a normal campsite on the other side of the road, we just didn't see the sign in the dark last night. She said it is also an adults only site and as far as I could understand, adult activities are tolerated, within reason."
"What did she mean, 'adult activities', what kind of activities?" Janet said, somewhat confused.
"Well, from the sign in the office and from what she said, we might see some acts of a sexual nature around the pool or in other areas. At least that is what I gathered."
"I did think that maybe we should pack up and go across the road to the other, the ****** 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 turning into an adventure. What do you think?"
Janet giggled, "John, you are very naughty, what do you think Mummy and Daddy would say if they knew the sort of place where we had ended up? And, what about you, aren't you worried that I might enjoy looking at all those other young men, and their, mmm, nice young willies."
John laughed at her response, "Who's being naughty now. What about the girls, don't you think that I might get some pleasure from looking at firm young titties and other bits?"
"Bits? You old pervert, you mean their front bums, you mean pussies, I read somewhere that is what girls call it, pussies is what you mean. You want to look at girls' pussies. That's why you want to stay, pervert!"
She stopped talking long enough to deliberately take off her own pyjamas before saying, "Well if people, especially men, are going to be looking at me, I'd better tidy myself up a bit. Mummy said one must always make oneself presentable. I suppose that means even if one is naked."
"Now that's more like it, now you're talking. Tell you what, why don't we both tidy ourselves up a bit. I noticed that hardly anyone I saw had much hair on their bodies. Why don't you trim off the hair on your pussy and I'll do the same and give my willy and balls a shave. That way we shall look much like all the others ... it's so much neater … " He shook out a box of cornflakes into their bowls and added, " … I mean, who wants pubic hair in their breakfast?!"
An hour later, using a combination of John's razor and Janet's nail scissors, their transformation was complete and they stepped away from their tent naked and blatantly set out to explore the campsite, to enjoy the new sensation of being looked at by others and, even more, looking at the delights on show all around them. Their new adventure had truly begun, a life of freedom, and ultimately, to the pleasures of the flesh.
*****
As they wandered around, John noticed that most people had little bags on cords slung round their necks which he guessed was where you carried your money and other essentials. That seemed like a good idea so they both found the campsite shop where there was a good selection of bags on sale and soon they were 'dressed' like everyone else. They also found that there was a restaurant with an interesting choice of dishes ('foreign food' as Mummy would have said) as well as a bar. They made a reservation for that evening.
Moving on, they came to the swimming pool and as it had become rather warm decided to have a dip. They had a swim in the cold water and after they found themselves a couple of vacant poolside loungers where John laid out two complimentary towels for them to lay their wet bodies. He looked around warily to see if anyone was taking notice of them but seeing nothing untoward he settled back and he and Janet tried to become more comfortable with their being naked in public. He was amused to see at first how she kept her legs firmly together but with the sun beaming down she soon started to relax and before long her freshly trimmed pussy was on full display the sight of which caused him to become unexpectedly aroused.
He became even more excited when he realised that she was unconcerned that he and others were now looking at her and that she was beginning to enjoy the obvious stares of other men at her body. She looked over toward them and was amused to see some were sporting erections. For her part, she found it flattering that men should be thinking of her as being sexually desirable.
John's attention was taken by two very pretty girls who paused to whisper to each other as they made their way to the pool. Both were shaven bare and one had very prominent pussy lips, inner labia, which caught his eye and something that he secretly found exciting. Although he tried not to stare, she spread her legs a little wider which gave him an even better view and when she realized he was looking at her, she smiled and casually stroked her mound, looking and nodding pointedly at his erect cock.
And so it began. Everyone around seemed to have no inhibitions about their nakedness and John guessed this must be a taste of the 'adult activities' that the sign in the office was referred to. He looked further to see that around the pool and on the grassy areas there were people of all shapes and sizes which was more evident when they walked around and he allowed himself the conceit that in comparison he didn't look too bad.
In fact he was rather proud of his body, which in his opinion compared quite favourably with many of the other men there, including the older and more mature ones. At first he had tried not to get an erection but as it seemed nobody else was offended he gave up the struggle and he was rewarded by interested looks from several ladies who passed by their loungers, including the pretty girl with the interesting pussy with the prominent lips.
On the other side of the pool a couple who Janet suspected had been taking a particular interest in them looked their way once more and then without any qualms whatever the woman turned to her man and deliberately took hold of his stiffening cock and began to stroke him. Janet nudged John and whispered, "Do you see what that couple over there are doing … is that allowed?"
John who had been dozing opened his eyes and focussed. "Hm, I suppose so. Nobody else seems to be concerned." And he was right, other folks around didn't seem to think anything untoward was happening as they continued with their sunbathing, reading or whatever. Soon the woman had teased her partner's cock to a full erection and was now blatantly masturbating him. Janet, even from that distance was sure that she could see the head was quite shiny with that pre-cum stuff that she knew happened when her brother did the same. The woman then leaned over and lowered her head to take the shiny knob into her mouth. It was the most exciting thing Janet had ever seen and it confirmed what her parents and Uncle Harold had said, that they do things differently 'over there' and that she should be respectful of the culture in France.
"Would you like me to do that to you John? I mean, it seems as if it's an OK thing to do here."
John didn't answer, he laid back and let his erect cock point skywards. Janet got off her lounger and came and knelt between his legs, took the head of his cock in her mouth and, just like she had sometimes done at home, began to caress his balls with one hand whilst squeezing her breasts with the other. Very soon John was in seventh heaven, this really was so much more exciting than when they did this in the seclusion of their bedroom at home not least of which knowing that other people might be seeing them do it. He looked around and then down at his sister's head as she bobbed up and down on his very hard cock, the sensations radiating up into his body and down his legs were amazing and he felt more turned on than for many years but still felt very self-conscious.
"Janet, if you keep that up I am going to squirt very soon and I would rather like to save it and ejaculate inside your delicious front bum and to feel you cumming with me. I really don't want to be doing that here. Can we go back to the tent and have that happy ending together, that would be the perfect end to a perfect morning."
Janet stopped sucking him, lifted her head, gave him a grin. "Oh yes, my shy little brother, it would indeed be perfect."
They hastily got up off the loungers, rearranged the towels so as to let people know they would be returning, and quickly made their way back to the tent.
As soon as they got there Janet pushed him inside and told him to lay on his back. His erect cock wet with her saliva pointed upward just like a tent pole and without any hesitation she straddled him. Leaning forwards to brush her breasts against his chest, she gave him a sisterly kiss before darting her tongue in and out of his mouth, biting his lips and licking him on his nose and chin. She reached down and took hold of his cock and pressed it between her own puffy lips, sliding it up and down along her slit, and rubbing the head against her clitty. They were both gratified to discover 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 pussy, and for the very first time in their lives she instinctively slid down until he was fully embedded inside her hot velvety vagina. He gasped as the cheeks of her bum came to rest on his balls but soon forgot the shock as she then started to fuck him in earnest, riding up and down his cock faster and faster whilst vigorously rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her hard and protruding nipples with the other.
Totally abandoned to pleasure, their moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent and radiated out beyond the open flaps. They were so absorbed in their passion that they didn't notice that they had attracted the attention of another couple, the couple who had been across the pool from them earlier; the couple who had been indulging in oral sex.
Janet and John were both totally consumed by their mounting ecstasy and their orgasms came almost simultaneously as John pumped copious amounts of cum deep inside his sister's cunt. She collapsed in a heap on top of him and they both came down from their climax in a state of utter bliss. John heard a noise and looked up and caught sight of a tall young woman with tight blonde curls standing just inside the entrance to their tent. She had her legs apart and was plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy. Standing just behind her and to one side was an equally tall man, vigorously wanking his cock.
"Don't mind us," the young woman said in accent that sounded strange to their ears, "I'm Beatrice and this is my husband Harald. I am thinking you must be from England, we're from Holland and we are on the pitch next to you, with the motorbike. We saw you looking at us by the pool and when you left we thought that you must be coming back to your tent for the fucking. We like watching other people fuck and just had to watch you. That was very beautiful, and so exciting," 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," Beatrice continued, still finger-fucking herself with a total lack of self-consciousness.
"Erm, yes," John replied weakly, "erm, that would be very nice. In fact it would be most exciting and what a strange coincidence that you are called Harold, we have an Uncle Harold back home."
The man spoke, "Ya, but I'm thinking you English spell the name differently. Perhaps you might have seen your Harold fuck, Ya?"
"We've never watched anyone fuck before, in fact we've never done anything like this before, everything here is so strange to us and we so much want to fit in, so yes, we would like that very much."
"Oh goody," Beatrice squealed who straightaway got down on her hands and leaned forward to rest her hands on John's thighs. Harald knelt behind her and immediately rammed his stiff cock deep into her cunt; Janet kind of scooted up to straddle and sit on her brother's chest.
Beatrice was anything but restrained in her fucking, and screamed with pleasure in phase 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 spread across her neck and breasts as she felt Harald spurting his cum into her. Finally satiated, she slumped forward against Janet's back, as she came back to earth from her orgasm.
Harald stood up and with his softening cock dribbling the residue of his orgasm he helped his wife to her feet. She slumped into a chair, legs apart and they could all see the cum running out of her pussy onto the canvas seat.
"Oh, that was so exciting," Beatrice sighed, "thank you for sharing with us." She saw that John was transfixed by the sight of her wet vagina. She asked, "Do you like my pussy? …. I'll let you lick it if you like!"
John blinked and shook his head, almost overcome by the speed of events. Janet said nothing at first, but just lay there on his chest, a devilish smile playing on her lips. When she did speak, it was in a whisper and John was barely able to catch her words, "… that would be nice John … you could do that and then I could get to suck our new Uncle Harald's cock."
*****
The following morning the sun broke through the opening of the tent flap and woke Janet who found herself laying on top of her sleeping bag rather than in it. She stretched and when she looked down her naked body saw the dried cum on her breasts she smiled at the memory of the night before and felt a curious sense of satisfaction at having found release from the closeted world of home. What good fortune it had been to have stumbled upon a place where such licentious sexual pleasure was regarded as normal behaviour. "Mummy and Daddy will be most interested to hear of their foreign adventures when we get back", was her first thought, swiftly followed by a second that said, " … maybe not."
She turned her head and looked across at John zipped up in his sleeping bag and still quietly snoring beside her. She had been so surprised when he had taken Beatrice up on her invitation with such enthusiasm, hardly recognising her previously rather sexually unadventurous brother. Her pussy started to tingle as she recalled her excitement at watching him lapping at Beatrice's cum-soaked pussy until the Dutch lady had climaxed again in obvious and noisy pleasure. The tingling grew even stronger as she remembered how she had licked and sucked Harald's beautiful cock 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 to her before (John would sometimes let her lick and kiss his 'willie' but never full-on sucking) and she liked it, oh my, how she liked it!
The evening had ended in a most glorious climax when Beatrice and Harald had returned the compliment as it were, and licked and sucked John and Janet to heights of rapture that they had never experienced before. The erotically charged sight of John thrusting his cock in and out of Beatrice'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 Janet's own amazing orgasm.
The heady pleasure of pure unadulterated lust had acted on her like a drug and Janet, as she lay inside their tent with the rising sun shining on her as she toyed with her wet cunt wanted more of it. Any moral scruples she may have had about such matters lying in ruins.
After several minutes luxuriating in her lascivious memories and exploring the inner folds of her pussy, Janet dug John in the ribs to wake him up. He grunted a 'good morning', nothing more, so she jumped to her feet, grabbed a towel and joined other happy campers as they made their way to the wash block. There was a new confidence in her step as she strode between the scattered tents, proud of the fact that the men, and perhaps the women too, might be aroused by the sight of her naked body. She wondered if any of them noticed the obvious stains on her tits (another new word that she had learned last night). How dramatically her outlook had changed since they had left home 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, Janet had the dreamy sensation that any inhibitions instilled in her by her parents were being washed away; that she was like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis, emerging into the world in a new beautiful form. (She could be very poetic, our Janet. It came from all her reading of cheap romantic novels).
She thought of the story of 'Madam Butterfly' and caressed her breasts, taking pleasure in their weight and softness, and gently parting the folds of her pussy, she began to masturbate, continuing what she had been doing in the tent but now excited by the idea that someone might be watching.
Her eyes closed, she thought about what Lt. Pinkerton's cock might look like and lost in these new thought she didn't notice that Harald had entered the cubicle with her. She opened her eyes when he pushed her hand aside and almost melted with pleasure as he replaced her fingers with his own and exquisite sensations coursed through her as she writhed in the throes of another unbelievably sweet orgasm.
Meanwhile, back at their tent, John was also being introduced to a new way of waking up; a morning blow job with someone other than his sister. While he was still no more than half awake, a naked Beatrice had slipped quietly into the tent, and without a word had unzipped his sleeping bag and began stroking his stiffening penis.
"Oh John," she murmured in her delightful accent, "you have such a beautiful cock, I can't get enough of it".
That got his attention and when she saw that John was properly roused, she turned round on his air mattress and still stroking his cock, straddled his face, lowering her pussy over his mouth. The smell and taste of her sex acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on John, and although he had only recently been introduced to it he instinctively thrust his tongue as far as he could between the swollen lips of her pussy to feast on her nectar.
Every nerve ending in John's body was on fire and the way Beatrice's erect nipples brushed against his stomach together with the feeling of her soft lips sliding down the length of his shaft, was taking him to levels of exquisite pleasure beyond anything he had experienced before … especially so early in the morning!
Beatrice however was very conversant with such ways to wake a man up and her sucking, her soft rasping of teeth on his knob, the licks all combined to cause every muscle and sinew in John's body to intensify his rapidly building orgasm. His buttocks lifting off the mattress as he thrust his cock hard and fast into this Dutch lady's willing mouth and the climax when it came, was like an explosion for both of them, an orgy of thrusting and grinding, licking and sucking with both lovers writhing in paroxysms of ecstasy, until they collapsed in exhaustion, totally satiated ….
… and that was how Janet found them when she returned from her shower. Beatrice was still lying where she had collapsed, her head on John's thigh, while he was gently stroking the soft flesh of her hips and bottom.
Janet was strangely moved by the tenderness of the sight, and was reluctant to break them up. She was eager to tell John all about her latest experience with Harald, although slightly nervous about his reaction, so she coughed quietly to attract their attention. Looking up with a satisfied smile on her face, Beatrice disengaged from John's arms, slid off the mattress, and giving Janet a quick kiss on the lips, went back to her own tent.
"John," she said somewhat tremulously, "I have a confession. Harald came into the wash block when I was showering. I was washing my tits, and playing with myself, thinking about all manner of things such as the delicious things we did last night, when he came into the shower cubicle, and fingered my front bum. It made me go almost out of my mind with pleasure. I didn't know if I should let him but after he touched me I was just putty in his hands; I was powerless to resist when he lifted my leg and put the head of his cock in the entrance to my cunt. (Another word that she learned the night before)
"I am sorry John, but I let him go all the way and do me properly and after he started pumping me I felt him fill me with his hot cum while he looked me straight in the eyes. It was so odd, I shouldn't have been so naughty but as he continued pumping, I just came again and again. It felt so wonderful, and what made it even more exciting was the thought that someone might come in any moment and see us."
John was secretly thrilled at this latest revelation of the dramatic change that his sister had undergone since they arrived in France. When they had originally talked about having an adventure, the turn of events of the past couple of days was certainly something neither of them in their innocence had anticipated. But, with the words of his parents foremost in his mind when they had advised that 'they do things differently over there in France and that they should just accept and get involved', he realised that he had no regrets and that Janet was most probably of the same state of mind.
Seeing that her brother (his face still wet from Beatrice's emissions) was unfazed by her confession and did not demur at her description of what had occurred at the shower block, Janet (with the taste of John's cum on her lips which had resulted from the kiss that Beatrice had given) continued, "Harald suggested that we join them for a meal this evening. He said that we might go to the restaurant rather than have a Barbeque and afterwards come back here for more fun. He said that he expected that Beatrice would want you to fuck her in all her holes before the night was out. He said that in Holland they have some special pills that he would bring you to help you stay hard." She added, "Uncle Harold was certainly correct when he said that they do things differently over here, wasn't he?!"
*****
John and Janet spent a quiet day mainly lounging around their tent and taking an occasional dip in the pool. In truth, the reason for their sloth was they needed to recover from the physical and emotional effects of the unprecedented sexual activities of the previous few hours but the other reason they were lazing around was the knowledge that they needed to save 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.
Harald and Beatrice called for them at about eight that evening, and together they strolled across to the restaurant. The rules for dining at the restaurant was that patrons should dress for dinner but it was a loosely interpreted rule and Janet had found just the thing to wear in the campsite shop that afternoon. She chose a little skirt of brightly coloured beads which moved as she walked, emphasising the movement of her buttocks and with no panties added an extra allure to her nakedness. Beatrice 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. Both ladies were topless and, much to John's amusement, both men wore what was de rigour for males as formal attire, a loin cloth.
Over dinner Janet and John learned more about their new friends. It turned out that Harald was a gynaecologist in a major hospital in Venlo, and Beatrice was a urologist working in the same hospital. Beatrice laughed when she explained that their specialisations meant that they 'fitted together very well' and were well-matched. She offered to give John a 'Prostate Examination' but he had no idea what she was talking about.
They had met when they were at Medical School, and had been married for 15 years, although so far they had no children, deciding instead to concentrate on advancing their careers. Beatrice added with a wicked laugh, "… but you can be our adopted children while we are here!"
She went on to say 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 likeminded couples would have caused disapproval, and maybe worse, they were very discrete about how they spent their leisure time.
Janet and John listened awestruck to hear how their new friends, their 'new parents', led their lives and could not imagine how such behaviour would be tolerated back in their cosy part of the world. Beatrice said without candour that they did not visit any of the many sex clubs to be found in Holland but preferred to fuck with others 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, Harald quietly tapped on his wine glass. "I would like to propose a toast," he said, "to our 'adopted children', Janet and John."
After they had all raised their glasses, he continued in his broken English, "Tomorrow Beatrice and I will be moving on, so we want to make tonight very special for you. Most of all, however, we wish you joy for your holiday and the ways you have stumbled on ..." He paused and looked toward his wife, "'stumbled', that's the correct word in English, Ya?"
Beatrice, who spoke impeccable English, nodded her confirmation.
Janet who had little interest in whether the grammar was correct was relieved when Beatrice took over and said, " … we are sure that you will find greater pleasure than you could have imagined, as you continue with your holiday. You do not have to worry about what you do here, nobody will judge as you explore the world of unfettered sexual expression. Why ever else would we be naked here otherwise, free of the moralistic constraints of conventional society."
Janet and John absorbed this advice and after coffee and mints (another new experience for them) Beatrice suggested that they take their drinks and make their way over to the pool bar "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 in the right mood for a night of fucking."
Once they were settled by the pool with their drinks, John relaxed back in his chair, and sighed contentedly. Quite apart from having two beautiful women sitting on either side of him, one old enough to be his mother, both relaxed displaying all their feminine delights to the world, there were, as Beatrice 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 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 John and Harald were sporting erections which poked through their loin cloths. Harald had insisted that John took one of the little blue pills that Beatrice had bought with her from her work at the hospital and she looked on approvingly to see that her foresight had resulted in the effect that they were guaranteed to produce.
Beatrice took John's hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am getting John," she murmured seductively, "just right for my Son's lovely thick penis, which will be sliding into my vagina very very soon. I can't tell you how hot I have been ever since I watched you and Janet making love last night, and I can hardly wait to feel you thrusting into me. It will be even more exciting watching Harald taking 'his ********' Janet again, I was so disappointed that I hadn't been around to watch them, when Harald 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 pussy lips, 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, and continue masturbating in a pleasantly leisurely way as they watched naked people fucking all around them. It was Janet who broke the spell, however, and roused them from their post-prandial lethargy.
Jumping up, she exclaimed making full use of her newly acquired vocabulary, "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 Harald's rock-hard penis and gave it a none-too-gentle tug. "I don't want to be laying on wet grass, let's go back to the tents."
Janet and Harald led the way back to the tents, both impatient to get on with the main business of the night. John and Beatrice 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 John arrived to unzip the awning of the larger tent of 'his parents' and get the loungers out from where they were stowed, Janet was already on her knees on the grass, deep-throating Harald's shaft, and feverishly sliding her fingers between her engorged lips into her sopping wet cunt. Harald looked up to see that his wife was already lost in the throes of unbridled lust and this turned him on even more and his cock started to throb and twitch in time with his racing pulse.
While his back was turned, Beatrice, unable to wait any longer, had lain down on the blanket beside Janet, and was lasciviously holding her pussy lips apart like a common whore. "Come and fuck me now John …" she said, "… come and put that magnificent cock into Mummy's hot pussy …. look how wet I am, my Son."
John needed no further prompting, and taking his place between Beatrice's thighs, plunged his cock deep into her in one swift thrust, and started fucking her with short, savage strokes. Taking John's cue, Harald pulled out of Janet's mouth, and pushing her back onto the ground to lie beside his wife, was soon matching John thrust for thrust, filling Janet 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.
John was aroused in a way he had never experienced before. It seemed that it in shedding his clothes he had also broken free of all inhibitions. For the first time in his life he was set free to enjoy his new-found sexuality; everything that had gone before seemed pallid and insipid by comparison to this illicit and dangerous pleasure and the sensations coursing through his body seemed almost as if he had been reborn.
Seeing the faraway look in his eyes, Beatrice pulled him roughly down until his weight was resting on her breasts, "Stop thinking John," she cried out, " … just fuck your mummy until I scream. I want to feel used. Fuck me harder, fill me with your hot cum, I want to feel it trickling down between my thighs!" 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 pussy.
The crudeness of her words stimulated John had had the effect of him increasing the urgency and rhythm of his thrusts, her tight cunt enveloping his shaft in raw animal passion, while the vision of his sister 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. John and Harald ejaculated in unison, grunting and groaning in ecstasy, as their cocks erupted in huge torrents of spunk deep into the pulsating cunts of each other's women. For the next ten minutes or so, all that anyone looking in on this scene of delicious debauchery would have seen, was a heaving mass of tangled naked flesh; of exhausted couples 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 or mattress, still glowing in the aftermath of orgasmic euphoria.
Beatrice cuddled up beside Janet, kissed her gently on the lips and murmured. "Mijn lieve, dat was so heet … jouw broer heeft een mooie lul."
Had Janet been conversant with the Dutch language she would have heard, "My dear, that was so hot ….. your brother has a nice dick,"
Janet had never thought of another woman in a sexual way, but there was something about the sensuous feel of Beatrice'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 either John or Harald. She began to return Beatrice'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 Sapphic love.
Over the previous two days, Janet had travelled so far from her former life as a dutiful ******** that she offered no resistance to this further step into a new world of carnality, and when she felt Beatrice'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 and the flow of Harald's cum that was oozing from her.
"Mmm, lieve Janet, u bent dergelijke een bereid leerling … een andere dag, ik hoop dat u veel verder rekening met de heerlijke wereld van lesbische liefde, maar ik denk dat er twee lullen die bereid zijn te neuken opnieuw," and she looked over at John and Harald, who had been stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by the sight of their partners' explicit display.
As before, Janet had not the slightest idea (well, maybe an inkling) of what 'mother' was saying but had she asked she would have been told, "Mmm, dear Janet, you're such a willing learner ….. another day, I would 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."
Whilst her grasp of Dutch may have been a little shaky she had no problem with following Beatrice's gaze and saw, like her, John and Harald stroking their cocks, reinvigorated by their ladies' explicit display.
Beatrice took her fingers out of Janet's cunt, and sucked them, "You taste so nice … " she said in English, loud enough for the two men to hear, …. but now it is time for some more real fucking. This time Janet, we will be in charge. You must understand that men can be so hasty, it is much better to keep them on the edge for as long as you can, then the final climax is so much more satisfying!"
At first Janet was a little disappointed when Beatrice had removed her fingers from her 'Kut', a word that she had recently learned from Harald who had complimented her earlier on her nice Kut. (She had misunderstood and thought perversely that she must have cut herself and he was making some kind of joke.) He soon appraised her that, no, she hadn't hurt herself, it was the Dutch name for her front bum or rather as he put it, her delightful 'cunt'.
In Beatrice's expert hands her cunt had been enjoying a long exquisite orgasm totally different in character from anything she had experienced before, and it gave her an urge, a want, to explore all female loving much further. Perhaps when she got home she would ask her real mother about this.
Beatrice took Janet by the hand and led her over to where the two men were lying and told John that he should get up and move his lounger so that it was positioned opposite Harald's. "That way Janet and I can watch each other riding your cocks and share our orgasms." She then instructed Janet, ".. to just follow everything I do."
Unlike the earlier frenzied orgy, the next half an hour or so was more like an erotic stage play, each movement choreographed to be a steady climb from the gentle foothills of pleasure to the thrusting peaks of infinite rapture. At first Beatrice and Janet rode slowly and deliberately, pleasure coming in like gentle waves breaking on a sandy beach, then the current strengthened and the sensations became more urgent with the waves growing higher until finally the crests of the waves bought a tumult of overpowering majesty.
To Janet it felt like the sea was breaking on the shore of her senses, the waves of pleasure coming at times in rapid succession, then, under Beatrice's guidance of taking things more slowly, of the tide drawing back before returning once more to crash like a great breaker on the beach in a flood of ecstasy rising higher and higher taking her mind and body in a roaring tide of intense and unimagined joy.
As the waves of their orgasms receded, Janet and Beatrice both fell back onto the accommodating bodies of their lovers, their overheated cocks slipping out of two saturated pussies, slowly softening and slick with the combined emissions, their purpose fulfilled and complete. The four lovers lay there, lost to the world and oblivious to the other happy campers around them who passing by had witnessed their antics with approval; they luxuriated in the glow of post-orgasmic peace.
*****
The next morning, Beatrice and Harald called before leaving. They exchanged phone numbers and addresses with John and Janet, promising to keep in touch, and to let them know if they were ever likely to visit England.
John and Janet waved a sad goodbye as they disappeared through the camp gate on the fully laden Motorbike and then turned away to continue their continental adventure without the guidance of their 'parents'.
They stayed on at the site for another couple of days, making new friends and learning new words. The two girls who had taken a shine to John when they had first arrived were from Berlin and he soon learned when they all got together around the pool that German for cunt was 'Fotze'. The girls also advised Janet that John's cock was referred to as a 'Schwanz'. Janet and John were most grateful for the opportunity to expand their foreign vocabulary but unsure how such knowledge would be of use when they returned home.
And so their great adventure came to a close. A few days were spent mainly sightseeing and visiting beaches but they didn't stop at any more nudist sites. However, they both agreed that on future trips to the Continent they would definitely stay at similar sites and that it would be a pre-requisite to check if there were any in the vicinity of places that they wanted to visit.
******
Mother and Father were pleased to have their children safely home and were full of wonder at the tales of what they had been up to in France and to hear of the places they had seen. Janet and John didn't think it was necessary to tell them about every last detail, indeed, they kept away from the specifics of what had gone on at the camping site and just generalised about how nice it was to have sunbathed in guaranteed sunny weather. They also promised to get the roll of film developed quickly so that they could see pictures some of the ancient buildings and vineyards they had visited.
"That will be nice, " said Mother, "I expect that Uncle Harold would like to see those too."
Ah, Uncle Harold!
It was the mention of their uncle that reminded the pair that now they were now very aware of what and why dear Uncle Harold had over the years been so attentive to their mother. Their Dutch friends when they had told them of their living arrangements in England had quickly recognised from the description that Mother was cheating and they said, "You mean that your father is a cuckold!" (This was another word to be added to their vocabulary).
Now conversant and fully practised with carnal knowledge, it only took a few minutes of further explanation by the Dutch 'adopted parents' to educate them as to what cuckoldry was all about and that their real parents were (and had been) indulging in the same.
Janet and John were intrigued at the idea and although they didn't mention it when mother said that Uncle Harold would be coming by next day to see the photographs, they decided that they would not be going out on any errands but rather would stay to see if Harold shared more than just a similarity with the name of their Dutch friend!
There was no doubt that their foreign adventure had bought them great benefits and the twins now had a new confidence to do things that would not have occurred to them otherwise.
The morning of Uncle Harold's visit, as John, once again, shot his load into his sister they both agreed, that overseas travel had certainly broadened the mind and they were already making plans for the next adventure.!
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