Working It Hard at the Camp

Rusty and I used to play with Jill and Hal before we moved to Seattle but we hadn't seen them since our visit to LA 2 ½ years ago so we had a lot to catch up on as they drove us from the Burbank airport towards Big Bear. Their club chapter had leased with option a former church camp for the summer and were trying to form a consortium to buy it. They figured that they could run it as a retreat center and/or nudist park for enough to pay the mortgage but hold out a few weeks for club use. In the meantime they could run a full time party there during July and August.

Barb and I volunteered to come down for a week in July to help them get the camp in order. The ride through the mountain roads really illustrated how much dryer the California woods are than Western Washington woods. Charcoal bark and downed black limbs bespoke a past forest fire. The drive was pleasant and we all enjoyed getting caught up on recent activities of mutual friends. Jill slowed down at a very unlikely turn-off. The road was overgrown and badly rutted. Signs said “Dead End” and “Private property, no entry allowed”. Hal jumped up and opened the chain lock for us to bump and jump down the road. To our surprise, as the road turned about twenty yards from the highway, paving started. We chuckled when they told us that the crummy road discouraged interlopers so they let it deteriorate on purpose as far as one could see it from the highway.

We drove down a steep grade, crossed a dry creek bed then climbed over a little rise. Another chain gate delayed us for a moment or two then we rounded a corner to the camp itself. The most prominent structure was a two story lodge with a high pitched roof. Back and to either side were small A-frame cottages. We pulled into the parking space in front of the lodge and got out to see tennis courts and a large swimming pool that was being filled but was only about half full. The woods started just beyond the pool, surrounding the campground on three sides. The fourth side, the side most distant from the road and overlooking a valley was a large open space with open trenches. Hal told us they were replacing the inoperable camper hook-ups.

On closer inspection the buildings looked rather run-down. The split-log facing on the lodge was coming apart, the trim paint was peeling, and the signs were all askew. The roofing on the A-frames had been removed, leaving just the roofing slats. The place was clearly a work in progress. Inside, the lodge was in better shape. New drywall stood on the walls and ceiling of the grand room ready to be taped and there were wall to wall tarps to protect what I later found to be beautiful hardwood floors. There were new cabinets in the kitchen and a dishwasher was obviously in the process of being installed. As we looked around inside, Hugh and Bev, old friends came down the stairs carrying a full trash bin. Not surprisingly, they wore not a stitch of clothing except scarves over their hair. We started to hug them but Bev shook her head. “Hey. We just finished sanding drywall upstairs. You hug us and you’ll get your clothes dirty. Hang them in the entryway while we dump this into the dumpster.” What could we do but comply.

When they returned and we gave them a good FMC hug, they found out that Rusty and I had just drywalled our new family room so they put us to work immediately, taping in the grand room. The drywall was very professionally installed. There were a minimum of seams and the plug and switch holes were tight. We joked about not having to bring work clothes to a FMC work day. The six of us made excellent progress, finishing up in about three hours. Bev went around, putting finishing touches on the mud while the rest of us took the tools outside to clean them. Just then, two cars pulled up in front of the lodge and some people we didn’t know got out and started to bring grocery bags into the lodge. A few minutes later Bev came out to clean her trowel and asked us all if we were ready for lunch. We were as starved for lunch as we were spattered with drywall mud but a turn through the open showers by the pool quickly cleaned us up.

Hal and I shared a little mutual massage amidst the water and soap. It was good to be back amongst our naked friends. I felt some life waking up in Hal’s cock and noticed that Rusty, that horndog, was poking at Bev with a full hard-on. By the time we had dried each other off all three men walked into the lodge with cocks at full staff and we girls were feeling horny too.The three new couples met us at the door, all naked of course. Jill introduced us. Mavis and Clive are a lovely slim black couple from London. They have a delightful British accent. Julie is a little cherub with full dark hair and aureoles that must be two inches across. Her husband Ben is a real hunk. He’s the drywaller and that hard work shows in his muscles. Mattie is a tall blonde with very small boobs. It’s easy to see that she isn’t a natural blonde since she has a brunette bush by cracky. Her BF Kile has the look of a former jock, very good looking but with a bit of a paunch over his marvelous long thick penis. Brad was a single guy, about 5’ 10”, starting to bald and with a long thin cock that looked intriguing. He had dark complexion a chest full of fur that I’d love to run my hands through.

They invited us into the kitchen where food abounded. We made our own cold cut sandwiches, poured some wine, and moved out to the patio to eat in the shade of the tall fir trees. The talk went on as we all got to know one another. Clumsy me, I dropped a forkfull of lemon pie that hit my breast and fell into my lap. Hugh, the gentleman that he is, offered to clean me up. He took great care to clean every little bit from my breast, paying special attention to my nipple. He even licked my other boob. When I joked that I hadn’t dropped any there, he smiled and said he just wanted to make sure. I leaned back into the lawn chair for him to clean up my lap, which by now had more fluids than just the lemon pie filling. I was really getting into it. Mattie sat down in Rusty’s lap and kissed him. She asked if his erotic massages were as good as they sounded in the newsletter. He could only respond with: “Well, let’s go find out.”

She led him into a smallish building just off to the side of the patio. We all took that as a queue, following them, pairing off as we went. Hugh brought back such wonderful memories as he assisted me onto a mattress and worked his magic on my pussy with his tongue. I felt all sorts of quirky feelings batting about inside me. I reached out for his cock and began to play with his delightful toys. I remembered that he doesn’t do too well with 69s since it hurts his neck so I just played as he brought me higher and higher. I noticed Brad, standing alone watching the action begin so I motioned him to join us on our mattress. It took a while to arrange it but soon I was giving that long skinny dick a blow job while I played with Hugh’s cock as he ate me so artfully. All the sex got to me as I continued to rise in my feelings. I really couldn’t say what Hugh was doing to my pussy but between that, two cocks, and two sets of hands on my boobs I was soon shrieking through a wonderful release. My feelings got all mixed up inside me. I shivered and shook. I moaned and squealed as those oh so wonderful feelings ricocheted through me again and again.

I was just beginning to return to the land of the living when Brad warned me that he was about to cum. I pulled it out of my mouth and told him I’d love to know what it feels like in my pussy. He needed no further encouragement and in a few moments I had Hugh’s thicker, shorter cock in my mouth and Brad was sliding his long, thin tool into my toolbox. Hugh had me so hot that I could feel myself climbing back to orgasm with every thrust Brad made. At first, the depths he reached were a bit uncomfortable but I soon adapted and was reveling in those unique feelings. Hugh was hard as a rock as I played with his balls and sucked on his cock. There’s nothing like two cocks in me on their way to cumming. Again, my feelings began to rise and rise and rise. Feeling Hugh’s cock start to twitch started twitching feelings inside me. His moans got louder until they turned into a long groan as he shot load after load of hot delicious cum into my mouth. I swallowed the first couple of spurts with no trouble but when my orgasm began I just lost it completely, reveling in my complete overwhelming pleasure. Brad’s moans too, turned to groans as he shot his load into my convulsing pussy. What an incredible feeling to be cumming so thoroughly, sharing myself completely with my two men.

We all collapsed into the mattress and snuggled as we recovered from our nirvana. Hugh and I kissed and I shared his cum with him as we lay there. In the distance, through a fog I think I saw Jill in the hanging swing being serviced by Clive. Mattie was riding on Rusty, I think, and I don’t know what everyone else was doing but everyone was obviously having lots of fun.

At one point, the activity had died down so Bev finally got up and announced: “You guys will do anything to get out of work, won’t you.” We laughed a tired laugh. She continued. “If we are going to have this place ready for the dance next week we’ll have to get back to work. Some of the group got busy repairing the false logs on the lodge. Three guys began installing the metal roofing on the A frames. Ben and I worked on the wiring in the A frames. It was all surface wiring so we managed to complete four of the buildings in less than three hours.

We were working on the fifth when another group of people arrived from town. A guy named Fred and his wife Beth went to work with us and we had all the A frames wired and tested by dinner time. We toured the area to see how things were coming and found that the three front walls of the lodge were looking great. All but three of the A frames had roofs, and the lodge trim was almost completely scraped and ready for the glazing to be repointed so we could begin painting the next day. We all agreed that it was a good day’s worth of work.

Another shower removed our grit and grime then we fired up the barbeque. Nature served us up a wonderful desert. As we were finishing dinner the sun set over the nearby hills with marvelous reds, browns, purples and grays. No matter how hot it is during the day, California nights are a bit too cool to running about naked so after cleaning up the dinner mess we all repaired to the only heated building, the one we’d had the orgy in at lunch time. It sure sounded like a good idea to me.

Bev put on some soft music and we settled in for the evening. We talked some, we danced some, we fucked some, we just spent a delightful evening with old and new friends. Clive is a wonderful dancer and I loved listening to his compliments in that sexy British accent. Our dance slowly became an amorous mating ritual. I rubbed my boobs into his chest and felt his hardening black tool poking at me down below. After a long languorous kiss, he asked me how I would like to get together so I suggested that we find an empty mattress and just let things happen. He’s a marvelous kisser. I love running my hands through a black man’s pubic hair. It has a feel like no other.

We lay there playing slowly, enjoying ourselves, in no hurry to go anywhere. Rusty walked by with the blonde/brunette to ask how I was doing. He always checks up on me to make sure I’m having fun. I could see that he was having fun, the head of his cock was sticking out just past her fist and it was hard and stiff.

Clive and I continued playing together. He kissed me all over. We took turns eating each other, did a little 69, we changed positions from time to time and I got to feel his cock in my pussy several times. We weren’t after quick orgasms, we just had a wonderful time stimulating each other and taking our time about it. Even so, both of our feelings were rising and at one point when he had my legs on his shoulders and he was slowly thrusting that delicious cock in and out of me, holding eye contact, I smiled and told him I’d like to go for it. He smiled back and responded by plunging full into me, much deeper than Rusty does. He began thrusting, pulling almost out, then thrusting til our pubic mounds met. At that point he would execute a few circular movements, exciting the hell out of my clit. It was a bit disappointing when he then pulled almost out again but each time he did that my feelings grew and grew.

Slowly I approached Nirvana again, feeling those wonderful quirks and hot flashes all through me. Each time he plunged his cock deeply and rotated on my pussy I grew more and more aroused. This went on and on until I couldn’t handle it any more. While we were rubbing mounds together I thrusted my hips at him and held him closely, fucking him for all I was worth. The dam burst and I was carried away in wonderment as he held me in suspension with his marvelous dick in me. I came and came and came, collapsing in exhaustion when I could cum no more. It slowly became apparent that he was still inside me, thrusting gently. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Finally on the third try I asked him if he wanted to cum in my cunt or my mouth. He thrusted a couple more times as he thought then maneuvered until his lovely cock was right in front of my face. The combined tastes of my juices and his pre-cum delighted my palate. We both smelled like a French whore house and that added to the pleasure.

I sucked and licked, exploring all about his genitals, loving the feelings and the tastes. I made sure his balls got lots of attention too. Soon his cock was twitching and jumping. He moaned and loaded my mouth with more delicious cum. I kissed and sucked him, using my hands creatively to maximize his pleasure. When he finally relaxed we kissed long and deep. Lazily drifting off to a well earned sleep. The hard work and the fucking left us tired enough that we slept the sleep of the sated.

The Next Morning

Daylight was just peering over the mountains through the windows when Hugh came through the community sleeping area clanking on a big pot with meat tenderizer hammer. “Drop those cocks and grab your socks everyone. Breakfast is ready.” Clive and I slowly, lethargically climbed out of the bed and shared a naked hug. We didn’t kiss because of morning mouth but we both did manage a fondle or two on the way to the showers. Oh, the showers. The hot water in the brisk mountain air woke us up quickly enough that I got another taste of Clive’s lovely oversized cock. While I was down there I managed a taste of three or four other cocks that happened to be nearby showering. They were all floppy that early in the morning but I like them that way too.

The guys didn’t have much to do to get ready, not even a tie to pick out. It took us gals a while longer, what with hair to dry and all. But we didn’t have to pick out clothes either so we threw our towels over our shoulders and trooped into the dining room to be greeted by the best smells imaginable. I discovered how much better brown rice fried in a bit of olive oil tastes with eggs. Much better than greasy hash browns. Brad, on my right, let me taste his buttermilk pancake and, would you believe it, he dropped some of the huckleberry syrup on my boob. Always the gentleman, he licked it off clean as a whistle. Everyone was taking liberties around the big table so nobody thought anything of it. Ben, on my left, said: “I can do better than that.” And laughed as he dropped a chunk of pineapple in my lap.

“Naughty boy.” I giggled, “Are you planning on cleaning that up for me?” He answered by climbing under the table and opening my legs. He did a marvelous job of cleaning up the pineapple and everything else too. It was quite a feeling, sitting there with a lot of naked frisky people making out and playing. There I was, finishing up my breakfast while a guy I hardly knew was giving me a very well done pussy licking. From time to time I would hand him a bit of fruit which he would swirl in and around my pussy then make a big production out of cleaning me up. I was getting really into it, getting quite close when I absently put a piece of pineapple in my mouth. Being quite distracted, the sour taste caused me to shudder which kind of merged into a shudder of a different kind as I shook in my chair with a marvelous orgasm. What a neat experience as Ben kept me going all the way through my cum until I stopped shivering.

Ben got up and, kissing my hand, {another nice touch} thanked me for a delightful breakfast. I followed my devilish impulse and took his cock in my hand and slathered it with some of the spiced applesauce. Noting Brad’s not insignificant tool not a foot away, I decorated his cock with some of the strawberry preserves. Topping them off with a dollop of whipped cream, I declared that it was time for my dessert. What a tasty and stimulating treat with which to finish breakfast. Alternating between them, I enjoyed the taste and feelings they were sharing with me. From time to time they refreshed my dessert with more of several kinds of sweets. You ought to try this some time, it adds a real dimension to the exchange. The guys were shivering and shuddering with excitement, increasing their movement as they approached release. I love eating cock when I’m not distracted by someone at my pussy. I can feel all their feelings and enjoy all the nuances of new, unexplored territory. The toppings added a lot. Face it, cum tastes good but it just doesn’t have the variety we found at the breakfast table. With a set of balls in each hand and two very tasty cocks to suck and lick, it was a very heady experience. Brad came first with an incredibly intense shudder and moan. He didn’t give me a lot of cum to eat but then, his balls were busy making up for what he’d ejaculated last night. Anyway, the toppings made up for the lack of cum. Brad collapsed into his chair as I turned to Ben and gave his cock and balls as much attention as I could until he began to pulse his body and shake all over. What a morning. He came and came and came as I continued my ministrations on his convulsing cock. I loved every second of it as I cleaned up every bit of cum and topping.

Bev grasped my shoulder and smiled. “Don’t get our workers so tired they can’t work today, Barb.” We all laughed. After we bussed our tables and cleaned up we finished the wiring and roofs. By about 10:30, we all gathered by the pool in our walking shoes for another project. Bev handed out plastic gloves and black plastic bags. She divided us into four groups, one for each of the hiking trails. Each group got two saws, a couple of shovels, and some pruning shears. Off we went up the trail, picking up all manner of assorted detritus which included a large number of used condoms. We trimmed away from the trails and sawed off some broken branches Jim warned us that at several points our trail could be seen from the road so when we saw a car coming we had to jump behind the trees. Each time I hid I saw to it that it was with a different guy. A car coming then going gave us about three minutes to play behind those trees. I noted that they had planted a lot of new trees between the trail and the road. In a few years, they won’t have to worry about being seen by passing cars.

After two hours of cleaning, we reached a meadow at which the trails converged. Bev and Hugh were there with two kids’ wagons filled with goodies to eat. Shortly thereafter the other three groups joined us there. We were famished enough that sex didn’t occur to us…. Until after we ate. Over lunch, Rusty introduced me to a guy that had come up early that morning. Lars was tall thin and light. He had almost no body hair except a small, almost invisible blond patch at his crotch. His long wispy hair blew in the breeze seductively. His dick didn’t quite reach down even to the bottom of his balls. Thin, uncut, and not too long, it still looked interesting. Well, all cocks look interesting, but his was nice, kind of like a little boy’s. Part of the lunch conversation was Rusty letting me know that he’d told Lars that I was a very good lay and that we ought to get together. I made a joke about his pimping for me. Lars smiled a charming, lovely smile and told me. “No. He just wanted an excuse to be with my wife Joan.” We all laughed. I retorted: “Rusty’s a horn-dog. He doesn’t need an excuse, especially for someone as lovely as Joan.” Joan and Lars kissed then moved over to us.

Rusty and I, as you know, don’t concern ourselves with pairing up with a specific couple. We go with whoever looks interesting, regardless of their connection. When we do make a literal swap, though, it is particularly interesting, especially afterward when we compare notes four ways. Lars began by touching me very lightly all over, almost tickling me. He didn’t ignore my erogenous zones but he didn’t concentrate on them. Hell, with him, all of me was an erogenous zone. It didn’t take me long to get up and running. Because he was kneeling to my side on the blanket I found it convenient to watch and play with his dick and balls. As his touches and kisses engendered an ever-growing salacious arousal in me, seeing and feeling his dick change and grow added an incredible dimension to my sexual energy. Starting out very small, maybe two and a half inches long and less than half an inch across, it grew and grew in my hand. I love watching and feeling a cock grow but his was especially interesting. Giving in to my urge, I swung around to take it into my mouth. It grew a bit more from the touch of my lips and tongue. Between the feeling of his cock in my mouth and his touches and kisses all over me, I was getting hot enough to cum even without any clitoral contact. He moved around and the feelings of his lips finally on my pussy drove me up the wall. His tongue did such wonderful things to my arousal that I lost it. The wave of pleasure enveloped me completely. Rusty told me later that my scream distracted everyone in the meadow. Oh my gosh, does Lars have a talented mouth. He knew just where to push my buttons with it. He seemed to know just how far to back off his ministrations to my pussy as I enjoyed the post-orgasmic cloud. I assume I still had his cock in my mouth but I just don’t remember. He also knew just when to start again, bringing me to another marvelous orgasm. I can’t remember what he did or what I did. I only knew that he was just plain wonderful. Slowly recovering from my reverie I began to notice something different. I was no longer sucking his cock. He was kissing me. With his lips at mine, what was that stimulating my pussy…. His delightful cock. Now his tongue was tickling my tonsils and the taste of my juices on his mouth was driving me crazy.

I slowly switched from post orgasmic bliss to pre-orgasmic excitement. Oh my gosh was Lars good. His dick may not have been long but he sure knew how to use it to stir things up inside me. My heat flashes and chills, my shuddering and shaking, brought me to another climax. It might have been a minute or thirty minutes, I don’t know how long it took to reach the pinnacle of feelings. I was just carried along until finally I was engulfed in such a humongous climax that I can’t describe my feelings. When I finally recovered some of my senses, I found that he was still inside me, still rocking back and forth against me. Finally sated by so many great orgasms I barely managed the energy to pull him to me so I could take his hard little, wonderful, cock into my ready, grateful, mouth. Still on an incredible emotional high, I wanted to share his feelings now. I sucked and licked all over his cock and lovely hairless balls. He seemed to love it when I tickled his balls with my fingernails. Oh he felt good in my mouth as I used all my talents to bring him off with as much gusto as possible. He lasted a long time, allowing me to indulge my love of cocksucking to the max. Slowly I could feel him rising to his heights as I lashed his cock with my lips and tongue. It was time so I moistened my finger with my saliva and slipped it in to massage his prostate. I could feel his nuts begin to tense. His cock shuddered a few times and suddenly, in concert with an incredibly loud groan, he filled my mouth with gallons of hot, salty cum. I reveled in his contractions and the spurts that I couldn’t swallow all of. Even his balls contracted each time he spurted. It was an awesome experience to be able to share his feelings like that. I kept eating him all through his orgasm and loved the feeling as his cock retreated, changing shape and losing its full hard body.

Finally, when it was all the way back to normal I let it go and we kissed, sharing the tastes of his juices on my lips as we collapsed into each other's arms.When I finally opened my eyes we were the only ones left in the meadow. What the hell, I thought. We dozed off alone there in the great outdoors.On the walk back to camp we must have looked like teenaged lovers, stopping from time to time to embrace and kiss. When we finally got back to the camp Lars’ wife was by the trail raking up trash. Putting down her rake, she gave us a big naked group hug and asked: “Isn’t he a doll?” All I could say was “Boy is he ever. You are one very fortunate woman.”With over fifty people working we had the camp ship-shape by five o’clock on the next day. I won’t describe the sexual experiences that night except to say that both Rusty and I had encounters with several members of the opposite sex. Oh, and one other thing. Everyone saw me with Lars and I didn’t hesitate to recommend his talent to other women so he was one very popular guy after that. We tried a dip in the pool but it was still too cold. I’ve never seen dicks, scrotums, and nipples so puckered up in my life.

The dance in the great hall that night after everything was done was fantastic. There is nothing like dancing naked. Everyone ought to do that on a regular basis. I’ll just let your imagination run wild until I can get around to describing it. By the time we headed back to LA, believe me, we were all well fucked.