Campsite Fun

Sitting in Sid's Café, sipping on a mug of black coffee, I mulled over the events of the last few days and inwardly groaned. I was twenty-eight years old, but there was no doubt about it, I had let myself down this time, lost a good, well-paying job, because I had listened to my prick yet again. I'd been caught bang to rights fucking my boss's wife. There was no denying it, she was naked, legs spread, her bald cunt dripping from the orgasm she'd just experienced.

It was at that split second of my ejaculation, spurting a stream of cum, from her navel, up her belly and across tits, that her husband and his mother, walked into the summer house I was supposed to be working on. The old girl, God bless her, staggered in shock towards me. I was quick to my feet and grabbed her before she fell on her face, sitting her down as gently as I could with my shorts at my knees, my cock still dripping from its pleasures.

It had been a good thirty-minute session, I'd been very attentive, the wife was almost in a swoon of delight. She couldn't muster the strength to hide herself, instead she lay there, her chubby flesh rippling as she tried to move. She managed to mumble, 'I'm sorry,' before her husband flew at her. I stepped in and pushed him back.

That wasn't as heroic as it seems. The boss says he's five foot tall, but most people can see that's a lie, he may have a bit of middle-aged spread to give him some weight, but I'm six foot and strong, I sat him down hard.

"It was just a fuck Boss." I said honestly. "A onetime thing." I lied; there had been four other occasions.

His head was in his hands, shaking from side to side, murmuring what a whore she was. The mother woke and surveyed the room as the wife, now recovered, reached for some clothes.

"You better go." She said softly.

Before I'd been distracted by the wife, I'd worked five hours on the summer house, there was no way I could book that now. The Boss was well known and respected in the city; there was no way I could get a job around here. I needed to think where I could go.

Then I got a weird phone call. A woman called Dee, introduced herself as a half-sister, our father had died. She'd found out about me when his will was read. There was no money, a little bit of debt to be settled but it appeared we now owned half a camp site each. It was a little run down but was worth having a look at.

So here I was, waiting for Dee to turn up so I could drive us three hundred miles from home. As far as I was concerned, if it was all a lot of nonsense, I'd find work and leave my old life behind.

"Are you Jack Naylor?"

I turned to the voice, to see a petite woman, I'd say twenty-five, with a mop of blonde curly hair. She had a huge smile on her pretty face that made me like her instantly.

"Dee?" I asked, standing up to shake her hand. I realised I was at least a foot taller.

"Dee Burton, your sister."

She didn't want a drink, so we set off in my truck.

"What do you do?" She asked, looking at the tools and equipment.

"I'm a builder by trade but I can do basic plumbing, electrics, plastering and some joinery. What do you do?"

"Cleaning jobs mostly, though I have worked in factories, but the last year I've worked at the camp site."

The journey was horrendous, it took twelve hours, arriving at a pitch-black car park at three in the morning.

"I need to pee." She said desperately.

"You go to the left, I'll go right." I said not waiting for her to protest.

We were expected the day before; it will be six hours before the estate agent would arrive with keys. The temperature outside had plummeted. When the engine stopped running this was reflected in my truck, but I was low on fuel. We both began to shiver. I looked in the back; there were a few old sheets I used when painting.

"It would be better if we cuddled." Dee whispered.

Outside flecks of snow began to fall as we struggled to find a comfortable way to share the heat. We moved to the back seat, she lay with her back to the seat, I clung to the end. The blankets worked, giving us some warmth which sent us to sleep. When I woke, we had changed positions. I was stretched out on my back, she was laid on top me, her dribble had wet my tee-shirt.

Feeling the warmth from her body triggered a natural reaction for me. I began to recite names of football teams to take my mind of off it, but my cock was relentless and grew to its full height. It didn't help the way she was laid; her pussy was directly above my cock head.

I felt her stir, then her body stiffen, her eyes met mine, I blushed red.

"Let's not talk about the elephant in the room." I said, shifting her.

"Well. Elephant isn't the word I'd use." She joked; her huge grin had me laughing.

I looked at my watch, it was 8.30, light enough to see outside. She walked me down a little lane to small house with a picket fence.

"It's been empty since the beginning of October." She said looking through a grimy window as I fiddled with the door lock. "They'll be here soon with the keys."

I clicked the door open and stepped inside.

"This is the office, shop, reception and home." She said brightly. "There are two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, at the back there is a living room, kitchen and utility." Dee said brightly taking me upstairs, showing me her bedroom first.

The double bed was a good size, there was a wardrobes and drawer units, all the things' people needed. I saw her look to her bedside cabinet and rush over to hide it with her body, but I had already seen the vibrator lain on top. She grinned but I pretended I hadn't seen.

My bedroom however was in a mess. There'd been a leak directly over the bed, which was soaked, it stank of damp and sodden plasterboard.

"I can fix the leak easy enough." I said.

"I'll clear up the mess." She said brightly.

Someone shouted up the stairs, they had the keys and some papers to sign. When he'd gone, I went straight to work. It took about an hour to fix the leak and another to replace the water damaged plasterboard with a small patch. It would need painting, but I wasn't bothered about that.

For the rest of the day, I went around fixing things. Dee seemed pleased I was so handy, especially when I got the heating working. It was an old calor gas relic but it warmed the house and there were three big bottles of gas, enough for the rest of the winter.

My bedroom however wasn't habitable. The mattress was ruined and the mould needed treating. Dee suggested we both used her bed until we could get a solution. The sofa in the lounge was small, no good for me, so we agreed.

That night she laid facing right, I faced left. There was at least a foot between us. Of course, when I woke, we had shifted. I was on my back, she was laid half on me, her arm was under my tee-shirt, a hand resting on my breast. My hand had slipped down the back of her shorts, pulling them down enough to expose her pale white arse which my hand was cupping.

I extracted my hand and pulled back her shorts before she woke up, immediately apologising.

"I don't think we can be related." Dee said sitting up in bed. "My dad was five two, my mother four eleven, I'm five foot, you are six foot and wide with black hair, we are all blonde. Genetics doesn't work that way."

"I was thinking that myself." I added. "My mother was a bit of slag, seven kids, five different fathers, I think she lied to your dad."

"It doesn't make a difference to the inheritance; he was sure you are his and was ashamed he didn't get to know you."

After coffee she showed me a large barn that was filled with some grey objects. It appeared they were pods he'd bought from a camp site that had gone into liquidation. He'd used all his money getting them then realised he didn't have a clue how to put them together. He'd had a heart attack trying which meant getting them in position was important to Dee.

A plan showed how they should be spaced, she showed me the field they would fit in. Basically, metal poles and struts would fit together like a mechano kit, thick, heavy canvas would be dragged over them. The inside would have a shower, toilet and washbasin, with the rest being split into different compartments with movable walls. They could be made into three bedrooms.

I'd need some heavy equipment to shift the gear to the field, then dig channels to lay the pipes for water, sewage and electric. Not having any of these I drove to the farm next door, parking outside a huge modern house.

A man answered, he was obese, puffing and blowing just from walking to the door. He didn't look happy at being interrupted, presumably from a large breakfast. I explained briefly what I was after and he confirmed he had a JCB and a forklift truck and would lend them to me for a couple of days, if I dug out a drainage ditch for him.

"Have you had a quote for the work?" I asked.

"Sixty grand." He replied.

"So, you want me to dig out a fucking sixty grand ditch, for two days hire. Where the fuck do you get that from?" I said instantly losing my temper.

"Brian! What have I said about upsetting the locals." A woman shouted as she came to the door, inviting me in, making a coffee.

"I'm sorry." She said. "He doesn't have a clue about talking to other people."

"I write video games. We own the farm, but other people do all the work." He said looking to the floor.

"I'm Jan, he's Brian," Jan said holding out a hand. "You can borrow anything you want, free of charge."

Jan was perhaps the most beautiful person I have ever seen. She was dressed in a see though chiffon fabric, but you couldn't fully make out what lay beneath it. Her breasts were large; you could see them move freely as she walked but couldn't see her nipples. The shape of her bottom was on show, the crack of her arse was almost to be seen. The dress was short and bellowed out as she walked. There was no sign of shirts or panties, I guessed she was shaven as there was no evidence of dark pubic hair. Her face was a mixture from the girl next door to a high-class whore, everything about her seemed perfect.

I looked to him, sweating from sitting down. He was enormously fat, with chins that wobbled as he talked. He seemed to gulp in each breath he took, a top specimen for a walking heart attack.

"Show him the barn." Jan said with a smile.

Brian took me to huge metal barn full of equipment, all of them spotlessly clean. The JCB had three different sized buckets with it, the smaller was ideal for what I wanted. The place even had a fridge with it, full of every drink. He took a full fat coke and sat on a bench. There was no room for me, so I leant against the forklift.

"You wife's a." I paused to think of the right word.

"I know, why is fat fuck like me married to a woman like her." Brian said sadly.

"Look, I'm not a local so you are probably my best bet for a mate, so I'll tell you now, don't leave her with me, I'm weak." I said with a grin.

Brian laughed. "When we first set up together, we lived in a shithole flat for two years while I made my name. But sitting in a chair twelve hours a day, eating burgers to keep me working, turned me into this."

"You need to do something about it, if you don't someone else will be fucking her." I advised, bloke to bloke.

"The best I can do right now is watch her play on cam with some random guy, but I know she needs more." Brian said sadly. "We were looking for the right person."

"Fuck me, I bet you have a million volunteers." I joked.

"Do you fancy a few gym sessions with me, show me what to do?" He asked.

"Could do, but why don't you work with me. I'll show you how to drive the machines. If you're moving about it will do you good."

He was pleased with the idea; He struggled to get in my truck but went with me to the builder's yard nearby, to order the biggest sceptic tank I could get hold of and more gear so I could mark out the footing for the pods.

I bought him a pair of safety boots and a hi- viz vest. It was the biggest there and hardly fitted him, but he was as pleased as could be. We spent a cold afternoon working out where the pipes should go, pegging it all out. This took us three days because we realised we had gone wrong.

Brian directed me as I dug the channels out in a complicated pattern that had my head buzzing and I'd done it before. There were a few times when he had to sit down for a while and at the end of the day he was knackered, but he was fun to work with.

I took him home on the Friday night, we were both laughing as we walked through the door, he'd fallen into a pile of sticky mud and was covered in it. But he saw it as a badge of courage. Jan shook her head, jokingly moaning at him for making a mess.

"The sauna is ready; it will clean you off and ease your muscle pain." She nagged. "You too."

"The sauna's great at the end of the day." Brian said, so I agreed.

The changing room was as big as our lounge; I stripped off and wrapped myself in a towel. Brian was already in there.

"If I've not lost weight this week I'm going to sue you." He joked.

The door opened, Jan walked in wearing the smallest bikini in existence, she sat next to me and stretched out, breathing in the heat. A nipple slipped out her top, she pushed it back in without comment. My cock was hard, the last sex I'd had was a lifetime ago, in my mind I pictured the bosses wife, laid naked spread eagle, dripping with lust.

I sat back and looked at the ceiling, trying not to look at the grin on Brian's face. I felt a hand tug at my towel, releasing my cock, Jan's hand gripped the shaft, murmuring her appreciation as she wanked it.

"Lay back." She whispered.

I lay in the bench allowing her to move up my body, placing her wet cunt over my throbbing cock head. We both sighed as my shaft disappeared inside her. Her head moved to mine; hair tickled my face as she moved closer to kiss me gently. My tongue sought her mouth as hands gripped her tits, but her concentration was more basic, it lay between her legs. She moved her body to increase the pressure on her clit and in minutes had done the job.

"Oh fuck." She sighed as her climax struck home, after panting for a minute she lifted off me. "I need to see to my boy." She whispered and walked over to Brian.

I watched her hand move under the flabs of fat hiding his cock and the movements she made wanking him. His hands mauled her tits, groaning with desire.

"That's a good load honey." She said when his faced creased up.

She looked at her hand, it was coated in cum.

"Momma wants some alone time now, is that ok?" She said softly, kissing him.

She took me naked to their bed. We hugged and kissed for a while, finding the mood again. Her naked pussy felt hot on my hand, but she pushed it away.

"I finger myself a lot and he likes going down on me, all I need from you is your cock. Is that ok?" She whispered. "Give me another orgasm and I will swallow your cum. Don't cum inside though, I'm not on birth control and there is no fucking way you are wearing a condom."

Her perfect body welcomed me with love. Her hips moved with mine, grinding against my cock, her hands moving over my skin. I breathed in her perfume as she bit my shoulder, almost crying with the pleasure running through her body.

I gain much of my enjoyment of sex through my partner's pleasure. That night I felt it was a duty in some way to give her everything she needed. I knew she had cum more than once, but she needed one more, so I turned her on her belly, laying gently back on her body, sliding my cock in slowly, tenderly. I saw her fists grip the sheets, her body shivered and relaxed.

Three more strokes and I was ready, pulling out to dump a pool of cum at the top of her arse crack, quickly grabbing the towel from the sauna to clean her up.

She turned over slowly.

"I love my husband." She said softly. "I will never leave him, but I have some needs only you can give me."

"I understand. He loves you to, it was great fun, I'll go home now."

I had to do a kind of walk of shame, going through the house naked to get my clothes from the changing room. When I got home Dee was sat in the lounge watching TV. I grabbed a beer each and sat beside her. She leant across and smelt me.

"You stink of woman." She said, pulling the can open.

"I'll go for a shower." I replied. We were still having to sleep together.

I came down clean and fresh and sat next to her again, slurping the beer as quickly as possible.

"Your mattress will be with us tomorrow." She said while watching the TV.

"That's a pity, I like waking up with your hands on me." I grinned.

"Thought we didn't talk about the tiny elephant in the room." She snapped back.

We felt comfortable with each other. She snuggled into me; my arm went around her as we watched the usual crap. We were both knackered from the day and slipped into sleep. When I woke her for bed her eyes fluttered open to look into mine. Her mouth opened slightly, I leant down as she moved up, our lips met, I landed a gentle kiss on her lips, she responded but at the point where things were going to develop, I pulled back.

We went to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next day was big; we laid the pipes to connect to the toilets first. It wasn't a difficult job, but we were surprised that we connected all twenty-five toilets to the sewer pipes in a day. Water was next, laying the pipe, connections could be fitted later. Wastewater used the sewer pipes of the house. Cables were laid alongside for the electric and internet.

It was a complicated puzzle, but it gave us a buzz when it was done. The forklift was brought over. The floors for three at a time were laid, then the heavy canvas covers were pulled over and all inner connections sorted, showers, toilets, sinks. We could finish three pods in a day.

On the last day Jan visited us, she suggested we should all stay overnight, try the pods out. Make a night of it. She rushed off, returning with food and drink and overnight clothes. It was the end of March, the air was still chilled, but it was warm enough inside the pods.

Wearing thick coats, we lit up the BBQ, burned a lot of meat and drank beer so cold it took your breath away. We gathered in Jan and Brians pod, to take shots and warm up. It was late before Jan fell asleep ending the night.

Dee and I walked arm in arm to the pods we would use.

"It will be too cold inside for one person." Dee said, grinning.

"You've missed me, haven't you?" I laughed,

"I have to admit you are comfortable to sleep on."

She changed in the bathroom, while I stripped down to boxers and tee-shirt and leapt under the covers. She soon followed; we both stayed under the sheets till we'd warmed up.

Giggling I lay on my back; she lay half on me in the same way as she normally woke up. Her arm was over my chest.

"I'm not that tired now." She whispered, her hand moving to my waist. "Jan seems nice. Is she the one you smelt of?"

"It's complicated." I replied. Her hand moved to my belly; the tip of her little finger was under the lip of my shorts.

"It's been a long time, Jack." She whispered, her hand pushed inside my shorts, finding my growing cock.

Her eyes looked desperate, her lips needed the touch of mine, I obliged, allowing her to grasp my cock, freeing it from my shorts, pumping it slowly as our kiss grew to a lovers embrace.

She pulled off her nightshirt, allowing sight of her breasts for the first time. They were small, fitting in each hand, with dark red nipples as hard as bullets. I groaned as I fondled them, drawing pleasure as I suckled.

Her body felt small underneath me. I was careful not to let any of my weight bare down as I kissed her body, spending a short moment tasting her sex, sipping the nectar from her cunt, before sliding up her body, piercing her with my trembling cock.

Her cunt was tight, but she wasn't a virgin, her female lubrication bathed my cock in sensations of joy. She was crying out with each stroke, grabbing at my flesh, squeezing my ass cheeks, digging nails into my back. Pleasure raged through her, she screamed, as if in pain, then went limp in my arms.

"I'm on the pill." She whispered in my ear.

I turned her around, moving her body to give me deep access as I fucked her doggystyle. Her back was brown and smooth; her buttocks gave her an arse to grab hold of. I looked down to see her anal opening. For a short moment I thought of exploring that option but the sensations I was feeling were too much to leave.

Grunting, I filled her cunt with five spurts of cum. She lay flat, I lay on her not wanting to remove my prick, not caring that the sheets were getting wet.

"I don't want this to be the only time, but we know it can't last forever." She whispered after some time.

"Let's just enjoy whatever we have." I said, kissing the top of her head gently.

We all ate breakfast together the next day, which was unusually warm, so we could sit outside.

"Am I redundant now?" Brian asked.

"We've loads left to do, but it will be easier, not so complicated." I replied, which was true.

"I need photos for the web site so we can start making bookings. I was wondering if you could be a hiker, show people what we offered." Dee said to Jan who was thrilled with the idea.

Most people who used our campsite were interested in the long hikes around us, the nature, fishing in the river, bike trails and cold-water swimming in the old quarry. All of these weren't affected by rain.

But when the sun was hot, there was quarry to sunbathe around, a watering hole in the river. where the water wasn't so cold and plenty of room in the meadows. People could turn up and pitch a tent for a night or weeks, RW's and small caravans could also get to the site, and park up, plugging into electrics and water, with plenty of space around them.

When the website went live all four of us sat around the screen waiting for something to happen. Two days later the first booking for a pod was registered, after that five more. The book was starting to fill up fast; the pods it seemed were a good idea.

Before the season began, Jan and Brian invited us over for a meal and drinks. Brians a brilliant cook and served us a feast fit for kings. As we relaxed, sipping on drinks the conversation turned to what lay ahead. Dee, having worked a year at the campsite took the floor.

"People come here for exercise and nature. We don't get many children. Long walks and cold swims get the blood going, people then get frisky, especially after a few drinks. If you walk by at night, you will hear all kinds of strange sounds, people just seem to go on a shag fest."

"Do you join in?" Jan asked and giggled.

Dee blushed furiously, "There were a few times." She confessed looking at me. "People who do a lot of working tend to be fit and randy."

"What about with another couple." Jan asked. Dee nodded her head.

"It seems inhibitions get left behind, they are on holiday and want to have fun." She said.

"What about girl on girl?" Jan asked pushing the conversation.

"Men love the idea of their wives touching another woman. Often the wives want to dabble but don't have the opportunity. Things get wild, wives want to put on a show for their husbands." Dee answered honestly.

"I've always wanted to try it." Jan confessed, then realised what she'd said. "I mean, like, I think many women would want to try it." She was stuttering and blushing furiously. "But the opportunity doesn't come along."

"I'd like to watch that." Brian said. "And the opportunity is here."

"Brian, stop it." Jan chafed.

"Is there much difference in a way a man kisses to the way a girl does?" I asked.

"Guys have scratchy faces; women are much softer." Dee answered and giggled.

"Who is better at oral?" Brian asked.

"It just depends on who is behind the tongue." Dee retorted.

The atmosphere in the room was electric, I looked to the girls, they were making a lot of eye contact. I saw Jan slightly jerk her head to the left. Dee nodded and stood up, walking to the stairs. Of course we followed. I was rock hard by the time we reached the bedroom. Brian sat in a big chair to watch the fun. Dee's top was already off, her bra soon followed. Jan lay on her side, and the pair began to kiss, starting tenderly but this soon ramped up.

Dee's fingers pushed Jan's panties down enough so she could rub her pussy, I saw a finger push inside and begin a jerky movement as she frigged her. Jan suckled on Dee, slurping on her hard nipples as she writhed on the bed.

"Jack, get behind her." Jan said. Dee looked shocked.

"We heard you fucking the other night, it's not a problem to us." Jan said with a smile as she pulled off the rest of their clothes.

I sidled up behind Dee, adjusting her body so my cock could penetrate. Brian gasped louder than Dee when I began fucking her. Jan was licking and kissing all over Dee's body, but when her mouth moved to her cunt, licking the skin gripping my cock she rocked so much my cock slipped out.

Jan pounced on the wide-open cunt, pushing her head between her friends' legs, sucking the juices into her mouth before devouring the swollen pussy lips presented before her. Dee cried out with joy and slackened her body.

"That was fast." Dee said. "Sorry. Let me lick you."

Brian and I watched as Dee poured pleasure onto Jan, from sucking her tits to spreading her legs so she could get closer to her dripping fanny. A thumb plunged in, Jans head slammed back, her lips were tightly shut, as were her eyes.

The sigh she uttered seem to last an age; she fell back onto the bed with a huge grin on her face. I looked to Brian, he looked red faced, his cheeks were blowing as Dee stroked his cock firmly, Jan went to him, pushing her tits in his face, letting his hands grab her arse as Dee worked his cock.

I didn't feel left out, the scene before me was a huge turn on.

"He does cum a lot." Jan said when Dee withdrew her hand that was covered in his mess.

She cleaned it up quickly and looked to me.

"I know what it feels like with Jan, you have a turn." Dee said cheekily.

It was a challenge I couldn't back out of but I had an idea that would blow their minds.

Dee lay on the bed, legs spread, waiting for the action. I kissed her lips passionately, then moved to her neck and shoulders to lay gentle kisses down her side, slowly moving to her pubic mound which I pushed my nose into, taking a long sniff.

I went to her pussy lips, caressing them, moving on her clit when I felt her passion grow, I took her almost to the point of no return before lifting my tongue away. The first time she groaned her displeasure, the second she swore, as he came close for the third time I turned her over.

"Let me cum." She moaned but I wasn't finished.

I adjusted her body so I could get at her swollen cunt, sucking on her clit, when I felt her body respond I moved my tongue upwards, gently pushing the tip of my tongue around her brown hole. Her reaction was instant. As my tongue explored more, she cried out, shouting my name, begging me not to stop.

Her anal hole was now opening a touch. I used this to blow my spit inside, sucking it back and repeating the process until my face was covered in slime. I turned her back over and moved directly to her clit, whirling my lips over it, as the thumb of my right hand pressed against her brown hole, adding pressure until it slipped in, up to the knuckle. Ignoring her screams of pleasure I pushed it in further, rocking it back and forth as if it were a cock.

I had to hold her down firmly with my other arm as wave after wave of sheer bliss washed over her in a series of orgasms that made her judder on the bed.

All this had taken a lot of energy; I couldn't carry on and sat back.

Dee lay gasping on the bed; she couldn't speak for an age and could hardly move.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Are you joking, after that I'll never be the same again. "She whispered.

Jan gave her a glass of water. "Something as good as that must be illegal." Dee said, sitting up.

"Well, he is your brother." Brian quipped.

We couldn't help but laugh. Both girls offered themselves to me, but I turned them down, it would've spoiled the moment.

A mate at the builder's centre tipped me off about a load of stone, wall tiles, that were practically being given away. It took me two days to turn the toilet and shower block for those in tents, into a luxury facility.

Once the weather showed signs of improvements, Brian and I gave every building a lick of paint. Being a builder, I was able to fix potholes and replace pavement slabs. These and a load more small jobs transformed the site, giving it a classier feel for next to nothing.

Dee and I had agreed to split any costs between us, but her bank balance hadn't been able to keep up. This didn't bother me; I had decent amount behind me and could always get a job elsewhere if I had to. Besides, more than anything, I was having fun.

The big day arrived, six couples turned up ready for a week of fun. Dee had employed half a dozen people, most of them on cleaning duties but some where there simply to help the guests get what they wanted. Hiking trails were marked out on maps with recommended pubs to call on to make the day go better.

They were all given a mobile number to call if they needed help, though nothing was expected from them. But on the second week, when we were half full, a call came from a woman who'd hurt her ankle. She was away from the road, about two miles from the site, everyone else was busy so I went.

I found her sat beneath a tree. I'd booked her and a friend in two days earlier.

"You ok Ruth?" I asked. She lifted her foot from the grass and winced.

"Where's your friend?"

"She went off with Timmy. Thought I'd give them some space." She said brightly.

"How did it happen?" I asked looking at her foot, it didn't seem that bad

"I went for a quick dip in the river, when I climbed out, I turned my ankle."

I looked down her leg, to her shorts, I could see she wore no knickers, her bush was well trimmed.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.

"Does that hurt as well?" I asked feeling my cock push inside my shorts.

"It's getting wet, what can you do?" She asked slipping them down and pulling her top off.

"Let me look close up." I said softly, parting her legs, breathing in her fresh scent.

My tongue danced on her cunt, bringing the pleasure she needed,

"If you've got a condom, you can fuck me." Ruth said.

I pulled out my wallet and took the condom. Ripping the packet open with my teeth.

"Oh, thank you god." Ruth purred as I put it on.

Feeling the warmth of the sun on skin as we slowly fucked was something I'd not felt before. She was eager and willing, laying me on my back, mounting my cock and when she had finished, she moved onto all fours and beckoned me in, getting enjoyment because I was.

My condom was full when I pulled it off. She lay on the grass.

"Is this when you tell me you love me?" She asked grinning.

"There's no doubt I love you and I will love you again when you want."

And I did, twice more before she left.

All pods and tent spaces were fully booked from the first of May, as were spots for RW's and caravans

Brian and I had cleared out the barn, giving us a huge space. I bought a load of picnic benches and took on a cook and two helpers and began serving food. It was simple fayre, burgers, buns, chips and pizza, but it went down well.

Each morning at seven and eight campers could preorder bacon sandwiches to be delivered to them. This was one of my jobs. I was amazed at how many blokes like to show their women off. I'd announce who I was and be invited in to see a woman laid topless or naked on an air bed pretending to be asleep.

This would happen at least twice each morning

One middle aged guy had invited me in on day one, his wife was on her stomach asleep but with the sleeping bag pulled right back to the top of her bottom. I suspect it was this innocent meeting that had turned the guy on. Day two she was on her side, day three on her back, flashing her tits, day four she was completely naked and awake.

"She's as randy as hell." He'd said that day. "Why don't you fuck her."

I set the condom loose from my wallet and spent the next twenty minutes fucking her while he watched, wanking like mad.

Apart from maintenance jobs, there wasn't much I could do. So, I suggested I dug the ditch Brian needed. Though the weather was now getting hot, the ground was still easy to dig. I used the largest bucket, shifting a huge mound of earth in a short space of time, soon getting the ditch done.

Friday and Saturday nights were the best. Most people met up in the barn, for food, drinks and a disco Brian did. On Saturdays we had a band for live music, mostly rock classics. The campers loved it, partying till the early hours, staggering to bed arm in arm.

Dee had the hots for the singer; at the end of the night, they would slide off together to his van. On this night I was looking around the site, making sure everyone had made it to bed when I walked by his van. Voices were raised; he was shouting at her. As I wondered what I should do, I heard a slap and Dee cry out. The doors burst open and she was pushed to the floor. He followed her, his face enraged and fists clenched.

Dee tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her. A punch to his kidneys spun him around. The wild look in his eyes showed he was out of his head on something. He reacted much faster than I did, landing two heavy punches, one on my right eye, the other on my right cheek. He threw another which I dodged. I hit him on the nose, blood poured out but he felt nothing though my hand was singing.

"Don't hurt him!" Dee shouted. It put me off; he landed another punch. I looked to her.

"I meant him not to hurt you." She sobbed.

Years ago, I'd paid for some boxing lessons, I was taught how to stand, how to throw a punch and how to bob and weave. I plumbed into these lessons, moving around on my feet, easily dodging his wild punches, landing many more on him. Breathing heavily, he began to stagger, from then on it was easy. When he fell to his knees one of the band came rushing over.

"He slapped Dee." I snarled. "I don't allow that."

"It's the shit he's on man."

"You better take him away or I'll kill him." The threat had no base in reality but it did the trick.

I saw her dress had been ripped open.

"He wanted me to smoke some bad stuff, when I refused, he demanded sex. I said no and he just turned." Dee sobbed as she held me tight. "If it wasn't for you."

We shared a bed that night, she clung to me.

"I thought he was so exciting and cool. I couldn't believe he liked me but then I realised he was only exciting because he was high and that isn't cool." She said kissing my chest. "I see now he had no respect for me, when we had sex, it was just to get his rocks off, he never bothered about me. I was so stupid, I didn't even love him, not like you."

I felt her body tense when she realised what she'd said but I made no comment.

"He was an asshole." I hissed. "He didn't deserve you."

The next morning my face was a mess, a black and purple bruise over the right side of my face looked hideous, my top lip was split open, I could hardly move my hands.

"You'll frighten the campers." Dee said. "Go see Brian." She went to kiss me, but my lip hurt too much.

"You had a fight over Dee." Jan said when I'd told them the story. "You need to get a DNA test, there must be a chance you are not related."

"There's no need, there is no way we are brother and sister." I said firmer than my belief. The two of us did have some similarities, people had even commented on it, one had said I was male version of Dee.

We never used that band again, but the Saturday parties carried on.

Dee recovered quickly, putting everything behind her straight away. She was the one running the show, everyone turned to her. The campers loved her; she always had a lot of energy which people seemed to feed on.

My feelings for her began to grow, I found myself turning down offers for sex. It just wasn't the same anymore.

One night early in August, I heard a noise from her room, it sounded like she was crying, I rushed in to comfort her, to see her on all fours, getting banged from the back by a posh lawyer, who was here with some friends.

Dee panicked, she dragged at a sheet to cover her nakedness and demanded I left. I backed away apologising, then had to lay on the bed, listening to them as they carried on. It was the worst kind of torture.

She came into my bedroom early next morning looking sad.

"I'm sorry, I should have been more considerate, but I got carried away in the moment." She said climbing under the covers, she had a nightdress on though.

"You don't owe me anything, you are a free woman. What you are doing here is out of this world, but I've not got a lot on. I'm thinking of getting my old job back."

"You are going home?" She asked tears sprang to her eyes. "But why? Don't you like it here?"

"I don't know what to do." I uttered, sounding wretched. "I'm just mulling things over."

"Is it because of that man last night. I thought you wouldn't mind. I mean, I get feelings to, everyone does. We can't, not often anyway. I thought you were shagging everything in sight. I'll not do anything again, I promise."

"You can do whatever you want, in fact its better if you found someone, you know our problem, we can't be like this forever Dee, no matter how much I want it to."

"Then let's get a test done, find out for certain that we are not related." She said brightly.

"And risk everything. If we get a bad result I would have to leave." I replied firmly.

"Please don't go Jack." Dee pleaded. "If it wasn't for you there would be no camp."

"It was just a thought." I said, "Not a decision."

The depression that was trying to get hold of me came from what had happened the night before. I was jealous, something I'd never felt before. I needed to clear my head. I collected my load of bacon sandwiches. The last was to a tent that had been with us for three weeks.

"Knock, knock." I said outside the tent, pushing my way in when a voice gave permission. "Did you sleep well." I asked, seeing the middle-aged woman holding a towel in front of her. She let it drop.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked nervously. "I told my husband you would run away."

"Has he asked you to do this?" I asked smiling at her.

She nodded. "But I wanted it to."

I pointed to the back of the tent, there was a compartment to keep clothes, cases and food. She nodded and told him to come out.

"Do you want to go first?" I asked. This could be what I needed.

"Can I watch you do it to her first?" He asked nervously.

She lay down on the airbed, but it needed to be blown up, so she lay on the floor, on her sleeping bag. I took my time with her, getting pleasure from the groans and moans she produced as my fingers worked in her cunt. I went down on her. Giving a quick orgasm before laying face to face, touching her body as we kissed for an age.

When I pulled down my shorts her eyes opened wide as she realised she was about to be fucked.

"Are you sure." I whispered to her; she nodded and bit her lip with expectation. My cock went inside her she much bigger than I was used to but I found the right angle to rub on her clit, sucking on her saggy tits, feeling the flesh of her body move as my fucking increased speed. Her fingers dug in my arse as she hissed and sighed, her head dropping back, her eyes closing tightly.

"Oh Frank. That was wonderful." She cooed.

I looked to Frank, his hand was dripping with cum.

I pulled up my shorts.

"Let her suck you off, she has a whore's mouth." Frank said.

I was about to leave but she pulled at my arm. I sat in a camp chair and allowed her to pull down my shorts.

Frank was telling the truth. She used her mouth and throat to fuck my cock, slurping as she worked away. I was gripping the chair so hard I thought I was damaging it.

I made no sound as I exploded in her mouth, she made sure she didn't miss a drop. When she'd sucked everything out of me, she opened her mouth to show Frank. I was shocked when he leant over, covered her mouth with his, slurping as she transferred my cum into his mouth. He swallowed in three gulps.

"That's a good start to the day." I said feeling much happier, then went for breakfast.

Brian rang just as I was finishing the meal, he wanted me to discuss the summer house he wanted. I went over; we had a heavy gym session first, where I noticed how much weight he had lost. The flab over his belly had receded faster than a glacier in global warning. His face was almost thin.

"I know, I've been losing weight since we met." He joked. "I make sure I'm moving for most of the day and haven't had a burger since we set up the pods."

He showed me the plans he'd had drawn up, it was almost the size of a small house. There was to be no breeze blocks but would be insulated to the extreme. We sat in the kitchen to talk things through. I asked for paper and pen and in half an hour had given him a list of materials needed. I'd order it as they would rip him off as a matter of principle. I phoned it in; it would be delivered in two days.

Most of the guests were finishing their last meal of the day, picnic tables outside were beginning to fill with people holding drinks. It was a warm night.

I found Dee in reception handing over keys to a pod, telling the newcomers the kitchen would be kept open for them. I moved to stand behind her, my hand cupping her bottom. Squeezing gently. She turned around, a huge smile on her face.

"Watch it, people can see." She said kissing me quickly.

"Sorry for this morning. Guess I was feeling down." I said.

"Thought we could have a night off." She said. "Go to the quarry, have some drinks and look at the stars. Jan and Brian suggested it."

Most of the old quarry was surrounded by trees. On the east side though, there was a field with some picnic tables and sunbeds. It was a popular place at nighttime; we managed to grab the last table. Brian arrived with a big cool box full of beers.

"Do you know about the stars?" Dee asked.

I nodded. "I'm an expert. That lot there is known as the Koala, to the right, just above it, is the Zebra."

"He's right." Brian said with conviction. "There's the Flamingo."

"Wow, how cleaver our boys are, we are so lucky." Jan said as we grinned away.

Dee laughed and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, we were outside, people were around us. Jan saw and reached for Dee's hand, kissing it affectionally.

"You need to find out one way or another." Jan murmured.

This killed the conversation for a while but once more beers were drunk the party atmosphere took over. People on other tables began to share food and even cocktails, all were saying what a brilliant place we had created. Many suggested the barn had some kind of entertainment every night, we would look into it.

As our night came to an end, we began the walk back. Dee and I had to be continually told to stop touching each other, in a way brothers and sisters would never do. Thankfully we were one of the last people down that night, so there no witnesses.

That night we shared a bed. We realised there wasn't much time left for us now. There was no future for us together as siblings. We'd never be able to stop sleeping with each other and the odds were that we would be discovered. This was proven by how indiscrete we were in front of other people. I'd feel her arse; she'd move to kiss me. Just hugging would raise eyebrows. As there wasn't much time left, we decided to make the most of it. From now on we would share a bed every night.

Her eyes were filled with tears as we hugged, lips pressing against each other. I felt her body beneath me, drank in its warmth, the love pouring from her. The moment was almost overwhelming. We rocked gently together, as one, breathing the same breath, our bodies welded together as we so desperately didn't want to part.

We climaxed together, holding onto each other tightly, laying in a tangle of limbs, not bothering to clean my mess up. We fell asleep together and woke at the same moment the next morning. We had hardly moved.

"We have a visit this morning from a club that want to book the site for a week." Dee said. "You will need to be there Jack. It sounds too good to be true."

We showered together before greeting the world we had created. Before she opened the doors, she pulled me close for a long embrace.

"That will have to do until tonight." She said happily.

The meeting was at eleven in the barn. Dee had smartened up and wore a flowery dress that hugged her figure and showed her legs off. I'd been sorting out some damp that was showing under the back window of the house. Though I was clean I was dressed for working, when a middle aged couple walked in. The man was the lawyer that was having sex with Dee when I had walked in. He smiled at her; she blushed and looked to me. I shook the hand he held out and asked if they wanted a drink.

"A big mug of your tea please." He asked, his wife asked for the same.

They sat back to drink it, smiling with satisfaction, nodding agreement at a good choice.

"As you know, I spent some time here recently, a wonderful few days. I told my wife it would be an ideal meeting place for our club." The lawyer said, his wife smiled but there was a look in her eye that told she knew what had happened.

"We are a group of around a hundred and fifty people who like to meet twice a year in privacy. Charles said. "My time here showed me it is ideal."

"What is it you meet to do?" I asked.

"We are naturists, nudists, who like to be active. Long, private walks, are a rarity in this country, you have several. Swimming in the river will be popular, the quarry for cold water swimming and watching the stars. There is plenty of room, the food is good, the bar desperately needed at the end of a day. The barn can be used for all kinds of things as the nighttime hots up."

"What does that mean." Dee asked.

"We are liberal minded." The woman said. "At night things will develop, in fact they will be encouraged. People with fluid partners will seek the enjoyment pf others."

"Wife swopping." I offered.

"It's much more than that." She said quickly. "Yes, there will be a lot of sex but also some games, a naked disco, the rodeo bull is hilarious, crab football, boys versus girls." She offered.

"Minimum age is twenty-five; we have a strict no drugs policy and will provide our own security." He added.

"We will run the bar and the restaurant; you can join in but there will be no need for you staff. We will of course pay their wages." She rushed the explanation, wanting an answer.

"How much?" I asked.

"You will keep the profits from the food and drink. We will take all pods, spaces for tents and RW's, hire of the barn, use of all facilities for thirty-five thousand pounds for the week." She answered.

I looked to Dee, we both grinned and nodded.

They wanted some toilets and a bar at the quarry which they would provide but apart from that there was nothing else.

The season begins to wind down early September, the last few weeks of that month averaged half full but from the first of October there were no bookings. This was the week they booked.

It was expected to be much colder and wetter than recent months, but it began in a mini heatwave. The site filled up quickly on the Monday, by late afternoon it was full. Most people settled into what accommodation had been given and set off to the barn for a drink, where a karaoke was soon started.

Most people were naked but for shoes of some kind, it was strange to see. We watched from our bedroom window, people wandering around, chatting as if there was nothing different.

"Dare you do it?" Dee asked. I shook my head, but she was persuasive.

Feeling hungry we went to the barn and showed our wristbands to a security man, who wore a police hat and nothing else. This allowed us to eat and drink for free. We sat at a table trying to hide our nudity and giggling like kids.

A naked waitress brought our food and drink.

"That guy over there has got an hardon." I hissed at Dee.

"Loads of them have." She answered.

We had a few more drinks then headed for the quarry which was packed with swimmers. There was a competition going to how many men could get an erection while standing in the water but not many were succeeding. The new bar was busy, but drinks were handed over by the lawyer when he saw us waiting.

"We were wondering if you would like a replay." He said to Dee. "Jack can join in if you wish."

"Thanks, but we have other plans this week." Dee said with a smile, huddling up close to me.

It was getting dark, we were pretty drunk, watching a couple next to us having sex, gave us ideas. Before we knew it, we were on in the soft grass. The dark was all around us, people would only see our shapes, but it seemed so naughty. She pushed me over, grabbing my cock and mounting it, swiftly moving her hips to get the momentum she needed to get her rocks off.

My eyes were glued to her little titties, mesmerised by their beauty. I'd always been a large breast man until I met Dee, now I was fully converted. I saw her climax written in her eyes, on her face, the way her body reacted but when she was done, she carried on, I was groaning so loudly we attracted an audience. They cheered when I came inside her.

As the people looked to others we lay on the grass trying not to laugh out loud. I looked into her beautiful eyes and saw such happiness that it almost made me cry. We had days left with each other, how was she so happy.

"I tell myself it's never going to happen." She said with a wide smile.

"You can read my thoughts." I mused.

"It's written all over your face." She said standing up, holding out a hand to pull me up.

For me it was difficult to be naked, I could never get used to it, but Dee was a natural nudist. She could walk around, talk to people, sit cross legged on the grass. As always everyone loved her and I bathed in that glory, standing beside her.

Dee had a lot of people ask her to join them, I was offered as well but just gave a thank you, but no. Dee hung onto my arm as we walked around, it was a great feeling.

They had erected a marque, with all kinds of games going on. The best was the rodeo bull. If you've seen it with people clothed it's a hundred times funnier when they are naked. Dee had a go and held on the longest, winning a free pina colada. As a cheering crowd watched she drank it in one go and ran back to me. We felt so proud.

Then the week ended. We'd made a small fortune, the site had been cleaned up, everything taken away and made normal. We should've been happy but there were no smiles on our faces.

Jan and Brian arrived asking how it had all gone down. Brian was even thinner, the two looked blissfully happy, I hated them for that.

"I'll ring my old boss this afternoon." I said looking out the window.

"Will he take you back?" Dee asked.

"He'll think of making money before he thinks of he wife." I said trying to make a joke of it. "Thought I'd leave it a couple of days though, will look around the site, see if there is anything we need to do."

"There's no need to fix the bed head." Dee sniffed, then burst into tears.

I took her in my arms, we hugged tightly.

"We knew it had to end, if we carry on, we will get caught. If we stop now, you keep your reputation and the business."

"For gods sake you two, you need to know for certain you are related." Jan wailed.

"Just look at us Jan, people say we could be twins." Dee shouted. "We're just dreaming."

"I have the test." Jan said, showing a large white envelope. "I did it ages ago, I've had the results for a week."

"How.?" We asked together.

"Well, you left a lot of your fluids behind when you and me, well, you know. So did Dee when we had that, well, you know."

"We said not to." I snapped. "If it tells the truth, it will make what we did wrong."

"I have to know." Dee sobbed.

She was on the point of being hysterical, shaking and crying uncontrollably.

"Do it." I snapped at Jan.

She undid the envelope and took out some sheets of paper, handing them over to Dee. I sat to one side, looking away.

Her breathing had slowed, tears had stopped as she read the letter, occasionally stopping to wipe away her tears. Then there was a long silence.

She looked at me and shook her head, I slammed back in the chair feeling wretched.

Jan snatched the letter and quickly read it.

"You're not, you're not!" She shouted, grabbing hold of Dee as Brian hugged me.

"There's another problem." Dee shouted, pushing Jan away and looking at me, then at the floor.

"I'm pregnant."

"Is it Jacks?" Brian asked with his usual tact.

"Of course it is." I snapped back.

The shock of her words took all the words from me. Stunned I sat down; very aware they were all watching me.

"I know a woman's body is her own and all that, but I want you to keep it." I blurted out.

"You do." Dee spluttered. "You're not ready to be a father."

"Is anyone ever ready?"

"But you're immature, you are ruled by your dick, if a woman shows her tits you feel obliged to fuck her."

"That was weeks ago." I said sounding hurt. "I'd even marry you if you wanted."

"Ok." Dee said. "But nothing fancy."

"You two have no romance in you at all." Jan scoffed.

"Give us chance, five minutes ago she was my sister." I said. Suddenly feeling deliciously happy

The End.