My girlfriend and I (both 20) were on holiday in Scandinavia and we encountered and enjoyed a family on a nudist beach. The following day …. well read on
Please read “Scandinavian Vacation” which is part 1 to understand the build up to this, part 2.
The next day was uneventful. Ruth and I spent the time sailing around the lake, exploring the shore and enjoying catching the odd breeze that propelled our dinghy wherever the air would take us. Our new found friends were absent from the camp, having some pre-arranged event that meant that they would not be returning until nightfall.
Ruth was quiet, mentally coming to terms with what had happened the day before and physically getting over the excesses to which her body had been subjected. We didn’t speak about it but I was aware that at some point there had to be a new understanding between us. I kept thinking of Samuel Butler and his book, “The way of all flesh” being particularly appropriate for the situation that Ruth was in. Her childhood ad been spent in a vicarage with God fearing parents, church services the framework of her family existence. Then she went away to university, met me and her world had expanded far beyond the life encased between those vicarage walls ………… but yesterday had been something else ………. exploding the life that we shared. Yes, “The way of all Flesh” summed it up perfectly; personal experience shattering the constraints of religion and the ordered life that it dictated.
It was now evening and we still hadn’t spoken about it when we finally caught a sympathetic breeze that bore us towards the campsite. Our approach had been observed as Inge met us as we beached. “Are you tow ok”, she enquired. “Yes, fine thanks” I said, though in truth I had no idea if that was in fact true. “Come and join us for supper”, an invitation that Ruth eagerly accepted.
Later, around the campfire I looked across the flames at Ruth sandwiched between Mads and Edvard, her face alive with smiles and laughter, a complete contrast to the thoughtful look she had worn all through the day. It was not a worry for me, inured with beer and myself flanked by Inge and Freja. I watched as Ruth, Mads and Edvard moved towards their capacious tent, realising that an understanding had been silently agreed, that these two groupings would continue through the night. A short while later I led Inge and Freja back to my own more modest backpacker’s tent.
We kissed and cuddled but soon Freja fell asleep and Inge explained that their day had been tiring and Freja needed to rest. That left Inge and I to explore each other, but I had need of the toilet. Inge said, “me too” so arm in arm we headed towards the camp facilities. This was a unisex block with surprisingly open shower and toilet cubicles and as we entered, we realised that we were not alone. We heard laughter and giggles from the farthest cubicle; oh, I recognised that distinctive laugh. We had to look so walking towards the end of the block we found Ruth kneeling between Mads and Edvard, a cock in each hand, her mouth first engulfing one cock before and switching to the other, a low hum of excitement coming from her full mouth as she sucked. I watched amazed as Ruth looked up at the pair of them as they started to piss over her now glistening body, Mads concentrating his aim on her breast as Ruth grasped Edvard’s cock and redirected his flow onto her face. Was this really the Ruth with whom I had shared the past year, gradually coaxing her away from her rigid beliefs.
At this point I heard the main door beig opened, followed by the slap of flip-flops as someone approached us. Inge spoke to the woman who now stood beside us in her own language, and I thought I heard the name Anna (I later found out that she was Swedish). Anna then spoke in English, “oh that’s hot”, tilting her head towards the trio in the shower cubicle, “she is a little hotty”. At this, Ruth looked up to see us staring back at the scene. At first she had a look of consternation but soon turned into a slight, embarrassed smile as her attention once again turned back to the matter in hand, notably what she was enjoying with Mads and Edvard.
Inge dragged on my arm saying, “I need to go”, so we moved to the adjacent cubicle as she clung onto me as she started to relieve herself. My cock was so erect that I knew it was impossible for me to go so I just stood there, feeling the warm sensation on my groin. Inge was stroking my cock and whispering in my ear, “you can do anything that you want with me” as I reached around to her arse, gradually fondling her cheeks as my fingers explored between them, her arsehole eventually being invaded by a finger. We were interrupted by a cry of delight from the next cublcle so we peered around the dividing wall to see Ruth being cradled from behind by Mads, Anna on her knees in front with her mouth glued to Ruth’s cunt as Edvard fucked Anna from behind.
Inge was on fire as she leant forward, braced herself against the wall and implored me to, “fuck me now”, an order with which I was happy to comply. Inge angled her arse up towards me as I sunk my cock into her, my body desperate for a piss, my erection made even harder by the extra pressure. Looking across at the foursome in front of us I could see Mads reaching down behind Ruth’s back as he cuddled her, trying to place his cock into her arse. Ruth, becoming aware of this mover her body to accommodate the invasion and so I was able to see her being arse fucked for the second time in her life but this time having her cunt simultaneously being eaten by a woman who herself was being fucked. Where had the sweet, innocent Ruth with whom I had travelled to Norway gone?
One by one the foursome reached a staccato of orgasms, one triggering another as their bodies slumped to the shower stall floor. Inge followed soon after with her cry of release, but I was left with my piss hard cock, unable to reach any form of release. I needed to calm down. I turned on the shower and we two enjoyed the warmth of water, soaping up, the feeling of Inge’s lathered tits in my hands doing nothing for my erection but eventually I started to calm down. Inge sensed this so knelt before me and took my piss on her face and chest, and, when my flow slackened off, she smiled at me saying, “that’s the least I could do after my men violated your girl in that way”. I lifted her up and kissed her as we held each other under the warm water.
We heard the adjacent shower starting up and then we were joined by Anna who cuddled both of us. “I do love this camp”, she said. We dried off. Inge and I returning to my tent, Anna back to wherever and whoever she had come from and Ruth with her two attendant males returned to their large family tent. We were surprised to see that Freja was absent, but Inge said that she must have gone back to the family tent. “I have you to myself”, she said and so we started a long night of love making …………. not just sex because we were really into each other. The age difference was immaterial, she may have a son who was only 3 years my junior, but I was delighted in the heavier form of her mature body.
In the night I once again had to relieve myself; Inge accompanied me and it was there, in that camp block that I realised just how beautiful anal sex could be with a woman such as her. She purred as I thrust into her and I could feel the vibrations of that sound passing through her body directly into my cock. She was laying on her back on a wooden bench, her body curved up to give easy access to her back passage. Her beautiful face smiling with delight and then screwing up into a gorgeous expression of orgasm as she cried out as I emptied my spunk into her arse. Her breath came in great gasps as her chest rose and fell …………. such beauty, such a memory that never grows old.
The following morning, the last day for us at the camp, I opened the tent flaps to stare in wonder at the sunlit lake where we had enjoyed so much. I realised that things would never be the same for Ruth and I but we would face what was to come, what had to be together ……………….. or so I imagined.
We travelled back via ferry and train, a couple of adventures on the way but, once back in our home Ruth told me that she was going to take time off before her final undergraduate year. I knew then that we were no longer a couple as I was eager to get my student years behind me. We were not destined to be together. Ruth had discovered herself in Scandinavia and I was pleased for her. Truly, “The way of all flesh”. Samuel Butler may have written the book in the latter part of the Victorian era but the sentiments were applicable one hundred years later.
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