This One Time… At Sex Camp… [MF]

Hello friends. I’m a total aspie spazz who wasn’t getting laid much, but instead of becoming a whiny incel bitch I discovered a week-long Kink & BDSM camping trip event and bought myself a ticket. Here’s wuh happun…

**— Intro —**

This event was held at a private camp site in a secluded, removed area impossible for “vanillas” to spy on or even get near accidentally. Names and locations will obviously not be provided and individuals will be referred to with nicknames.

This was a full blown professional camp ground. There was a main lodge, a kitchen and meal hall, a pool, and (most graciously) public restrooms with toilets and showers. There were basketball courts repurposed with metal frames for doing rope play and other suspension stuff. One area of the camp grounds had a collection of pole marquee tents outfitted with carpeted floors and several open futons and tantra chairs; these were the *sex tents.* Tote bins of laundered bed sheets sat alongside supply tables stocked with condoms and lube. Find a hottie, take an open bed, throw on some fresh linens, and have fun! Or just take an empty seat and watch politely. There was always at least one couple in the throes of pleasure at this complex. It was a voyeur’s paradise.

For myself, I discovered my kink of voyeurism by attending hotel conventions, where the private room parties often got more than a little wild. It was even at one of these room parties that I eventually lost the v-card in an impromptu hook up with a totally random hot red head chick surrounded by onlookers; I’ve posted that very encounter on Reddit a while back. I had both voyeurism and exhibitionism on my resume. My point is that I wasn’t exactly “uninitiated.”

I arrived on a Tuesday, the earliest day of the event, and I would leave Saturday morning due to my work schedule. I “tented” for the event, bringing a 6-person pole tent and a queen inflatable mattress. The camp grounds were soon littered with other tenters, and eventually the open fields around the main lodge became clustered with tent cities. As the first day of a vacation, Tuesday was largely spent setting up camp and getting to known people and voraciously observing the sex tents.

**— Wednesday —**

There was a schedule of events and workshops to attend. One of the listings that caught my eye was an actual sex magic ritual. A middle aged couple who were high priest and priestess of their own Wiccan coven were leading a workshop on sex magic complete with outright doing an actual ritual in one of the marquee tents. I attended with the goal of grooving on people having sex, as well as just observing an actual sex magic ritual as a guy who’s into the paranormal.

The pleasant Wiccan couple took a little time to explain sex magic to the small crowd attending. There was a small makeshift altar with a candle that attendees were allowed to place something of theirs to “bless” with the ritual’s commingled energy. I actually had a pentacle necklace with me and placed it on the altar, a good inch or two away from the base of the candle. (Hilariously, when they “invoked the spirits of water” everyone’s phones started going off with alerts for flash floods in the area, and when they “invoked the spirits of air” everyone’s phones went off with tornado alerts.)

The ritual started. and I got ready to watch people get busy, pondering if I’m going to whip it out and jerk off as a solitary ritual participant. Then a rather tall and curvy woman in her late twenties or early thirties who was also there walked over to me. I’ll call her **Scarlet**. Scarlet asked politely if she could put her hands on me. I said sure, and she began raking her long nails against my chest in a teasing manner. Next she asked if she could kiss me. I again happily agreed and with that we started awkwardly pressing our lips together over and over again. (I think due to the autism, kissing has always been more mechanical than anything else. I have no emotional response to it? It’s literally just mouth-parts to me.)

I asked Scarlet if I could touch her as well and she instantly agreed. I immediately followed up by asking if I could slip my hands under her bra to feel her breasts. She bemusedly told me good luck, as she was very well endowed and as such her bra was one for no-frills heavy duty support deals and didn’t exactly have any give. So with that, the next question was can the bra come off? And her answer was yes. Fumbling with the hooks of the thick band, her breasts came free and I immediately took to caressing them, feeling their weight, and sucking on them. She cautioned me that her breasts are very sensitive, so no nails or teeth. I contently obliged, running my tongue over her nipples and generally massaging her mounds with open hands.

After a bit of that, she asked me if there was anything else I wanted to do. I straight up said “It’s a sex magic ritual. Would you like to join with me?” She seemed a bit surprised by my forwardness and/or my word choice, but after a second of adjustment, nodded and replied that yes, she was open to sex if I had a negative STI panel and have not had unprotected sex since that test. I confirmed that I meet those requirements, and after giving me a look over (assessing honesty maybe?) she said “Okay.”

We remove what little clothing we still had on (I was only wearing a pair black boxer briefs), I retrieved a ONE brand condom from the nearby table, and we prepared the flattened futon I had been sitting on before continuing our foreplay of sloppy kissing and cautious breast groping. Scarlet laid on her back before me. I asked if she wanted to be more dominant for this, since she approached me. She assured me “Oh honey trust me I’m going to be in control.” After another minute of sloppy kissing and nipple licking, I rolled on the condom. Placing the tip of my cock at her bare entrance, I cautiously pushed forward, my head parting her pussy lips and disappearing as I slid all the way inside her. (And in doing so I broke a 4 year dry spell!)

The Wiccan couple was still guiding the ritual, the high priestess riding the high priest in cowgirl position atop a massage table at the center of the tent, instructing all participants what level of “build up” to aim for with their activity. But I wasn’t not hearing it. All my attention was on Scarlet looking back up at me as we slowly flexed and undulated together in missionary position, our mouths repeatedly meeting and parting, her hand at her clit (I think she had a bullet vibe), her back occasionally arching and face widening with a quiet gasp as she hit a sweet spot here and there.

At one point Scarlet suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist and locked me in. I kept on going, grind-thrusting into her, trying to match her rhythm, but between the faces she was making at me, her ankles criss-crossed over my ass, and those massive breasts pressing against my torso, all in all it was probably only a minute or two before I started to feel myself twitching and pulsating within her. This was actually my first time cumming while inside a woman so I just let it happen and took it in. (This was the second time I’d ever had sex; my first time with hotel room party read head was abandoned halfway through due to whiskey dick unfortunately.)

After half a minute of thrusting with a softening member, I ask Scarlet if I should grab another condom because I “kinda came already.” She assured me that it was okay, that this “happens with every guy she fucks,” and that it normally takes her about 45 minutes for her to get off even with a vibrator so it’s totally cool. She also assured me that I’m cute and have a nice cock (I was a little on-edge with social anxiety.) We attempt to resume activity but by that point I’d lost enough hardness achieve penetration again, and the ritual was winding to a close anyway. So, frisky business sort of ended after a little more foreplay.

Retrieving my pentacle necklace from the altar, I found that a white glob of candle wax somehow ended up oozing onto the pendant. I don’t know how it got there; it was like the wax “jumped” to a land on target. I took it as a good sign that the sex ritual itself basically came on my necklace.

During this same day, I met a cool polyamorous couple. The woman was a Sweet Blonde with wavy hair and a voluptuous figure. She was wearing white lace stockings …and that was it. They were examining the camp map on the wall and asked if I knew where the sex tents were. I delightedly said “Follow me friends!” I showed them to the sex tents and then, with their permission, watched them have raw, doggy style quickie ending with a nonchalant creampie. I thanked them profusely, expressing my fetish for creampies, to which they agreed.

**— Thursday —**

I didn’t have sex Thursday but I did spend the day hanging out with a cute brunette in her early twenties who was a nearby tent neighbor. I’ll call her **April**. We went down to the pool at the camp ground and skinny dipped together. There was a very clear “No Sex in the Pool” rule, so we simply cuddled while swimming for a good while.

I didn’t pass off an opportunity to play with a nice set of boobs, and April had a nice set. I swam backwards with her reclining on me like a chair, her butt pressed up right against my dick, my open hands cradling her bare breasts as if they were her bikini. Unlike Scarlet at the sex magic ritual, April told me that she had almost no sensation in her breasts and that I didn’t have to worry about being gentle. Guys… I kneaded those soft mounds like dough… I jokingly apologized for the solid erection I had literally going straight in between the cleft of her ass cheeks, and that there was “nothing I could do about it.” She joked back “how dare you.”

We alternated positions, doing more laps with April embracing me face-forward, her legs wrapped around my waist, arms over my shoulders, boobs squished against my torso. I held the cheeks of her ass, massaging them as we idly swam. In this position my cock was teasing the lips of her pussy. All it would have taken was an inch in the right direction to enter her. But you better believe I respected the rules of this magical camp ground.

After the water got a little too chill for us, we got out and toweled off. I propositioned April if she’d like to hit up the sex tents later for a romp, and she was totally down for it! However, as hinted above, this didn’t happen. Apparently she had a bad scene involving rope play in the interim that left her in a bad head space. I told her not to worry and to take care of herself.

Later on in the evening was a Swingers Party. There I met in-person a girl I had video chatted and messaged with beforehand. I’ll call her **Sandy**. She was a tall and curvy Asian girl. She and her partner were interested in experimenting with cuckholding. Specifically, they were looking for a “bull” to fuck her while he watched. We arranged a time and place: Friday at 10PM at the Sex Tents. It was a date!

The peak of Thursday however came late at night. There was a large scene planned ahead of time with multiple participants: a “Death By Snu-Snu” Orgy. I am still kicking myself for not signing on to be a part of it. But at least I got to watch. In the off chance the reference is lost on anyone, the name was a reference to the Futurama episode “Amazon Women In The Mood,” which featured an alien race of giant tribal women who hate men and execute them by way of crushed pelvises through repeated forced sex, aka “Snu-Snu.”

The orgy operated like this: the men and women met up at a predefined location, pair up, the women place the men in rope binds and then paraded them around the camp grounds chanting “What do we want? SNU-SNU!” until they arrived at the sex tents. From there, it was whatever the individually paired up participants negotiated.

I stood with a crowd of fellow voyeurs at the edge of the tent. Looking in, I quickly spied Sweet Blonde from before. She was wearing only these hot as fuck fish net stockings and a body harness that hid absolutely nothing. Looking over I found I was right next to her husband, who was grinning ear to ear and looking at me with a look on his face that said “Awesome, right?” I returned the expression, and we both looked onward as Sweet Blonde rode the dude she was with for the event vigorously, her heaving breasts bouncing wildly, until the guy came (died from Snu-Snu.) He later told that his orgasm was so intense he almost passed out.

I didn’t manage to hook up with Sweet Blonde, but she and her husband are apparently repeat attendees and I will definitely be looking for her next time, permissions granting.

**— Friday —**

Friday was the grande finale of Sex Camp. It was the last night I’d be there, and it did not disappoint.

Earlier on in the day, there was a workshop on cunnilingus being taught by a lesbian and active member of the kink scene and I’m not joking when I say this trooper not only explained the art of pussy-eating in a professional lecture format, she stood on her knees atop another one of those massage tables and dropped her lingerie panties to show off a real vagina and point out the clitoris while she gave her presentation.

In the afternoon there was a speed dating event that I got zero hook ups out of but walked away from with two new male friends. Lolwut? Okay!

Finally, ten-o-clock rolled around and I made my way to the sex tents. There was a basketball court adjacent where a fire dance performance was going on, so we had something better than candle light for a backdrop.

I saw Sandy sitting on one of the futons waiting for me, watching the fire players twirling their torches. I approached and trailed my fingers on her shoulder as I take a seat next to her. She told me her partner found another scene to do elsewhere, so change of plans: no cuckholding tonight, we’re just gonna have sex. No complaints on my end!

This was the first pre-planned sex I’ve ever had. My first time was drunk and kinda out of the blue. The sex magic ritual was also out of the blue, and was in the context of keeping pace with a crowd. This, however, was completely relaxed. Leisurely. We took our time.

Sandy requested that I only not kiss her on the lips so as not to smudge the lipstick she had just reapplied. I responded with “Okay, I’m just gonna vampire ya for a bit then,” and proceeded to kiss all over her neck, gently grazing with my teeth here and there while she giggled.

She laid down on the bed and I followed, placing kisses further down until I was at her chest and once more playing with an amazing pair of full round boobs. I held them, suckled on them, squeezed them, and then got an idea. Given her endowments, I realized I couldn’t pass off the opportunity. I told that I “needed” to titty fuck her. AND I DID. Kneeling over her, she held her breasts together and I hotdogged my erect cock in the furrow of her cleavage and started gently thrusting. It didn’t really feel like much to be honest. Just lots of soft. Not really enough pressure to stimulate much. She confirmed that it also didn’t feel like much to her either. After her looking down at my head shuttling forward and back at her from between her boobs, we both kind of laughed at the silliness of the whole thing. It was a dumb porn thing I could now say I tried it. Hooray for me.

Migrating further down, I again kissed and tongue-flicked her body lower and lower, until I was placing my mouth on her smoothly shaven pussy. I had never performed oral sex on a woman before and I wanted to try out what I had learned at the cunnilingus workshop. And so I slid my tongue between her lips and explored. It wasn’t a squeamish as I thought I’d be. There wasn’t any odd taste or anything. Just very slick, in some places ridgy, flesh. I tried to locate her clit, which I think I did based on feeling, although it didn’t seem to help. Sandy told me that oral never did much for her anyway, and so we moved on to the main course.

A Trojan Double Ecstasy went on and I loomed over her, aligning our bodies for the act. Placing my head against the lips of her pussy, I slid my shaft forward, gliding all the way inside her. For a BDSM event, our “scene” was more like vanilla lovemaking. We just laid there, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling while I slowly worked my shaft back and forth inside her pussy. I took in the sensations. The condom was one of those baggy ones so things were coming in much clearer. I occasionally vampirized her neck here and there to add some variety. I actually lasted for a good several minutes longer than last time!

At one point I mentioned “Okay I gotta to see if I can’t make these bounce,” and lifted myself up on my arms and started thrusting harder. Sandy closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and moaned with what seemed like mild but sincere satisfaction. I watched as her breasts indeed started to wobble and quiver with the force of my impacts. I’m a boob guy in case you haven’t noticed and it was magical to not just watch a full pair of breasts bouncing in front of me, but also know that they were bouncing because I was fucking her hard enough. I paused for more vampire nibbles, then resumed the harder, faster thrusting, feeling braver for how well I’m doing.

I commented that I need to pace myself so I “Don’t pop.” Alas, I took another break just a bit too late. While paused for more vampire nibbles I felt the cool, electric tingling sensation suddenly start creeping up my cock anyway. With defeat I announced “Oh fuck. Like that. Ngh… I’m cumming…” I dug myself all the way in her and locked eyes with her, savoring all the sweet, ticklish sensations as my cock did its little happy dance. After the last few contractions just melted into her. I knew I had to take the condom off before it got too loose and leaked, but holy fuck I wanted to milk that “before” for as long as I could. She was hugging me in the most intimate way!

Sandy seemed intrigued that I wasn’t pulling out immediately after shooting my load. “…Don’t guys normally?” she asked. I respond “No, this is nice!” and explain my above reasoning. I did make sure to pull out before softening too much. Another filled condom was tied and tossed into the trash. We rose to a sitting position and then simply remained there, looking each other over silently, smiling. She affectionately placed her hand on my face and I returned by gently brushing her hair. After that wordless closing remark, we redressed and watched the rest of the fire juggling performance.

**— Conclusion —**

And so that was my first time at sex camp. To call it incredible would do it disservice. In less than one week’s time this awkward little introvert got more action than ever before in his life. I walked away not only with amazing memories, but also a fuckton (heh) of new friends, a place in a newly discovered community, and knowledge of an event that’s happening again next year.

I’ll write up my experiences of the next Sex Camp.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyizub/this_one_time_at_sex_camp_mf