Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 11: Home Delight
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Home Delight - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports BBW Big Breasts Hairy Nudism Violence
Tina had her sports bra on, and we did some stretching before our matches with the flowers began. I spotted them walking toward the court.
“Here are Lily and Poppy. Good morning, ladies. You’re looking gorgeous as always.”
Poppy scoffed. “Give it up, Ace. We had enough syrup on our waffles this morning. You don’t need to be sticky sweet.”
“Lily, what do you think?” I asked.
“Hyperglycemia. Know the warning signs.”
Tina laughed. “Thanks for that public service announcement. You two play together for the first match. Then we’ll split you up and see if there’s a difference.”
Very sweat-soaked, I hesitated at lunch time before going inside to eat.
“Ladies, I’m pretty ripe. You might want to pick another table for your lunch.”
“I’m not bothered,” Poppy said, and the other two agreed. Still, I didn’t get too close to them or raise my arms. When we sat down at our table, Poppy had a little more to say.
“Part of embracing a nude life is to accept our bodies. If you’re showering every day, your sweat isn’t bothersome. My father says if you aren’t sweating during sex, then you’re doing it wrong.”
Tina showed her surprise. “My dad would never... he’s retired military and very conservative. I kind of want him to ease up and find a nice naked woman here to enjoy.”
I had a different slant. “Your father is certainly conservative. But when it comes to you, I think he shows a softer side. Although he did make threats if I dared to hurt you, Tina.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me. I’m confident about that. On the other hand, I’m very careful on the court because you wave your pickleball paddle like a crazy man.” The flowers nodded their agreement.
“You’re mean,” I muttered.
“We’re not mean, we love you, all three of us. So stop complaining.”
A voice from behind me, “Yeah, dope. Stop complaining.”
It was Clara.
“You’re ready to swim with me?” I asked.
“I am. My parents are still a little cranky, but they’ll come around. I’ll be in the shower. If you’re done with lunch, come along and wash my back.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Dang, how did you get promoted to mistress? What about us?” complained Poppy.
“Yeah!” added Lily.
“It’s entirely your choice,” I said. “You can all be my mistresses, if you like.”
“We’ll work that out later, Ace. Go return your tray and go scrub her back like a good boy.” Tina was prodding me to get moving.
I could just see Clara entering the shower building as I left the cafeteria.
When had a bottle of soap and a washcloth, I approached Clara.
“Is this stuff OK, this ‘body wash’?”
“It’s fine. I’ve missed feeling your hands on me, Ace. Tell me, are we good? I know I surprised you with my mom and dad.”
“I hope you don’t mind. I asked my parents about it, and they helped me understand.”
I went back to washing Clara’s back and butt.
“So ... we’re OK?” she asked.
“Yeah, we’re OK. But right now I’m going to back away before I get too pointy in the pool area. I’ll use another shower nozzle and make sure I’m clean, then come out and join you.”
“That’s probably a good idea. It seems I still inspire you.”
“Oh, most definitely. I’ll be out there in five minutes.”
Clara was part mermaid; she swam laps with me but I could barely keep up with her.
Later, I began a difficult subject.
“I’m in a process, trying to adapt to this place. I seem to be losing my anxieties and inhibitions in stops and starts. I hope you will be patient with me, because I do lose myself in your lovely green eyes, just like you said.”
“Wow. Now I’m feeling waterlogged and mushy. I’m going to watch your cute little butt as you climb out of the pool, then follow you to the showers to wash off the chlorine.”
I wanted to linger with Clara, but propriety caused me to leave her before she triggered another unacceptable reaction. Time to look for Tina. I checked the pickleball courts, the cafeteria, and the picnic tables outside the arcade.
I heard some electronic noises from the arcade, so I walked inside. I found Tina playing an elderly video game: Pac-Man! The best part was her running commentary as Pac-Man ate the little cookies in the maze while fleeing the Ghost Gang: Blinky, Pinky, Inky, and Clyde. Then, Pac-Man would eat a larger “Power Pill” and chase the ghosts, who turned blue and ran away.
She’d snarl, “Got ya now!” and tug the joystick in all directions navigating the maze. Her ass made all kinds of lovely wiggles as she tugged. Finally, she ran out of lives and the machine made the sad little dwindling noise.
“Hi, Tina. Having fun?”
“I am, actually. I can see why people would play for hours while feeding quarters into this thing. Do you know how old it is?”
“I’m not sure. It was probably made in the 1980s or 90s. Amazing that it still runs; at least here the tokens are free. Do you want to stay here and play some more?”
“I do want to play with you, Ace; let’s go to my cabin.”
As he said, Irwin was away at his card game. I followed Tina into the cabin and kicked the door shut with my heel. For a little while, we just stood holding each other and kissing.
We broke apart. She said, “You’re a big kisser, aren’t you?”
“Guilty. You have the sweetest lips.”
“Can I tell you something, Ace? I’m already wet, thinking about being here with you now. Is that OK?”
“Let’s sit on the bed, then. You seem very nervous, and we should figure out why. I mean, I’m usually the one who is anxious and fretting. I’m not your first lover, right?”
“No, you’re not.” Tina’s voice was very low. I realized she was shivering.
“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. We can just sit here and talk.”
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