Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 5: Open to the New
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Open to the New - 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
The next morning, I woke to the wonderful feeling of Clara’s mouth on my morning wood.
“And a glorious good morning to you, Clara.”
She released me, and made a suggestion.
“Will you join me in the shower? We both need to pee.”
“In the shower?”
“Sure, doesn’t everybody? It all goes into the same drain. I’ll aim you, that’s something I enjoy. Just follow me into the bathroom.”
At this point, I was willing to do anything Clara suggested. So I meekly followed her as instructed. She turned on the water and we waited for it to warm up. There was just enough room for the two of us. I wondered what she was up to.
Standing face-to-face, she rose up on her toes and wrapped my erection against her pussy. Suddenly her pee was streaming all over my cock and down our legs. Her playful smile showed her complete lack of modesty, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
Then she slithered down my body so her face was in my groin, closed her hand on my shaft, and waited.
“I might have trouble starting, Clara. Men have that valve, you know.”
“I know. Pee or fully erect. Just ignore me and think about breakfast. Fresh hot scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles with maple syrup, fruit juice, hot fresh-brewed coffee. How do you take it?”
“Uh, cream and sugar.”
“So, there you are at breakfast with a carafe of hot coffee. There’s a small pitcher of fresh cream, and a bowl of cane sugar...”
My stomach rumbled, Clara giggled, and suddenly my stream started. I expected she’d point me at the drain, but instead she played the stream across the front of her body. I soaked her neck, breasts, and belly. Before my flow ended, she pointed me down toward her vagina.
“Ooh, nice and warm. Did I shock you?”
“More like a surprise. You’ve shown me great sexuality with both me and my girlfriend. Where is Laura, anyway?”
“An hour ago, she said she was hungry and slipped away without waking you. I want to finish your blowjob and then we’ll get soaped up and cleaned.”
“You are spoiling me. I’m not worthy.”
“Shut up, Ace.”
When she finished swallowing and we finished with the soap and rinse phase, we found our rubber sandals and walked to the cafeteria together.
As we walked, Clara reminded me.
“Remember what your girlfriend said. I’m not your new girlfriend. You should spend your time here with others; circulate and try new things, new partners. Try not to obsess about possible erections. If they happen, just go to the men’s bathroom and whack off. Nobody’s going to give you grief for a chubby. Got it?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Ooh, that gave me a tingle. Ace, you’re here to have fun. Laura and I can help you, but it’s on you to relax and enjoy the possibilities.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Don’t do that! It’s time to eat, not to fuck. In a couple days, I’ll have to attack you again.”
The cafeteria was still about half-full. No sign of Laura, but I saw my parents in conversation with another couple. My impression was that they were renewing a friendship from previous years.
I didn’t notice Poppy and Lily because they came up from behind me. Poppy pinched my butt while Lily pecked my face. Lily spoke first.
“Ace, come sit with us and pack in the calories. Today, the four of us are going to play pickleball. Don’t worry, it’s easy to learn. It’s sort of a combination of regular tennis and table tennis, that is, ping-pong.”
“Sounds great. I’ve actually played pickleball a few times, so I know the rules. Me and you against Clara and Poppy?”
“Yeah, and then we’ll switch. It’s better to break us up because I can predict Poppy sometimes.”
“Yeah, like mental radio between sisters. That’s what I was afraid of. It would be worse if you two were twins.”
“We are twins. Fraternal, not identical.”
“OK, now I’m scared. Lily, if you kiss me, Poppy’s lips will tingle. It’s all spooky. I don’t know because I’m an only child.”
“Ace, you’re ridiculous. Clara, does he worry about everything?”
“Yeah, he does. I’m trying to wean him off his anxieties. He thinks if he displays any arousal he will be kicked out of camp.”
“Shouldn’t I be aroused? The four women I know here are incredibly beautiful.”
“Aww.” Lily approved, then said, “You know why Poppy’s lips tingle? It’s not spooky telepathy, it’s just that we like to watch each other being intimate. Sometimes I imagine the two of us marrying brothers.”
Poppy interrupted her sister. “You said ‘only child’? Too bad, if you had a brother I think he would also be hot.”
I took Lily’s advice and wolfed down a big breakfast. Pickleball uses a smaller court than tennis, but you can still wear yourself out lunging for the little plastic ball.
We played for a couple of hours, taking water breaks because of the heat and humidity. I noticed all of our bodies had an obvious sheen of sweat, but the moist climate meant our damp skin didn’t cool us the way perspiration normally would.
I noticed another young woman in the adjoining court, playing against three guys but holding her own. She was busty, and the only one wearing a sports bra. After a spirited match, she took a seat on a bench and quietly watched the four of us.
Just before noon, we put away the equipment and walked back to the cafeteria for lunch. I made a slight detour and approached her.
“Hi, I’m Ace. Can I ask you a dumb question?”
“Sure. I’m Tina. What do you want?” Her tone was guarded, careful. I hesitated, but blundered on.
“I hope you don’t mind my asking. Why are you the only one wearing a bra?”
“Your companions could tell you. My boobs are heavy and they hurt when I run back and forth on the court unless I wear this bra.”
“I’m sorry. That was a dumb question, Tina. Tonight, I’ve promised a massage to Clara. She’s the tallest one who I played against. She says it helps her with tight muscles. But that wouldn’t work on sore boobs, I guess.”
“Ace, I’m sure your girlfriend wants your hands on her tits for other reasons.”
“Oh, Clara’s not my girlfriend. I guess you could call her a camp friend. I’m sure you’ll see her with somebody else in the next few weeks. Oh, here we are.”
I noticed Tina turning away, evidently going to sit somewhere else.
“I’m embarrassed by my impolite questions. If you join us for lunch, can I get the food you want and bring you your tray? The twins and Clara will vouch for my good character.”
“Are you sure? I’d be like 4th place in your harem.”
Harem? That word landed like a slap. I sputtered.
“Tina, I’ve only been intimate with Clara, and I already told you she’s not tied to me specifically.”
My overreaction earned me a sharp look and a muttered, “Some other time,” before she stalked away.
I stood there for a second, realizing I’d somehow made everything worse. Inside the cafeteria, I put a minimal lunch on my tray and sat with my pickleball partners.
Poppy watched me, and spoke sympathetically.
“You’re looking glum, Ace. No luck with Tina? She looked like she was pissed at you.”
“I asked her to sit with us and I would bring her a tray with the food she wanted.”
Even as I said it, I knew that wasn’t the whole story. All three of them complained. Eventually, I told them what else happened that caused her to be angry and walk away.
“I’m an idiot; I should go back to the cabin.”
The way they were looking at me, I knew a lecture was coming.
Poppy scowled. “Yes, you should. But first, you’re going to listen. You’ve already had two strikes with Tina. First, you asked an impolite question about her boobs. Clara has big tits, why didn’t you ask her?”
“Um...”
“Instead, you were, ‘Hello, how do you cope with those grotesque torpedos you lug around.’ Like she didn’t already feel self-conscious about a situation she’s had for years.”
“But...”
“Shut up, Ace. Then, when she used the word ‘harem’ that should have set off red lights and sirens in your mind. Do you consider the three of us your harem?”
“Of course, not.”
“Instead of correcting her impression, and telling her you weren’t some kind of macho clown, you bragged about fucking Clara. Showing her that her concerns about your character were justified.”
“I’m an idiot; I should go back to the cabin.”
Lily scoffed. Neither of them looked like they were done with me.
“You said that already. Finish your lunch, and we’ll go. Me and Poppy.”
“You and ... But why?”
“Clara, what’s the first rule of nudist camp?”
“I have no idea, and I’ve been here a few years in a row.”
Poppy said, “Lust makes men...”
Lily finished, “ ... stupid.”
Clara leaned back and said, “Of course it does. Ace was fretting about his hard-ons, but the hormones in his brain were the real problem. Right now, he’s completely limp, and feeling self-critical. I’ve done my part to relieve his anxiety. Now, he’s in your hands. Ace, I’ll see you at dinner.”
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