Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7: Open Minded
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Open Minded - 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
I woke up pretty early in the Homburgs’ cabin. For a little while, I stared at the ceiling while everyone slept, trying to collect my thoughts. The last thing I remembered was climaxing into Mina’s pussy.
“Mina? Clara’s mother ... yeah.”
Evidently, Clara had switched beds with her mother and was now with me. The rays spilling in from the east-facing window were still orange-yellow. As last night’s sex fog faded, I looked back on my evening with growing concern.
“I didn’t come here expecting to be intimate with my parents or people their age and older. Instead, I wanted to hang around and have willing partners my own age. But Mina said that I should teach her husband how to lick pussy. Ew.”
I didn’t want to get inside of somebody’s marriage like that.
“Laura is the source of my knowledge. She coached me, and I was an apt pupil, for sure. Hm. Where was Laura? I needed to thank her.”
Clara, still asleep, snuggled her ass against my groin, putting pressure on my morning wood.
“Maybe someday, I’ll remember to pee before going to sleep. On the other hand, I enjoyed that shower with Clara. She was right, it all drains to the same pipe. But what if Mina wants the same thing? Or Leo? Ew again.”
Clara shifted again, and I remained stiff against her.
“Yeah, sweetie, you’re not helping. If there was a clock, I could tell if it was time for us to wake up yet. The sunlight is white now, so the sun has been up for a while. Clara is a lot of fun, but I’m missing Laura. What would she say if I told her about my mixed feelings? But who am I kidding? Laura is always running top speed, ignoring any red lights when it comes to sex. She would say, ‘It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.’ That’s 100% Laura. Whoops, don’t think about Laura.”
I detected a slippery droplet coming off me onto Clara’s lower back.
“There’s something else troubling me about the Homburgs. I’m getting a worrying mental tickle about Leo. I can imagine him asking me to do something I’ve seen in porn: DP or double penetration. The two of us both poking into Mina, or (worse) Clara! I’m not ready for that. Triple Ew.”
Leo’s snoring stopped abruptly with a loud snort, then resumed. My bladder was becoming uncomfortable.
“I think I’m going to do like the old Ace, and chicken out. I’ll talk to Clara later.”
In slow, gentle movements, I put space between my body and hers, and then slipped completely out of bed. I walked around the bright spot on the floor and carefully, silently opened and shut the cabin door. Twenty steps into the forest, I used an appropriately private tree to relieve myself. Then I walked to the handwashing station in the cafeteria.
At the tables, Tina sat alone (and braless). I took a clandestine moment to commit her big boobs to memory, and then approached her table.
“Tina, do you mind if I sit with you?”
She inclined her head and smiled slightly, so I sat opposite to her. Next we spoke at the same time.
“Tina, I want to apologize...”
“Ace, I’m sorry for...”
I held up my hand, palm out. “Tina, let me apologize for the way I spoke to you. I promise to do better and not talk to your chest.”
“And I was too harsh. You’re right, all the men come up and try to get after me, and all they do is talk about and to my boobs.”
“Can I say that I understand their interest but condemn their approach?”
“You understand what?” Tina was back on guard.
“Because you’re exceptional, men get distracted. I get distracted. I’m apologizing for that. Instead, I’d rather join you for a nice breakfast and chat person to person, not pickle to boobs.”
Would my little joke land, or anger her again?
“OK, I’ll give it a try, reserving the right to expel you if your pickle is doing the talking.”
I checked my lap. “Currently, I’m under control. When I came here for the first time a few days ago, I was terrified of being expelled because of the ‘no public erections’ rule. I’ve had erections for no discernible reason for many years. Now that I’m 18, I’m more restrained, even though there are dozens of lovely women walking around camp.”
“Am I one of the dozens?” Tina asked.
“Most certainly. I’m still working on my self-control. That reminds me, what should I get you for breakfast? Are you a vegetarian or vegan?”
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