Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 8: Home Support
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Home Support - 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 and her father had one of the smallest cabins, essentially one big room and a closed-off bathroom.
“Ace, I need a quick shower, I dribbled fruit juice on my left protuberance. No, you can’t come into the shower with me. Stay here and talk to my dad. Dad, this is Ace. He’s nice to me and wants to be my pickleball partner.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Irwin, Tina’s father.”
“Nice to meet you too. Tina tells me you left your wife and daughter back home?”
“That’s right. I’d love to have Tracy here with me, but Carlie is too young. I thought about going to another club where minors are allowed, but she’s going to be a ninth grader.”
“I have to agree with you, Irwin. I know I wasn’t very, uh, polite when I was that age.”
“Ace, you must be polite now, for Tina to agree to partner with you.”
“That’s true, but it’s been a strain. I think your daughter is absolutely beautiful, but she says she hates how men just talk to her chest. She even told me Carlie’s nickname for her.”
“Oh, hell. I should take away her phone for that. She’s just pouring gasoline on a roaring fire. And it’s all for nothing. Her hormones are kicking in, and her mother is big on top. There’s good reason to think in the next two years she won’t be complaining.”
“I suppose. I don’t have any experience, being an only child. You might see my parents here, Angie and Greg.”
“Oh, I think I’ve met them ... Here’s Tina.”
She walked out of the bathroom soaking wet, hair dripping. In my mind, I thought, “Goddess.”
She didn’t bother with a towel. I watched her walk across the room to a little rolling luggage, and start picking through it for a sports bra.
Her father was on my right, and whispered, “You’re staring, Ace.”
“Sure I am. She’s amazing,” I whispered back.
“As her father, I have to say, if you hurt her, I will hurt you way worse.”
I looked at him—six feet tall and very muscular. He was a credible threat.
Sincerely, I whispered, “I would never hurt Tina. She’s a goddess.”
Oops. Did I say the ‘G’ word out loud?
But he just smiled, showing a lot of teeth. I thought of sharks, for some reason.
By then, Tina had corralled her wayward tits and came up to us.
“Bye, Dad, see you for lunch.”
Like a princess, she held out her hand and Irwin kissed it! Something I should remember.
As we walked, Tina asked, “Did my dad threaten you?”
“Quite clearly. My balls seemed to shrink and go up into my belly to hide. Is he ex-military, or something?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“He does have that tattoo, that globe and anchor thing. The marines, maybe?”
“Yeah, he was in the marines. He doesn’t talk about it much. I know he was in the Middle East somewhere. He called it ‘the sandbox.’ That’s about all he’s revealed.”
“I promised him I’d never hurt you. I don’t know if he believed me.”
“You’re walking with me, aren’t you?”
“How many boyfriends has he frightened off?”
Tina got quiet, then, “I don’t want to talk about that.”
Hm. I shut up, of course, but I wondered. Did he scare them off, or were there no guys wanting to take her out, or were all prospects being rejected as tit-talkers?
At the courts, there were no flower girls (Lily and Poppy) in sight. But there were two young men looking for opponents. Liam and Jared offered themselves to us, and soon we were playing.
They were the first guys our age at camp who didn’t stare at Tina’s chest or ask about the bra. Soon their comments to each other made my “gaydar” light up—they were a couple.
We split two games, we won the first one, they won the second which went to 13 instead of 11. But when we started the third game, Liam rolled his ankle and went down in serious pain. Jared held him, seeming in more pain than his partner. He asked us to take care of Liam while he went to find his father, a doctor.
While I kept his ankle still, Tina was holding his shoulders. I envied him, slightly, because her breasts were so close to his face.
Tina tried to distract him. “How long have you been a couple?”
Liam’s voice showed the pain he was in, but slowly warmed as he recounted his romance with Jared. He said they came to camp because his parents and Jared’s parents were swingers and they thought this camp would be fun for them. Liam said they didn’t expect to find other partners, but swimming and relaxing sounded like a good vacation. Jared’s father Sergio arrived carrying his little black bag, while Jared held two small boards and a big roll of adhesive tape.
Sergio started with, “Well, Liam, if you were a horse, I’d recommend euthanasia.”
Liam grinned through his pain while Jared cried out in anguish.
Sergio continued, “If euthanasia is contra-indicated, may I suggest amputation?”
Liam’s grin shrank, while Jared barked out, “No!”
Sergio had his hands on Liam’s leg. “Vasectomy? Mastectomy? Tonsillectomy? Rhinoplasty? How does this feel?”
“Ow!” Liam cried out, and Sergio took his hands away.
“Nothing feels broken, but you have a severe sprain. I’m going to splint the joint and ask you to stay off the leg for a few days. There will be swelling, but you aren’t wearing shoes or boots here so that won’t be a problem. I’ll examine you again tonight after dinner, and if you don’t have any improvement we’ll drive you to urgent care or a hospital for a boot or a cast. No more pickleball, obviously.”
The doctor took away his supplies and Jared moved up to take Liam’s shoulders from the other side. He thanked Tina and she and I moved away so Jared and Sergio could take care of the wounded Liam.
Lily and Poppy were on the other pickleball court, so Tina and I went to greet and challenge them to play. They refused to split this time, so Tina and I were together. The flower girls did cooperate effectively, but Tina had an overpowering serve that helped us win two consecutive matches.
It was time for lunch, and we all trooped into the cafeteria together. Seeing Laura, I excused myself from the group and went to greet her.
“Hi cutie, my name is Ace. Do you remember me?”
“Shut up, Ace!”
“Ah, you DO remember me. Will I be seeing you tonight?”
“What the hell? I was home in D-6 last night, and you weren’t. Where were you?”
“Uh, I was with Clara Homburg.”
“All night?”
“Yeah. So you were home last night?”
“Well, no. I was gone too.”
“You tricked me!”
“I was gone for the same reason you were. Shut up, Ace!”
I shook my head and walked back to Tina and the flower girls.
“So, who is that, Ace?” asked Tina.
“Believe it or not, Laura was my girlfriend until we got here. I’ve barely seen her since.”
“You had a fight?”
“No. But she’s been clear from the beginning, we aren’t exclusive.”
Tina gave me one of her ‘knowing’ looks.
“Which meant, in practice, she had many choices, and you had her—only.”
“That’s right.”
Poppy wasn’t going to leave it alone. “Ace, you were fine with this?”
“It was more, if I became an obstacle, we’d be done and she would move on, and I would have no one.”
Lily frowned. “That is such bullshit. Didn’t I just see you all huggy with Clara? You had sex with her, right?”
“Yes. Oh, here she comes. I need to go talk to her. Excuse me.”
“Uh-oh,” chorused Lily and Poppy. Tina just looked worried. For me?
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