Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 9: Home Sex
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: Home Sex - 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
A large structure beside the pool had shower nozzles along one wall of the main room. A smaller room held toilets and sinks. There were benches, and a supply of towels, soaps, and shampoos. Nothing fancy, just recognizable supermarket brands. The walls had many signs: “There’s no P in our OOL. No Rude or Erotic Behavior. No Running. No swimsuits. No Pool Noodles. NO DIVING!”
“Ladies, I’m still getting used to this place, and I still don’t want to break the rules and get expelled.”
In unison, “Expelled?”
“Being pointy in public is against the rules.”
“Pointy?” asked Poppy. “Oh, pointy, I get it. You’re going to wash your own body, not let us do it?”
“I’m sorry, but I think that’s safest. Poppy, shall I wash you first?”
“Please, but leave my hair. Lily and I shampooed this morning.”
I got to work, trying to be businesslike and not linger anywhere. I clenched my teeth and tried to keep my eyes on only the skin under my hands. Poppy and Lily had only the faintest of tan lines and lovely tits. Poppy was, I guess, one size smaller than Lily, reminding me they weren’t identical—but both very beautiful.
Oops! I felt some arousal, or lengthening. No! The twins were hideous trolls, with crooked and missing teeth, volcanic acne, and a cheesy body odor. I avoided washing their hair where I needed to comb out the armies of lice.
Telling myself these false things allowed me to finish Poppy and wash Lily without getting any harder. I moved to another nozzle and quickly cleaned my body, and we went out to the pool.
The water temperature was perfect on this warm and sticky day, typical Gulf Coast climate. The pool was an “L” shape, with one arm striped for lap swimming and a wide square area for general swimming.
We found a soccer ball with a face drawn with indelible marker. Of course, we named the ball “Wilson” after an old Tom Hanks movie.
Those mean girls decided to play “keep away” with me in the middle. Over and over, “Wilson” arched over my head while I tried to jump high enough to catch and keep “him.” After we got tired, we designated “Wilson” as our psychiatric counselor and unburdened ourselves to his impassive face. Poppy told the story of her amphibian hatred, while Lily admitted to a drastic fear of spiders.
This could be a problem.
“So, if I hear you girls screaming your lungs out, it’s because you saw a toad eating a giant spider?”
That remark earned me several dunkings at their hands.
“Not funny!” they shouted every time my head got back into the air. I apologized over and over and they calmed down.
“So what are you afraid of, Ace?” Lily asked.
“I’m just like Indiana Jones.” This claim earned me two skeptical looks.
“It’s true, all I need is a scar on my chin and you’d think I was just like him. It’s snakes. Snakes are scary.”
Poppy laughed. “So, if I was a naked exotic dancer with a python wrapped over my shoulders, its reptile eyes on you, and a forked tongue flicking out—wouldn’t you be turned on?”
“Poppy, that’s the only way seeing you dance naked wouldn’t turn me on. Lily, for you, I promise not to wear my Spider-Man Halloween costume.”
We said goodbye to “Wilson” and returned to the showers. This time, the blonde twins shampooed each other while I showered separately, keeping my focus on nonsexual subjects. We left the building behind and walked to their cabin.
Lily opened the door and called for her father. He responded, and we all walked in to greet him.
“I can see you were in the pool,” Darren said. “You came back here to relax before dinner?”
They chorused, “Yes, Daddy.”
He said, “Then I’ll be sure to keep it quiet out here while you are ‘resting’ together.” I could hear the quotation marks in that sentence. Still, this was better than him wanting to join in like the elder Homburgs.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Poppy said. “When it’s time, we’ll all go to dinner together.”
“Sure, but a quick shower might be good before we leave here.”
“Good idea. See you later,” Poppy said. I followed the twins into their bedroom and closed the door behind me, making sure I heard the latch click.
Quietly, I said, “Your dad seems pretty cool.”
Poppy pointed out that parents would not take their adult children to a place like this if they weren’t accepting.
“Yeah, my parents brought my girlfriend, Laura. And before that, she and I had many sleepovers. Now that we’re here at camp, we aren’t being exclusive, as you know. Now, I want you to know two—no, three—things about me. OK?”
Together: “Sure.” I’m still adjusting to their twin-speak.
“First, I’d prefer concentrating on one of you at a time; I can handle a three-way if you prefer. Second, I’ve gotten a lot of coaching on pussy eating, and I keep hearing that I’m good at it. Third, my preference is to give you a climax with my mouth first, then missionary. That’s if I’m doing one twin before the other. Please tell me how you want to proceed, or did you bring me in here to play the world’s fastest strip poker game?”
I watched their smiles, and my breath caught. Darren’s daughters were naturally beautiful.
Lily said, “I like it when Poppy goes first and I can watch her. She has a wonderful ‘O’ face. We only choose young men who have enough stamina for a second go-round with me. Does that sound right for you? Poppy?”
Poppy and I agreed, and she arranged herself on the bed with her knees apart and her shoulders and neck supported by a pillow against the headboard. Lily pulled up a chair where she had a view of the action, and I got to work.
A few minutes later, my ears were punished by her strong thighs gripping the sides of my head. I could dimly hear her whimper along with the shudders rolling through her muscles.
When she relaxed enough to release my head from her legs, she reached down with both hands to grip the sides of my head again and urge me up for a messy kiss.
“Fuck me, Ace. Fuck me now!”
With a brief adjustment to get her off the headboard and flat on the mattress, I positioned myself. I eased in, slowly, but heard an impatient noise from her.
“More?” I asked.
“Deeper! Faster!” she answered. Pushing in all the way, I nudged her cervix. I stopped and watched her.
“It’s fine, go! Go!”
Since I wasn’t hurting her, I kept going. My quickening pace told her I was, er, coming soon.
I managed to grunt out, “Where?”
“Mouth,” she answered and latched on sucking as soon as I moved up. After finishing, I withdrew.
“OK?” I asked.
“Perfect,” she answered, and licked her lips. I was still above her, so I found a spot to the side to lie down, leaving Poppy between me and Lily, whose forearm moved in a near-blur.
That was fine with me, as I let my heart rate and breathing slow to normal. This afternoon was one more opportunity for me to envy women’s ability to climax again and again. Even though I’m still young, two orgasms in an hour is about my limit.
I didn’t want to be floppy when Lily wanted penetration, so I kept still. After a couple of minutes, Poppy had calmed herself. She moved to position her face and kissed me, warmly.
“Add me to your list, Ace.”
“My list?”
“Women you’ve licked into beautiful agony. Your girlfriend taught you, or was it your mom?”
“You’re a brat, Poppy. Laura, my girlfriend, she taught me. Anyone can learn if they just listen.”
The little wet noises from Lily had stopped, and she had something to say.
“Stop jabbering with Ace, Poppy, and give me your spot on the bed!”
Lily followed her sister’s lead, although the pussy licking seemed to go easier and faster, a relief to my tiring mouth.
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