Chapter 43: Playing and Passion

“There’s gonna be a gathering at the community fire circle after dinner tonight,” Barbara told the family when she got back to the cabin a little later. “And they also had some excitement at the pool a little earlier today; a guy was secretly taking videos of the kids there.”

She explained what happened as Peter came in and Peter had to give the blow-by-blow description of what had happened.

“That was a good job, Peter,” Claire told him and the others agreed. “Anything special happening at the community fire tonight, Barbara?” she asked.

“Yeah, Mom. I saw Roy and Jill Garfield at the convenience shop; they just got in, and they’re gonna sing and lead in some group songs. They asked me to help spread the word.”

The adults were all smiling at that news and the kids were excited; Tamara and Terence looked puzzled by the enthusiasm.

“They’re well known local singers, Tamara,” Peter explained. “They play guitars and do country-western and folk songs, and they’re really good. They lead sing-alongs too.”

After dinner, the group went down to the fire circle. Vicki was there and saw Peter, so she gave him some news from the county police.

“We heard from Gary; he got a search warrant and a quick arraignment hearing from Judge Hooper. Your afternoon’s ‘sparring partner,’” she made finger quotes, “tried to claim that you attacked him without provocation, but it seems that his video caught the whole thing. Gary told me that he’s giving that video sequence to Sensei Frank so he can critique your form,” she giggled.

Peter grinned. “No fair! He’ll tell me I wasn’t wearing the proper uniform!”

Vicki laughed. “Gary won’t, really. It’s evidence. They found a lot of incriminating stuff in that jerk’s possessions, he said, so you most likely won’t even be needed as a prosecution witness.”

“That’s good.”

There was a nice crowd at the fire circle that evening and Peter found out that he was a minor celebrity; six of the tween “rugrat” girls from the pool incident were there and had been bragging on him to everyone they saw. Of course they all insisted on sitting with him at the fire, vastly amusing Tamara. When it got darker, the girls got a bit more adventuresome and, still naked, they began taking turns sitting on Peter’s legs while he and Tamara were sitting on their blanket, listening to the music. Then the girls started pushing him to lay flat and several girls began straddling his midriff and wiggling around. Peter got alarmed at that, his penis had noticed all the nubile flesh rubbing against him and threatened to do more than just get a bit fatter.

“Okay, Cindy, Marie, that’s enough,” Peter groaned as the last pair were gyrating their little bottoms on him for about a minute. “You guys are too damn sexy, you know, and it’s gettin’ embarrassing.”

Cindy looked at him with a devilish gleam. “We saw one of the nuru massage flyers, so we all wanted to see what it felt like.”

Tamara was enjoying this way too much, but she decided to come to Peter’s rescue.

“Cindy, if you read the flyer, you saw that nuru massage is erotic and for couples, no?” Tamara asked.

“Yeaaahhh...” she whined. “But we wanted to see and...”

Tamara laughed. “And Peter’s safe, right?”

Every one of their heads nodded vigorously.

“Yeah. And we all love him,” Melodie chimed in and Rachel sighed, “We do.”

Peter put his arms out, circling them. “And I love all you guys, too. Let’s do a big group cuddle and hug, okay?”

With little squeals, the six crowded around and there were arms everywhere.

Peter spoke quietly to them, “I love all of your attention; don’t get me wrong. But, see, we have a big rule here about doin’ sexy stuff like you guys were doin’. The rule is, ‘no.’ And another thing is your age; even though you’re all big girls now—almost all grown up...”

Tamara saw many chests swell with pride on hearing that.

“ ... you’re still a little bit too young to do sexy stuff with someone as ancient as I am.”

There were a few giggles and Steffie piped up, “As if! You’re a hunk, no way you’re ancient.”

Peter grinned. “Okay then. Almost ancient, okay? Still, see, what you were doing was starting to give me a boner, and we talked about that last year, remember? When guys see sexy girls like you, sometimes it’s tough not to notice how pretty you are and our penises react by growing and getting hard. Several of you asked me about that, right?”

There were murmured replies, “Yeah.”... “Uh huh.”... “Sure.”

“So when you all were trying out what you read in that flyer, my body had trouble with keeping my penis soft, ‘cause that massage is supposed to get it hard.”

“Eeww.”... “Really?”... “Wow.”

“That’s what happens, guys. But in public here, it’s a big no-no.”

Tamara broke in. “Gals, Peter’s right. I’m new to nudism, so help me out. Going nude together like this is something you’ve done for years, right?”

She got a bunch of “yesses.”

“And I assume your folks told you a little about sex acts, like maybe they called it ‘making love.’”

More “yesses.”

“So part of making love is the rubbing and caressing, kissing too, and that helps get the body ready. In a boy, that makes his penis grow—his body makes that happen. It’s not something he has much control over. You girls started to make him get hard and that shows you how much he loves you too.”

There were a bunch of squeals at that, the girls all hugged Peter again, but then they swarmed over Tamara, hugging and kissing her.

Then Marie asked, “Tamara, you’re wicked awesome and so pretty too; can you be our honorary sister too, like Barbara?”

The other girls chimed in, “Yes!”... “Please!”... “Oh, can you?”

Tamara’s eyes felt a bit damp. “Oh sure, that’ll be a real honor...”

Their cries, “Yay!”... “Yes!”... “Goodie!” were followed by more hugs.

They all settled back to enjoy the music again, but this time, a mass of bodies occupied that blanket. When the music finished, six very reluctant girls left to find their parents, and Tamara turned to Peter.

“Jeez,” she said, “that was intense. Were they like that last year?”

Peter shook his head. “Not like that. They’ve always been very affectionate and demonstrative, but that was a new wrinkle. I’m guessing they’ve found their sexuality and are trying it out.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet that they’ve all started into puberty now. But the emotions of love and adoration I felt coming from them was simply stunning. I didn’t feel lust or anything sexual—it was pure love.”

Peter sighed. “That was some of my best therapy, those girls. They were five or six years old starting back then, and just showered me with their love. Like you, I felt their emotions directly and it was very healing.”

“Are you a sibling substitute? Do they have any brothers or sisters?”

“Oh, sure—they all have siblings, and ... as of last year, anyway, they all get along fine with them. Some have older brothers or sisters, some have younger ones. Two are middle kids. So I doubt that any of them think of me as a brother they don’t have ... Well, maybe some do, since Barbara and I have known them since they were toddlers.”

Tamara laughed. “The image I got, watching them, was like a litter of kittens all swarming the mom. Except you’re no mom.”

He laughed.

“So how’d you keep from getting a full-blown erection, anyway? I was trying to read your emotions, but what I got was static. It was strange, like, ‘station’s off the air now; tune in during regular hours,’ kinda static.”

“Really? That’s interesting. I was distracting myself with a combination of meditating and also re-enacting in my mind when I used my judo on that jerk today. I surprised myself about how I reacted and my rehashing it took my mind off those vixens.”

“Yeah, they really are precious, aren’t they?”

Tamara and Peter stopped off in the shower block near their cabin and got washed up. Discovering that they were alone, Tamara offered to wash Peter’s back, and predictably his penis sprang up like a steel rod.

She giggled, “More fantasy fulfilment, darling?”

He grunted. “More than that, sweetie. I’m still thinking about those little vixens and how they were rubbing themselves on me. They’re forbidden fruit, but man, they are damned cute, all of ‘em.”

Tamara sighed, “You know, watching them with you turned me on something fierce. And how you treated them—not sending them away in shame for coming onto you, but turning it into a lovely teaching moment. Peter, you’re simply awesome, and you’ve got me so hot now I can’t stand it.”

She drew him into a fierce embrace and they stood there, under the water, kissing. Peter reached down to her vulva and slid his fingers through her lips, making her shudder.

“Jeez, you’re soaked in there and it’s not the shower water—it’s slippery,” he breathed.

“Let’s dry off and get to the cabin,” Tamara panted.

When they closed the door, Tamara attacked Peter, pushing him down on the bed on his back; then she pounced on his lower legs, straddling them, leaned over, and sucked his penis into her mouth. It had never lost any of its rigidity, and when her lips encircled its crown, Peter groaned and his whole pelvis lurched.

“C’mere,” he gasped as he sat up and pulled Tamara around so her knees straddled his chest.

Then, as she sucked him, he dove into her crotch and used his tongue and fingers to caress and stimulate her clit and lips. Precum was pouring out of his cock, and Tamara had a thought.

Shit, when we did the nuru massage and I tit-fucked him, that was incredible.

She moved down Peter’s body and nestled his rigid penis between her breasts and began sliding up and down; Peter gasped. There was so much precum and saliva there now that the feelings for both were stunning—and then Tamara realized that, once again, she had begun feeling what Peter was apparently feeling. She felt her erect nipples rubbing on Peter’s pubes, but also felt as if there was a strange sensation stimulating something at her own crotch; a feeling that seemed to be originating outside her body—not part of her body either. It was as if she had a penis too, and it was being stimulated—being stroked. Her mind whirled.

She spun around on Peter’s chest.

“Let’s try doing what the tweens were doing with you before, sweetheart,” she suggested. “That got me hot ‘cause it made me think of the nuru massage. My boobies got so wet, it felt almost like the gel.”

Peter just grunted. Whatever Tamara felt like doing was just fine. He had also felt tingling in his own nipples when Tamara was tit-fucking him and wondered if he was receiving her sensations. Tamara began to rub her chest on Peter’s as her thighs straddled his hips, then she raised her body up a bit and trapped his penis against her mons, raised up a bit, and used the underside of his penis to rub on her clit.

They both gasped at the intensity; both of them now realized that they were truly sensing each other’s feelings. Tamara kept this up for several minutes, alternating with rubbing her nipples on Peter and rubbing her crotch on his cock.

Then she heaved a great sigh. “Lover, I need to get your awesome cock where it belongs—inside me. I wanted it in me all day. Watching you put down that jerk and then seeing you with those little vixens—I’ve been dripping wet all day. Ahh ... I’m protected too.”

Peter looked at her with love. “You sure; it’s okay for you now?”

“Never been more sure. Let me do it from up here, okay? If it hurts, please be gentle.”

Peter gulped and husked, “Sure, darling.”

Tamara raised herself and moved down over Peter’s hips. Then, lifting up, she pulled Peter’s penis up and slotted its head between her lips and wiggled herself a little to get the head just right. Peter gasped and Tamara felt two jolts from her vulva—one was the stretchy and stinging feeling of what was left of her membrane being pushed on by the organ pressing against her; the other was that “outside” feeling of intense stimulation and a strong urge for it to push inward.

Biting her lower lip, Tamara sunk down about two inches, resulting in a sharp pinching sensation—it wasn’t really pain—it was completely damped out by an incredible combination of external and internal pressures as she felt both the impression of a large, hot rigid object pushing into her vagina, together with the incredible pressure surrounding a—something?—gliding into an incredibly hot, tight channel. The doubled sensation was so intense, she nearly blacked out.

She groaned and heard Peter sigh, “Oh, fuck, wow...”

Tamara lifted her hips and felt that doubled sensation in reverse, and then sank down fully. Tamara gasped as the widened part of the shaft just behind the head of Peter’s cock spread apart her labia. She gasped again and shuddered as she felt the strange but wonderful sensation of fullness as his organ stretched the tissues of her vaginal canal as she sunk downward, driving it deeply inside her core.

“Yaaahgh,” Peter gasped.

“Eeehhh...” Tamara gasped. “Ohhh ... so full...”

Tamara sat still for a few seconds, trying to recover from the intense sensations that swept through her as her clit was crushed against Peter’s pubic bone. She could also feel the strange and unfamiliar sensation of an organ she didn’t possess being squeezed inside a tight, hot, rippling channel, sending pulses of pleasure into her groin, spine, and belly. She looked down to where they were joined—they were truly joined, body and spirit; she thought that she could feel his pulse through his cock, and she could feel his emotions of love pouring out of him, enveloping her. The thought made her vagina clench and Peter groaned again at the sensation.

Then she began moving again, leaning forward so that her clit came into contact with the top of Peter’s cock, while she undulated herself up and down and back and forth on his cock. Peter reached his hands up to caress her breasts, running his hands over them, brushing over her nipples and pinching them, and again, both groaned in passion. Tamara leaned further forward and began to rapidly rock her hips up and down with a rolling, sensual motion, allowing his cock to ride over her clit when suddenly, the tightly wound spring of her building sensations snapped, rocking her whole being in an intense orgasm.