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Hide and Seek Pt. 02

By: Drmaxc



Maximilian Cummings

It was no good. Matthew had tried for most of the morning to get on with some work. Being retired from banking did not mean he did not keep his hand in, did not mean he had no work at all; he had set up a company and did certain consultative jobs; it was all interesting, it kept him sharp and helped pay the bills. And then there were his own investments to manage - and there were actually quite a few of those.

He had tried. but the sunshine through the window had called to him. Called it was time he had a walk in his garden and ponder, as he had promised himself, on the happenings of the day before; called on him to enjoy a pleasant recollection of the afternoon before when he had walked naked in the company of the three young girls, Vickie, Morgan and, of course, little Emma.

What a shock it had been finding Emma was the daughter of Phil and Louise Hatchard; discovering just who Emma was whilst present with his wife at a birthday party - a party for Emma. He had not realised and made the connection until she was there before him alongside Vickie and Morgan at the party. Had he actually thought them eighteen when playing hide and seek? He was not sure he had thought that fully through; his mind had, after all, been distracted: just that they were young but not too young. Their attributes had been womanly - he meant.

They had looked so pretty at the birthday gathering, dressed in their slinky party numbers; really figure hugging dresses. Sarah had even commented on the girls and later suggested that his looking at them was bad for him at his age. On the way home she had mentioned where his eyes had wandered more than once.

"Imagining what lay beneath those girls' dresses - you naughty, naughty old man!"

Matthew had denied that. And he had, of course, been right to do so. He had no need to imagine - he knew both visually and by feel! And less of the old. He was by no means that - yet.

He gave up on his accounts and investments and went downstairs. For a second time he walked out of the patio doors into his garden stark naked, almost like the day before, but this time his erection did not come as he walked about his garden. It did not come because he was already standing firm when he stepped out. Just looking through the patio window at the lawn whilst he undressed and thinking about how the girls had held him down on it, how Morgan had fucked him and then the three of them had jacked him off - was quite enough to swell his knob and bring it almost up to touch his tummy button. Firm, full and comfortable.

Very peculiar to walk out of his patio doors, not just naked, but erect as well; his fine manly prominence before him - or so he liked to think!

It was a nice feeling walking around like that in the sunshine and very nice to think back over the day before. How the girls' heads had appeared one by one over the top of the fence and then they had fairly quickly come over to join him, all naked, and they had played hide and seek. A marvellous game of hide and seek that had required him to fuck them each in turn as he caught them. Not to conclusion - he was fertile after all and they were unprotected - but penetration and the proper movements with all three of them. The fair haired Vickie, the little red headed Emma and the dark Morgan.

Thoughts like that did not serve to lessen a sexually active man's enthusiasm and Matthew's tumescence held. Nice actually to stroke himself as he looked at the very apple tree the girls had climbed up to get across the fence and remember just how wrongly he had caught the birthday girl - and it had really been her birthday that very day - how she had caught herself on his poking up erection right between her legs. How it had pushed up into her vagina, beautifully spearing her. A perfect accident. Matthew could remember the feel of the little girl as she had slipped down his erection with just the force of gravity - just so wet and warm! What a way to lose your virginity!

He wondered if perhaps another time they could do the same again but deliberately. Emma was not a heavy girl. It would be no problem to carry her; walk with her riding on his cock like that; the idea of walking her around his garden mounted on his cock more than attractive; he could imagine a delicious gentle up and down motion as they moved. Matthew walked further into his garden imagining he was carrying the little titian haired girl and they were sexually connected. 

His hands actually positioned where they would be to carry her - under her bottom. How far would they be able to walk like that - before he came? But of course the one thing he must not do was come inside her - or her friends for that matter. He did not want - and they would not want - teenage pregnancies.

Perhaps he could walk with Emma the other way up. Yes, she upside down and he nuzzling her right there between her legs as they walked whilst she sucked on his cock. Wonderful to have his face right in amongst the titian curls and to lap away at her sex. No problem with coming like that - providing she liked that of course... and Matthew doubted she had any experience of cock sucking at all, let alone dealing with an oral ejaculation, upside down or not.

Sarah on the other hand... Well, when she was interested and not teaching at school, she had plenty of such experience. He had come in her mouth long before he had come in her vagina. The happy days of courting. And it still happened sometimes. Sometimes. but only sometimes. when she was too tired from school work. but only sometimes...

But so wonderful to imagine coming like that as Emma and he walked in the sunshine, just releasing himself into her mouth as they walked.

It was really nice just meandering and thinking about sex; standing at the place between the compost heaps where he had penetrated Emma for the second time whilst she was stuck between the wooden boards of the heaps; remembering how he had slipped into her little fur covered place and how he had looked at her sweet little anus with more than a passing interest. Her little girl's bottom - well not so little actually - old enough!

Of course it was all a little unlikely it would happen again. He had not missed the giggles from all three girls when they had left him, not quite speechless, standing with Phil Hatchard at the party. The giggles had been loud and clear from another room and Phil Hatchard had raised his eyebrows. "Girls together," he had said, "so silly. You know. They went to your neighbours' this afternoon, the Royston's, Vickie's place, and have been like that ever since. They obviously had a good time, probably dressing up or something. Just so excited."

Or something... not so much dressing up as dressing down. 

Matthew wandered back down the garden. Probably it had just been a great giggle to them, though they had seemed not just a little sexually excited. A giggle teasing a much older man into silly things. Even so, they had been nicely wet to the touch! They had definitely been sexually interested. Wonderful if perhaps they wanted to do the same again... sometime.

Matthew slipped into the shade of the Cypresses remembering his intimacy with Vickie just there. It was nice just to gently manipulate himself at the memory and he stepped out once more into the sunshine 'fully energised.'

Pleasant to wander about his own garden in the late summer sunshine naked and pleasant to be happy in his manly prominence. But what was even nicer was to all of a sudden see Vickie's head pop up over the fence.

"Morning Mr Stamford." A giggle. "You are looking very fine today."

"Oh, I well... hallo Vickie." He was, of course, delighted to see her; and more than delighted by her comment. It was completely obvious she was referring to his erection.

With a pull of her arms Vickie was up in the apple tree and making her way across. Matthew watched her; admiring her fine body, her pony tail and the tight jeans and tee shirt she was dressed in and, indeed, her not insignificant chest which was pushing at the tee shirt.

Once again her foot in his hand, though this time encased in a trainer and then there she was beside him.

"On your own today?"

"Yes, Did you like Emma's party?"

"Very nice. I was surprised to see the three of you though. Pretty dresses."

"Thanks. Enjoying the sun again, I see."

Remarkable to be standing there stark naked complete with an erection and talking to a fully clothed young girl as if it was as normal as anything. It was difficult to imagine, as she had come across to his garden so easily, that nothing would happen. No, something sexual would happen. It was a fantastic prospect. His penis did not subside.

"Yeah, I was just walking around the garden."

Vickie dropped down on her haunches, her face inches from his erection, just staring at it.

"I can't get over how big you men get and I've seen a penis before. Emma and Morgan hadn't, you know. Not like this. They couldn't stop talking about how big you get or..." Again the giggle. "... how big you feel inside."

Matthew hardly needed to ask what 'inside' meant!

"It's lovely... oh!"

Matthew had not been able to resist, had not been able to stop himself just pushing his hips a little forward and touching Vickie's lip with his knob. It had surprised her - but she gave it a kiss. The lovely soft feel of her lips on his sensitive skin.

Vickie rose and pulled him by the hand. Come on let's walk around your garden a bit. Just like you were doing.

"Have you been watching then?"

"Oh yes."

Much nicer to walk with company, much nicer to walk with Vickie - and what man of Matthew's age (and interest in the female sex) would not have liked to do just that! A pretty girl with pronounced bosom in tight casual clothes.

"Yes, I did enjoy Emma's eighteenth."

"You should have come to mine and Morgie's, two weeks ago. We're not sisters of course but we share a birthday so we had a joint party and sleep over."

"Just you three?"

"No, other girls from school."

The idea of lots of girls in pyjamas and nighties not exactly unpleasing to Matthew!

After a time she asked if she might hold him and Matthew knew she did not just mean his hand! He paused.

"Please feel free."

Lovely to see the hand reach out; lovely to feel the fingers close firmly around the shaft; pleasant to walk with Vickie's hand holding and even manipulating him a little. Holding his foreskin well back or bringing it up over his knob; firmly clasping the whole shaft in her fist or lifting his ball sack and holding his 'eggs.'

Matthew was just wondering if he should invite the young girl to join him and take her own clothes off and walk naked as well when from the next door garden came a call, "Vickie - where are you?"

"Here - Mum."

"Where?"

"In Mr Stamford's garden."

"Why, does he mind?"

"I'd thrown a ball over by mistake."

"You can't just go into somebody else's garden without asking."

"Mr Stamford doesn't mind - he's with me. I'm helping him with something."

"Oh, hallo, Matthew, how are you?"

Matthew was dumbstruck - almost - they weren't near the apple tree where the girls had looked over and he did not think Mrs Royston could see through where they were, but nonetheless there he was stark bollock naked, facing the fence with his erection exposed and as big as it had ever been and, what was more, with Mrs Royston's young daughter's hand clasping his not exactly hidden erection in a very, very, intimate way.

It was a totally unnerving situation. There, the other side of the fence feet from him, was Vickie's mother.

"Very well, Jane... enjoying the sunshine." The hand holding his erection pulled back the foreskin as far as it would go. Full exposure to the sun.

"Indeed, Matthew, it is lovely. I'm off out but don't let Vickie be a nuisance. She chatters too much. Send her back when you have finished with her. Has she found her ball?"

There was a very firm squeeze on his testes.

"Yes, Mum, two actually."

"Well, whichever is yours don't forget to toss it back."

"No, Mum." And as she said it her hand was moving his foreskin quite fast.

Vickie was indeed tossing - tossing him off anyway! It was amusing and interesting to find Vickie knew more about sex than she was perhaps letting on. She knew various words anyway.

"Have a good morning, Matthew."

"I'll try - err - hard." He got a squeeze for that. "And you."

Had Jane Royston actually been able to see them; seen what her daughter was doing; what would she have said? It really did not bear thinking about! Matthew and Vickie continued their walk, hand on penis.

"It's quite warm today," said Vickie after a time, and just pulled her tee shirt off. Nice for Matthew to see her in her in just a bra and even nicer when she asked him to undo the clasp at the back. Very nice for him to have the opportunity of undressing a young girl. The shirt and bra discarded on the ground and Vickie now dressed in just jeans, completely topless and with her round rather full breasts on display. Matthew admired!

They walked on.

"We wondered if we could perhaps play hide and seek again, sometime."

"Any time you like. I did enjoy the game - whosoever was 'it' at the time!"

"We could play in my garden. You don't know that. We could agree a time and you just have to come over and find us already hidden."

"Clothed or naked?"

"We wouldn't want you to be clothed!"

"I meant you!"

"What would you prefer?"

"Silly question."

"Don't you like my jeans?"

"Very nice but so is your bottom and..."

"Legs?"

"Precisely!"

The idea of going over the fence and wandering around his neighbours' garden stark naked was a little unnerving: though to be in search of naked Emma, Morgan and Vickie once again would be more than exciting. There was nothing wrong with Jane Royston either but he was not at all sure she would like being suddenly tapped on the shoulder by a naked Matthew - in her own garden. He would want a strong assurance the girls were alone and Vickie's parents were out.

"So my jeans have to come off?"

"I'm afraid so."

"And what are you going to do then? Are you going to chase me?"

"Would you like that? Would you like to run around?"

"Yeah I think so. And then what?"

"I'd like to kiss you between your legs."

"Oooh not... I mean my boyfriend... ex boyfriend, wouldn't do that... oh would you? I'd really like.. it must be..."

"Please."

Matthew did not wait to be asked. His hands reached just below her tummy button, just below the slight swell of her naked tummy, where just the hint of fuzzy hair showed and undid the brass button. It was then a simple matter to tug down the brass zip. Such a lovely thing to be able to do to a young girl. Pulling down the jeans was not so easy. Vickie seemed to have poured herself into them and they were tight. Pretty light blue panties came down with the jeans and out into the open and into the sunshine came lovely fair curls. Matthew bent forward and down to kiss them - so soft on his face. The scent of aroused young girl coming warmly to his nose.

He let Vickie complete the job, pulling off trainers and socks and tugging the jeans and panties right down to the ground. So nice to watch. Once more Matthew Stamford was naked and erect with a naked girl half his age. He was loving it.

Vickie put her hand into her jeans pocket. "Look what I have." The foil packet was unmistakeable and nor was the inference. Vickie wanted to be fucked to conclusion: yes until Matthew ejaculated inside her or rather safely into the condom.

If this naughtiness with his neighbours girls was going to continue for any length of time it was certainly time for Matthew to have the 'snip.' It was pointless putting it off. Pointless if he was going to have the chance of freely ejaculating in Vickie and her friends - if! Far better to have sex without the latex barrier and the questionable aesthetics and feel of the condom. Far nicer to release his stuff really inside the girls. Nice also to see it drip out afterwards!

"Very Boy Scout or rather Girl Guide, Vickie!" He patted her bottom. It was soft. "Be prepared. Good thinking." Matthew had not that morning been so presumptuous as to assume further sex would inevitably follow from the day before and certainly had not nipped out to the shops to buy condoms as well as the morning paper. Vickie seemed to have been quite happy to do that - or had she her own stock?

He was about to touch more, about to press naked flesh to naked flesh - his hard flesh to soft flesh.

"Catch me if you can." And she was off. Beautiful young limbs working, breasts bouncing, buttocks alternately rising and falling. Matthew stared for more than a moment, relishing the sight, and then he too was off. Naked, erect homo sapiens running - an unusual sight!

Vickie was fast. Unlike Morgan the day before, Matthew could not catch her. Tantalisingly in front of him, buttocks moving, limbs moving with grace, pony tail bobbing but always the view of her from behind and ahead. Circuit after circuit of the garden. The thrill of the chase, lovely to be running after a naked girl but quite tiring nonetheless. Matthew lost his erection. He gave up.

"I win, I win! Are you going to do what you said? Look it's all floppy now. So sweet!"

Nice to have his penis and balls just casually handled by the young girl; bounced up and down all soft in Vickie's hand. The penis did not, of course, stay like that for long.

"Well, here I am." And Vickie just lay down on the grass and spread her legs displaying all of her young womanly delights for Matthew - not just to feast his eyes upon. He was going to do rather more than that!

Lovely to get to his knees and gaze in close at Vickie's display. A wonderfully plump mons veneris all covered in her fair curls, the curls carrying on down the edge of the labia major; inside a deliciously pink and frilly labia minora and there, quite pronounced, Vickie's clitoris standing - her own little erection. Vickie's whole sex looking delectably moist and - did the word really fit - succulent. Matthew was not exactly about to set his teeth into it but he was certainly going to apply his lips and no doubt suck the moist, yes, succulent - it was indeed the right word - soft flesh into his mouth.

He leant forward, the young girl scent delightful; her thighs so soft to the touch of his lips as he made his way closer and closer to their join. The touch of tickly fur and then the wet heat; his tongue probed, moving the soft folds, licking and tasting. He was taking his time. There was no hurry.

Matthew liked oral games with Sarah but so nice to have a different sex to explore. Sarah was sexual enough, fun in bed but her little button was hard to find (though find it he did). Not so, Vickie's, it was big enough to take between his lips, something he could gently manipulate and suck on its own. That made Vickie wriggle. Matthew probed further.

The worrying image of Vickie's Mum suddenly looking over the fence came into his mind.

An imagined, "Matthew - what are you doing to my daughter?"

Her view would be of his hairy arse - probably of his bottom hole to boot. The truthful and anatomically correct answer would have been, "I'm trying to see how far I can stick my tongue up your daughter's vagina." And it was nice to feel Vickie's reaction, indeed hear it, as he did just that; her reaction to his swirling tongue inside her.

Of course Matthew brought her off. Difficult really for her not to come. Worked up already, lying back in the warm sunshine and having an experienced and enthusiastic man orally working her sex. Matthew got the orgasm both he and Vickie wanted!

He sat back on the grass looking at Vickie sprawled in post orgasmic contentment. She looked marvellous. He was tempted just to get on top of her and fuck her there and then. He certainly had the wherewithal.


Hide and Seek Pt. 02



Vickie sat up and looked at him and then moved forward and held his erection.

"Shall I do the same?" She leant forward and kissed his knob - again.

He had thought of it the day before. The idea of placing his penis in the young girls' mouths and having them suck. The idea of letting go whilst in there - the surprise on the chosen girl's face!

"I have done this before you know." Slowly she came forward, but this time her lips opening as they moved over the head. She moved so delightfully slowly, the anticipation of the touch building.

It was, of course, wonderful; such a caress. And the sight, the sight of his penis half in her mouth, she looking up at him.

Only momentarily and then it was released. "Don't come in my mouth. I'm not sure I want that... yet. Emma does not believe men and women really do that you know. But we need to learn don't we? It's nice in my mouth actually: though it's awfully big."

Again Vickie moved forward taking the whole knob in this time, her tongue sliding around. Then she moved further, her lips sliding down the shaft. Exquisite feelings and of course the perfect sight of the young girl with his erection in her mouth. What really could be lovelier!

Soft, just so gentle movements of her lips on his cock, a simulation of intercourse; the penis moving in a warm wet sheath; moving not with a view to sufficient stimulation to release the seed but, and Matthew did feel very worked up, still with the risk! Lovely as the feel of a penis within a vagina is: a vagina does not have the added bonus of a tongue working around, licking and exploring. No wonder, if men were honest, oral sex is probably their favourite - especially if they are permitted to come in the mouth!

"Are you sure you don't..."

The penis removed.

"No, please not today. Perhaps... I'm not quite ready... Shall we... shall we instead do it properly? But I do like sucking you. It's so lovely and big and smooth and feeling how much you like it and just that feeling of, you know, danger."

"Danger?" Matthew did know what she meant really!

"That you might come, of course! I don't want you to do that but it's exciting knowing it could: it might happen. I sort of don't want and do want, if you know what I mean."

It had been lovely being sucked, lovely doing that in the warm sunshine of the garden. Matthew stood and reached out his hand to help Vickie up. She laughed and instead reached for the firm handle looming over her and pulled on that as she got to her feet.

"How convenient!"

And there was Matthew again, walking naked and erect in his garden with a young girl. What a way to spend a morning. 

The grass soft underfoot as they casually walked back to Vickie's discarded jeans and the foil packet - the necessary foil packet; the birds singing and the bees buzzing; all such a pleasant natural scene - and what could be more natural than a man about to have sexual intercourse with a girl?

Vickie bent to rifle through her jeans and Matthew was quick to 'accidentally' bump his knob once more against her face as she turned to look at him. Vickie kissed it again and slipped her lips over it. Lovely for Matthew to stand over the young girl whilst she sucked on him - he was very tempted to surprise her with a sudden mouthful of fresh, warm cum, that dangerous happening she had mentioned, but he thought better of it. Such things might, but only might, 'come' in their own time and at their own pace. He pulled away before anything could happen. But Vickie had been quite close, quite close to being on the receiving end, so to speak. Had, in her own word, been in 'danger!'

"Here it is! Shall I, may I put it on - can I dress you!"

The trouble was that Matthew was really worked up - really worked up; a small break before a resumption of activity was desirable.

"Where shall we go? Where shall we... copulate?"

"Copulate - fuck you mean!"

"Vickie - a bit coarse!"

"Coarse - with your hard cock standing up like that and my..."

"Yes?"

"I'm not saying that!"

"Good! But you mean this."

Matthew's hand between her legs, his fingers playing in her warm wetness. Wonderful to be doing that with such a naughty, sexy and, to be honest, young girl. What would Sarah have said! It was all just so liquid.

"I'm really ready for this, Mr Stamford."

She certainly was! Matthew had no doubt about that - could more than feel it.

It was going to happen. It really, really was going to happen. Proper sexual intercourse, intercourse with the full manly conclusion. Intercourse with this young girl. Unbelievable! If only he had already had 'the snip' and could actually release his semen into Vickie's young body rather than the rubber; ejaculate hopefully copiously and at length; and then perhaps even see it running from her later. His hard penis twitched. It was keen to set to; it had been standing ready for a long time!

"Undo the packet then."

Matthew watched Vickie's slim fingers tear open the foil and extract the strange ring of latex. It glistened with lubrication in the sunlight.

"May I," she giggled and said it again, "dress you?"

She balanced the little flying saucer right on the tip of Matthew's upstanding erection.

"Have I got that right?"

She had pulled her hand away and there it was, the condom, just balanced on his near vertical erection.

Matthew laughed, "Not really!"

"So funny you men, having this thing sticking up to your fronts - well not all the time but... I do love a cock, though!"

"Vickie!"

Vickie clearly knew what she was doing. The teat squeezed with one set of fingers and gently the thin latex rolled over the knob and down the shaft by the other. She had put it on the right way around.

The young girl stepped back to admire her work. 

Matthew had never felt the condom was aesthetically pleasing, always a bit of a barrier (of course) to sex. It was not something he had worn for years. Sarah and he had used the Pill more recently when they were not trying for children.

"You do look funny, Mr Stamford."

"Careful or you will deflate not only my ego but..."

Her hand reached out and fondled his balls. A lovely feeling. Vickie's smooth young fingers gently playing. There was no let up in his erection.

"No, not your lovely penis. It looks nice all sheathed like that. Doesn't the latex mould it perfectly, tight to its shape. The teat on the top though is funny. It'd look nicer without. Why's it there?"

"It's a reservoir to take the semen, otherwise it might be forced downwards by the pressure and leak out at the bottom and get into the vagina."

"Thought so! But 'pressure!' Oooh, Mr Stamford, I like that idea. We did so like seeing you cum yesterday. I would like seeing you fill the reservoir; does it grow and get all big with your cum, blowing up a bit like a balloon? Actually, I like the idea of no teat and seeing the pressure building, the condom expanding and your stuff being forced out. I'd really like to see you cum in the condom! PRESSURE! Cool!"

Matthew's face must have registered his disappointment.

"Oh, but not today. Come on Mr Stamford. No, let's do what I say. Please fuck me - properly."

Vickie was down on the grass in a trice, legs nicely spread, her pudenda once more displayed and open, not awaiting Matthew's tongue this time but his much larger generative organ.

Fantastic for Matthew to be standing over this young girl, looking down at her, knowing what he was about to do. He paused savouring the moment. The wanton young thing - and wasn't she just so young! Lying there wanting to be fucked.

"You look so big and strong from down here, Mr Stamford, looming over me."

Matthew felt big and strong standing there and momentarily a bit guilty, given what he was about to do. Fuck, he thought, this young girl, this teenager - yes, this young girl, this eighteen year old not quite virgin - wanton or not, what would Sarah have said? But there was no denying his excitement and his desperate need to come.

"Are you ready, Vickie?" He got down on his knees between her thighs and then settled himself gently on top of her. Such lovely young softness; her pretty face looking up at him; Matthew kissed Vickie on the lips and was rewarded with a tongue sneaking between his lips. It happened just at the moment his penis touched and pushed in. Vickie's little wriggling organ had entered Matthew's body - her tongue - at the same moment his hard penis entered hers. 

The tongue pushed deeper and so did the penis.

Vickie's legs came up and she locked her ankles around his back pulling him to her; her arms around him; classic missionary intercourse - a man and a woman copulating, well more a man and a girl really!

Matthew worked, Vickie wriggled and the sun beat down - it was all thoroughly lovely and enjoyable leading to the inevitable conclusion.

It was perhaps lucky Mrs Royston was not now the other side of the fence. The noises were unmistakable - a squelching sound from the moving organs, a slap of balls against skin and the pleasant gasps and moans of the participants. Vickie was not exactly quiet.

Matthew could imagine the words:

"Vickie - what are you doing?"

"I'm being fucked, Mummy."

"What! Who by?"

"Mr Stamford."

"Are you using protection?"

"Yes, of course, Mummy."

"Well, that's all right then. Be good for him. Be pneumatic."

Perhaps not quite how the conversation would have gone!

Intercourse proceeded in the way it does to the normal conclusion.

Matthew was not sure if he had made Vickie come again but come he certainly had. They had got quite a speed up between them; Vickie holding him tightly to her with her legs but also thrusting in unison with her hips. All at once Matthew knew it was going to happen and happen it did. As he pushed away at the girl he came in long secret spurts; long enjoyable spurts of pleasure; and, in his mind, still the thought of how lovely it would have been to be coming free without the restraint of the condom.

Breathing heavily Matthew rolled off Vickie, following the condom manufacturer's instructions to pull out before becoming flaccid - he had not read it this time but knew exactly what the little leaflet would have said. He lay on the warm grass panting. Vickie of course was up and staring at the condom clad penis.

"It's not leaking! Not enough pressure!" A giggle. "But look how the teat has filled out with your stuff." Her hand squeezed the teat. "Look it all squidges around. Oooh you are shrinking inside. Your big hard cock is all going away."

Matthew looked, the wrinkly wet latex did not exactly look marvellous but Vickie seemed fascinated. Her fingers were playing with the condom, the squidgy, slippery rubber, and the enclosed, rather sensitive, shrinking penis.

"Stand up, Mr Stamford."

"Why?"

"I want to see it hanging off your cock."

Matthew stood, a little reluctantly, and the condom hung half off his drooping penis; pulled downwards by the weight of his recently expelled load. It started to slide further down the shaft. Vickie made it swing like a pendulum. It made her giggle again.

"Can I undress you?"

"Any time Vickie, any time!"

Vickie pulled and the condom came away easily leaving Matthew's flaccid penis looking messy. Vickie stared at it and moved in closer. Her tongue ran across her lips.

"I could get it all in my mouth like that couldn't I and taste your cum. Should I?"

"If you like, Vickie, but gently as it is very sensitive."

But it seemed she did not quite like enough. Vickie's face got very close but then she shook her head. She sniffed.

"Not today. It smells all rubbery. But look what I've got. It's quite heavy with your sperm really."

The not exactly attractive used condom in Vickie's hand, wet and wrinkled with the ring and teat very visible.

"I could make both Emma and Morgan pregnant with this, couldn't I?"

"Perhaps if you kept it warm - and they let you 'apply it' of course."

"Which they wouldn't! I suppose even the whole class at school..."

"In theory yes. Enough for rather more than that really. Millions of spermatozoa in there."

"I wonder if it'll pour?"

And of course it did right into her up turned palm. A pool of creamy liquid.

Vickie stared at it before raising her palm slowly to Matthew's limp cock so it dipped into the pool. She paused like that.

"Look, it's just as if it has all come in my hand! But it hasn't. You've just fucked me, Mr Stamford, really and properly! All the way. I liked that."

The semen poured again but this time on the ground, the condom dropped and Vickie helped to her feet. They walked for a little bit more in the garden hand in (sticky actually) hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr Stamford, but I can't stay and do things again. I promised to meet Morgie and Emma up town. We're going to the cinema."

"Well, let's get you dressed again."

They wandered some more around the garden picking up the discarded clothes. Matthew enjoying dressing Vickie. Lovely to see her dressed first in bra and tee shirt with her bottom and fur peeking out below.

"Mum'll be out again tomorrow afternoon. If the girls came around, could we play hide and seek again like I said in my garden, You, though, are to come like that - only bigger of course. You can only seek us when you're all manly hard!"

"How'll I know when to start?"

"We'll be ready at 2.30."

"And when I catch you?"

"Same as yesterday - fuck us. They're all in agreement."

Matthew helped Vickie up the tree and watched her disappear over the fence. He listened to her footsteps going away and then, smiling to himself, went inside for a shower and to get on with some work. He had enjoyed a very good morning and there was the next day to look forward to which rather added to his pleasure.

"Matthew - is that what I think it is?"

It was exactly what Sarah thought it was when Matthew came over to look. It was lying forlorn and discarded just where Vickie had dropped it.

"How and why? Who has come into our garden and... do you think it's that girl from next door, Vickie Royston and her boyfriend. Surely not; she's such a nice girl and..."

"Nice girls, err, do that, Sarah."

"Yes, I suppose so, but leaving the evidence behind... do you think it was after dark. Surely not in the day. You'd have seen..."

"Nope, I didn't see a young couple fucking on the lawn, Sarah. I'd have noticed."

"You'd have watched though, wouldn't you Matt?"

"Probably got my binoculars out - um, if not something else! I'll keep a watchful look out. I'd like that!"

"Matthew!"

Two thirty the next afternoon found Matthew naked once more in his garden and looking at the apple tree. He had been out in the garden for a little time enjoying the feel of the warm sun on his skin. What he had to do now was a little outside his experience. He had got to climb a tree - and he was a bit out of practice on that - and, moreover, do it naked; something he had never done before and drop down into his neighbour's garden and go exploring and hunting for naked young girls and when he found them he was required, by the rules of the hide and seek game, to fuck them - a bit. And Vickie had very clearly said his hunting had to be done erect. Did that actually mean he had to climb the tree and drop into his neighbour's garden like that?

Not easy to expose himself by climbing a tree: though as he looked quickly around from the branch the only gardens that seemed visible from were his own and the Royston's. He scanned his neighbour's garden, or the parts he could see, for signs of movement, for signs of young girl flesh. Were there really three young naked girls waiting to be caught hiding in this garden? It was that, so pleasing thought, that did it, crouched up on the bough, above the Royston's garden Matthew's penis began to thicken.

Carefully Matthew dropped down the other side. He was now, incredibly, out of his own garden and in Jane and Alan Royston's garden without a stitch on and almost (as required by Vickie) erect as well. Vickie had said her mother would be out but had that actually transpired? Did he run the risk of turning a corner and bumping into either Jane Royston or her husband? A terrible prospect. And were the girls actually there? Were they, instead, having a laugh at his expense? Perhaps in the house and watching from an upstairs window at him creeping around the garden naked and erect, wetting themselves with laughter.

Matthew smiled. The idea of the girls wetting themselves was quite an erotic image really. Damp panties, damp patches on jeans. Wet clothes that would need to come off! The image brought him, pleasantly, to full firmness despite his worry about bumping into the Roystons.

Prudence would have told him to go home but the prospect of the young girls and what he might do with them was just too enticing. Prudence had been rebuked, Prudence had had her buttocks firmly spanked and left behind over the fence to sulk.

Matthew began his exploration. A lot more gravelled paths than in his own garden; paths uncomfortable on bare feet. He tried to keep to the lawns but sometimes he was walking gingerly on the gravel. It was a safer feeling walking in the garden away from the house: quite another feeling to go close and even step up onto the patio. He had been there once before for drinks but that was with other people and most certainly well clothed (it had not been that sort of party!). This time he was completely alone, naked and erect. He was tempted to let himself subside but that was not part of Vickie's rules. No, he had to walk up with his horn standing proudly before him. It was not easy climbing the stone steps - even if more comfortable for his feet than the gravel - with that horn and stand looking out at the garden with his back to the house. Any moment he half expected the patio doors to slide back and a cross voice say, "Matthew, what on earth are you doing here - and like... like that?"

It was amazing the courage the prospect of sex gave him. The power, certainly, of sexual desire.

But he saw no one through the windows (he had certainly looked) and not a sign of the girls in the garden. They would have had plenty of time to hide - if they were there at all. What a fine neat garden. The Roystons kept it well - or did they have a gardener? The sudden thought that some old boy in a cloth cap might come around the corner - or a young girl in dirty jeans perhaps - was unsettling. Vickie would have thought of that surely; would have checked the gardener was not due that afternoon - surely?

The thought worried him and his proud erection began descending. That was not allowed.

Matthew walked down the steps onto the main lawn, pausing half way to give himself a bit of manual encouragement to prevent drooping. What was he doing? Wanking on his neighbour's steps up above the garden in broad daylight! Were the girls watching?

He made his way up a really very attractive rose pergola walk. A procession of wooden arches joined, with roses climbing up and between the upright wooden supports. His bare feet moved on comfortable smooth brick paviors. A nice walk to take with a lady on your arm or for that matter to chase a naked girl along. The summer had produced a lot of growth in the roses and it was doubtful if Matthew could have escaped the pergola walk except at either end. He could see to left and right but cross pieces of wood and wire to say nothing of the roses would have impeded his movement. Had the girls appeared to left or right they could have teased him at will because he could not have immediately gone to them and chased them without considerable risk of being scratched by thorns. One thing to contemplate when dressed in stout clothing: quite another when stark naked!

The shade of the pergola was actually rather pleasing. It had been really warm out on the patio and lawn. The late summer was going on and on. What the newspapers called 'a scorcher' and with the drought and hosepipe bans had come talk of a network of pipes to move water around the country. All so different from the year before when there had been more than enough water for everybody - most of the summer!




Hide and Seek Pt. 02



Out of the pergola and still not the merest hint of a girl. Matthew was surprised. Were they actually there? But towards the end of the garden there was a collection of sheds, wheelbarrows and things which might have tempted girls wishing to hide.

It was a bottom. A bottom between two wheelbarrows and not really very well hidden, its owner seemingly relying more on being in the shade of the wheelbarrows than being properly hidden - if he had paused to think about it. A bottom very like the one he had found between the compost bins only the day before; an upturned bottom; a female bottom; a bottom with a pudenda right under it just poking out, nicely plump and with the divide a little open; a bottom atop a pair of thighs and just looking ripe for an erection to be inserted. The place made for erections pleasingly visible to Matthew's eye.

Yes, it was a bottom and beyond it a back a little hidden in the shade, a back complete with curving backbone showing as a row of little bumps through the stretched skin; a bottom looking very much like belonging to Emma; indeed almost certainly the same bottom as the day before - and nothing wrong with that! Matthew had been invited to fuck any girl he caught. Matthew did just that. He walked straight up to the bottom, took his cock in hand, pulled it downwards aimed it and slid easily home, right in, all the way in one fluid movement, balls no doubt nicely tickling the girl's clitoris - clearly a girl ready and excited. A wonderful thing to be invited to do, a wonderful thing just to do. A delightful wet slide.

Matthew had been walking around the garden thinking of fucking young girls, on a mission to seek them out and do just that. At last there was one and he just did what came so naturally.

There was a squeak, a girly squeak and the girl's head came up and turned to him and Matthew found himself looking into the eyes of a young girl he had never, ever met before, a girl he did not know at all, but, nonetheless, a girl with whom he was actually engaged in sexual intercourse! Matthew's thighs were right up behind the girl's bottom and his very firm erection was all the way up the girl's vagina. They were as connected as man and woman could be.

Matthew stood frozen to the spot, mouth agape and just staring. What had he done? What had he done?

"Mr Stamford, I presume?" The girl's clipped tones surprising.

The girl's hand reaching back and towards him to shake his hand. And paralysed with shock he automatically reached out and shook it - shook it whilst still embedded up to his balls! Suddenly all around were Vickie, Morgan and Emma coming out of hiding and laughing at him as he stood there motionless but undoubtedly within the new girl.

"Surprise!" They called in unison. Laughing and jumping with joy.

"This is Charlotte - but I see you've already met!" More giggling from Vickie.

"Met!" screamed Emma and Morgan with glee looking right at what was just a bit more than 'met!'.

Matthew stepped back and so pulling his cock from Charlotte. It bounded up, slapping wetly against his stomach. All four of the girls were looking at it.

He did not know what to say. A man stupefied and surrounded by young girls - a man naked and erect, what was more.

Vickie carried on, "Charlotte's another school friend. We told her about you and thought to surprise you."

"Surprise!" all the girls said again dancing in a ring around him.

Matthew recovered somewhat. "Surprise. Shock more likely!"

Unbelievable. Matthew had not only been fucking three young girls the day before but had now fucked another one without even, at first, realising it. What was happening to his life? An unintentional fuck indeed!

Matthew took in Charlotte, the girl he had just 'poked.' She was as small as Emma. Like Emma she was small in the breast department. Small in the sense of fullness - they were really not at all full, only just away from her chest - but that smallness was not reflected in her areolae, these were surprisingly brown and big, real half crowns (not that the girls would know what half crowns were!) or rather more. Even so, it was clear, very clear she had been wearing a bikini that summer. Indeed the contrast between tanned skin and that which had been kept from the sun made it look like she was still wearing one. Turned towards him Matthew's eyes dropped to Charlotte's sex. His eyes widened, there was not a hint of hair, no matching of her short fair hair on her head down below, just her slit showing dividing the nicely plump mons veneris. Matthew was instantly worried - really worried!

"Charlotte - hello." His voice was not as strong as usual. "So you're at school with the girls. How old are you?" It was the pressing question.

Had he just fucked a pubescent schoolgirl? Well, just pushed in a bit - no, it had not really been just pushed in just a bit at all - not a bit of it - it had been all the way, right up as far as it would go and that was intercourse: full stop. No, it couldn't be, he really couldn't have done such a thing. She looked perhaps fourteen, thirteen, twelve - fuck, no! She couldn't be; her face, her demeanour, the way she talked. Surely it would not have gone in so easily. Really young girls were not his thing at all. Not a bit of it.

Vickie saw where his eyes were looking. "She's nineteen, and head girl what's more; just doesn't look it does she? And she's got a boyfriend and is on the Pill. She likes to shave her pubes."

"Vickie, you're telling all my secrets. Easier with the bikini on the beach you see - just back. Was head girl, Vickie - was head girl. I've left school now. I'm not in charge of you all now."

There was, though, an air of command about her. Vickie had been the clear leader before but did Charlotte change the dynamic? Nineteen - phew! Matthew's relief was considerable. The oldest of the girls in fact - a year plus - but she really didn't look it. Did that make it OK? It certainly was not OK the other way around - just because an underage girl looked older! Was it OK when an older girl looked younger - a lot younger?

It seemed as if the hide and seek game was over before it had even really started. Matthew had found who he was not looking for and there were all the other three players around him no longer hidden..

"So, Mr Stamford, you've been playing with my friends I hear... and I like your toy! Quite a poky thing!"

She just reached out and grasped his erection. She gave it a few tugs and then her hand dropped and cupped his balls. "Toys, really!"

The girls all laughed. And Matthew was more than happy to have his penis talked about and handled. His erection gained strength as the girl fondled his balls. This surprisingly little but authorities girl.

It had clearly all been planned. There never had been an intention to play hide and seek as they had done the day before - it had all been about getting him to fuck Charlotte and seeing his reaction. The other girls were not even naked: just Charlotte and, of course, Matthew.

"Well, what shall we do now? I know what I'd like to do - again." The hand moving up and down his penis gave a very strong indication to Matthew just what that might be. "Would you like to watch girls?"

"If you want, Charlie." The other girls were clearly deferential.

"And his stuff is a bit dangerous to you isn't it - but not, of course, to me."

"No Charlie. We know you are on the Pill. But couldn't we all do something first: not just you."

"I think that would be fair, Charlotte." Matthew felt he should try and take charge of the situation, He did not want sulky girls! "Probably I should spank you all for playing such a trick on me."

The idea a good one. He would enjoy that. "Bend over. Who's to be first?"

"You'll have to catch us, come on girls."

And Charlotte's hand was suddenly removed and she and then the other girls were off, running away from him. It was like the day before chasing Morgan only now there were no less than four girls to chase. It was great fun - great sport. At the start the girls running as a pack but then they split up going different ways. Easy running on the grass or on brick paths but quite another matter on gravel. He nearly caught Morgan but then she was on the gravel and with trainers on she could just keep running.

Of course Matthew was helped by all the giggling and laughter. The girls were perhaps not taking it too seriously and they seemed to find it a great joke seeing Matthew's erection bounding up and down as he ran. Happy to pause and watch, if they were not the one being chased at the moment.

It was actually Emma he caught first. The lovely little titian haired girl - and naturally so, he had seen that for himself! Lovely to chase after, with her long copper hair streaming behind her, dressed in a nice little summery dress which flowed around her knees as she moved. Matthew caught her by the waist and lifted her up. She was not very big.

"Got you Emma!"

"Oh!"

It was yet another of those male fantasy things. Matthew had a young girl to spank. Seating himself on a garden bench he pulled Emma down and across his knee, bottom uppermost. Holding her down with one hand he pulled the thin material of her dress up towards her back and off her bottom bringing her little panties into view. Just such a enjoyable thing to do. Lovely to see the buttocks moving in the panties, wriggling a bit as she struggled, the material alternately taut then relaxed. Of course they had to come down. Smacking was far better on a bare bottom!

Lovely to pull the panties down revealing her plump bottom cheeks. They were quivering. What a pleasure it is for the man to be permitted to pull panties down like that.

Matthew had not realised the sheer erotic excitement of holding a young girl down and revealing her bottom all ready for paddling. Of course he had play smacked Sarah, and liked doing that, but this was something else entirely.

He was seated on a garden bench, completely naked and with his erection as firm as it had ever been squashed by Emma's weight. The feel of her dress' material on his penis and the feeling of her wriggling. It was almost - but not quite - enough to make him come; his cock spurting to leave great wet, sticky patches on the front of her dress. Emma would feel the sudden warm wetness to her front whilst her backside felt the impact of his hand. And would she not just! Ejaculating whilst smacking - perhaps a fantastic feeling. But that did not happen. A deep breath and then down came his hand.

Not too hard, but enough for Emma to feel it and for it to make a sound. After all the giggling and screaming of the girls what would a neighbour think if he now heard the sound of a hand on flesh, the sound of chastisement? He would probably want to watch - perhaps if it was a she then she too would want to watch!

Three firm smacks on her cheeks. How long since that had been done?

If Matthew had not been hard before then he would have been after that. Spanking young girls, feeling the thin cotton of their dresses and bare flesh next to his skin more than excited him. He pushed Emma to one side and stood feeling very male and rampant and looked about him for the next girl to punish. Yes, he was more than ready to do more with Emma but there were another three girls to be dealt with. Wonderful to feel so male, to believe he looked so male like that.

Near the back of the garden he caught sight of dark Morgan - the wild child, or at least that was his pleasant image of her. Another race, but not one Morgan was going to win. Again the thrill of the chase. Wonderful to run naked and sexually excited. Such a joy to be running after the young girls naked and erect. He caught her on a grassed path in the bright sunlight; he was almost tempted to Rugby tackle her and bring her down with his arms catching her around the legs - but he was not really sure that was safe for him sporting an erection. Not at all nice to catch that at the wrong angle as he hit the ground! No, not at all nice.

"Caught, I think."

Held securely by a wrist, Matthew took Morgan to a garden bench and sat down. There in front of him was this rather more substantial girl, stronger built than little Emma. A firm solid limbed girl, round faced with full lips framed by her long curly hair. Nice to undo her skirt as she stood to his front. She was his captive and let him do just that. Her eyes all the time darting to his very male organ.

It was just something he could not have conceived of doing a few days before. Being permitted - no encouraged - to undress teenage girls. The skirt placed on the bench and then just so lovely to take hold of her bright yellow cotton panties, one hand at each hip, admire the cushion of her pubic hair pushing the material in front and then pull them all the way down to her ankles exposing those lovely dark curls. Between her legs more dark curls and poking through them the pink crinkleness of her nether lips. The girl hobbled with her panties.

"Ready, young lady?"

Matthew did not need to force her. Morgan just lay across him on the bench with her hips on his lap and her bottom ready for him. Docile, obedient - amazing! Wonderful to have this pink bottom so close, so exposed and so ready for chastisement and, of course, he could feel the nest of her pubic hair on his erection - and knew she could feel him just as much.

As his hand descended and gave Morgan a nice slap, her bottom seemed to jump upwards and as she descended her legs opened a little. Between them Matthew could see a hint of her dark hair. His penis, which was already pushing against her pubic hair, slipped upwards between her thighs, up along her sex: an easy thing to do given the warm lubrication. He could feel that. He could certainly feel that!

Matthew paused - there he was smacking an eighteen year old girl in a warm garden with his penis right up alongside her sex. Not just squashed by her weight but really up between her legs. Between Morgan's bottom cheeks he could actually see it! The pink/purple head just poking upwards tucked in close to her 'bits.' It was the ideal male position to chastise young girls. His hand descended and once again Morgan jumped making his penis slide against the girl's sex. The thighs moved and closed, holding the erection tight. It seemed a deliberate act.

Matthew smacked again, the cheeks quivering and once more the little jump from Morgan and the delicious movement on his penis.

Matthew smiled. For a really naughty girl twenty smacks might be the correct chastisement. Such a number would cause a lot of bottom movement, a lot of jumping and might well result, if the man delivering them - the teacher perhaps - was in Matthew's rather pleasing position vis-à-vis his penis, in leaving the girl not just with a smarting behind but a very sticky pudenda as well! The penis perhaps spurting as the smacking continued, a fountain of cream rising from the girl's bottom; a change to the sound of the smacking as the hand landed on a now semen wetted bottom. Or, nice to imagine the girl asking how many smacks and the reply, "'til I come!" Not good news if you were the second girl to be punished! It might go on a long time!

He eased Morgan aside onto the bench and stood again. She looked delightfully dishevelled; panties around her ankles; nothing on below her waist and a flush of pink to her bottom cheeks. Her mane of flowing black, wavy hair hung around her pretty face. She looked a little flushed lying there on the bench looking up at him. Her eyes dropped to Matthew's erection, inches from her face. It was just so easy to move and touch his knob to her full lips. Just a touch, not a push seeking entry - just a caress to the lips. Just as he had done to Vickie the day before. Matthew stepped back and Morgan's lips opened in surprise.

The round 'O' of her lips looked almost like an invitation to push in. Morgan, for a moment, looking a little like one of those plastic dolls (he had never tried one, so did not really know) with lips so, so clearly forming a place to push an erection. Only a little like such a doll - Morgan actually looked much, much better! 

Matthew, though, was sure Morgan's lips were signalling surprise not a conscious desire to suck. He recalled Vickie's comments about Emma's innocence - perhaps Morgan was the same. He raised his hand and walked away in search of Vickie and the head girl. Not an easy thing to do when Morgan looked so delectable lying on the bench. It would have been such an easy matter - and he was sure she would let him - to slip off the yellow panties from around her ankles, put his hands to her knees, open her thighs wide revealing her young sex and plunging himself in and fucking her to his and possibly her orgasm. He was fully erect after all - never been fuller!

Had it been Morgan alone then that is what he would have done - well, perhaps not to the internal ejaculation. That would have been unwise. He was old enough and wise enough to know all about the potency of semen and from his own experience with Sarah his was very potent. He would have pulled out and come all over her, spurting this way and that. He had done that before! Nice, but not as good as really doing it properly. He really needed to see the doctor about a certain minor operation!

Matthew turned and looked back at Morgan. She had not moved. What was she thinking, looking at him walking naked and erect across the garden. Did she like what she saw? It was surprising: but it seemed the girls did.

There were two more girls to find.

Catching Vickie was not that easy once he spotted her. She was a tall girl with long legs and in trainers and jeans able to move at speed - and she did. Round and round the garden they raced. Matthew quite losing his erection in the process. They passed Emma and Morgan who were laughing as they watched. It was, no doubt, really quite funny seeing a naked man chasing their friend and simply not catching her. Eventually Vickie threw herself down on the lawn and lay there as Matthew came up panting. He reached down and touched her.

"Caught, I think," he panted.

"Not really," Vickie laughed. "I think you lost that one. And you're not hard but all floppy Not much good for a girl. No, I think it is you who has to be spanked."

So there, shortly, was Matthew naked and spread over a young girl's lap on a bench, soft penis hanging between her jean clad thighs ready to be smacked by the girl. It was a fine enough thing!

"Ready, Mr Stamford?"

"Not too hard."

"Ha!"

With one hand she reached under and took hold of Matthew's soft penis. Her fingers closed around it - a lovely feeling for Matthew, being held in the girl's hand - as her other hand descended on his bottom. It was not the lightest of smacks. It must have hurt her hand a little. As the smacks came one after another Matthew erected into Vickie's hand, his penis growing as she held him. Emma and Morgan came up to watch. Emma with her dress pulled down again and Morgan back in her skirt.

Matthew wondered what it would be like to come like that - come in Vickie's hand as she smacked him. Could he ask to try that one day? The smacking certainly hurt but the presence of the hand on his penis... something else!

Vickie was laughing, "That was fun!"

He stood. A naked, erect man (with a rather pink behind) together with three clothed teens.- though whether panties had been pulled up or discarded under dresses and skirts he did not know.

"Now where is Charlotte?"

"Oh, we'll find her."

Lovely to watch the girls running off. Lovely to stand in the sunshine and wait knowing they were going to bring back a naked little girl and, it seemed, more than likely he was going to fuck her whilst the rest watched. He had not really thought of sex as something of a performance art before but he was actually going to have to perform and make the sex interesting - for observers.




Hide and Seek Pt. 02



It was funny seeing the girls carrying little naked Charlotte to him. She was wriggling.

Matthew could not get over how young she looked, yet she was the oldest. A hairless sex - but she shaved she said - and awfully small breasts. Not much more than mounds really despite those big brown areolas. He had not sucked them yet - he was looking forward to that. But her sex had felt mature enough. His penis had been inside her - gone easily in. And she said she had a boyfriend and, given the Pill, was clearly used to having the male member inserted - or so she claimed. 

As he watched the girls he recalled his penis having been inside all of them. If this went on long enough - and he went for the snip - he would have the opportunity of freely coming in each of them. It certainly looked that way. They did really seem to be enjoying the hide and seek games and the sex. If Charlotte was, indeed, on the Pill then he could come in her that very morning but that did not mean he could not perhaps as well have the chance of entering all four again that morning - just for a few strokes. That would be amazing. Four teenagers in a row!

"Let me go. Let me go. He hasn't caught me!"

That was not strictly true. Matthew had certainly caught her earlier. It might have been by the girl's design but he had certainly caught her and not simply by a tap to the shoulder.

It seemed the girls were a bit used to doing what they were told and dropped her which gave Matthew another opportunity to chase after one of the girls but this time, and like the other day, both naked. A nice little run across the lawn and up the patio steps but he caught her there. Arms around the little wriggling thing. Lovely to feel her naked flesh against his, she wriggling still to get away.

"Fucking's one thing but I don't want to be smacked. Leave my bottom alone."

It seemed as if she really had had every intention of not being caught. It was probably lucky the girls had gone for her or he might have been hunting still.

Matthew took Charlotte at her word. She was not heavy, it was easy enough to lift her up under her arms from her front and, given her legs were moving, indeed wriggling to get away, it was actually just as easy to get between them and then drop her down on his erection. Long experience of women - well Sarah anyway - meant he did not miss his target. Letting her down a little he simply slipped up into her.

"Got you!"

The girl was nicely 'speared.' There right in front of the patio windows, in full view of house and garden, in the sunshine Matthew Stamford was fucking a teenage girl. He hugged Charlotte to him squashing her against his chest. He was by far the stronger. She could not escape.

Slowly he walked back to the other girls. Walking down the steps was something needing great care given what he was doing and carrying. It would not do to trip and have them both falling. Taking care certainly, but so conscious of the lovely feelings both the walking and particularly going down the steps had in moving his embedded penis.

"Mr Stamford! Charlotte!"

The girls had seen, indeed were crouching to get a better look - anxious to see what it looked like when a man and woman were joined. And of course from underneath it was all so very visible. Pudenda wide, the penis shaft clasped by the vaginal opening and the balls freely swinging.

"We can see your bottom hole, Charlotte." The girls laughed. "But your other hole seems a bit filled!"

Matthew's hands were on Charlotte's bottom cheeks and he pulled them apart making the other orifice just that much more visible before he began a little thrusting in earnest: not just the movement from walking towards the girls but the real motion of fucking. The shaft moving within the encircling flesh.

"Oooh," went Emma.

Matthew thought they would probably like to see him actually cum. See the semen perhaps appear all sort of frothy around his penis as it thrust in and out of the young girl's vagina. 

"Mr Stamford. Please don't come yet. Can't we all have a try first. I know I'd like to." It was Vickie but the other girls nodded. Matthew lifted Charlotte up and off. She looked a bit disappointed.

"Where?" Asked Matthew looking around. Were they going to line up on the lawn. He had a lovely vision of them all bending over in a row and holding their ankles, as if for leap frog, and waiting for him. Leap frog actually would be amusing. Leaping all four girls and then coming back around and fucking them one by one. He was about to suggest it when Vickie said,

"Let's go to my old tree house, we could all get in there."

They were all looking at his upstanding penis, firm and very wet from Charlotte. It was still just so amazing talking to these young girls whilst being like that.

At the end of the garden Vickie's father had many years ago built a really good tree house with walls, doorway, window and even a roof perhaps ten foot off the ground. A rope ladder led up to it.

"I'd better go up first," said Matthew.

"Why," said Vickie, "it's my tree house."

"Well it's like on board ship. Men go first so they don't look up the ladies' skirts|!"

"We don't mind."

"You've got jeans on Vickie."

"I've got nothing on," said Charlotte and started climbing.

They could, of course, see rather more than you would simply up a skirt!

Matthew made to go next.

"Oh no," said Vickie, "You two might be at it before we got there. Charlotte has you last."

Up went Emma - a really nice view up her dress!

Up went Morgan - an even nicer view up her skirt as she had not put her yellow panties back on! You really could see an awful lot from below! And Matthew liked what he saw.

Up went Vickie and last ascended Matthew.

A rope ladder is not the easiest thing to climb as it swings and moreover if you climb naked and erect then you will find your erection gets caught on the rungs! One of those useful practical tips to file away for the future.

It also made Matthew feel awfully exposed. He was indeed visible to more than one garden but he saw no one. No one looking and seeing the surprising sight of a naked, middle aged man climbing a rope ladder with an erection. Not the sort of sight you see every day.

The tree house was not large and it was all rather a squash but that was hardly a worry to Matthew not least when Charlotte said, "right girls, clothes off." There were elbows and knees poking him and other bits beside as the girls stripped. It was close, personal and a bit animal in the confines of the tree house. Animal like in them all being a little damp and sweaty. Matthew put his arms around Emma and Morgan's shoulders as he sat there, legs slightly bent with his back against a wooden wall. Fantastic. Breasts, bottoms, triangles of fur of naked girls all around him.

"Right," said Charlotte, "everyone is to come one way or another so come on girls, fingers ready."

Matthew was tempted to ask if they had done such a thing before. Communal masturbation. It made him think. He filed the thought away for another day - another day when he was on his own and wanted something 'interesting' to think about. Lovely to see the girls hands drop and begin 'diddling.' Slowly he moved the foreskin on his erect penis as he watched. They were all watching him. It certainly was communal masturbation - four girls and a man all at work!

"Who wants to be first - or shall I just say?" Charlotte's eyes looked around the little hut.

Were they shy, nervous - but they had all experienced Matthew's penis before - or simply wanted to be closer to coming first before they felt him but none of the girls spoke.

"There's not exactly any hurry," said Matthew. He was more than happy to watch. Perhaps it would be better if he left his penis alone. It would not do to work it too far...

Perhaps not surprisingly as soon as he removed his hand it was replaced by another - two actually! Both Morgan and Emma reached out their spare hands towards him and he found himself clasped by two separate girls.

"Emma can be first," said Charlotte.

A rearrangement of girls. Matthew was typical of the male in rather liking seeing the girls touching each other - not deliberately but inevitably it happened in the confined space as they moved. There really was not a lot of room. He wondered if the girls had ever... but why should they have? They all seemed more than a little interested in men. He dared not ask for fear of a scandalised rebuff. But like any man he would like to have seen them touching each other sexually - kissing and 'other things.' He was being greedy. Just being naked with them was more than enough!

And then there was Emma, moved over to him, hovering with her mane of bright red hair falling over her shoulders and her head towards him, her little cone shaped breasts above him and her wonderful copper triangle poised over his erection as her thighs straddled him.

She was looking at him, a big grin on her face. She licked her lips.

"You ready, Emma, wet enough?"

"Oh yes, Mr Stamford, no question."

Morgan was holding him, holding him ready.

"Down you go then."

Nothing for Matthew to do. Morgan was ensuring connection and Emma was lowering herself. As he felt his knob touch her sex he bit his lip and widened his eyes. It was lovely. And Emma was doing just the same - suddenly wide eyed at the touch and, yes, biting her lip,

Slowly the girl descended until she was sitting on his lap. Matthew's cock once more right up inside her.

"Ten strokes only Emma. Then it's Vickie's turn."

Emma did not hurry. She did not even move for a bit and then went very slowly, savouring the feeling and she diddled as she rode. Matthew watching as her fingers twirled in her copper curls. Wonderful to see. And as she rose up and down on the penis the other girls counted, "One, two, three, four..."

Emma came at eight. There was no mistaking what was happening to the girl. The lovely screwed up face, the slamming down onto Matthew, the rapid finger movements and the rush of wetness. Matthew almost came himself at the sheer sexuality of it. And there would have been nothing he could have done to get away from Emma - not with the force of her thighs pressing him into her - his semen would have come flooding up his shaft and splashed all around her cervix. Warmly coating it and then the swimming would have started! He was playing a dangerous game. So, of course, was she. More dangerous really.

"Two more Emma."

Up and down she went twice more, then fell off and let Vickie take her place.

Vickie took hold of his erection, "You've left this all a bit wet and slippery Emma. I'm not sure I want all your gloop inside me!"

That was what she said. The reality seemed rather different as she did not hesitate at all in pushing herself down on Matthew. Between her open legs her clitoris was standing and obvious, bigger than Emma's, above him her breasts moving. Matthew reached and held.

"One..." the girls were counting again.

"I don't think I can come as easily as Emma."

"You are to come on ten, Vickie, we expect that!" Charlotte speaking.

Up and down she went. Her fingers playing, and playing hard. She did indeed come as the girls said "ten" or at least pretended to. Matthew smiled. Were faked orgasms as natural to women as, well, all the other odd things they did? Had she or hadn't she - he could not tell.

"My turn," said Morgan. She was the biggest girl in the hut. Lovely to see her strong thighs moving to set themselves over Matthew; lovely to see the dark curls between her thighs. She was looking just as fuckable as when he had watched them from below climbing up into the tree house. Wonderful to know he was about to do just that.

"It's a pity we didn't bring a condom like yesterday." It was Vickie.

"What!" Said at least two of the girls in unison. "Did you? Vickie, you didn't say."

"Yeah - we did: Mr Stamford and I fucked the whole way. Didn't we? It was fun - sex, sex, sex!"

"Not really properly, though, like we are going to do after Morgie has her turn." Charlotte's one-upmanship!

"No, Charlotte, yeah, we know. You've got a boyfriend and are on the Pill." The other girls said in unison.

"Wait a moment or two Morgan please," said Matthew, "this is all very exciting for me and I don't want to... um... come too soon."

"No," said Charlotte, "you don't, that's mine!"

Actually having a young, dark haired, girl hanging over you ready to impale herself on your exposed erection is quite, no, very stimulating in itself without any touching at all! Just like Emma, she was looking him in the face and grinning. Her fingers were already working herself. All of a sudden her eyelids fluttered.

"Oh, I think I'm going to... please... in me." Her hand grasped his cock and down she came hard with a gasp. Clearly hanging over Matthew and the prospect of intercourse had been just as exciting for her. She only managed five rapid strokes before she collapsed on Matthew, squashing her breasts against him, gasping as her body shuddered and then she lay still.

Matthew breathed out. He was not sure he could have stayed the course of ten such hard and rapid strokes!

The couple lay still for a time and then Morgan got off. Once more the firm erection left a vagina. A third one - as Matthew was just so conscious; he had fucked four young girls already that day and now he was going to fuck one of them again and the whole way!

"You've only used up five," said Charlotte.

"I'll save them for another time," replied Morgan.

"Any time!" Laughed Matthew. "Any time. More if no one else knows!"

"Right Mr Stamford," said Charlotte, "I want to be fucked properly now not like these little girls - and I expect to see you dripping when you come out. This is a fuck to the finish and," she looked significantly at the other girls, "nothing between us!"

Not riding cowgirl but instead Matthew on top of her. For the third time Matthew felt Charlotte's hairless sex; his hand on her tiny breasts, little more than a man's; up came her legs to lock over his back and then they fucked - and it was more than ten strokes! The girls were counting!

In and out, Matthew's experienced penis working the young girl. Lovely to hear her sigh, "oh yes, you've done it." and know he was then free to come.

He started to come at twenty-seven. But it was another ten before he stopped!

"Have you done it. Really done it?" It was Emma's voice.

Matthew and Charlotte were breathing heavily. They had done it all right!

Matthew rolled aside off Charlotte onto Emma and Morgan - there really was not much room - his penis slipping out. It was wet and betraying signs of ejaculate. It had very clearly just engaged in coitus.

"Yes," said Matthew, "really and properly - look, see!"

Charlotte's thighs were open and, between them, swollen with sexual excitement, her labia showed clearly, un-obscured by any soft curls; an open labia showing anatomically just how a girl was made - the cleft of Venus, naked of hair, dropping to the clitoral hood, the little raised man itself, her pee hole and then her vagina. Recently dilated it was clearly an open way into her body and from it was running the evidence: a little white cream.

The three girls were staring, staring at their friend's sex. Emma's finger reaching out to touch; to touch the creamy semen - it stuck to her finger when she drew it away.

"You look really fucked, Charlie," said Vickie.

"Mmmm, I feel really fucked," said Charlotte, "I feel..."

Matthew and the girls did not get to hear what else Charlotte felt for, from down below the tree house, came,

"Vickie - are you up there?"

Everyone froze. In the little tree house five naked people were looking at each other. Charlotte closed her thighs instinctively but Matthew could not so easily hide the evidence of what he had just been doing. His pubic hair damp and matted, his penis wet with girl juice, his urethra leaking semen and his penis having that post orgasmic slightly spongy look and, all in all, no doubt, smelling of fresh young girl - four in fact.

Vickie took the lead. It was her mother after all.

"Yeah, Mum we're all up here like the old days. You're not meant to be back yet."

"Well, I am. Do you girls want some tea?"

"Yeah, please. We'd like that... and cake?"

"Well, come on down - it's on the table on the patio. I'm not bringing it up to you there. I'm not climbing up that ladder."

Phew! That would have been a really bad plan!

Vickie popped her head out, "In a moment, Mum."

Three girls dressed at speed. Not an option for Charlotte let alone Matthew.

Vickie was first out and climbing down the ladder.

"What have you been doing up there?"

"Oh, nothing Mum, just chatting away and stuff. You know."

"Too hot in this weather. Look at you all flushed and bothered looking. You must have got all hot and steamed up in that tiny space. Silly girls. Not room for you all at your age. Your'e not little girls anymore. You should be doing big girls things." Jane's voice getting quieter as she walked away.

Morgan and Emma went down the ladder. Big grins as they looked back.

Lucky Jane had walked away otherwise she might have commented at the lack of panties. In their hurry underclothes had been left behind in the tree house.

"Where's Charlotte. Is she coming?" Jane's voice came from further up the garden.

"I've been. I came!" whispered the girl in Matthew's ear. Her breath all warm.

"Charlotte?" said Vickie in the distance, "um, she had to go home."

"Where are your clothes?" whispered Matthew.

"In the house."

"Not helpful really." 

Matthew realised Jane Royston had actually been in the garden whilst he was fucking Charlotte, had been looking for them whilst he had been playing in the tree house naked with her daughter and friends. She might easily have walked under the tree house earlier not realising they were there perhaps even when Matthew had been fucking her daughter. Perhaps unlikely with the sound of the counting.

Jane could so easily have come home earlier and found him running naked in rather a manly way across her lawn chasing one or more of the girls. The consequences were not an attractive thing to think about - he could not imagine Sarah not being told. It was perhaps unlikely Sarah would be terribly sympathetic,

The problem remained of getting back over the fence with Jane present in the garden: moreover he would have to do that naked as his clothes were still in his bedroom where he had left them. It was a long way back - naked.

"You'd better come home with me and we can see what we can find you. Then I could drive you home, I suppose, but first we need to get back to my side of the fence. Is the coast clear?"

He thought the apple tree was not visible from the patio where Jane Royston and the rest would all be having tea but it was, by no means, going to be easy leaving the safety of the tree house, climbing down and quietly sneaking across the garden. Not only naked but with an equally naked teenager both betraying the signs of recent intercourse. 

There was no sign of anyone else particularly Jane Royston. Quickly Matthew and Charlotte descended. Quietly they moved in the direction of the apple tree, crouching and keeping a look out for anyone. A bit nerve racking. At least Matthew was not erect - the state he had been in most of the time when walking or running around the garden earlier! They went hand in hand like two naughty schoolgirls - only Matthew was very obviously not that - both in age and sex!

There on the grass, by a bench, the yellow panties, Morgan's yellow panties. It would not do for Jane to come across them. Matthew picked them up.

A relief to reach the tree. He lifted Charlotte up and made to follow her but he heard voices. His head turned towards the sound. Were the voices coming closer? Was he going to have to retreat? It seemed not, but it would just not do to be caught climbing or on the tree. Naked as he was he could not make any excuse about pruning it or something. He walked a little towards the voices and through a gap in the bushes he could just see across the lawn all was well. There were his three young friends sitting with Vickie's mother and taking tea. He smiled recalling he had just been fucking all of those girls and moreover he had Morgan's panties in his hand. She had nothing on under that skirt, nothing there except her lovely curly black haired sex naked and no doubt still wet. He hoped someday he would feel her strong thighs clasping him as he took her all the way.




Hide and Seek Pt. 02



A quick climb up the tree, along the branch and a drop into the safety of his own garden. The afternoon's adventures over except, of course, for the little girl standing and waiting for him. The little girl with the big areolae, tiny breasts and hairless sex - from which probably (and remarkably) his own semen would be running.

"Come on Charlotte, let's have a cup of tea."

Nice to be entertaining a nineteen year old girl when both he and she were naked, Strange to be moving around his kitchen like that and with the girl there, just talking, He was in no hurry to get dressed or to get the girl clothed but after tea practicalities ensued.

"Let's see what we can find you to get you dressed." Not that he objected to her as she was. It was very nice.

"You do shave - for real don't you?"

Charlotte turned on the stairs, he had been following her up and admiring the way her bottom moved and he had just said what came into his head. She turned and her hands went to her hips and she stood there with hands resting and arms sticking out. Her sex was at eye level.

"Yes I do. I am a nineteen year old woman, Mr Stamford. I have periods and everything. Have had for lots of years. I know I don't look it but I am not a little girl. I was, indeed, head girl; I do shave though; and no, there is not a lot to do; I am not like Morgie with her dense undergrowth; mine grows in an upturned tuft around my slit if you must know and it looks silly; I know I'm as flat as a pancake but didn't my nipples stand enough for you?" She pulled on them one by one. "And I am just a little self conscious that I don't look like my friends, well Vickie and Morgie anyway. So thank you very much for asking."

The sudden anger was a bit unnerving.

"Sorry." Matthew lent forward and kissed her little slit - where she shaved.

"OK, then." She smiled, calmed and turned and continued up the stairs, "I should probably smack you, knee you in the groin or squeeze your balls."

She did indeed pat his behind and give his balls a playful squeeze at the top of the stairs but the knee did not come into play.

A long tee shirt seemed perfectly suitable. It was rather too large for Charlotte but it was like a rather baggy dress and with her small breasts she hardly needed a bra and who was going to see under the tee shirt and realise there were no panties? It was, in any case, a respectable enough length. An old belt done up to its last hole gave a bit of shape. Charlotte turned examining herself in Matthew's or more accurately Sarah's full length mirror.

"Would you like a shower before I drive you back?"

"Please."

She was, of course, sweaty, had dirty feet from running about the garden and importantly was just a little bit fucked!

Matthew showed Charlotte how the shower controls worked and turned them on. He watched as she undid the belt and pulled the tee shirt over her head so she was again naked as he. She stepped towards the shower cubicle and turned.

"You're showering too - of course."

Lovely to step into the hot stream with the young girl; such a little thing compared to Sarah and so young looking. Of course he had enjoyed soaping Sarah not a few times and he simply picked up the soap and began washing Charlotte. He was again conscious of just how young her little body looked. It was sort of like showering with and washing a young niece. Quite remarkably naughty. But he did not say so of course. Charlotte would have been furious!

Lovely to feel his slippery palms roaming all over her body. Free to wander where he wanted. Lovely to make a bit of a play about her big areolae and nipples, really building up a lather on her skin before playfully pulling on her erect nipples. And she did the same for him. A joy to feel her bottom all slippery with soap and run his palms over her twin cheeks and into the crack.

"Mr Stamford, that's my bottom you're touching."

And he was, he was soaping her fundament and, slippery, soapy as it, was Matthew rather naughtily pushed and his finger went in - just a bit.

"Mr Stamford, what are you doing?"

But her soapy finger found his arse hole too and did just the same. They laughed as the hot water cascaded over them, the tip of a finger in each other's bottom.

Last,, but not least, Matthew carefully washed Charlotte's naked pudenda, washing away the stickiness of his ejaculate whilst, soapily, one of her hands closed around his penis and retracted his foreskin.

A lovely feeling having your equipment carefully washed by a pretty girl and despite his recent ejaculation Matthew started to grow.

"That's nice," said Charlotte and her hand played with the soap as Matthew grew to a full erection.

"Do you think you might?" Charlotte asked.

She was straight down on her knees rinsing the soap from his penis and then she took him in her mouth. It was unexpected - Matthew was surprised. There was no thinking about it, she just popped it in as if it was the most normal thing in the world. There he was in his shower being fellated by this young... this nineteen year old sexy little girl. And she knew what she was doing all right. He lent back against the tiled wall and just stared at the girl's working mouth and enjoyed what was happening as the warm water fell.

It was not just her mouth but she brought her hands into use, playing with his balls.

Matthew loved it and moreover knew there was a very reasonable chance he might come again. His hand stroked her hair.

"Charlotte, do you want to... again?" He thought of picking her up and just lifting her onto his erection as he had done in the garden and fucking her against the shower wall.

"Another day, Mr Stamford, just come, please." His penis released but her mouth still so close to it.

"In your mouth?"

A lick, a real lick with her tongue.

"Yes, of course. Wouldn't you like that?" Her brow wrinkled in surprise.

"Yes. Definitely."

Wonderful under the warm spray of the shower, the water cascading down, being able just to come like that in the girl's mouth. Just leaning against the wall, thinking nothing, just watching the girl. He let himself go. Well, really, there was not much else he could do, not with Charlotte's mouth and tongue moving the way they were together with the delightful manipulation of his balls. He stared down at the girl crouching there, her big brown areolae on tiny breasts, her hairless mons and her little body down below him in the shower and, as he stroked her hair, he came. Up his tube came his semen and out into her mouth, Matthew could feel so clearly the lips clamped about his penis, the wriggling tongue, the sucking - but it was not just the lovely ejaculatory, orgasmic feeling: it was also the knowledge that this young girl was taking his cum in her mouth!

The young girl stood, still holding his balls, and raised her head to him; with eyes closed she pursed her lips and Matthew bent and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue sought his. Tongues together, Matthew knew immediately what else he was feeling - the slippery, saltiness of his cum. She had not swallowed but was playing with it and making him play as well. Matthew joined in, the cum passing from mouth to mouth. A long kiss. A surprisingly naughty, erotic kiss with what he would have thought was a young inexperienced girl.

He had not done that with Sarah!

Breaking from Matthew, Charlotte very obviously - very deliberately - swallowed.

"My boyfriend likes doing that!"

There was obviously quite a bit of experience to Charlotte and clearly her boyfriend was a lucky guy! Experienced well beyond her appearance.

"Well, yes... very, very nice."

The girl had not let go of his balls. She lifted the whole package and weighed it in the hand.

"All the stiffness gone; shame! Look it's dribbling! I suppose I'd better wash it - again."

And she did.

Nice drying Charlotte in a big towel. Nice wrapping her right up in it and carrying her to his bed and then rolling her out of it across the bed - such a sexy action but he had no more to give - alas! Nice, too, driving her home and dropping her off.

"Vickie'll give me my clothes and shoes back. Thanks for the lift and everything... it's been fun."

Matthew watched the girl walking up her path, her bottom just inside his tee shirt, her bare legs moving. Amazing to think less than thirty minutes before he had been naked in the shower with her and ejaculating into her mouth. She waved at the door.

Back home Matthew unloaded the groceries he had bought on the way back and saw, sitting on the kitchen table, a scrumpled up pair of yellow panties. Not the thing to leave lying about - it would undoubtedly raise questions, probably along the lines of 'had he found those in the garden just like the condom?' Difficult to explain they were not Vickie's but Morgan's. Actually, not an explanation to give at all!

Easiest to drop them in the washing machine along with some other washing and later hang them out to dry in the sunshine on the clothes line.

Easy to forget about the washing on the line as well - until Sarah came home. The sound of a car in the drive and suddenly he recalled the panties. Matthew had rarely moved so quickly when he heard the sound. She found him outside at the washing line dropping newly aired clothes into the basket.

Later though:

"I don't remember wearing these. Must have been at the bottom of the dirty linen basket or something... funny."

Sarah was standing at the ironing board holding up a pair of neatly ironed yellow panties in her hands looking puzzled.

"Nice though." She dropped them onto the pile of ironing.

Matthew said nothing. Men were not expected to remember what clothes their wives had. Always dangerous to say something like, "that blouse looks really nice on you, is it new?" The slightly scathing reply about having had it for years (well, perhaps a year anyway) and having worn it lots of times (might that be twice at most?) indicated you should not have said anything at all.

However clearly Sarah had liked the panties because there she was in the morning standing by the bed in just Morgan's yellow panties and she looked so sexy. Her ample breasts not sagging too much at all, her tummy still fairly flat and her legs fine. As he so often did, Matthew had watched her coming from the shower to get dressed. Perhaps it was also the thought of Morgan and pulling those panties off her but Matthew's penis just pumped straight up. He moved towards Sarah across the bed, stood and pulled her close to him, with his erection firm and pressed against the yellow of the panties. They kissed, his hand holding her bottom and stroking the yellow material.

"I've got to get going Matt, time for school - simply no time for that."

"Not even a quick..."

"No, you silly man."



Hide and Seek Pt. 03



Matthew sat in his study. He was pondering, he was thinking about himself. 

What was he doing? A few days before he had been a good loyal husband to Sarah. Not a single extra marital adventure; he had not put a foot or rather a penis wrong once in all their time of marriage; not even one casual misdemeanour - though it had been a close thing with Trish Dalton, she of the red dress and string of pearls at that Gala dinner. He had so nearly gone up to her room. After all, had he not been most cordially invited for a nightcap with a very clear implication? And hadn't she given him such a look the next day at breakfast in the hotel? He had later sort of rather regretted his decision; so he had never got to see what her breasts that had almost spilled out of that red dress were really like - to say nothing of other things. He still thought of what might have been - the discarded red dress and Trish in just the pearls. Yes indeed, just the pearls. Now, in the course of a few days he had fucked four girls young enough to be his daughters: which Trish certainly was not - though still fantastic to look at.

Not one but four! He was in right up to his neck. Four sweet little pudenda to stick his cock into - and he had, yes, he certainly had. He was in it up to his neck or up to his balls more accurately. How was it all going to end? Well, at least the girls would soon be off at uni. or on gap years. He'd miss the sex but... no, it was no use; if he was really going to enjoy his luck whilst it lasted he was going to have to get himself 'done.' Matthew picked up the 'phone.

Next morning found Matthew once more exposing his tackle to women. Not young women but women with very sharp knives and a very professional demeanour. The nurse lifting his penis away from his balls and dabbing his scrotum with antiseptic and anaesthetic and the doctor ready to do the deed.

"You won't feel anything, Matthew."

He did not and, only a little later, was back home with a piece of plaster over a small wound to his scrotum and an injunction from the doctor to refrain from sex for a couple of days, 'though she had a man in only a couple of weeks before who had told her, on his next visit, that he had gone straight home and bedded the wife!'

Matthew had been lucky to get such an early appointment due to a cancellation. Virtually the decision made and the disconnection job done. It had all happened within three hours. Matthew felt a little sorry for himself, no longer fertile, no longer really a full man - but certainly not castrated - hardly! No, certainly not, now he was ready to spray the cervixes of all of his new found young friends with impunity - and, if they let him, he intended to take full advantage of the opportunity and do a great deal of spraying!

Of course he needed to bring a 'sample' in for checking in a few weeks' time but the job should have been done. Perhaps a 'discharge' or two to clear the tubes of remaining spermatozoa but in all likelihood he was no longer capable of fathering.

Matthew smiled. So much nicer an idea if the sample could be extracted by the doctor or nurse (or both). Neither young but neither unattractive. So nice to have had a slim latex covered glove working him. "Come on Matthew, you can do it; come on, into this tube; are you about ready? Oh yes, well done, Matthew, what a nice lot; oops still coming! Well, that is a sample and a half I must say. That is what we medical people call a Cadbury!"

Of course he told Sarah and she was more than pleased. "And about time. Well done, Matt. Thanks."

"Do you want to see?"

"No. And I thought you were meant to refrain... Show me tonight but I've seen Elastoplast before, you know."

"My friends are coming over for a sleepover tomorrow."

"That'll be nice."

"Mum and Dad'll be away.""

"Ah." 

Ah, indeed! That sounded interesting. Was he going to be invited to sleep over too? But, alas, he couldn't. He really couldn't. Sarah was not away.

"Friends? Emma, Morgan, Charlotte and...?"

"Oh, no, no one else: just the three."

"No more?"

"No, promise."

"Charlotte appearing was a bit of a shock."

"That was the idea. Um, we wondered if you would like to join us?"

"I could, I think, I suppose, later - for a time - and..."

'And' indeed!

It had been funny meeting Vickie in the supermarket completely by chance - as in it not being planned. Clearly as it was the local supermarket Matthew did tend to meet people he knew there. A conversation with Matthew's eyes darting about. It was not a conversation to be overheard - it rather revealed just what he had been up to with Vickie and her young friends.

The result, the surprising result of a conversation in a supermarket, was a naked middle aged man sneaking out into his garden in the dark completely naked.

Useful, very useful that Sarah tended to go to bed early to be ready for teaching the next day. Often Matthew stayed downstairs watching television long after Sarah had gone to bed. Not actually quite so usual for him to bathe first and then come down again in pyjamas but Sarah had not commented as he had kissed her good night and she had gone upstairs to bed.

What would rather have messed things up would have been if her hand had slipped inside his pyjama fly sending a very obvious message. Nice though such a surprise would have been normally, Matthew did not really want to go and play hide and seek in the dark with four naked young girls when his balls had just been emptied. No, it would be much more fun when still charged up - yes, his semen indicator pointing right up at 'full!'

A little bit of television, a sneaking upstairs and listening to steady breathing at his bedroom door and then a removal of clothes or rather pyjamas, leaving them tucked under a chair out of sight just in case Sarah came downstairs.

So strange stepping out of the darkened house into the darkened garden in the nude. It was a moonless night: just the stars above. Back inside his own house Sarah was fast asleep: next door, hopefully, four girls were very much awake. It was awfully quiet. A quietness which made him all the more silent. Would he really be able to find any of the girls when he could see virtually nothing?

Matthew knew where he was going, had pulled himself up onto the apple tree before. He could do it by feel and certainly he did not have any loose clothing to get entangled in twigs or the like - indeed he had no clothing at all!

He let himself down silently onto the grass below the tree and listened. The grass was not even damp underfoot - it was a surprisingly warm night with the air remarkably dry. The arrangement was not that he should join the sleep over straightway but instead the girls would be out in the garden once more hiding from him. It had occurred to him it would be a lot easier finding girls if they did not know he had arrived and were still talking or whispering to each other. He had even come out five minutes early to make sure.

It certainly was dark. He was having to find his way by feel. A little bit dangerous. He did not want to walk into the pond or anything else. If it was difficult for him: it was going to be equally difficult for the girls.

It had been a few days since he had seen any of the girls apart from Vickie in the supermarket the morning before - though he was more likely to feel than see them first given the darkness! It was also several days since his operation. The last time he had been in the Royston's garden he had been fertile: now things were different. Almost certainly he was not a danger to young girls any more. He had been careful to 'flush' his tubes a couple of times to clear remaining spermatozoa. A rather funny term for 'having a wank!'

A shame a young and pretty district nurse had not been sent around. "Good morning Mr Stamford, I am here to flush your tubes. Could you get your penis out whilst I put gloves on. Don't be shy, you're the fourth this morning. A few questions first. When did you last ejaculate..." And then the nurse doing her - or the - job. Her pretty face smiling, as he found himself rising; reacting naturally to the prospect of the pretty girl giving him what was quite simply a handjob. 

"Excellent, Mr Stamford, that is a good start." Nodding encouragingly as she worked him and knowing exactly what Matthew would be thinking - yes, that he would far rather be 'flushing his tubes' between her legs.

"Ah yes, there it goes." 

Wads of his cum spurting into the transparent plastic tube she was holding so tightly against his glans. And would she simply stop the hand movement when the ejaculation commenced, as she had achieved the object, or rub it the faster to increase the enjoyment? He would never know though he rather liked the idea of the pretty girl smiling enigmatically as she screwed on the plastic lid and tucked the warm sample away in her bag next to the other three she had already collected. Did she enjoy this particular aspect of her work; had he produced the biggest sample; was his a particularly impressive dick - or rather the opposite? 

Matthew listened. Could he hear the girls?

There was not a sound. The darkness eased a little as his eyes became more accustomed but with no moon he was seeing by starlight. It was lucky he had a good sense of place and had got to know Vickie's garden really well walking around it - and running - a few days before. Even so, he had to go slowly in the dark. He was terribly vulnerable to rose bushes being naked and then there were steps, sundials, benches and all sorts of obstacles to consider - and that pond.

He came out onto the lawn. Perhaps they were in the darkened house. No, that would be unlikely. He was sure they would be playing the game.

Near him he thought, just thought there was a figure, he moved quickly. It was! His hands touched naked girl flesh. It was not yet possible to know which one of the four - presumably there were just the four. Vickie would not have brought the whole Sixth Form along surely! Thirty naked girls around him! Far, far too many for just one man.

Matthew reached to hold. "Got you!"

"No you haven't" Morgan's voice.

He had felt the big chest, could imagine the black haired girl with her full dark bush. But she was right. She just slipped from his grasp and was gone. Her whole body had been slippery, slippery so he could not get a purchase. Slippery with what - lotion, cream, oil?

Suddenly he was surrounded and he felt something cold being poured on his skin and lots of hands running over his body spreading the oil so he was as slippery as they. He tried to grab them but they just slipped through his hands.

"We get one point for getting away, you get one point for a fuck. OK, Mr Stamford? All on the lawn though." Charlotte's voice.

A wonderful game ensued. Matthew moving around the lawn almost blind trying to find a girl and then get himself lodged inside her. So difficult when all the bodies, including his own, were just so slippery. All the girls had at least one point before he got anywhere. His erection - and he was certainly erect with excitement - had touched the girls but not got anywhere near its goal with any of the girls.

Grabbing Charlotte he had tried to lift her up and onto his erection as he had done before but she had just slipped through his arms before he could raise her high enough and was gone. Others he had barely grabbed an arm before they slipped away. 

Nonetheless it was a wonderful game to be playing on that late summer warm late evening. Not Mediterranean in its comfortable night time warmth but enough to be out certainly when active - and they certainly were that!.

He needed a stratagem. How was he to grab a girl and get his penis into her vagina. He had tried getting a girl on the ground and himself on top of her but, even then, Vickie had wriggled away. From behind seemed the solution. If he could get his arms around the girls middle, a dip of his hips would thrust his knob between her legs up into her as he pulled her bottom back against him. Once impaled she would not be able to slip downwards as that would merely force her the harder onto the horn sticking up between her legs. Nor could she slide upwards as gravity and lack of her own purchase would be against her. The trick would be in the quickness of the penis movement. Arms around the girl and penis straight in - no preliminaries, straight in.

What a game to be playing!

Matthew moved with increased purpose over the dark lawn. His first conquest was Morgan. He walked into her - literally - but knew exactly where he had bumped into her. His penis was in her bottom crack. He could feel that - immediately identified his position relative to the girl. Before she could move, his arms were up and around her and his hips thrusting down and up. In a single movement he was in. Morgan did exactly what he had expected - she tried to slip down and out of his encircling arms but her downwards movement simply pushed the penis the further into her. It was as hard as could be and was not going to bend at all. The girl was well and truly speared.

The intake of breath identified her. Matthew recognised it was Morgan. The gasp sounded like Morgan and the shape of her body confirmed it - too big to be Charlotte or Emma and therefore either Vickie or Morgan. He had actually entered the girl; pushed into her remarkably lubricated vagina without actually knowing who she was! Not a normal thing to do - but, actually, exactly what he had done to Charlotte when they had first 'met.'

"Got you," Matthew whispered in Morgan's ear. There was no longer a need to hold onto her tightly and he permitted his hands to come up and grasp her full breasts. They were lovely and big in his hands and so slippery with oil. Wonderful as they slipped around in his hands - so malleable and full. Big breasts in his hands, so oily and with hard nipples being squashed in his palms. All so sexually exciting. Matthew's hips moved with desire as his hands squeezed - the fucking motion instigated. In and out his penis slid in the young girl. Of course without the encircling hands Morgan could get away and she did just that; pulling herself off Matthew's penis, tugging it forward as she made her escape. Too late, though, for it not to be one point for Matthew.

Once again Mathew Stamford was fucking with teenage girls and loving it. Next door in his own house his wife slept blissfully unaware of the naughty game her husband was playing on the Royston's lawn. Matthew went in search of the next girl - or indeed, as it was difficult to see who he was grabbing, perhaps Morgan again. That was allowed.

It was not Morgan but Charlotte: not that he knew that at first. Moving quickly he had no sooner touched her than was pulling her to him, feeling the girl to be the wrong way around and turning her so her bottom was to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt a lack of significant breasts. Emma or Charlotte? It did not much matter! A quick push and his penis was once more sliding warmly into a young girl, sliding just so easily. Had these girls not just oiled their bodies but their sexes as well? His hand dropped to her mons and felt its nakedness - Charlotte therefore! His finger slipped easily into her oiled crack and to her clit. All just so, so slippery. Again a few delicious strokes and he let the girl go. He was now at two points.

Matthew moved on in the darkness, feeling his way. A man naked and erect in search of girls to fuck! It was so exciting and he was just so sexually worked up. He felt simply desperate to ejaculate; to grab a girl, force his penis into her (though 'force' was hardly the word when it slipped in so easily) and inseminate. But the awful reality that once done the game was over. Unlike the bull in the field he could not move almost immediately onto the next female. It took time to reload and regain erection. Such a nuisance. So much better to come and then, still dripping, seek a second mate! Matthew needed to curb his enthusiasm and desire somewhat.

A girl suddenly there in the dark but, though he grabbed, grabbed with a desperate need to fuck, his hand slipped on oiled skin and she was gone. It was so difficult playing hide and seek when he could see virtually nothing.

How much oil had these girls used? Matthew thought Jane Royston might well be surprised when she next looked in the cupboard. She would wonder where all the olive oil had gone. Might she even find the emptied bottle in the bin? He had never felt women's sexes so liquid - not that he had ever regularly felt so many of an evening. The girls had not just coated their bodies but, he was sure, had poured the oil between their thighs. He hoped they had dripped none on the carpet! A practical point.

Had they each done it separately and secretly in the dark of the garden, each independently thinking that would be 'rather nice' to oil themselves 'down there' or had they oiled up together perhaps in the bathroom? Four naked girls together passing the bottle of olive oil and smoothing the oil over their skin - or had they oiled each other? The image of the four with oily hands rubbing oil onto each other's bodies very erotic to Matthew. Something he would like to have seen.

Imagining say Charlotte pouring oil onto Morgan's dark curls and watching as it ran downwards into her slit; the crevice forming a natural channel for its flow; or even Charlotte's hand touching Morgan between her legs and spreading the oil and ensuring all - outer and inner lips, clitoris and vagina - were nice and slippery. Slippery for his cock no doubt - but had the finger movement been a bit more than businesslike, a little preparatory stimulation before the arrival of the male and the excitement of an erection in the dark?

The dark was intense; the participants of the game virtually blind. Had the patio light gone on - and not been too bright and blinding itself - how the game would have been changed. But of course how awful if it had been the Roystons unexpectedly home. Perhaps nice for Mr Royston to see his daughter's naked friends but what a shock to see the so unexpected scene of their daughter, shiny with oil and their neighbour so obviously sexually excited.

Matthew walked across the lawn hands feeling ahead of him, bare feet also feeling his way and making sure he did not step into a flowerbed. A change of direction and then - bare skin.

A different approach, Matthew went down - his whole body dropping down and his arms reaching to squeeze the girl's legs together and unbalance her. It had just that effect. Down she went onto the grass and Matthew was straight on top of her; his weight trying to hold the wriggly slippery girl down; hands reaching to pull open thighs and open the way for his erection. It was just so like rape. That awful word. So connoting violence. But this was not rape it was play. An adult game (though most of the participants were very much young adult) and Matthew had consent.

The girl relaxed and permitted the invasion of her body, Matthew's truly rock hard, rugged erection pushing so easily home once the thighs were open and the way clear, the erection sliding in right up to the balls; the girl squashed under him. A small girl with a hairy sex.

"Hallo Emma, got you," and he kissed her on the lips.

Her legs came up and locked themselves over his back. Evidently she was keen to retain Matthew - happy to copulate. Nice to do just that and move inside her, even pulling right out and pushing just so easily in again.

Three points but the game was not yet over. Matthew could not finish yet. He rose escaping Emma and moved off again in search of another naked body. He had not yet fucked Vickie.

Matthew's hands touched not one but two girls. An instant decision: which one to grab? He went for the one to his right and closed. Again the softness of a bottom, Matthew's hips dipped and his erection poked between the cheeks, underneath and seeking. With such an oiled sex he slipped straight in even before his hands were tight against the girl. It must have been just so startling for the girl: an instant touch and then a penis poking straight in.




Hide and Seek Pt. 03



He hadn't, though, 'got the set.' A tall girl but chunkier than Vickie. It was dark Morgan again and nothing at all wrong with that. As nice a girl to fuck as you could wish for and, nonetheless, four points even if he had only 'caught' three girls so far. Despite his earlier feel, Matthew was more than happy to reach for Morgan's breasts again and this time also feel her big patch of dark curls - curls just so oily in his hand and beneath their cushion her plump mons and slit. A feel - yes, a grope - in the dark.

On Matthew moved, once more leaving Morgan - just pulling out without a word; one moment his erection in the hot wetness of her vagina: the next out in the cool air. More blundering around in the virtual darkness with his cock waggling before him; a hint of paleness to his left - was that a girl? It was - not that he held her long enough to penetrate - a wriggly slippery female body against him. Which one? He did not know. 

And then another small one. Grabbed into the bear hug of his arms and lifted so her feet had no purchase on the ground. So difficult as her body was so slippery with oil, her legs kicking trying to get away but held tightly to him. Even so the girl began to slip downwards, her chest sliding against his - they were facing, he had grabbed her from the front. Could Matthew do it? Could he catch the girl on the upstanding prong of his erection so that as she slid down she would slip onto him. Once his knob was position her movement would lead, inexorably, to full penetration and, yes, another point!

She did; Matthew's knob touched hot slipperiness and just kept on travelling. Had she kept her legs tightly together all would have been well and intercourse prevented but the kicking out either side of Matthew had exposed her vulnerability. Just like Emma coming down off the tree that first day, the girl had settled down on Matthew's erection and, as it happened, it was Emma once again. Emma Hatchard's flame red curls speared once again by Matthew Stamford. If her father only knew...

The touch of curls again a giveaway. "Hello Emma - again!"

It was she who kissed him this time, "Hello Mr Stamford. That's nice!"

The patio light Matthew had thought of earlier suddenly clicked on. Indeed virtually blinding after the darkness. Matthew caught in the spotlight with a girl - completely in flagrante delicto with his penis right up inside Emma - it could not go any further. A great pool of light on the lawn and there, suddenly, were all the participants visible; Matthew squinting, eyes watering but now able to see just how close some of the girls were to him. Emma, of course, very close - attached actually. His eyes though turned painfully towards the house - he had to see - but there was relief in seeing no one else - no, not the Roystons. Just imagine the awfulness if it had been.

"Oh," said Vickie, "it's on a timer."

Movement had then set it off. Not a fox, hedgehog or indeed the man in the striped jersey, mask and swag bag the light was intended for but naked young girls - and Matthew.

"I see you've just caught Emma."

Well, it was rather obvious - well and truly caught.

Matthew lifted the girl up and off his erection and there he was, standing there with the four girls, his penis curving upwards to his front. So very different from the neat little triangles or sweet slits of the girls.

"Yep. Everyone except you and five points."

"You've touched me five times but not caught me, so I think I win!"

None of the other girls had got away more times than that and all had been caught but the others were not letting Vickie win. Three girls grabbed her. Three naked, slippery girls grabbing Vickie with some difficulty; three naked girls lifting her up and pulling open her thighs despite her struggling against them; three naked girls carrying the open and fully exposed Vickie towards Matthew; three naked girls presenting Vickie's sex to Matthew for him to fuck. The patio light behind Matthew showed Vickie's sex very clearly. The swollen glistening pudenda fully spread, so clearly very ready for sex and not just due to the oil - the swollen lips showed just so clearly the woman - the girl - ready for fucking. She was struggling but to no avail, despite the oil the girls had a sufficient grip. There were three of them after all!

It was a remarkable fantasy. Young naked teenagers presenting a fellow girl to be fucked, displaying her just so lewdly. It was not as if Matthew did anything but stand there erect - both in body and penis! He did not step forward in the harsh light and penetrate. He did not move at all. Vickie was brought to him, brought closer and impaled. It was the girls who touched her sex to his knob, it was the girls who lined Vickie up, it was the girls who pushed Vickie onto it, it was the girls who ensured the knob went into the hole, it was the girls who pushed Vickie home and it was the girls who moved Vickie to and fro making all the fucking movement as Matthew just stood.

It was Matthew who was fucked - Matthew who was fucked by not less than four girls in concert.

And of course it was too much for Matthew. Too much by half. Such wonderful tactile stimulation from Vickie's sex slipping back and forth on his penis. So slippery, so wet. Such a wonderful sight to see the girls giggling and holding Vickie, such a male pleasure to see girl flesh pressed against girl flesh; to see Morgan's full breasts - breasts he had been himself playing with not many minutes before now squashed against Vickie's shoulder. Such wonderful knowledge to know he had fucked each of the girls that evening and so nice to see their naked bodies even in the rather harsh light of the patio lamp. And lastly the sound, the squelchy, sucking sound of his erection being moved in and out of Vickie's sex - sound is not usually something thought of as erotic but in the quiet of the garden it certainly was.

The girls were so concentrating on moving Vickie and at her protests they did not notice the change to Matthew - the screwed up face and clenched fists as, already unstoppable, he built to orgasm. Spurt went his semen right into Vickie - really into her not like before into the rubber of the condom. A real cervix splash. It was real intercourse, real unprotected vaginal intercourse. Spurt went his penis again.

It was at that moment the girls decided to put Vickie down, perhaps to do something else, perhaps because their arms were tired and it was at that very moment they discovered very visually what they had done. As they pulled Vickie away from Matthew; as she was pulled from his erection, the third spurt of semen came. The released penis bounding upwards shooting a jet of semen into the air to land on Vickie's curls.

The male organ revealed in full action by the bright electric light.

"Oh no, Mr Stamford," said Emma, "you're coming!"

The girls stared as Matthew's penis continued to shoot, doing its, to them, impressive, manly thing all onto Vickie's sex.

"Oh no, Mr Stamford, you mustn't, you shouldn't, it's Charlie who is on the Pill: not Vickie!"

It was not so much Matthew as they who had done the deed!

Matthew was breathing heavily, "It's... it's all right, Emma, I've had the snip; I've been disconnected; a few days ago; I'm not a danger anymore."

Already Matthew was losing firmness. The girls were all looking at his penis. He could sense disappointment.

"That's not fair. We hadn't decided Vickie should..."

Matthew's eyebrows went up. What had the girls decided about him. What a wonderful idea. Teenage girls deciding who he should fuck and where his semen should go - which particular girl should be the recipient.

"We had condoms, We'd decided it was Emma's turn."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help myself."

But it had been a fantastic ejaculation. Matthew was not looking at the other girls as he spoke but at Vickie's sex all spotlighted by the patio light. Splashes of white on her tummy, in her pubic hair and dripping around her lips and, or was it his imagination, or could he see creamy whiteness at her vaginal entrance? An image to remember. Oh, for a photograph of the girls holding the so obviously recently fucked Vickie; holding her with hands under thighs; holding her so open - such a scene to have blown up poster size for the wall of an imagined very private study. It was not an image for Sarah to see whether or not she knew the provenance of the sprayed semen!

"Shall we go inside? I feel a bit in the spotlight here." It was Vickie. She could not really have been more exposed.

Vickie was set down. They trouped inside - five naked and oily people.

A bottle of wine on the table and five glasses. Cool white wine. They clinked glasses.

"A toast," said Charlotte.

"To you girls," said Matthew.

"No," said Charlotte, "to your penis."

They all looked at it hanging there soft and actually not a little damp - damp from Vickie and having come. The hanging organ a very different appearance from the girls.

"Really?" queried Matthew. Funnily enough it had never been toasted before. "You are proposing a toast to..."

"Yes - it is the star of our hide and seek game. I presume the recent operation has not a little to do with us - or at least those of us not on the Pill. So, a toast to Mr Stamford's penis - may it stand firm... soon!"

Laughter and a sip of wine.

"How is the 'snip' done?"

And Matthew had to explain and show the scar. Each girl in turn lifting his limp penis and inspecting his balls. Girls interested both in the operation and also, it was clear, in the whole assembly. Young girls rather fired up for sex and happy to be touching the male organ - deliberately fondling and examining it. Emma retracting his foreskin as she held it. She looked up at him. "My turn next."

The girls were wondering out loud what to do next - perhaps watch a comedy programme on the television. Just the sort of things young girls might do on a sleepover but not usually naked and with just the one man with them - an older, actually a lot older, but also experienced man. A man keen to recover his 'ability,' so frustrating really to have so much available young girl flesh around him - willing girls - and unable to do anything about it!

Matthew, though, was practical. Oiled up as they were it was not a good idea to come into contact with any sort of fabric like that on settees and chairs. He put his arms around two of the girls - Morgan and Vickie - to make his point. They just slid against his skin. A wonderful feeling, of course, smooth, slidy young girl skin but, alas, nothing he could do about it. There he was with four naked young girls all perfectly happy to be fucked and his generative organ as limp, soft and useless as could be. Not at all the mighty hunter with his horn!

They trooped upstairs to the shower. Not a repeat of the pleasant experience with Charlotte - he was not recovered enough and certainly there was not room for four in the shower cubicle, well not unless they were playing sardines rather than washing.

It was a sleepover and by the time Matthew finished his shower he was the only one naked. The girls had their nighties and pyjamas and had put them on. Matthew had not brought any - of course - and, indeed, probably it was the right time to return over the fence to his own bed. The girls, though, were not keen on him going as yet. Very much a 'don't go Mr Stamford - not yet.'

A pleasant experience seemingly intruding on a young girls sleepover and being there naked with them. They were not naked but he was!

If he had expected to find any of them in a baby doll nightie - the sort that is rather transparent, diaphanous and short - he was to be disappointed. The reality was not the nightwear of girls intent on seduction or even particularly girly, girly night attire. Mostly feminine in one way or another, certainly: excepting Morgan's case - the buttons were on the wrong side!

Morgan was dressed in straightforward blue striped men's pyjamas. A solid girl but not at all butch, not with that chest pushing at the buttons! Usually Matthew would have been thinking just how much fun it would be to undo those buttons one by one and noticeably showing his thoughts by a certain 'gauge' moving to the upright position - but there was not yet so much as a stirring. How nice to see the trouser fly, untroubled by zip or buttons just a little open and dark curly hair visible through it. Again what fun it would be - normally - to do the complete reverse of what he did with his own flies; instead of sticking his penis out, do the opposite and push it through Morgan's fly against her curls; indeed perhaps even fuck her through her own fly. How very peculiar that would be!

Morgan noticed he was staring at her; she smiled a little coyly. Matthew thought it would be quite nice just to go up to her and kiss her whilst tucking his flaccid penis, perhaps his balls as well, in through the fly and have his equipment right inside Morgan's pyjamas nestling warm and snug up against her profusion of dark curls. A strange intimacy, sort of actually being in her pyjamas with her.

Emma, short little red haired Emma, was in white cotton pyjamas with pink piping to the jacket and up the seam of the trousers. A much more feminine set of pyjamas altogether. The shape of her budding, delectable, cone shaped breasts showing through the material but her flaming curls hidden in the trousers. Unlike Morgan there was no fly to give any peek at those curls, the waist simply elasticated; there is of course no need for a fly on girls' pyjamas - there is nothing to poke out! Her hair, though, cascading around her shoulders and framed her smiling freckled face with its little nose. She had the most gorgeous hair (and there was nothing less fine about her pubes - when he could see them).

Charlotte adopted a different style again. A light blue pyjama jacket with shorts. Nice to see her legs showing brown against the light blue. Nice to imagine sliding a hand up one of the legs of the shorts into the material and feeling inside. Nice to imagine playing inside until a damp patch appeared on the cotton! Nothing of course pushing against the jacket; Charlotte so remarkably flat chested, almost like a boy, though hidden away dark and large were her areolae. He had thought them like half-crowns but they were even larger than that. They were not manly at all and really, despite her short fair hair, her face was just too feminine to mistake for a boy - and there was of course no hint of a bulge at the front of her shorts where the boy's penis would have been. That was the physicality but there was also the way she held herself and acted. There was a knowing look about her, a look of some experience. He had already felt that experience. Matthew had not forgotten the blow job nor the kiss that had followed. A surprisingly naughty girl!

Vickie the only one in that most feminine of night attire, the long nightdress. Not silk or satin but good honest white cotton. In some ways a surprise to find her looking quite so feminine - not that she wasn't feminine really, not with those breasts and the rest of her body - but he would, perhaps, have expected a pyjama top and optional pants or even tracksuit top and trousers. Instead there was the very full nightgown, very Victorian - all frills. lace and bows. Thin cotton so her nipples showed darker through the folds but otherwise hiding the shape of her body; almost brushing the ground so her bare feet only just showed. A very pretty dress indeed, flowing as she moved. It would be very pleasant to bed Vickie in that and explore up into the dress. Matthew could easily imagine it pulled up around her shoulders, her whole body exposed as he lay on top of her in delightful copulation - his penis sunk in between her wet thighs. He could imagine that, but his penis seemed completely disinterested!

They went back downstairs.

"Let's watch a film," said Vickie. It was an idea, just the sort of thing girls would do on a sleepover - like the earlier idea of watching a comedy programme. What was surprising, though, was the film Vickie produced.

"No!" went the girls, "Vickie! No, not really!"

It was pornographic - not simply adult but really pornographic. Matthew looked at the box and noted it seemed to be from one of the more artistic of the producers.

There is artistic erotica and pure filming of copulation and the other acts that go with it. There was certainly copulation in the film, and plenty of it, but nicely filmed with care taken. Matthew was amused by the open mouthed look on the girls as they watched - well perhaps not Charlotte or, to an extent, Vickie - the girls clearly in disbelief at parts of the film: possibly the equally open mouthed actions of the actresses.

"I'm not really sure this is suitable watching..." He begun: but what was he saying? He was acting the father figure, the concerned uncle to the girls yet, there he was, certainly old enough to be their father, sitting naked with them and having, out in the garden a short time ago, been doing much of what was being shown on the film with all of them - yes he had been copulating with each and every one. And whilst the girls were sitting there in night clothes, and very attractively so, he was sitting there naked and after, a bit of tentative stirring, with a hard on rising up into the air and looking rather like the actor - if not so well endowed! The girls had not actually noticed his returned vigour - a result of the stimulation of watching the oily hand job the girl was giving the man on the screen. It was that rather than the proximity of the girls who had done the deed! Surprising perhaps but, well, it was very oily indeed!

On the screen the man was being brought to climax, the oily hand working, the man's legs twitching a little, and then out it came, splat, splat, splat; the creamy semen flying.

The girls all clapped at the climax, A "yesss!" from Vickie.

Matthew looked at the girls, he had not really expected them to be excited by such a film or quite so enthusiastic about the very visible male orgasm. Porno films were more a man thing he had thought. Certainly Sarah would not have taken a lot of interest. But in the girls' case their thighs were actually rubbing one against the other - each and every one of the girls - a sure indication that the earlier wetness had not ceased flowing. Between each would be, if he was to separate the thighs, a lovely hot dampness - wonderful wet folds to touch and explore. Yes, Matthew's interest had moved from the oily hand to the very real girls around him.

"Ah, ha," said Emma noticing. "Mr Stamford, you are 'up' again!"

"Err, yes it seems so!"

All of their attention transferred from the video to him or more particularly his cock.

He was sitting between Vickie and Charlotte and, as one, their hands moved and took 'possession.' Lovely to be held, lovely to have his foreskin pulled back and his glans exposed, lovely to be sitting there like that; both held and so exposed to the two girls sitting in the armchairs. Matthew was quite happy to lie back and be gently masturbated to climax - he had already experienced the pleasure of coming for the girls, releasing himself in a very public ejaculation - and so nice that they seemed to really enjoy watching. He was happy to do it again with them all watching. But it seemed that was not to be the idea.

"That's not fair," said Emma, "what about Morgie and me?"

Was it to be a four hand climax? A bit too many hands really.

"Suppose so," replied Charlotte, "what shall we do that we can all join in?"

"I like the sound of the joining!" Emma's remark got a laugh.

"Yeah - not just hands. I suppose we could all line up on the settee and Mr Stamford make the... um... rounds!"

"Got it!" It was Vickie and she proceeded to explain.




Hide and Seek Pt. 03



It was so incongruous. The four girls still in their pyjamas tops or with nightie pulled up lying back on settee or armchair with their legs spread and their sex lewdly - and wetly - exposed. Each completely visible to the others and, importantly, to Matthew. It was Vickie's idea to ensure he fucked them all fairly. Charlotte had suggested going to bed together and having a minute each but, as Emma, had pointed out - what if he had come during the third minute - that would have been a bit unfair on the fourth girl!

Vickie's idea was an absurd game of pass the parcel or 'pass the penis' as she had said. She had an old cassette left over from a children's party of long ago where the music did randomly cut out. The adult version did not involve the unwrapping of a layer of paper on a parcel when the music stopped but rather if Matthew was 'in' the girl he would stay fucking until the music started again. Yes, he circulated around the girls, dipping into each and out again but if he was inserted in a girl's vagina when the music ceased he would stay until the music began again. If in transit around the circle of girls then - he could have a rest.

The prize, of course, internal ejaculation. Vickie had already been fucked properly that evening and the other girls were keen to be properly done too! In Emma and Morgan's case it would be a completely new experience.

Wonderful to watch them getting ready, trousers and shorts pulled off, Morgan unbuttoning her top so her big breasts spilled out. Matthew standing, watching them with his erection to his front. Really he should be getting home to Sarah and going to sleep but this was just too much fun!

Where to start? Three of the girls in position and Vickie getting the cassette. What a choice! Three pudenda exposed, wet and completely available to him. The girls on their backs and holding the backs of their knees - just so open and revealed. The very dodgy little girl look of Charlotte, the wonderful titian curls of Emma with her so white skin and dark Morgan, her sex appearing in a mass of dark curls.

He chose Morgan. Wonderful just to be able to walk across to the young girl and literally stick his penis into her. He had already done that during the evening but in the dark when he could see nothing. Here he could see everything. His knob touching her entrance and then pushing a little in, holding himself like that as his thumb rubbed against her clit, he looked up at Morgan's face - she was really liking that - and then he pushed and watched himself just slide into the girl.

"Ready, Mr Stamford."

"Yes Vickie, cue music!"

Sudden sound, all at once there was jolly music - 'Old MacDonald's Farm.' Matthew burst out laughing. The absurdity, the incongruity of what he was doing. There he was his erection completely embedded in Morgan, three other girls exposed for him and a jolly children's rhyme playing on the stereo.

"Come on Mr Stamford, keep moving."

Matthew stepped back, his erection springing up and he moved to the next girl. Into Emma's red curls, up to the hilt, and on again and into Charlotte. Her sex looking so young, just so wrong - but he had already fucked her in the tree house all the way and he knew, of the four in the room, hers was actually the most used, the one which had experienced most erections and ejaculations. Matthew pushed and entered - so easy, nothing like as tight and virginal as it looked!

The music stopped. "Oh great!" whispered Charlotte and Matthew had to fuck her. Not exactly a chore! In, out, in, out as the other girls giggled at the squelching sound.

And then the music started again, "Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink, oink." Matthew pulled straight out and moved to Vickie. Into her and out of her and back to Morgan. Another slide into the black curls and out again and on to Emma. Into the little Pre-Raphaelite girl and he had just pulled out when the music stopped.

"Oh, no," went Emma.

It is nice to be appreciated!

Matthew stood looking at the girls whilst awaiting the music to start again. They were all looking at him. Standing with a rather wet erection - amazing to have an erection made wet by four girls at once!

"You all happy with this game?"

"Oh yes!"

Perhaps particularly Charlotte because it was her turn next. Moreover the music stopped again so quickly that he was still in her and had to fuck her again until the music started.

"Not fair!" Said Emma.

In and out of the girl's sex. Long, careful, strong strokes and just so fascinating for Matthew to watch his not insubstantial stand slipping right up into the little girl - almost surprising there was room. There was even a slap as his balls swung against her bottom.

"E-I-E-I-O, with a..."

And on he moved, sliding back into Vickie but only for a moment and then he carried on around the circle. He was not greedy but Matthew could not but think what the full (adult) birthday party would be like - twelve girls perhaps for him to circuit - and not all might be so easy as these to slip into. "A bit of a tight fit, Kerry." "Sorry, Mr Stamford." "No don't be! We can do it." "I don't really want..." "Sssh Kylie, I'll be gentle."

Round and round the group. Having the music stop when he was unconnected was increasingly useful. Serially fucking four girls is certainly a way to bring even Matthew's recently used organ to ejaculatory readiness. He really did not want to come quickly. The game was far too much fun.

"Here a moo..."

Into Charlotte; out and into Vickie once more; Matthew tickled her pleasingly prominent clit as he did so and then it was straight out again and onto Morgan, her pink sex looking so moist and succulent within its framing of black curls; he was in before the music stopped; in the silence the wet sound of fucking; wonderful to see his cock pushing away at the young girl's sex. Almost, almost; Matthew pulled right out and luckily the music started just at that moment - he had not broken the games rules! Almost, almost he had come. There would have been a sudden spurting of cream all over Morgan's black curls - perhaps he would have pushed back in to finish.

"Old MacDonald had a farm..."

Matthew moved slowly to Emma. A wonderful red bush sticking up for him, so plump, so clearly damp - so young! The young girl so expectant, so deliciously fuckable, so...

"Ah, no!" The sight of Emma's sex and the prospect of slipping into its hot wetness had done the trick; the physical stimulation of Morgan had brought him to the brink but it was the thought of Emma that had tipped him over. An orgasm not finally touched off by physical stimulation but by the mind; not exactly a spontaneous ejaculation but, nonetheless, hands, and anything else, free.

"I'm..." There was no need to finish the sentence or even add the word 'coming' or 'cumming' because he was - very visibly was ejaculating for all to see. His penis shot white stuff all over Emma's tummy, landing stickily on her beautiful auburn curls. 

There Matthew was, standing naked and erect in the Royston's sitting room and coming all over their daughter's friend! Spurt went his penis again - onto Emma's pale skin.

"Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink, oink." 

Wonderful really for a man to be able to ejaculate with a set of fascinated girls watching the happening.

"Sorry girls." He looked rather sheepishly from one to the other, He had spoilt the game - come too early and not in the designated place (or rather places).

"Well," said Vickie, "it's a compliment to us really. You do find us sexy don't you?"

"Of course! Just a bit, fantastically so. If I could, I'd fuck each one of you to orgasm."

His penis was beginning to droop.

"But you can't," said Morgan.

Matthew looked down, his penis still hanging over Emma's sex.

"No," he said, "not again tonight."

"Hey, look," said Vickie.

A dribble of semen was elongating from the end of his penis and moving lower and lower until it touched Emma. There they were joined by a thread of cum.

"You do look a mess, Emma," said Vickie, "but a pretty one!"

Emma was fingering the semen, almost seeming a little surprised to find it there.

"You'd better not put your bottoms on, Emma, it wouldn't do for your Mum to find dried stuff when she washes them, would it! You'd better go and shower first.

Emma stood, wonderful to see how her red curls were decorated with his spending. They all watched her as she headed for the stairs.

"Do you want to go too, Mr Stamford, whilst we watch the end of the film. Have a shower as well?"

Matthew was happy enough to go with Emma, happy enough to join her in the shower.

Her hand went straight to his limp dick and held it.

"I do wish this was all hard and you would fuck me." Her hand was pulling at it fruitlessly. "I'm so worked up. I wish you'd come in me. I so want to be..."

"Let me."

And, as Emma pushed her body hard against him his fingers sought her sex and played. And so Matthew brought young Emma Hatchard to orgasm as the hot water poured down upon them. Wonderful to feel her trembling as it happened, trembling in his arms.

Downstairs, a little later, it was immediately obvious to Matthew what had been going on. The girls had not sat demurely watching the video - not a bit of it - they had not replaced their trousers or lowered their nightdresses. On the contrary fingers had played as they had watched the video. He had missed out on seeing three girls playing with themselves, playing and bringing themselves to climax whilst watching a very dodgy video. Of course he had been playing in very much the same way with Emma but still few men of his age got to see such a thing, how exciting it would have been had he been standing without the patio doors and seen that through the glass! A Peeping Tom striking lucky - big time!

The scent of girl strong in the room.

"Everyone come? I'd like to have seen that."

"Yes, thank you, Mr Stamford," said Charlotte. "Another time perhaps. Did you sort Emma out?"

"Yes, he did."

"I'd best be getting home then. Thank you for a lovely..."

"Oh, you will tuck us up first?"

Matthew could not very well say no. A few more minutes hardly mattered.

Nice seeing them settle down, two in Vickie's double bed - Charlotte and Vickie, two in sleeping bags on the floor. 

"Not all in the double bed?"

It would have been rather a squash.

He turned the light out. "Night, girls, sweet dreams."

"Would you give us a little cuddle first?"

"I'd better be... OK just a quick one."

Lovely to slip into the double bed with two young girls and roll over Vickie to be in between them; lovely to put his arms around them and feel their soft bodies against him; lovely to feel two hands settle over his penis and balls; lovely to think what he could have done had he still the wherewithal; lovely to...

It was morning before he knew it. He awoke instantly knowing he was in the wrong bed, the dawn chorus underway and beside him not one sleeping woman but two young girls. Whoops! It had been so easily done. His watch, though, told him it was not yet time for Sarah's alarm clock to make its awful noise. Hopefully she had not missed him and he still had plenty of time to get back before his absence was noted but closing his eyes for a snooze would be a very bad plan indeed. In any case he needed to attend to a call of nature. His 'piss proud' erection had very little to do with the sleeping girls beside him!

Carefully he moved out of the bed clothes, down the bed, stepping over sleeping Morgan; he could see her black hair flowing over her pillow below him, her face in repose and her eyes shut - could see her down below him and beyond his very stiff erection; he crept out of the bedroom door.

Out of the bedroom door and he almost bumped into - not Mr or Mrs Royston, that would have been awful even if Mrs Royston, yes 'Jane', had been naked and alone - but Emma. Emma in her white pyjamas on the way back from the bathroom.

"Oh - morning Mr Stamford; how are you?"

"Fine, Emma," Matthew whispered, "and you?"

"Yeah, great and after last night..." She was looking down at his erection. "Is that what they call 'morning wood'?"

"Yes - that's certainly it." It was just so obviously there in front of him and between them.

"Must be funny waking up with that." Her hand reached and fingers closed around his penis.

Wonderful feeling!

"It's really hard and big."

"I was just going to, um... and then home."

The hand was not retracted and Matthew did not miss the other hand going to the top button of the pyjama top and undoing it.

"Mr Stamford, could we..."

Really Matthew wanted to get back, get back safely in bed with Sarah but the offer was too enticing - the offer to fuck beautiful little Emma, almost virginal little Emma, eighteen year old Emma - stick his cock in her wonderfully red curls and do the manly thing. H could see her little breasts almost revealed, still nestling within her lovely white pyjama top with its pink piping. Emma almost, but not quite, revealing them. It did nothing to lessen his erection.

"I suppose... downstairs?"

They walked side by side down the stairs, Matthew with his arm around Emma's shoulder. She in her pyjamas, Matthew naked and strongly erect. He wanted to relieve himself but it would be difficult in his condition - likely to make a mess on the floor - it was best to fuck first! The urge to urinate adding to the firmness - it was really sticking up high! Such an impressive angle - well, he was impressed by himself anyway!

He hoped he would not embarrass himself by dribbling - dribbling the wrong stuff - he was very full. That really would not do...

Fantastic to stand with Emma in the lounge and fully undo her pyjama top. Just being permitted to do such a thing was wonderful enough. Lovely parting the material and revealing her little cone shaped breasts, nothing in comparison to Vickie or Morgan's or, indeed, Sarah's, but so sweet. His erection brushing against the white cotton of her pyjama bottoms. So nice to bend down and suck first one, then the other little pale pink nipple - indeed suck much of each breast into his mouth.

Emma looked terrific standing there naked from the waist up. Such a lovely little thing and - she really was - his for the fucking.

Matthew crouched and slowly pulled at the elastic at Emma's waist and watched as the pyjama bottoms slipped downwards over her tummy and then, ever so slowly, her wonderful orange curls came into view. A few at first just a little below her tummy button and then more and more, hiding her little slit. Leaning forward he kissed the springy softness and then pulled the trousers right off.

Standing Matthew hugged Emma to him, his balls nestling in the softness of her hair, his erection so hard against her tummy.

"Like the apple tree," said Emma, "let me slip down on you.

Not a great weight, Matthew lifted Emma right up so he could once again suck her nipples, without even bending, dangling her over his erection and then slowly he let her slip downwards. Ever so slowly. A delicious slide of flesh on flesh. Her legs spread, opening herself for the upwards curving horn. Gravity did the rest.

Just like at the apple tree when Matthew had first held Emma she slipped downwards onto his cock, impaling herself in a most delightful way. Wonderful for Matthew to feel the first touch of Emma's so slippery vagina against his knob, the acorn shape then pushing it open and sliding on inwards and upwards.

There Emma was, feet dangling, supported on a cock and Matthew's arms; a cock as far into her as it would go. It would not leave the vagina until it had done its thing.

A deep sigh, "So big! Walk with me."

Matthew Stamford walking naked around his neighbours house, walking into their kitchen with both a strong desire to pee and a young girl perched on his hidden erection. The sliding motion of his penis inside the girl delightful and all simply caused by walking.

Resting her naked bottom on the kitchen table Matthew fucked properly, steady firm strokes, in and out. Emma holding herself tightly to him and moaning with pleasure.

"I'm almost, almost - please, please, the settee - lie on top of me."

Again walking with the impaled girl. Matthew felt so manly; to him his penis felt like a rod of iron, so firm and strong, as he walked back to the lounge. Carefully setting the girl down but without breaking the connection, Matthew moved forward on top of Emma. Quite a big man on a little girl. His bottom rose and fell as he pushed at her.

"Ooooh, aaaah." Little Emma's first orgasm from vaginal intercourse. Lovely to hear, lovely to feel.

A short rest - still embedded.

"You don't feel like you've come yet, Mr Stamford."

"Feel?"

"Still so big and hard. Your cock!"

"No I haven't yet."

"Go on - do it!"

Once more moving. Crikey, he really did want a pee but first... Solid as anything, Matthew's penis moved within the girl, sliding on the orgasm added lubrication - wonderfully wet and slippery; wonderfully hot and enfolding. Tight, yes but the wetness making the movement easy - and pleasurable, so pleasurable, such a...

"Here we go!"

And go he did. Wonderful electric spurts of cum into the girl - spurts she claimed to feel. Safe infertile cum - the sort eminently suitable and highly recommended for unprotected young girls!

They lay joined for a little while, Matthew subsiding inside Emma. Nice to withdraw and actually see in the morning light his semen showing white at her entrance. Emma's wonderful auburn curls, her swollen and wet pudenda and with his very own special cream leaking from her - all so lewdly displayed within her open thighs. He bent and kissed her right on her clitoris before she had the chance to close her legs.

"Huh! Mr Stamford!"

"I've got to go Emma." He walked to the patio doors and slid one open; he turned and looked back. Emma had not moved - was just lying there looking, well, freshly fucked! Her first time ever - the full thing with the semen and all. He waved, "bye!" and stepped out.

Matthew Stamford, naked in the early morning light moved across the Royston's garden once more. The dew wet on his feet. It was a little chilly. Away from the house, away from Emma's sight, at a flowerbed he paused, pulled back his foreskin, and let fly with a stream of gold in the sunlight. It was quite a relief! It took quite a time!

Up the apple tree, down the other side and across his own garden.

Safe in his own garden? Perhaps. That rather depended upon Sarah. Hopefully she was still asleep. Difficult to be convincing about a naked early morning walk around his garden; not at all easy if she was standing at the French windows looking out wondering where he was; how would he explain that? Even more difficult if she had locked the doors; difficult if she had awoken in the night and wondered where he was and had searched for him; wonderful sex next door but... was reality about to creep up on him?

There was no one at the French windows. It was quiet in the house, quiet up the stairs and there in his bed was Sarah fast asleep. Matthew smiled fondly. She looked so relaxed and content. He slipped in beside her - three minutes before her alarm! Phew! A bit too close a call. His hand touched his cock. It was still wet from Emma! He brought his hand to his nose. It smelt of girl! It would not do for Sarah to notice that. Fuck, what a time he had had!

The alarm went off. "Oh, already?" Sarah asked sleepily.

Matthew watched as Sarah got up. Her so familiar body under her nightdress. Coming back with a cup of tea for him and then, still later, wandering in naked from her shower. Her body desirable, if he had had the capability - which he didn't! Matthew lay there thinking. He was being more than a little disloyal to Sarah with these girls next door - and they were still there, probably all fast asleep including the little Pre-Raphaelite one he had fucked not many minutes before; his now 'safe' semen perhaps still warm and cosy inside her closed legs. He looked up, Sarah was pulling on her underclothes, getting ready to head out for the day; she caught him looking.




Hide and Seek Pt. 03



"Not now Matt. At the weekend, I promise."

Sarah went downstairs and Matthew pulled back the covers and looked at his penis. It looked a bit used. It had been busy.

Matthew wondered how he would feel if it had not been him but Sarah who had been playing away: not with the girls but with four young men - eighteen year old boys. Four potent erections for her to enjoy, four young men with the added bonus of the recuperative power of youth, Perhaps it all starting with her sunbathing naked and they peeking. What would he feel if she was 'carrying on' with four lads, enjoying an almost limitless supply of hard erections and fresh young semen? How would he feel, how would he feel?



Hide and Seek Pt. 04



Lying in bed, still naked from his recent adventures next door - a night time escapade of naked hide and seek plus his so recent early morning bout with sweet young Emma - Matthew thought about what it would be like if it was his wife, Sarah, rather than himself who was playing away from home. Playing away with a hypothetical group of young lads, in much the same way as he was enjoying Vickie, Emma, Morgan and Charlotte. Matthew only thought a little about that because almost as soon as his wife, Sarah, had closed the front door on the way to her work he had dropped off to sleep and when he had awoken there were other things needing to be done.

The thoughts returned the next morning as, once again, he watched his wife wander naked around the bedroom before she got dressed and headed off to work. How would he would feel if it had not been him but Sarah being espied by three or four young men in the garden? She did not, so far as he knew, sunbathe nude - at least back home in England - but just imagine she did and he did not know about it. If it was she rather than he who was left alone in the house each day - if it was Matthew rather than Sarah who was still working.

What if she was sunbathing one day whilst he was out and these three or four boys - young men actually - had been peeking over the fence just as Vickie, Emma and Morgan had watched him that happy day when he had played hide and seek with them for the first time.

He could imagine Sarah, lying on her back on a rug on the lawn, perhaps reading a book, perhaps with her legs a little open. Nobody to see so why should she be worried about keeping her legs together? Did women worry about that on nudist beaches? Not so far as he knew. He suspected a readiness to go 'au naturel' meant a complete acceptance of exposure. Maybe the lads over the fence could see right between her legs. It all depended. of course, on which way she was lying! Matthew smiled, three or four eighteen year old boys turned on by his wife, the four of them standing there, he could imagine, with erections pushing at their trousers, shorts or jeans.

Nice to imagine others being turned on by Sarah: another thing if they or, particularly, she did something about it of course!

Vickie, he recalled, unsurprisingly had spoken first; it was she who had revealed he was being watched by the girls from next door. This was rather less likely with the boys. Would their presence be given away by whispering? What might they be doing? Would they perhaps, one by one, have extracted their cocks and been wanking? Three or four pairs of eyes - no, keep it as it was with him - three pairs of eyes glued on Sarah, hands at work; would they even have noticed what their fellows were doing?

He could imagine Sarah catching them. Something giving them away and she looking up and spotting them. Three heads along the fence. He could imagine the teacher in her; her voice of command; he could imagine her furious. What would Vickie be called if she was a boy - Victor he supposed.

"Victor! What do you think you are doing?" How would you like it if I was peeking at you over the fence?"

Well, perhaps Victor and the lads would not have been particularly worried. Though difficult to imagine three eighteen year old lads being interested in sunbathing naked - separately or together! Rather different with girls no doubt. Matthew could readily imagine he would have been more than delighted to peek through a gap in the fence or a knothole and espy Vickie and her friends sunbathing naked on the lawn. Of course it had all been much better than that. Matthew found it difficult to imagine it getting any better than naked hide and seek with three young - but not too young - girls in the summer sunshine and with all that followed. He still could not believe his luck.

Yes, he would have been more than delighted and with a quick look around to see himself unobserved would have watched them for a long time: and of course he would have wanked - he was a man after all! He would have watched them hoping they moved a bit or perhaps got up and went to fetch something. He would have loved seeing Morgan's boobs wobbling as she moved or the girls' bottom cheeks rising and falling. Matthew knew he would have loved the thrill of the illicit peeking.

Despite the girls seemingly open invitation to do rather more than peek, Matthew could not but think it would still be rather fun to watch perhaps just Vicki sunbathing naked. Of course for all he knew Jane Royston might do that herself. Watching her would be interesting and give a certain frisson. Not an undesirable women in herself but there would be the added knowledge that he carnally knew her daughter.

Perhaps Alan Royston might join in too and, you never knew, with Vicki safely out for the day, things might heat up between them. A little strange seeing his neighbour becoming tumescent - not something you see every day! Nonetheless, quite exciting to be able to spy on them and see what they did. Would it just be a roll on the ground or might there be a giggling chase? It would look a little silly. Middle aged Alan Royston with his not exactly six pack stomach running after naked Jane. His erection bobbing up and down and she wobbling all over the place as she ran. A bit ridiculous but still erotic. Fun to watch and, actually, not something he would have minded joining in - Alan and he working as a team to catch and fuck Jane. An adult game!

An adult game indeed - and more than unlikely! But what of Sarah and the young lads? A different scenario from Alan Royston and he - both middle aged men - playing just with Jane Royston. Matthew's imagined scene was of Sarah with three young lads watching her from across the fence. What would she make them do? Come across for a telling off? And then what? Matthew had suggested to Vickie and co. that they strip too and he had been just so delighted when they had done just that and, one by one, had come across to his garden up and over the apple tree.

Matthew's erection was strong. Lying in bed he could imagine the boys coming across the apple tree one by one to be told off. Sarah standing there completely naked, hands on hips, and reading the Riot Act to the three boys all standing in a row and all the time the boys staring at her body.

Naughty boys have to be punished just like little girls. Matthew thought he might just imagine Sarah making them strip.

"I said how would you like it if I peeked at you. Go on take your clothes off and let me see how you like that!"

Perhaps they would not like that at all; perhaps they are erect from looking at Sarah. They know what will be released - what will be on show. The bulge in their pants, the springing upwards of young erections as they are released from the material. Matthew wondered whether Sarah would like that. Difficult to imagine, really, she would not. After all he had so enjoyed seeing Vickie and her friends naked. Why shouldn't a woman enjoy the sight of young lads naked and surely best erect? Wouldn't the spring of a firm erection catching and then being released from pants be just so exciting to a woman? The rigid firmness of an upstanding penis suddenly brought out into the sunshine.

Matthew's hand was stroking now, thinking of Sarah standing there surrounded by erections - young erections.

Would she pretend to get even more cross. "How dare you get stiff, all of you, what is more, and have lewd thoughts about me! And don't pretend you are not - your penises betray you!"

Does she have them bend over. lined up in a row ready for smacking. A suitable punishment but with nice sexual overtones! Does she instead sit on a bench and have them over her knee - their warm, smooth, young erections hard between her thighs - hardly dangling! As her hand rises and falls making their tight young bottom cheeks redden? One erection after another pressing into the skin of her thighs. Would that not make her wet?

Or does she slap the penises? Her hand moving and then 'thwack.' But would it have any effect on their tumescence?

And what then? Who suggests the hide and seek? How would that come about? They hiding, she hunting and what happens when she finds them? Would the prospect of three young lads clearly - very clearly - sexually aroused and no doubt very willing overcome any scruples Sarah had? The prospect of playing with Vickie, Morgan and Emma had very easily done that to Matthew! There could be no doubt in Sarah's mind that the lads would be 'up for it,' their penises so betrayed their sexual interest - if she wanted to play then so would they!

He imagined it. The scene on his lawn. Sarah surrounded by erections - young erections. Erections with the recuperative power of youth. She could fuck for hours if she wanted swopping from boy to boy and if one came, well, what of it, he'd be bounding up again in minutes; and in the meantime she could be enjoying one of the other lads; she could almost bathe in semen if she wanted - certainly she could feel ejaculation again and again!

And then there was the sucking. Sarah had never been one to discourage fellatio; certainly seemed to enjoy it. What was it she had said about Derek on holiday that time? Derek, of Derek and Lucy, the couple they had played tennis with on holiday and swum with; had Sarah really said something about sucking the juice from his big banana? She had, she really had! Would she enjoy the prospect or rather the reality of three big bananas to choose from and their fresh young banana juice?

Matthew's hand stroked as he imagined it all. It was not his usual type of fantasy.

What if he came home unexpectedly and watched it all from a window, his wife being serially fucked by the young lads? Finally she walking a little unsteadily back to the house, totally fucked and with streams of fresh young semen running down her thighs, to be met at the patio doors by a very stern looking husband albeit naked and with a very hard penis! He had been watching.

Sarah's fucking would not then be over for that day - not a bit of it! The lads might have climbed the apple tree, totally exhausted and with limp, very used cocks but he could imagine taking Sarah upstairs, giving her a really good spanking and, without permitting her a shower or a rest, plunging his own cock into her so sexually swollen, so used, so very fucked sex. Would he enjoy the feel of his wife slipperier than she had ever been before - so sloppy with fresh young semen?

Would he? Fuck, yes!

Well, Matthew could not really imagine it ever being true. Not with Sarah! But he certainly found the whole scene strongly erotic. Lying there naked in his bed Matthew was really working himself up with his thoughts. It was not really the moment for the postman or someone else to ring the doorbell. Unless it was one of the girls. If he espied from the window that it was, say, Morgan standing there on her own; would he really go down naked and strongly erect or put something on before going down to open the door to her? Wonderful to imagine her surprise at his greeting but happy at being taking back to his warm bed to see what that upstanding penis could do. So nice taking her clothes off and then having intercourse with her!

The thought of Morgan took Matthew off track in his thoughts about the lads and Sarah for more than a few moments. The thought of his hands on her full breasts and dark bush very pleasing. But his mind finally wandered back from her dark bush and what he would like to do there to the imagined scene in the garden. The meandering of thought.

It occurred to him that if he imagined the boys like the girls - like the girls' breasts in particular - would a couple of the boys be less endowed just like Emma and Charlotte? Would Sarah comment on that? A tricky subject perhaps more tricky than breast size. Men were particularly sensitive about such things. Probably the boys would never have been erect together before, would never have seen how big - or not - their fellows were. After all flaccid size - seen in the showers perhaps - was no guide at all. Might one of the lads have a real monster of an erection? That was perhaps rather overdoing the scene but what if one or two were rather small?

Would she, might she actually allow more than one at her at once? Yes, he did mean the back door as well as the proper place. One in her vagina, one in her bottom - yeah, one in her mouth as well and the other to hold on to for stability - if a fourth!

Double pegging Sarah! Crikey. Would he, Matthew, like to be part of that? Sharing Sarah with another man or, why not go the whole hog, with these imaginary young men. Matthew on his back, Sarah riding cowgirl on him and little red haired Emma - no, of course not, he meant little red haired Euan, he of the small, slender but very erect penis to be seen rising between his thighs from a splash of carroty, curly hair - coming up behind Sarah with intent. 

The two holes so ridiculously close together, as they are of course: the touch of the boy's knob on his embedded shaft, the feel of a well oiled knob, oiled with the boy's pre-ejaculate, silky smooth (as knobs are); then feeling a certain pushing around - but the proper place already 'occupied' - before the knob was centred on Sarah's anus and then a pushing before the wrinkled orifice yielded and the knob went in. Sarah had never let Matthew do that - oh, he had tried more than once, had certainly pushed at the opening but Sarah had deftly moved him or simply said "no" or "don't do that" - but now, well actually in his imagination, she was letting this boy do it - albeit with a more bottom sized tool!

The sheer sexual excitement of feeling another male taking his wife, not separately with him merely watching, either known or unknown to the participants, but at the very same time as him - not serially but in parallel; the feel of the other cock in the adjacent passage as it slowly pushed further in and then the soft feel of the lad's hanging balls touching his own - two males fully embedded in the one woman - yes, him and Euan in his wife. The joint movement, the shared feeling. Feeling Sarah; feeling each other moving. Yes, the rippling sensation down his penis as the boy's moved in the adjacent passage - only just separated from each other but, nonetheless, a most acceptable separation! Perhaps Euan coming, and then the movement of Euan's penis withdrawing and a second entering; perhaps a larger penis this time; noticeably more bulky next to his own. Would he, Matthew, be able to hold out and feel all the boys serially coming alongside him in the 'other place' before he too let fly? Probably not!

And how would he feel? It was only a fantasy but...

A pertinent question. He was after all doing all that for real with the girls. Well, not bottom fucking but the real thing. How would Sarah feel about that?

Matthew got up and wandered downstairs and made another cup of tea. He stood as the kettle boiled looking out of his French Windows. He could see the apple tree. How nice it would be to see Vickie climbing over, nice to pull open the door and walk out to meet her. Matthew looked down - meet her half erect and perhaps fully so before he got to her! There was, though, not a sign of a girl. It had been so nice the other day walking around his garden naked with her and even nicer when her clothes had come off too!

Matthew sighed; he really fancied the idea of fucking Vickie; so nice if she just popped over at that very moment. Was she perhaps next door; could he perhaps just go around next door and see? But what excuse would he have if Mrs Royston was there with or without Vickie - that he wanted to borrow some sugar? Hardly! It simply was not feasible to go and see if Vickie was available. He grimaced and went to the boiling kettle.

Matthew made his way back upstairs, set his mug down and looked out of the window. There was, unsurprisingly, no sign of a young girl heading his way down the road. He smiled - had it even been worth looking? He got back into bed.

Forgetting the double pegging, forgetting immediate intercourse, how would the scene develop from the initial chastisement? It would be such a waste to just send the boys back. Would Sarah note a certain self consciousness in the boys tumescence with each other; would it amuse her to require wanking and public ejaculation? Or, worse for the boys, require each to bring another off: not their own hands working their cocks but one of their fellows or perhaps all of them working the one. Sarah standing with arms folded waiting for each to come; each boy in turn. Each standing aghast but there would be no way of avoiding the conclusion - not with the hands working.

"Not much of a cum," Sarah might say disparagingly. Matthew could not really see her being unkind about the size of some of them. That would not be in her nature. If she was going to put them down she would do all of them together. So perhaps she might suggest none had produced very much. Perhaps put it down to "Too much wanking!" But what if one really produced, sending ropes of the stuff across the lawn. Matthew would certainly be impressed but would she?

One cock at a time brought off. Sarah so stern and the boys so conscious of having seen it happen, indeed, having caused their friend to cum and, worse, having another boy's cum all over their fingers. "And now the next one. Yes, just grasp and wank. I want to see it spurt as well!" The end result three limp cocks and three boys with semen all over their hands and, as they looked shocked at each other, the awful knowledge it was not their own.

"Come on lads. Time to clean up. Just lick it up. Get it off those fingers!"

Oh no! Their punishment not yet over! 

Would Sarah enjoy that? The girls certainly liked seeing him cum but would Sarah take the same pleasure?

Or would Sarah - and just having them wank themselves off did rather seem a waste - take rather more pleasure with them? A more tactile pleasure by actually holding them. Would she say something about not wanting to see those things sticking up all over the place? Perhaps her intention to set them to an afternoon's gardening. Yes, an afternoon's naked gardening as punishment but, and an important 'but,' after the semen had been extracted. Even then the young lads would be recharged before the afternoon's end if not before. Well, if she liked; if she enjoyed the feel and sight, she might be able to extract the semen at each hour of the afternoon - each hour on the hour. Would they be up to that?

Compulsory wanking, really tiring them out - not just from the gardening! Perhaps at the third hour the lads flagging and even with Sarah's naked body before them not able to 'get it up.' Perhaps Sarah would resort to fellatio - would take pleasure in sucking on the young penises and that might well bring both a stand and a thin ejaculation from each. At the fourth hour:

"You can fuck me if you like."

But they can't - they can't get it up! As she so well knew. "Well, you'd better go home then!"

Matthew did not want to imagine the boys going home. He was enjoying his thoughts and happy to imagine a different scene. Sarah still starting off by teasing the boys - yes, taking them in hand and wanking them - telling them to tell her if they are about to cum and then simply not finishing the job. The boys getting so worked up but not brought to release. Brought to the edge again and again - just as Matthew was doing to himself in his bed! Perhaps until their balls ached!

Would Sarah enjoy seeing the boys groaning in frustration? The lads loving being wanked, even all together, by this attractive middle aged woman but their penises so taut, so swollen with excitement and their balls so tender and aching from the need to come, that they plead with her to touch for a little longer next time it is their turn.




Hide and Seek Pt. 04



Matthew smiled. Would Sarah simply fondle, even squeeze a little, those tender hanging ball sacks?

Then told as punishment - further punishment - they are to do some gardening. The boys going off to the shed to collect the tools but so embarrassed to be walking together with their own tools standing proud and seemingly unwilling to subside.

Matthew imagined Sarah, a cruel smile on her face - not that he was quite sure what a cruel smile was with Sarah! - watching them coming back from the shed with their penises still standing and spades and forks in their hands.

Nice for her to go back to her sunbathing and perhaps reading her book as the lads worked naked around her. A pleasant sight for her to watch when not reading. Nice to imagine her teasing them by the simple act of opening her legs a little. Enjoying watching the young cocks grow once again. Such a pleasant sexual control! The erections coming and going - like yoyos, up and down, up and down!

Funny to think of Sarah, his really lovely wife, engaged in sexually teasing. Perhaps getting up to see how their work is going and her hands casually fondling the boys - she would not even need to touch their cocks unless she chose to. A little fondling of their bottoms would be enough. The boys so unable to help their erections however she touched them. Their cocks simply growing as she touched their bodies and nothing they could do about it.

And then going back to her book, her hand perhaps lazily playing between her thighs resulting in the young erections just refusing to go down. Such control, such teasing frustration for the boys. The boys weeding the flowerbeds erect and so excited!

Matthew sometimes had a little quiet wank after Sarah went to sleep or even, as he was doing that morning, after Sarah had headed off to work but just occasionally he had felt her too moving in bed. Perhaps he had gone to sleep too quickly and she had wanted to be amorous and he had not realised or perhaps she had woken from a pleasant and erotic dream and finished the job off. What did she think about he wondered: certainly she did not ask him what he thought about (perhaps just as well!).

But once, many years ago, they had sat opposite each other in their lounge, dressing gowns open and done it together as they watched the other. It had been good to see but Sarah had not wanted to repeat the experience. Perhaps he might ask her again...

It was certainly a sexy thing to see and would tease the lads in the garden. He could not but imagine Sarah would enjoy seeing the erections rise one by one and know she was causing the reaction. How sexy could she make her display? Perhaps she would wank them with a hand wet from herself or tease them by lubricating their foreskins with a finger glistening with her own wetness. He could almost imagine their gasps at that. But surely she would want to fuck - do the real thing, feel the young penises where it really counted?

Well, wouldn't she? Wouldn't Sarah want to take advantage of those three young lads and their fine upstanding young erections. He knew he would - well not with the lads and their penises: but he had, after all, done just that with the young girls, the fine young girls and their fine wet vaginas! He had invited the naked girls in for a Coke. Would she? Would she be naked in the kitchen with - as he had been - three young people all naked as well. Would Victor comment on how lovely the garden was and how good it must have been for hide and seek. Would Sarah confirm and then Victor suggest a game with Sarah as 'it'? The same scenario as actually happened but the sexes in reverse.

Sarah standing on the lawn with her eyes shut and the boys then free to ogle her unseen before running off to hide.

What would the rules be? For him they had been for him to count to a hundred before seeking and he was only permitted to search erect. Matthew's hand moved pleasantly; how wonderful it had been playing hide and seek and hunting out young girls around his garden whilst erect and knowing when he caught them he had to, as Vickie had so elegantly put it, 'fuck' them; though not to his climax as there had to be no internal release of his, then, fertile semen. Things had been different on the sleepover. He had been able to release with no worries!

But what for Sarah? For the man as hunter he had, as Vickie had described it - and he certainly remembered that expression - his 'big weapon.' A man could push that into the girl and clearly 'win.' It would be somewhat more difficult for Sarah to push a penis into her - or would it? Would the lad having been touched, been caught, be obliged to be docile, hands placed behind his back, as Sarah enjoyed his erection and emptied the semen from his penis whichever way she chose - perhaps vaginally, it was, after all, an appropriate receptacle!

He imagined Sarah setting out the rules, "I close my eyes, count to a hundred and then come seeking. If I catch you, and just a touch will do, your penis is mine. Your cum is mine for the taking. Agreed?" Matthew could imagine them hardening at that. There would be sex, enforced sex; it would be fun and perhaps unexpected. Wonderful, he thought, for Sarah to see the effect her words had.

Or would it be the other way around. Sarah the hunted. The boys, like him, made to hunt erect. A danger in that if she hid too well the lads, on the hair trigger of youth, might come too soon - spurting as they hunted. So easy when maintaining an erection to overdo the wanking or just finding the sheer excitement of the naked hunt too much and spontaneously ejaculating. Matthew knew just how exciting naked hide and seek was. The incredible thrill of the hunt. The quarry - young girls to fuck. He could not imagine it would be any different for the lads, Just too exciting for them, perhaps, and potentially resulting in wasted ejaculations in the open air. A disappointment for Sarah!

Would she really do that? He had played with the girls, but would it be different for her? Would she even have called them over the fence but rather just told them to go away?

Would Sarah feel the same way about the hunt? Sarah as naked huntress. She would not be so much hunting erect - though her nipples and clit might well be standing - as hunting wet! Yes, with that warm and wet feeling between her legs; hunting for something to fill a need - to fill her vagina! He had found the hunt just so exciting - it was difficult to think of Sarah not being just so turned on as well.

Would she find a little pink bottom between the compost bins as he had found Emma. A little male bottom, though. Would she creep up behind Euan as he had surprised Emma? A finger to his anus - such a shock - or a hand pushing between his thighs to hold his cock. A firm grasp and then Euan pulled backwards, pulled out by his cock.

"Caught!" And Matthew imagined Euan there, standing naked in front of his wife; and with his modest cock held in Sarah's hand.

"And what should we do about this?" Her eyes looking downwards.

Her hand would move, pulling at the foreskin as it fully erected for her. A politeness to a lady - perhaps...

"I do like your penis Euan." He could imagine Sarah being encouraging Such a nice shape." The ball of her thumb rubbing across the sensitive tip. Perhaps it moistening as she did that. "Shall we make it spurt now or would you like to wait and we'll see what we might do later." The moving thumb making the former so likely. 

Nice being fondled but what might come later!

Sarah leading him by his erection to the lawn; her hand exercising it the whole way. Funny to think of it going off in her hand. Young Euan unable to help himself. "Please Mrs Stamford, I..." Would she just let go of it and let it do its pumping thing or work it the harder? Would she like seeing it do its thing?

Another lad to find. More hunting naked as she left Euan caught and limp on the lawn to wait.

Just as he had done with Vickie, he imagined tall Daniel caught in the scented darkness of the cypresses. Her hands on his naked body pulling him, probably by his penis out into the light.

"Oh dear, Daniel, look what someone's done to your cock. Just a little snip and nothing to hide your knob. All there for everyone to see. It's a very big knob, Daniel, on a long, long stalk."

Perhaps Sarah might pull it down and let it spring up to show its rigidity. Enjoying the virility shown by the bounce. Did women like seeing an erection bound like that - like men liked to see breasts bounce? Would she do it more than once?

"It's really nice but I'm not hurting you am I? Dry rubbing is perhaps a good punishment for you, a naughty boy, peeking at me and letting your cock grow so big and hard." 

Perhaps a half playful slap to it.

Matthew smiled at the image of the poor boy having his unlubricated cock rubbed and fondled. If only some pre cum would come spilling out and run down but nothing showing.

"You need a little lubricating, Daniel. Don't tell the others but why don't you borrow some of mine. I'm all wet between my legs. Let me just put my fingers - there you are, see, lots of lubrication for your penis."

Matthew's hand moved enthusiastically as he imagined Sarah reaching under herself and then her wet fingers running teasingly down Daniel's penis wetting it. Her fingers gently stroking and exciting. Fingertips wet and slippery. Particularly wetting the knob - making it almost glow in the sunlight.

"It'd be even easier if... don't tell the others but just stick it in and get it nicely wet."

Matthew imagined Sarah putting one foot up against the trunk of a tree exposing her sex and Daniel, with great excitement, stepping forward. No need to fumble around as he would be able to see exactly where to put it. Sarah's lovely sex all opened and exposed for him. Perhaps he had not seen such a thing before for real. Sarah so enjoying the feel of a firm young cock firstly on and then actually in her sex. Daniel being a little greedy but, finding Sarah not stopping him, pushing himself all the way on into the lovely warm wetness. A new experience; a very nice new experience, a so very nice warm, wet, experience; offered and then done so easily; one moment his genitalia being fondled and then, the next, actually in his neighbour's lovely wife; a wonderful new experience - possibly a too nice new experience!

A gasp, a surprised look on his face.

"Daniel - what are you doing? Don't you dare!"

Sarah pushing him away from her but his now nicely lubricated cock is already spurting.

Perhaps Sarah enjoying the sight of the young boy freely ejaculating but pretending to be annoyed. Daniel's bottom smacked hard even as he is still coming or his ejaculating penis slapped!

"Go and wait on the lawn."

The last boy still to be found. Morgan's hiding place had been behind some bushes and then she had run off and Matthew had had the delight of running after her. It had been so exciting; running after the rather chunky, dark haired, naked girl and not simply with the aim of catching her but, moreover, knowing he could fuck her when he caught her. Would Sarah feel the same, the thrill, the sexual thrill of the chase? 

Matthew liked the image of his wife running naked. He had seen her before. That glorious run they had made along the empty beach many, many years before; and then they had fucked in the sand dunes before walking back along the sea's edge and swimming naked in the sea. It had been lovely.

Would she run with her boobs bouncing after the naked lad? Daniel, after all, would probably be faster and only caught if he wanted to be. But wouldn't he?!

Matthew liked the image of his wife running. He imagined the boy, dark and strong, looking behind and tripping over, sprawling on the ground; Sarah catching up with him and flipping him over on his back. The boy, Mervyn perhaps, lying there half stunned by his fall and pinned down by Sarah. Her hands on his arms, her knees pressing into his thighs, him looking up at her, squinting at the sun behind her as he is held down by this naked woman from next door. Her boobs hanging above him; her thighs wide open as her knees rest a little painfully on the muscles of his thighs and he can see her sex revealed.

Dark Mervyn, young but already with plentiful dark hair curling down his arms and legs and a great bush of hair between his thighs and, of course, rising - rising strongly - his manly organ, made the harder by having the woman so close. Sarah enjoying having the captured male pinned under her - the captured, naked and, quickly, very firmly erect young male. Would she perhaps want to secure him a little stronger, properly imprison him? She had already felt Daniel inside her. Surely she would want another?

Matthew could imagine Mervyn staring in disbelief as he watches Sarah's sex moving lower and lower until touching; a slow descent; the delicious feel of wet sex on his knob - seeing and feeling - and then the knob is absorbed. Mervyn's penis slowly being taken into custody until it is all imprisoned inside Sarah - fully taken. Sarah now sitting on his thighs, looking down at him as he stares at his dark curls mixed with her own. He can no longer see his penis. His manhood has been taken from him, absorbed into Sarah's body. Perhaps it has never been in a woman before. Matthew could imagine his amazement that such an organ could be fully taken inside a woman.

"Caught!" He imagined Sarah saying and, indeed, Mervyn was well and truly caught. But he was hardly resisting arrest.

Matthew imagined Sarah moving, riding cowgirl, enjoying the feel of a second erection - wonderfully firm, a real solid pole to slip up and down upon. The sliding, up and down movement pleasurable to both. "Mmm, that's nice. Don't you dare cum though. Don't you dare release your semen, you naughty boy." 

But poor Mervyn - or perhaps not so poor Mervyn - would have no choice in the matter. Matthew could imagine just how wonderful the feeling was - and the whole scenario - being force fucked by his lovely wife. Her wide hips rising and falling, up and down. Mervyn able to see his trapped erection appearing and disappearing as well as feeling the movement - a connection between them. And above him Sarah's fine breasts swaying as she moves.

Matthew could imagine Euan and Daniel coming up and watching the sight, crouching to see the connection. Just fascinated by the what they were seeing.

Matthew's hand moved enthusiastically as he imagined Sarah bouncing steadily up and down - just as she had with him so many times - perhaps her own hands to her breasts, pulling at her nipples, as she was wont to do when excited.

"I'm sorry Mrs Stamford, I can't... I'm going to... oh, wow!"

And, as in his mind Mervyn's cock sent great splashes of semen all over Sarah's cervix, Matthew too joined with him for real and came, but all over his own tummy. Long lovely spurts.

Matthew lay there breathing heavily. It had been quite a wank! What a fun thing to have been thinking of whilst playing with his cock. Though, thinking post orgasm, would he really be happy to have another man - young imaginary Mervyn - splashing his semen on his wife's cervix as he had just been imagining? But, fuck, it had been quite a wank! He looked at his semen all over his tummy, just starting to run down one side. It was not now the moment for, say, Morgan to ring the doorbell... No indeed. She would be just a little too late. A few minutes earlier and... never mind - hopefully another time!