Hide and Seek Pt. 09

Meanwhile Matthew and his own penis were not idle. With no idea that Sarah was busy applying a 'sauce for the goose' naughtiness of her own, Matthew had readily agreed to Vickie's ideas of what they all might do. Vickie could not really be blamed. Matthew had mentioned Sarah's impending absence and Vickie had certainly suggested Matthew should not be left alone to mope or something.

"Shall we come around for a sleep over? Do you think we could be five in a bed?"

Matthew had thought it not possible before when at the Royston's and had slept with just Vickie and Charlotte in Vickie's double bed whilst Charlotte and Emma had slept in sleeping bags on the floor, but Sarah and his bed was not simply a double, it was 'king-size'. A squash perhaps but, well, he could always leave them sleeping and use the spare room -- after... yes, after!

Vickie seemed to presume the other girls would be free and available to come around to hers and thence to the Stamford's house via the tree. Presumptuous maybe but, nonetheless, it did seem they were indeed able to get away for a sleepover at Vickie's, only the sleeping would not be at Vickie's rather at her mature neighbour's and, which would have more than shocked all those parents, Matthew Stamford would be very much sleeping with them; not just in another room to keep an eye on them and make sure they did not get up to mischief. He would neither be in another room nor seeing they would not get up to mischief; instead, he would be very much the centre of the mischief. Naked Mr Stamford and four teenage girls.

"Be naked when we come in, please," Vickie had asked, "it's so sexy."

He was preparing a salad when the girls all arrived. Vickie had asked for a light supper and that was what he had been preparing. He had showered and come down the stairs naked and had put on an apron in the kitchen to set to work. Perhaps it was the nakedness, apart from the apron, but he kept finding sexual connections in the salad. Even the lettuce, bright green rather than pink, but its frills reminding him of frilly sexual lips. Of course, the big green cucumber was even more direct -- like a great big, curving dark green cock. Being wrapped in tight clear plastic Matthew could not miss the similarity to a condom -- penis wrapped in latex, cucumber in plastic. He wondered why cucumbers always seemed to be wrapped in plastic. What was the purpose? (apparently, he discovered on researching the question, it stops them losing moisture on the grocery shelf, prevents bruising and damage and keeps decay-causing oxygen out). Matthew unwrapped two, washed them and sliced one, wincing slightly -- again at the connotation. Matthew stood in his kitchen, holding the second cucumber, holding it an erection angle -- might he perhaps use that on the girls? The thought of four naked girls on his counter-top with open legs and accommodating pussies most pleasing. How would they like it if he was to 'cucumber-fuck' each in turn. It was a pleasing idea and Matthew easily erected to it, his trusty organ very much mimicking the cucumber, though not in its dark green colour. Condom on or condomless? Plastic on or plastic off?

Tomatoes, plum shaped ones so very testicle like; spring onions -- vaguely phallic; asparagus -- well, a little more than obvious; green and red peppers chopped -- perhaps not with any connotation at all, until he drew out the long, red, pointed one from his salad drawer; ah, carrots -- definitely phallic and so suitable for use on young and excited pussies!

The vegetables, other than the frilly lettuce, seemed to have more about the male sexual organs than the female. Not at all so when it came to figs; opened, the juicy, pink-purple interior looked very vulvic, all ready for a half-peeled banana -- perhaps.

It was when he came to the dressing for the salad that Matthew really got a bit too excited. His penis would not go down, and the rubbing against the apron as he moved became annoying. He undid and removed it leaving him naked and erect. Not as you normally see men in the kitchen. Matthew's recipe for a thick, creamy salad dressing called for thick Greek yogurt, feta cheese, juice of a lemon, a grated clove of garlic, extra virgin olive oil, and a little water all whizzed up and blended to a creamy consistency; runny enough to drizzle onto the salad, and looking remarkably like fresh cum. In his mind a TV chef, a pretty woman perhaps like Sarah, talking about salads and especially dressings and saying her favourite dressing was a little bit naughty, not because it was particularly fattening or had sugar in it or sherry or brandy but uses a particular natural ingredient...

"I like mine not cold from the refrigerator -- one I had prepared earlier -- but all warm and freshly drizzled." She looks straight at the camera, "It's cum. Most of you will have some around the house, may even have your own. Now here is Johnny, I did, for speed, prepare him earlier!" Into the camera shot walks a fine young man, as naked as Matthew and, indeed, as erect. There on camera a stark-naked man with his generative organ fully erected, his foreskin well down and his twin balls hanging pulling their sac well down. "Now take your cock, important to have it handy and ready just before serving, best well prepared -- kept at a rolling boil if you like -- and then just wank it over your salad." Her hand clasping as she spoke and moving the foreskin up and down, smiling and nodding at the camera. "It's all a bit like using a piping bag for icing, you just need to practise and aim well."

The camera capturing the moment, perfectly done, no second chance, no second 'take' possible; the penis spurting its creamy dressing all over the salad. Is the young man a Greek, producing a Greek dressing? Matthew's recipe with that Feta cheese, Greek yogurt and Mediterranean ingredients certainly was Greek. Plentiful cum pouring out on camera, splashing on the lettuce and liberally spread all over the salad, the TV cook's hand moving, the dressing all warm and, perhaps, delicious!

A tap at the windowpane and there were the girls. Matthew had missed them coming over the fence using the tree. A pity, as he liked seeing the girls all stretched and with their legs hanging. Not that all were in skirts but girls' legs in jeans are still quite pleasing. Vickie there with a big grin, her pony tail hanging down behind her white blouse, a blouse well pushed out at the front, she in light blue jeans with orange stitching; little Emma in green tee shirt and pleated green skirt, the green so going with her mass of copper curls; stocky Morgan in blue blouse and brown skirt with her strong legs looking so good beneath the hem, massed black hair all loose; Charlotte in neat fawn trousers under a red top, her short, fair hair decorated by a leaf from the tree -- not that she was aware of that. Matthew, on the other hand, dressed in nothing at all as he came to let them in. Cucumber in one hand, his male appendage rising up before him, opening the door for them. A quite charming CFNM scene, really. The naked older man caught erect by young, clothed women. No gasps or eyes turned away in embarrassment or disgust, indeed, quite the opposite.

"Oooh, that does look nice," exclaimed Vickie in her usual, straight at it way, "very green," she added with a giggle, her eyes on the cucumber.

"Come on in," said Matthew, "I'm just preparing supper."

They filed past him, each stroking his cock as they passed. Young feminine hands familiar with his standing, hard appendage -- each had had it in her vagina and in her mouth and, certainly, her hand before.

Lovely to sit around the table with the girls. Matthew insisting on putting a shirt on. Just not done to sit down to eat bare-chested, but nothing he was aware of in his book of etiquette, learnt of course from his mother, about wearing trousers or anything else down below. So very pleasant to occasionally find the girls either side of him, Emma and Morgan, reaching and massaging, it was rather more than just stroking, his penis. He did not have a continuous hard on, but he certainly erected more than once. A pleasant repast for all, not too heavy if they were all to engage in sexual activity later -- and that was the plan. So, no treacle tart or sticky toffee pudding to finish, but a rather good tub of vanilla ice-cream and hot chocolate sauce made by melting a real chocolate bar.

"Can we dip you, Mr Stamford? It'd be lovely," Vickie licking her lips.

"Dip what?" Matthew not as quick on the uptake as was usual.

"Your penis -- in the chocolate!"

Matthew having then to stand up and spread his legs whilst the girls brought the bowl of warm, melted chocolate upwards to his soft, hanging penis. A slow raising so that just the peeled, domed knob was dipped, the chocolate neatly stopping just beyond where the splay finished, and the glans curved out and inwards to meet the shaft. His already smooth glans penis now covered in a smooth, flawless coating of shiny chocolate. Matthew's cock all pink, his knob a rich, deep brown colour.

The bowl lowered and the chocolate cock admired.

"Looks yummy," said Emma.

"Perhaps we should dip it all," suggested Morgan.

But dipping was going to become difficult. Perhaps it was the warmth of the dip, maybe the girls' appreciation, or maybe Charlotte's hand tickling his balls, but Matthew's penis grew once again and rose up, wonderfully not at all disturbing the chocolate. Quite the contrary, being liquid it accommodated the swelling glans keeping it all chocolate covered and shiny. No mess, just a perfectly coated penis-head. 'Enrobed' in chocolate as it might say on a box of chocolates; something like, 'A succulent, candied cherry, double-enrobed in milk and dark chocolate' or 'Real stem ginger crystallised and enrobed in fine Belgian chocolate' or even 'Melt in the mouth chocolate, hiding something special inside'.

Matthew pulled his shirt off, not wishing to spoil the cock by its edge catching the chocolate, and so there he was, naked, erect and with a shiny chocolate knob.

"So yummy," said Emma again, "it'll be lovely to lick or really suck."

Emma who had thought men and women did not do 'that', now enthusiastic at the idea. Girls like chocolate, of course.

"Chocolate with a surprise fondant filling," suggested Vickie, "would you like that Emma, or you Morgan?" Neither of the girls had yet let or perhaps made Matthew come in their mouths.

"Wouldn't be peppermint, would it?" Morgan wryly commented in reply. "Mmmm, yes I could do that but..."

The 'but' being the idea was for five in a bed sex later and it would not really do to make Matthew ejaculate at that point. Girls want a stiff one in bed!

"... but a lick would not go amiss!"

"It just looks so... not a drip or a run... just perfect," said Charlotte, here eyes fixed and admiring, "a shame to spoil it. Imagine if it set to a hard shell that you had to break through!"

"Too warm to set," mused Vickie, "I can't see Mr Stamford leaving it in the freezer to let it get really cold! Come on, girls, let's all lick."

And they did, so careful not to get the chocolate on their clothes but keen to put their tongues to Matthew's chocolate knob. Not so much 'Fry's Turkish Delight' as 'Stamford's Dick Delight'. It came with some risk, if the girls were too chocoholic, that 'Fry's Chocolate Cream' might indeed be the result, or rather Matthew's 'cream', the girls certainly getting Matthew's 'Bounty'. They were careful, they wanted to save the cream until later, they licked carefully all around the chocolate knob, licking all the chocolate away.

"Can we... again?" asked Emma, her eyes sparkling. The whole thing seemed really to have caught her imagination. "Can we dip it... all?"

The potential for it to get terribly messy. Chocolate gets on clothes and melts and stains so easily. Drop a small piece when biting into a chocolate bar on warm jeans and the next thing you know, it has melted and is quite a bother to wash off with a wet cloth. Easy to get on a blouse or shirt. The girls were sensible. They undressed; four naked girls warming the chocolate once more, ensuring it was runny and warm, just right for dipping. Dipping a whole penis and balls.

The girls in charge, four naked girls telling Matthew what to do. Four naked girls positioning the naked man over the bowl of warm, melted chocolate, positioning his generative organs. First to be dipped -- chocolate eggs! A warm chocolate scrotum, and then, because his penis just would not soften, Emma ladling the warmed chocolate, sauce like, over the length of his erection, covering it, bathing it in warm, delicious chocolate. The warmth lovely for Matthew, quite exciting, indeed almost with a risk that there might be a sudden creamy eruption out of the smooth poured chocolate. That did not happen, and the girl's pouring left the head as smooth and chocolate covered as before, and, indeed, the shaft, just a few chocolate drips returning from the penis to the bowl.

"Wow," said the girls. Chocolate and stiff cock -- two favourite things - what more could girls want?

"Go on," suggested Matthew, "dip your nipples." Easy enough for Vickie with her big boobs, easy to lower a boob at a time into the bowl and make her areolae browner than normal, perhaps even more delightful to suck than usual! More difficult for little Charlotte, but, again, the spoon brought into use with Charlotte lowering herself down so her nipples could meet the spoon's bowl. Four girls soon with chocolate nipples -- yes 'Chocolate Buttons'!

It was all getting messier and had the potential to get messier. It was best the action had moved to the kitchen where the floor was vinyl, not carpet. Drips of chocolate were starting to... drip. It would be worse if Matthew suggested pouring the melted chocolate on the girls, perhaps in their tummy buttons but more likely on their pussies. Charlotte's bare quim the best choice rather than getting chocolate in another girl's 'Curlywurlies'.

And, of course, he did suggest: Charlotte's chocolate quim. Matthew pouring carefully. At first just a few spatters around her slit, upon her mound, splatterings a little like cum as if Matthew was wanking over and coming on the girl. Splashes of cream, only it was not at all like that. Warm certainly, sticky and liquid too, but all warm chocolate. Of course, had it been warmed white chocolate... And then more pouring down, a hefty load! Running into Charlotte's slit and down.

"Oooh!" she went, "that's nice."

And did the other girls want to try -- or Matthew to pour notwithstanding the curly hairs? They did! Soon all the four had chocolate pussies; chocolate pussy cats indeed -- 'KitKats'!

It was time to get really messy. There was going to be a lot of clearing up afterwards. Matthew put down the bowl and let his fingers slip into Charlotte's 'KitKat', swirling his fingers. A 'Twirl' of his fingers between Charlotte's legs and then licking the chocolate from his fingers - 'Chocolate fingers' indeed!

Soon Matthew was between each of the girls' legs, licking and licking the melted chocolate so delightfully mixed with girl juice. Chocolate 'Munchies' perhaps. And that meant it was time for the girls to have a lick on Matthew's big chocolate cock. Not at all crumbly like a Cadbury's 'Flake', even if you could suck on it just the same -- and taste the chocolate. The girls' faces were so messy after they had each sucked and licked, chocolate all around their mouths, their breasts a reddy-brown where Matthew had been licking and sucking their chocolate nipples. Matthew was worse having plunged his face into all those melted 'KitKats'.

Nor could the girls resist Matthew's chocolate eggs, sucking them into their mouths, taking turns as there were only two not four!

Matthew working the girls with his sticky, chocolatey fingers, plunging his fingers, tickling their buttons. Little Charlotte suddenly going, "Oh, yes, yes, yes," standing there with eyes closed, her lips all chocolate coated -- both sets - and shaking in orgasm as Matthew's bunched fingers went up and down inside her. If only he had had one of the stiffer chocolate bars to hand, then he could have used that on her -- a 'Topic' perhaps, a 'Marathon' bar, or maybe a big, long 'Yorkie' bar -- 'It's not for girls' indeed! It would certainly have been for Charlotte.

Messy, chocolate faced girls playing with, licking and sucking upon Matthew's now less chocolatey but reddy-browned stained erection. There was going to be only one result. Those chocolate eggs were going to reveal their creamy filling!

"Let's see, let's see,' cried Vickie. The chocolate was again poured covering the swollen head of Matthew's penis perfectly. The smooth coating restored, the little slit hidden. And then Vickie started to stroke it, careful not to disturb the smooth chocolate knob, leaving that untouched, but there was plenty more of the penis for small, feminine hands to work on, to say nothing of the chocolate eggs.

Matthew's hands working Morgan and Emma as he too was worked. The result just as Vickie had wanted to see. A sudden eruption, a sudden fountaining of cum, bursting up out of the smooth chocolate coating of Matthew's knob, up into the air. Dramatic and the contrast of white 'fondant' cream and the rich brown of the chocolate impressive. Matthew breathing hard as subsequent shots of cum came out of his penis. Morgan too went into orgasm whilst Vickie and Emma's mouths went down to enjoy the novel taste of rich chocolate with lashings of salty cum. Emma too going into spasm as she licked and Matthew's fingers worked their magic.

"Please fuck me," a plaintiff request from the still un-orgasmed Vickie. She would need to be quick. Matthew still had an erection, but it would not last. Chocolate and cum smeared, it swung around and out of Emma's mouth as Vickie hopped up on a worktop and opened her so messy, chocolatey thighs. In it went and Matthew fucked hard, hoping to bring Vickie off before he softened and fell out, his penis melting away like a bar of chocolate left in the sun,

Sex is always rather messy. Very much about liquids -- cum, pussy juice and saliva (and possibly milk if the woman is lactating! Not usually involving liquid chocolate though -- and that certainly added to the mess -- considerably. Was the warm smell of chocolate rather sexual -- well maybe, perhaps even probably. And who was the last to taste chocolate before they all went to shower and clean up. Well, it was Matthew whose penis did indeed soften and disengage from young Vickie before she had come, and being a good host he was down with his mouth between her legs licking more chocolate into his mouth -- and pussy juice, and... his own cum. He could taste the salt! Vickie did come; her chocolate button did not melt, try as Matthew did to lick it away. It was a lovely, lovely orgasm. A giggly sort of orgasm as she sat on the worktop grinning away at her friends with Mr Stamford trapped between the soft flesh of her thighs. What a warm, tingling, almost explosive at the end, feeling inside her.

That was some pudding course. Not at all as planned. Matthew had not expected to ejaculate until bedtime. Five in a bed sex had been in prospect. Might that now not happen? Would he be up for it -- given he would have the four young women in his bed? For the moment shower time, a need to wash away all that chocolate. Hands chocolate stained, faces chocolate stained and, indeed, much of five naked recently orgasmed bodies still bespattered and dribbled with soft, sticky, get everywhere chocolate. Even touching light switches, door handles or brushing walls a risk. They all trooped upstairs carefully for a thorough -- inside and out as far as the girls went -- shower. And then there was quite a bit of clearing up to do in the kitchen. It had been fun -- but was it really worth it?

They played naked 'Monopoly', not that there was anything special about 'Naked Monopoly' just that it was played naked. Not like 'Strip Poker' or naked 'Twister', it was just 'Monopoly.'

Going up to bed, though, was rather special. Going up to bed with four young women, all naked, and knowing they were all going to sleep in his bed -- with him. A more than pleasing idea for the average man, though, maybe, the average man would not be so ambitious in his thoughts and would settle for just the one young woman! The earlier chocolate ejaculation did not dampen his enthusiasm and certainly did not do that to the girls -- they were all just so 'damp'. Nothing terribly special about the sex, if you did not count a middle-aged man having four late teens in his bed at once as special. Nothing 'kinky' or unusual in the sex. Plentiful cunnilingus, certainly a little fellatio and all four vaginas stuffed with his penis, at least for a little time each. More of the same in the morning before his guests went back over the fence.

Morning showed through the curtains when Matthew awoke; Sarah due to return that very evening. Matthew lay in his bed looking at the ceiling and contemplating getting up. Unfortunately, he was alone. The pleasures of five in a bed sex had not extended to a second piling into his bed the night after, it would have been a surfeit, surely, of young female flesh. Nonetheless he had rather hoped that Vickie might have come alone the next evening. Vickie more than a handful on her own for Matthew. He would have enjoyed the rough and tumble with just her and her young body. Certainly, a handful, she would have brought two ample handfuls at her chest! But no, there was no young lady in his bed the last night and not a single one in his bed that morning.

It would certainly be good to have one down the bed at that moment, even if he was not sure which one! In his mind he chose Morgan, she of the strong thighs and massed dark hair. Thinking practically, it would be important to ensure no stray hairs remained in the bed for Sarah's teacher eagle eye to spot, whether long, dark and waving or short, dark and curly. He planned on changing and washing the sheets during the day, making sure, again, there were no traces of the girls in the house.

His mind settled on the lovely Morgan, not so dark and mysterious to him now; he was rather more familiar with her and her body than he had been. Good to think of her in his bed or by his bed. Pyjamas, nightie, sleep shorts or just knickers. His eager mind chose green panties, imagining her pussy freshly wet from rubbing, coming to see him because she just could not quite make herself come, needing a man. Wonderful to imagine her by the bed in just green panties, her bosom bare and her nipples extended with arousal asking him to 'pleeeese finger me!' His fingers reaching out and touching the green material, feeling the spring of her dark curls beneath, worming his way under the elastic and into Morgan's hot, moistness; fingering her by the bed. Might he bring her off as she stood there, might she bend her head down towards his penis and fellate. Might her enthusiasm get the better of her? Might she come as she sucked?

"Keep sucking, Morgan, yes like that, I'm going to... take my cum, take my cum!"

Oh, please, yes! Great thoughts in his mind. No question the greatest sex organ is the mind. Matthew imagining his cock spurting in Morgan's mouth rather than the reality of it going all over his stomach. Spurting free rather than between Morgan's lovely and sensual lips.

Matthew lay there, post coital -- well, post wank anyway. Would Morgan, though, would she drink him? She had certainly seemed enthusiastic about sucking, before that absurd idea of Vickie's to fuck all the girls separately to ejaculation within a day. Ah, now, that was an idea, all the girls sucking him off within a day; him pushing his cock into each of their mouths over the course of a single day and filling them -- well, a little less full on each successive ejaculation! Might he do that? Would they be game? Was it an idea to put into Vickie's mind. It could all happen anywhere, much easier, really, than sexual intercourse, even if Morgan and he had copulated in a cupboard at a party. All it required was a quick whipping out of -- just the end really -- of his penis and lips applied. No undressing, it could almost be done in quite public places.

It might have been thought that Sarah's return would rather put a stop to Matthew's regular games with the girls but not a bit of it. Vickie lived next door, the other three girls and she seemed to be very much in each other's pockets and all four seemed very happy to play games with Mr Stamford and, indeed, have him regularly put his hand and, indeed, penis in their 'pockets'.

Matthew picked Sarah up from the station. She seemed full of what had happened at the training course, almost surprisingly keen to talk about the lectures and activities, and the meals she had had. She even talked about the balcony to 'her' bedroom and how lovely it had been to stand out in the dark with nothing on. It was an invitation really to copulate later, the two of them warm and snug in their bed, and they had done just that. A big bed with plenty of room for a married couple to cuddle, kiss and do other things between fresh sheets. Matthew had made the bed well; Sarah was pleased to note. Indeed, the house had been almost spring cleaned. It seemed he had been a good boy whilst she was away.

It was not a lonely life working from home. Matthew had experienced office life, knew the people he worked with and found it easy enough to talk to them on the phone and go into the office if needed. Not the socialising over coffee or tea, or going out with colleagues at lunchtime, but it did all give him the opportunity for socialising with Vickie and her friends.

How good to hear one summer's morning when he stepped out of his house with his 'elevenses' mug of coffee to hear Vickie next door. Pleasant to chat through the fence as if they were sitting side by side.

"Can I show you something down the garden?" the girl asked. Now there could have been a rather risqué reply to that, indeed Matthew rather hoped something along those lines was exactly what she wished to show, rather than perhaps a damaged fence panel or a bird's nest. It proved to be a knot hole in the panelling, quite a large knot hole, a 'live' one that had fallen out. Amusingly they could both look through it -- an eyeball either side, blinking and looking.

"Have you anything else to show me?" Matthew being hopeful. More than happy to see one or two of Vickie's boobs or something more. Vickie had other ideas and was quick to suggest:

"Go on Matthew, I dare you. Stick it through. All of it, balls and all."

The edges of the knot did not look sharp, it would be quite a squeeze to get his balls through as well, one first and then the other. He was not sure it could be done.

"I couldn't, the hole's too small."

"You could. Wouldn't you like to be sucked?"

"Well, yes."

It would be much better if Vickie simply climbed over the fence, a lot less bother, "I'm drinking my coffee, where would I put the mug?"

He put it down on an upturned flowerpot, he was going to need both hands to manipulate it all through.

"Go on, unzip." Vickie's eye watching him through the knot. "Oooh yes, here it comes!"

Vickie watching him come closer to the fence, his penis and balls hanging out of his jeans. No doubt watching as Matthew lifted his penis and pointed it at the hole, keeping his foreskin well up to cover the sensitive membrane of his glans. The purpose of the foreskin being to protect, though perhaps not many men needed to guard against sharp edges of timber knotholes! As he pushed through, he wondered if Vickie had had to move backwards quickly to avoid being poked in the eye! With his fingers he lifted first his left ball and pushed that through next to his penis and then the right until he was right up against the fence, penis and balls through the hole, as intimate with the fence as he had been with Vickie -- several times!

A giggle from the other side of the fence, "That looks just so... silly. Cock and balls without the man! I wonder...."

Vickie's fingers all over it, the very reason Matthew had been prepared to stuff it all through. So good to feel and with the wholly natural result that blood pumped and he erected, his shaft swelling and growing; growing one side of the fence and his stem expanding to fill the knot hole trapping him -- as he knew it would. Without becoming flaccid again, Matthew was intimately stuck, unable to separate himself from sexual congress with the fence -- and whatever Vickie chose to do with penis and balls her side of the fence.

The manipulating fingers ceased, and he heard Vickie's voice, "It's like a coat peg. A hat and coat peg -- it really is... Oh, no, here comes Mummy!"

Panic from Matthew, and then he felt something upon his penis, covering it. What was it? Vickie's coat? Not heavy enough. It must be her hat, her floppy straw hat. Would that hide him enough? What if...

"It's all right," a giggle, "Mummy's not really here. They're out at the shops, I think."

Relief! Vickie's mother and father were not in, but the idea: the idea of Vickie hiding his cock by using it as a hat peg. Having to stand right up against the fence, unable to do anything else but stand still, knowing Mrs Royston was there and all between him and utter embarrassment was Vickie's straw hat. What if it slipped -- what if the strength of his 'peg' faltered? If he lost tumescence he would lose his protection, the hat would slip and what was hidden would be exposed. But, of course, Mrs Royston might well ask why Vickie had hung her hat up in the first place! Indeed, why was there some sort of peg low down on the fence?

"This is rather good Matthew. Cock without man. To be sucked, fucked or made to cum. I think I'll start with a suck. Mmmm!"

'Mmmm' indeed. The hat lifted and soft feminine lips sliding over instead. Lovely for Matthew to feel the enveloping lips and then the caress of Vickie's tongue.

Stuck though the hole there was no way he could get back until he deflated -- either by the actions of Vickie or perhaps her inaction. If she left him alone, he would gradually lose hardness and be able to carefully extract himself.

"You don't know who's here or anything. Morgan might be here, or perhaps I might have a man here, a boyfriend maybe." Another giggle, another suck. "You don't know if the next suck is Morgan, my young man or me, do you? Which would you like? It'll feel the same, won't it?" Good to be teased by the idea. Nothing Matthew could do about it. He was stuck. Mrs Royston could have a suck, Mr Royston could have a suck, Vickie's supposed boyfriend could try or, indeed, dark and gorgeous Morgan could slip her lips over him -- yes, please! She had mouthed him before but... Vickie's thoughts the same as his:

"Do you think Morgan might -- all the way? She hasn't swallowed, has she, you haven't come in her mouth, have you?"

"No... not yet." Would it be ever? He had certainly fucked her, slept with her -- done rather a lot with her, but not that.

"I wonder, would it be a fun game to, like when you fucked us all in a day, if you were to come in all our mouths in a day -- Emma, Charlotte, Morgan and me. Would you like that?" Perhaps to emphasise the pleasurable idea, Vickie's lips slid back over his cockhead, absorbing it and then more.

Would Matthew like that? Most certainly, it had been his idea indeed, and Vickie's fertile little mind had come up with the very same idea without him so much as suggesting it. He very much liked the thought of being fellated and, as well, to come in each of 'his' girls' mouths -- including Morgan -- it was just so what he wanted. Four girls on their knees perhaps or maybe lowering their faces down to his cock as he lay prone. All four of them, not together as a group, but at different times during a day. Four 'blow jobs' - four fellations. To Matthew that sounded a little like a 1960s soul group, maybe all sisters, maybe cousins, maybe just girl singers together: 'Matthew Stamford and the Four Fellations' -- not that Matthew could sing, but the idea certainly pleased.

"How about today? I could see if the girls are all free -- and willing. A quick phone call to arrange your appointments."

Like an appointment for a visit to the dentist? Hardly! Quite, quite different -- Matthew would be doing the 'filling'... though the girls would certainly be doing the 'extraction'.

But first Vickie needed to finish the current 'procedure'. Necessary before Matthew could undertake his own extraction from the fence. The soft lips returning once more, a gentle suction -- not to strong; a sliding motion so like the feeling of his cock in a vagina -- Sarah's, Vickie's or one of the other girls; and that probing, wriggling tongue -- that kept reappearing, kept teasing. Should Matthew warn? But Vickie was a big girl, she very much knew what was coming to her -- and it came. Glorious, free spurts out from him into, presumably, Vickie's mouth, such a good feeling as he stood naked and pressed against the old wooden fence, emptying his balls into her waiting, moving mouth.

The appointment with the other girls proved not arrangeable for that day, but for the day after. Best, really, as his experience with Vickie at the fence had taken place quite close to lunchtime, better if he was to achieve the four ejaculations (another pop group -- Knobby Cock and 'The Four Ejaculations' perhaps! With the group's hit song, 'Once, twice, thrice, four times in a lady') in a day. The arrangement made that Matthew would be down his garden early -- 5am in the morning -- at that knothole again. It had been good the first time; it would be good again and easy to undertake with Sarah still asleep in bed.

The advantage of an alarm watch, Matthew could be awoken without waking his wife; could sneak downstairs, open the door and patter out in bare feet into the still dark garden and across the dew-soaked grass of the lawn, not naked but still in pyjamas. Just a hint of the dawn chorus as the light was beginning to creep onto the treetops. Matthew knew where to find the knot even in the dark; already experienced at pushing his cock and balls through the fence; not really feeling it was a strange thing to do. Even if it was! With his organs through the fence he stood there waiting. Seemingly Vickie was not yet in position, indeed she might not even be awake and the whole plan about to go awry. He only thought it would be Vickie, she had not actually said it would be, had only stated the time and place. Conceivably it could be one of the other girls hurrying on her bicycle along the dark, suburban roads with a mission. An early morning sip, not of water, before returning to bed and sleep. A hot drink, rather than water indeed, but not tea.

Or even a complete stranger? Matthew knew there was a kink some men had, to be sucked off by a stranger -- and other men and perhaps women who enjoyed sucking (or more) a disembodied cock. A strange kink but was not standing at his garden fence with his cock and his balls pushed through to the other side waiting to be fellated not a bit odd too? Odd but arousing enough for Matthew to feel himself erecting, becoming stuck in position -- trapped until he became flaccid again.

All of a sudden, a brushing feeling to his swollen knob. An insect landing? A bird perhaps thinking it an unusually large worm to fly away with -- or to peck! But, no, it was a tickling tongue. Good to know the Roystons did not have a dog! Tongue and then a hand, a small hand, he thought, holding him. Then the pressure of pursed lips before they opened, flower like, to admit him. A lovely, lovely early morning feeling. But was it Vickie? He whispered her name but no answer. Not easy to speak, of course, with your mouth full.

Indeed, was it Vickie? Rather exciting to not know which of the four fellatrices it was -- assuming it was one of his girls. Was it the same motions, the same technique, the same play as the day before? Not really but, there again, Vickie could be deliberately being different. Again, he whispered her name but no answer, just slow strokes up and down his length by so soft, and wet, lips; fingers plucking at his exposed balls, caressing them. Matthew stood there in bliss; so good to just have your genitalia played with; so good that there was nothing he needed to do -- indeed, could do; he was truly being milked, having his semen extracted -- an enforced ejaculation that was approaching steadily and relentlessly. Mathew building and building.

No sooner had he come than lips and fingers were removed and all was silent. Not a word from the other side of the fence. It could have been Mrs Royston -- or Mr Royston for that matter, or really anybody. Surely it was Vickie. And still there was nothing Matthew could do, not until his penis had subsided. He had to continue to stand there, knowing his penis was dripping the other side of the fence, suddenly conscious an early bird might indeed come and perch on his cock and drink from his seeping opening.

Finally, Matthew was able to pull first one and then the other ball through without too much discomfort and pull back his well sucked soft penis and tuck it all back into his pyjamas. One fellation down, four to go. Could he sneak back in bed for another hour's sleep?

Matthew saw Sarah off for work and settled down to his own papers, coffee by his side. An hour into the morning when he received a telephone call from Vickie saying he should take a walk that morning, even his route planned out for him. It would take him past the back of Charlotte's house, a pleasant little public footpath, meandering first between fields before returning to the edge of town where Charlotte's folk lived. Perhaps he was to go into Charlotte's garden, perhaps, if her parents were out, even up to her bedroom.

It was a pleasant thing to be able to do, just leave his work and take a break with a countryside walk. Good to pull on boots, lightweight walking trousers and a hat and set off. Especially good with the prospect of little Charlotte having a little lunchtime 'snack' from his penis. He had easily recovered his sexual enthusiasm following (probably) Vickie's early morning suck. However, striding across the fields and then coming up behind Charlotte's parents' house he saw in the garden not just Charlotte but Mr and Mrs Thompson as well. Charlotte waved and came to speak to him, standing one side of the laurel hedge, trimmed to slightly below chest height, and he the other. No sooner had he paused than he felt fingers at his trousers. That made him jump. Somebody was hiding in the laurel bushes. So, it was not to be Charlotte after all! Who was it unzipping him, who was it reaching in and pulling his penis out into the open? Matthew pressed a little closer into the laurels as he felt his soft penis being absorbed into a mouth.

And then Simon and Hilda Thompson came over to chat as well. An enquiry after his health, a comment on the weather and expectation that was the reason for his walk. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

Matthew complementing them on their garden -- the vegetable plot at the bottom clearly particularly fruitful that year. A discussion on compost and fertiliser, the relative merits of different garden implements, particularly spades -- all whilst young, presumably, female lips were sucking away on his own implement. And then another walker came along the path and stopped for a brief chat, Matthew pressing himself further into the laurels, ostensibly to let the walker pass but actually to hide the fact his flies were undone and his erect penis was sticking right out of his trousers, albeit mostly hidden within clasping lips. And so much was going on inside that mouth, the clearly nimble tongue swirling around his so sensitive and so swollen glans.

The walker moved onwards, completely unaware of the sexual act happening in the laurels.

"Would you care for a coffee?"

Matthew would like that but was in no immediate hurry to move, not without his penis being tucked away first. To reach down and pull it from the girl's mouth and tuck himself away would be just so visible to all of the Thompsons. He could not do that. Matthew would have to let nature take its course, let the girl make him come in her mouth. He made no move towards the gate and coffee, just kept talking. Not easy when rather delightful sensations are seething through your body from your stiff penis!

Fortunately, Hilda Thompson was speaking when it happened. Matthew smiling almost inanely as he felt the moment approaching, feeling the build-up and then the ecstatic release. Trying not to make any facial or other movement, certainly neither groaning or gasping. The only movement he made was a pulsing out of semen into a waiting but very mobile mouth and a quick glance at Charlotte. Her wink showing she knew just what was going on!

A final, very deliberate, suck and even before he had subsided Matthew felt himself being tucked away and his zip raised. He turned and walked to the garden gate and through it as if he had finally decided to move and come into the garden for coffee. All very pleasant sitting on the patio with the Thompsons drinking coffee and feeling very relaxed if a little prickly sweaty with the heat, his exertion whilst walking and especially his recent sexual excitement.

Lunch back home and then more work at his desk in the afternoon. Another not unexpected phone call from Vickie asking him to be at his desk at four o'clock. Why at his desk? He wondered if one of the girls would be arriving at his front door. At four he kept an eye on the window, his study, his office, having a view out over the street. Was one of the girls going to come and knock -- a visiting 'blowjob' service. Down the road the church clock struck four and his phone rang again. "Close your eyes," said Vickie down the phone. Behind him he heard the door to his study open. "Don't look," said Vickie, "just count to ten, then you can open your eyes."

It took some will power to just close his eyes and not look behind him. Counting to ten was rather like playing 'Hide and Seek' with the girls. "One, two, three, four..." He felt, but did not see, someone next to him and then the person crawling under his desk. "six, seven, eight." As out on his walk by the laurel hedge, Matthew felt fingers at his fly. Once again, he was being extracted, all soft and not really ready to be sucked. But once out of his trousers that was just what was going to happen. He felt a tongue, a licking tongue as his foreskin was pulled back for him. More delightful sensations from a (probably) different tongue. "... nine, ten." Matthew opened his eyes but there was nothing to see. No girl coming down his front garden path -- she was, after all, already under his desk!

What more can a businessman want - a secretary or, in this case, an almost schoolgirl, under his desk whilst he worked doing that special thing. How many secretaries have really done that for their bosses? Is it just a male businessman's fantasy or have a remarkable number of stocking or tights clad knees knelt on carpets beneath desks, or taken 'dictation' perhaps even writing shorthand as they suckled on a manly organ? How many secretaries have seen that as part of their job? Something more than ensuring appointments are made and kept, typing letters and bringing the boss his coffee or tea. And for how many did these special services extend to permitting the boss access to their vaginas; being conscious of their boss' particular foibles, even kinks, perhaps wearing especial and erotic underwear, knowing the boss likes silk, red cami-knickers or maybe thongs (indeed, maybe to wear himself!). Might, indeed, Emma Hatchard's dad or Charlotte Thompson's dad have a naughty secret vis-à-vis his own secretary. Not just Matthew, then, enjoying extra-marital activities. He was certainly enjoying what was going on under his desk. It had quite stopped his pen from writing. The ink would flow if he applied pen to paper, but he was rather concentrating on a different 'pen' and the 'ink' from that was certainly not a Royal Blue colour -- or made by 'Quink'.

"Is that nice, Matthew?" asked Vickie still on the phone. "Are you going to come in my friend's mouth. How soon? What does it feel like?"

Not a girl coming up his garden path but, all at once, Sarah driving in! Home unusually, indeed exceptionally, early; a wave from her to him and she was at the front door; worse, in his study before he could even come up with a plan. Perhaps secretaries got disturbed: 'Sorry, sir, I didn't know you were busy...' But this was even more serious! A peck on his cheek even as his penis was half in another woman's mouth. At least Emma, Charlotte or Morgan stopped her motion (it was not Vickie. She was on the phone).

"Oh, sorry, Matt, I didn't see you were on the phone."

Relief as Sarah left and he heard her going upstairs, the risk of discovery receding with each step. Beneath the desk the liquid movement on his penis began again with even longer strokes up and down. How soft and mobile girl lips could be!

On the phone, Vickie's voice, "Oh, I hadn't expected... I thought Mrs Stamford didn't come home until later. She didn't see...?"

"No, Vickie, nothing seen. Home early and..."

The lips were so tugging, so insistent, the girl's tongue so tickling. Matthew had already ejaculated twice that day but what with regular intercourse with Sarah and no less than four girls on occasion, plus his own hand sometimes, Matthew's penis was in a rather fine working state -- and was about to work again. The girl beneath the desk was building him to release, he had been close, but Sarah's arrival had rather set him back. Now the long, wet strokes were causing a creeping tightening of his scrotum, a feeling various glands and muscles were about to perform.

From the stairs a call, "Matt, would you like a cup of tea? Shall I bring it to you, or will you come?"

"I'll come," Matthew called. Indeed, he was very close!

Vickie heard it on the phone. Matthew was not speaking but his gasps and even moans revealing just what was happening beneath his desk. Delicious, wringing spasms and even some cum ejaculating into the mystery girl's mouth.

Matthew sat there for a few moments, eyes blinking rapidly, staring blankly out of the window. It had been good, different from the two earlier orgasms, more electric, a feeling of squeezing effort, eye tightening without producing much; a prolonged orgasm as he tried to ejaculate but was in reality quite empty -- a real squeezing of the bottle or tube.

He turned his chair and got up from his desk, walking towards the door and his wife preparing tea; he did not forget to tuck away his girl mouth wet penis. He was sure the girl would let herself out if he left her to her own devices, made sure Sarah stayed in the kitchen and did not go into the hall and the front door.

After tea and a long chat with Sarah about her day, he found on his desk a letter addressed to M. Stamford Esq. in Vickie's handwriting. Matthew reached for his knife and slit the envelope open:

'Behind the sports pavilion at the Rec. 11.30pm tonight!'

An appointment for Matthew's fourth fellation. He had come thrice that day. He was not up to it at the moment, not at all. Was he confident he could, later on, get a stand and, at least, produce something? It was hours away, seven hours or so. He could do it. He could! Perhaps it would be Morgan's turn. He knew she had tasted but not yet had a full 'load' in her mouth. She seemed a little unsure about that. Perhaps she would not make a good secretary! In reality she was, actually, aiming rather higher. If her 'A levels' were good enough she would be going to medical school.

Of course, he might already have come in Morgan's mouth. He did not know for sure that it had been Vickie through the fence that morning; he knew it was not Charlotte in the laurels but not who it actually was; he knew it was not Vickie under the desk, and thought it was probably not Morgan, much more likely to be little Charlotte or Emma -- more under the desk size!

Sarah was well asleep by 11.00am and had given no indication of wanting to copulate or do anything else before bed. Matthew had been careful to start watching a long film on the television to give him the excuse not to go to bed at the same time as Sarah, though he had popped in to give her a goodnight kiss. That all made him feel a bit of a cad -- avoiding sexual intercourse with his wife, knowing he was about to go off for an almost midnight assignation. But to keep it all within the day it would all need to be done by midnight!

Ever so quietly Matthew left his house, avoiding even the garden gate which might make a sound as he set off down the road towards the recreation ground. Ungated there would be no difficulty entering or walking the path to the pavilion. Who would be there? Would the girls be there 'en masse' or just a singleton? The pavilion was clear in the moonlight as he approached but the back of it was in moon shadow, all dark and mysterious -- like Morgan a bit! Was one of the girls already there, was she hiding, should he seek her out? Matthew stepped into the blackness.

A giggle, no two or was that more, and then hands, lots of them on his trousers, tugging them down, he had dressed in loose fitting clothing, hands over his stomach, hands on his bottom and certainly hands and fingers to his penis and balls. The girls were there 'en masse' indeed, at least three, possibly the complete set. Were they all going to take a suck -- 'Matthew and the Four Fellations' indeed. In the darkness he could not tell who was who, which girl was fondling his testicles, which girl was stroking his nipples, which girl was patting his bare bottom and whose young lips were pushing at his expanding knob. Matthew was indeed rising to the occasion, his well-used penis growing once more. An ache in his balls certainly reminding him that he had come thrice that day -- the ache not from the gentle girl fondling he was enjoying, not at all, just over-use! Lovely to feel his penis passed from girl to girl -- like girls sharing an illicit 'fag' behind the bike sheds or school pavilion. Doing something naughty out of sight -- and were they not doing that now? What would their parents have said!

Would it be Morgan to take his cum, his fourth ejaculation of the day -- or had she already? Had his semen already slipped down three of the girls' throats or maybe just the one -- or two? It had all been so secret, so hidden. His penis was passed, but Matthew had the feeling it was tending to stay in a single mouth, a deliberate returning to that mouth, not simply the 'pass the parcel' game. Matthew glanced at his watch, his arms and hands after all free, he was not doing anything to stimulate his own body. That was being done for him. He had tried touching the girls, seeing if he could slip his hands into jeans or under skirts but had been, unusually, rebuffed. Seemingly girl stimulation was not on the menu for the day. It could well be that Vickie, or Charlotte, the latter more than capable of coming up with odd ideas too, might announce a day of cunnilingus with his own stimulation off the menu in just the same way, his cock straining and wanting to join in the fun but just not being permitted -- entry to orifices refused!

The time approaching midnight, six minutes to go; six minutes for Matthew to ejaculate. Surely he could in that time, given the attention of four young women and especially their soft, warm, wet mouths.

When it came, Matthew's ejaculation, was as electric as the under his desk experience, such a pleasure to release yet again, to feel he was this time producing a fair amount, feeling the girl's tickling tongue right on his pee hole, tickling as he ejaculated. Fantastic! All in the dark, all in the quiet of the Rec and all into -- which of the girls' mouth?

Matthew walked home to bed, a bit of a spring in his step despite the lethargy resulting from orgasm. He had not seen the girls, still did not know who had taken his cum. He had been encouraged away, leaving the girls in the moon shadow, pushed away on his bare bottom, though they had then pulled his trousers up. What a day! All done so secretly, the girls all so hidden from him. They had sought him out and sucked him dry. It was a different sort of 'hide and seek'.