Hide and Seek Pt. 10

Despite Charlotte being as happy as the three other girls to be 'speared' by Matthew, and there was certainly no coercion on his part, Charlotte also had a regular boyfriend. Jon was as tall as she was short, a fine young man and, you would have thought, more than enough man for Charlotte. No need for an extra man, let alone middle-aged Mathew. Perhaps it was Vickie being persuasive, perhaps Charlotte just going with the flow, doing what her girl friends did, but it did rather seem more than that. Not as if Matthew acted as a surrogate big brother for her, perhaps he did act a little as an uncle in offering advice and warning, but what uncles regularly and comprehensively fuck their nieces?

It was certainly not Charlotte who was rather tongue tied when Jon and she came upon Matthew in town, just outside WH Smith's. Jon simply towered over Matthew. Charlotte introduced Matthew as Vickie's neighbour and that her parents were friendly with Matthew and Sarah. They shook hands. Jon of course had no idea Matthew not only had fucked his girlfriend but was continuing to do so even whilst they were going out. Matthew, for his part, could not help imagining them together, Jon effortlessly picking Charlotte up and plonking her atop his erect cock. And how big or rather long was that? Such a contrast between the two. Matthew got an erection thinking about them in WH Smith's and he was not even looking at the top shelf magazines; indeed he was looking at Classic Cars magazine.

It was as if Charlotte had seen into his mind. She came straight out, when he met her again a few days later, with, "You'd like to see us fucking wouldn't you?"

And, of course, he would. Charlotte so small, Jon so large. The contrast between them. He had to admit it would be some sight.

"You can hardly hide in my wardrobe: it's not big enough. Why don't I bring Jon into your garden, and you watch through binoculars?"

"Why my garden? Why would you bring him over the fence?"

More straightforward if it had been Vickie and her boyfriend. This was Charlotte going from a friend's garden not her own into his.

"Bit of fun. I'd get him -- us -- naked in Vickie's garden and then climb over as a dare." She giggled, "He won't turn down a dare. He's not like that. I'll get him to climb over when all hard. He's big you know, not that I'm saying... Yeah, that'll be fun -- a giggle. I can get him hard just like that. Would you like to see?"

To Matthew, it reminded him of his daydreams of Sarah and the lads and, of course, he said he would be more than happy to see that,

"I'll like seeing him using it on you, I'm sure, especially if it's as big as you say!"

"It is! I can't get it all in, I really can't -- thick and long! We'll do it in the centre of your lawn so you can watch absolutely everything."

Matthew was not sure how Charlotte arranged it all, or more likely it was Vickie who masterminded the plan. No doubt Vickie's parents out, as they often were, but how had Jon been persuaded to go into the garden with Vickie around? Had Charlotte said something to her like, 'Is it OK if I take Jon into the garden for a fuck'. Pre-arranged with Vickie of course. What would Jon have thought of the question? And then to get Jon to completely undress, perhaps not in front of Vickie, and then suggest he might like to climb over the fence naked into a neighbour's garden with Charlotte! Would Jon have been worried Vickie might be watching in secret -- or would that have turned him on? Unlikely he would have been so sanguine about knowing Matthew Stamford, the neighbour he had met once outside WH Smith's, was watching -- with binoculars.

Matthew stood there with those binoculars at the appointed hour. Would Charlotte manage it on time? Could she convince Jon no one was at home at the Stamfords? Matthew had even parked the car streets away to add to the deception and make it look like the house was deserted. He had checked he could not be seen standing at the window, with the curtains mostly drawn. It was dark inside and with the sun coming over the house there was no way Jon looking up at the house would see him standing there with the binoculars. Jon would not see the neighbour standing there as naked as he was and as erect (well, not quite as erect -- not as long!). Would not see him wanking. It was a bit inconceivable Matthew would not be doing that whilst watching the young folk at play.

At his bedroom window, Matthew shook his head in disbelief. He must have looked something like that when clambering over the fence himself in the past, but there was Charlotte's Jon not only in the tree but swinging across into his garden stark naked, absolutely not a stitch upon him and sporting the biggest erection Matthew had ever seen. To be sure he had not exactly seen many but... it was really big. Not perhaps as big as the imagined Roddy, but certainly bigger than his own. Charlotte had really got Jon to do it. She really had! To climb over naked and, moreover, erect. What a fine figure of a young man. He swung really well too, his arms holding on as he lowered his body. Did his cock not stick out?

Jon looked around him, as well he might. It must have taken some willpower, some spunk, to do what he had just done. How easy had it been for Charlotte to persuade him? Had the persuasion involved delving into his trousers? Difficult for a man to resist female requests with her hand stroking his cock! Jon's eyes were darting to the house, seeing the closed doors, the absence of any sign of life, certainly not seeing the naked man at an upstairs window; Jon looking left and right and down the garden, seeking out signs of danger or at least the risk of being observed. From the top of the fence, he would have seen how private the garden was. As private as the one he had left.

Below him, Matthew's penis also began to grow. A fellow feeling, perhaps, but further strengthening when Charlotte appeared above the fence. Little Charlotte equally naked, her small breasts with delightfully large areolae: each a milk, almost dark, chocolate brown. Lovely little nips in motion. Below her short feminine frame her hairless mons, her slit so visible in that lovely plump, fleshy mound, all looking so young although Charlotte was nineteen, older than the other girls; seeming far too young for what was waiting for her below, all stiff, upstanding and large. Was Matthew really going to witness Jon's organ pushing into little Charlotte's denuded quim?

Matthew's hand was already stroking himself as Charlotte came out onto the branch and down into Jon's waiting arms. He was right below her with arms upstretched -- not just arms upstretched it should be stressed, because that detail is important for what follows, his penis was most certainly pointing up as well.

Down Charlotte came, down into Jon's arms, sliding down his body, being let down but not quite to the grass below, instead just as Emma had done to Matthew, she slid with open legs right down onto Jon's cock, being sexually impaled, a single delicious motion, sliding down Jon and onto his upstanding erection. Jon had his arms holding her, Charlotte's legs went around him, and Jon walked out across the lawn carrying his girlfriend as he fucked her. Quite wonderful, such an erotic, penis stroking sight.

They walked out right to the centre of the lawn. Probably thew whole scene, down to the walking copulation was Charlotte's doing, her instruction to Jon, making sure Matthew could really see - not that Jon would know that at all. Somewhat done for his benefit, the kind girl, but Charlotte, no doubt, very much enjoying it all as well -- enjoying being fucked by her boyfriend out in the open air. Lovely to see the way the girl was bouncing up and down on the lad's 'spike'. How super for him and for her. Was she dripping with pleasure? Matthew raised his binoculars to see if he could discern. Bird watching binoculars, good for watching the tits that came into his garden -- blue tits, great tits, long tailed tits, coal tits, marsh tits, willow tits but not crested tit -- Matthew was not in Scotland. Other birds to see, of course, a cock robin hopping about and perhaps a cock pheasant with all its so impressive plumage. Matthew was certainly watching tits and a cock now, but what about Charlotte's pussy, where did that fit into the ornithology. All bald, but certainly he had never seen an American Bald Eagle in his garden. They just did not come to his bird table! How about a dunnock, that sounded quite a good word for female genitalia rather than pussy, quim, twat, that awful C word, minge, snatch, honey pot...

Charlotte unwrapped herself, let her legs slip and clearly asked to be lifted off and her feet placed on the ground. Matthew had to admit there was something impressive about the lad; his height, his physique and, of course, that cock as he stood there -- and it stood! All so decorative against the diminutive girl, very much emphasising how petite Charlotte was. Through his binoculars Matthew could examine the cock -- the cock pheasant -- very fine, very upright, really 'cocky' and also dripping wet. He wondered at the reason for the disengagement, why Charlotte had pulled her 'dunnock' from Jon's cock. Charlotte soon showed why.

Again, very probably done for Matthew's benefit as well as her own. Charlotte scampered off clearly intending Jon to chase her; and he did. What a sight. Matthew could not help thinking how silly Jon looked running around with his so erect cock waggling around. And waggle it did. Athletic looking yes, such a fine body but with his penis and balls not in running shorts and jock strap but all left out and on display it was slightly disconcerting! An athletic cock maybe, strong and supple, perhaps in tip top condition. Did Jon regularly exercise it? The thought of it. Gym like penis exercises; regular training; working that muscle! Probably yes -- after all, Matthew did those exercises too.

Charlotte so lovely and graceful in running and, without Vickie's big boobs, suited to running without restraint. Vickie's chest certainly needed restraint but not Charlotte's little breasts. Matthew's eyes flicked back to the running Jon, yes, his penis rather needed restraint. You would not want to get poked in the eye with that, though if Jon caught Charlotte she was certainly going to get poked somewhere. Would they play hide and seek? Was that Charlotte's idea?

If young and athletic... and tall and big cocked... Jon looked rather silly running around naked and hard, how much more must he, Matthew, have looked playing naked hide and seek. Not being young or athletic. Quite why the girls had so liked playing with him and still did was a bit of a mystery to him. Had he got some special masculine pheromone that he was unaware of? He had not noticed any particularly pleasing effect he had had on women in the past. They did not look at him with starry eyes or go all blushy and red, normally. He had not exactly found all the secretaries queuing up at his desk to take dictation, bring him tea or sit on his knee, back when he worked in an office.

As silly as he must have looked, he had such an urge to join them. The idea of two naked men capturing one girl. A bit like the imagined boys and his own wife. But would Jon like that? Matthew rather doubted that, and most likely would not be at all pleased if he knew Matthew was seeing him like that, still less fucking his Charlotte and perhaps even less that Matthew was wanking to the sight of his and Charlotte's nakedness and sexual activity and very likely to cum at some point.

The thought of being one of two men seeking out a girl to fuck, running around naked after her. Such a thing to do. But had he not had the better thing, him being the one man with not two but four girls to fuck. And he had!

Of course, Matthew could just walk out there and surprise them. Jon would be so embarrassed, caught in the act. But what would he think of the naked and most likely erect Matthew? Moreover, realising that Matthew was rather more familiar with his girlfriend's naked body than he would have at all have expected; that would have been a bit of a shock. What would Jon say if Charlotte calmly and familiarly just reached out and held Matthew's cock and stroked the skin up and down right in front of her boyfriend? So clear to him she had done that before. Perhaps she might then have taken both in hand, one in each, and alternated a sucking.

He wondered what Sarah would have thought? He rather suspected she would like to have watched the two young people out in the garden. Nice to imagine Sarah and he together, watching them, perhaps touching each other at the same time as they had done before at the front of the house watching the girls in the street. Difficult to explain to Sarah quite how he knew they would be there at a set time though!

Not sexual intercourse with Sarah, not his penis moving in her hot, wet channel as he stared at the young couple running around the garden, just his penis in his own hand. How athletic these young folk were out there in the garden, how lithe and smooth their limbs -- four to Charlotte and perhaps it could be said five to Jon, a shorter fifth 'limb' but not that short!

Matthew stroked, delighting in how Jon caught Charlotte from behind, pulling her to him, his cock pressing into her bottom, his hands slipping up to catch her little breasts. An easy movement of his hips and then he was clearly 'in'; it all suggested he and Charlotte had done quite a bit of putting their sexes together, placing the one inside the other, or else, perhaps, Jon was quite well practised with other girls. Good to see the thrusting, Mathew mimicking the rhythm with his own hand on his own sexual prong as he watched. A wriggle, though, from Charlotte and she was off running again, leaving Jon standing and his prick bouncing up and down from her sudden withdrawal from the coupling.

More running; perhaps better had it been Vickie or Morgan running as boobs would have bounced the more. With Charlotte's short hair and almost not there breasts there was really no more movement than on a boy or Jon's chest, but the giveaway that she was a girl was in the size of her areolae, real half-crowns in old money, so brown, and, of course, her denuded and penis-less slit and wider hips. Certainly a girl, though had Matthew not known she was nineteen he might have been more than surprised at seeing the tall, hirsute young man chasing such a young looking and little lass.

Charlotte caught again, and this time Jon was not going to let her get away. Unbalancing her with a gentle knock to the back of her legs he had her down on the lawn, her back on the grass, her legs kicking in the air, feet rather pleasingly towards Matthew. With his binoculars he could see her sex. Was she deliberately opening her legs so he could see, knowing he was looking, letting him see her already twice fucked hole. Matthew wanked with considerable enthusiasm -- one handed as he held the binoculars in the other -- watching Jon mounting his girl, settling himself atop her little body, pushing his erection back into her vagina. With the binoculars Matthew could see that, see the penetration and watch the fucking, the movement of cock in vagina. He also got a rather unusual view of Jon's rising and falling bottom. Not many got to see what Matthew saw -- quite clearly through his binoculars. Clearly delightful pumping on the lawn. Good to see little Charlotte's arms outstretched and her fists clenched and banging up and down on the ground -- obvious she was enjoying the fuck too; was she perhaps even orgasming? Through the open vent light at the top of his window, Matthew could just make out little squeals coming from Charlotte. Yes, she was -- and rather well, clearly!

Matthew sure this would be the culmination of the game, Charlotte captured and the captor taking his pleasure. So good to watch the young couple, so arousing to see live sex, to be the voyeur not just of nudity but the copulatory act. Matthew wanked freely, content to just let himself cum on the windowsill, as easy to mop up as to come in a tissue! A bit of edging as he watched Jon's bottom speeding and only cumming at the moment of withdrawal, seeing the penis coming out, was that cum he could see there through his binoculars? It was certainly cum splashing out from his penis onto the windowsill!

Charlotte looked back, before following Jon over, not just at Matthew's upstairs window but at his back door. Did she wonder if he was going to appear? Come out of the house naked and erect for a very quick suck or even a fuck whilst Jon waited the other side of the fence? The idea of coming straight up to her and in, pushing his own cock into her recently vacated and sticky hole. That would have been good, had he kept his semen and erection and not splashed it all over the windowsill. Jon calling from the other side of the fence to ask if Charlotte was 'OK'; was she perhaps having difficulty climbing over -- should he come back over and help her up? All just as Matthew added his cum into Jon's girl. Perhaps him even lifting Charlotte up to catch the branch with her hands; lifting her off his cock just as ejaculation completed and her going over the fence dripping both Jon and his stuff from between her legs.

So good to be asked later by Charlotte if he had wanked whilst watching. She and Vickie had come across the fence late in the afternoon, and had called in on him, finding him working in his study. A suitable moment to stop for a cup of tea and he had chatted to the two girls whilst making a pot. So good having two pretty girls in his kitchen, both in skirts and blouses. A shame to have missed them climbing over his fence, always good to see girls in skirts and so much better if able to catch glimpses of thigh disappearing up into them or maybe a sight of knickers -- assuming either of the girls were wearing undergarments!

Vickie insisted Matthew described all that had gone on. She had not seen, though, presumably, Charlotte would have told her. Perhaps she liked the different perspective, perhaps she liked to hear it all again. Certainly, her long legs were rubbing a little together. A sexual action, not something lost on Matthew. His penis strengthened in his trousers as he saw Charlotte too rubbing her thighs together as he described the copulation on his lawn from his point of view, his vantage point at the bedroom window. Matthew decided to be a little bold, "Would you two young ladies like a little rubbing? Do I detect a little discomfort -- between your legs?"

"Oh, would you, Mr Stamford? Yes please!" Both girls simply hopped up onto the worktop spreading their knees. Just wonderful for Matthew, he had clear permission to delve under the skirts -- and delve he did with both hands. No knickers, nothing between his fingers and what proved to be, as he had correctly surmised, two wet girls, all aroused and lubricated, Vickie to his left quite hairy, Charlotte to his right as smooth as anything. Such a pleasing contrast. Matthew delved and stroked, tweaking soft, malleable lips between his fingers; inserting his fingers and finger fucking the two together; diddling their little men, rubbing around and across or even directly, both together, with the tip of his fingers. The two girls squirming and sighing but still with their tea in their hands.

Wonderful for any man, to have two teenage girls there in his hands -- their hot, wet little pussies open for him under their skirts.

"Could you, Mr Stamford, do it with your... penis?"

"I certainly could, Charlotte, you haven't have had enough of cock for one day?"

"Oh no, not enough. Not nearly enough. Please, Mr Stamford, thick and hard, bigger than your fingers!"

So good to unzip and extract himself. Matthew had come earlier up and across the windowsill but that did not mean he was not really stiff now and ready to release fluid again. Instead of his fingers, he held and directed his smooth and peeled knob to rub against the girl's pudenda. Charlotte first -- as she had asked. Up and down, then taking it in turns between the two girls spread legs, watching their sweetly wide-eyed reactions to penile contact and intimate and slippery stroking.

Was it normal for girls to be so friendly with a middle-aged man? Well. girls have desires, sexual desires, as much as boys. Sometimes even more so! And what could be easier than having a ready penis to hand just next door. On tap for Vickie really. And importantly a 'tap' which was not going to get them pregnant or require any worry about contraception. No complications of boyfriends -- nice as boyfriends were. No risk of jealousy if making out with another boy. Safe sex, indeed, on tap. A mutually satisfactory arrangement. Matthew getting extra sex -- young quims to make his deposits -- and the girls getting 'safe sex' as much as they wanted or needed. Perhaps a pity such arrangements were not more frequent. Mrs Smith or Mrs Jones encouraging her young daughters to visit Mr Green or Mr Brown next door. 'Go and play with Mr Green, Libby and Kirstie, but be back for supper.' Lucky Mr Green! But lucky Libby and Kirstie as well. Mrs Smith or Mrs Jones shaking her head at the starchy deposits she finds when washing her girl's knickers, half wishing she too could take advantage of Mr Green's stiff male organ. Her girls would come back full of it, telling her all about it. How it had filled their tight little snatches and made them giggle and squirm.

In Mathew's kitchen, there he was, very much doing what the imagined Mr Green might do with the equally fictional Libby and Kirstie. Tucked under their skirts, Matthew could not see what he was doing but could very much feel -- he certainly could, as much really as the girls.

"That is so right! Mr Stamford, yes, yes -- more!" Just like Libby and Kirstie might have asked.

Matthew brought them both off without penetration, just by insistent rubbing of smooth, swollen glans against their soft, so pliable pudenda.

"What now?" He asked, "Another cup of tea."

"You choose, Mr Stamford, what would you like?"

Important not to give any hint of favouritism, "Both," he said.

"I mean 'where', Mr Stamford," said Charlotte, "I took it as a given you would want us both!"

Vickie and she all smiles.

"In here," asked Charlotte raising her skirt, "or in our mouths," she opened her mouth wide as a demonstration or invitation.

Not an easy choice, Matthew about to say 'both' again but the two girls, eighteen and nineteen, sitting there on his worktop in pretty little skirts, rather spread due to their knees not being all together and ladylike, instead well apart, just rather got to him. How many middle-aged men had such easy access not just to one but several girls and, pretty much, be permitted, nay encouraged, to push into their young vaginas and ejaculate at will? Matthew stepped forward and pushed into Charlotte, into the hole he had watched Jon's penis go in so manfully that very morning, pulled her to him and fully onto his cock and fucked her until he almost came.

Matthew stepped back, pulling himself from Charlotte, away from the embrace of her thighs and out beyond her knees. He looked at Vickie, "May I?"

"Of course -- any time!" replied Vickie. And she probably meant that. Her sex available to Matthew Stamford whenever or wherever he wanted.

And between Vickie's knees and into her sex he went, up to the hilt. It would have been good to have had all four lined up on his worktop, Emma and Morgan as well -- freely fucking all four teenage vaginas. It could happen, it really could. What a lucky man he was.

"I'm going to cum, Vickie."

"Of course you are! Do it!"

"Yes, do it, Mr Stamford," added Charlotte.

And, of course, he did.

It was rather like girls becoming pregnant; pregnancy does seem to spread quite quickly. One friend becomes pregnant, and it is not long before another and another follow suit. It seemed so also with boyfriends. Quite quickly it was not just Charlotte with a boyfriend but the other girls too; such things did seem catching, although rather better than a cold or flu, of course. Emma first with Edward, 'Ed'; Vickie with Robin; and Morgan with Steven. Being with a boyfriend spreading from one girl to the next.

The girls all so excited and talking about little else with the rather disappointing result for Matthew that his sexual intrusions into their knickers somewhat stopped -- well, at least at first. The girls were very good, soon making sure they were accommodating him, perhaps not really counting Matthew in any way similar to a boyfriend, not feeling they were cheating but rather treating him, respectfully of course, as not too dissimilar to a dildo or hairbrush handle should they feel a little 'fruity' and boyfriend not being to hand. Or just being nice to him, acting as they had before. Vickie asking him through the fence when she heard him out on his patio whether he 'needed a little help, a little release?' Quite happy, with her parents in the house, to encourage him up to the knothole and stimulate his penis, not in any way hurrying it to ejaculation but taking her time and doing very nice things to and with it! Such a pleasing mid-morning break for Matthew, so good to empty his balls into the teenager's wet mouth.

Matthew had seen Charlotte with her boyfriend, Jon, and naturally wondered if he might see others of the girls, most especially Vickie. He rather expected a repeat performance but with Vickie and Ed as the star performers instead of Charlotte and Jon. What he did not expect was quite the complete, all-star cast, performance he did get to see.

It was Vickie's doing. So very Vickie in conception. The young men perhaps rather taken aback by the idea, perhaps astounded that their girlfriends were so keen on such an outlandish idea; a little puzzled at how the girls were so as one on the game's concept, indeed, as if they had done something like that before. Certainly, they appreciated girls talked together but... it was surprising they were all so keen on the idea, even talking as if they had already experienced something of the same, yet they assured their boys that they had done nothing of the sort with a previous boyfriend. It was not a fib.

The idea: hide and seek in the dark, but not just hide and seek, rather 'naked hide and seek'. A sexual, grown-up game. Would the lads be comfortable being naked with the other young men, or their girlfriends being seen naked by the other lads? But if it was a dark night little would be seen, and if a boy was not happy to have his girlfriend seen by the other lads, he had no qualms at all about seeing the other girls naked himself. It had not been mentioned before but each girl, whilst undressing separately as couples, produced a condom, 'in case we have a little cuddle in the bushes whilst hiding.' An exciting and arousing idea. Clear it was not just to be 'hide and seek'. Seemingly a really good idea to have 'protection' -- important not to have girls 'catching' pregnancy. What was not initially appreciated was the yellow condoms were not ordinary ones, not simply coloured but brightly fluorescent in the dark. Not appreciated by the lads at first whilst getting ready in Vickie's house but very, very obvious once out in the dark of the garden.

Hide and seek in the dark but with the men wearing fluorescent condoms so they could be clearly seen or, at least, very significant parts of the young men. Such a giggle for the girls and also so very, very helpful to the condomless Matthew who was thus able to join them all in in the dark, touch (and more) the girls, the dark so hiding him and his own penis. He would be able to see where Jon and the other young men were and avoid interacting with them, avoid getting close enough for them to detect his presence, yet for him to most certainly have his penis interact with the girls.

Hide and seek with rules similarly to when Matthew had played with the girls but with all the lads seeking and all the girls hiding. The object to find all girls but only to fuck your 'own', but you needed to establish it was 'your' girl not by asking but by touching. And this rule certainly surprised the young men: they could only move if their penises were erect. The lads at first, no doubt, before the discovery of the fluorescence, thinking how was anyone to know in the dark, until they realised just how visible their tumescence would be with the bright yellow fluorescent condoms.

Matthew had been told about the game, invited by Vickie to join in so long as he was not seen. "Watch and listen," she had said.

He was most certainly there over the fence when they came out of Vickie's darkened house. Lights all switched off inside so no one was seeing anything 'they shouldn't' when they undressed. Matthew saw or at least heard the gasps of surprise as the young men realised just what could be seen. From his vantage point by the fence, hidden away, he grinned at the sight. The girls had nicely erected their boyfriends and there they were, four stiff fluorescent cocks seemingly unsupported in the dark -- flying pricks indeed, albeit unlike flying China ducks on a wall, they were moving and bobbing around; a bit more like real ducks in a pond. Matthew knew they were real, but they could easily have been fluorescent plastic dildoes held by the girls, though all different, which you would not have expected from shop bought 'intimate massagers'. Matthews own went up in sympathy or rather excitement at what was to come. Without a fluorescent sheath his was as hidden as the rest of his naked body. He had even gone so far as to 'black up' but not like the 'Black and White Minstrels' - he had not used any white grease paint. More commando than entertainer! Not something he could have done had Sarah been home, she would have been more than a little surprised. Sarah conveniently and co-incidentally away on another course. No doubt she was having a good time with the friends she met on these courses. Matthew could remember some of their names: Caroline, Frank, Roger and he had met Esther. He had liked her -- fun and attractive with it. Nice legs and that so unusual Norfolk accent.

It had been odd smearing himself all over, changing the skin colour of his cock as well. Perhaps especially his cock, so it stayed hidden. His black cock was upright now as he looked over at Vickie's parents' patio and the dark shapes of the young people. All that could be seen were four upright fluorescent penis moulded condoms, occasional obscured by feminine hands keeping them hard. How nice to have young feminine fingers stroking; he had to make do with his own, but with the thought of the four couples, no doubt ready for copulation, just yards away his own fingers felt pretty good!

The lads seemed to be gaining in confidence, perhaps reassured by their own cocks staying hard, perhaps really getting into the game feeling their own girls touching and stroking them in company with the others.

"You count to one hundred with your eyes shut, but remember you can only move if you are erect so... don't lose it!" Vickie's voice, again, starting off the hide and seek game. No requirement for Matthew to close his eyes, or even maintain an erection -- but that was not going away! It amused him to watch the four fluorescent erections, indeed creeping closer for a better look as he heard the steady counting by the boys in unison and saw, one by one, much of each fluorescent cock disappear, not because they were softening but because they were each being taken in hand and stroked. The hands hiding the yellow glow. Matthew moved away, up the lawn to get a better view when the 'seek' started.' As the magic 'one hundred' was reached the penises over on the patio suddenly became fully visible as hands were snatched away, clearly none of the lads wanting to be caught masturbating.

And then they were off, wavering 'glow-sticks' moving away from each other and spreading across the lawn to search the garden. Wonderfully, that was all that could be seen, nothing of the attached young men, just low flying fluorescent cocks! Matthew needed to keep out of the way, important one or more of the young men did not think he was one of the girls and start feeling him -- 'touching him up'. Matthew was most definitely not meant to be there. It would be more than a surprise to the lad or lads to feel a very much not female body.

The idea of hide and seek is that you hide and wait to be found, the idea is not that you move and seek a different hiding place. You would usually be seen -- but not in the dark - Matthew sensed someone -- one of the girls -- going past him, heading back up the lawn towards the house. Now where would she be going to hide? Behind the brick barbecue perhaps, peeking over and watching for flying cocks. Not difficult for Matthew to get around behind her, fairly sure she was there in the dark.

A squeak as he touched -- Morgan! His hands roamed making sure, feeling large breasts, feeling her like one of the lads would in order to establish whether it was his girl or not. Had some of them already found other girls and felt them up, had one or other of the lads found the right one and sexually engaged? Feeling the soft, plump skin of Morgan's behind, Matthew rather did what any of the lads would have wanted to do. He sexually engaged! He pushed his stiff, black (not that Morgan would know that) cock into the girl.

A nice gasp, "You're, you're not meant to do that. You're not Steven!"

Matthew was impressed Morgan could detect that, just from his roaming hands and penetration. He had rather expected the girls not to be too worried about which boy fucked them -- indeed expected it to be something of a 'free for all' but perhaps that was for later, a further Vickie game. Or was she just stating the rules of the current game?

"It's only me," whispered Matthew.

"Oh, that's allowed, your prick's welcome! It feels nice. Warm and filling."

So good to be fucking Morgan, fucking an unseen teen in the warm darkness. Pleasant little squelching sounds as they both looked over the brick barbecue and up the garden. Into sight not one but two floating, wavering, shining yellow cocks coming from different directions up the lawn. Matthew stepped back, disengaging, moving to leave Morgan to be found, carefully walking between the two floating organs, heading down the garden to see or perhaps more hear what was going on. Erections passing in the night.

Over to one side of the garden he heard Vickie's whispered voice, "don't come. Make me come but don't you come. We need you stiff. We've more games to play!" Clear Robin had found her. The sudden appearance of a fluorescent penis showed to Matthew that Robin had taken Vickie's words on board -- he had pulled out of the girl.

Matthew smiled, so unfair really, girls can come multiple times (if they are lucky) but boys have just that one chance and then have to wait for their refraction period before being able to be up for more. It did rather spoil games! What a pity men and boys did not have at least two shots in a row -- one from each ball!

He now knew where three of the lads were but where was the fourth -- and where were Charlotte and Emma -- the smaller two girls? Suddenly on the path, a path Matthew knew well as he had been in Vickie's garden in the daylight quite a few times, both with her and the other girls, coming towards him was a floating cock, pointing towards him. A quick stepping aside, or it might have been a naked collision. With the fourth boy heading housewards, it left much of the garden to Matthew and for him to see if he could find another girl to fondle. The young man may not have bumped into Matthew, there was not a penile collision, but almost immediately Matthew was indeed involved in a naked collision. A small person, soft and feminine -- a pleasant collision. He reached out and felt pubic hair -- Emma not Charlotte -- and she too knew who it was.

"Mr Stamford," she whispered, "nobody else has found me -- yet!"

Matthew lifted her up and let her down on his penis, there was no resistance rather help on her part. Her vagina all hot and delightfully slippery. Clearly Emma had been hoping to be found, her body had prepared her to be found! What a pleasing idea, naked teenage girls waiting in the dark to be found by young, and indeed older, men and getting all excited at the prospect of being fucked. Lovely little happy noises from Emma as his prick plunged in and out of her little 'snatch', in the daylight he would have seen how auburn the curls were. Did that copper triangle not excite?

Returning fluorescent condoms forced Matthew to put Emma down and hurry back down the garden away from the approaching organs. Emma branching off from him as soon as opportunity arose. Whichever way he turned floating penises seemed to be following him. Could the lads hear his footsteps? Important to get away. One thing for Emma or another girl to be found, but not him! A squeak and clear Emma had been caught but by Ed or one of the others. The two floating cocks seemed to have been working in tandem, a better strategy perhaps.

Quietly and slowly, Matthew crept back up the garden in time to hear Vickie calling that time was up. What was the score? Two correct findings.

Next the turn of the lads to hide. But there was more than a clue where they were if they did not hide their beacon like penises. Off they scampered spreading out across the garden seeking hiding places. Sufficient really to just go close to the fence if they happened to locate a handy and large enough flowerpot to place over the illuminated organ or perhaps simply to stand in a corner with back facing outwards -- that might have hidden enough. There was, of course, Matthew's knot hole -- sticking a penis through - that would certainly hide it -- it would glow strangely there in his own garden, though.

An opportunity to be with all the girls as they counted up to one hundred. Girls happy to receive him, and not just with pats to his body or whispered greetings, they received him vaginally as well, each and every one. A brief quadruple fuck before the girls went searching. An opportunity not to be missed whilst they counted up to one hundred.

More success this time, no requirement to find their own boy -- just a boy. A complete haul, all the lads led back to the patio, led by their penises, the finder pulling whichever boy it was along by his luminous cock, feminine fingers tight around male turgidity.

"I do fancy a fuck."

"Language, Charlotte!" Vickie's voice. It had not been one of the lads suggesting.

Matthew excited to watch from the sidelines, seeing a moving around of the brightly glowing condoms as couples paired up, knowing kissing and fondling was happening. Public sex -- sort of, as it was pretty much hidden in the darkness -- all hidden but for those turgid, fluorescent, tabletop-high, floating organs. Matthew watched, stroking himself, as, one by one, the condoms disappeared. He knew the young men had penetrated, had pushed up into the girls, right up into their bodies. The male going into the female, a proper coupling. Then flashes of bright yellow; it was clear to him the girls were now being fucked, flashes as the condoms appeared and disappeared back into the lovely girls' vaginas. Penises winking in the darkness -- winking not wanking, or more properly winking not being wanked but fucking.

The earlier awkwardness, the lads' clear concern at being naked and moreover erect together seemed to have rather dissipated; still all in darkness, but no hiding their luminous erections or what they were doing with their girls. Communal sexual intercourse -- four couples 'at it'. And it would be so afterwards, no hiding their returning flaccidity, it would be visible to all, indeed the fact of their cumming would be visible by the swollen fluorescent reservoirs in their now hanging, brightly coloured, condoms. Reservoirs containing their ejaculate. Would the lads eye whose reservoir was fullest as, surely, they had judged whose cock was the biggest? Which glowing yellow condom looked to have the greatest weight dragging it down and potentially off now hanging penis?

Matthew too would need to cum and would very much like to do that in a young vagina -- fill her properly as her boyfriend had been unable to do. Though once inside the house, in the light, might not the dripping running semen be spotted coming down the girl's inner thighs. Might it cause panic that her boyfriend's condom had failed? How could Matthew finish his fucking?

He was hoping the girls might run off again, pull themselves from their boys and run to be chased, but it seemed they were very happy just to be fucked there in the warm darkness of the garden -- fucked in the warm, wet darkness of their own 'perfumed gardens'. Surely having been invited to attend, Matthew would not be left out in the end.

After the communal copulation the party sat on the patio talking. Difficult to make out much but he could see where the lads were sitting by the still yellow glow of the condoms -- they had not been removed! Not cast aside into the shrubbery -- not a good idea; nor placed in a pile on the table -- that would perhaps have been a little odd; not yet collected by Vickie perhaps a fair bit later when ready for fresh 'rubbers' to be rolled onto re-generated penises.

Might one of the girls find an excuse, perhaps a call of nature, to venture out alone into the darkness of the garden and happen to come across Matthew? A good hope on his part but not unnaturally the girls were happy enough with their boyfriends. It was not that Matthew had not enjoyed somewhat taking part in the game -- after all had he not fucked all four girls! But he had not come. Not an essential part of an erotic evening but something of a conclusion to an evening! Had Matthew done so, he would probably by now be climbing over the fence and going home to bed.

But without ejaculation Matthew had hopes and that kept him nearby and listening. He heard Steven say he needed to go home. A bit of ribbing but he made no bones about him being under orders to be home by 11.00, otherwise, he explained, there would be no taking Morgan out Saturday night! All a bit strict but Steven clearly thought there was no point in making up a reason. Easier just to come out with it and take any jibes that came. None did.

Rather nicely that left Morgan a little out of it; the more so when it was clear the other couples were getting amorous again. Seeing fresh wavering luminescent condoms but, of course, only three, had a stiffening effect on Matthew. Might Morgan come looking? It was unlikely anyone would pay much attention to Morgan wandering off, anyone, that is, other than Matthew. And that is what she did. So good to catch hold of the girl and feel her respond. Matthew in no doubt he was second best to Steven, but that did not mean he did not receive what Steven would have done. Good to cuddle, good to fondle, good to push his naked body and stiff cock against the girl. Good indeed to do his very best to pleasure the girl; plentiful finger work before rubbing her sex with his naked knob. No rubber rubbings for him! Finally, at her request, he pushed home and fucked the girl. Good to feel her shiver, good to hear her almost sob with pleasure. Matthew so pleased he was doing it right for her.

"No more, no more... too sensitive... let me..." Cool lips encircling and absorbing him. Morgan kneeling in the dark before him, sucking his cock with 'gusto'. Sucking his stiff organ, his rounded knob, all wet from her and all tasting of her. Matthew stroked her hair, her thick, long, dark and unseen hair.

"You know I haven't come yet. There'll be rather a lot." Morgan had sucked him before but never taken a 'full load'; had always seemed reluctant; had she done more with Steven or had her views been changing, or maybe thinking they would need to with Steven? There seemed no reluctance, no holding back, certainly no words like, 'tell me if' or 'don't cum in my mouth' rather Morgan was all enthusiasm. Matthew let it all happen with no worries. Out it poured, spurted even -- it certainly felt like so much was coming out! He could even hear Morgan gulping in the darkness. Her full, soft lips all around him, his balls in her hand.

Matthew bent down, "thank you," he said, and kissed her on the mouth. Again, an unexpected bonus, Morgan's lips opening and her tongue reaching into his mouth. A lovers' 'French kiss' only it was more than that -- they were 'snowballing'! Not something Matthew would have really expected to do with a teen, but would he really have expected at all to do any of the things he had done with the girls?

.

Perhaps it had to happen. It could have been awful. Sarah could have come home unexpectedly and found her husband with his cock inside one of his coterie of girls; indeed it could have been him caught in flagrante delicto, obvious his suddenly withdrawn and throbbing cock had just been in all four. As it was, he was 'caught' in the back bedroom naked and erect intently watching Vickie and Robin fucking on the lawn. He had not heard Sarah arrive.

"He's quite a big lad isn't he?" Did Matthew not jump at the 'matter-of-fact' voice behind him. "You are a naughty boy -- dirty old man really. A sneaky old voyeur." But she was reaching up into her skirt and drawing down her knickers, clear she expected to join in the voyeuring and be fucked at the same time. Sarah walked to the window and lent on the windowsill -- a windowsill now not destined to receive Matthew's load.

Behind her, Matthew drew his already leaking erection back and forth across Sarah's hairy outer lips, back and forth until they parted, admitting him to the now wetting, silky inner softness of her sex, wet penile tip meeting wet inner lips. A gentle continual rubbing, sexual organs together, not penetration yet but horizontal sliding, slipping easily against each other. Sarah's hand came down, fingers lifting upwards, so he was sliding between her wet sex and fingers, being pushed more against her, more against her clit.

"That's nice, very nice -- unexpected in the middle of the day. Aren't they a nice couple? What's his name? Isn't he giving her a good rogering? I wonder how she is feeling?" Sarah talking as they slid together. "Do you think Vickie is near coming? Has she that feeling of warmth spreading from the small of her back, spreading throughout her body, is she moaning, you know, tingling; that looks like squirming to me. Are her toes curling there on the grass? How wet do you think she is, as wet as me? Go on, push into me -- yes! Like that, just like that."

He was in her, in Sarah's vagina as Robin was in Vickie's vagina there on the lawn.

"How wet does Vickie get, Matt, really wet, wetter than me?"

Matthew was about to say something about how would he know. But Sarah went on.

"You know don't you? You know how wet Vickie gets. When did you last fuck her?"

Matthew's penis in his wife, so stiff, sloshing in and out, Sarah's sex so wet -- as liquid as Vickie's had ever been. Clear Sarah was really turned on by the sudden copulation and/or seeing the young couple fucking naked on the lawn. Both perhaps. Clear too, she knew!

"I know what you've been up to, Matt, and I don't mind. I'm surprised at myself. No, don't stop. I know you've been screwing all those girls."

Matthew did not stop, did not cease moving despite the sudden shock of the revelation. "I, I, I..." He could not really deny it; and would that be a good idea if Sarah sounded so sure.

"I've seen you Matt. Seen you from this very window. I should have been shocked, angry... yes, keep doing that, just like that... hurt, but I just felt rather proud that my husband was so very obviously desired -- desirable to those young and vivacious girls. Proud and rather turned on they wanted 'my cock', wanted my husband."

Matthew thought of making excuses, explaining it was not his fault but Vickie's; that he had been inveigled, seduced into playing the girls' games; but that seemed rather pathetic. "I couldn't resist, Sarah, there on a plate, sex on a stick."

"Four sticks, Matt, or rather four fruity lollies on your stick! You are not the only one, Matt, seeing you on the lawn that time I thought 'why not', just a little fling. It was fun but I shan't do it again... I think." It had been nice seeing Roger again the other day and they had most certainly done 'it', but he had been too clingy; worse, talking about 'the future'. It had come to her that she had absolutely no intention of leaving Matt, was far too happy with him and his ways, that Matt and she were a close couple was undeniable. Yes, he had his little coterie but that was not going to last, they would be off to college and university and that would be that.

On the lawn, Vickie was having a great time, unaware that a rather strange renewal of marital bonding was happening in the back bedroom above her; unaware that it was not just Mr Stamford who was playing the voyeur; unaware that the hide and seek games with Mr Stamford were drawing to a close.

Sarah went back to work not that long after, vagina full of her husband's cum and a 'date' agreed with him for that evening at a rather nice restaurant in town.

Matthew sat on the bed, penis at rest, Sarah's scent still in the room. He had been surprised, but had he really thought he could 'get away with it', with Sarah not knowing something was up? He shook his head, she had been so understanding, so nice. The thought of her and Roger did not really upset or impinge too much upon him. Was he lucky? He certainly was with his wife, but he could not deny he had been lucky with Vickie et al. What experiences -- even if they were drawing to a close. Perhaps one more game of Hide and Seek before they went off to university and college.