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 ï>¿Hide And Seek by Drmaxc

   Naked hide & seek in a sunny garden - we'd all like that!

   Hide And Seek Pt.  01

   Matthew sighed to himself.  It had been a wonderful holiday: just the
two of them in the sun.  His wife had really surprised him.  Twenty years
of marriage and never a suggestion, well perhaps not since summer days
courting many years before, that she might like being naked outside. 
Perhaps it was the children off their hands, off at uni.  And off on
holiday with friends, that had done it.  Finding they were close to a
naturist beach and she suggesting, "why not?"

   Why not indeed?  Matthew had loved the freedom.  Being able to walk
around 'textile free' as he discovered the expression went, carefree even.
And Sarah had been almost a different woman.  Certainly she had seemed
almost a different woman in bed.  Yes, it was Sarah all right.  He knew all
the bits, all the curves and all the places but it was if they were
operating on a different level - and with such enthusiasm and energy.

   And Matthew was happy enough to see many of the women on the beach
without the bother of clothes.  He had not embarrassed himself but he had
been very happy to look.  Matthew did not buy the idea naturism was not
about sex - at least to some extent.  He would have looked at women on a
textile beach and so he looked on a textile free beach.  He liked looking
at women!

   But it was different now.  This was England and term had started.  Sarah
taught; Sarah was a teacher and, like all teachers, Sarah changed with the
start of term.  Only when the holidays came - and a little after that - did
he find he was back with the woman he had married.  And certainly she was
not now the woman he had been on holiday in the sun with - no, not really
that woman at all!

   His sigh came again but then he thought - just as Sarah had said at the
start of the holiday, 'why not?'

   Why not indeed?  Matthew was a successful man.  Banking had paid and
paid handsomely.  With inheritance dropping into his lap as well and
judicious property purchases he, and Sarah, now had a large house with a
very large garden.  A garden which was pleasantly private from the
adjoining houses.  The sun in early September was surprisingly hot and
rendered clothing quite unnecessary - if you were so minded.  There was no
reason at all why he could not relive the pleasure of being naked outside;
just like on holiday.  It was not on the beach, it was not with Sarah who
was out teaching, it was simply on his own: yet that did not make it the
less pleasant.

   No sooner thought than done.  Matthew had never stepped out of his house
into his garden without his clothes.  Perhaps in his pyjamas but never like
this.  He left the discarded clothes and simply walked off down the lawn,
the grass feeling pleasantly soft under his bare feet.  A little self
conscious at first as he moved away from the notional safety of the house
but then, after all, this was his garden.  There was no way through at the
side of the house for a visitor to intrude, his wife would not be home for
hours - not that that would matter, she had seen him like that before - and
the children were not even in the country.

   Matthew's motive had been simply to recall the pleasant feeling of the
heat of the sun on his body, to imagine himself back where he had been so
really happy only a week or two before: it was not sexual; there was not
the hint of a twitch from his gently swinging penis.  He had been very
aware on the beach that neither he nor Sarah needed to be at all
embarrassed about their bodies.  She held up well despite bearing two
children and Matthew, in his forties - the children had come early in their
marriage - kept himself fit at the gym and playing tennis.  Not that there
was anyone to see.

   His smile came as he recalled playing naked doubles with Sarah on
holiday.  That had been an experience.  Seeing the girls 'in motion' like
that!  It had become important to concentrate on playing so as not to
embarrass himself.  Sarah had teased him later and seemed to find Derek
Tarrant's near erection rather amusing.  It was clear he was not the only
one to have enjoyed seeing nakedness - seeing the girls in motion - and
hadn't those bounding boobs been wonderful!  Again he had been surprised at
quite what Sarah said about Derek and his 'feature.'

   Matthew felt his erection rising at the memory.  He was amused at
himself walking like that along his garden path.  What a sight he must
look. A fine sight or a ridiculous one?  It all depended on your point of
view.  Concern at some damage to plants from caterpillars took his mind off
bouncing boobs and with it went his erection.

   It was indeed very pleasant to walk around the garden.  The sun was hot,
the shade a pleasant contrast and it was nice to just inspect the garden
and think.  He was in no hurry.  He could spend all day if he wished.  And
as he was wont to do when he was happy he began whistling to himself.

   A gentle wander across the lawn and down the paths between the
shrubbery. a circuit of the pond with its fountain and fish, a resting on
the bench beneath the arch by the pond, feeling the pleasant heat on his
body, even an inspection of the vegetable patch, his bare feet finding the
gravel a little uncomfortable.

   A large garden and private.  Matthew was conscious that perhaps, just
perhaps there might be a view from the adjoining gardens, perhaps through a
hedge or fence but, if so, it would require a very deliberate desire to
look.  In a way it gave a little tingle to the whole adventure but it was
his own garden after all and he had always thought it to be very private.

   He was enjoying himself.  Lovely to be outdoors naked again.  It was
something he would have to do more of - perhaps next summer.  Another
aeroplane flight to the real sunshine and another naturist beach perhaps.
Being outdoors without clothes was such a delightful connection back to
Sarah and his holiday.  He smiled recollecting the tennis matches and the
sex afterwards - perhaps, unfortunately, just with Sarah.  His penis began
to swell.

   Matthew's pleasing recollections were rather dramatically interrupted by
a voice saying, "Mr Stamford, I've not seen you like that before." followed
by a giggle.

   The head looking over the fence was female; moreover it was young and
female - his neighbour's young daughter.  Matthew had not really thought it
possible for him to be espied, indeed had been sure it was not really
possible but undoubtedly there she was - large as life.

   Walking around the nudist beach had rather reduced Matthew's concern at
being seen naked.  Being watched by a young and attractive girl was not the
worst thing he could imagine.  It was his garden and it was not as if he
had been publicly displaying himself - anything but.  He was not tumescent
- nowhere near and the slight swelling was already rapidly diminishing -
neither was he, nor had he been, wanking or anything,

   "My garden, Vickie, what are you doing looking over my fence invading my
privacy."

   "Looking at you, Mr Stamford, that's what we're doing."

   We?

   The appearance of another two heads, also young and female, was perhaps
a bit more alarming.

   The surprise on the faces of the newcomers was rather charming.  Matthew
suddenly got a hint of the dubious pleasure of the 'flasher.'

   "I am sunbathing." He felt it necessary to give an explanation.  "In the
privacy of my own garden."

   How had they known he was there?  Was it his whistling that had
attracted them?

   "He's really got no clothes on." It was a statement of the rather
obvious.

   "Well, nor have we."

   Matthew frowned, this seemed a little unlikely.  Why would they be like
that?  His surmise was immediately confirmed by one of Vickie's friends.

   "Yes, we have.  We're fully dressed"

   "You didn't need to say that - he wasn't to know.  He can't see."

   "Why say it then?"

   "'Cos I wanted to see if he got hard." It was meant to be a whisper but
Matthew was not hard of hearing.  Suddenly he was caught between the
prudence of leaving the girls for the house, or at least another part of
the garden, or seeing what might develop.  Prudence firmly took the lead
and he turned towards the house.

   "Bye girls, I'd better go and put something on."

   "No, don't go.  We'll take our clothes off too and then it'll be OK. 
Won't we, girls?  See we are taking them off now."

   Certainly Vickie and then the other girls were moving as if they were
taking their clothes off but Matthew thought they were pretending.  The
idea, of course, perked his interest.

   "There we are - not a stitch."

   He could not help it.  He felt his penis twitch.

   It had all been just a little too quick to be true.  "Don't believe you
Vickie.  Throw them over and I'll believe you!"

   Another whisper, "He's not getting hard.  You said..."

   What had they seen earlier?  Had they been watching him walking around
his garden?  Clearly it was not as private as he had thought.

   Once again he turned towards the house and prudence beckoning to him,
but all of a sudden girl clothes started dropping over the fence.  They
were undressing now.

   Matthew was only human - only male human - the connection between
clothes dropping and the girls behind the fence was made.  Young girls
undressing just feet away - his brain processed the information and sent
instructions.  His previously dormant penis began growing, swinging around
from six o'clock to twelve o'clock or perhaps one o'clock anyway!

   From the fence bras were falling.  Matthew knew just behind the
obscuring fence six young breasts were out in the sunshine.

   The girls had got what they wanted.  A man gone all hard.  And hard he
had certainly gone.  Matthew's erection felt firmer and fuller than it had
even done on holiday in his hotel room with his wife at her sexiest.  Where
before had he exposed himself like that to other women, indeed three young
girls - and by 'that' he meant not just naked but hard and virile.  The
sexual excitement fed on itself - not just the undressing but the exposure
and the display.

   "Yes!" It was Vickie exultant.

   And there on Matthew's side of the fence were three piles of girl things
surmounted by panties.  They had gone all the way.  The evidence was
complete.

   Prudence had gone in for a cup of tea.  Matthew was not minded to hurry
away now.

   And the other side of the fence were three smiling girl faces.  Three
pretty girl faces rather intriguingly topped by black, red and fair hair. A
pleasing mixture and, of course, Matthew wondered, as a man would, if that
colour would be matched lower down.

   The sensible thing would have been to hurry from the scene; leave the
girls with the problem of retrieving their things but nonetheless getting
well away.  Did Matthew do the sensible thing?  No.

   Matthew was thoroughly enjoying the experience.  It was like being on
the naturist beach but one better.  He was exposing himself to the young
girls and loving it.  He was not going to forget this in a hurry.  And it
was not as if they were running screaming from him.  They were clearly very
happy with the reaction they had caused.

   "Mr Stamford!  Just look at that."

   "At what, Vickie?" Delightful to act the innocent and make her mention
the obvious.

   "At your...  erection."

   "It's very natural.  It is what men do.  And it's all your own work."

   The giggles were a pleasure.

   "What do you mean?"

   But they knew all right!

   It was good to walk even closer to the girls - walk towards them with
his erection standing proud.  Not a hand to it, just standing up on its
own, really upright.  Matthew felt so very male, so very sexual.  This was
a lot better than simply walking around his garden naked.  The girls
actually seemed to be admiring what he was displaying.  It did wonders for
his vanity as well as his libido.  He picked up the three piles of clothes,
turned and started walking away, revealing his reasonably trim bottom to
the girls.

   "Oh no!  Can we have them back now?"

   He put them down.  "Perhaps you might come and get them."

   "But you'd see us..."

   "Well, I suppose so." Matthew swung around to face them: exposing his
erection once again.

   "That wasn't the idea." From one.  "Vickie, what have you done?"

   "How'll we get over?" From another.

   It looked to Matthew like a bit of tree climbing was going to be needed
and then a drop into his garden.  It sounded like they were game to come
and retrieve.  The prospect of seeing these girls not only naked but
climbing a tree - and what that might reveal - did nothing to lessen his
tumescence.  Indeed the way it felt.  Matthew was not sure it would 'go
down' for an hour or more!  Well, unless...

   "Try climbing a tree."

   "You might have to catch us if we fall."

   It just got better.  Catching naked girls one by one.  Naked girls
dropping into his arms.

   The apple tree nearby hanging over his garden was neither hard to climb
nor was it difficult to come out onto the large bough only some six feet
up. To Matthew the sight of Vickie appearing as she pulled herself up the
trunk was a delight.  Of course he had known of her for a couple of years.
Knew who lived next door but she had blossomed with all the womanly
attributes a man likes to see.  First hands on the tree, then her head with
its long fair hair in a pony tail and then her upper body.  As naked as
promised and with a pair of deliciously rounded breasts, rather larger than
might be expected in a young girl and, with all her exertion, not staying
still.

   So, unlike the beach, Matthew could let his pleasure in unclothed girls
take hold and his thoughts run wild.  Only lying safely on his front on the
beach or safely up to his waist in the warm sea had he been able to do
that. Once or twice he had had to delay getting up to go for a swim or to
fetch an ice cream for Sarah due to his hardness pressing into the beach
lounger.

   It had, though, been good to watch the women and girls when in the sea,
even talk to some with the knowledge he was standing there with an erection
not hidden inside swimming trunks and were it not for the moving, covering
water visible for all to see.  Had talked to their holiday friends like
that with Sarah beside him - though he had wondered if he was not the only
man like that!  Had wondered if Derek was having the same thoughts about
Sarah as he was about Derek's wife as the passing wave lifted her breasts
up and then let them down again.  Had wondered if both he and Derek were
standing in the water erect.

   He had certainly wanted to fuck Lucy but would he have been at all happy
to let Derek fuck Sarah?  It could all so easily have been done there in
the sea, all obscured by the water.  Lucy putting her arms around him and
hopping up onto his erection and holding her legs around him and Sarah
doing the same to Derek.  Would Derek have filled her more?  Sarah had
certainly mentioned that possibility to him, wondering how big Derek was
after that tennis game when Derek had almost revealed his full manhood to
them.  He had not, unfortunately for her, actually demonstrated how big he
got but she had certainly speculated and said how super it would have been
to see him serving with a full erection - especially a really big one!

   It had not come to that.  No hint of a suggestion they should 'swop.'
But still Matthew wondered if he and Derek had both been erect there in the
sea.  He could not imagine that Derek would not have liked to fuck Sarah
just as he had thought about what it would be like with Lucy.  It was only
natural to speculate.

   A few more pulls and all of Vickie's tall frame came into view complete
with naked bottom and, moments later when she turned, a fine fair haired
patch between her thighs.  Out across the bough she came with no hesitation
and complete confidence in what she was doing.  Matthew was more than
satisfied with the view up between her legs as she moved.  Not just the
triangle of fur at the front but right up between her thighs.  No attempt
had been made at taming the natural exuberance there and no mistaking the
pinkness of labia minora poking through - all the girly bits!

   His hands reached up to help but Vickie was lithe and quick and it was
only a naked foot in his hands before she was standing beside him.  But
what an all too brief close up of a young girl's Mons Veneris in front of
his face, all wonderfully plump and decorated with fair curls, as Vickie
let herself down onto his hand.

   It was fantastic.  Here he was standing beside this naked girl sporting
an erection!  And already the next girl was venturing out on the bough.  He
stepped back to watch.

   The redhead, pale of skin and much shorter than Vickie.  Quite a little
girl in fact with breasts only just budding.  That intriguing cone shape
that young girls sometimes have before they fill out and pale little
nipples.  Nothing too young girly about the copper triangle, though, or the
poking little pink bits between her legs.  Like Vickie, a full curly bush
but so copper - Titian if you like or Pre-Raphaelite in a naughty way -
exotic or erotic - perhaps both.

   Her steps out onto the bough much more tentative than Vickie.  A very
careful setting out along its length giving much more time for Matthew to
admire legs and what lay between them.  There was no way up in the tree
like that she could hide her charms from his interested gaze.

   "I'm...  I'm not sure I can do this Vickie, you just get the clothes and
come back."

   "Don't be silly, Emma, you can do it.  Mr Stamford will catch you."

   And then it was all dangling legs and vulnerable furry bits.  Matthew
was ready to help.  Ready?  Indeed he was so ready for copulation or the
like it was simply not true!  Not with an erection like that!  But he was
also ready to catch Emma.  A bit of a squeal and she let herself go. 
Matthew caught her all right, you could not fault that, his hands not
touching where they shouldn't at all - no!  No, hand on breast or anything:
no, he caught her right under the arm pits and with a flexing of his knees
let her downwards towards the safety of Earth.  What though was perhaps
just a trifle inappropriate, or perhaps rather more than a trifle, was
where his penis, yes, his rock hard standing erection, caught her.  Down
she had come feet first, facing him, with legs a little apart, copper bush
almost in his face, straight down to be caught by his hands but his
erection was just so in the way and caught her right between the thighs so,
as she came down towards Earth, and he being taller than her it was pressed
right between her thighs.  It had not been sticking out horizontally but
was truly pointing upwards - nearly perpendicular.  It caught her right
between her legs, a hard, poking, rounded thing right between her legs.

   Worse, as she squealed, the pressure of his knob right on her sex
between her legs opened her and he slid right in.

   Squeak, "what, oh, fuck, no!"

   The poor girl was impaled.  Matthew took a step backwards as he realised
what had happened.  Realised!  He could feel the lovely warm wetness
surrounding his knob.  And the way he was holding her and the fact she was
shorter than him meant she could not get off.  Her feet were dangling as
her weight forced her further down onto Matthew's cock.  Her weight simply
pushing his knob further and further into her, he could feel it opening her
as it slipped up inside - after all that was why it was that shape - a
lovely friction as he steadily widened her and more and more of his shaft
slid in.

   It was all so sudden.  Not intentional at all.  Neither Emma nor Matthew
had intended it; he had caught her and had been more careful about ensuring
he did not drop her than worrying whether she touched his naked body or not
- let alone quite what and how she touched it!  But there he was, actually
sliding up inside the young girl, not only inside his first red head but it
was also the first girl he had penetrated since marrying Sarah.  He had
been good.  This was simply and truly an accident - but what a lovely
accident.

   It lasted only a moment or two and Matthew rectified the position by
lifting Emma firmly up and off.  He could, instead, as easily have walked
off down the garden with her like that and she could not have done anything
about it but it seemed anything but appropriate.  Nice, though, to feel the
sliding on his cock as he lifted her upwards.

   Vickie's eyes were round as the penis very obviously appeared from
inside Emma, "You don't waste much time!"

   "I'm a virgin," squeaked Emma.

   "Not any more, dear." Laconic from Vickie.

   "Sorry." But that was hardly true.  Matthew was not, one bit!

   "Hardly your fault, Mr Stamford" said Vickie, "Emma should have been
more careful.  And there's no blood.  No hurt, no harm at all.  No matter."

   And they were both, Vickie and Emma, looking at his erection.  An
erection firm and business like but now shining wetly in the sunshine,
shining from Emma's wetness.  And indeed no blood - no hymen torn -
presumably no hymen.  Matthew was not as sure as Vickie that Emma would see
it as 'no matter.'

   What a surprising and accidental way to lose your virginity.  Imagine
the question: How did you lose yours?  Well I just sort of fell out of a
tree...

   "What's happened?" It was the dark haired girl coming up into view above
the fence.

   "Nothing, Morgan," said Vickie, "Emma just slipped.  Be careful."

   Wonderful to see little Emma staring at his penis, looking wide eyed at
the cock that had just taken her virginity.  Lovely for Matthew to look at
her little body and know he had just fucked her albeit briefly - too
briefly.  Unbelievable!  But he needed to turn his attention to the other
girl, now venturing onto the branch.  He might need to catch her - and, of
course, he would have to be more careful this time!  Well, perhaps...

   Morgan was not so little.  Rather more solid than Vickie with a great
mane of flowing black hair, beautifully wavy and the blackness of the hair
was repeated in the usual places - not just between her legs but under her
arms as well.  'No shaving going on there at all', thought Matthew. 
Perhaps a bit of a wild child?  Wonderful to watch her firm thighs as she
moved carefully along the bough.  Lovely to see what peaked through the
dark curls between her legs.  Nice to see what looked like moisture
clinging to the curls.  Well, it was a hot day after all, perhaps it was
just perspiration; or had the sight of him naked and erect made her wet; or
could it be, with her friends out of the way, she taken the opportunity to
bob down and relieve herself?  It all looked rather nice whatever the
moisture was!

   Could he perhaps accidentally help her down the same way as Emma?  The
idea did not lessen his erection!

   But it was Vickie who helped her down, Vickie's hands on her not his. 
But nice, nonetheless, just to watch the two naked girls together and,
then, there they all were, four naked people in the dappled shade of the
apple tree.  The contrasting light and dark making all of their bodies that
much more interesting.

   "Well, well, good afternoon girls, welcome to my garden.  An unexpected
pleasure."

   "It's big isn't it?"

   "Yes, a couple of..."

   "Told you so."

   They were all looking at Matthew's erection: not his garden.  He was not
sure it was particularly 'big.' A nice idea but he rather thought it was a
fairly normal size.  It sounded like Vickie had rather more experience than
Morgan.  The remark suggested Morgan had never seen an erection before.

   "How long does it stay like that?"

   "Until he cums or loses interest." Vickie seemed very authoritative on
the subject

   "You seem to know a lot," Matthew said.

   "I have a boyfriend."

   "Had." It seemed a little unkind from Emma.

   "And you had sex?"

   "Several times!"

   And what did you say to that?  "I hope it went well."

   "Yes, thank you, Mr Stamford."

   "And what about you girls?" It was such an interesting line of
conversation.  To be able to talk to young girls about sex whilst they were
in your garden completely naked and you were there right with them just as
naked as they and erect to boot.  A great subject made even better!

   "No, never, but of course I'd like to." And to Matthew, Morgan was
clearly made for sex with her long black curly hair, wide child bearing
thighs and the moisture already noted between her legs.  Plentiful sex,
thought Matthew.

   "Me neither - well not really...  though I'd like to also, of course."
Emma was not to be outdone.

   "What do you mean 'not really' either you have or you haven't." Scoffed
Morgan.

   Vickie and Emma looked at each other.  "You see," said Vickie, "when
Emma was coming down off the tree she slipped, as I said, and Mr Stamford
caught her; only she sort of dropped down onto his sticking up penis and...
and it went in.  Right in.  I saw it!"

   "No!  Wish I'd seen it.  Won't Emma get pregnant now?"

   "Don't be silly.  Mr Stamford has to cum first like I told you.  You
haven't cum, have you Mr Stamford?"

   It was remarkable - the girls were not only admiring his erection but
asking about his semen and ejaculation.  He was certainly thinking how nice
it would be and whether perhaps there would be opportunity to decorate the
girls' breasts or something.  The pressure in his cock was actually quite
amazing.  Having the girls so close and talking as they were was just so
stimulating.  He could quite imagine his cock coming to orgasm all by
itself without being touched at all; his ejaculate exploding out of it in a
great stream and spattering their naked bodies with his sticky translucent
cream.  Would they like that or be shocked and grossed out.

   It was important to a man, that girls liked his cum.  Sarah did.  If she
didn't feel like intercourse or it was 'that time' she was almost always
happy to accommodate him in her mouth or bring him off with her fingers and
many a time had then licked it off her fingers giving him an extra post
orgasmic thrill.  What would Sarah think of him now with these young girls?
It was perhaps better not thought about.

   "No, of course not.  I would not be hard like this if I had!"

   "Well, we don't want you to cum yet: we like you stiff like that, don't
we girls?"

   "Yeah, it's nice."

   "Men are so different.  We don't get all hard like that."

   "Of course you do," said Matthew happy to continue to talk on about sex.
Your nipples get hard, just look at Morgan's, and your clitoris erects just
like a penis only rather more hidden."

   It was amazing.  All three girls dropped a hand and felt between their
legs.

   "Mine's hard."

   "So's mine,"

   "And mine."

   "May I see?" Matthew was not passing this up.

   Wonderful to crouch and bring his face close to all three girls one
after another and stare not just at their hairy mounds but between their
legs seeking each of their little buttons.  Vickie's was pronounced and
visible but not the others.

   "Would you mind if I touched?" Would she let him?

   "I suppose not."

   A gasp from Vickie as his finger tip stroked her little erection.  He
had not touched anything else - apart from her foot.  It was both hard and
soft and a little sticky to the touch.  It was clear she liked the touch
and the stroking.  Just his finger tip stroking the little thing.  It was
more than obvious Vickie really liked that.

   Matthew's finger moved to Morgan's dark bush and felt carefully around,
searching.  She did not scream or squeak or anything but just let him. 
What a marvellous exploration!  Fingers delving, parting the labia, feeling
into the warm dampness and there it was, her clitoris.  Lovely to see the
ripple in her firm thighs and a shiver at her knees as he did so.  Holding
it gently between his fingers - her special little button - he rolled the
flesh.  Tempting to slip further and push his finger into her but he had
not asked to do that.

   And then a third bush to poke about in but all very white skin and
marvellous copper curls.  A more difficult to find little pea but there it
was under his fingertip, just as hard as her friends and as he touched
there was a lovely little squeak from Emma.

   Had he gone a bit far?  But clearly something had worked them up,
something had caused their little erections and, seemingly, it was him! 
Would they want to go a little further or would they now take flight and
scamper back home with their retrieved clothes?  "Well, what would you like
to do now?  Would you like to come to the house for a Coke, some lemonade?"

   They did and it was lovely to see them happy to leave their clothes
behind and walk away from the safety of clothing up the garden with him,
his erection pointing the way.

   Of course erections do have a habit of going down fairly easily even in
the company of naked girls and by the time Matthew had got the Cokes his
cock was not so much pointing as swinging.

   "Oh," said Vickie and it was obvious what she meant.

   "It must be funny having that between your legs all the time," said
Morgan, "Doesn't it get in the way.  Don't you feel it all the time?"

   "It's just there." But of course he was very conscious of it more than a
little often.  Matthew, like most men, thought about sex a great deal and
then, there was its other use.

   "Make it go up.  I'd like to see it grow bigger again." That was from
Emma.

   "I am sure it will.  Enjoy you drinks."

   "It's a lovely garden, Mr Stamford.  I wish I could have played hide and
seek in it when I was younger.  It would have been great."

   "Yes, it is.  I used to play hide and seek with my own children." He was
rather conscious the girls were not exactly very different in age from
them. A little younger, but not a lot.  "And of course you could have done,
had you asked."

   "Hey we could still play.  Why not?" Vickie seemed excited by the idea.

   "Ooh yes," said Emma.

   "Who is going to be 'it' then?" asked Morgan.

   "Mr Stamford of course."

   "What are the rules then, girls, how far do I have to count up to?"

   "A hundred and slowly, no cheating.  A second at a time.  The house is
out of bounds.  And, you can only come after us if you are hard.  If you're
penis is soft you have to stand still until it's up again.  It'll be nice
seeing you hunting us like that with your big thing - your big weapon."
Giggling from Vickie and the girls.

   Already Matthew could feel himself rising.  It sounded rather like a
very fun way to spend an afternoon.

   "What do we do when - I mean if - we get caught?  Do we go and wait
somewhere?"

   "No, he fucks us!"

   "What!"

   "Just a bit - no coming!"

   "Vickie!  No!"

   "Yes!  Don't you want...  you said you did.  Don't you want to feel a
cock in there and - look - how nice it looks."

   They all stared at Matthew's rapidly hardening erection and just at that
very moment his foreskin peeled back all by itself exposing his shiny knob.
It looked all very ready for business, Matthew thought.  Were they really
going to agree to Vickie's idea?  It would be unbelievable sticking his
cock in each of them one by one, penetrating their tight moist little
vaginas.  He had already tried Emma's and was more than happy to try it
again at a more leisurely pace.  But he mustn't come.  It just would not do
to get one of them in the family way.  Complications would abound.  It was
a shame he had not had the 'snip.' He and Sarah had been talking about it.
Not so nice to think of himself as infertile but so much easier when
spraying his semen around!

   "Ooh, I like that!  Wicked!  Make it do that again." It was Morgan.

   "Be my guest."

   And she did!  Her hand reached out and pulled his foreskin up again
before letting go and they all, Matthew included, watched it slide all by
itself down again.

   "Are we agreed then on the rules?" It was Vickie, keen to establish what
was going to happen.

   There were nods all round - not least from Matthew.

   "So if I find one of you I...  um."

   "Fuck her..."

   "Yes, um, I fuck her a bit.  That is what you want me to do?"

   "Please - that's the rule.  Of course we might run off and you'd have to
catch us."

   The idea of running after a young naked girl, catching her and then
penetrating her was not exactly unpleasing.  Ideas did not come much more
erotic!  His cock was straining upwards, anxious to join in.

   "And when I've caught you all.  What then?"

   "If!  Anyone caught though waits by the piles of clothes.  If you catch
us all then it's our turn."

   "OK."

   "Right Mr Stamford, close your eyes and spin around so you don't know
which way we're going."

   Matthew did just that.  Of course they could really be planning to run
back to their clothes and hop over the fence and watch giggling as he
pointlessly hunted around his garden with a hard on.  Well, even if that
was the scenario then it had all been quite something.

   Quick squeezes, one, two and three on his penis did not really suggest
they were not going to play.  A first touch on his cock for some. 
Something they had been brave enough to do with his eyes closed!  Matthew
began counting feeling strangely exposed standing naked and erect with his
eyes closed in the middle of his lawn.  There were giggles fading into the
distance.

   "Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred." Matthew opened his eyes.  Not
a girl in sight but he was certainly up for the chase.  Not a hint of sag
had happened to his erection whilst he had counted.  He could feel it just
standing there as he slowly went through the numbers.  The prospect of
hunting down young naked girls to fuck had seen to that.  What a peculiar
sight it must have looked, him standing like a statue in the middle of the
lawn - a strange Priapic statue.

   Now where might they be?  Pleasingly the piles of clothes had not moved
but of course the girls might still have got back over the fence.  Should
he look next door if he could not find them?  The prospect of hunting
around in his neighbour's garden stark naked and tumescent was not totally
a prospect he was comfortable with though he could but think the girls had
been there alone.

   Were the girls watching him now through the fence having gone back next
door?  Or separately from concealment in his own garden?

   Were they hiding so they could watch him or so tucked away they could
not peep and watch his movements?  That added the delicious prospect of
catching one or more completely unawares.  The thought of what he was going
to be able to do if he caught one of the girls was massively stimulating.
Matthew would certainly be able to feel those young breasts, have his hands
everywhere and moreover his rock hard erection in where it counted.  All
being well he would shortly be treating his cock to a hot bath in three
different girls.  The important thing would not to add to their wetness
from his own body.  Difficult - because that was just what penises wanted
to do!

   Matthew knew the garden like the back of his hand.  It might be a couple
of acres but he had played hide and seek there before - though not at all
like this.  Not at all like this.  Not with young naked girls he was going
to get to fuck.

   The girls had hidden well.  It was not at all a matter of spotting them
as he walked down the garden, not a simple job of noting where they were
and then deciding which to catch first.  Instead he found himself really
hunting - the naked hunter but with his gun increasingly only half cocked!
He hummed the old Fairport Convention number he remembered from younger
days,

   "I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I'd done

   Says I "Have you had enough of my old sporting gun?"

   Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was "Nay

   It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way

   And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair

   Why don't you keep firing at the bonny black hare?"

   "Oh, my powder is wasted and my bullets all gone

   My ramrod is limp and I cannot fire on

   But I'll be back in the morning and if you are still here

   We'll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare"

   Pausing, Matthew eased himself back up to full hardness.  One of the
rules had been that he had to have his 'old sporting gun' at the ready.

   Tucked cleverly almost out of sight was Emma.  Matthew almost did not
find her.  He could, indeed probably should, have walked on by completely
missing her, but it was just a flash of colour - the colour orange - that
caught his eye.  He did not see her directly; it was just a reflection, the
purest fluke that an old pane of glass leaning against the fence had
reflected up at him what was before it.

   Pausing Matthew quietly retraced a couple of steps.  What had he seen?
He could not actually see Emma but the merest flash of the reflection, his
certainty that it was her hair he had seen enabled him to work out where
she was - tucked down between the wooden frames of the compost heaps, a
narrow short space between the path alongside the fence and where he was.
The space was separated from him by closer wooden compost frames.  The
space would be perhaps four foot high by a yard or so deep.  A space he
could see but not what it contained.  He calculated Emma must be crouched
down, perhaps on her knees and being a small girl able to hide.  It was a
good hiding place.  He had so very nearly missed her.  Would she be facing
in or out?  Could he perhaps creep up behind her undetected?  That would be
particularly enjoyable.

   Matthew moved quietly and his care was rewarded.  There he found,
crouched down, face inwards was Emma - on her knees with her bottom right
up in the air.  A wonderful rounded bottom, so pale and so deliciously
vulnerable.  Matthew stared at the nubile sight before him, the cheeks -
potentially very smackable - just there, and the cleft a little apart with
the most adorable copper curls poking out.  Her little brown rosebud
visible - that was something Matthew had not really thought about but, as
he stood there with his erection once again straining, the idea of taking
Emma's 'other virginity' came into his head.  What would it be like to
lubricate and work at her back passage and eventually enter; be able to
work himself gradually further and further until he was right up against
those cheeks and have young Emma speared; her eyes perhaps bulging at the
unnatural insertion?

   But what was perhaps more feasible was actually to take her vaginally
there and then before she noticed his presence, The act of catching her not
simply being a matter of a tap on the shoulder and the word 'caught' but,
instead, the first thing she would know of being caught was Matthew's
erection sliding home.  It looked a possible act; Emma's bottom was in the
air; the target orifice was visible; Matthew's penis was erect and capable
- but he would have to be quick.

   A foot either side of her legs, but not touching, a leaning forward
holding onto the wood of the adjacent compost bin - unfortunately a slight
creak; a holding of his erection to guide it; and then the act of
penetration.

   A quick push and a scream from Emma.  But it was too late.  Trapped in
the narrow space, head down, wonderful copper hair covering her head,
unable to see what was happening, Emma was suddenly acutely aware that a
man had entered her, that a strong erection was pushing into her.

   Matthew had Emma caught good and proper and unlike when she had fallen
from the tree was perfectly prepared to move with the proper motions of
sexual intercourse.  In, out, in, out - and he could watch it all to boot.
See his now shining, wet penis moving in Emma just below her little
rosebud. He was taking this young girl doggy fashion, out in the open in
his garden and there was nothing she could do about it - and of course she
had agreed to it, had agreed to the terms of the game like the others.

   It was delightful, just such an enjoyable feeling to be fucking Emma -
her hot and beautifully wet (what had she been thinking of whilst she
crouched there?) sex such a pleasure and what a pleasure!  She was trying
to get away, trying to rise; after all she could not be absolutely sure it
was Matthew - she could not see.  The wriggling, the 'get off' all so
exciting.  Suddenly Matthew paused and stood stock still.  A near thing. 
He had almost come.  It would have been fantastic to inseminate Emma, to
feel his fluid spurting into her virgin vagina, splashing happily against
her cervix but he knew he would not, in reality, have done that.  He would
have pulled out and watched his semen splatter prettily but safely over her
bottom and back.  Lovely to do that but it would have been such a wasted
opportunity.  There were, after all, two more young girls to fuck.

   Matthew stepped backwards withdrawing leaving a rather breathless Emma
to rise.

   "Caught, Emma, I think."

   She was looking from his face down to his erection and back again.  No
doubt thinking of exactly where it had just been.

   "I...  I didn't expect...  such a surprise...  I...  could we just.  If
I sat up here could I, just for a moment put your...  err...  erection into
me?"

   Wonderful, just wonderful.  Standing there, rather towering over this
young girl, this very pretty little girl with her budding but erect
breasts, standing there both naked and exposed to her with a rock hard
erection and being asked if she could feel it once more inside her.

   "Well, just quickly, I've got to find the others."

   Emma hopped up on one of the compost heaps, sitting on the old dry
carpet, legs apart and displaying all her copper bush and reaching and
guiding him into her as Matthew stepped forward.  Once more, and for the
third time, Matthew entered Emma but this time with Emma holding him and
closely watching the swollen acorn head pushing at and entering her body.
Clearly a fascination to see it happening.  Matthew kept sliding until he
was right up against the girl.  His hands fondling the young budding
breasts so very different from Sarah's full and mature bosom.

   "It all goes in!  Where does it all go?"

   Matthew began moving, pulling a little out and then pushing right back.

   "Oh, that's so nice."

   It certainly was!

   Her fingers playing with her clit.  Amazing to see them delving into her
copper bush and touching him where he entered her as well.

   All a bit dangerously sexual for a man fully charged up and with two
very full balls dangling below him.

   "I'm going to have to stop."

   "No, don't, it's so fucking nice."

   "Emma I've got to for two reasons.  One, I've got to go and hunt for
Vickie and Morgan and, secondly...  ah, fuck, oh..."

   Matthew had quickly pulled out and, again, did not come, did not
actually launch his semen in the air to make a mess of Emma's copper curls.
It was a case of almost - but not quite.

   "That was a near one!  Because, you see, I'm almost going to come and we
are unprotected.  Look you just sit here in the sunshine and make yourself
come.  That'll be nice won't it?"

   Emma nodded and Matthew left her.  The beautiful sight, one he was not
going to forget in a hurry, of the pretty Titian haired girl sitting naked
atop the compost heap playing with herself.  A sight he would have been
more than happy, would have made him perfectly happy with his afternoon,
had he just seen that, If instead of the amazing hide and seek, he had
simply been afforded the opportunity of peeking, Peeping Tom like, and
watching naked Emma playing with herself.  He would have thought his
afternoon perfect had he watched the girl through a fence, seen her
displayed and her fingers working - and had a private little wank.  Of
course the actual reality was so much better but just so improbable.

   Matthew walked back down his garden in search of the other girls, his
erection firm and lubricated.  A man ready for action.

   He had expected it, after all his children had always hidden there. 
Pushing through the soft leaves of the Cypresses into the scented darkness
he found Vickie.  A short hedge of Cypresses had grown together and he had
long known you could push between two and be completely hidden from either
direction.  Matthew was sure at least one of the girls would have thought
it a safe place little knowing Matthew knew all the places.  Not in the
first or the second Cypress but between the third and fourth Matthew struck
not so much gold as pink naked Vickie flesh.

   "Caught," he said, one hand around her back and the other not quite
accidentally clasping a full breast.  Lovely to be able to push his full
and still rather wet erection to her tummy and feel his balls caressed by
her fur.  To be able to do this freely to a young girl almost as a greeting
and know, providing she kept to the rules of the game, she would now have
to submit to penetration, was marvellous.  It seemed though that Vickie was
anything but unwilling!

   "Oh, I thought this was a good place.  Caught Morgan or Emma yet?" As
she spoke her hand was coming between them, touching his erection.  "Ah,
ha, I see or rather feel you have.  Who?"

   "Emma."

   "How'dya take her?  On her back?"

   "No, no, I caught her a little unawares - from behind!"

   "No!"

   Matthew was not missing the opportunity; the opportunity of fondling
another young girl and her round breasts in particular.  Nice to feel her
nipples hard in the palm of his hands.  Nice to tease them with his
fingers. And very nice to feel Vickie's fingers fondling his erection.

   Should he?  Well he was about to fuck her so why not?  His head dropped
and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.  Just so lovely to play with, to use
his tongue.  A hard little pea but much smaller than how Sarah's were now -
but she had borne children and done a lot of breast feeding.  Matthew had
rather forgotten the feel of a young girl's nipples.  It had been a long
time since Sally...  and others before.

   It was meant to be Matthew claiming his prize, forcing himself on the
caught girl but it did not quite seem that way with Vickie - she was more
than amenable!

   "Oooh I like that Mr Stamford.  Are you going to fuck me now?  Fuck me
standing - like this?"

   Her arms up and around his neck, her lips on his and she pulled herself
up off the ground.  Matthew was quick enough to brace himself, otherwise
there might have been a tumble onto the soft dead leaves beneath the
cypress and probably out into the open.  Vickie's legs came up either side
of his hips and he felt her own wet softness pressed against him.

   "Oh fuck, Mr Stamford, that is nice.  I can feel.  Oh there it goes...
it's going in!"

   Matthew's hands were quickly under her bottom to support her, as he felt
himself sliding into Vickie, slipping easily into his second young girl of
the day.  Marvellous!  Hidden inside the cypresses, naked with a girl and
actually fucking her, feeling his penis going further and further into her
as she let herself down.

   "Wow, wow, wow!  Fuck, I'm all full."

   A pull on her arms and a lift from Matthew's hands under her bottom
started the proper motion of intercourse; surrounded by the leaves and in
semi darkness they played the game.  Wonderful, delicious sexual congress -
but Matthew had to be careful.  Careful he did not let things go too far.
That would be so very easy to do; so very easy to let the semen spurt; easy
to imagine it coming as their organs moved together; an increasing rapidity
and then release.  He was sure a lot would come - perhaps some even being
forced out as they moved to drip onto the leaf mould below.

   Matthew pulled out.

   "Oh!  Do you have to stop?"

   "Vickie I've got to for two reasons.  One, I've got to go and hunt for
Morgan and..." He realised he was saying exactly the same thing to Vickie
as he had to Emma!  "We are unprotected and we don't want a little baby
coming along do we?"

   "Suppose not.  Wish I'd got a condom - have you any in the house."

   "No.  We use a different..."

   Vickie let herself down from him.

   Matthew made an offer.  "Look, how close are you?  Could I make you come
with my fingers?"

   "Did you make Emma?"

   "No, I left her in the sun looking after herself."

   "The naughty thing!"

   Matthew was more than happy to let his fingers wander between Vickie's
thighs, feel her open them just a little wider to allow easy access and
play with her clit with one hand from the front and bunch the fingers of
the other and come in from the rear to simulate what he had just been doing
for real - in and out, in and out.

   "No, no Vickie, leave it be, let it rest otherwise it might just go off
in your hand!"

   "I'd like that!"

   "I'm sure you would but I haven't caught Morgan yet."

   There was silence for a few minutes as Matthew worked Vickie; so happy
to play with the young girl's sex and take the opportunity of gently
chewing her nipples - both of them!  Lovely to feel Vickie's body
shuddering in orgasm.

   "Thank you Mr Stamford, that was super.  Perhaps another day..."

   The prospect of something more than just an absurdly sexual afternoon -
it was all spiralling a little out of control.  But given what they had
already done...  If the girls chose to tell the story differently he was in
trouble - big trouble.  He would have to go with what Vickie wanted -
though he could hardly imagine the prospect of further sex with her
unwelcome!  He would have to think about it.

   "Perhaps: yes if you like.  Perhaps better prepared!  I'd better go and
find Morgan."

   Still sexually excited and now with an ache in his balls, Matthew
stepped out of the scented gloom of the Cypresses into the harsh sunlight
of his garden.  Wonderful to stride naked and erect across his lawn in
search of a third young girl to fuck.

   Whilst not obvious at first, Morgan had chosen to hide crouched behind
some bushes.  Matthew suspected she had not stayed still but had moved
before from one place to another as he had gone searching elsewhere in the
garden.  Approaching from a different direction Matthew had caught sight of
naked flesh and black hair and was almost upon her before she realised his
presence.  Unlike Emma he did not catch her unawares and as soon as she
spotted him she was off, racing across the lawn seemingly unwilling to be
caught.

   Matthew was not at all unfit and was straight after her happy seeing her
mane of black hair flowing and the wonderful curves of her body in motion,
her ample bottom cheeks rising and falling as her firm legs worked.  And of
course between her legs glimpses of curly hair and hanging lips, the
exciting place Matthew was aiming for - the one thought in his mind to
catch the girl and thrust his erection firmly into that place.

   Fantastic to be chasing a naked girl with the intention of catching and
fucking her; quite simply amazing to being permitted to do such a thing; a
male fantasy made real!  The hunting and sexual instinct brought together.
Running naked (and erect) across his own lawn chasing a girl what was more!

   Matthew worked up to almost a fever of sexual excitement; it did not
really matter if Morgan was playing or really no longer wanted to pay the
forfeit of the hide and seek game.  There was no way she could outrun the
fit and aroused male.  Caught, spun around, thrust down onto her back on
the grass and with legs forced wide apart, Matthew was on her, his strength
holding her down, his knees keeping her legs apart, his hands pushing her
arms into the grass.

   "No, don't, I..."

   But it was too late.  Matthew's knob with unerring accuracy had pushed
hard at Morgan's soft sex.  If her words did not indicate invitation the
wetness of her pubes suggested otherwise.  She was no less wet than when
Matthew had felt her on her descent from the apple tree.  Wonderful,
wonderful, wonderful to slip into this young girl's hot sex right up to his
balls in one movement and without a moment's hesitation fuck her.  He could
hear the footsteps of the other two girls arriving but he did not look up,
just revelling in the sexual act and Morgan's soft body beneath him.

   Far too nice to be fucking dark Morgan, far, far too nice.  Not at all
surprising to find he had within not really a great number of strokes gone
too far, that the sap was about to rise whilst he was delightfully embedded
in a young and unprotected girl's sex.  Erotic to think of his fertile
sperm splashing into the young girl, fantastic to enjoy the slippery caress
as he came but just so, so unwise.

   Matthew was not stupid.  He leapt to his feet pulling himself from the
girl, his penis bounding up as it was withdrawn.

   And then it all happened as all three girls watched, the male thing
right over Morgan's tummy.  Without his hand upon it, out in the open,
freed from its recent warm embrace but shining wetly with the natural
lubrication of girls, foreskin retracted, and still on the move, the
swollen knob began to shoot.  A creamy stream of semen coming out to rain
down on Morgan's tummy and her generous vee of black curls.  And then
again, and again, a splat here, a splat there.

   Matthew standing, head thrown back as his orgasm came - a wonderful
display of male ejaculation.  Textbook perfect in its quantity and force.
An educational demonstration perhaps!

   Below him the dark haired girl and at the edge of his vision the fair
haired and red headed ones, motionless and staring as the penis performed
all by itself.

   It was not a short exercise - there must have been a total of ten
spurts, no less!

   Breathing heavily, the ejaculation over, Matthew looked at the girls. 
They were all wide eyed at what they had seen.  Vickie was the first to
speak.

   "Wow, Mr Stamford!"

   "Cool!" from Emma.

   "Just look at you, Morgan, all that stuff!" from Vickie.

   And Morgan was looking at it and her fingers touching.

   "Sorry I nearly came where I shouldn't.'

   "I wouldn't, couldn't have stopped you!  So exciting, so...  That's all
right Mr Stamford.  You certainly caught me.  I so liked that!"

   Morgan on her feet.  The stuff running down her.

   "You look a sight," laughed Emma.

   A push from Vickie and Emma was up against Morgan.  Super to see her
recoil and the sticky semen pulled between them.

   "So do you, Emma," said Vickie laughing.

   And of course the other two girls pressed against Vickie too, so all
girls had Matthew's cum on their skin - wet, sticky patches.  A nice
thought for him and not exactly unpleasant, either, seeing naked girls hug!

   "Look at Mr Stamford now.  He's gone all soft."

   And of course he was going that way.  The long erection was over but
what an experience to have had.

   "Would you girls like another Coke?"

   Back up the lawn they walked.  Three now more experienced girls.  One,
perhaps two no longer virgins!

   Very pleasant for Matthew to sit with them around the patio table.  A
delightful little naturist group - well, apart from the rather unusual
evidence of recent sexual play on all four!

   Nice to just chat and hear all about them.  Listen to their stories of
school, very much an all girls' school, a boarding school away from the
danger of boys, a closeted environment - an environment leaving the girls
rather younger in outlook than a mixed school would have done.  Though not
an environment which prevented academic success.  Matthew heard about their
plans for the future - gap years, travel and then uni.  and beyond. 
Broadening experiences to come.

   "Shall we play again?" It was Vickie.

   "Hide and Seek?" Asked Matthew.

   "Yes," the girls chorused.

   "Same rules?"

   "Oh no, it's our turn."

   "To find me?"

   "Yeah."

   "And..."

   "If we catch you we make you come again.  We'd like to see that again,
wouldn't we Emma and Morgan?"

   "Yes, please!"

   "Well, if I can - but you'll need to find me first!"

   Once more the party walked out onto the lawn.  The prospect of being
hunted by naked girls was exciting, the prospect of being caught and made
to come even more so but neither thought was having an effect.  Matthew's
refractory period had not yet elapsed!  He hoped it would have, by the time
he was caught.

   Matthew did not hurry.  It was rather pleasant to stand in the hot
sunshine looking at three naked girls with their eyes tight shut, slowly
rotating as they counted in unison to one hundred.  Even without an
erection it was pleasant enough to move his foreskin whilst enjoying their
nakedness.  He knew exactly where he was going to hide and how long it
would take him to get there and make himself comfortable.  He had, after
all, hidden there before.

   It was hot on the shed roof.  Easy to get onto and, being mono pitch,
the slope was easy enough to lie on and sloping down from the front it
meant he was hidden from view from below unless you happened to climb up on
the pile of bricks at the rear.  Of course being up high there was a little
more risk of exposure to other gardens but with trees and hedges he really
was quite invisible.  He could just lie there taking in the sun and think
of the girls hunting around in the garden below.

   The bees buzzed and the sun beat down, overhead but several miles high
an aeroplane went slowly over.  Far too far up for anyone to look down and
see a naked man spread-eagled on his shed roof.  It would have been a
different matter if it had been a micro light or even a small, low flying
plane.

   From near the shed came voices.

   "Where is he?  He's hidden awfully well."

   Lovely to think of the naked girls.  What an afternoon!  Pleasingly he
felt a stirring and his hand went to help.  Sweating in the heat, listening
to the girls, as he lay spread-eagled on his roof, exposed to the imaginary
micro light pilot, Matthew brought himself to tumescence.

   The voices faded away suggested if he did not do something he would not
be found - which whilst winning the game did not exactly seem the point of
it all!  Carefully he climbed down but equally he was careful to maintain
his erection.  He could hear the girls together in the distance and so, at
first, he could move freely.  Matthew could imagine himself the next day,
without the girls, walking naked in his garden to relive the experience but
for now this was real.  He was actually walking in his garden with naked
girls on the hunt for him!

   Closer to the voices Matthew dropped to his knees and moved forward
cautiously.  Lovely to espy the girls, their pretty bodies.  Such young
skin, such a delightful variety of breasts, such rounded bottoms and
exciting glimpses of their curly haired mons veneris.  Just so nice to see
them moving in the sunshine.  Matthew's hand worked himself as he watched.
How often did a man get such an opportunity to masturbate to the sight of
three naked young girls?

   Could he perhaps get really close to them before saying 'Boo, I win!" It
was worth the try - after all if they chased caught him, well, that was
going to be rather fun.

   Actually he got quite close before he was spotted.  Matthew had enjoyed
chasing Morgan and catching her but it was equally fun to be chased by the
three naked girls across his lawn as his erection bounded up and down.  Not
a good plan in any race to look behind you but the sight of their breasts
in motion as they ran was not to be missed and so of course he tripped and
they were on him immediately.  A tumble of bodies on the lawn.

   Absolutely fabulous for Matthew to feel three girls on him, three girls
spread-eagling him and holding him down.  Soft girl flesh holding his legs
down, hands on his wrists, panting chests heaving above him.  It was almost
surprising he did not have a spontaneous ejaculation!

   Spontaneous it was not: it had to be worked at and there were plenty of
hands ready and willing to do the job.

   Imagine if Sarah had come home unexpectedly and found him naked,
spread-eagled on the lawn and held down by three naked schoolgirls all
taking an interest in his penis.  Just imagine!  Matthew could.

   It would have been more than nice had the girls engaged in oral sex,
their mouths and fresh young lips moving ever closer, fascinated by what
was before them.  Matthew could imagine tongues drawn over lips, wetting
them in anticipation and, having taken the plunge, licking and sucking him
like an ice lolly until...  but perhaps they were not ready for that or had
even imagined such a thing.  Matthew, for himself, would have been more
than happy to return the favour, again he could imagine the three girls
lying back, legs open and three delightful sexes perhaps literally
quivering as they awaited the touch of his tongue on the so soft flesh and
then his head moving between one set of thighs and another, tongue probing:
but that was not to be.

   They had him at their mercy.

   "Does anyone...  you know.  I don't think I do; don't think I'm wet
enough now."

   "I do." It was Morgan.  "I want...  my own pace." Manoeuvring herself,
still holding him down but bringing her sex into line with Mathew's."

   "I'll help." A hand on his erection.  Emma holding him upright and then
Morgan pushing down to slide herself over him.

   Held by his arms, held by his legs and now even his fifth limb fully
clasped.

   "Wow Morgie, it's all gone in, right up to his..."

   Morgan was riding him.  The dark one, bouncing up and down on his pole.

   Luckily having come barely an hour before Matthew was not going to come
too quickly.  Apart from a verbal warning there was nothing he could have
done to prevent him releasing his fluid and fully taking Morgan's
virginity. If she had not heeded his warning the ejaculation would simply
have come, the eye at the end of his knob opening deep within her and the
semen pulsing out.

   Wonderful to see the young girl riding him, lovely to be held by the
girls and completely in their power.  Were they all going to have him?

   Morgan's pace quickened, her face screwed up.

   "Morgie, are you coming?" Vickie of course.

   "Fuck, yes!"

   Marvellous to see her young thighs working, pulling her sex up and down
his embedded shaft and quivering with the excitement of orgasm.

   The young girl slowed and stopped.  Her dark, dark curls mingling with
his own, his penis fully embedded; Matthew could imagine the swollen knob
hidden up inside her behind her tummy button.  Lovely to see the girl
flushed and panting.

   "Emma, Vickie?" Morgan was offering him.  They shook their heads.

   Slowly Morgan rose, Matthew's penis making reappearance inch by inch
until unsupported it swung forward to lie along his tummy.  It was very wet
indeed!

   Three hands went to his cock, three enthusiastic hands began working
him, three young hands making his slippery foreskin move, alternately
revealing and hiding his knob.

   "Stop girls or you'll make me come."

   "You must come, Mr Stamford.  We require it."

   His penis was brought to the vertical, standing up like a space rocket.

   There was nothing he could do, he was under their control and they made
him come.

   "Ahhh!" And straight up in the air like a fountain came the semen.  One
spurt after another.

   "Cool.  Look at it come!"

   Lovely to feel his second orgasm of the afternoon, lovely to see the
semen falling on their hands, getting between their fingers as they
continued their joint work extracting more from him.

   They did not stop until Matthew was completely limp.  His penis and
their fingers really covered.  And then hands and fingers wiped on the
grass rather than licked and sucked with relish.  Matthew smiled to
himself. They had not fully got the idea - or his idea of eroticism anyway!

   "Time to go," said Vickie, "Mum'll be home soon."

   Once more naked they walked back across the lawn to the fence.

   Lovely lifting them up one by one onto the apple tree.  A hand here, a
hand there, a kiss planted on a buttock or thigh.  The girls going along
the branch and dropping back next door.

   "Oh, you'll want these." Matthew threw their clothes over.

   With a wide grin.  Matthew walked naked back to the house, his well used
penis swinging comfortably.  Never could he have conceived when he had set
out from the house taking his first few steps naked into his garden what
the result would be.  Never!  It had all be just so unikely, so utterly
improbable.  All he had been trying to do was relive his holiday: what had
happened was something else entirely.  Matthew sat at the table looking at
the empty Coke glasses and thinking back.  Might there be another time?

   "Had a nice day?"

   Sarah was home.  Not to finding a naked husband with the scent of young
girlhood suspiciously about him and a dripping penis.  Matthew was freshly
showered and in a polo shirt and chinos.

   "Quiet, pleasant, relaxing really.  I just pottered about in the garden,
a bit of planting here and there." There was no need to be specific about
quite what he had been planting and in what.  No, not at all.  "Drink?"

   "Gin and tonic.  I'll just go and slip into something comfortable."

   A momentary panic.  Surely she did not mean...  "Oh yes!  Sounds
promising." He was not sure he could.  Not after coming twice that
afternoon and having been almost permanently in a state of excitement with
the girls.

   "I didn't mean it like that!  Perhaps at the weekend: not now.  Gin and
tonic with plenty of ice."

   Not normally a relief to hear that from Sarah, that she was not
interested: but today was different.  Had been very different!

   He was about to go to the drinks cabinet.

   "Sorry, Matthew, cancel that.  I'd forgotten.  We've got to go out to
the Hatchard's."

   "Who?"

   "Louise, she's one of my colleagues, a teacher.  It's her daughter's
eighteenth birthday party and she invited me along at the school today. 
Just for a couple of drinks.  And said to bring you."

   Matthew was not averse to a couple of drinks.  A quick change and Sarah
and he were on their way.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Hatchard were nice enough and he was happy enough to chat
to Phil Hatchard whilst Sarah chatted to Louise Hatchard and a group of the
other teachers - no doubt about teaching as teachers always do.  Matthew
was happy to avoid that.

   "Do you know my daughter, Emma?"

   A titian haired young girl came into the room.

   Matthew kept his cool.  Did he know her?  Yes he did, carnally, he had
almost inseminated her that very afternoon.  And Emma's pale skin was going
the most delightful shade of red.

   "Yes, yes we have met.  How are you, Emma?"

   It was a shock and a half, made the more so when, in slinky party
dresses, Vickie and Morgan appeared behind Emma.  Vickie with the most
enormous grin.