Meanwhile Matthew and his own penis were not idle. With no idea that Sarah was busy applying a 'sauce for the goose' naughtiness of her own, Matthew had readily agreed to Vickie's ideas of what they all might do. Vickie could not really be blamed. Matthew had mentioned Sarah's impending absence and Vickie had certainly suggested Matthew should not be left alone to mope or something.
"Shall we come around for a sleep over? Do you think we could be five in a bed?"
Matthew had thought it not possible before when at the Royston's and had slept with just Vickie and Charlotte in Vickie's double bed whilst Charlotte and Emma had slept in sleeping bags on the floor, but Sarah and his bed was not simply a double, it was 'king-size'. A squash perhaps but, well, he could always leave them sleeping and use the spare room -- after... yes, after!
Vickie seemed to presume the other girls would be free and available to come around to hers and thence to the Stamford's house via the tree. Presumptuous maybe but, nonetheless, it did seem they were indeed able to get away for a sleepover at Vickie's, only the sleeping would not be at Vickie's rather at her mature neighbour's and, which would have more than shocked all those parents, Matthew Stamford would be very much sleeping with them; not just in another room to keep an eye on them and make sure they did not get up to mischief. He would neither be in another room nor seeing they would not get up to mischief; instead, he would be very much the centre of the mischief. Naked Mr Stamford and four teenage girls.
"Be naked when we come in, please," Vickie had asked, "it's so sexy."
He was preparing a salad when the girls all arrived. Vickie had asked for a light supper and that was what he had been preparing. He had showered and come down the stairs naked and had put on an apron in the kitchen to set to work. Perhaps it was the nakedness, apart from the apron, but he kept finding sexual connections in the salad. Even the lettuce, bright green rather than pink, but its frills reminding him of frilly sexual lips. Of course, the big green cucumber was even more direct -- like a great big, curving dark green cock. Being wrapped in tight clear plastic Matthew could not miss the similarity to a condom -- penis wrapped in latex, cucumber in plastic. He wondered why cucumbers always seemed to be wrapped in plastic. What was the purpose? (apparently, he discovered on researching the question, it stops them losing moisture on the grocery shelf, prevents bruising and damage and keeps decay-causing oxygen out). Matthew unwrapped two, washed them and sliced one, wincing slightly -- again at the connotation. Matthew stood in his kitchen, holding the second cucumber, holding it an erection angle -- might he perhaps use that on the girls? The thought of four naked girls on his counter-top with open legs and accommodating pussies most pleasing. How would they like it if he was to 'cucumber-fuck' each in turn. It was a pleasing idea and Matthew easily erected to it, his trusty organ very much mimicking the cucumber, though not in its dark green colour. Condom on or condomless? Plastic on or plastic off?
Tomatoes, plum shaped ones so very testicle like; spring onions -- vaguely phallic; asparagus -- well, a little more than obvious; green and red peppers chopped -- perhaps not with any connotation at all, until he drew out the long, red, pointed one from his salad drawer; ah, carrots -- definitely phallic and so suitable for use on young and excited pussies!
The vegetables, other than the frilly lettuce, seemed to have more about the male sexual organs than the female. Not at all so when it came to figs; opened, the juicy, pink-purple interior looked very vulvic, all ready for a half-peeled banana -- perhaps.
It was when he came to the dressing for the salad that Matthew really got a bit too excited. His penis would not go down, and the rubbing against the apron as he moved became annoying. He undid and removed it leaving him naked and erect. Not as you normally see men in the kitchen. Matthew's recipe for a thick, creamy salad dressing called for thick Greek yogurt, feta cheese, juice of a lemon, a grated clove of garlic, extra virgin olive oil, and a little water all whizzed up and blended to a creamy consistency; runny enough to drizzle onto the salad, and looking remarkably like fresh cum. In his mind a TV chef, a pretty woman perhaps like Sarah, talking about salads and especially dressings and saying her favourite dressing was a little bit naughty, not because it was particularly fattening or had sugar in it or sherry or brandy but uses a particular natural ingredient...
"I like mine not cold from the refrigerator -- one I had prepared earlier -- but all warm and freshly drizzled." She looks straight at the camera, "It's cum. Most of you will have some around the house, may even have your own. Now here is Johnny, I did, for speed, prepare him earlier!" Into the camera shot walks a fine young man, as naked as Matthew and, indeed, as erect. There on camera a stark-naked man with his generative organ fully erected, his foreskin well down and his twin balls hanging pulling their sac well down. "Now take your cock, important to have it handy and ready just before serving, best well prepared -- kept at a rolling boil if you like -- and then just wank it over your salad." Her hand clasping as she spoke and moving the foreskin up and down, smiling and nodding at the camera. "It's all a bit like using a piping bag for icing, you just need to practise and aim well."
The camera capturing the moment, perfectly done, no second chance, no second 'take' possible; the penis spurting its creamy dressing all over the salad. Is the young man a Greek, producing a Greek dressing? Matthew's recipe with that Feta cheese, Greek yogurt and Mediterranean ingredients certainly was Greek. Plentiful cum pouring out on camera, splashing on the lettuce and liberally spread all over the salad, the TV cook's hand moving, the dressing all warm and, perhaps, delicious!
A tap at the windowpane and there were the girls. Matthew had missed them coming over the fence using the tree. A pity, as he liked seeing the girls all stretched and with their legs hanging. Not that all were in skirts but girls' legs in jeans are still quite pleasing. Vickie there with a big grin, her pony tail hanging down behind her white blouse, a blouse well pushed out at the front, she in light blue jeans with orange stitching; little Emma in green tee shirt and pleated green skirt, the green so going with her mass of copper curls; stocky Morgan in blue blouse and brown skirt with her strong legs looking so good beneath the hem, massed black hair all loose; Charlotte in neat fawn trousers under a red top, her short, fair hair decorated by a leaf from the tree -- not that she was aware of that. Matthew, on the other hand, dressed in nothing at all as he came to let them in. Cucumber in one hand, his male appendage rising up before him, opening the door for them. A quite charming CFNM scene, really. The naked older man caught erect by young, clothed women. No gasps or eyes turned away in embarrassment or disgust, indeed, quite the opposite.
"Oooh, that does look nice," exclaimed Vickie in her usual, straight at it way, "very green," she added with a giggle, her eyes on the cucumber.
"Come on in," said Matthew, "I'm just preparing supper."
They filed past him, each stroking his cock as they passed. Young feminine hands familiar with his standing, hard appendage -- each had had it in her vagina and in her mouth and, certainly, her hand before.
Lovely to sit around the table with the girls. Matthew insisting on putting a shirt on. Just not done to sit down to eat bare-chested, but nothing he was aware of in his book of etiquette, learnt of course from his mother, about wearing trousers or anything else down below. So very pleasant to occasionally find the girls either side of him, Emma and Morgan, reaching and massaging, it was rather more than just stroking, his penis. He did not have a continuous hard on, but he certainly erected more than once. A pleasant repast for all, not too heavy if they were all to engage in sexual activity later -- and that was the plan. So, no treacle tart or sticky toffee pudding to finish, but a rather good tub of vanilla ice-cream and hot chocolate sauce made by melting a real chocolate bar.
"Can we dip you, Mr Stamford? It'd be lovely," Vickie licking her lips.
"Dip what?" Matthew not as quick on the uptake as was usual.
"Your penis -- in the chocolate!"
Matthew having then to stand up and spread his legs whilst the girls brought the bowl of warm, melted chocolate upwards to his soft, hanging penis. A slow raising so that just the peeled, domed knob was dipped, the chocolate neatly stopping just beyond where the splay finished, and the glans curved out and inwards to meet the shaft. His already smooth glans penis now covered in a smooth, flawless coating of shiny chocolate. Matthew's cock all pink, his knob a rich, deep brown colour.
The bowl lowered and the chocolate cock admired.
"Looks yummy," said Emma.
"Perhaps we should dip it all," suggested Morgan.
But dipping was going to become difficult. Perhaps it was the warmth of the dip, maybe the girls' appreciation, or maybe Charlotte's hand tickling his balls, but Matthew's penis grew once again and rose up, wonderfully not at all disturbing the chocolate. Quite the contrary, being liquid it accommodated the swelling glans keeping it all chocolate covered and shiny. No mess, just a perfectly coated penis-head. 'Enrobed' in chocolate as it might say on a box of chocolates; something like, 'A succulent, candied cherry, double-enrobed in milk and dark chocolate' or 'Real stem ginger crystallised and enrobed in fine Belgian chocolate' or even 'Melt in the mouth chocolate, hiding something special inside'.
Matthew pulled his shirt off, not wishing to spoil the cock by its edge catching the chocolate, and so there he was, naked, erect and with a shiny chocolate knob.
"So yummy," said Emma again, "it'll be lovely to lick or really suck."
