Hide and See

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.