You Hide I Seek

You Hide, I Seek!

The house feels empty but I check it anyway, starting in the kitchen and working through from top to bottom in my search for you. 'Hide and seek!' the note says in block capitals pinned to the cork board and my heart jumps at the thought of you waiting somewhere close by, quivering as you wait for me to lay my hands on you. I catch a faint whiff of your scent in the bedroom but you aren't under the bed or in the wardrobes and I realise it is just a trace wafting in the air like the dust motes that slip silently around in the sunlight. You aren't doing a Psycho shower scene in the bathroom either and so I head back to the kitchen, knowing that you are somewhere out in the garden, hiding amidst the shrubbery.

The back door opens with a creak and I wonder if you quiver at the sound, knowing that I am getting closer. The gravel crunches under my feet as I walk across the patio and peer into the shed, disturbing only spiders with my gaze. I skirt the flower beds and tread on the lawn, feeling it soften my footsteps as I head towards the trees at the bottom of the garden. I can sense you now, feel you, smell you and I smile with pleasure at the thought of tracking you down to your lair like a beast. I step into the shaded cool under the branches and I hear a little hiss and I know you are behind the wide trunk of the oak, lurking in the long grass and the leaves and the scattered acorns that dot the ground like pebbles. Is your breath coming faster? Does your heart thump loudly in your breast?

I step round the trunk and spot you, cowering down at my feet and you go to run away but I catch you and throw you down into the grass and dirt. My foot pins you down as I place it on your buttocks, feeling them squirm against me through the material of your trousers. I reach down and fumble with the button of your trousers until it clicks open and then I pull them down to your ankles revealing the pert prettiness of a pair of black lace panties covering your modesty. I release you and step away and spot what I want outside the shaded penumbra of the tree and I walk over calmly and grasp the thin bamboo cane that has been used to hold a plant up. I return to find you scrambling away, trying to pull your trousers back up and I sigh at your recalcitrance and pin you back down with my foot, this time in the small of your back before I use it to slide your panties down to bare your bottom.

The thin bamboo makes a pleasant whistle as I test it and I leave the smeared dirt on the tip as I line it up and strike down your derriere, creating a thin line of red as you squeal into the earth. I set up a rhythm, striking each buttock in turn, caning you from outside to in, the tip catching your tenderness and making you cry out. The striations mark you beautifully, red lines running down the white globes vertically and I step away and move to the side. Now I can cross the marks and I create a chequerboard of welts on your skin as I work my way from top to bottom and then finish on your soft thighs, ignoring your squeals and the squirming of your pain-filled body.

I make you stand and strip, watching your tear-stained face and the clouded eyes as you slip off your shirt and then your bra and step out of your trousers and panties that cling like shackles round your ankles. I strip off myself, enjoying the delicate play of the air on my heated flesh, cooling my heated cock. You stretch yourself back out and I sit on your bottom cheeks, experiencing the warmth burning into me from the weals on your skin as I grind your soft breasts into the dirt. My fingers find your slit is slippery with need and longing, pulsing softly against my fingers as they slide in and out rhythmically, stretching your hungry mouth open wider with two then three as you push your hips back slightly in a greedy effort to attain more.

I still my fingers, teasing you, tantalising you with tiny movements and stroke the hard swollen nub of your clit with my thumb, rolling it round and coating it with your slickness. I stroke up to the tight pucker of your anus and ring it with my wet fingers and feel you respond, spreading your thighs wider to allow me greater access to your intimacy. I laugh as I spot the perfect plaything in the grass and I pick it up and press the acorn against your rectal ring. It swallows it easily, sucking it deep inside and I find another and I feed your hungry nether mouth with ten, fifteen then twenty acorns before I slide into place myself and rest my hardness against the gaping opening.

The feeling as I slide inside your anal pucker is exquisite; a tight gripping of my glans and a burning heat that suffuses my shaft as I go deeper and feel the acorns being pushed up further. You moan and wriggle in the earth and I wonder how full you feel as my cock penetrates your rectum which is already stuffed with the seeds of the oak tree? I move slowly and carefully, squashing down onto your buttocks and filling you deep with my prick then sliding out to the tip while my fingers find your wetness and delve into your quim again. You push back up towards me, raising your hips a little from the ground, opening yourself to my ravishing and I impale you fully again and again as your squeals ring out and the tender shivers shake your body with tremors and shudders. I still inside you, feeling your tightness ripple round me and I resist the temptation to spill my love inside you.

I wait until you are calmer and then I withdraw slowly, gasping at the tight gripping of my shaft until it pops free and your dark star gapes open with longing. I roll you over and straddle your torso, fitting my gleaming shaft into the deep valley between your breasts and I use them to cushion it as it slides through the soft flesh until my seed spurts in a white torrent, leaping up over your chin and lips and then dribbling down over your earth-stained breasts. I smooth it in, watching the dirt and liquid mingle, making pretty patterns on your flesh as your tongue flickers out and licks the seed from your lips.