A very personal tribute
The following short story was written by Lars to his fellow blogger, Freya, when he spotted her blog post about what she considered to be the best part of her own body. She enjoyed Lars’s writing very much. How about you?
I saw this photo on your blog. I was instantly aroused. My little brother suddenly sprang to attention inside my trousers. The pressure on my fly buttons almost caused them to pop open. Very sexy thoughts raced through my mind as I jumped into the photo and joined you there
I slapped that curvaceous bottom of yours; hard! Thwack!
I was hard and growing harder.
You didn’t move, so I slapped again.
“That hardly tickled me!” you laughed.
“It doesn’t hurt, eh? We’ll soon see about that! When I spank you bare bum it’s going to sting!”
“I can’t wait for that!”
I reach forward and grab the sides of your waistband and slowly slide my hands around to the front, relishing the touch of your smooth, warm skin. As I pop open the top button of your jeans, I press my hips against you. You press back, willingly. You wriggle your bottom until you can feel my obvious arousal fitting perfectly between your tight cheeks. I press harder, rocking as I do so. You push back, matching my rhythm.
My right hand slips into the tight gap at the front of your jeans. My left hand moves upwards under your camisole top to squeeze your breast. You moan, still thrusting backwards against me. I pull your bra cup down and flick your nipple rapidly with my index finger and thumb. You throw your head back against my shoulder in ecstasy.
I undo the rest of the buttons on the fly of your jeans, deliberately letting my fingers wander to touch you intimately through the material as I do so. I crouch down, tugging your jeans downwards as I descend.
“You’re not wearing any knickers, Freya!” I exclaim. “That is very naughty indeed, and you know what happens to naughty girls get don’t you?”
“Yes! I really do deserve a spanking.”
“And you are about to get one!”
You raise your feet, one by one, and I pull off your trousers and cast them aside. You stand up and make a move to remove your top. You pause when you see the look that I am giving you.
“Yes. Please take off your top and your bra. I want to see you completely naked. You are so sexy!”
They quickly join your jeans on the patio floor.
“Now lean forward and rest your elbows on the table. Spread your legs and stay very still.”
You do as I ask. What a view I’ve got! This is even better than the photograph that I leapt into a few moments ago. As my eyes take in the sight your sensual curves and your gleaming inner thighs, and as my erection threatens to grow beyond all previous limits, I remove my own clothes.
I smack one of your gorgeous round cheeks.
“Oh sorry. Don’t you like it? Should I stop?”
“No. No. Please don’t stop. I want it. Smack me again.”
You yelp with each smack. I stop to caress your bottom and slide my fingers between your cheeks. I slide them downwards. You are so slick and oily and wet, and you are so obviously totally ready for me. But I am not quite ready yet. I want this to last a bit longer.
I move around behind you, slotting myself once more between your cheeks. Once more, you push back against me. We rock together. I want you so badly. I can tell by your movements that you want me just as badly.
A very dirty thought enters my mind. I’d really love to bury my prick to the hilt in your tight little ass- hole. I pull back slightly and lodge my tip firmly against your entrance so that it stretches slightly.
“Yes! I want you. I want you to fuck my ass! But not dry, like this. I’ve got some lube up in the bedroom. Let’s go!”
“No. Not yet. Later.”
I draw back.
“That’s a very, very naughty thought though, Freya. And it is just the thought that I was having myself.”
“You deserved that for being so dirty. Didn’t you?”
“Yes. I did. And I deserve more.”
You are loving this every bit as much as me.
I move behind you once more. This time, as I move forward. I push my prick between your legs so that the tip bounces up against your tummy. You close your legs start swaying back against me. I can hardly contain myself, but the feeling is so good. I slide my hands around your hips until I can press my penis against your juicy opening. You moan and place your hands on top of mine, still bent forward onto the table and thrusting back against me.
We continue like this for many minutes, slowing down each time we approach a climax, and then increasing the pace and the enjoyment until we approach that peak once more. We both come close to orgasm several times before you finally press the head of my prick inside your willing, slick pussy.
My hands roam all over your body as your own fingers play with crazy lust amongst our freely flowing juices, squeezing us both in a mad, passionate frenzy. Your push your finger-tips inside yourself, increasing the sensations on my thrusting sword, and doing god-knows-what to yourself. There are absolutely no limits today.
My hands grasp at, and squeeze, your beautiful breasts, pinching your erect nipples, extracting yet another squeal from you. I bite your neck. I reach up and pull your hair so that you arch your back against my chest, hugging me even tighter with your inner muscles. You are so ready for me; wet and steamy. You shuffle your feet apart so that your legs spread widely. I can feel your heat as I slide easily into your welcoming haven. As I thrust deeper, I can feel all of your tiny muscles clenching me in glorious spasms.
I thrust into you, hard. Back and forth we move, my hips clashing against your beautiful backside. It may be your best asset, but I am enjoying the entire feast of your wonderfully gorgeous body right now.
Our passion grows. The volume of our groaning and panting increases until we are almost screaming into the stratosphere. We are well beyond the point of no return. There is no stopping us now. With a roar I explode inside you. My hot cream instantly mixing with your steaming juices. You shudder as the tremors of your orgasm ripples through your body like an earthquake. There are trembling aftershocks. Your orgasms seem to last an age. I feel every one as powerfully as my own. My whole body feels as if it’s on fire.
As soon as I withdraw from you, you spin round and grab my hands.
“Come on! You know what’s coming next. Let’s go upstairs and find that lube. You’ll love it. It’s cherry flavour,” you laugh.
As we run upstairs, we both know that we have hours of playtime ahead of us