by Lexi Archer
I gestured to my lap.
Kirsten stared at me with her mouth hanging open for a moment. I wondered if she was having second thoughts? Better to not give her a chance to think about it.
"Kirsten, I want you to lay across my lap." I said.
She raised her eyebrows, a mixture of confusion and lust plain on her face. As well she should be, but if I was going to punish Steve then it was going to be a punishment.
For starters.
"Kirsten," I said in my firmest voice possible. "Across my lap. Now."
Kirsten glanced at her boyfriend and then to me. It looked like I'd finally gotten Steve's attention. He stared, wide-eyed, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. And those eyes grew even wider as his pretty little cheerleader girlfriend laid down across my lap. The feeling of her body was like fire against my cock.
God I wish I could've told her to rip those clothes off before we started, but I didn't want to risk pressing too far too soon.
I looked down at that perfect body laid out before me, particularly on that gorgeous ass with her cheeks encased in those shorts that looked like they were painted on. The curve of her ass peeked out from the bottom edge. I looked up at Steve as I raised a hand. He shook his head slightly, but I wasn't in the mood to listen to him anymore.
The time for him to prevent this passed a long time ago.
My hand came down and slapped Kirsten's ass gently. She gasped as my hand made contact, and then to my surprise she wiggled her ass against my hand. I paused for a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of that perfect ass. I looked up at Steve who was staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed as another man spanked his perfect little girlfriend. Hell, I was probably the first guy to do something like this, to touch her like this, other than that asshole. Knowing that, knowing he was sitting there across the room watching, made me even harder than before. My cock pressed up into Kirsten’s stomach and she gasped as I pressed up into her.
I raised my hand again and brought it down. Slightly harder this time. Her ass cheeks jiggled hypnotically under the force of my smack and she wiggled as I kneaded her ass cheeks for a delicious moment. Another smack, another gasp.
Or was that a moan? Was she getting into this?
I raised my hand and brought it down again, harder. Another moan.
"If punishing you isn't getting through to you," I punctuated my words with another smack. "Then maybe punishing this hot piece of ass will get your attention?"
Another smack. This time the moan was definitely noticeable. Steve transferred his shocked stare from me to his girlfriend. Yeah, that's right asshole. Your pretty little girlfriend was into this.
I smacked again and Kirsten mumbled something into the sheets.
"What was that?"
The response was barely a whisper. "Harder."
The next smack wasn't nearly as hard as what I'd been giving her. I barely tapped her ass cheek before lifting up, and I heard a disappointed sigh.
"I'm sorry Kirsten," I said. "Can you say that louder?"
I tapped her lightly the ass once again and she let out another frustrated moan. I looked up a Steve and grinned.
"I said a harder, damn it," Kirsten said.
I slammed my hand down on, loving the way her cheeks bounced under my smack, the sting on my hand as it made contact, the naughty feeling of spanking of my roommate's perfect little girlfriend, and the sight of her tight body as she rubbed against me. It was all so much that I very nearly came at that moment. I had to pause to keep from blowing my load against the inside of my pants and her stomach.
As much fun as I was having, I had other places I'd much rather blow that load.
Apparently it was just as good for Kirsten judging by her reaction. She screamed louder than anything she'd let out up to this point. It was so loud that I almost worried she might catch the attention of the people partying out in the halls. Then again, the sound of a girl moaning through a door wasn't exactly out of the ordinary on a party night either.
She bit down on the sheets in front of her and the scream was muffled.
"Stop it" Steve said.
I looked at my unwanted roommate and raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stop?"
"I said stop you asshole," he said.
Actually he didn't say it so much as a came out as a strangled cry. And yet it wasn’t quite the reaction I thought I’d get. I figured he’d be crying or something. I figured this might finally get through to him and he’d be beside himself. Sure he was still breathing heavily, but he wasn’t exactly falling apart. He was leaning forward wide-eyed staring at us.
Whatever. I wasn’t going to let him get in the way of my fun even if he wasn’t reacting quite the way I’d hoped. Besides, if this wasn’t getting through to him I figured it was time to turn the screws a little more. Time to check in with his perfect little girlfriend and let him know just how completely his perfect little relationship was being dominated and torn apart.
"Kirsten." I leaned down and looked her in the face as she turned to look at me, sheets still buried in her mouth from her scream. "Do you want me to stop?"
She pressed her stomach down against my cock and whimpered. I'd stopped the spanking, but I was still kneading her ass and she was still pressing back to meet my hand. She shook her head and I grinned. I looked up to Steve who was staring intently, and was that a hand on his cock? What the fuck?
I turned back to his girlfriend.
"Kirsten. I want you to know that you can say no any time and we're done. Just give the word."
Kirsten mumbled something difficult to understand both because she was so quiet and because she still had those sheets in her mouth. I reached down and pulled them out.
"Could you say that again? I don't think Steve heard you."
"Keep going," she said.
She pulled the sheets back into her mouth and let out another scream as I let loose with a flurry of smacks against her ass. Her stomach was grinding against my cock, and I felt one of her hands moved down in between my legs until it was grabbing my dick through my shorts. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt her pretty little hand rubbing my cock. Oh fuck did that feel good. Here I was in my room, staring at this fuckhead who'd made my life so miserable this year, and yet it all seemed worth it on balance if it led to this moment when his hot little girlfriend had her hands on my cock and I had my hand on her ass.
I shrugged as I looked at Steve. "Sorry bro," I said. "It doesn't look like your girlfriend wants to stop."
He didn’t get mad exactly. He just looked from Kirsten to me, a fire obviously burning in his eyes. I figured he must be good and pissed by now even if he wasn’t exactly reacting the way I’d expected. He spoke, and it was level and quiet.
“This is your last chance to stop Blake,” Steve said.
"Or what?" I asked. "Are you really going to try and beat me up? Kirsten said yes, that's the only person who can say stop and make me listen."
Another smack. Another moan. Her hand ran up and down my cock. Fuck that felt good.
And it wasn't like Steve had a prayer anyways. I spent enough time in the gym lifting that I had a feeling I could snap the little asshole in two without breaking a sweat. He had some muscle on him, but he was more wiry and skinny than anything else. And on top of that, he'd indulged himself in the usual freshman fraternity diet of booze and junk food which meant that any semblance of shape he might've been in at one point was now gone. Maybe that slight gut he was starting to develop on his skinny frame had something to do with why his girlfriend had her hands against my cock instead?
"Sit pledge," I said.
Not that I actually expected him to sit. So it was doubly surprising when he did. I figured he'd get up and storm out of the room, maybe storm out of the fraternity. And if that got him out of my life for good then that was just fine by me. I certainly didn't expect him to stay and watch, but that was exactly what he did. He sat there on his cot and stared as I spanked his perfect girlfriend
’s oh-so-deliciously-tight body.
Whatever. Wouldn't be the first time I'd had an audience.
And there was no way that I was going to stop spanking this hot little piece of ass. I'd been lusting after Kirsten for the better part of this year, and if this little freshman hottie was going to give herself over to me than I was going to enjoy it.
I'd been massaging her ass every time I finished with a smack, but with the next smack I decided to get a little bolder. Instead of kneading her ass, instead I ran my hand down until my thumb was running along her pussy. The reaction was almost immediate. She didn't let out a gasp, or even a scream, but instead a little moan that was muffled because she still had her face buried in the sheets. Encouraged by this positive reaction, I ran my thumb up and down the length of her pussy which was barely covered by her shorts.
"Does that feel good?"
"Fuck yeah," she hissed.
"I want you to turn and tell Steve."
Kirsten shook her head no into the sheets, and I brought my hand up and brought it down on her ass again. This time I got another pleasurable scream followed by a moan.
"You're being a bad girl. Now tell Steve how good that feels."
I moved my hand back down to her pussy again, this time pushing the material of her shorts, she wasn't wearing any panties, aside and pressing my thumb against her lips. God she was so fucking hot, tight, and wet. I had to fuck this hottie. There was just no getting around it. She was going to feel my cock inside her, even if her boyfriend was standing right there watching.
Kirsten turned to look at Steve. "Oh God, it feels so good."
"Tell him what I'm doing," I said.
Kirsten gasped as my thumb pressed inside her pussy, just the tip in her entrance, but still enough to part those lips and feel her wetness grasping for my thumb and begging for more.
"Oh God Steve," she said. "He has his thumb in my pussy and it feels so fucking good."
I looked up a Steve whose hand was still running up and down his cock. His eyes were focused with precision accuracy on the spot where my hand was making contact with his girlfriends pussy. I knew from talking with him, well it was actually more like listening to him brag, that he was the only guy Kirsten had ever been with. That would make me only the second guy to have penetrated this perfect tight little body.
And I was just getting started.
"God your pussy feels so great Kirsten. I knew you'd feel wonderful."
She responded with a moan as I brushed my thumb against her clit. I needed to have some more fun with her, but the last thing I wanted was to be in the middle of enjoying myself with this hot little girlfriend and have the jealous boyfriend on the other side of the room decide he was taking matters into his own hands.
"Kirsten, I really want a taste that pretty little pussy of yours."
I continued my assault on her clit as I pressed a finger into her pussy. I was rewarded with another moan as her body gyrated and her breathing quickened under my ministrations.
I looked Steve straight in the eye. "Do you want to feel my tongue on your sweet little pussy?"
"Oh God yes," Kirsten said.
"Then I need you to do something for me baby," I said.
"Anything."
"I need you to tie Steve down to that bed."
Kirsten looked up at me and then turned to look at her boyfriend sitting on his cot. I had a pretty good idea of what was going through her mind. Any remaining loyalty to her boyfriend was warring with the feelings coursing through her body and her desire to have that fun new college experience she mentioned. But it must not have been much of a struggle, because she shifted and sat up so that she was on my lap, my cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. It took every ounce of my control not to lift her up, rip open my shorts, pull that thin material aside, and plunge my cock inside her right there.
Apparently she had the same idea that I did, because she was grinding more insistently against my cock. God I needed to feel that pussy wrapped around me.
But no, not yet.
"Go on," I said. "Tie him up."
Kirsten turned to look at me and took my breath away. Her eyes were half lidded and clouded with lust, and she was biting her lip in that universal female symbol for "I want you to fuck me now. Seeing that look on that perfectly sculpted face, knowing that it was reserved exclusively for me, made my cock twitch again. I had to seriously concentrate and think about baseball for a moment lest I explode all over her.
"What should I use?" she asked.
"Hey!" Steve said. "I'm sitting right here you know."
"And you'll be laying right there tied to your cot in a minute," I said. "That's your choice man. You stay in here and you're tied down. You go, there's the door."
The hatred was evident in Steve's eyes, but he stayed right where he was. A little flicker down below caught my attention and I glanced down. As soon as he saw me looking he pulled it away, but I saw his fucking hand not just stroking, but going to town on his cock through his shorts.
The little asshole was getting off on this!
"I have some old gym shirts in the top drawer of my dresser. Use those to tie him down."
Kirsten obliged, grabbing some t-shirts out of my dresser and motioning for Steve to lay down. She tied one end of the shirts around his hands and then the other to the metal frame on his cot. Then she followed suit with his legs. I walked over and gave a quick tug to make sure that he was tied down securely, or securely enough that he couldn't get away while I was having some fun with his girlfriend at least, and was satisfied. Kirsten did a good job with those knots.
Now it was time for me to do a good job with her.
Kirsten stood beside Steve's cot. I looked down at him and grinned, and he stared up at me with obvious hatred in his eyes. But he wasn't doing anything about it. What a putz. I decided to have a little fun before we moved the festivities over to my bed.
I grabbed Kirsten and set her down so that she was right beside her boyfriend. I wanted to make sure that he had a good view for what was about to happen. I got down on my knees in front of her and leaned in to brush my lips against hers.
God those lips were soft. Probably the softest lips that I'd ever tasted. The temptation was too great. I wanted to take things slow and enjoy myself, but feeling her pressed against me was too much. I opened my mouth and shoved my tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and her tongue was swirling around mine. I savored her taste. This might be a onetime thing after all, and I wanted to make the most of what little time I had.
I moved my hands to her waist and ran them up and down, luxuriating in the silky smooth feel of her tanned and toned body. I moved a hand up under her tank top to cup her bra as my other hand moved around to feel at the back of her bra through her tanktop. With a well practiced twist her bra popped open. I lifted her tanktop and my cock twitched with desire as every inch of her perfect body was revealed to me. I nearly went over the edge as her tits popped out.
This hot little cheerleader was every bit as magnificent as I could have imagined. Perfectly rounded breasts without a hint of sag jiggled as I tossed her top aside. Her tits were just as tanned as the rest of her body. I guess she spent time at the tanning bed. And despite that tan they were capped with soft pink nipples that I just had to taste.
And so I did. I leaned down and socked one of her nipples into my mouth with my tongue swirling around the areola and nibbling on the edge of her nipple. Kirsten let out a sigh and pressed her tits forward. I looked over to Steve as I sucked on his girlfriend's tits. I wanted to make sure he didn't miss a single moment of this.
And sure enough he was staring, although this time he didn't look nearly as pissed off. Hell, it looked like he was enjoying himself. Well, if the little pervert wanted to show that I was going to give it to him.
I kissed down Kirsten's tits, enjoying the feel of her breasts as I cupped them in my hands and pressed them together with my face buried in her cleavage. From her cleavage
I kissed down to her belly button where I swirled my tongue inside that perfect little indentation. Her body tasted of whatever lotion she had put on before she came out to the house. Maybe some sort of coconut?
Whatever.
I kissed my way down until my mouth was at the band of her shorts. I wrapped my hands around the elastic yanked, exposing the top of her pussy to me. Oh and what a pleasant surprise this was. I'd been with all sorts of girls, some who looked like they could have been the centerfold for a 1970s penthouse spread, and others who just did the landing strip. But this was a first for me. Kirsten kept herself completely shaved, or waxed, down there.
I pulled her shorts down and she lifted her legs up to assist. Once they were off entirely I took a moment to sniff them before tossing them over to my bed. That particular bit of clothing was going to stay in my room as a nice trophy of this night.
I placed my hands on her silky smooth thighs and pushed them apart ever so slightly. She smiled down at me as I continued kissing until my face was even with the pouting pink lips of her pussy. I inhaled deeply through my nose, detecting an even stronger scent than what I'd gotten from her panties. Her pussy lips were slick with her wetness. She was definitely ready. The intoxicating smell was too much.
I had to taste her.
I buried my face in her pussy, sticking out my tongue and shoving it as far as I could up inside her. Kirsten let out a gasp that turned to a moan as I moved my tongue up and down. Fuck did she taste amazing. This had to be the single best tasting pussy I'd ever had in my life, made all the sweeter by the knowledge that her asshole boyfriend was sitting watching every minute of this. She shoved her hips up to meet every thrust of my tongue as her legs clamped around my head. Her moans grew louder and more insistent.
I replaced my tongue with my index finger, moving it up inside the velvety walls of her pussy and reveling in the feeling of it clamping down around me, imagining that it was my cock that her pussy was clamping around and not just my fingers. But all in good time. I traced my tongue up and sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and being rewarded with a fresh wave of moans.