Every female reaches a point where she knows and accepts
the fact that she is about to be royally fucked. At that point
in time she willingly gives in to the inevitable, a good cunt
pounding.
Kelly was a challenge. I needed to use her insecurities,
emotions and naivety. She was jealous of my relationship with
Beth, and believed Beth put out for me even though she didn't.
I planned to use this to my advantage. She struggled with
our relationship as well as her blossoming sexuality. Above
all she struggled with the challenge of being caught off guard.
I would use all of these weaknesses to get into her pants.
So as the Friday night developed I took baby steps designed
towards breaking this philly until she would collapse for
my pleasure.
Kelly was nothing short of delicious "eye candy"
that night. Her flowing strawberry blond hair and creamy complexion
was to die for. She wore a simple tight baby blue tee just
barely exposing her midriff and a dangerously short jeans
skirt revealing her beautiful legs and curvy ass. Looking
at her, I knew there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't turn
his head to get a second look at this marvel of nature. And
any man alive would dream of the pleasures of getting into
her skirt, including me.
The party at Marks house began slowly, some music and lots
of chat. To my advantage Kelly became visibly annoyed with
Beth's arrival. Arriving without a date and worried Beth might
try to snatch me away from her was a tool to be used. Kelly
was smart, very smart but naïve. Uncharacteristically
Kelly started to loosen up. Someone brought a bottle of Southern
Comfort and she threw back a couple of shots, and soon afterwards
a third shot to show off her maturity. Wow, Kelly wanted to
show she was grown up, to party hardy to gather my attention.
No way could this have been planned better; alcohol weakens
the intellectual senses but raises basic instincts. Breathing,
heartbeat and of course reproduction are all basic.
I intended, drooling mentally, about fulfilling Kelly's basic
needs. I wanted to get her cunt steaming hot and then ram
my cock into her. But I would need to message her emotions.
Intentionally chatting with Beth, I occasionally naughtily
glanced over at Kelly. I was placing our relationship on the
line trying to arouse a response from Kelly. No way would
I have done this without the Southern Comfort. It worked.
Another unwise hit of Southern Comfort moved things along
for my advantage.
Kelly wanted me alone for herself and asked me to dance.
The trap was set, she set it.
We went outside to cool off after two hot dances and continued
to dance, tease and laugh in the cooler air. A slow song gave
me the opportunity I needed to get close, very close. I pulled
Kelly as close and tight as I could. With my knee wedged in
between her legs, skin to skin, I could feel what I want from
her. Pulling her tight with my hand against the small of her
back I am not going to let her go until her juices started
to flow.
It was perfect, her skirt rose up slightly as my leg pushed
between her hot legs. That warm luscious body tightly against
me on a cool summer night was electric.
After a half dozen more songs Kelly and I found our way to
the boathouse. With her back against the wall I planted a
deep kiss slowly spreading her innocent lips apart and teasing
her tongue with unexpected in and out motions. Our tongues
danced for what seamed like all to long before I led her by
the hand to the far side of the boat house towards the dock
