All is fair in Love

That sizzling afternoon, I sat down on the couch, watching TV and treating myself to a chilled bottle of Star beer. Philomena came into the parlour, stood beside the couch and she snorted

"Where did you get that beer from?"

I turned in her direction and asked, "How is that your business?"

She was taken aback by my response. "Am I the one you are asking that question?" she verbalized, little bits of ire present in the tone of her voice.

A canny smile cut across my face. The beer certainly was giving me morale and I loved it. This was the first time we were having conservation longer than two words, so I wanted to keep the conservation going.

"Yes! Aren't we the only ones in the house?"

Both hands went to her hips "I will tell aunt Uka, this is what you do when she goes out to work"

"Which is what exactly?"

"That you now take beer from her fridge to drink."

My eyes still pinned on the TV screen, I responded "No, Philomena. You won't tell her".

Curiosity suddenly appeared on her face and she asked, "Why won't I?"

I cast her a sidelong glance and slowly said, "Sit down and I will tell you".

"You must be really drunk to think I will join you. I have other important things to do…"

"Common Philomena, you are always overworking yourself. Loosen up a little and relax".

"Relax with you and do what?" she asked in a suspicious tone.

"Nothing, just watch TV and maybe share this beer with me".

"No, I don't drink alcohol," she said refusing to sit.

Right then, it occurred to me that I had to put more effort into getting her to sit. So, I grabbed her left hand and swiftly pulled her down. She fell effortlessly and landed on my laps, sitting on my dick. The feeling of her soft buttocks pressed against my cock began sending ideas to my little guy.

She was overpowered by the stench of beer. It practically radiated off me which resulted in a sudden squeeze on her face.

"Jesus, you smell like a beer parlour. How many bottles have you taken?"

"Just three…" I replied.

"Three bottles!" she screamed, sniggering childishly in between.

"It is small. I have downed more than six bottles before" I said making it sound like it was an achievement.

"Really?" she asked sounding impressed.

Her laughter sounded like an early morning bird song and my heart skipped a bit. The sound of it jolted like an electric current. I felt my little guy getting angry, rising, and looking for a way out of my shorts.

"Alex!" she screamed sounding aghast.

"Yes!" I replied, while my hands found their way to her laps.

"What is that hard thing pressed against my buttocks?"

"What is that?" I asked pretending not to know, looking around in search of something.

"This thing!" she said slowly grinding her buttocks on my dick. The feeling of her soft ass pressed hard against my cock almost sent me off the very edge. I could not believe my luck. Was she horny or just playing with me? She always acted like she was too good for me. Prancing around the house in tight and short wear, flaunting herself in front of me, acting all offended when I admired her.

Swiftly, I slid my hands underneath her shirt and found my way to her warm breasts. Gently, I began squeezing them softly at first while she moaned softly into my ears. It sounded like my favourite song. Soon, I moved for her hard long nipples and tweaked them softly. She inhaled sharply and breathed hard. Her moans intensified and so did her grinding on my dick. It felt like my little guy would break under her weight but I didn't mind for the pleasure superseded the pain.

After about a minute or two, she suddenly pulled away with a sharp piercing cry. "No! Alex, we can't do this! I don't want to!"

"Do… do what?" I struggled to ask; unbelief spread across my face. She was really into this a few seconds ago. What suddenly happened? She can't pull away right now that it is beginning to make sense. I have prayed and waited patiently for this moment. I have been horny for her, even though it was twisted, I wanted her badly and was willing to do anything and go any length even without her approval.

So, I grabbed her left hand once more and pulled but she resisted and forced herself back. I stood up and went for her waist, then grabbed her from behind. I pressed my face to the back of her neck, catching a whiff of her rich rose perfume.

Her eyes widened and she flung herself at me, flailing her fists around. She caught me right beneath the eyes with a punch while yelling insults at me. Angered by the painful punch, I carried her up and threw her down against the couch. Grabbed her both hands, crossed them over her back and then held them together by the wrists.

She wasn't in a good position, so I carried her up a little; trapping her face down against the handle of the couch. While I knelt behind her in what looked like a doggy position. It was rough on my part but I knew she was enjoying it.

"Calm down Philomena. Let's just do this"

"Fuck you!" She shouted at me.

"I want you so badly and I know you want me too"

"Alex, this isn't funny, let me go and I will pretend this never happened".

Deep down in my heart, I knew she was enjoying it but was just pretending not to. She could scream or even fight harder but she didn't.

So, I said, "No, just calm down and you will enjoy this I promise".

"Just let me go, I don't want…"