Maureen was on the bed, naked, clutching the sheet to her chest. She had woken up startled by thudding sounds in her room. Switching on the bedside lamp had revealed a clearly intoxicated Keith taking off his shoes, then his jacket and finally his cap. He looked so cute! Nonetheless, this was hardly an appropriate hour for him to be thudding through her house. Lord knows M was a light sleeper and getting him to sleep with Keith in the house was near impossible. The boys played well together. It was tiresome to say the least.
"Keith, a little quieter please. There are other people in the house and they are asleep." She hissed at him as he removed his shirt. The benefits of a younger guy. Great fucking body. She had wanked so many times to images of him stripping for her. She made a mental note to ask him sometime. She moved backwards towards the headboard when he started towards her.
"I checked on him, sound asleep." he told her as his hand closed around the calf of her leg, drawing her down the bed and closer to him.
"Stop it Keith, get some sleep." Maureen whispered to him even though she was curious about where this was headed. He of course ignored her.
She gasped as he bit her lips and threw her head back in pain as he brutally pulled her thighs apart, exposing her glistening flesh to his triumphant gaze. He took advantage of her current vulnerability to get rid of the rest of his clothes, tossing away his pants and boxers, watching her lips part as her gaze rested on the large, heavy cock springing free.
He smiled a slow, predatory smile, as he knelt again on the bed, his hands grabbing the back of her thighs, holding her open as he lowered himself on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him.
"Someone said they liked rough sex, I am just delivering Maureen." He whispered huskily into the lips, feeling her chest heaving unevenly as her hard nipples brushed against him.
His hands left her thighs, to delve between them and pinch her pussy lips lightly. It made her jerk and he repeated the action. The result was the immediate lubrication of her pussy folds and Maureen moaned as the wetness grew and spread between her thighs. A thick finger prodded the wet folds and ran along her slit deliciously. He stopped for a moment pinning her arms up above her, her nipples jutting provocatively for him. She felt somewhat aroused by her position of vulnerability under him.
"God I love how your body responds to my touch, it makes a man want to touch you all the damn time." Maureen could smell the whisky on his breath. On him it actually smelt good. She reached upward and kissed him quickly before settling back down. His fingers were still doing evil things to her pussy. Coating his fingers in her juices, he rubbed along her slit and deliberately avoided her clit. Se tried in vain to shift and move it on his fingers instead. He lifted his hand off her and shook his head at her.
"Patience my dear is a virtue." he warned softly as he finally indulged her. He ran his thumb over her clit gently and pinched it lightly. The contact made her jerk into his hand. She writhed and shuddered under his expert touch and she was amazed he could be this attentive and drunk at the same time. Another joy of dating a younger man, his stamina was unequaled. Leaving her arms alone, he settled between her legs and spread them wider. She felt him inhale her. She thought he was going diving but he instead went back to fingering her. Holding the hood of her clit with a finger against her mound, he reinserted his finger deep. Another finger joined the first one and then a third. It felt like he was playing a xylophone within her walls. He was playing some imaginary instrument in there with his fingers. It brought Maureen dangerously close to cumming but he withdrew his fingers just as she started chasing the orgasm.