DATE MATCH

Cheryl muffled a scream in the pillow, as Chuck pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy, ramming it deep into her tight ass. The seven Tequila Sunrises she’d chugged an hour or so before and few tokes of potent hydroponic weed they shared earlier took the edge off the pain, but couldn’t block the numbing, stretched-to-the-limit discomfort she was experiencing. It wasn’t that she objected to being fucked in the tush; if only he’d relaxed her first, let her know he was going to take her there, she wouldn’t have had the involuntarily spasm as he violated her butt. At least she knew he had a condom on.
Chuck was pounding it to her hard several minutes later. She was squirming, a mix of passion and discomfort. She enjoyed being taken up the butt, but expected more sensitivity and romance before the experience. This was only the third time she’d been out on a date with Chuck. Their first time was meet and greet over coffee at a donut shop, after they’d met via the personals ads in the local paper They talked on the phone a few times before meeting face to face in a neutral location (it wasn’t a coffee shop either of them frequented). They hit it off well enough they set a date for dinner and movie that week-end. The talking and kiss goodnight in the car and another at the door of her apartment almost made her invite him in then. Each night they had long chats on the phone ‘til she’d invited him to her place for supper, relaxation, talking, board games, whatever…
The chicken and veggie stir-fry after minestrone soup, followed by home-made wild-berry cheesecake and several glasses of well-chilled wine for supper had set the mood well. After supper, they went for a short walk to see the sundown. The chill of nightfall had them cuddling on her couch listening to music, enjoying more kisses soon after. The tequila shots and the reefer had them keyed up unbearably. When he slid his fingers under her top to cup her braless breasts with his cool hand she almost swallowed his tongue, as she pulled out his shirt-tail, running her fingertips over his bare chest. He slowly plucked her nipples erect as she undid his shirt buttons to suck his nipples and ran the tip of her tongue up his neck, nibbled his ear, nuzzling the nape of his neck as she knelt on the couch, straddling him. After a moments’ hesitation, he lifted her top to press her breasts to his face, sucking her nipples, lightly at first to gauge her response, then harder, more aggressively. Clothes soon fell like the leaves from a tree in autumn; she pointed the direction as he carried her in sinewy arms to the bedroom. They left the door open for the music and light from the living room.
They hungrily explored each others’ nakedness, savoring new tastes and textures. Both divorcees who shunned the bar scene, lonely, they resorted to the personals hoping to meet a kindred soul. Neither minded previous mileage, understanding it to be part of meeting someone mid-twenties or older at the turn of the millennium. Lust overcame what have been an inadequacy ten years prior. Experience let them drop inhibitions with their clothes on the living room floor. As Cheryl lay back catlike, Chuck trailed wet kisses down her torso ‘til he was lapping and nipping her nether lips. His tongue on her clit triggered an almost immediate climax. He softly parted her over-heated thighs, licking her wetness, moaning how delicious she tasted, flicking his rough tongue over her love-bump ‘til she exploded, wet, wanton and burning to receive him. Pushing him on his back, she laid her own trail of kisses down his body ‘til she was licking his scrotum, wetly gulping his stiff erection. He had his fingers entwined in her long brown hair, gasping as she engulfed him. A word of caution she was getting him close to orgasm made her wonder about his reaction if she took him there. Feeling the throb at the base of his penis, she took a breath, swallowed him deeply as he spurted his tangy cream. She gulped once, twice, three times, then sucked the remaining thick goo from his twitching flesh. The thought crossed her mind she’d heard said; ‘lust spits, love swallows.’ It wasn’t her fault, Cheryl thought, that she liked the taste of come.
She reached into her night stand, pulled out a condom, opened it, rolling it onto his still hard penis. Kneeling up, she straddled him, impaling her wet sex on his erection, rapidly grinding and thrusting.
It was several minutes and (for her) two orgasms later, when Chuck suggested a position change; as Cheryl knelt on the bed, he entered her from behind. He plunged deep into her and she reached another series of pleasure spasms. As he banged solidly, she felt the effect of wine, tequila and dope mingled with several orgasms. When he abruptly withdrew and entered her tush, pleasure sensations almost over-rode the pain.
A bit peeved and in discomfort, she gasped, “why didn’t you warn me you were going to do that?” She wriggled her bum, trying to lessen the unpleasant sensations.
“Why, would you’ve said ‘no’?” he asked huskily.
“No, I’d have told you where the K-Y was,” she retorted, “not so hard for a minute, so I can get more comfortable,” she gasped as he thrust into her as she adjusted herself on the bed. Her knees failed and he followed her down ‘til she was on her tummy, elbows propping her head up as he thrust deep into her rectum.