You really should read the 'Book of Bruce volume two version 5.3' before you read this but every human being is an independent agency and I can't make you do what you don't want to do, so, to summarize: I had been married forever, dreaming about strange pussy for nearly as long and hadn't had anyone focus love on me for decades when I met Candy. A friend brought her over and she sang some rock and roll with our band. I didn't pay much attention to her really. I thought I was a happily married guy at that time. I mean she was cute and strawberry blonde and had all the right curves so who didn't look but I was so in my wife's control that I didn't even consider that I could ever fuck her.
Besides the second time she came she brought her husband. Dirk was handsome and strong and played a mean set of drums. But then they started showing up regularly and Candy and I started singing songs together, which meant that sometimes we were singing love songs together. (author's note: the next sentence is a long run-on sentence, but it gets a lot of history out of the way quickly. Just skip it if it bothers you.) And then Candy started watching how shitty Alice treated me and she sort of had a thing for older guys anyway and Dirk was kinda ignoring her really he was so busy drumming with his other group, the hot one and besides Candy had a history of cheating on him already and then Alice and I rented them our old house after we got rich by inheriting money and built a new mansion up on the hill and hired Candy to clean it for us sometimes which meant Candy and I were alone together a lot because I was there since I had retired from getting rich and breaking my back in a bike wreck and Alice and Dirk were both gone all the time working (although Alice didn't have to) so we were alone together a bunch and singing love songs to each other during band practice and then one day we just kinda let a hug get a bit carried away.
A couple of days later Alice, Candy and I went to a basketball watching party. IU won the game but the three of us weirded everyone out with our vibe. Alice had her car in town, so we dropped her off on our way home and Candy and I headed back together. Somewhere towards the three-quarters mark of the trip home, Candy reached over and took my hand in hers.
I turned off onto Bottom Road. We were in the country. There was no traffic.
I went over a hill or two. The car slowly came to a stop. We came together and kissed.
You talk about chemistry.
This was not a storm. It was a tempest. A typhoon.
It was a melting.
It couldn't last.
The left side of my brain kicked in. I knew Alice was not far behind us. We broke apart and started moving forward again. A moment later, Alice's headlights appeared behind us.
I dropped Candy off at the old house, then went on up the hill and pretended like nothing had happened.
The crazy part is that I went to sleep after that.
The next morning I was standing in the turret room on the Southeast corner of the house and was looking down the driveway watching for Candy. I saw her come around the corner from four hundred feet away. About halfway up, she took a little hop step and sort of clicked her heels together. I knew it was going to happen. She came in the back door and I took her immediately downstairs to the party/band room.
We hugged and kissed a little bit. I had one hand on her ass and the other around a tit. She sat me down on a couch and said, "do you want to see it?" Of course I did, so she unzipped her pants, opened up and showed me. She had a landing strip.
Now I taught life drawing for several years. That's where you have young coeds take their clothes off and stand around while you draw them. Since I was the teacher I got to tell them how to pose and when to move. It was pretty cool. There were limits though. I couldn't say, "stick your butt up in the air and spread your cheeks" as much as I might have wanted to. But I did get to see naked females on a regular basis so I had seen a landing strip before.
Whether it is a good thing or not for a married man to see naked females is a debatable point. Perhaps if you don't see one for decades you forget. Then everything is okay. Of course you see them all the time in movies and stuff so it's hard to forget. It may be worse to have it tantalized out in front of you every week and never be able to touch it though. Now, for the first time in twenty-five years, I was about to be able to do some touching.
She danced her curly hair around in front of me, flapping the opening of her pants. She was wearing no underwear. I could just see the top of her vaginal lips. I wanted to touch her there, but was paralyzed.
"Now you show me yours," she said. My hands found enough life in them to open up my clothes and show her the best erection I had had in several years.
"Is it alright?" I asked. I was pretty sure I had a nice cock but it had not received favorable mention from a female in some time so I craved confirmation. Candy reached down and tenderly touched it with the curve of the fingers of her right hand.
"Its perfect." She shed her pants and pulled mine off of me. It was a good thing that one of us could take control. Then my hot new honey straddled my legs and poised her dripping pussy directly over the point of my penis. I watched, awed, as the outer most part of my body slipped into the fold of hers and like a fulcrum under a lever changed everything forever.
That first time may have had the largest surge of chemicals in the shortest time period that Candy and I experienced together, but it was not the best time. I was upset about what I was doing and too amazed at what was happening to fully grok it. Still, I didn't pop immediately and we got in a couple of minutes of first class fucking and jug fondling before we came to rest in each other's arms. It got chaotic after that. First of all, we had to go back in public or at least in front of our families and friends and act like nothing had happened.
How do you hide something like that in your face? I was a completely different person than I had been the night before. I had crossed a line that I had respected for decades. How did I hide the bounce in my step or the glint in my eye? How did I hide the insanity racing like a dervish through my brain.
But no one seemed to notice. It was like I was invisible to them. They had seen me so much they couldn't see me anymore. I was so much furniture. I just sat and smiled my secret Buddha smile and waited for my next opportunity to be alone with Candy.
It didn't take long. This time we had all day. We went in the bedroom and didn't waste a lot of time getting naked. I just wanted to look at first. She was a vision, a perfect female. Plenty of tits and ass but no stomach roll. They don't make many models like that. She had big dark aureoles and nipples that stuck out a half an inch. I leaned over and sucked one. My mouth watered, my lips and tongue tingled, nerve endings awoke from their eons old sleep. My cock stood at full attention and weeped a tear of happiness.
So far, Candy had just been standing there letting me look. Now she began to dance around and turned her back to me. Then she did something truly amazing, she bent over poking her posterior up towards my face, slowly put one hand on each cheek and spread her ass apart. I found myself eyeball to eyeball with the most gorgeous, glorious, Platonian model of an asshole I had ever seen.
Now I'll admit it, I'm an asshole man. It's the part of the female body that turns me on the most. I don't know why. With some people its feet or armpits. At least assholes make sense in a Freudian way. There's also that forbidden fruit, taboo thing going on as well. So I have studied some assholes. Not so many in person, of course, but I have seen thousands on the Internet. I hadn't gone so far to classify them yet as I would eventually: the pucker, the shining star, the Gordian Knot, etc. I didn't yet categorize them according to tightness, coloration or hair I just knew what I liked. I liked more or less straight lines leading out from a visible anal ring, dark and solid coloration and a few sparse hairs all pointing in the same direction. The opening should be closed, but not look like it was slammed shut. Of course I pretty much liked them all, but when it was time to pull the load out of my second head (as I did on a daily basis,) I tended to have a picture of an asshole that looked like Candy's on my computer screen.
Candy's asshole was just as I described. Perfect for me, freshly scrubbed and winking. Candy was a nasty little girl, very naughty indeed, and I was a lucky boy. I didn't have the guts to touch it yet. I couldn't believe I was looking at it. She danced it around, having a good time, laughing and going, "do you like what you see?"
"Yeah, I like it a lot."
"Don't you want to touch it? You can if you want."
I think I said something like, "gulp." I reached out my right index finger and hovered it a quarter of an inch from her sphincter. Sparks jumped the gap. She quivered and our skin made contact. Slowly, quietly, with awareness and reverence I traced the peak of a fold out from the center and then the next back in. I rested my finger directed on top of her entrance. We held the poise for a long second, shaking with tension before my fingertip slipped in.
I could not believe what I was looking at. My fingertip was in her asshole. I could see it in front of me. It was a sight equivalent to the birth of a galaxy. She moved away from me and it popped out. Then she brought her hips back and my fingertip slipped in to the second knuckle. I was finger fucking her asshole. And she was moaning and begging for more. So I gave her more.
I really wanted to stick my cock in there, but I also didn't want to cum too soon and if I put my cock in her butthole I would cum. I also wanted this to last. I hadn't even tasted her pussy yet and I wanted to eat her pussy in a very primal way. I laid her on the bed and got my head between her legs. It was a terrarium in there, an Amazon jungle, down by the river on a June afternoon. I didn't even have to touch it. The smell and air quality was overpowering. I drank it like juice. My tongue reached out like a pseudopod and lapped at her dew. She shuddered and screamed at the same time. She wouldn't stop screaming.
I jerked my head out, "are you alright?" She put her hands on my head and shoved it back between her legs. I got right to work and did my best, my most artistic job. I held the folds of the lips back and exposed the clit and folds of the tunnel. I swirled around and around the button and down into the depths and then back up to go around the rosie again. She throbbed and pounded. I did my best to keep my head in rhythm with her hips.
Then I felt her hand under my leg lifting up. She wanted me to put my leg over her. I complied. She moved my hips and brought me directly over her. Then she took my cock in her hands and guided it towards her sweet mouth. I looked up from my labors to watch as the tip disappeared into her gluttonous opening.
She sucked me and stroked me and I could have shot in a second but I held it back and concentrated on her pussy and we pumped together like two sucking machines. We slowed down and found a rhythm. The machine was well oiled. The rods and arms stroking in time, spurts of steam cumming off at regular intervals. I don't know how long it went on. It was a different kind of time. It lasted until we drifted back to enough consciousness to realize we both wanted my cock in her pussy.
It was our first time in a bed so we started missionary. We tried our best to strangle each other with our tongues, mashed our lips to bruises and pumped the cock in and out the pussy go in and out the pussy in and out the pussy. Suddenly, that was it. The pressure that will not be denied began to build from behind my scrotum and five or ten spasms later it was over. The hell with Tantra.
We lay in a puddle together, sweaty, spent and crazed. My arms sought the comfort of her warmth and my fingers endlessly swept her contours trying to memorize the sensation. We breathed in unison.
