It was the accidental placement of my wandering tongue on her ass crack that led to me exploring her anal opening with my lips and tongue in a way tha... most couples never thought of trying even on a wild and wooly honeymoon.After I introduced my tongue to her tight little sphincter the first time, she constantly pleaded with me to “do it again” with a pulse-pounding deep voice that promised me all sorts of “pay back” anyway I wanted it with full compliance.I had sort of become addicted to the. "You look tired," he said softly.I nodded and crawled up to my pillow. I remember watching him reach down for something on the floor next to my bed. A second later he was handing me a Raggedy Ann doll. Then he draped my blankets over me and smiled."'night, Jessie." 'night, daddy." Dad, who's Thomas McGowen?"I was thirteen years old.Dad was sitting at his desk, and when I said that name, he turned around and saw me standing there in his doorway holding a newspaper clipping. He quickly stepped. It stopped, about a foot above my cuntslit, and he grinned again."See there honey?" he pushed the tip of his finger into my belly, making a deep indentation in the flesh as it pressed inward."This... right here, is where my cock is going to go." he twisted his finger in my belly as his breathing increased.My own breathing was getting heavier as well. I stared down at his finger as if mesmerized. Unbidden to my mind came the image of that mighty organ of his churning away inside me."Right up. I felt better knowing that all these emotions were real and that I hadn’t been mistaken about Jennifer’s intent. She was control personified but it was amazing when translated to sex. She knew just how to handle me to make it amazing and intimate but also rough and dominating. That perfect balance between fear and lust, pain and pleasure. A few minutes went by and then Jennifer slid her hands over my skin and I pushed my body up into her caress. She kissed my neck and I shivered, goose bumps.