It was a reasonable request. After all, he loved me very much ... nor was it the first time with him ... and I have grown to realize, no matter how much a man should love a woman or how pretty she is to him, a man grows a need for a newness in his sex life, and I had endeavored to keep our sex life as exciting as possible. Still, it took me by surprise when the conversation turned to take me anally.
For a long time, it worked out naturally for him that the mere existence of our incestual love making proved enough to keep his heart beating faster and his breath shorter. The same was true for me, I suppose. Whether it was petting while watching TV, giving me a bath, letting him watch me shave, mutual masturbation, peeing in the shower together, teaching him how to insert my period-piece, or simply watching each other dress or undress ... just simple things ... I know our hearts raced each time.
Anal intercourse was nothing new to me, but I was surprised none-the-less that he suggested it. I simply can just live without it. Had tried it a couple of times before, not counting the numerous incidences of using a dildo or a smooth end of a hair brush in self-play, but never with him. To me, it was awkward at best, knowing a cock would enter me in an area that I simply had never even considered in any of my early girlhood fantasies.
When it is performed, and in particular the first time with someone new, there is always an odd feeling that encapsulates me. It is not easy to purposefully show an area that I always deemed private. In my previous anal violations, I eventually assumed the position of doggie-style which is a bit vulnerable and degrading in-and-of itself.
(In an exchange of conversation that I will simply paraphrase here in an effort to assist this story along due to my weakness of the English, I told him that being taken anally does not produce any of the pleasure of vaginal intercourse. There does exist a pleasure at the point of my approaching cum as it makes my whole butt feel good being stimulated when I reach my epiphanies. But, it does not ever produce that pleasure that a penis stroking my vaginal wall produces.
The cock never ever rubs my clit. There is a pleasure in knowing a man is enjoying himself. There is that much. However, it builds in me none of the fantasy of "I am going to have your baby" at anytime even when a cum-throw is eminent or when it warms my anal cavity. Just like in a blow job or facial, the sperm receives a disservice.)
My panty still loitered about my hips as I had earlier dropped my skirt and snaked out of my blouse and bra as he gently coupled my chest ornaments and toyed with my titties ... my nipples standing erect provided Daddy ample evidence that I had no need for him to stop. He loved titties of all sizes and that was a bonus for me as I could not compete with the size of mamma. His big strong arms surrounded me as I lay on the bed cradled with my back to his chest as his fingers would sometimes wonder to just beneath the elastic in my panty. I could have continued in this state indefinitely, but I awaited his cue for me to lose them. His long arms reached for and rubbed my thighs as my 110 pounds rested on his stomach. My labia were still holding most of my moisture intact, but I could feel them beginning to lose their purpose.
Bringing his hands up again, he reached under my panty and traveled up my shaved pubic mound. The fingers of his left hand parted my pussy lips while simultaneously his right hand found my clit. I've a small clit, but he found it easy enough and buttered it up with the flow that now cascaded from my parted pink. I lifted my butt up a bit and began to pull my panty down myself. He paused for just a moment so I could get around his hands, then he settled back to continued circling my clit, my panty halting its departure about my ankle. "Daddy, I could cum like this," I whispered. I began to buck a bit pushing my pussy towards his hands proving to him I was close.
