Sparrow spend the summer with her DAD - Sex Stories

Sparrow spend the summer with her DAD

... thought, let the fun begin. He massaged the lotion into her back, and got closer and closer to her butt. Will he do it? she thought. Finally, at last, to her great satisfaction, she felt his hands on her ass. He smeared lotion in, and carefully rubbed both her cheeks, his fingers light on her. Push harder, she thought. Make me feel it. Sparrow realized at some point how turned on she was. My dad, she told herself, it's my dad. So fucking what, she thought back at herself. He is a sexy old fart. I am a sexy young bitch. We can have a little fun, at the old nude beach. It don't mean nothing. And what the fuck if it does? Sparrow was a modern girl. The word i****t held no fear for her, not if that's what she really wanted. Sparrow really wasn't that spoiled of a brat, but in her mind, what she wanted was right, and what she didn't want was wrong. It was that simple. Silly man-made ideas and contrivances like the concept of i****t didn't enter into the equation. Plus, she'd spent so much time away from her dad, he really wasn't a parental authority figure to her. He was more like a buddy, a pal. A friend. He went on down her thighs, and rubbed lotion into her body. On a whim, she reached back, and seized an ass cheek in each hand, and spread her ass apart. She got a real thrill thinking that he could see her asshole. She knew that any other guy on this beach would kill to see her pretty little rosebud. She hoped her dad was the same way. He just ignored it, though. Well, she ...

... didn't know, he was looking for all she knew, she couldn't see behind her. But she didn't feel his hands in her asscrack like she wanted to. She wiggled her ass, and went "Bzzzt!" loudly. "I see it, but I'm not going there," he said softly, and she giggled. "I'm sorry daddy," she said. "But you don't want me to get burned down there do you?" "No," he said. "And you won't, if you keep your legs together." "Daddy..." she whined in her best pleading voice. He sighed loudly, a little theatrically, she thought. At last she felt his hand enter her asscrack, just an inch from her asshole. Oh my, she thought, that feels sexier than shit. My dad with his hand on my asshole. Almost. He smeared some lotion down her asscrack, and rubbed it in, and then returned to her legs. "Thank you daddy," she said, sweetly. He snorted. "Girl," he said, "You are hard on an old man." She purposefully raised her head and looked behind her as far as she could. To her disgust, he had his towel in his lap, hiding his dick. Oh, shit, though, she told herself, I know why. I know what that means. Hee hee hee. He finally made it to her feet. He rubbed her feet for a while, like he used to when she was little. It felt good. She loved having her feet rubbed. When he finally stopped, she thought, okay, her goes nothing. "Okay!" she said brightly. "Half done!" She turned over on the lounge, and smiled up at him. He frowned down at her. "Sparrow," he said. Oh shit, she thought, he hardly ever uses my name unless he's ...