Anal Summer : Anal Incest 76

We’ve had a ‘Brat Summer,’ well now we’re in the middle of an ‘Anal Summer.’  It’s everywhere on my socials.  It started off as a joke but now it’s gaining traction, and I’m desperate to join in on the memes!

With daddy and me in a secluded beach spot, it’d be rude not to try it.  Read as I ask him to oil me up everywhere, finding his slick finger where it doesn’t belong before his stiff length joins the party in this daddy daughter, anal sex fantasy that sees me get my ‘Anal Summer.’

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“Everywhere, daddy,” I hummed, closing my eyes.  “Make sure it’s everywhere.”

I lifted my butt and took my panties down over it quickly before he could protest.

“Harper!” he hissed.

“Come on, daddy.  You have to get everywhere.”

Nothing happened for a moment.  I imagined that daddy was scanning the beach, praying that nobody came around the side of the cliff and spotted him hovering over me like this.

“Put yourself away,” he hissed.

“Not until I’m all oiled up.  I hear the asshole is the part that’s most vulnerable.”

“That’s not true.  And it’ll sting, Harper,” he said.

“This sunscreen is the sensitive kind,” I said.  “Just like me.”

Daddy had no more excuses, and I think he liked the sound of it.  He gave his hands another squirt of cream and rubbed my ass again, but this time his fingers started to drift inside.

“Don’t be shy,” I told him, and I felt this surge of confidence down there in the solitude of that beautiful cove.  It felt like it was my summer, and I was grabbing it with both hands.  Daddy didn’t stand a chance.

He teased inside and I felt his finger graze my little, virginal muscle.  I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, closing my eyes to hide my shame.

“Rub everywhere,” I urged.

I felt like I could feel his heartbeat.  His hands quivered with adrenaline as he searched between the cheeks of my ass.  Soon his finger was on my muscle, rubbing in the lotion and moving in circles around the sensitive exit.

“Daddy, that’s it,” I hushed, and my dreams of an anal summer were becoming a reality.

He started to explore me like I wasn’t his daughter.  His finger teased at my sinful hole long enough that the only place left to go was inside it.

I felt the pressure of his digit at my hoop, and I felt him press inside and use the cream as lube.  Soon his finger was buried to the knuckle, and I was closing my eyes tight and fighting against moaning out.

I’d asked for this explicitly, and I didn’t want to make him think I’d changed my mind.  I took a deep breath to calm myself and then asked for something even more daring.

“Try two,” I strained.

“Harper …” he warned.

“Two, daddy.  I can take it.”

His second finger pressed alongside his first, stretching the band of the muscle to breaking point.  I winced at the sensation, feeling his second finger nestle in beside the first.  My ring pinched around them as though it was demanding that they leave, but daddy had no intention of going anywhere now that he was inside me.

I didn’t ask him to do the next part, but soon his fingers were sliding in and out of me, and I was getting my first taste of anal sex.

I was so fucking excited.  I remember thinking instantly that I could tell my friends, but I just knew none of them would believe me, the same way I didn’t believe them.  Besides, it wasn’t truly an anal summer if it was only his fingers.  It had to be more.

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