Chapter 8 Hazel and David
Hazel looked at her father;
"What did you say dad?" she said breathlessly; does he want to make love to me she thought. And as this thought exploded in her mind. She felt a familiar warmth beginning in her groin, were her long held desires going to come true, was her father going to do to her what her brother had done to their mother.
David made no reply but smiled and took his daughter's head in his hands, one on each cheek and turned her to face him. Slowly he bent his face to hers and kissed her gently on her lips, his tongue danced at her lips which she parted. The touch of his tongue on her lips, tongue and inside her mouth caused hazel's vagina to lubricate as the sensual images of her dad making love to her inflamed her passion.
He parted from her and taking her by the hand, led her into the master bedroom. As she entered Hazel was aware that she was very wet, the gusset of her tennis panties was almost transparent, through the juices leaking from her vagina, and a musky aroma was scenting the air and Hazel knew that she near to having an orgasm without anything further being done. When her father unzipped her tennis dress and ran his fingers down her spine in the process of removing it and her panties, she moaned as the tremors hit deep in her bowels;
"Oh God dad I'm coming already." She panted, "How much better is it going to be?"
Her father skilfully undid the clasp of her sports bra and it joined her dress and on the floor. She shivered, not with cold but with the thrill of realising that her father was seeing her naked, not as his baby girl but as a desirable woman.
She stood in front of him, proud of her lithe firm figure, her pert breasts stood out from her body, the coral tips hard with lust the darker areola infused with blood, her slim waist serving to emphasise the swell of her hips, her long slim legs adding to her beauty. The sliver of dark red hair leading from her vagina to just below the bikini line enhanced her sensuality, quickly he stripped and tenderly sat her on the edge of the king size bed and knelt on the floor facing her.
She felt his lips on her mouth and opened up to his demanding tongue, she shuddered as his hand closed on her right breast, her ridged nipples thrilled to his touch, tiny electrical impulses flashed from the tips, into her breast and shot through her belly; she felt her vagina becoming lubricated with the flow of her love juices, the flow became a torrent when he transferred his mouth, from kissing her lips to encircle her pink tipped breast.
He used his tongue, his lips and teeth to tease and arouse her, her thighs began to tremble and when his hand drifted slowly down her body, over the free breast, pausing momentarily to pinch the hard pink nub of flesh her state of arousal clicked up another notch. Her father was raising feelings in her that she had never experienced before, she knew that a climax was close. It erupted within her body when she felt his hard penis, brush against her thigh.
Wave after wave of ecstasy shocked her body; she threw her head back and screamed out an almost unintelligible cry of;
"I'm coming oh God Dad, I'm coming, yes, yes oh yes."