Richard Gozinya
Daddy s girl
Chapter 1
On Daddy's Lap
Twelve year-old Shauna Poling ran home from school that Friday afternoon, her long dark hair flying. There was only one week of school left, and since school was stretching into June this year to make up for snow days last winter, the heat was intense.
It was so hot in southern Indiana during these last days of school that the building air conditioning system had failed. Shauna's elementary school was one of those new ones, built for energy efficiency but without windows that could be opened and closed. As a result, the school was a sauna bath by noon, and several students and teachers had passed out in class because of the heat. Just before the noon bell, Mr. Saunders, the principal, came on the intercom.
"Due to the intense heat and failure of our air conditioning system, school today will end at the noon recess. School buses will be here early to pick up students. You students who walk to school, please take great care crossing streets on the way home. Have a nice weekend."
The oppressive heat suppressed what would normally have been jubilant cheers from the kids, but not Shauna. She literally jumped up and down in her seat, clapping her hands together and screeching.
"Oh boy, this means I get to go camping sooner!" she squealed as the little girl at the desk next to her looked at her and spoke in a nasty tone.
"Oh yeah, who's taking you camping?" asked Shauna's classmate, Melanie Storm, as if she didn't believe anyone was really taking Shauna camping.
"My mom and dad are, that's who. We're going to the national forest to this real neat place my dad knows," retorted Shauna. She stuck her tongue out at Melanie and turned away. She looked away because she had lied. Nobody was taking her camping, and she didn't even have a father.
Shauna never knew her father. Her mother hadn't married him, and Shauna had never even seen a picture of him. There had never been any men around. There had been a couple of her mom's boyfriends, but they had never been around their apartment much. At age 10, Shauna had started craving male attention, something she had never had.
But that had all changed recently. One week night just two weeks ago, a man had brought her mom home from the university campus where she was taking courses. He was older than the other men her mother had dated, but he was really nice.
Shauna figured her mom must really like him, because she usually didn't introduce her daughter to her dates or even have them into their downstairs apartment.
Their apartment was the major downstairs portion of what had been a stately old town home, built in the 1920s for a large family. It had been chopped up into four apartments, just as all the other grand old houses on their street lined with ancient maples and oaks that shaded everything.
The man who visited that afternoon had hugged her when she met him. Shauna had trilled to both his touch and his words.
"What a pretty girl you are. If I ever had a little girl, I'd want one as cute as you," Don Janis had told her as he looked into her eyes and bent to shake her hand.
Like me? Pretty? He wants me for his own little girl? Shauna literally broke out in goose pimples when she thought about it. He was so handsome – a touch a gray hair, blue eyes, and just the same height as her mom. She thought he looked like Paul Newman whom she had just seen in a television movie.
"Can you entertain Don while I'm cleaning up, Shauna?" her mom had asked. "He's taking us out for pizza tonight."
The lithe 12 year-old was now doubly thrilled. She loved going to the pizza place like the other kids did with their parents. This time, they'd see her with her handsome "Dad".
She jumped onto his lap when her mother walked down the hall to the bathroom. He sat on the living room couch, and she draped her long, thin legs over his. Her dress hiked way up. Shauna noticed, but she didn't try to cover anything up.
"Don't you have any kids?" she asked the her mom's new boyfriend.
"No, I don't, but if I did, I'd want a little girl just as pretty as you," he replied.
Shauna never thought of herself as pretty. The kids at school made fun of her, calling her "bean pole" because she was so tall and thin. She had inherited her mother's model's body, but she wasn't aware yet that she was blossoming into it.
She already stood 5 feet, 5 inches tall. Her legs made up well over half of that height, and her breasts were little more than swellings beneath her nipples. Her nipples were becoming cones, high on her chest and protruding through the thin cotton frock she wore.
Her mom's new boyfriend's praise awakened a new feeling in the little girl. She didn't know what it was at first. And, there was something else. When she sat on his lap that first time, she felt him move under her butt. It made her feel funny between her legs. It made her swollen nipples feel itchy against the cotton dress. It made her think about boys and penises.
Some of the girls at school talked about boys' cocks, and how it was supposed to feel good when they put it into a girl's pussy. It made the little girl wonder about how it would feel. She was dying to actually see a cock, as her friend Marsha called a boy's penis, but none of the boys were even friendly to her. She towered over all of them, and they seemed to hate her for that.
Shauna was sure she had felt her mom's new boyfriend's cock through her panties and dress, rubbing against her bottom. He had moved her on his lap so that the crack of her ass lay right on top of it. Then, he had moved around, pressing against her tiny little ass, slowly back and forth. It had only lasted a few minutes, while her mom was busy in the bathroom. Shauna had liked it though, and when she pressed back a little, Don had stroked her hair, looked her in the eyes, smiling at her so nice.
"Good girl," he said, smiling at her so lovingly that she wanted to throw her arms around him.
She loved the way it felt. She felt all warm inside. She wished he would have done more, but when he heard her mom coming out of the bathroom, Don moved her off his lap, smiled, and winked conspiratorially at her.
Intuitively, Shauna knew they had just done something together that had to be a secret. No problem. Shauna didn't want her mom to know either. It would spoil everything. Maybe he'll like mom, and she'll marry him, and he will be my daddy, she thought. I'll be like the others girls, like that snotty Melanie and the other kids with both mothers and fathers.
Later that night, Shauna kept wishing her mom would marry him, and that Don would be her daddy. He really liked her, she could tell, and Shauna sure liked him. Shauna was thrilled and excited, and was sad when Don didn't stay longer that night after they returned from the pizza place. Later, in bed, her hand found its way to her still-hairless pubic mound. She tentatively touched herself on her pussy, just like Marsha had told her to do. It felt good. She thought of Don touching her there, about his cock and about how it had felt when she sat on his lap. The next morning, Shauna quizzed her mom.
"Is Don going to come back again?" Shauna asked her mom over her bowl of Cheerios.
"Well, maybe. Would you like him to?" asked her mother.
"Sure. Don't you mom? Do you like him?" asked the little girl.
"Ummm, well… yes, I do," Cindy told her daughter, smiling and holding out her arms for a hug at the same time.
Shauna ran to her mom and they hugged tightly, laughing together. And Don did come back. On the following Monday afternoon after his first visit, Shauna came home to find his Ford Bronco parked on the street in front of the house.
Elated, she had burst through the front door but found neither her mom nor Don there. Just as she was about to yell out, she heard noises coming from down the hall.
"Oh Daddy, please, Daddy, please!"
It was her mother's voice, but what she heard confused her. Shauna knew her mother's father had died many years ago. She had never seen him. Who in the world could her mom be calling "Daddy?"
Chapter 2
Cindy fondly recalls her first daddy
Cindy Poling was excited about Don Janis' interest and was greatly relived that Shauna seemed to like him too. As single mother of a 12 year-old, she found most younger men weren't able to deal with the idea of having a ready-made family.
Lots of college boys hit on her at the university, but none had pursued her once they learned about Shauna. Besides, Cindy liked older men and always had.
College boys and young men her age did not excite her sexually. She knew this preference had everything to do with her father.
Charles Poling had been tall, dark and handsome. He had doted on his young daughter, giving in to her every wish. Unfortunately, it was one of those wishes that ruined everything for her family.
Cindy's strongest memories of her father were of the nights he bathed her. For as far back as she could remember, her father had given her a nightly bath. His hands were big and strong, but she remembered how gentle they felt when he bathed her. She felt secure, loved, when her daddy gave her a bath.
Then, out of the blue, when she was nine years old, her mom told Cindy she was old enough to start taking her own baths… without Daddy's help. That same day, she overheard her mom tell her dad the same thing after dinner.
"Time for your bath, Cindy. Run on upstairs and fill the tub," Charles had told her that evening.
Cindy glanced at her mother, who was looking at Charles. Cindy ran upstairs, hoping her dad would overrule her mom's decision about the baths. As she ran, she heard her mom's voice:
"Charles, now don't you think she's getting old enough to take her own baths?"
"Why, yes, I suppose she is. It's just always been one of our rituals, Margaret.
You know that," said Charles.
"Charles, she's just getting too grown up – she's beginning to get breasts.
It's just not right," insisted Margaret.
"Really, Maggie, come now. You can't think there's any harm in my bathing my own daughter. Hell, she's still a little girl," he answered.
Margaret stood silent for a moment, then smiled.
"Well, I guess you're right. But you know you can't keep bathing her much longer. She is growing up," said the 23 year-old mother.
Charles was 49 at the time, very handsome, and very nice to Margaret who had married him after becoming pregnant during high school at age 15. The father was a teen-age boy from her neighborhood.
In those days, many families desperately married off young pregnant daughters to close family friends, and that had been the case with Margaret and Charles.
Charles was an old high school chum of Margaret's parents. He gave Margaret's bastard daughter his name and provided a wonderful home for them both.
Despite the 25 year difference in their ages, it had worked out well.
But Margaret knew her husband well after nine years of marriage. She knew Charles was a closet pedophile. Since their first night in bed, Charles had orchestrated their sexual relationship to revolve around a father-daughter fantasy.
She hadn't liked it at first, but after a few months, Margaret began to enjoy it nearly as much as Charles. All Margaret had to do was greet him at the door with her hair in twin pony tails and one of her little girl dresses, complete with cotton underwear, anklet socks and Mary Janes, and she was in for a marathon session in their bedroom.
But as Cindy started growing, Margaret started worrying that Charles might want to make his fantasy reality by seducing her daughter. He had never shown any tendencies in that direction, but the baths gnawed at her. Lately, Cindy had been asking questions about sex, and the girl was clearly infatuated with Charles. She feared anything might happen.
These things were on Margaret Poling's mind when she mentioned the baths that night. But, Charles was right. Cindy was still a little girl, and he loved her.
Margaret knew that, above all, he would never hurt Cindy or her in any way. When she got around to that realization, she felt better about everything and silly about objecting to the nightly baths.
"Charles, I'm sorry. Never mind. I have to go to my aerobics class this evening, and I'm just being silly. I trust you more than anyone in the world," she said as her husband headed down the hall to the bathroom and little Cindy.
He turned and opened his arms. Margaret moved into them, and they embraced and kissed. It was more than a warm embrace, and the young mother felt sexual stirrings as Charles pulled her pelvis into him by putting both hands on her butt. She also felt her husband's amazing cock stiffen against her abdomen.
Things were getting hot, and Margaret would have been happy to let Charles take her to bed then and there, but, then, Cindy was waiting. Aerobics class was waiting.
"Daddy, the water is ready," came Cindy's voice from down the hall.
"OK, honey. Daddy will be right there," Charles called back.
"Later," he said to his aroused young wife, pushing his crotch into her.
"Yes, later," she answered, humping her pelvis against him in reply. She could feel he had a big hard-on. What at man, she thought to herself.
They kissed and made promises with their eyes for later. Margaret headed for the car with her gym bag, and Charles headed down the hall, to his young step-daughter waiting, naked in the bathtub.
Cindy remembered what happened then, just as it was yesterday. She was already naked, waiting in the tub for her daddy to bath her. She was glad her mom had relented, and she was more than a little excited because her mother's worries centered on things that had to do with sex. She was also glad her mom was off to exercise class, leaving her alone with her father.
Since the girls at school were talking about cocks all the time, Cindy thought a lot about her daddy's cock. It was the only one she had ever seen.
Cindy had seen her daddy's once, about two months ago. One night after everyone had gone to bed, Cindy awoke and trudged out into the hall towards the bathroom.
She noticed the light on, but didn't think anything about it since the door was open. She walked through the door to find Charles standing there naked, holding his cock and peeing.
Surprised, Charles had turned away from her and told her to wait just a minute and he'd be through. But he couldn't hide himself when he left the bathroom, and Cindy got a close look at her daddy's cock when he passed her in the hall. He had stopped for a moment and turned toward her.
She was amazed at how big it was, bigger than when she first saw him peeing. It was sticking straight out when she saw it in the dim hall light. The incident stuck in her mind like a picture. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to touch it. It was all she could think about that night as she waited in the bath.
Chapter 3