Richard Gozinya - Daddy s girl

"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?"

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.

Looking back on that time still made the young mother's nipples harden and her clitoris swell when she thought about it. She would never forget it, couldn't forget it – the touch of her daddy's hands in the bath, the sight of his huge, hard penis. Even after all the years that had passed, Cindy could close her eyes and see it all over again.

The young mother vividly remembered sitting naked in her bath water that day, waiting for her daddy. All the business with her mother's objections about the evening bath with Daddy had somehow changed things. Would her daddy really want to do something like that?