Richard Gozinya - Daddy s girl

What would it be like? Would he let her hold his penis? Would he play with her between the legs?

Unconsciously, little Cindy's fingers found her bare pubis while she dreamed of her daddy's cock. It felt good when she played with her closed little slit and budding clitoris. She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew it felt good, and that's what she was doing when Daddy finally walked through the bathroom door.

She jerked her hands away quickly, suddenly afraid that he'd be mad at her. But he wasn't. He wasn't mad at all. He hadn't said a word, although he did stop for a long moment and look at her there in the tub. He looked at her in a way she had never seen before, then broke into a smile.

"Is my little girl ready for her bath?" he asked her, grinning as he always did.

Cindy nodded her head, still a little afraid about being caught playing with herself.

She needn't have worried. When her daddy started bathing her that night, everything about the bath was different from all the baths in the past.

First of all, when he knelt beside the tub to begin washing her, he didn't use a wash cloth. He worked the soap in his hands and applied the lather directly. He didn't say a thing, but his hands went straight from her neck and shoulders to her budding breasts. He lathered them a long time, tweaked her nipples until they stood erect in his hands. He held them gently between his fingers and rolled them, every so slowly.

She watched her daddy's hands at her breasts for a long time. Shivers shot down from her tender cone-shaped tittles to her crotch. She started rubbing her butt against the bottom of the tub.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he asked, smiling at her as he continued "washing" her breasts. "You are going to have perfect breasts, baby, just perfect."

"Really, daddy? You like them?" she asked, proudly thrusting her chest out to display them. She looked into his eyes now and loved the way he ran his fingers from base to the tips of her nipples.

"Ohh, daddy. It feels really good when you do that."

"Good. Stand up now and let me finish washing you," he said.

She stood, but her daddy remained on his knees beside the tub. His head came to about her belly button.

He looked up into her eyes and smiled as he worked the soap between his hands again. Then, he dropped his head and looked straight ahead as his hands soaped her body below her breasts, across her tummy and around behind, just above her butt crack.

Then, he turned her around with his hands and pulled her a bit closer to him.

She could feel his breath on her butt.

His big, gentle hands soaped her tiny ass. He kneaded her cheeks, pulled them apart and stuck a soapy finger just into her asshole, then out again.

"Oh! Daddy!" she squealed and jumped.

"Bend over a little, baby, so daddy can wash you better," he said, almost whispering, after a long time when nothing was said.

"O.K., daddy," she said, bending slightly at her waist, her butt and crack now smack in front of Daddy's gaze.

"Oh, you're such a beautiful girl. I love you so much," he said as she displayed her pussy and ass to her kneeling daddy.

"Oh, daddy, I love you too," she said, wanting to turn around and hug him.

He must have read her mind then, because he placed his hands gently on her small hips and turned her to face him. She stood now with her hairless public mound at her father's eye level. But instead of hugging her as she wanted at moment, he instead picked up the soap and lathered it in his hands, saying nothing.

She could remember looking down at him as he reached behind and lathered her buttocks, worked around to her lower tummy and, finally, began washing her pubis.

He ran his hands over her tiny pussy lips, teased her clitoris and ran his finger just inside her slit.

Cindy shivered and her hips jerked uncontrollably when he laid his middle finger along the length of her pussy.

"Oo. Daddy! Oo!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, smiling lovingly at her, his middle finger still working along her tight slit.

"Oh, Daddy, yessss it does! Oh, Daddy, is this sex?"

"Well, yes, I guess it is. Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. I know Mommy wouldn't like it, would she?"

"That's right, sweetheart. If anyone, anyone, were ever to find out about this, it would be the end of our family," he said, now running his hands all over her pubic area, between her legs and to her ass.

"Ooo, Daddy, ooo! I promise Daddy, I promise it's our secret," Cindy squealed as her daddy's finger probed lightly just inside her pussy lips. She squatted a little to spread her legs for him.

"O.K., baby, OK. Here, let me dry you off now. I want you to come into the bedroom with me," said Charles, reaching for a thick towel and rubbing her from head to toe.

She took her father's hand, stepped out of the tub and padded naked alongside him into the master bedroom. Cindy's excitement peaked and a bit of fear edged into her mind. This was where Daddy and Mommy "did it" together. The girls at school had told her about fucking, and she wondered what was going to happen there on her parents' bed.

But her daddy's hands chased all thoughts. He picked her up and laid her on her back onto the huge king size bed. Then he bent over her, eyes locked onto hers and lightly kissed her on the lips. At the same time, his hands fell to her tiny breasts and her large, sensitized nipples.

Cindy moaned and her daddy kissed down her neck to her breasts. He kissed and licked them, and little Cindy squirmed on the bed. Still, he kissed lower, down to her navel, then across her tummy to her hairless pubis.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, can I see your cock, please, Daddy," she remembered getting up enough courage to say as her Daddy spread her legs and his lips began kissing the inside of her childlike thighs.

He stopped then for a moment and looked up to her from between her legs.

"Are you sure you want to see Daddy's cock, sweetheart?" he asked as he looked into her eyes again.

All she could do was nod, feverishly, and beg her daddy.

"Yes Daddy, please, oh, please… I saw it once before, but not up close."

With that Charles drew away from between his daughter's splayed thighs, stood beside the bed and undressed before her intense gaze. Unconsciously, Cindy's left hand dropped to her wet little pussy. She touched it lightly as she watched her daddy's clothes fall to the floor.

Then, just as he was down to his underwear, she stuck her thumb of her right hand in her mouth. When Charles' dick finally came into view, Cindy lost all control. She suddenly rubbed her clitoris faster, sucked hard on her thumb, and began grunting.

"Ump, umm, umph, unhh…" The noises came from deep in her throat and were muffled by her thumb which she now sucked even harder as her daddy moved closer, his huge, hard cock standing right over his daughter's face.

She watched as he stroked it slowly. It seemed to grow even larger as he did it.

Her eyes were locked on it as she sucked her thumb and frigged herself with her other hand.

"Here, you try it," he said, taking his hand off his cock and reaching for her wrist. She gladly let him move her hand from her mouth to his cock, and when she closed her hand around it, she nearly fainted with excitement.

"That's it, baby. Feel how hard it is?"

"Uh huh. It is, Daddy," said the girl as waves of excitement swept through her body.

"Here, like this," he said, wrapping his hand around hers and slowly moving it up and down his rock-hard dick. He let go and Cindy kept it up.

"Like this Daddy?" she asked as she continued jacking her daddy's cock when he removed his hand.

"Ummm. Oh yes, honey. That's it… ummmm, yes."

"Does it feel good Daddy?"

"Oh yes, sweetheart. It feels wonderful. Don't stop."