Richard Gozinya - Daddy s girl

Neither Cindy nor Charles heard the front door of the house open and close. Nor did they hear Margaret enter the house and walk down the hallway.

She did remember that her daddy's cock had just started to spurt cum when her mother walked into the bedroom and caught them. She didn't know what the white cream was, and just as she was about to ask him, Margaret stepped into the bedroom.

"Oh my God! Charles! Cindy!" her mother screamed.

A terrible scene followed. That day was the last time she saw her father, because her mother threw him out of the house and filed criminal child molesting charges against him.

Charles was sent to prison and her mother moved to another city, taking Cindy with her. Through the years that followed, Cindy had been able to forget about the horrible fight between her mother and father that day there in her parents' bedroom. It was easy. It had been so ugly, and so unfair to the daddy she adored.

What she never forgot was holding her daddy's cock and how she had wanted to do so much more with him. She started masturbating shortly after the incident, and she always imagined what would have happened had her mother not returned. She imagined kissing his huge penis, licking it, even though she didn't have a clue about oral sex then. When she thought about him rubbing it all over her vagina, she had her first climax. Later, when she found out what fucking was, she always thought about Daddy putting it into her.

Throughout her pubescence and adolescence, the boys in her junior high and high schools failed to interest her, even though her brain burned with sexual desire.

Cindy's ideal of a man and sex was fixed on her father. She knew she liked older men, but the older men she met seemed to ignore her altogether, except one.

Her high school history teacher, a handsome middle-aged man with tastes leaning toward young girls like Cindy, took a very active interest in Cindy.

At 15, her striking sexuality and lean beauty attracted Mr. Hollins, and Cindy's father-fixation made her a willing recipient of his attentions.

She accepted an invitation to his home for a tea party with Mr. and Mrs. Hollins and some other bright pupils and their teachers. During the party, Mr. Hollins showed Cindy his special "playroom" in the basement. That's where she lost her virginity, in Mr. Hollins' sex chamber during a school party. He bent her over a table, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties and stuck it into her vagina.

It hurt, and Cindy didn't really enjoy it all that much. But Mr. Hollins did. He did it to her three times during the party, and after the third time, Cindy was starting to like it.

Unfortunately, her first fuck also resulted in a pregnancy. Since abortions weren't legal in those days, Mr. Hollins and his wife happily paid all the delivery costs at a private hospital. Cindy refused to put the baby up for adoption, so Hollins signed a support agreement in return for Cindy's and her mother's silence. She named the baby "Shauna." It meant "full moon" in some Native American language.

After that, she lived at home with her mom and Shauna, finished high school as valedictorian, and won a major scholarship to attend university. She waited a few years, then enrolled in the state university, about 150 miles from her mom's home. She took a work study job on campus in the book store, attended classes full time and managed to care of Shauna.

With so much to do, Cindy was exhausted every night when she collapsed in her bed, but even this exhaustion couldn't smother her fantasies about her father.

They had come back right after Shauna was born. If anything, her obsession was stronger than it had ever been.

It was in her mind whenever she had a moment to herself. When a good-looking professor of about 50 spoke to her one day in the campus bookstore, she fantasized about him as her daddy for an entire year. She even looked up his telephone number and address and drove past his house. She saw a fat gray-haired woman there that must have been his wife. She knew she could make him happier than that woman could, but she remained passive and didn't act.

She fantasized about at least three of her professors in school, but never made her desires known to any of them. They were all married, after all, and Cindy figured she didn't need the hassles of an affair with a married man.

Still, her fantasies raged, and Cindy masturbated at every opportunity. She masturbated on her breaks in a restroom stall. She lifted her skirts in the car and fingered herself as she drove to and from the campus.

And always, she thought of her daddy's cock, imagined it sliding into her, how it would feel. She fantasized their words together, what she would say, what he would say:

"Oh, sweetheart, Daddy loves his little girl so much," he would say once inside her.

"Oh, Daddy, I love you too."

"Are you Daddy's girl?" he would ask as he started fucking her.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm your girl."

She seldom got much farther than that before climaxing as she tweaked her clitoris.

She started shaving her pussy to make it look more like it did when Daddy had let her hold his cock.

Cindy was smart enough to know her fantasy had become an obsession, but it didn't matter. She was so alone, so isolated from all social contact with others that it was all she had. It was the most sexually exciting thing she could imagine, and it became a fever. Before long fucking Daddy occupied most of her thoughts in class, at work, driving, or at home lying in bed at night.

She even picked up a pornographic novel about an incestuous father and daughter one afternoon at the local porn shop. She drove by it every day, and had often wanted to stop, but there were always cars in the lot. Then, one day, she drove past the shop and no cars were there.

Cindy circled the block and parked on a side street about a half a block away, put on her dark glasses, and walked. To her relief, only the young male (gay, she thought) clerk was in the store. She kept her eyes down and went straight to several revolving stands for paperbacks.

The titles made her heart pound harder: "Daddy's Girl", and "Fucked By My Daddy", and "Daddy's Baby", and "Teaching Daughter". She grabbed "Daddy's Girl" because the cover drawing pictured a young girl laying on her back in bed, holding her father's huge hard penis. Slippery wetness oozed into her panties, making her feel even hotter. The scene looked just like her with Charles all those years ago.

"Hey, you know, you're the third lady today who has bought this book. Must be a good one," said the faggy clerk when she went to pay for the book.

Cindy's brain was so afire with lust, that she couldn't have responded to his comment even if she wanted to. All she could think about was getting home before Shauna came home from school so she could read her new book and finger herself to nirvana.

She wasn't so distracted, however, that she failed catch a glimpse of a man arriving at the pornography shop just as she ducked around the side of the building toward her car.

There was something familiar about him, and she noticed a black pickup truck in the parking lot as she was leaving. The truck resembled Professor Janis' truck.

God, it was him, I hope he didn't see me, she thought.

As she pulled onto the side street, she wondered if Professor Janis might want to be her real "Daddy" instead of a fantasy one. She wondered what was he buying at the porn shop. She looked at the cover of her fuck book in the car seat, and hoped he might be buying the same book.

She nearly ran into the house, into her bedroom and stripped naked. She turned on a reading lamp and lay on her back before opening the novel. The book told how a father-daughter sexual relationship began between a girl of 12 and her 40 year-old father, and it drove the feverish young mother to one climax after another, right from the first page.