Richard Gozinya - Daddy s girl

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.