My daughter is fourteen years old now, a beautiful, blossoming teenage girl.

It's been a long time since she either wet the bed or had a daytime accident.

But when she was a toddler and into her early school years, she was different.

When she was a baby, of course, she had no other means of relieving herself than urinating and defecating in her diapers. I changed about half of those diapers, and I have to say that while it wasn't disgusting to me, it wasn't pleasing either. The simple fact was that my little girl needed to be changed for her comfort and well-being, and like any good father I put her needs before anything else.

Right about when she was two, she started being potty-trained. Quickly she learned to defecate in the toilet, and if she had an accident after that she would wail for an hour, probably because she didn't like the feeling of her feces on her sensitive skin.

Her urination, however, was a completely different matter. When she had mastered holding in her poop until she went to the potty, she almost never managed to make it to the toilet to urinate. Quite often, she would be playing quietly on the floor, I would ask if she needed to go tinkle in the potty, and she would say no, she didn't need to go. Not three minutes later, there would be a puddle underneath her and she would be soaked.

My wife and I never punished her, since it wasn't like she really did this on purpose. We got used to changing her panties several times a day, and she wore a diaper at night to make things easier. It became more of a problem when she turned three.

She was enrolled in preschool, and every day she would come home soaking wet between the legs. She never complained about feeling itchy or hot from her urine, and if allowed to she would happily spend all day in wet clothes. We took her to several doctors, and all of them said the same thing: our little girl Samantha was healthy in every way, she just wasn't quite ready to control her bladder yet.

In the summer about five months before she turned four, I took Samantha to the community pool. When we were walking through the locker room, I asked her for the millionth time if she needed to tinkle. As usual, she shook her head no. We got out to our car and she sat down. Not five minutes later, I heard the faint sound of liquid shooting onto fabric. I looked to my right and sure enough, Samantha was peeing on the car seat.

I was only a little angry, being used to this sort of thing. I told her to take off her suit in the car - it didn't matter if she was naked walking into the house - and I'd help her clean up when we got inside. She did this with no disagreement and followed me into the downstairs bathroom.

I looked at my little girl, still damp from swimming. She smelled faintly of chlorine but mostly of urine. Her blonde hair was dark and slicked back from swimming. I told her to sit down in the bathtub and spread her legs wide.

I couldn't help noticing that her tiny clitoris was sticking out from between the folds of her inner genitals. Her entire crotch area gleamed with pee, and she smelled pungent. She was not modest at all as I gently wiped her down with a washcloth and rinsed off her naked little body. I realized, startled, that I was getting an erection looking at my little girl. I shifted my mind to the office quickly, before those thoughts could really take root. Cleaned up, Samantha stood up and with a playful slap on the rear, I told her to put on some clean clothes.

Later on that night, after my wife was home, I did some laundry and my mind drifted back to earlier that day. I couldn't get Samantha's plump little tush and equally full pubic mound out of my mind. Jeez, what kind of a jerk was I, getting aroused by my own three-year-old daughter? As I took a pair of her dirty underwear from the hamper, I couldn't stop myself from sniffing the bright yellow stain around the crotch. The aroma was intoxicating, and promptly after putting the laundry in I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and masturbated, thinking of Samantha's bare, naked cunt, no less. I felt like the world's biggest asshole.

The next morning, Sunday, Samantha woke up soaked as usual, and I let my wife change her. Laying in bed, I realized that the events of the previous night were simply an unusual phenomenon. Besides, I hadn't touched my daughter inappropriately, and she had no clue what was going on. I began to feel better about myself.

Shortly after Samantha's fourth birthday, she gradually began to have fewer accidents during the day. It still happened about half the time, but now she knew when she had to go pee and she would keep my wife and me advised.

One Saturday morning, she was watching cartoons clad only in a pair of pink panties. We let her wear whatever she wanted around the house, and she slept in her underwear most of the time. She turned to me at a commercial and said, "Daddy, I have to wee." I told her to go ahead and use the toilet. She was plenty big enough to do it by herself.

She came back a few minutes later and snuggled up next to me. I smelled urine and looked down at her. Her hands were wet and the front of her panties, from between her legs all the way to the waistband, were stained dark and moist. I asked her why she had wee-wee all over her.

"Because I tried to go wee like the boys but it got all over," she told me, blushing a little. I got up and went to the bathroom to see what exactly had happened.

There was a puddle on the toilet seat and in front of the toilet. Apparently she had pulled down her panties and tried to urinate standing up, not quite realizing that the way her plumbing was set up, it would go straight down.

"It's all right, Sammy," I reassured her with a hug. "Let's get those wet panties off and get you cleaned up." She stood obediently while I wiped her between the legs with a wet washcloth. Then I told her to sit on the couch and air-dry while I cleaned up the bathroom floor.

I took a sponge and wiped up the puddle, drying the floor with paper towels. I saw the wet panties draped over the edge of the tub, and I knew what I was going to do next. Really, I had no choice in the matter.

I smelled the still-moist fabric. My tongue flicked out at it, and I tasted my four-year-old daughter's salty urine in my mouth. I slurped at the cotton more and more until there was more of my saliva on the panties than her pee. I couldn't believe what my sexual urges had driven me to do anymore than I could control them.

I went back to the living room to find Samantha watching her cartoons again, naked of course. I couldn't resist the opportunity to tickle her naked body, and she giggled happily. Then I took her upstairs and put some clean clothes on her.

About six months after that, I was bathing Samantha one night. She was starting to lose her baby fat, and being tall for her age anyway, she looked almost six or seven. She loved me very, very much, and I loved her even more. As I was putting shampoo in the palm of my hand to rub in her hair, she said, "Hey Daddy, watch this!" Like any parent, I stopped what I was doing and watched.

She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet and lifted her upper body with her arms behind her. She arched her back and her naked, dripping body came out of the water. Her bare, gleaming pussy mound was plump and her little genital slit was spread partially. She shocked me by splashing her pee into the water, giggling the whole time.

"That's not nice to do," I scolded her, chuckling to myself the whole time. She looked pleased with herself, and I bent down and gave her a kiss. I realized that it had been awhile since I had seen her pee coming out of her when she was naked, and the sight was erotic.

About a week after that, I took her in the woods about ten miles from our house for a midwinter's hike. There was only four to six inches of snow on the ground, but the temperature was in the teens and a chilling breeze slapped us in the face.

We were about a mile from the parking lot when her little gloved hand tugged at mine. "Daddy, I have to wee-wee. NOW!" She fidgeted a little, and I knew that meant that I didn't have much time to decide on what to do. Pretty soon, the decision was going to be out of my hands.

"Okay, sweetie, Daddy's gonna help you out," I told her. I knew that I couldn't get her snow pants off without taking off her boots, and then her socked feet would get soaked in the snow. There was no chance of making it back to the car where there would at least be a pop bottle or something to pee in. And I couldn't let her wet herself - she'd get real cold real fast.

It came down to one possible solution. I felt terrible for having to do it, but...

"Samantha, I want you to lie down on the trail on your back. I'm going to unzip your snow pants and put them by your knees. You can pee in my mouth and it won't get all over you and make you cold."

"Can I really do that Daddy?" My little girl asked, clearly excited by the prospect of doing something as naughty as peeing in her daddy's mouth.

"Just this once, sweetie," I told her. Secretly I cared for more than her comfort; I desperately wanted to taste her sweet little girl pee, this time straight from the tap.

"Okay, Daddy." I helped her unzip her snow pants and she held the waistband of her sweatpants and then her panties down just below her urethra. I knelt down on the packed snow. "Brrr, my privates are chilly!" Samantha said, shivering a little involuntarily.

"Go ahead and pee, sweetie, I'm ready," I told her. A little dribble of warm pee splashed into my waiting mouth, and then a little more. Finally her urine stream strengthened itself and I was gulping down my own little girl's hot urine. It tasted delicious, warm and salty. Finally Samantha's little bladder emptied itself out and I licked my lips. I kissed her pussy slit and she shivered involuntarily, but didn't say anything. She got up and pulled up her snow pants, zipping them up again.

"That was fun, Daddy! Can we do that again sometime?"

"Oh, I'm afraid not, sweetie," I replied, biting my tongue. "You see, the only reason we did that was because there was no other way for you to go pee.

Normally you could just go off the trail and tinkle." I didn't dare let on that I enjoyed it. I could get in huge trouble for this, and I already felt guilty.

Samantha just accepted my explanation calmly and we walked back to the car and went home.

About six months after that, my wife and I were having a major disagreement that eventually led to our divorce. Samantha and I ended up staying at a local hotel for two days while my wife and I took some time away from each other. We went to the local Denny's for dinner, but Samantha just picked at her food.

"Everything's going to be okay, sweetie," I reassured her. "Mommy and I are going to work things out and soon everything will be back to normal." Even then I wasn't sure, but what else could I tell Sammy?

We went back to the hotel, and even though it wasn't late, Samantha said she wanted to have her bath and then go to bed. I felt really bad for her. She always took it the hardest when my wife and I disagreed.

I also felt very starved for affection and horny. I began to think seriously about a fleeting fantasy of mine as I helped my five-year-old daughter take her bath. Her bare, nude genitals looked so inviting and in need of pleasure. I knew my feelings were so, so wrong, but I couldn't stop the pedophile in me from rearing his horny head.

She stood up as I let out the water, and as I dried her off top to bottom, I rubbed the soft towel between her legs. "Mmmm, Daddy that feels so good," she murmured sensually. Oh if she only knew the effect she had on me!

She started to put on her clean panties, but I stopped her. "Sammy, do you want me to show you something new and special that we can do together?" She nodded happily. "Then stay naked and lay on your bed. Daddy's going to show you something that'll make you feel really nice inside."

She lay down on her bed, shivering a little from the air conditioning, and pressed her soft, creamy thighs together tightly. They were tanned up to her crotch from the swimming she did at the community pool. Her belly was as white as her pussy, but her arms were dark like her legs. Her blonde hair was damp from the bath and her face was flawless. Consequences be damned, I wanted to do this.

"Sweetie, you're going to have to open your legs. Here, why don't you spread them wide and hold your feet like you do in your gymnastics class." My flexible daughter nodded and grinned. She loved to show off, knowing that she could stretch better than any of the other little girls. Her pink inner pussy was exposed, but she didn't care - I was her daddy, after all.

"Now I'm going to lick your privates and make you feel good. If you ever want me to stop, just tell me and I will, okay? If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

Samantha shook her head. "Daddy, I want you to lick my privates and make me feel good." I nodded, and while my five-year-old daughter held her legs wide open, I lowered my face and my tongue flicked at her immature young cunt.

It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I had gone down on my wife, but it had been a long time since I gave her oral sex, and besides, if she had tasted this good I never would have stopped. I knew that in her immaturity, it shouldn't take long for Samantha to build towards a climax, and I was right.

Her hips started bucking. "D-Daddy," she stuttered. "P-please stop. I have to go w-wee-wee." I ignored her. I knew that she would want me to continue if she knew what was going to happen, and I was right.

My little girl screamed as she experienced her very first orgasm, and I felt a hot stream of pee splash into my mouth. I stopped licking her engorged clitty and concentrated on swallowing every last drop of her delicious little girl pee.

It was warm and not too salty - it mostly tasted like warm water. Her orgasm come to an end, she lay there breathing hard and continuing to relieve herself.

All too soon her little piss faucet turned itself off, and I stood up.

"Did you like that honey?" I asked. Sammy nodded enthusiastically. "Can we do that again Daddy?" she pleaded. I shook my head.

"Come on sweetie, let's get some rest. Maybe we can do it again sometime soon."

She pouted a little but crawled into bed with me. I pulled my shirt over my head but opted to leave on my shorts and boxers - I didn't want to end up molesting my daughter any more than I already had.

Her naked little body felt so nice and warm on mine. I held her close to my chest and squeezed her soft little ass. God she was a sexy little kid! I knew that what we were doing was oh so wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I had no choice.