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Doing Dad! 

  [ Part 2: "Attached Text" ]

                    DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL? 
 
The following story was obtained while researching sexual 
addiction.  The principle subject of this story was in therapy 
when this transcript was obtained.  The names of the 
participants, however have been altered or omitted to preserve 
their privacy. 
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When I was seventeen years old I got fucked for the first time.  
I wanted it too!  My uncle Bobby caught me masturbating with a 
coke bottle in the barn.  He pulled the coke bottle out of my 
pussy, and started sucking on it.  Then he made me beg him to 
fuck me.  While he was sawing his prick in and out of me he made 
me tell him what I wanted.  When I told him cock, he asked how 
much.  With his ten inch dick in my hot little hole I would have 
said or done anything.  He wanted to know if I had ever fucked 
his brother (my father).  When I told him no he said that he'd 
have to fix that.  The thought of being hammered by Daddy's dick 
made me explode in my first real cunt crunching orgasm.  He made 
me stand in the stall with my panties down around my ankles while 
he went up to the house.  When he came back he had two of my 
cousins, my six younger brothers and my father in tow.  He made 
me tell them what I wanted.  When I told them that I needed to be 
fucked they were all over me.  I was fucked in the ass, mouth and 
pussy all at the same time.  I had been a virgin that morning, 
but I couldn't remember that far back.  Having all of this family 
meat scumming me in succession made me go off like a string of 
firecrackers.  Before long they were saying that I was lucky to 
have such a loving and predominately male family.  All I knew was 
that I had to have all the cock that they could muster.  The 
highlight of the day happened when my Daddy made me suck his cock 
while he talked to me.  He told me that he was proud that I had 
turned out just like my mother.  He said that before she died she 
would fuck anything that moved just for him.  Daddy said that he 
caught her having an affair and instead of getting mad, he got 
down on his hands and knees and ate her lover's cum out of her 
cunt.  He made her promise that she would be his special little 
slut.  He told me that he used to regularly bring home ten to 
twelve of his buddies to screw her and so she could present him 
with a soupy cunt to lick.  She did it for Daddy then and now I 
was doing it for Daddy.  Daddy said that he would do the same for 
me if I would like, BOY WOULD I LIKE!  Daddy said, OK, but 
remember anything I say goes.  That was fine with me if it would 
continue to be like this.  Daddy swung me around him into a 69 
and started swabbing my well fucked hole clean just like he used 
to for my mother.  That night they kept passing me around, but I 
knew that I wasn't just doing it for me, but for Daddy too.  
Every time he would tongue my sloppy pussy I would come harder 
than the time before. 
 
Two days later Daddy put me to the test.  He brought my uncle 
Bobby's male German Sheppard (named Stick) up to my room.  He 
told me that Bobby had trained the dog to fuck my aunt Helen and 
that it was my turn.  Instead of being repulsed like I should 
have been, I was more turned on than the day before.  The dog was 
huge.  He must have weighed in at 150 pounds.  Daddy made me take 
off all my clothes, and play with my cunny.  He left the room for 
a minute and came back with this little bench for me to lay on 
for the dog.  He told me that my mother had loved being dicked by 
this dog.  I asked him to let me suck his cock while I got ready 
for Stick.  He said how about while you fuck him.  Stick was 
sitting right where my Daddy had left him.  Daddy whistled three 
short whistles and Stick was on me.  I don't know what was more 
intoxicating, knowing that I was about to fuck the same dog that 
fucked my slutty mother, or the feel of my Daddy's had guiding 
Stick's monster up into me.  I could tell right away why my 
mother liked it so much.  Nothing can describe how lewd you feel 
when you are doing something so horribly depraved as fucking a 
dog's dick while the man you love spurs you on.  Not only that 
but the feeling afforded but the feeling of my clit rocking 
against Stick's ten inch, velvety smooth thrusting cock.  I loved 
the feeling of having my tight cunt filled wit that swollen bulb 
on his doggy dick.  Daddy said that this was just the beginning 
of what he had in mind for me as he popped his dick into my 
wanton mouth.  He said that he would make sure that my cunt was 
full of cum for him to suck out as often as I wanted.  Almost as 
soon as he finished saying that Stick blasted his goo deep up 
inside of me.  True to his word, and as soon as Stick had 
dismounted me, Daddy was lapping me clean. 
 
Every day after my encountered Stick I got fucked more and more 
often.  I was fucked by my brothers, my uncles, my cousins and my 
Daddy nearly non-stop.  They told me that I was even a good fuck 
in my sleep.  I often woke up on my side with a bone shoved up my 
asshole and pussy at the same time.  That was definitely the way 
to start the day.  Daddy was usually right there when they were 
done, or they would go get him.  Since we lived out in the 
country, I took it upon myself to go nude around the house all 
the time.  I was such a slut that my pussy would flood if there 
was a male in the room.  I would do dishes at the sink with a 
cock in my cunt.  I would give blowjobs while I was scrubbing the 
floor.  Never had I felt so needed, so loved and so appreciated.  
That is the greatest thing about fucking with your family.  Daddy 
then asked me if I felt up to a task that my mother had never 
been able to manage for him.  I asked him to try me.  He sent 
everyone out of the house and took me into the dining room.  He 
ordered me to get up on the dining room table, spread my legs 
wide open and close my eyes.  He stayed there diddling my clit 
while he told me that my mother had once taken on thirty guys in 
one evening.  Is that all I laughed.  He asked me if I liked big 
dicks.  I said yes as he stuck two fingers into my sloppy gash.  
He told me that he knew this group of guys who had dicks that 
made everything I had taken up me look like toothpicks.  I 
reminded him that I had been fucking coke bottles before my uncle 
caught me.  He said he had a test for me.  I opened my eyes to 
see him with my aluminum softball bat in his hand.  He plied it 
with vaseline and returned to my perch.  He eased the knob of the 
handle into me easily and then I took him by surprise.  I arched 
my back up off of the table in a quick move and took over ten 
inches of the tool into my box.  I heard him gasp in amazement as 
I lunged up again to take in another six inches.  I begged him to 
put it to me while he told me what he wanted me to do for him.  
He told me that I hadn't passed the test yet.  With that he 
gently removed the bat, turned it around, and placed the wider 
end at my steaming hole.  He again asked me if I thought I could 
handle it.  I told him that it would be my pleasure...literally.  
He made me lean up on my elbows to watch as my pussy gobbled up 
more and more of the business end of the bat.  He told me to 
imagine having a real dick about that size inside of me.  As a 
full foot of the bat disappeared up inside of me I came like a 
waterfall.  I remember begging him to bring the cock on in 
between my grunts and groans of ecstasy. 
 
[I still think that it is amazing how my pussy grew so accustomed 
to all the hectic activity it was receiving.  I'm not complaining 
mind you, but I remember being so sore that I couldn't walk after 
my first few times.  What is really remarkable is the fact that 
my cunt toughened up without becoming less sensitive.] 
 
Daddy told me that he would arrange everything for the following 
week.  He also said that he and the boys would leave me alone 
until the big night of our party.  I thought I was going to die 
from withdrawal waiting for the night of the party.  Luckily 
there was the tried and true coke bottle.  The night of my party, 
Daddy gave me a bath just like he had when I was a little girl.  
He dried me off and then hugged me tightly.  He whispered in my 
ear how proud I was going to make him.  I told him that I would 
love to marry him if the law would allow.  He kissed me 
passionately and when we broke he said that the law couldn't keep 
us apart.  He handed me a gift wrapped box and said he'd leave me 
alone to get dressed and that he'd be back up to get me when the 
guests had all arrived.  I opened the box and found out what I 
was to wear to the party.  It was a pair of leather panties that 
had a zippered removable crotch and a leather bra with zippered 
removable panels that exposed almost my entire breasts.  I 
couldn't wait to try them both on, but decided that this outfit 
deserved a new look.  I went back into the master bathroom and 
got my Daddy's razor and shaving cream.  While I  was shaving my 
little fuzzy pussy clean, I started thinking about how much I 
loved being Daddy's dirty little slut.  When I looked in the 
mirror and saw my ample breasts protruding from their harness and 
my bald quim pouting out of the crotchless panties I knew that 
Daddy would approve. 
 
Daddy knocked on the door and announced that everyone was ready 
and looking forward to my company.  I told him that I would be 
right down.  I could feel my pussy begin to flood more and more 
with each step I took down the stairs.  As I approached the 
living room I could see that it was only lit with candles.  There 
were two columns of naked men lining my route to the head of the 
room.  Daddy had assembled over forty cocks for my needy little 
cunt.  Once I had taken my place along side my Daddy he handed me 
a note.  It was from my mother.  In it she said that she wanted 
to tell me something since she knew that she was dying.  I nearly 
feinted when I got to the part that said that the man that I knew 
and loved as my father wasn't my real father.  She was pleading 
for my forgiveness in deceiving me all those years.  She 
explained that she had grown so addicted to having gang sex that 
she couldn't refrain when my father went off to Vietnam.  She 
said that she had sex with so many men, so quickly, that she had 
no idea who my real father was.  I was in shock!  I didn't know 
what to do or say.  Sensing my confusion, my Daddy leaned over 
and whispered in my ear that he loved me in ways that a father 
never could.  He also said that he had loved my mother so much 
that he had almost died with her out of loneliness.  Seeing the 
tears well up in my eyes my Daddy picked me up and held me like a 
little baby.  His tenderness reminded me of our earlier 
discussion.  I asked him if he really thought I reminded him of 
Mother.  He nodded as I felt his hardening cock press into my 
leg.  I said that I guessed he'd have to marry me then.  After 
all, I never had really been related to him.  He stood me up 
above the crowd on a table and announced that he had called this 
gathering to introduce his friends and family to his wife to 
be...ME! 
 
I could hear heartbeats race and erections rise all around the 
room as Daddy slowly removed the zipped portions of my attire.  
First he revealed one breast and then another.  As he unveiled my 
freshly shaven pussy to the crowd I heard a collective gasp.  I 
was so ready to be fucked that I had strings of my own juices 
hanging from my self parted pussy lips.  Daddy pulled my pussy 
lips apart even farther and displayed my pink slit to the wanton 
assembly.  I played with my tits as he rubbed my clit with his 
thumbs.  I came so strongly that I thought my knees would buckle 
out from under me.  My orgasm was met with the approval of all of 
the men at the party.  My brothers escorted me over to a stack of 
pillows on the floor the positioned me so that my ass was 
sticking almost straight up into the air and made me put my legs 
over my head. (I guess it is a lucky thing that I was so subtle.)  
Daddy came over and said that the first ten guys were the ones I 
had been told about.  When he stepped back I nearly feinted.  I 
was looking at the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life.  It 
was a good fourteen inches long and about six inches around.  The 
guy attached to it was a little arrogant about his prowess.  He 
told me that I was about to find out what heaven was.  I told him 
that I knew what heaven was like. (It was like having my father 
sucking my cunny clean after a gang bang.)  This guy was trying 
to hurt me, but my cunt was so wet that he slid right in with a 
loud squishy noise.  I do have to give him this though, he could 
really rock that monster.  He plowed me for a couple of minutes 
before I decided to talk trash to him.  I told him that he could 
stay the night fucking my asshole some time if he wanted to.  
When I told him that I'd have my Daddy fuck him in the ass while 
he was fucking my ass he popped a gusher off inside of me.  
(Queer little fucker.  I wouldn't ever let Daddy's dick up any 
other ass but mine.)  The next four or five guys were 
considerably kinder than the first asshole, but only moderately 
smaller in the cock.  Each cock made me cum even harder than the 
one before.  I had one of them ask me if I did bachelor parties 
after my pussy clamped down on his cock in my orgasmic 
contraction.  I told him that I was sure I did if my Daddy was 
invited to attend.  When Daddy heard my response he knelt down 
and soul kissed me.  He said that he was so proud of me and that 
he couldn't wait to be alone with me.  As intimately as I knew 
Daddy, I had never seen him so excited in all my life. 
 
After the ten men with the monster cocks had finished with me, 
Daddy made an announcement.  He told each of them could bring a 
couple of friends over to spend the night with me if they would 
just file by and cum in my cunt quickly and leave.  Hearing his 
impassioned invitation and knowing that it meant more cock for my 
pussy made me tingle.  Daddy stood over me grabbing each cock 
that came by like a farmer milking a cow.  He guided each dick 
into my cunt and would squeeze the guys balls as if to get every 
drop.  He thanked each guy by name and told them to stop by again 
real soon.  Even while he was doing this he was telling me what 
our marriage would be like.  He said that I had better like 
getting fucked because he wanted his family and friends to be 
well treated.  He said that I wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes 
unless we were out in public and even then I couldn't wear 
panties.  He said that some men give their wive's cookies away, 
but he was going to give my cunt away to his friends.  He knew 
that he was saying just what I wanted to hear. 
 
Even with his attempts to speed things along, some of the guys 
came through the line twice to get a whole weekend and I was glad 
they did.  About three hours after the party had started all of 
our guests were gone.  Daddy told four of my brothers to let him 
get up to bathroom and then to carry me up.  He also told them 
something that sounded kind of funny.  He told them to be careful 
not to spill me.  The boys were careful to keep my head lower 
than my feet as they carried me feet first up the stairs.  My 
womb was so full of cum that I swear that I could hear it 
swishing around as they carried me.  My Daddy was laying on his 
back on the edge of the tub.  He told them that they knew what to 
do.  With that, they lowered me, positioned my crotch above 
Daddy's mouth and spread my legs.  Daddy told me that I was to 
tell him about tonight while he tasted for himself.  Then my 
brothers quickly tilted me to an upright position on top of 
Daddy's face.  (I swear that I could feel the stream of the cum 
mixture pour out my cunt and down Daddy's gulping throat.)  I 
told him that I loved being his randy little slut.  I told him 
that I hoped that each guy who took him up on the offer would 
have several friends that they could bring along when they spent 
the night.  I asked him if he would throw more parties for me 
like tonight.  Then I told him that it had really turned me on to 
feel him handling all of those dicks.  I told him that he would 
have to help me even more the next time.  I asked him if he would 
like that.  He let me know that the thought appealed to him by 
sucking even harder on my pussy's reward.  I told him that if he 
really wanted to make me happy that he would fuck me while that 
guy with the fourteen inches banged his asshole full of cum for 
me to eat out.  The words had no sooner left my mouth before I 
erupted in my life's strongest orgasm.  I came so hard that I 
lost control of my bladder and started mixing piss in with the 
jism that Daddy was pulling out of me.  He took it all and begged 
me for more. 
 
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The woman detailed in this study later went on to marry the man 
she had assumed to be her father.  She was diagnosed as suffering 
from manic depression after the death of her husband.  It was 
later determined that not only was she suffering the emotional 
loss of her husband, but the type of sex life they had shared.  
Her therapists agree that she may never fully recover from her 
current state unless one of two things occur.  Ideally they would 
be able to treat her underlying addiction to unusual sex acts and 
then be able to help her deal with her loss.  If not, the only 
hope may be for her to establish a relationship with a man who 
has sexual tendencies similar to those of her late husband.

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