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Subject: {ASSM} excerpt PRED's Lolita Method - Case Study - Cindy (father/daughter, gangbang)
Date: Mon,  9 Sep 2002 00:10:04 -0400
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{ASSM} excerpt PRED's Lolita Method - Case Study - Cindy
(father/daughter, gangbang)

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Lolita: Cindy, age 13 (daughter) 
Humbert: Bill, age 38 (father) 
Technique:  Eve in the Garden (with accomplice)

	Note - This case study chronicles Humbert Bill's seduction of his
oldest daughter, Cindy.  Bill currently fucks each of his three
daughters, and his wife is still oblivious.  The story of Bill's
introduction to Lolita hunting and his subsequent seduction of
Cindy's best friend, Desiree, is related in the opening of this book.

	I guess I knew when I started fucking my daughter Cindy's best
friend, Desiree, that I'd eventually end up seducing my own three
daughters.  Somewhere in the back of mind, I must have realized that
my desire to initially fuck Desiree was actually a sublimated urge to
begin a sexual relationship with my own eldest daughter.  Still
caught up in a parental guilt trip, however, I couldn't admit these
things to myself at the beginning.  In the end, it was Desiree who
made me realize the truth.
	After over a year of fucking, Desiree was a full-fledged sex freak
by the time she was ending the sixth grade.  It came as no surprise,
then, when I learned she was seducing girls her age into sex games
with her.  She would tell me with such pride when she got into
another girl's pants and "got some pussy."
	I was seeing Desiree in hotel and motel rooms almost twice a week
when she could sneak out of her house.  One day when I picked her up,
there was another girl with her.  It was another friend of my
daughter, a chubby blonde named Lori.  Des had told me she and Lori
were regularly playing sex games with each other, and I quickly found
out that Des had told Lori about us and sworn her to secrecy.  Lori
then asked if she could "play" with us, and Des brought her along.
	I was in heaven that day - two "forbidden" pussies to lick, suck,
fuck and savor.  Lori was a very obedient little girl, too, doing
whatever Des or I told her to do.  She really enjoyed herself, too. 
Des had already broken her in to the point where she could take
something shoved up her tight, young cunt and chase her cum.
	As Des was sitting on Lori's face and watching me fuck the girl, she
said something that struck me immediately: "I wish Cindy was here,
don't you ..?"  The question cut right to my soul, and I felt myself
turned on so much at the thought of fucking my own daughter that I
really started pounding into poor Lori.  She didn't seem to mind,
though, bouncing on the mattress and squealing in delight when she
came for the second time that afternoon.
	Des saw the reaction Cindy's name had sparked, so she kept on
referring to my daughter as we fucked the rest of that afternoon. 
She'd be sucking my cock or eating out Lori, look at me and say:
"Don't you wish this was Cindy doing this?"
	Yes, I did wish that.  Afterwards, while we were showering off in
the bathroom, Des told me she had gotten Cindy into some sex games a
few weeks earlier.  She hadn't told me because she thought I'd be
angry.  In those days, I was terrified my daughter would find out
about me and Des.
	Naturally, I asked for details.  Des told me she would always pick
playful little fights with Cindy so the two would wrestle.  Cindy was
a strong girl for her age, already the roughhousing jock she would
demonstrate years later on high school and college basketball and
volleyball courts.
  	Des was no match for my daughter in wrestling and always lost,
much to Des's delight I might add.  She loved being pinned beneath
Cindy's strong body, especially because Des always picked the fights
when the girls were in bathing suits, PJs, or otherwise
scantily-clad.  
 	Des usually picked the fights by tweaking one of Cindy's budding
tits, slapping her ass or goosing her.  Thus, when Cindy ended up
getting the advantage over Des, she would reciprocate with some
sexual torture of her own.  Des would refuse to say "uncle," spurring
Cindy onto further abuse - spanking, tickling, bouncing, etc. -
before Des finally relented (sometimes secretly cumming, too).
	Des then confessed that she'd kissed Cindy with her tongue before
when they were goofing around, and had even given Cindy some nude
massages all over.  Des said she'd made Cindy cum once by rubbing her
ass while Cindy humped her little pussy into a pillow.  Then Des
spoke aloud what had been on my mind all afternoon: "I think we could
get Cindy to play with us, too."
	I asked her how, and she said I could walk in on them fooling around
at my house when no one else was around.  She said she could get
Cindy to go along with us if she had the chance.  Terrified at the
prospect of getting caught, but in too deep to stop myself, I agreed.
	The big day happened a few weeks later.  Des and Lori came over one
day to "work on a school project" with Cindy when my wife and my two
youngest daughters, Jackie and Tanya, were at my in-laws.  I had
already told my wife I needed to work a few hours that afternoon, and
we both agreed that we could trust Cindy alone in the house with her
friends for a short while.  My wife actually thought it would be a
good idea to start demonstrating trust in our eldest daughter while
giving her more independence and responsibility.  Before I left,
then, I made Cindy promise to behave herself.  Then I told her I'd be
back in a three hours and drove off, ready to return when Des gave me
the proper signal.
	Des told me she'd close the living room drapes when she had the
situation "under control."  So I spent the next hour or so driving
past the house looking to see if the drapes were drawn.  Finally, at
almost the one hour mark exactly, I saw the drawn curtains.  I pulled
onto the street about four houses up and cut through some backyards
to my house.  As I crept through my garden towards the back door,
which I'd left unlocked, I tried to imagine what Des, Lori and my
daughter were doing, what I would walk in on.  Afterward, they all
told me.
	Several days before the big day, Des, Lori and Cindy had arranged
the day to be alone so they could have a "make-out party" with three
older boys Des knew, Josh, Mike and Paul.  Des was fucking Josh, and
she fixed up Lori with Mike and Cindy with Paul.  Cindy knew she was
supposed to "go all the way" with Paul, and she wanted to do this so
she could be like her two best friends and not be a little girl
anymore.
	So after I left, Des called the boys, and they arrived a short while
later (Mike lived about five minutes walk from my house).  In fact,
I'd even seen the three boys walking over to my house while I was
driving around, although I didn't know who they were or where they
were going at the time.
	When the boys got there, Des convinced Cindy to break into my liquor
cabinet so they could spike their soda pop with whiskey, vodka and
gin.  Des also talked Cindy into going into my closet and ransacking
my supposedly "secret" library of porno tapes (I later found out that
my two oldest daughters, Cindy and Jackie, had known about my porn
stash for a few years, sneaking looks at my magazines whenever they
had a chance).
	With everything now set-up, the "party" began.  They all sat around
watching a porno tape and making out.  Des was the first to get
serious, stripping down and getting Josh to do the same.  Mike and
Lori and then Cindy and Paul followed suit.  Then Des started sucking
Josh's cock, Lori followed her lead, and Paul asked Cindy to do the
same.  This quickly turned into all sorts of play - blow jobs, pussy
licking, 69, and eventually fucking.  At some point, Des closed the
front drapes, and this was my signal.
	They had been messing around for probably twenty minutes when I came
in the backdoor, walked into the living room and took in the sights. 
Des was getting fucked doggie style bent over my leather chair (the
little slut).  Lori and Mike were doing 69 on the couch while Paul
was vigorously mounting Cindy in the missionary position on the
floor.  
 	By the splotches of blood staining their upper thighs and my
carpet, I deducted that Cindy had just had her cherry popped moments
before.  She looked to be in pain, gritting her teeth and trying to
get through the pain.  I felt so protective of her, like I wanted to
tear the boy from her right then and thrash every last breath from
his body.  I knew this wasn't what needed to be done, especially not
if I wanted my daughter to still love me and give herself to me out
of this love.  "And this is your idea of behaving yourself, young
lady?" I finally spoke out loud.
	The look on the boys' faces was priceless.  Cindy's was even better.
Even Des and Lori, who knew what was going down, seemed startled by
my sudden appearance.  Before the boys could even think of running, I
ordered them to stay put.  They froze.  Cindy looked like she was
about to have a heart attack.  She was too mortified to say anything
or even cry.  She just lay there on the floor quaking in terror.
	I walked over to one of the half-empty liquor bottles, a fifth of
Jack Daniels, picked it up, looked at it, and took a swig.  "Great
party," I grinned.  "Glad to see you're using condoms."
	"Hi, Bill," Des smiled at me.
	"Hi, Bill," Lori chimed in.
	"You're Bill?" Josh seemed impressed.  Obviously Des had told him
something of me.  "Awesome."  He turned to Cindy.  "Your dad is so
cool."
	Cindy looked puzzled and utterly stupefied.  She was expecting me to
kill them all.  Instead I walked over to my leather chair guzzling
some more Jack.  While every kid in the room watched, I unzipped my
fly, popped out my dick and slid it between Des's lips.  "Awesome,"
Josh grinned before he started doggie-fucking Des again.
  	"Go on," I motioned to Paul and Cindy, who were still frozen
solid.  "It's cool," I sighed in pleasure as Des sucked on my balls.
"Really .."  I took another swig of the Jack.  "Go on."
	The guy fucking my daughter was obviously no rocket scientist.  But
he did understand that if Cindy's dad was standing a few feet away
getting a blow-job from her best friend that her dad probably really
didn't give a shit if some guy was fucking his daughter.  So Paul
just started screwing away again.  Cindy looked like she was trying
to get away for a minute or so, but he put his weight down on her,
pinning her to the floor while he slammed inside her.  Moments later,
helpless and in shock, she slowly just forgot I was there and gave
into her natural instincts.
	And that's how it happened.  I watched the guy take my daughter's
cherry like a typical BOY, getting her all hot and bothered for a few
short minutes, then dumping into his condom while his softening dick
sloshed out of her hungry young pussy.  "Shit!" he exclaimed.  His
limp dick had now stalled at the entrance to Cindy's eager  primed
cunt, leaving my daughter very frustrated and VERY unfulfilled.
	Coming down off her carnal high, she suddenly remembered where she
was and what was going on around her.  She flashed me a horrified
look, then started trying to crawl away.  I had to act now.  I slid
out of Des's greedy little mouth and walked over to my daughter. 
"Never send a boy to do a man's job," I quipped, the swigs of Jack
Daniels killing any inhibitions I may have been experiencing up to
that point.
	While my daughter looked up at me with a mixture of horror,
confusion and lust, I knelt down to the floor, pressed my cock-head
against her slick tender pussy lips, teased her clit with my skilled
fingers and just sank into her tight, bothered pussy.  She tried to
pull away, but I pulled her into me.  "Shh .." I whispered in her
ear, feeling her go limp the minute she began receiving the
pleasurable stoke of my experienced cock.  "It's going to be all
right, darling.  Daddy's here now.  Shhh .."
	As her young, cuddly body molded around my hard, steady thrusting,
the only words she said were: "No, daddy .. no, daddy, please .. no
.. daddy, please .. no .."  In another minute, though, the "no"
became "oh," and then eventually "yes" as I turned her athletic young
body to an almost 90-degree angle.  I was now entering her from the
side, smashing her itchy little clit up against her pubis with every
thrust.  Her face had now lost all the horror and shock, her eyes
washed over with a glaze of utter bliss.  Every nerve and cell in her
body wrapped itself around me, responding to every nuance of every
thrust in perfect tandem.
	To feel your own daughter, the most precious thing in the world to
you, cum around your stiff loving dick is a feeling every man should
experience once.  To be able to give someone you love so deeply so
much pleasure is the greatest gift any God could grant one of his
creations.  When a father knows he is also the first man to ever take
his daughter to such heights of pleasure, this supreme physical,
mental and emotional high becomes even more stratospheric.  To
possess her young ripe body, full of the wisdom that she will
forever-after worship you as her first and best lover transcends the
mortal man to veritable godhood.
	That I could share this life-altering experience with my own
precious, beloved daughter stands as the single defining moment in my
life.  All my past, present and future shortcomings ceased to exist
in that moment as I shared a love so deep that the bond will never be
broken.  I fucked my daughter masterfully, popping not only one but
TWO exhilarating climaxes from her dewy nubile body before I took her
in my arms, slammed myself up to the hilt of her young cunt and
poured my fatherly passion into the springtime of her soul.
	And that is the story of how my oldest daughter joined the ranks of
Club Lolita at the hands of her loving father.  After that day, my
daughter truly came into her own because she had truly experienced
the love of a REAL man.  With her daddy stroking her Lolita Urge
througho her adolescence, her turbulent teenage years have been
anything but.  She excels in school, athletics and popularity.  So
much for the scars of incest. 

	Analysis - In preparation for this new edition of The Lolita Method,
I contacted Humbert Bill to ask his permission to revise and release
our book.  He consented, and I asked him about his daughters who have
since aged ten years since the first edition of the book.  Cindy is a
college grad, a school teacher, happily married with two kids.  Bill
says she is the most well-adjusted woman he has ever met.  She
harbors no ill will towards him at all, and they occasionally fuck
for old times sake.  So much for the scars of incest.

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