My dad's horny friends

I can remember in superbowl xxxvi my dad invited all of his football friends over.  I remember I was only 12 at the time and I was just starting to go through puberty.  (For the record I am a girl.)  i remember always having somewhat of a crush on my dads friends and they'd always call me sweetie and pumpkin.  During the superbowl my mom was staying at her sisters because of a fight they had the night before.  My dad's friends all got drunk.  They came up to my room and asked if I wanted to 'fool around.'  I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I admit I was curious and I thought they were all really cute.  They started to force themselves on me and there was some blood. It was really scary and I started to yell for them to stop, but i think that they were too drunk to know that they were hurting me. At the end my dad came in and started laughing.  He was really drunk and started to lick my face.  I started to scream even more until my dad's cutest friend came in.  i started to slowly pull down my pants, but make it look like it was on accident.  Finally my dad and his friends took notice.  I'm not sure how many times I got raped, but I think they all had their way with me. when i walk up later on I just remember hurting, my legs hurt when I'd close them and I felt very dirty and messy.  I showered, but ever since then I have looked back with fondness on the memory.  My parents divorced and I moved in with my mother.
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