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Girl Power stories
This is a girl power story; stories where everyone male or female 
is safe, has power and has great sex.  



INRODUCTION

WARNING:
This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read 
by anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to 
read such material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a 
redress of grievances. 

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All information is the creation of the 
author's imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events 
portrayed or depicted in this story are fictional and any 
resemblance to real people, organizations or incidents is purely 
coincidental.


Warning

1.   About the story Home Invasion III sex scene:  The story is 
not advocacy fiction. The story involves consensual sex between a 
teenage girl posing as pre-teen and a man over 40. The story is 
not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 

2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the story are 
professionals and can not be injured, killed, ill or become 
pregnant.   The events depicted in the story are dangerous, 
possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check your local 
laws.)   


3.  Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these 
events to take place in this reality. I have never had any 
interest in real incest but fantasy incest seems different. 
Actually there seems to be a biological aversion to incest.  
Usually people are only attracted to close relatives when they 
have been raised apart. However there are exceptions.



Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because 
the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous 
relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, the 
difference in power between the two maybe so great, that there can 
be no consent.  This is not always the case but laws are made for 
the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made for any 
one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is 
harmed then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public or 
once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business.    

Home Invasion III Sex Scene
By Ho Masubi
      
      Jill's father said "I hope you aren't going to be jealous." 
"We are just going to have to trust each other when it comes to 
sex because we are both going to have use sex to survive." "You 
are right. It's not like we can get divorced.  "Daddy hopefully 
everything will calm down and we can become monogamous but until 
then if you need a sex and you can get it go for it." "Yes but 
what are you going to be doing when I am out screwing Odette 
Bonheur?" Jill smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I 
am going to seduce a prince." 
      
Jill peeked into the drawing room and saw Monsieur Charles. She 
entered and sat down on the other side of the room. A new guest 
said, "I remember seeing you in the 'Rapper Jeans ads'?"  Well I 
suppose so.  I only found out about the furor last week." "You 
must be very proud?" "I already created a similar sensation about 
two years ago.  They say Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand 
ships well my butt sold a million jeans." "Your butt, what do you 
mean?" "Stratus Jean launched an ad campaign for jeans with just 
me in the picture wearing the jeans. You could see my face and my 
body but the picture focused on my behind. At the top of the 
picture a suggestive text which read, 'Everyone Wants My.' The 
next page had one word 'Jeans.' The sales increased after the ad 
but to boost interest even further the company planted stories 
calling the ads child pornography.

      The so called scandal caused the ad to be run on the news and 
on talk shows which reached new market segments. When the 
controversy spread outside of the country they decided to 
introduce the jeans into Asia and Australia and the publicity made 
the jeans a top seller. 

      The President of the company said he knew nothing about the 
ads because he was out of the country.  In reality he planned the 
photo shoot and approved every picture. He was very hands on, if 
you know what I mean." Odette asked, "Don't tell me he was 
grabbing your butt?" "The poor man got so excited at one time he 
was actually humping me like a dog." "How horrible for you." "It 
only happened a few seconds before the man caught himself and 
stopped. He felt embarrassed and apologized. 
      
      I felt no attraction for him but I felt very flattered." 
Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?" "Not with everyone 
around. He showed no malice only boyish lust." "But he broke the 
rules." "Of course but that's why I felt so flattered.  Parker 
Marketing guaranteed my ads sold over a million extra jeans world 
wide. The record still stands and people in the business say no 
one will break it. But what means more to me is people all over 
the world find me attractive." 

      Odette said, "My God Jill you are a breath of fresh air. I 
wonder what you feel about the enmity between our country and 
yours.  Don't you feel the Americans are being unfair."  "Enmity I 
know of no enmity between our countries, only a lover's quarrel 
and no one is fair in a lovers quarrel." 

      "A lovers' quarrel?" "France and America are two sides of the 
same coin. The French feel the Americans are arrogant and the 
Americans feel the French are arrogant. Actually they both 
recognize their own greatness." So you feel the French are a great 
people?" "The French painted pictures 1000s of years before other 
people knew the meaning of the word." Sarah Vestri said, "What do 
you mean?" and Prudence answered, "She means the caves around 
here: The famous cave paintings." 

      Jill continued, "Critics said the paintings were too 
sophisticated to be painted by cavemen but they were 'French 
Caveman' for God sake of course they were sophisticated." Prudence 
said, "The thought of a French caveman seems quite amusing." "In 
any case the Americans accuse the French of being artists and the 
French accuse the Americans of being cowboys. If the truth be told 
cowboys admire artists and artists often wish they were cowboys."

      Odette seemed agitated, "But Jill, Americans accuse the 
French of cowardice." "Well that's a lie the French are the best 
fighters but France or should I say the French need a king." 
"Don't tell me you're a monarchist." "Not for America but the 
French need a king in peace and especially in war. With a strong 
leader they can conquer anyone. After all Napoleon conquered all 
of Europe." "What about Russia?" "That's why they need a Frenchmen 
to lead them. The French know clothes, but Napoleon being 
Corsican, didn't know the importance of hiring a good tailor." 
"Tailor? You think his soldier suffered defeat because of their 
uniforms?" "All history comes down to fashion.  The buttons on the 
French soldiers' uniforms were made of tin. In a beautiful warm 
place like Bordeaux tin makes a great button but in the freezing 
Russian winter the buttons crumbled and the soldiers coats opened 
up and they froze. They couldn't even keep their pants up. It's an 
amusing picture even if it is tragic, the greatest soldiers in the 
world, running into battle, with their pants dropping around their 
knees. 

      What a tragedy if the French ruled Europe much suffering 
could have been avoided. No ruler surpassed Charlemagne. The 
French are natural leaders but without a king they can do nothing. 

      Then there is Joan of Arc because of fashion, she made short 
shrift of the English." Monsieur Charles's voice rang out, "You 
would make a great Joan of Arc. You are even her age." "Sorry 
monsieur but I couldn't bear to be her. Her story is much too 
tragic." Monsieur Charles said, "But what of her great victories 
for France?" "At what cost, her biography clearly states she cut 
her hair short and round in the fashion of young men of the time.' 
In the Middle Ages mirrors were rare so the poor woman simply had 
no idea what she did to herself. The French soldiers would face 
death at the hands of the English then have to look at Joan. 


      Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her and put her 
on trial and forced her to say she was a witch. Then they cruelly 
executed her anyway breaking their agreement. " "Few people 
understand the truth. The English kept their agreement. She wanted 
to be burned at the stake it was an act of mercy. What was cruel, 
was during her trial, the English made her look in a mirror. Once 
she realized how terrible she looked, she did the only thing she 
could and agreed to do anything the English wanted in exchanged 
for being burned at the stake." 

      Jill let the conversation move on.  She stood and walked 
towed the doors to the garden.   On the way out she looked at 
Charles and trapped his eyes with hers. Jill sat down on a stone 
wall facing the house waiting. Soon Monsieur Charles walked up to 
her and gave a bow. 

      Jill jumped up and stood before him. He extended his hand and 
said "Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of Aquitaine, at your 
service." Jill took his hand and curtsied at the same time. "Jill 
Davenport and I feel honored to meet you." "My dear I fear I 
inadvertently offended you. I avoided you but it's hard for me to 
say why." "I know why.  You want to fuck me." 

      Monsieur Charles bowed his head. Jill said "You know I feel 
flattered." "You mean you directed your remarks at me." "Yes but 
they're true none the less. I need to talk to you." "But how could 
you tell my feelings." "I could see them written all over you." 
Monsieur Charles looked even more embarrassed. "As a model I 
notice such things but I doubt anyone else saw a thing." 

      "I fear even kissing your hand might cause me to lose 
control. You and your father are honored guests of the Guermantes. 
They told me of your committed relationship with your father and I 
respect that and you." "We are monsieur but these are desperate 
times for us and I need your friendship."  "You have it of course, 
my dear."  

      Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty." 'Please call me 
Charles or duc." "Alright let's sit down so we can talk." They 
walked into the herb garden and sat on a bench. Charles said, "And 
what is this proposal of which you speak?"  "I am talking about a 
special friendship and to secure that friendship I propose to 
offer you a special experience." "You must mean a sexual 
experience." "You're correct Monsieur." The duc smiled and said, 
"This isn't necessary. We are already friends."  "I need to 
impress you before we discuss an alliance. Just follow the 
instructions in the note and save your questions for after. I must 
leave before you press me further." 

    The duke, Charles-Philippe d'Orléans; pretender to the throne 
of France, called the duc by his friends, brought his horse to a 
halt. The forest trail disappeared under a solid wall of brush. 
The narrow path through the forest left little room to turn 
around. 

      He took out Jill's note admiring the beautiful script and the 
hand drawn map which was both a work of art and perfectly 
accurate. He compared Jill's map with the map on the screen of his 
blackberry. The special government issued GPS in the Blackberry 
showed his position within inches. He realized both maps agreed 
and the way lay forward into the wall of brush. 

      The duc feared riding into solid brush but he feared missing 
his first sexual experience with Jill even more. He often 
fantasized about American girls but after meeting the 14-year old 
model he realized this girl surpassed all his dreams. She looked 
like a golden, blue-eyed Heidi Klum. Yet her ability to change her 
look made her appear to be a different person every time they met. 
She said she wanted to impress him but he wondered how he could 
possibly be more impressed. 
     .
      The duc drove the horse toward the wall as an act of faith. A 
hidden trip open the brush wall like a door and the duc rode into 
a hidden meadow filled with wild flowers. 
     .

     The duc rode to an enormous tree which sat on top of a steep 
hill in the middle of the meadow. He laid a blanket under the 
spreading Chestnut tree and took out a picnic basket. Then he 
unsaddled the horse and let him graze at the bottom of the hill. 
He couldn't help thinking the beauty of the trees and flowers made 
the trip worthwhile no matter what happened. 
     .

     He looked across the meadow. At times he caught a glimpse of 
something white out of the corner of his eye but it disappeared 
when he tried to look at it. He felt like a lottery winner, still 
a little worried waiting to hear the official announcement. A 
straw-hat with ribbons fell at his feet.  He picked up the hat 
looking for its origin but saw nothing. 
     


     She catapulted up over the crest of the hill in full charge 
her arms and legs pumping furiously, her white frilly dress 
pressing against her breasts with her blond long hair streaming 
behind. She looked up and for a moment all the duc could see were 
her blue eyes widening in shock. He prepared for the collision 
planning to protect this perfect golden girl who clutched a 
bedraggled bouquet of wild flowers in her left hand. 

       He raised his arms to catch her and turned his head when 
both her legs thrust forward and she bounced off the ground spun 
completely around, slid and stumbled toward him. He reached out 
but she hovered above him both arms windmilling; her blue eyes 
wider then before, she righted herself and said, "Oh monsieur." 


     Enchanted the duc forgot about Jill. Her features matched 
Jill's but she seemed so different and besides this girl must have 
been around 10 years old. The girl frowned and mumbled under her 
breath something about curtsy. She reached for her skirt pointed 
one foot behind her and pitched forward stumbled and righted 
herself. She looked up narrowed her eyes, clenched her teeth, 
grabbed her skirt and twitched a curtsy. She gave a sigh of relief 
and her face took on a look of concern. "I apologize for my 
clumsiness I am most wretched."  
The duc noted the girl spoke French from this part of France but 
from a time long ago. Yet her speech seemed perfectly natural. 
.

     He handed her the hat.  "Thank you monsieur I have imposed on 
you most dreadfully. I keep losing my hat.  My sisters tell me I 
am clumsy and dim-witted and I fear they're right." The poor thing 
seemed so exhausted from her chase he asked her to sit down. "My 
dear please join me, you need to catch your breath."  
"I am out of breath monsieur but not from the running. I like 
running.  Not after hats you understand. No my breathlessness 
comes from the fear that I might have run into you and touched 
someone so far above me." "My dear your touch would be most 
welcome.  Please sit down and have a glass of wine."

     She squatted down in front of him fell backwards and her legs 
shot up in the air. The duc could see her petticoat and long white 
stockings held up with lace garters.  Then he saw her smooth 
golden pussy.
	
     The girl turned over violently and covered herself up. She 
sat up and promptly began to cry. "What's wrong?"  Between tears 
she said, "I am crying because I have offended you by exposing a 
certain part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to any 
man, much less to an august person like yourself." "Nonsense I 
like looking at your pussy."  "You do?" said the blushing girl 
between sobs."  "Of course I do. Like the rest of you it's very 
beautiful." "But that can not be so. Girls are the most wretched 
of creatures and I am the most wretched of girls." "Why do you say 
that? Your beauty dazzles my eyes."  "My sisters say I am plain 
but I fear I'm ugly." 

"My dear you are far more beautiful then any of the flowers in 
your bouquet." 
"May I give them to you sir for your kindness?" "Oh no my dear it 
is I who should be bringing flowers to you. She said, "Please take 
them their beauty shames me." What would you say if I kissed these 
flowers?"  "You are a noble man and beautiful flowers deserve your 
kisses. No one could bear to kiss someone as ugly as me."  And the 
girl burst into tears. He kissed her on the cheek and when he 
started to kiss her neck she began to laugh. She bent to block his 
onslaught but he burrowed into her and by this point the girl was 
quite out of control with laughter. 

     
After the duc came up for air, she smiled and said, "Your kisses 
drove all my silly tears away."  "Good from now on you must 
resolve not to call yourself wretched or ugly." "But why, monsieur 
I'm an inferior creature?" "Who told you such a silly thing?"  "My 
sisters told me and I think it's true. I believe that I am 
shameful and wretched." "You are a lovely girl why do you believe 
what they say?" "Men seem totally wonderful to me. When I see men 
like you my only desire is to be in their company and please 
them."  "My dear, that's because you have a kind and loving heart 
not because you are wretched." "It can not be so." She stopped and 
thought and then she smiled. "But a man like you knows 
everything." She stopped and thought again. "Now that I think 
about it, I realize that I was quite blind.  Perhaps even a girl 
like me can offer something of value. You are so wise my only wish 
is for you to instruct me in all things." 


     "First let me get you a glass of wine." He turned, looking 
for the wine bottle and felt such a gentle kiss on his cheek he 
wondered if it were real, He turned back carefully and saw the 
girl looking down at her lap picking at the fabric of her dress. 
"Did you kiss me?" "I acted brazenly but your beauty so 
overwhelmed me I forgot myself." 
.

     The duc lifted her chin and looked her in the eye and said, 
"As your teacher I demand you satisfy yourself in this matter," 
"How so monsieur?" "You must kiss me whenever and wherever you 
like and as many times as you like." She jumped up, slammed into 
him, and wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly he almost 
choked. She kissed him hard on the cheek several times. Then she 
turned and framed his mouth with her hands and gave him two 
lingering lip kisses. The kisses stunned him. Before he knew it 
she kissed his ear and ran her tongue inside. The duc felt pure 
ecstasy, his skin turned to gooseflesh and he felt dizzy and 
aroused.      .

     When his mind cleared he saw the girl sitting her eyes cast 
down and her cheeks burning. "Are you quite satisfied my dear," 
"For now monsieur." "All right, be still because if you kiss me 
while I pour our wine I may feel dizzy and spill it.  I wish you 
to be refreshed because I plan to take you on an arduous journey: 
one you will nonetheless be grateful for. 
     

     He handed the stemmed wine glass to the girl. Ignoring the 
stem she wrapped her hands around the top of the glass and drank. 
"My dear you must not drink from a glass the way you drink from a 
cup." "But monsieur I never drank from a glass before. All we have 
in our house are earthenware cups. Have I displeased you?" "Not at 
all, I am your teacher and instructing you is my pleasure." He 
said, "Watch me." He picked up his glass and showed her how to 
hold it and drank. 
     	
     She picked up the glass with such grace that he could not 
help staring. When she drank he realized her lips were actually 
ruby red.   The movement of her lips as she drank left him 
mesmerized. He forgot himself and watched her beautiful lips as 
she drank. Even after she finished he kept thinking of her beauty 
and imagining what her lips could to. 

     She looked up and said, "Monsieur you hardly touched your 
wine." The duc stopped staring and took a drink. She said "You 
wine tastes wonderful. I feel grateful for your lessons but an 
ignorant girl like me must bore you." "Nonsense, I never felt so 
happy." He kissed her hand and said, "Another glass perhaps?" "No 
monsieur, the wine made me feel wonderfully giddy. But now I long 
for you to teach me something I might do to please you, if such a 
thing is possible." The duc smiled and said, "May I instruct you 
in the art of love?" "Monsieur is too kind. As you taught me I 
love men I desire your instruction in this matter." 
     
     
     "First I need to know about any previous instruction." 
"Surely you can tell by my clumsy manner and shyness I have never 
been alone with a man before, except my Pop Pa of course." "But 
young men live nearby do they not?" "Alas my small village only 
contains girls and old men." 
. 


     "Come lie with me."  They lay down facing each other.  He 
said, "Open your mouth." The girl complied and the duc gently 
inserted his tongue.   Soon he was kissing her in earnest. After 
several kisses the duc kissed her deeply. He broke the kiss and 
started kissing the girl's face. "Your tongue feels wonderful in 
my mouth.   You honor me by putting an organ of yours in my body." 
"The honor is all mine." 
.

     After several deep kisses the duc said, "My dear child, I 
love you."  "Kind sir, I cannot help feeling your glorious kisses 
are but a prelude to something more?" "My dear, I wish you to grow 
used to my being in you, because I plan to fuck you." "Momma says 
no word can approach the filth contained in the word fuck.  And if 
the word is dirty then the act must be more so." "I fear you 
mother spoke the truth. But I remain steadfast in my intent to 
fuck you.  
     .

     Do you expect to feel shame as a result of our fucking?" "No 
monsieur I feel honored you chose me to sin with you. Our 
conspiracy creates a secret world that only we can enter and binds 
us together for all-time. If we ever see each other again we will 
smile at our secret."  "My precious child you're willingness to 
sin with me exceeds the honor of my being chosen the secret head 
of Homeland Security for France." 
     .


     The girl said "If you wish to fuck me then I desire it also. 
Unfortunately I fear my ignorance will lead to your 
disappointment. How might I aid you in this endeavor?"   The duc 
stood up and exposed his erect penis. She knelt before him her 
eyes locked on his member. Still staring she reached for it and 
pulled back. "What is wrong?" "I need permission to touch 
something so beautiful." "But my dear, remember I charged you to 
kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many times as you 
like?" 

       The girl wrapped both hands around his penis and kissed its 
head. She moved his penis allowing her eyes to travel over every 
inch. The duc saw growing delight in her eyes. She said, "Its 
beauty so overwhelms me that knowing its purpose makes it more 
attractive. I cannot resist." She ran her tongue over his member 
repeating the journey of her eyes. She pushed it into her mouth 
allowing it to slide down her throat. She repeated the process 
several times. Then she wrapped her tongue around his manhood and 
sucked it like a nipple. Finally she removed her mouth gasping for 
air and said, "My greed has left me breathless." 
.

     The duc stepped back and sat down behind the girl and 
unbuttoned her dress.  Then the girl pulled the dress over her 
head and the duc said to her, "Take off your petty coat but leave 
on your stockings and shoes."
     .	

     He removed all of his clothes as the girl stripped at his 
command. His eyes drank over her nude form and then he started to 
go down on her. On the way he noticed her breasts and started 
licking her nipples. He took one her breasts completely into his 
mouth and gave it a deep sucking while he fondled the other.  
Then the girl said, "Sir, my other breast calls for your 
attention." The duc complied by deeply sucking her other breast. 
.

     Soon he could hold back no longer and pushed his tongue up 
her virginal organ.  He could feel that she was wet, very wet. The 
duc lapped up her juices and they tasted musky and sweet at the 
same time.  He had never tasted anything as wonderful as this 
girl's pussy. Her juices tasted like wine and made him feel 
intoxicated.  
     .

     Then he found her clit and licked it and felt her become more 
aroused. She started stroking his hair and raising her pelvis off 
the blanket. He held on to her as her hips slowly rose and fell 
and he gently licked her pussy lost in the bliss of serving her. 
The duc felt her slow growing excitement. She pulled her knees to 
her chest, started moaning and grinding herself against him. The 
duc pushed his finger inside, rubbed the base of her pussy, licked 
her clit and she exploded with excitement. Coming she writhed 
around on the blanket, "Aaaaa ooooah ouooooaaaah. My God in 
heaven; Oh, Oh, Oh" The girl kept coming and the duc kept doing 
everything he could to prolong her pleasure. Her cries gradually 
turn to moans and then she lay panting as the duc planted gentle 
kisses on her vagina. 
     .

     He stroked the side of her face, kissed her lips and held his 
cheek against hers. She said, "What happened?" The duc pulled back 
so he could see her face. He said, "You came in my mouth, my 
dear." The girl raised her head and said, "I am sorry I lost 
control." The duc kissed her lips and said, "Your coming in my 
mouth was something I most desired." "But isn't coming in your 
mouth like going the bathroom in your mouth?" "Yes, my child I 
fear it is." "How is it possible to desire such a thing?" "Your 
beauty makes me proud that the pleasure that I gave you was so 
intense, you were driven beyond all reason.  Moreover I so worship 
you that I crave nothing more then to debase myself before you. 
You are so wonderful that I would be proud if you actually went 
the bathroom in my mouth." The girl looked confused and then 
smiled a smile that could only be described as beatific. "Oh 
monsieur please allow me to serve you, as you have served me, I 
long to debase myself also."
.



     The duc started rubbing his penis up and down against her 
pussy and the girl pulled herself open easing his entry. He lined 
his penis up against her hole and pushed forward entering her. She 
let out a little cry and said, "Oh my god you're in me." He pushed 
his penis in and out slowly making progress. He felt such love 
that he would have gladly died for her. The duc was in bliss but 
was inpatient to gain full access but his concern made him hold 
back.
     .

 	"I cannot stand my pussy's resistance to you. Please let me 
get on top." They rolled over keeping her impaled. She held the 
duc's hands to steady herself and lifted until only the head of 
his penis remained. Then with reckless abandon, she slammed 
halfway home. The girl clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and 
squeezed the duc's hands so hard they hurt. His pain and the sight 
of her on him made him come but after a few bursts he regained his 
composure. He became aware of her expression and he said, "I never 
wanted to hurt you?" The girl looked him in the eye and said, "My 
pain means nothing compared to your pleasure." As if afraid he 
would stop her she rose up fell on his sword harder then before. 
He heard her sobbing and saw only two inches remained. Then in a 
grave voice the girl said, "If you love me you must rape me and 
rape me with out mercy. Possessed by her words the duc's body took 
control and in one motion they rolled over together and the duc 
thrust home to spite the girl's cries. Completely inside the duc 
stopped and allowed the girl to adjust. He never felt anything so 
wonderful as her pussy shaping itself around his penis. 


       He started grinding himself against her and felt her 
stiffen with pleasure.   When he looked down he saw she forgot her 
tears and her face showed she was consumed with lust. The duc 
increased his pace and slid in and out. He looked down and she 
seemed perfect in his eyes. He kissed her passionately and said, 
"You are wonderful my dear," 
.

     He increased his speed and fucked her faster and faster. He 
could feel the girl's growing excitement.  Then he lost it and 
started fucking her as fast as he could. He overshot his mark and 
was too excited to come. He lay exhausted and then he took his 
well lubricated penis out of her and rubbed her clit with his 
penis causing the girl to squirm with pleasure. 
.

     She writhed under him moaning when he entered her. He fucked 
her slowly at first and gently increased the pace concentrating on 
the girl's reaction until their pleasure became one. The duc kept 
focusing on keeping their pleasure at the same level. They were 
both carried away by his fucking. He fucked her faster and faster 
but they remained together in passion.  Then pleasure finally 
broke through and the duc exploded into her. The duc kept pumping 
his come.  The girl started coming and her pussy started throbbing 
which made him come even more. He just came and came again helped 
by the gentle pulsing of her little pussy. 
.

     The duc slid out of her so he could kiss her deeply. After 
and long passionate kiss they rolled over so the girl lay on top 
of him with her head on his chest.  The duc stroked her hair and 
gave her gentle kisses. Then it struck him that the experience was 
going to end eventually and he tightened his hold.  "What's wrong 
monsieur?"  The duc said, "It's just that time passes my dear."  
The girl lifted her head and looked at him. "I was hoping you 
would take me with you. You see I have run away and I have no 
place to go." 
.
     
     The duc's face darkened. "Have you been mistreated?" "Oh no 
monsieur I have decided to see the world." The duc was doubly 
relieved; the girl hadn't been mistreated and he would have more 
time with her. "Nothing would please me more then to have you come 
with me. 

They got dressed and the duc saddled his horse. He swung her up on 
the horse's back and joined her in the saddle. Holding her in 
front they kissed and rode off together.  

He woke in the early evening. He remembered they took a nap 
together. He needed one after the wild sex.  The little girl wore 
him out. Then he realized she left. He wondered if she got lost or 
returned to her village. Then it hit him the little girl never 
existed.  Now he understood why Jill called it an experience 
rather then a rendezvous. Riding the horse helped but after he saw 
the girl he stopped thinking and accepted everything.  Then he 
realized he told her secrets he promised never to reveal to anyone 
even under torture. He got up and looked for her,

Charles-Philippe d'Orléans came down stairs. He thought about what 
he would say to Jill but he had no answer.  As he approached the 
drawing room he could hear people laughing. The Guaranties' always 
had the most sophisticated guests. No one was an innocent here 
especially when it came to sex. They were well educated libertines 
from good families who were at home in any western country.  As 
for jokes this group could be making a pun about Jacques Chirac 
being a puppet called Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an 
absolutely filthy American joke the next.  

The duc stood at the entrance to the drawing room. He could hear 
Jill holding court. She was speaking in both French and English. 
She was seated on a sofa with her back to him. Her hair was 
brushed straight back and she was wearing a red velvet dress. The 
simplicity of her dress should have made it obvious that she was 
14 but instead she seemed to be in her 20s. The Duc of Orleans 
wondered who this girl really was. Was she, the girl in the jeans 
commercials, an American teenager who loved her father, a 
sophisticated woman in her 20s or that precious little girl?  

He thought he would slip in unnoticed but the moment he set foot 
in the room Jill stood up and gave the briefest of curtsies and 
then said, "Our sovereign has arrived." Everyone rose and nodded.  
Normally an act such as this would annoy him but his uncertainty 
made her acknowledgment a relief. 

The duc responded in English. "Jill I am no one's sovereign: 
Rather I am yours to command." "My dear duc I haven't seen you for 
days and I was worried. Come sit next to me and assure me that you 
are safe." 

The duc walked over to her and Jill took the duc's arm and said, 
"We Americans lost our New Orleans to Katrina and I couldn't bear 
it if the original Orleans was lost also. They sat down together 
and Jill said, "Promise me that you will avoid Katrina at all 
costs." Someone said, "But Jill you can't blame Katrina for New 
Orleans it was really the fault of the American people for 
electing your president Bush." "He is not my president.  

Besides it is unfair to blame all Americans for electing Bush it 
was the men who were to blame.  The women opposed him but they 
couldn't get enough men to help. Ask any American woman and she 
will tell you how hard it is to find an American man who is 
willing to lick bush."  There was a pause and the room burst into 
laughter. Jill whispered, "This is a good time to slip away." 

Outside the duc said, "I can't believe what I told you. I didn't 
even think it was you." "Have no fear. I wanted to prove my 
usefulness but I didn't know of your position in the French 
Government. I had no idea that you had such secrets. I wouldn't 
have given you the experience if I knew but once I started I lived 
the part and thought I was that girl." "You mean you thought you 
were her?" "Of course that's how I am so convincing. I guess you 
can see I may be valuable to you." "Yes, I didn't think you could 
impress me any more then you did but now I know."  

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This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance 
where everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes 
pregnant or is raped, assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email 
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