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HOME INVASION


1.  About the story, HOME INVASION

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. 

1.   About the story HOME INVASION.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the 
issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 13 year girl and her father. The 
story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 

2.  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 very 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.

HOME INVASION
By Ho Masubi

It was the last Saturday in June. It had been a gloomy day and the 
storm made me turn on the lights early. Good light was important 
because I was drawing a picture of my plans for the renovation of a
French Chateau for a meeting that I had tomorrow with the owners
of the chateau.  The fact that I was even in the running for this 
project was a great complement because no American architect 
was ever even considered for such a project. Renovating old 
buildings was my passion and completing such a project was my 
life's dream..  I was at home in my working office not the one 
where I meet my clients. It has a scanner and a dedicated computer 
and printer just for CAD and is networked to several computers 
and printers in my office, and in my office in New York. My office 
even has a double bed so I can nap with out leaving my work.  I 
was wearing my green silk robe.  I didn't like to wear anything 
under the robe.  The house was fairly large. It was situated behind 
a brick wall next to the private day school that was attended by my 
12 year old daughter Jill.   Last year we had moved from New York 
City to the suburbs, much to the consternation, of my daughter Jill. 
Jill was angry about the move and didn't like living in the country 
as she called it.


My wife Joan was away negotiating an oil contract.   
She and I met when we were at Yale. I was studying 
architecture and she was getting an MBA. She and 
her roommate Jackie wanted to start a company 
negotiating oil leases after they graduated. Jackie's 
father was in the business and she learned it from 
him. Joan and Jackie had developed new strategies 
for negotiating contracts and they wanted to try 
them in the real world. As luck would have it, my 
family, the Davenports had been in the oil business 
for generations.  Even though I wasn't interested in 
oil I was part of the family and we took care of each 
other.  I knew I had a lot of contacts in the oil 
business but I didn't know how many, I had, until I 
met Joan.  I was amazed how such nice girls could 
make so much money in a tough business. 


It worked both ways they helped me start an 
architecture practice right out of school. Most 
everyone works for a big firm, at first, paying their 
dues before they become a partner or start their own 
firm. I had some great job offers, even before I 
graduated, because I had already won some prizes in 
architecture. My plan was to get a Master Degree, 
from Yale, and start my own practice in New York.  
Working my way up would have been a disaster.  I 
am not a detail person.  That meant that the only job 
I was good at was being the Principle Architect.  
Once I understand who wants the building and what 
they want for, I can see the building in my mind 
almost instantly. My strength lies in having an 
intuition and acting on it.  Then all that needs to be 
done is to fill in the details.  That's where I need help 
from people and computers. My parents had plenty 
of money and they gave me everything that I 
needed to compete with the established firms. Being 
a Davenport also helped bring in the business. The 
Davenport Family is a little like the mafia; family 
loyalty is everything and we take care of each other. 
Still I wouldn't have made it if it weren't for the girls.  
They set up the books. They hired the staff including 
an experienced architect for a lot less money then I 
thought possible. They negotiated several contracts 
that put the company on a firm financial footing even 
before it opened.  It was because of them that I 
made money right away and never had a bad year.  


During the first three years of our marriage, my wife 
traveled the world negotiating oil contracts and was 
rarely home. Then she got pregnant. It wasn't a 
planned pregnancy. Joan was a little upset at first, 
but then she thought the sooner she got having a 
child out of the way the better. She wanted to go 
right back to work as soon as possible, but after Jill 
was born, my wife became so depressed she couldn't 
go back to work. My wife went to a psychiatrist who 
said that she was depressed, because she never 
really bonded with our daughter.  They thought it 
best for my wife to stay home to care for Jill.  Money 
wasn't a problem I was doing very well as an 
architect. Joan didn't lose anything because she still 
owned part of the business and still consulted for 
them part time. Actually, it helped their business to 
have a partner permanently stationed in New York. 
She and Jackie remained very close and Jackie kept 
bugging her to come back and work full time. As for 
me, I really didn't think about it, that much. My 
parents had a traditional marriage and that's what I 
expected.  Joan would take care of the house and 
the children so I wouldn't be distracted from my 
practice.   


My wife improved and she and Jill became closer. It 
seemed for a while that we were going to turn into a 
regular family.  Then when Jill turned five, Joan got 
the idea that Jill should go into modeling. Joan said 
that this was a way for her to get back in business 
and still stay close to Jill. Joan thought that she 
could excel at marketing her daughter because she 
had been a model as a child. After that I rarely saw 
my wife or my daughter except on vacations or when 
my wife would help plan an occasional party for my 
clients.  Jill was a perfect daughter, she was beautiful 
and excelled at everything that she did.  Like 
everything else, Jill was a success at modeling. It 
wasn't that she was merely successful she became a 
top model. People said that Jill had what it took to be 
a supermodel. She was a classic with her long 
natural blond hair, big blue eyes and golden skin. 
She looked like my wife in a way, but more like an 
idealized version of her. My wife had a great face and 
long legs.  Jill had a perfect face and legs that went 
on forever. Jill was a real beauty. 


I thought that everything was going well when Jill 
was offered a big modeling contract.  Instead my 
wife said that Jill had gone Hollywood and she 
wanted her to quit the business. Joan said we should 
move to the suburbs so Jill could get away from 
modeling. Jill was very upset and asked for my help.   
She said that she had worked hard for that contract.  
I told her that I didn't want to hear it. I said that her 
mother knew what was best for her and children 
were her mother's department, not mine.  She cried 
a lot for the next couple of days. She even 
disappeared sometimes during the day. I was 
worried and wanted to look for her, but my wife said 
that Jill was just working things out and after we 
moved she would forget all about modeling. 


I got us a beautiful place next to a private day 
school. It was an authentic Georgian Mansion built in 
1835. I refurbished it for a friend as a favor. Actually 
it was a favor to me because this was the kind of 
project that I loved.  I had it restored back to the 
way it was originally. I mean it was perfectly 
authentic on the outside but on the inside it was 
completely modern. As luck would have it, it made 
the cover of Architectural Digest and I ended up 
winning an AIA award. When my friend found out, 
we were looking for a place in the suburbs he sold it 
to me. Jill hated it and everything else. She hated 
the school and the kids, who she called hicks. My 
wife said Jill was just too full of herself and she was 
right to make her stop modeling. She also said that 
it was time for Jill to grow up and stop being a baby.  
Joan got her old job back and was away most of the 
time on business trips. Her traveling around wasn't a 
problem because I had been working from home for 
the past two or three years.  I had already a hired a 
great team to run the firm so I could spend all my 
time designing.  With a computer I could work better 
from home with fewer distractions. Jill was no 
trouble: she was old enough to take care of herself.  
Actually I was happier with my wife being away. Joan 
gradually lost interest in sex after Jill got involved in 
modeling.  It seemed we never had the time. Joan 
may have wanted to return to business but it didn't 
seem to make her happy.  Ever since she had Jill quit 
modeling my wife stopped acting like a nice person.  
I hoped that she would get over it with time.   


So there I was immersed in my work, behind closed 
doors as usual. I figured that Jill was in the house 
somewhere.  I usually didn't keep that close track of 
her.  I knew Jill would tell me if she left the house or 
had a friend over.  Jill didn't seem to have many 
friends over after she moved.  She didn't seem to 
have any friends at all. I wasn't sure where she was, 
when I heard a noise in the hall. I wasn't expecting 
anyone and I didn't think that Jill would have 
someone come over now, as it was dark and raining. 
We lived in a safe neighborhood and we didn't lock 
our doors. Our only burglar alarm was our gravel 
driveway. I got up to see who it was. When I walked 
into the hall and I ended up looking down the barrel 
of the biggest shot gun that I had ever seen.   Not 
that I own any guns.  The guy was big; bigger then 
me. I'm 6 feet and he was 6" 3'and over 300 lbs. I 
am an architect so I can tell how high something is 
by looking at it.   He looked like he was 18, but it 
was hard to tell because he was wearing a black ski 
mask.  I immediately called him "Shotgun" in my 
mind. He gestured for me to turn around and yanked 
my robe off from behind.  I was afraid that this was 
going to turn out like something from deliverance 
and was relieved when he told me to sit back down.  
Then I wondered if he would find Jill.


The answer came quickly. I heard Jill struggling in 
the hall. She was crying and pleading not to be 
raped. Then a guy with a red ski mask and a Dirty 
Harry gun dragged Jill into the room. I thought of 
him as "Dirty Harry."  Dirty Harry was taller then 
Shot Gun he was 6"6' and 290 lbs.  He had about 
200 lbs on Jill, who was tall for her age, but only 
weighed 90 lbs. He picked her up and threw her on 
the bed.  She had no clothes on.  Her big blue eyes 
were wide as saucers.  She was certainly very 
beautiful.  Her breasts had just started to grow. They 
would have just filled an A cup and they were as 
perfectly shaped as the rest of her.   She had no hair 
on her body. Even her pussy was totally hairless.  


Jill was terrified and looked back and forth between 
Dirty Harry and me as she begged Dirty Harry not to 
rape her. Dirty Harry said to Jill.  "It looks like you 
would rather fuck your dad then me. With your 
looks, I am sure her screws you every day." I tried to 
get up but Shot Gun shoved me back down and said, 
"No, he's too gay to fuck her. He's too gay to fuck 
anyone." He put the shot gun to my head and I 
didn't say anything. Dirty Harry said, "Oh he screws 
her alright.  He does it all the time, doesn't he?" Jill 
said that she would rather die then have anyone 
watch her dad fucking her. Then Dirty Harry grabbed 
the back of Jill's head held the revolver right in front 
of her face, "So you want to die, bitch?" Jill pleaded 
with her eyes. Then he shoved the gun into Jill's 
mouth.  He said "Do you want to die bitch?" Then he 
moved the gun back and forth so Jill was shaking her 
head no. "See that's better. You're a good little 
whore aren't you?" Then guided by the gun Jill 
nodded yes. And you really like fucking your dad 
don't you?" Her eyes said no but he made her nod 
yes. "My friend thinks that your dad it too gay to 
fuck you, but I bet you love it. I bet you want 
everyone to know that he is screwing you. So I am 
going to grant your wish. We are going to make him 
fuck you. If you have been lying to me about 
wanting to fuck him then you are both dead. Not 
pleasantly either.  We can torture you first and then 
shoot you.  Do you understand?" Jill nodded yes 
again. Then he pulled the gun out of her mouth. 
Shot Gun picked me up from behind and threw me 
on the bed. "I said I am not going to rape my own 
daughter!" Shot gun said, "We just smoked some 
crack and you know what crack heads are like. What 
you do you think that we do to people when we don't 
get our way? I don't think you can fit into her but 
you better try damn hard." Dirty Harry said, "My 
sister said, that my father used fuck her all the time 
but I never got to see it because he died."  Shot Gun 
disagreed, "Your sister was lying.  I don't think it's 
possible for a man this big to fit in a girl that small. 
We have a bet I say you can't fit and my friend here 
says you can.  We both want to see you do it and if 
that doesn't happen we will see what it feels like to 
kill a rich homo and his little daughter."      


Jill begged me, "Please dad, I don't want to die. 
Please do it, so they won't kill us." I told the thugs 
that my penis was too soft. Dirty Harry said "You are 
gay! Eat her out, asshole unless you want the both 
of you to die." Well I went down on her I had to.  
Just as my face approached her pussy I could smell 
just a hint of musk and rose petals.  I have never 
gotten such a good look at a pussy in my life.  The 
women I had all had pubic hair. Jill's pussy was just 
beautiful.  I couldn't help thinking that it had been 
over 5 years since I had a taste.  I pushed my 
tongue against her slut hole to see what I was up 
against.  She was dry very dry. I slid my tongue up 
and down along her slit. I could feel an immediate 
response.  Then I turned my head sideways to line 
up my tongue with her pussy.  When I tried to push 
my tongue inside of her she was still too dry for it to 
penetrate her. So I pulled back and started spitting 
on her pussy.  I really I poured on the saliva.  One of 
the thugs said "see he is spitting on her."  "Even her 
dad has contempt for her." "Go ahead rape the bitch.  
Fuck her up. Fuck the bitch up. Go ahead beat the 
shit out while you are at it" 


At that point I didn't care what they said. If I had to 
rape my own daughter, I was determined to give Jill 
as much pleasure and love as possible even if it 
killed me. I started back on her pussy with my 
tongue. I pushed my wetness into her.  I kept 
shifting my tongue to stimulate just the right spot 
and her pussy opened right up. I felt that I wasn't a 
good lover because I could never please my wife. My 
only excuse was her lack of passion. I felt that this 
was my last chance to please anyone and I wasn't 
going to waste it. Beside this was the first time I 
ever had sex with a world class beauty, even if she 
was my daughter. I knew that if I didn't do a good 
job Jill and I would be killed. After this I figured that 
they would either kill us or I would be going to 
prison for the rest of my life.  If this was going to me 
my last chance at sex I was determined not to fail.  I 
covered her pussy with kisses. I knew she was afraid 
and this was something she didn't want. I did it to 
save our lives but once I touched her pussy having 
sex with her was the most important thing in the 
world.  I held each ass check in my hands. Even 
grabbing her ass was an erotic experience.   Her 
cheeks felt like silk and her flesh felt like heaven.  
Her skin felt so wonderful I knew that I had to take 
her no matter what.  I thought that some day I 
would like to spend a day making love to her butt 
but now I had to save our lives. I started licking her 
little hole in earnest.   Once her pussy was opened 
up I moved up to her vulva.  I was in ecstasy 
exploring my daughter's petals. 


Then I found her clit and licked it with my tongue.  
She stiffened at first and I thought I hurt her but I 
kept licking because I felt that I had to.  Jill started 
stroking my hair and slowly raising her pelvis off the 
bed.  I felt like I was in a trance. I held on to her 
while Jill's hips slowly rose and fell, as I gently licked 
her pussy. Then I pulled away from her. I grabbed 
her snatch and put my finger in her pussy while I 
rubbed her rubbed my palm against her vulva. Jill 
was writhing around like a bitch in heat.  Then I 
started fingering the bottom of her pussy and Jill 
closed her eyes and started to breath heavily. I 
never felt as powerful as I did then.  She was a world 
class beauty completely under my control. 


I could feel that I was making her wet very wet and I 
just had to taste her.  I pushed my tongue inside and 
lapped up her juices. I never tasted anything as 
wonderful as this little girl's pussy. It tasted musky 
and sweet all that the same time.  Her juices tasted 
like wine and made me feel intoxicated.  It was pure 
bliss to explore her hole with my tongue I could feel 
her hymen and I knew that I would be the first to 
have her. After she quieted down a little, I ran my 
tongue in one motion from the bottom of her vulva 
to the top.  Each time I passed her clit I would circle 
around it to give it special attention.  I loved 
exploring her perfect pussy. It seemed more 
beautiful then anything.  Soon I felt that she wanted 
me to tongue fuck her again.  I totally forgot what 
was happening and all I could feel was bliss. I kept 
going back between licking her petals and exploring 
her hole with my tongue.  It was pure heaven but 
then a rap on my head woke me up.  


"Ok, fuck the bitch, fagot, she's ready."  I never felt 
so hard in my life.  I slid up to mount her. Looking 
down at the beautiful face I could tell she was 
frightened. I didn't want to hurt her, but at the same 
time I so filled with passion the only thing that really 
mattered was my desire to enter her. As I started to 
mount her she bent her knees and spread them for 
me. She was acting on instinct and so was I.  It was 
like we were every male and female who ever 
mated. I slowly pushed my cock past her public bone 
and was inside.  She was smiling but there were 
tears in her eyes.  I gently started pumping her with 
tiny strokes that pushed me up against her cherry.  
Then I looked in her blue eyes and fell into her.  Jill 
never said a word or made a sound, but she threw 
her arms around me and squeezed me so tight that 
it felt like she broke one of my ribs.  I was afraid that 
I really hurt her. I pushed myself up and looked look 
down on my conquest.  I stopped moving so her 
pussy could stretch. I could feel her cunt wrapping 
itself around my cock.  I felt proud that I was the 
first one to have such a beautiful girl.  Then we were 
the same person for an instant.



In a little bit I got a poked in my ass again. Ok, fuck 
her; fuck the shit out of her.  No one had to tell me 
twice. I started fucking her but not to hurt her. I 
wanted to show her love no matter what I was being 
forced to do. The whole time I was doing it I was 
thinking the words I love you I love you and I tried 
to radiate my love into to her.  I rolled us over a little 
so we were partially on our side and I cradled her in 
my arms and rocked her back and forth while I 
moved inside of her. I buried my face into her hair 
and then started giving her little kisses in the top of 
her head and temples.  Then overcome with passion 
I
started to really fuck her. This was my one and only 
chance to be a man, a real man, a world class lover. 
So I rolled over on top of her and I plowed my penis 
along the bottom of her pussy.  I could feel her 
react. I seemed to be able to know just what to do 
intuitively. I learned that when I was having sex to 
play close attention to my partner and keep doing 
different things to make her excited and when 
something worked I would keep doing it until she 
started to calm down.  Then I would try something 
else until I found something that worked.  In this 
case I seemed to be able to anticipate what Jill's 
reaction would be.  So I was able to do the right 
thing the first time and anticipate when it was time 
to change.  Moreover I did a lot of things with my 
penis that I never tried before.  It was great to see 
how each stroke gave her pleasure. I had never felt 
so much pleasure or so much like a man as I did 
then. Then I felt that it was time to be gentle again. 
So I pushed myself all the way inside of her and 
ground her vulva with my pelvis.  I found, if I did it 
right I could catch her clitoris which would make her 
stiffen with pleasure. I moved my hands across her 
skin caressing her. I started kissing her hair and her 
forehead and moved down kissing her face and her 
cheeks. Then I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and 
I entered her month licking her little tongue.  Then I 
went back to cuddling her as I gently moved back 
and forth inside of her.

Jill said "There're gone. There're gone." I slowed up 
a little but I didn't get off of her I couldn't. It was at 
that moment I decided to break every rule I believed 
in. I was going to finish the job no matter what 
punishment that man or God had waiting for me. I 
started to increase to the rhythm. Jill hit me again 
and again and said "Stop, stop, they're gone."  I just 
couldn't stop.  I told her, "I can't control myself. I 
can't stop. You're the sexiest woman in the world. 
Being in you is the greatest experience of my life. 
You are Aphrodite, my Moon Queen, a goddess, the 
love of my life.  I am sorry but I can't stop. I can't 
stop, my Moon Queen. I will go to hell for this but it's 
worth it. I'm sorry I am so sorry. I don't remember 
exactly what I said after that but Jill stopped hitting 
me. Instead she wrapped her arms and legs around 
me and held me to her. 


I lost control and my body took over and acted on 
instinct. I was banging her as hard as I could but I 
neither knew nor cared if she was enjoying it or not.  
I started feeling angry that she was so beautiful and 
I wanted her so much. I knew at this moment that 
this bitch was mine and I was going to use her for 
my pleasure. She belonged to me.  I went crazy and 
fucked the hell out of her. I would get tired and slow 
up and then I would go crazy again. I didn't care I 
was in heaven.  The pressure was building up but the 
something was holding me back, I thought it was the 
taboo about coming in my own daughter.  Then I 
realized I hadn't satisfied her. I used her to satisfy 
me but now the only thing that mattered was to 
bring her the pleasure that she had given me. I 
started doing things with my cock that that had 
worked earlier but I did everything faster and harder. 
I knew that if I kept this up everything would take 
care of itself.  After while I thought I was going to 
have a heart attack, but were no choices I was under 
her control.  


It was incredible I thought I could die no better 
death then to die giving pleasure to this perfect 
child.   Then when I heard her moaning and felt her 
pussy pulsing, contracting and relaxing, against me 
everything changed, I relaxed and just became one 
with the moment.  I didn't care abut coming.  I knew 
that that would take care of it self. I just fucked her 
with out worrying what would happen. Pressure was 
building up higher and higher but that wasn't 
important, the only thing there was, was the act of 
fucking.  At first I noticed that Jill became very still. 
It was like she knew what was going to happen. I 
knew that she was completely mine and was totally 
concentrating on me and I realized only afterward 
that I was coming.  The pleasure finally broke 
through. My come felt like a river of pleasure 
shooting through my cock.  I was a perfect pump. I 
was fucking her and pumping my jetizum into her at 
the same time. Then it wasn't about my cock 
anymore I felt ecstasy all over my body.  I forget 
what I was doing and just rode the wave of pleasure 
upward until I just exploded with pleasure. I didn't 
even know where I was for a while but I was in 
ecstasy. Then I became conscious of coming again 
and again into my daughter. I shot so much I could 
actually feel the come leaking out of her. I was proud 
that I filled her with my come.  Then I came to my 
senses and rolled off of her. Jill got up and ran out of 
the room sobbing.  I knew I should call the police but 
I had such a feeling of release that I drifted off to 
asleep.  The last thing I heard was the shower 
running.


The next morning I was awakened to the sound of 
thunder and a tree falling. I put on my robe and ran 
downstairs.  There was a full force thunder and 
lighting storm going on the rain was coming down in 
sheets. It was a Nor'easter with gale force winds. We 
don't usually get storms like in June. The big tree in 
the backyard was rotten and when it was hit by the 
lighting it exploded.  It nearly fell through the roof.  I 
should have removed the tree a long time ago. I 
made some coffee and went in to the dinning area.  I 
was there drinking coffee and looking out the window 
at backyard wondering if the storm was going to hurt 
the house. The storm reminded me that I never took 
care of the grounds the way I should.  I was used to 
living in the city and having other people do things 
for me. As I looked out at the devastation wrought 
by the storm on the woods behind our backyard, I 
realized that my life was ruined. I didn't know what 
to do. I felt so guilty. I was afraid that if I called the 
police Jill might be embarrassed. I never thought I 
would rape my own daughter. I loved Jill and if she 
wanted I would go to jail and never see her again. 
Two tremendous thunder claps shook the house.  
They must have woken Jill, because the next thing I 
heard was her walking downstairs. I was terrified at 
what she would say. First she went into the kitchen 
and poured herself some ice water. She always keeps 
a mug, filled with ice cubes and
ice water with her, where ever she goes.  No soda or 
candy for her.  The only other thing she drinks is fruit 
juice.  She walked into the dinning area.  She was 
wearing a pink version of my silk bathrobe. "Dad 
what's going on outside isn't important. We need to 
talk." 


I got up and followed her into the living room with 
my head down. I felt like I was walking the last mile 
and the sound of the wind outside made things seem 
even worse.  I put down my cup down on the coffee 
table and I sat down on the couch.  I watched as Jill 
put her mug down on top of the napkins that she 
brought with her from the kitchen.  She also put 
some napkins under my coffee cup. I was afraid of 
what she was going to say.  I knew that I did wrong. 
I committed a crime against my own daughter.  Jill 
said, "Can a daughter sit on her daddy's lap?"  She 
climbed up on my lap. I told her I would call the 
police and confess everything. "No just answer my 
questions. Did you really mean what you said last 
night?"  "Well I was excited. I don't remember what I 
said. You don't know the affect that a girl and have 
on a man."  "Oh yes I do, I was a model for 6 years 
and I know about men." "Then maybe you can 
understand why I lost control. It's been years since 
your mother and I had sex."  "Yes, but you were 
screwing whores, weren't you?"  "Where did you get 
that idea? I was faithful to your mother until last 
night."  "Mom said you never were faithful to her and 
every husband including you goes to whores all the 
time."  "Jill you know that I don't lie. I never paid for 
sex or fooled around on mom I am just too 
conservative." "So add lying to mom's crimes." "Tell 
me, what do you mean about mom's crimes?" 


"No you have to answer my questions first. Last 
night you called me the sexiest woman in the 
world?" "I was lying.  I didn't mean it. You aren't 
attractive to me. I was just crazy last night." "Liar, 
you have a hard on right now."  I didn't realize it but 
I was hard as a rock. I also noticed that Jill was 
subtly sliding back and forth on my lap. I still didn't 
know what I was feeling.  I felt so bad about last 
night, that I think I was crying a little. Now I felt 
even guiltier. "Ok you better get off." "I will not. You 
have been very bad I want you to explain yourself." 
"Look what I did last night was very wrong. I only 
did it to save our lives.  Jill leaned her head against 
my chest and as she did her robe opened up.  Then 
next thing I knew I as putting my hand into her robe 
and cupping her breast. "Now you are grabbing my 
tits; pervert".  When I realized what I was doing I 
tried to take my hand way but I just couldn't.  
Instead I started kneading her breast.  "You are 
obsessed with me aren't you?" I said, "How can you 
tell?" "You mean how can I tell, besides the fact that 
your dick is hard as a rock and you are playing with 
my tits?"  I was never so embarrassed, in my life but 
I couldn't stop doing it.   

"I know when a man becomes obsessed over me.  
We were all taught to recognize stalkers and report 
them.  Even the photographers would sometimes 
become obsessed with a girl.  Do you remember 
those jeans ads, that I was in, that caused such a 
stir?"  "I never saw them, but some people called the 
ads kiddy porn." "You never looked at anything I did, 
did you?" said Jill accusingly. "Don't answer that... I 
was only ten when those ads were shot. My ad sold a 
lot of jeans.  It holds the record for producing the 
most sales. The photographer was Max Steinberg. He 
took me aside, after the ads came out and said that 
he wanted me so much that he took sexy pictures of 
me. He said he couldn't work with me in a 
professional manner because whenever I was around 
all he wanted to do was screw me.  He said the only 
way he would calm down enough to take regular 
pictures is if we were having sex. He promised that if 
we became lovers he would make me into a 
supermodel. I told him I wanted to earn being a 
supermodel, not get it by lying on my back."  I had 
heard things about teen models even pre-teen 
models having sex but I thought that was something 
in the papers and not real. I was shocked and said, 
"That bastard, if I knew what he said to you..." 
"Hush dad.  What happened to him wasn't his fault it 
just happened.  We didn't work together after that 
but he did everything to make it up to me by helping 
my career behind the scenes. He even gave up 
shooting the biggest assignment of the year so I 
could work it.  They called it Full Frontal Fashion and 
it is a big deal.  One of the designers was going to 
introduce a new preteen line and he told them Ola, 
wouldn't know who he is. He told them that his 
biggest competitor would do a better job then he 
would and recommended me as the lead model." 
Fashion is a cut throat business and it was a big 
sacrifice on his part. He must have really cared about 
me.  Some girls advance their careers as child 
models by having sex but I wouldn't do it."  


"Now dad I want the truth or I will call the police."   I 
broke down and told her that everything that I said 
last night was true and I still wanted her. I said that I 
never thought about her or any underage age girl 
before but now but now I can't stop thinking about 
her. "You are just too damn beautiful. I can't help 
myself. You are a goddess." "That's better you want 
me and you are obsessed with me."  I started to 
apologize but Jill stopped me "Dad I liked it!"  


I was more surprised then relieved. I couldn't believe 
that she actually liked what happened. "But honey 
you told me to stop." "I did that because I thought 
you didn't want me.  Once you started saying you 
loved me you made me the happiest girl in the 
world. I didn't say anything after that, did I?"  


"Daddy I am a whore." "Jill don't say that..." "Hush.  
Mom told me that there were two kinds of woman 
those who become mommies and whores.  It seems 
that men have a need to degrade and do filthy things 
to woman, so God made whores to relieve men so 
they could stay with their wives.  She said good 
women don't like sex. Sex is dirty and nice women 
only have sex to make babies. After that men go to 
whores for relief. I always thought I was a good girl 
but I loved what we did last night and that means 
that I am a whore." "Nothing can change that." She 
turned and kissed me. "But you are wrong..." Hush 
do I have to call the police. You have a choice go to 
prison or make me your whore." 


Jill stood up. "Dad we need a break. Get up."  I stood 
up still not understanding what I heard "I am sorry 
Jill. I will stop. I promise." "No, silly, I don't you to 
want to stop. We both need a sex break. She looked 
at the dumb look I had. "A sex break, that's a break 
where we have sex. I need to suck your cock." "But 
Jill we can't." I knew I couldn't stop her. 


Before I could do anything she pulled off my robe 
and pushed me back down on the couch. I could 
hear the thunder booming while my daughter stood 
before me and let her robe fall to the floor. In an 
instant she became a priestess right out of a movie 
like Raiders of the Lost Ark.  She gracefully kneeled 
before me as if I were her god. She took my penis in 
both her hands and took a deep breath. Then she 
pushed her face toward me and took my penis in her 
mouth and let it slide down her throat. Then she 
bobbed her head back and forth but far too soon she 
came up for air.  Oh God, dad that was wonderful. I 
have wanted to do that since last night.  Now I have 
done it.  I am ready to start training as your cum 
whore."  


She started stroking my cock.  She held it tight and 
moved the outer part of my dick against the inner 
cord.  "You're pretty good for a beginner."  "Did you 
ever do this before?" "No but they showed us how to 
do this in case we ever got caught by a pervert. They 
also put us on birth control for the same reason, in 
case you were wondering. You were wondering 
weren't you?" "Not now honey this feels too good" 
Jill smiled and said, "Then I must be doing 
something right?  "Doing something right? You are 
perfect, like always." Jill blushed, "Dad I never did 
anything like this before. I thought it was wrong.  I 
even talked other girls out of having sex.  It's 
embarrassing if the other girls found out... but I just 
can't help it" I took her hand and slowed it down. 
"Hush. Don't say anything sweetie."  


I just lay back and let her stroke my penis and just 
enjoyed the feeling until I felt the pressure build up. 
"Listen there is something you have to do.  But don't 
do it until I tell, you.  "I want you to stroke my dick 
as hard as you can.  Then when I grab your head, 
put my penis in your mouth and slid it down your 
throat." "Dad?"  "Shut up. Do it now!"  Jill went 
faster but not fast enough." I kept yelling at her to 
go faster. Then she got it right and the feeling was 
incredible. She was using both hands and was 
pumping furiously. I closed my eyes and lay back 
fighting the need to cum.   I never wanted the 
feeling to end.  Her hands were so soft.  The ecstasy 
increase and increased.  Then I just when I was 
about to explode, I grabbed Jill's head and shoved 
my cock down her throat.  I lay down on my side and 
pushed her head back and forth jacking off into her 
mouth.  Then when I couldn't go any faster I started 
fucking her face while I pulled her head back and 
forth. I waited until my cock was in about as far as it 
would go then I shoved my hips forward driving me 
even deeper into her throat.  I didn't show her any 
mercy. I slammed into her face again and again 
completely out of control.  When I felt myself coming 
I tried to stop but I couldn't.  Then it came pouring 
out. Squirt after squirt.  For a while I don't know 
where I was.  My world was nothing but pleasure. 
Then as I came to and the first thing I felt were my 
hands pulling Jill's head back and forth with me 
coming in her mouth.  Each time I shot my come 
into her I was overwhelmed by with ecstasy. Then as 
my organism slowed, I ran out of energy and I let 
go. Jill seemed stunned and was motionless.  "Ok 
bitch start sucking." Jill jerked to life, she pushed her 
lips tight against my dick jerked me off with her lips.  
When I slowed up she grabbed my dick and pumped 
me as hard as she could. Then when it seemed like I 
stopped coming she started to suck my cock like she 
was nursing a nipple.   It felt sweet, so sweet to 
have her milk every drop. When I finished coming I 
just lay back and enjoyed the feeling of being in her 
mouth. After I came around and pulled myself out of 
her. 


I just stared at her beautiful face.  Then I saw some 
blood and I thought that might have given her a 
bloody nose.  I licked the blood off her lip and kissed 
her.  I didn't feel sorry for hurting her and that 
seemed strange. I loved her but she I never had a 
personal whore before and I never realized up until 
now how much I wanted one.  "I fucked your face 
very hard honey. You may have a bloody nose," I 
pressed a napkin up against her nose but the 
bleeding had already stopped.  "Are you all right?" 
"Oh daddy it was great I am so proud that you came 
in my mouth.  That's what I wanted when I sucked 
your cock at first." Jill got up and ran to the living 
room mirror.   "I didn't know anyone could get so 
excited over me."  She checked her face.  "None the 
worse... In a few minutes I will be able to tell if it will 
turn into a bruise. You know it's funny but I never 
seem to bruise."   

She turned away from the mirror and said "Dad do 
we have to stop now. Not unless you want to, 
honey."  I stood up and picked her up. "Where are 
we going now, daddy! I thought we were gonna fuck.  
"I am going to fuck you all right, but why waste my 
nice big bed. I started toward the master bed room 
and Jill said, "Daddy wait.  I'm thirsty."  I turned 
back and saw her mug of ice water. I lowered her 
down to the coffee table where she picked up the 
mug and the napkins. I was walking down the hall; 
buck naked carrying a little nude nymph, when all 
hell broke loss outside of the house. The thunder and 
the lighting was shaking house and the lights were 
flickering.  Jill held me tighter I liked the affect that 
the storm was having on her and I was looked 
forward to having my way with this beautiful child. 
The door to the master bedroom had been left open 
like all the other doors in the house. We went in to 
my room. The bed was perfectly made just like 
always. I usually sleep in my office. It's not like Joan 
and I have any use for it.  Holding Jill I threw back 
the covers and I put the mug of ice water down on 
the headboard and gently lowered down her down on 
the bed.  This was the first time I was going to share 
a bed since we, since I, moved into the new house. I 
looked at her. I still couldn't believe how beautiful 
she was. I knew she was thirsty so I took the mug 
and I helped her up so she could drink some of the 
water. I took a drink too and put the mug down.  The 
storm abated but it was still raging.  The sound of 
the thunder increased my excitement.  
  

I needed sometime to get hard again and I knew 
what to do. "Ok, I am going to start training you. 
There are some things you need to learn.  First off all 
there is a certain way these things are supposed to 
start."  "Ok, what are we supposed to do?" "Well 
everything starts off with a kiss." I gave her a quick 
chaste kiss on the lips. Then I gave her a real kiss a 
loving kiss. I gently parted her lips with my tongue 
and I explored her mouth. Then I pulled back and 
withdrew from her.  Once I was out I started kissing 
her lips lovingly.  She responded and we went back 
and forth each trying to out do the other with how 
sweet and loving a kiss could be.  As we went back 
and forth I started to caress her breasts.  Then as I 
held her breasts firmly but gently I gave her another 
deep kiss.  I took my tongue and played with her 
tongue as I kneaded her breasts.  Her tongue 
responded and with my urging she started exploring 
my mouth with her tongue as I concentrated on 
fondling her breasts.  I took her hands and showed 
her how to caress and fondle my body.  Jill got so 
excited that she grabbed my face and stuck her 
tongue down my throat. I lay back and let her kiss 
me deeply again and again as she explored my body 
with her hands.  Her hands swept down to my penis 
which she stroked and then she held my balls the 
same way I held her breasts. She continued to kiss 
me and reached up to my breasts and started 
kneading then. It was pure bliss to feel this beautiful 
girl's excitement over me and know that she trusted 
me enough to let herself go and do what ever she 
wanted with my body.  She broke the kiss and said. 
"You look so beautiful to me right now."   


I so wanted to suck her breasts that I just reacted 
and I rolled her over taking her left breast in my 
mouth. As I licked her nipple I kneaded her other 
breast with my hand.  Then I inhaled her breast and 
gently kneaded her breast with my lips and my 
mouth.  I pulled my mouth off of her and gave her a 
deep kiss. After several kisses I moved down to her 
right breast and repeated the process. Then I 
reached own and started fingering her pussy. Once 
she started moving her cunt up and down off of the 
bed I went down on her.  

He pussy still looked and felt beautiful. You could tell 
something had happened from last night's events but 
it still looked beautiful and smelled sweet and clean. 
I ran my tongue up her hole. She was nice and wet.  
I drank from her sweet pussy. Then I took her hand 
and guided it down to her cunt. Then I pulled back a 
little. "Ok you little whore.  I want to masturbate for 
me." "What do you mean? I thought you were going 
to fuck me." "Not yet, these are lessons remember 
and you need to learn to masturbate."    Isn't wrong 
for girls to masturbate?"  I said, "Who told you that 
mom?"   "She said it was the worst thing a girl could 
do. She said you be ashamed of me if I did." It was 
hard to believe that Joan was that twisted.  Now I 
was worried that she really screwed Jill up.  "Are you 
sure you want me to learn? You could control me 
better if I didn't know how"  "No honey, a girl should 
be able to control her own pussy and her own body. 
It will be better for both of us if you do.  Now I am 
going to watch you play with yourself. So you better 
do a good job."  "Then can we fuck?"  "We'll see?  
You have to earn your fucking, so do it right the first 
time and I might fuck you."    


I guided her middle finger into her hole and told her 
to feel around.  Jill got excited instantly and said, 
"Oh daddy this feels nice." Then I guided her finger 
up to her clit.  She jumped when her finger hit her 
clit.  "Oh! Shit! Fuck Damn!" Now I was shocked and 
said "Jill I didn't think you knew such words." She 
started giggling "I never had a reason to use them 
around you." "Hearing you swear was a turn on." I 
was acting like a pervert and I loved it. I was 
actually teaching my own daughter to masturbate. 
Not that masturbation is wrong but dads shouldn't be 
giving masturbation lessons to their daughters.  
They shouldn't be screwing them either, but if I was 
forced into this I might as well enjoy it.  


It was so obscene and dirty to see my innocent little 
angel acting like a little slut. I think that best part 
was when she would raise her head to look her at 
cunt.  Looking at her was so exciting that I started 
stroking myself to her rhythm.  She rubbed her clit 
and then she pushed her middle finger along the 
base of her pussy. Then she thrust her pussy up and 
down as she pushed her finger in and out. It was so 
obscene that I almost came.  Then she sat up and 
while she squeezed her breast she rubbed her clit 
with her finger. Then she rubbed her clit with her 
thumb while she pushed her middle finger in and out 
of her cunt.  God God.  Aaaah Aaaah ah ah ah ah. 
And then she flung herself back on the couch; 
exhausted. 


She was gently fingering herself and moaning.  I 
pushed her finger away and started eating her. I 
can't describe how great it was to eat her.  Someday 
I would like to spend a day exploring her pussy. I 
was lost in the bliss of her pussy so I didn't hear her.  
Then she started rapping the back of my head with 
her knuckles.  Still it took me a while to look up.  
"Dad listen I masturbated for you and I even came 
but it wasn't the same. I need your penis inside of 
me because it makes my pussy pulse."  "My penis 
does that?  It makes you pulse inside?  I couldn't 
believe that I had such an affect on anyone much 
less this incredibly beautiful girl.  "Yes, daddy it 
makes my pussy throb and if you don't fuck me right 
now I will explode." I caressed her hair as I slid 
down next to her. I checked my cock. It was still 
hard as a rock. I took a breath and pushed my 
tongue deeply down her throat. Then I slid over on 
top of her. I opened her cunt with my finger and 
guided myself into her. I felt like I was home inside 
of her soft sweet pussy. "This is much better then 
last night. You aren't as big. You fit in me better." 
"Last night my prick hadn't come in years." "Oh 
daddy that's not right. Mom is such a bitch. I will 
take care of you from now on." It was then I realized 
that no one ever wanted to take care of me before. I 
got an idea. Jill was in for a surprise. I grabbed her 
ass and fucked her pussy just a little. 

Then I took one arm, wrapped it around her back 
and I rolled over with her on top of me. She grabbed 
my shoulders. Oh daddy I don't want you to slip out 
of me. I kissed her on the forehead and said. "Jill sit 
up." "But daddy you will come out." "No I won't. 
Then I gave her a little slap on the butt. "Sit up 
slave." "She gradually sat up on me." I looked at her 
and it was like I really saw her for the first time.  
She was so damn beautiful.  Her skin, her features 
everything about her was just perfect. Even her little 
tits were perfect.  Then I got lost in her beautiful 
blue eyes as Jill was adjusting to her new position. 
She moved around a little.  "Oh this is so cool. I'm 
actually on top."  


I tore myself away from drinking in her beauty and I 
took control. "Now you are going to fuck me." "But 
daddy I can't." "Hush baby. Do what I say. Lean back 
as far as you can."  "But daddy I am afraid that 
you're going to come out." "Just do it" She leaned 
back all the way and I was still well into her little 
hole. "Daddy your thing is bigger then I thought." 
"Ok, sit up again.  Now push yourself up a little like 
you are getting off of me." She moved too fast and I 
slipped out but Jill grabbed my dick the instant it 
came out and put it back in. "Sorry dad. I won't do 
that again."  She was a good as her word. She didn't 
make any more mistakes. She experimented moving 
up and down and leaning back and forth. "You can 
also move straight back and forth.  "Just be careful I 
don't want to come out of you."  Jill experimented, 
while I just looked at her.  Dad this is so cool and can 
put you where ever I want.  If I need your dick over 
that all I have to do." And she did it. "Or here or 
over there." And she moved again. "Oh God, I feel 
like a Queen. She opened up her arms.  "I'm Queen 
of the world"   I waited for the kid to quiet down.   


Ok, Jill now it's time you fucked me. She looked 
confused. "Thrust yourself back and forth. Like you 
did before and fuck me like I fucked you." Jill started 
to move back and forth. Then her face lit up with a 
smile.  "I didn't know girls could fuck.  This is 
unbelievable." "Jill started humping me.  She did it 
faster and faster.  All the sudden I had to wrap my 
arms around her and make her stop."  She fought 
me at first "Why did you stop me? Was I doing 
something wrong?" "No honey I started to come." Jill 
started thrusting and I grabbed her to stop her. God 
it felt so good to have my hands in her ass crack.  
"Don't you want to come?" "I do but I want us to 
come together. Did you feel my dick getting harder 
and bigger." "Yes dad and then it started to twitch."  
"You see baby you made me start to come." "I did 
that?" "Yes honey and I want you to bring me close 
to coming and then slow up until you catch up. If you 
feel that I am about to lose it I want you to stop and 
wait until I calm down. I want you to time it so we 
both will come at the same time."    


"I don't know if I can." "Jill you were always perfect 
at everything. I am sure you can do it." "And if it 
doesn't work we will just have to practice again and 
again until you get it right." "Oh daddy can we?"  "As 
much as you like."  "I pulled her down and kissed her 
deeply." "You are more beautiful then I could ever 
imagine." Jill then straightened up. "Play with my tits 
while I fuck you, dad" I pushed my hands forward 
and clutched both her little breasts with my hands.   
Then I started playing with her nipples while she 
started in again.  She picked up the part about 
varying her speed right away. "I can make you 
bigger or smaller." Then she got too excited and lost 
it. She just went crazy pumping me faster and faster.  
My cock kept expanding. Just when I was sure that I 
was going to come.  Jill grabbed my arms and 
stopped.  She pushed my arms away and gave me a 
hug. "Did I do it right?" "Yes baby so far. I was just 
about to come when you stopped."  "Oh dad I want 
to be just perfect for you." 


Then she leaned all the way back and experimented 
with fucking me from that position. She bent over a 
little and grabbed my shoulders. Then she started 
pumping again.  She kept moving around like she 
was million dollar call girl. I could hear her breathing 
faster and faster. I closed my eyes and just forgot 
where I. was.  Then the next thing I knew I was 
bucking like crazy. I never did that before but I never 
had a lover like Jill before. She knew just what to do. 
She hugged me and held me close and kept fucking. 
She rode on like a jockey and like a great jockey she 
kept me running but did it in such a way that I 
calmed down and relaxed. Then she sat up and 
started fucking faster then she had before.  She 
went faster and faster.  I wasn't feeling that much 
but she kept going faster and then she stopped and 
hung on.  Jill said. "I almost came first this time.  
Getting us to come at the same time isn't easy."  

She pushed back her hair and let out a sigh.  Then 
she reached over to the headboard and picked up 
the mug of ice water, and took a drink. "You better 
have some water, daddy. I don't want you passing 
out on me, old man."  I tried to say something but 
she pushed the mug up against my lips and the 
water spilled running down my neck and chest. Jill 
laughed and said, "I am sorry daddy. I should have 
known you can't drink while you are lying on your 
back" She helped me up. I propped myself up with 
my arms and Jill held the mug to my lips while I 
drank. The icy cold water felt great pouring down my 
throat.  Jill was more considerate then, my wife, 
Joan ever was. Then she picked up an ice cube and 
dropped the freezing water on my chest.  "Like the 
cold daddy, Jill teased. It was such sweet torture. My 
kid was great even though this was her first time.  
She was great at everything. Then she rubbed and 
ice cube over my forehead and put it in her mouth. 
"You taste great."  She took another ice cube and 
rubbed it on her head and then she got an 
inspiration and rubbed the ice cube on her tits. "Oh 
God oh God Shit.' The sight of, this beautiful creature 
rubbing the ice cube on her tits was incredible.    
Then she held the ice cube in her lips and pressed 
her lips to mine. We pushed the ice cube back and 
forth between our mouths.  Then she pushed it into 
my mouth and sat up and started fucking.  


She kept repeating the same cycle. She would start 
slowly and then she would go faster varying her 
speed and then she would really take off only to stop 
at the last possible second.  Each session was 
getting shorter and shorter with Jill getting more and 
more excited.  The excitement built up and built up. 
Then I thought she took me too far. I knew I couldn't 
hold it and felt that I was going to come too soon. I 
just exploded into her but then I heard her moaning. 
We were coming together.  "Oh daddy oh daddy oh 
oo aha.'  We just kept coming like that in a place 
with no time. All I could see was Jill's beautiful face.  
She kept humping me and I just looked at her 
beautiful face. It seemed like I empted my whole 
being into her. 


Then it hit me.  We weren't finished.  I grabbed her 
ass with one hand and wrapped my other arm 
around her.  Then I arched my back and flipped us 
over.  Jill cried out in surprised. I started fucking her 
harder and faster then I have ever fucked before. Jill 
was calling out daddy daddy daddy, I don't know 
how many times. With one final eruption I filled her 
cunt with everything that I had. Then I looked 
directly into her eyes and collapsed. We had done it 
we came at the same time, the first time.  My face 
was buried in her beautiful blond hair. I loved the 
way she smelled.  Jill was so prefect, every thing she 
did was right the
first time.  At that moment I felt that I was in the 
presence of a Goddess. I kissed her all over her face. 
"Thank you, thank you princess, I love you so 
much." Jill's answer was to start kissing me all over 
too. We kissed her and as our tongues danced 
together while we ran our hands over each other.   
We drank from each others mouth. Then the kiss 
broke and we fell apart.  "Oh daddy you came out."  


I lay there just listening to the thunder in the 
distance.  Then I got out of bed. "Dad, where are we 
going, now?  I want a cuddle."  "If you want a cuddle 
then get in the tub because that's where I am 
going." Jill ran ahead into the bath. The master 
bedroom has two different rooms adjoining it a 
bathroom or commode room where you, you know, 
and another room adjoining called the bath. The 
bath has a large whirlpool air tub that is just too nice 
to keep in the bathroom.  I staggered after her into 
the bath I wasn't used to this much activity.  "Wait a 
minute I have got to look in the mirror." She looked 
carefully all over her face to see if signs of our rough 
love making had any effect. Meanwhile I turned on 
the tub so it would fill with water. There are a bunch 
of controls. The water was heated and it had a 
whirlpool setting and a bubble setting. You set it and 
then everything is done automatically. "I'm ok daddy 
no bruises."  "I am sorry but I just went crazy when 
you were sucking my cock." "Daddy you can do 
anything to me no matter how dirty or degrading it 
is.  I mean a girl who fucks her father can't say "I'm 
not that kind of girl. 

You are my master, so it's your choice, but I'm kind 
of looking forward to some kinky stuff."  "But I must 
have hurt you when was fucking you in the mouth."   
"It didn't hurt. I like it when you are rough.  "You 
liked it? Weren't you afraid?" "Dad models have to be 
tough. I don't remember ever being afraid until last 
night. I was afraid then very afraid at first anyway. 
But normally I'm very brave.  


You should have seen me crawling around the top of 
the George Washington Bridge or the Statue of 
Liberty without a safety harness. I got to be in a lot 
of extra pictures because some of the other girls 
were afraid. I was up on top the George Washington 
Bridge in February in summer clothes."

I was still adjusting the tub because I never set it up 
for romance before. It was made for two but I could 
never get Joan in it. I didn't buy it. I'm not that 
dumb.  The tub was made for two. It came with the 
house. The guy who sold it to me has a wife who was 
lover first and a wife second and they used it a lot. 

"It was below freezing and the wind was blowing us 
around. I had to act like it was summer and stay 
clean. Are you listening to me?" She gave me a little 
punch. "I'm listening I was adjusting the tub."  I 
turned on the mood light. Yes it comes with a mood 
light.  "Do you know how dirty that bridge is?" "Sure 
honey. I have been up on that bridge too. I am an 
architect remember? You have to wear a harness. 
It's the law." "Daddy, selling clothes is more 
important then the law and I would do anything to 
get to be in one extra frame.  


Now please pick me up and carry me into the tub, 
I'm freezing." I picked her up and she put her arms 
around my neck. I was gently lowering her into the 
water when Jill pulled hard on my neck so she could 
get a kiss.' I slipped, and the next thing I knew we 
were under the water with me on top of her. We both 
popped out of the water coughing and laughing. She 
dunked my head under the water and we started 
splashed each other which lead to our wrestling.  We 
rolled around in the water for a while. It wasn't that 
easy for me.  She was faster and quicker then I was 
and I was more out of shape then I thought.  What 
really surprised me was how strong she was for such 
a small girl. Now I knew why she was so good at 
sports. The wrestling didn't go on too long because 
once we were face to face we started kissing and 
feeling each other up.  


We came up from under the water in a passionate 
kiss and then it hit me.  I broke the kiss and said, 
"What about mom?" Jill changed in an instant 
"Divorce the bitch."  "But she's your mother."  Jill 
said, "She abused me. She treated me like crap and 
robbed of the modeling contract..."  "Why was that 
contract so damn important?"  "You don't know 
because you never listened to me even once. I would 
have had my own signature line, with some of my 
own designs. I would a have earned a million dollars 
when I signed the contract. It cost the people I 
worked with a lot of money too." "Your own line?" I 
said. 



"You design clothes?" "I know it makes no sense. I 
don't know how I can design anything when I am 
just a dumb blond."  It was hard to believe that 
anyone would say this to my Jill or any other child 
for that matter that I said, "God, Jill where do you 
get this stuff?"  "I get it from your wife: she was 
always calling me, 'The dumb blond who no one 
cared about.'" "Jill I can't believe that Joan would 
ever say anything like that."  I could see the anger 
light up again in her face it was a little frightening. 
"No Jill wait, I believe you. It's just that I never knew 
that mom was anything but nice. She was a little 
cold maybe..." "Behind your back she was different. 
She never could model but she could act.  How do 
you think she made so much money in oil leases? 
Remember her roommate. They used to laugh about 
swindling people. They even used to laugh at you. I 
couldn't stand it but I couldn't tell you anything. 
They acted like nuns or something around you and 
you ate it up. 


She did a great job of marketing me I'll give her 
that.  She pushed me right to the top and she always 
found a way to make more money for me then the 
other girls were getting. She only cared about 
money.  She used to dump me on the set and take 
off trying to cut another deal for me or another oil 
deal. She didn't care how they treated me. Luckily I 
got famous fast and learned how to take care of 
myself.


"Maybe your mother and I had problems but she 
loved you." "She hated me and everyone hated her.  
I had to talk my lawyer out of suing her when she 
took away my contract. She covered herself well but 
my lawyer and other people invested a lot of time 
and money in me so I could get that contract. Then 
your wife, my mother, turned it down out of spite." 
"Spite?" "Yes spite.  She got into a fight over the 
contract at the modeling agency once when I was 
there. She started talking about what a great model 
she was and how they took advantage of her. Well 
one of the executives got so mad that he pulled out 
a head shot of her and showed it to me. He said that 
she was a lousy model who only worked for them 
because somebody had pull with the agency. The 
poor woman could never look good on film.  Your 
wife is pretty. She looked a lot like me when she was 
my age but she really looked horrible in the picture. 
Anyone modeling could see it. I am embarrassed 
that I had to see a picture to know it.  Maybe I 
missed it because she was my mother but she just 
wasn't photogenic.  I couldn't help laughing at all her 
lies, right in from of her and everyone else at the 
agency. That's when mom said there would be no 
contract and I would never work again. 


I went to you but you wouldn't listen because you 
just didn't care..." But Jill..." Maybe you cared about 
me but you didn't care about what I had to say. ."  "I 
really dropped the ball when it came to my being a 
father."  "Yes daddy you are a terrible father. I had to 
talk my lawyers out of suing her. They had a good 
case.  Mom is very tricky but they had the goods on 
her. They didn't want to settle either. They were so 
mad they didn't care if they won or lost what they 
really wanted to do was embarrassed the hell out of 
her. The only problem was me.  My lawyer said he 
would even handle your divorce for free." "Divorce?" 
"Yes! What do you think would have happened to me 
after the suit? Mom would really have gotten back at 
me and it wouldn't just be slapping me or pushing 
down either.  That woman is frightening she really 
would have gotten revenge on me, I was scared.  At 
first I told my lawyer that my dad would take care of 
me once I talked to you.  Imagine how I felt when I 
had to sneak out of the house and go to the lawyer's 
office with my tail between my legs and tell them 
you wouldn't protect me because you didn't care 
about me."  "Jill I would have taken care of you, you 
should have known that." "How could I possible 
know that with you ignoring me all the time?"  She 
smiled "that is until last night." You are a terrible 
father but you are a great lover. 


Now you are going to have to break up a 15 year 
marriage and sue the meanest trickiest woman in 
the world because your underage daughter is your 
mistress."  "How did I get into this?" "Well you 
ignored me and ignored your own sexual needs and 
then...." "Hush Jill.  You designed clothes that were 
actually bought." "Yes daddy I sold my designs. The 
contract meant that I would have been the national 
spokes model for my own line of clothes."  "Jill you 
could get everything back. You could go back to 
modeling. I would take you to auditions. I would give 
up my practice and be your manager." "You would? 
You would actually give up your business for me?"  
"That goes with out saying."  "No it doesn't. Do you 
know you never said you loved me until last night"?  
"Well I was the man of the house. I wanted to be 
strong and make money for you and mom. That was 
my way of showing you that I loved you." "Dad you 
are a terrible father.  You never paid any attention to 
me. We never even had a real conversation."  "But 
that was you mom's job." "Daddy it was your job. 
Fathers are more important to girls then their 
mothers. "I don't want to go back to modeling.  I 
don't even like modeling."  


She didn't like modeling? I thought this whole thing 
was about modeling. "If you didn't like modeling 
then why did you care so much about it" "Daddy I 
only cared about modeling because no body cared 
about me. I modeled because if I couldn't be loved at 
least I could be important to someone, even if it 
wasn't you. What I really I wanted was for you to 
pay attention to me. To care about me. Daddy, 
please love me." 


I hugged her and told that I loved her.  I don't know 
how many times, I kept repeating it. We cuddled for 
awhile. Then the conversation started up again. I 
said, "I always loved you as a daughter and I am 
sorry I never showed it.  Jill let me make it up to you 
and be a real father."  "Ok daddy but we have to 
have sex too. Daddy I am your whore. I really 
wouldn't really call the police if you don't take me as 
your whore but I will go to New York and become a 
prostitute. Neither you nor mom could stop me 
because you both abused me.  "Your mother never 
really hit you, did she" "She hit me in front of 
witness and I have tapes of her verbal abuse. Let me 
prove it too you. She jumped up and got out of the 
tub" I yelled after her to dry off but she was gone.  


I got out of the tub and dried myself off.  I walked 
into my bedroom and I could see Jill's little wet foot 
prints on the carpet. The storm by that time had turn 
to just rain. Then in an instant she was back caring a 
towel and a letter.  She handed me a letter from her 
lawyer that was sealed and postmarked. "I was 
saving this until I got a little older."  We went and sat 
down on the bed.  I started to read the letter. Jill 
said she was cold and crawled under the covers.  The 
letter confirmed what Jill has said about her lawyer 
wanting to sue Joan for beach of a verbal
contact and signed letter of intent.  It stated that 
Joan said that she was terminating the contract 
because Jill laughed at her.     


I felt bad all over again.  I looked down and didn't 
know what to say.  "Daddy come over here and 
warm me up.  I crawled over next to her.  She put 
her head on my chest.  I kissed her head.  I caressed 
her back and her side.  She snuggled closer.  I think 
that rain lulled us off to sleep. I was dozing, just 
barely awake and I felt my hands running over her 
silky skin and then I would drift off again.  Then 
something strange happened I could still feel her 
skin but I also felt like I was being touched at the 
same time in the same place. At first I thought Jill 
was touching me but no; I was feeling what she was 
feeling when I touched her. It was like I was inside of 
her mind and we were one.  Jill said, "Daddy your 
hands are making me feel strange. You must have 
magic powers. Then she jumped up and broke the 
spell. 

"You taught me so much, yesterday. I know that I 
have no right to say this, because it was the first 
time I had intercourse, but you are a great lover. You 
are beyond great. I want you to know how wonderful 
it was. You took control of me, like you were taking 
candy from a baby. You probably don't know it, but I 
have learned to have complete control of my face 
and my body. People in the business tell me I am the 
best. No one could ever control me but the instant 
you touched me with your tongue I completely 
surrendered.  It was such a relief, to have someone 
else in charge for a change. You played me like a 
violin and took me to places that still can't believe 
exist. You have a very talented tongue. You knew 
just what to do, and when you went inside of me it 
was like going to a different world. It was so exciting 
to be explored like that.  I felt totally exposed. All I 
felt was good. Wave after wave of pleasure swept 
over me. I thought it was as good as it gets and then 
you found my clit and I went crazy. Daddy you have 
no idea! I was lost in total pleasure. 

Then something changed and I saw your face.  It 
was like I was unconscious or something because 
you just faded in.  When I saw you on top of me my 
knees just went up by instinct.  I presented my 
pussy to your cock. At that moment I felt like we 
were the same and we were both being controlled by 
the same desire. When you entered me there was a 
feeling that was so intense at first that I didn't know 
if it were pleasure or pain. It was both but then the 
feeling turned to just pain for an instant. I was glad 
that it hurt because the pain made me know it was 
real and not a dream. To spite the pain I was so 
proud that entered me, that I squeezed you as hard 
as I could.  Thanking you, for making me a woman.  

Then I learned more about being a woman.  I could 
feel my pussy shaping itself around you.  You had 
penetrated me and I was totally conquered.  I looked 
up into your green eyes and you looked beautiful to 
me. No offence dad, but you are far from beautiful.  
Maybe you are better looking then most men but 
very few men are beautiful. You never looked 
beautiful before but when I looked up at you, you 
were the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. 
For a moment it felt like we were one person. Then 
something broke the spell just before you started 
fucking me.


They expected you to rape me but you didn't.  You 
cuddled like me I was a baby and gently made love 
to me with your penis.  You kissed me all over and 
made me feel so wonderful that I loved having you in 
charge and giving me pleasure.  Then you rolled over 
on top of me and you screwed me. You weren't 
fucking me. You were screwing me. You were joining 
us together. You did wonderful things.  Things I 
couldn't even describe.  You kept finding places in 
me that I didn't know existed.  Important places and 
you pleasured them and me with your cock. You 
knew how to give me pleasure and you anticipated 
my every need. Then just when I felt like I wanted 
some gentle loving you had me on my side and you 
were cuddling me and kissing me.  You kissed me all 
over and some how you found my mouth.  Then our 
tongues were dancing together. We were making 
love. You weren't raping me or fucking me. Instead, 
we were screwing and making love.  I was 
completely lost in your loving for a while.  


Then I could feel the guys staring at us and that 
brought me back.  I had to look at them and see 
their reaction. This was the crucial moment. They 
were hoping you would rape me. So they could kill 
us.  But I knew that, even if you didn't love me, you 
could never hurt me.  I knew you wouldn't rape me. 
I expected you to fuck me which would have been 
enough to save us. What surprised me is you weren't 
fucking me; you were making love. I always thought 
it was a saying but I could feel your penis making 
love inside of me.  I watched them as your loving me 
made them feel ashamed. They were ashamed, 
Daddy!  After a while they actually looked like they 
were being tortured.  Finally they couldn't stand it 
any more and ran out.  I felt proud and victorious 
that I beat them.   


Then everything changed. I felt horrible for getting 
you to fuck me. I started crying because I felt like I 
betrayed you.  I expected you to jump off when they 
left. When you didn't push me away I thought you 
didn't hear them leave, so I felt I had to tell you they 
left, even though I didn't want it to end. When you 
didn't push me away I thought that you were just 
afraid to stop for my sake.  I started hitting you 
because I wanted you to know we were safe but you 
kept going and going. I couldn't believe that you 
actually wanted me.   Then you started yelling. I 
didn't know what you were saying at first. Actually I 
knew what you were saying it didn't make any 
sense. I couldn't believe what you were saying.  You 
couldn't possibly be talking about me. A sex 
goddess?  The love of your life? Who were you 
talking about? Could it be me? You went on and on 
saying things that I say to myself at night before I 
go to sleep pretending it was someone else saying 
them to me; someone who loves me.  How could you 
have known, what I said to may self at night? Maybe 
Love Goddess or Aphrodite but how you came up 
"Moon Queen" I'll never know. "Moon Queen" is the 
most secret thing that I say to myself when I 
pretend that someone is making love to me.  It's 
embarrassing that I even say things like that to 
myself. I never let anyone know.  I would have died 
first.   When you said "Moon Queen" then I knew it 
was me. You were talking about me! It was like you 
looked into my mind. I never thought anyone would 
say such things about me, especially someone I 
loved. I always felt worthless. You made me so 
happy that I started crying again for happiness. I 
was so overwhelmed that couldn't say a thing so I 
wrapped my arms and legs around you and pulled 
you deeper into me to tell you how grateful I was 
that you loved me and wanted me. 


It was only after that then I really felt what was 
going on. Your cock was gigantic it felt good but it 
hurt too. You don't know what it is like to have a 
man twice your size in the softest part of you who is 
out of his mind with lust. You have no idea how 
brave you have to be or how great it feels to give 
you self to a man" Jill popped up her head and gave 
me a grin. "Do you daddy? Were you learning about 
sex by doing it with guys?" We laughed and I shook 
my head no. "I know you really couldn't do it with 
guys by how excited I made you." 


"You went so crazy over me that you fucked all the 
crap out of me.  I mean it. I was full of crap about 
being mad about leaving the city and modeling. At 
that moment was just a woman being a woman.  I 
knew everything else was trivial.  Being a person and 
feeling love is all that really matters. Then I got 
caught up in the pleasure and faded out. Sometimes 
it would hurt a little and your cock would bring me 
back to reality but after a while I was swept away 
into the pleasure.  My skin would feel all tingly and 
then it would pulse through me making me feel extra 
good.  Then it would stop and I would just feel great. 
Then my skin would feel tingly and the rhythm would 
start again and I would feel even better.  Every once 
in a while it seemed like you would go crazy and go 
extra fast.  Something seemed wrong. I didn't want 
it to end but I knew you needed to come but 
something was holding you back.  Then it hit me you 
were still afraid that you were raping me." 


I knew if I paid attention, you would show me what 
to do so I stopped drifting off and felt all the special 
things you were doing with your cock.  You were an 
artist. The pleasure kept threatening to overwhelm 
me but I fought off and stayed with you.  The 
hardest part was fighting off the tingling feeling so I 
wouldn't start pulsing because if that started I would 
be gone. I thought I was excited before but with out 
the pulsing I just kept getting higher and higher.  It 
seemed that my skin was glowing but I stayed with 
you. Then there was a feeling deep inside of me. It 
felt warm and nice.  Then the feeling exploded and 
my uterus started pulsing and glowing.  This rhythm 
was very different. It wasn't a tingle it was an atom 
bomb going off inside of me and the pulses weren't 
just pluses they were shock waves.  It wasn't gentle. 
It wasn't soft. When the pulsing spread to my pussy 
I could feel my pussy contracting and relaxing, which 
made me feel like my pussy was on fire. It didn't end 
there the pulsing engulfed me.  I was pulsing all 
over. I felt like I was glowing and enflamed with 
pleasure. The feeling was so intense at first that I 
thought it would destroy me. I had no choice so I 
went with it.  For a second there I actually hoped it 
would kill me. What a way to die being swept way 
with pleasure.  I couldn't think at all. All I could feel 
was ecstasy.   Then I could hear myself moaning and 
moving under you. I just drifted in and out of bliss 
letting the after shocks take me where they will. 


Something brought me back. I could feel you change 
and I knew you were about to come and I had to be 
there for you. The explosion of pleasure was over but 
I didn't miss it.  It was like going from heaven to 
nirvana. One moment I was filled with pleasure and 
the next I was filled peace and the peace was even 
better then the pleasure was, as great as it was. I 
was totally yours and you were everything.  Then I 
could feel you stiffen and let lose. You started yelling 
and coming into me. It felt wonderful having you 
come in me. I could feel your prick but I couldn't feel 
your come inside of me.  But when it came out I 
could feel it on my skin. Then for a little while it 
seemed like I was in your mind and I could feel how 
proud you were for filling me up. When we came 
apart I felt so lost that I had to run away.  


"I thought you ran away because I hurt you." Jill 
looked disappointed and said, "Didn't you know what 
was going on?  Couldn't you tell what I was feeling?"  
"Honey, forcing someone to have sex is such an 
awful thing, something so wrong that I couldn't 
accept what I was feeling.  I never had the 
confidence to trust my own intuitions outside of my 
practice. What I did was still wrong no matter what 
because there was a point when I was so out of 
control I didn't care what you felt." "No daddy you 
don't get it; not only did I want it to happen I made 
it happen." "You couldn't have.  You're changing 
everything around. Those guys had guns. They made 
me rape you and they made you agree to it at, gun 
point"  

Jill looked down as if she was going to admit that she 
did something wrong. She said, "I admit I was 
scared when that big guy grabbed me.  I was coming 
out of the bathroom. I had just finished drying off 
after a shower.  All I had on was a towel and I lost 
that, quickly.  But when the big guy said something 
about his own father being a brutal bastard and 
fucking his sister I knew I could control him. I 
probably could have talked him out of the whole 
thing.  I could have done a lot of things but I had an 
inspiration. I knew the safest thing I could do, the 
one thing that couldn't fail, was to play through his 
fantasy about killing his father for raping his sister.  


I also knew for the first time that I wanted you to 
fuck me. If that guy didn't grab me, I might have 
never known it but at that moment I wanted it to 
happen more then I ever wanted anything in my life.  
I knew just what to say so he would think the whole 
thing was his idea. I started talking about being 
afraid that he was going to rape me and being afraid 
of my father. When he started dragging me out of 
my room I knew what was going to happen and that 
there was no turning back."  


I still couldn't believe her and said, "But you were 
thrown on the bed and you begged not be raped?"  
"I had to do it so I could control the guys. Unless we 
played out their fantasy they would have killed us.  
They thought that they knew what was going to 
happen but I was way ahead of them, and they lost." 
Now I was really confused.


"There was also something else. I needed an excuse 
to let myself go sexually.  It's crazy I walk around 
being sexy all the time but it's my job is to prevent 
anything from happening? Why me? Men are the 
powerful ones. They should be responsible but they 
dump all the hard jobs on the females.  Girls have all 
the choices in the world and we can't act on them. 
We aren't even allowed to feel what we want to feel.  
We can't even allow ourselves to feel desire.  We are 
supposed to feel what society tells to feel and we 
aren't given any choices.  Being helpless and thrown 
on the bed and being held at gun point freed me of 
any blame.  It was the first time I really allowed 
myself to feel my own desire.  That's why rape is so 
bad. Our minds are enslaved but as long as we 
control our bodies then we can live with it. When sex 
is forced upon us then we have nothing is left.  If 
this happened with anyone else it would have been 
the worst then dying. Being forced to do what you 
want to do gives you freedom. I was forced to have 
sex with you, which is what I really wanted to do.  
So I wanted to be forced.  Which meant, I wasn't 
forced but if I wasn't forced then how could I be 
forced to do what I wanted, in the first place?  Now I 
am getting mixed up." "Jill forget trying to figure it 
out. We can talk about it later, much later. 


I told her, "I just want to know what you were 
feeling."  She took a breath. "I was excited. It was 
like being in a play or a movie where you already 
read the script and know how the whole thing turns 
out. I was an actor playing a part."  "What do you 
mean playing a part?  You were terrified."  "No I 
fooled you, I had too.  If you didn't think that I was 
afraid, then the guys would have known and they 
would have killed you. I didn't plan on that when I 
got the big guy to act out his fantasy. When I got in 
the room I realized that I had to fool you too.  


I couldn't bring myself to manipulate you before this 
because I love you so much.  I couldn't even do it 
get you to listen to me about the contact. It was so 
frustrating. I tried several times to set it up but I 
couldn't go through with it.  Then yesterday I did 
something far worse: I tricked you into thinking you 
were raping me. I am the one who is guilty, not you.  
It was just that things had gone too far and I didn't' 
know what else to do. I couldn't let them kill you.  If 
I had to choose between letting them kill me and 
tricking you I might have let them kill me, I don't 
know. But I couldn't stand it if they hurt you so I had 
to do it.  I am sorry. I am so sorry!" 
  

What she said made no sense. I said, "You were out 
of your mind with fear: you were terrified I could see 
it on your face."  Jill smiled and said, "Do you want 
me to prove it?'  I just looked at her.  "Here is what I 
did..."  Jill sat up and looked at me. Then she 
covered her face and bowed her head down toward 
the sheets. Then she took her hands way. As she 
raised her head you could see that her face had 
completely changed; it was like last night. Jill looked 
up at me.  "Please dad, I don't want to die. Please do 
it, so they won't kill us." It was like; I was having a 
flash back.  All the sudden it was yesterday and it 
was happening again. Then I felt dizzy and confused. 
"What happened?" "Ok, I'll do it again.  It was like 
an instant replay. Her face changed again.  It was 
exactly the same. She again became the terrified 
little girl; that I saw yesterday. Jill looked up at me.  
"Please dad, I don't want to die. Please do it, so they 
won't kill us." The whole thing made my hair stand 
on end.  Still I was fascinated. I never thought that 
anyone could change their expression so quickly and 
so precisely. Jill hung her head and looked ashamed. 
She said, "So now you know."  

Then she looked up, her expression changed and she 
gave a little giggle. "Want me to do it again?" "No I 
couldn't stand it. What are you?" "Dad, don't look at 
me like that. I'm your daughter not a monster.  I am 
a model and I have to change my expression in an 
instant. It not like the movies where you have a 
script and you can prepare for days. The 
photographer says give me terrified and you do." 
She covered her face and when she took her hands 
away she looking terrified.  Then she repeated the 
process and looked angry, then grateful, then 
perplexed.  You have to look the way the 
photographer wants you to instantly or you don't 
work.  I have to tell a story in the time it takes for a 
person to look at a picture in a magazine with only 
my body and nothing else." Even though I saw the 
process take place in front of my eyes it was still 
mind boggling. I said, "I had no idea that anyone 
could do that.  You are absolutely amazing."


Jill said, "It was no different then last night.  I played 
a game with those guys."  "Jill. It wasn't a game last 
night. Not to me it wasn't"  "It was a game and we 
were playing for our lives.  I didn't like doing it but I 
had to make you believe the story too. If you didn't 
buy it then the guys would have seen that the whole 
thing was an act and we would have been dead. 
They really came there to kill us; you know. When 
the tall guy grabbed me in my room he said 
something about his father raping his sister and how 
he wished he could have killed him.  It was then that 
I knew how to save us. All, I had to do was play into 
his fantasy. I used fantasy to make people buy 
clothes. That was my job. Then I found that I could 
do it in real life too. Playing with other people's 
heads was something to do on the set while you're 
waiting to have your picture taken. All the models do 
it. 


Those guys wouldn't have stopped with us. If they 
killed us
immediately, they would have gone to someone 
else's house and they would have murdered more 
innocent people. They wanted to kill us right away. 
The big guy justified his brutality by thinking that 
everyone was brutal. So I got him to believe that he 
could test his idea by forcing you to fuck me. He 
thought that if you fucked me you would have raped 
me and beaten me senseless. His fantasy was that 
he would prove to himself and his friend that he was 
right about everyone being brutal. All he had to do 
get you to fuck me. The guy in your room was 
younger and not as far gone. He had doubts about 
killing. The big guy wanted a demonstration. Then he 
would have had the younger guy kill you for raping 
me. Then he would have killed me himself.  It would 
have been and act of kindness in his twisted sick 
mind. He would have put the victim, poor little me, 
out of my misery, with a bullet. He didn't expect that 
you would be gentle and loving. When you were, 
then neither of them knew what to do.  They couldn't 
hurt anyone after that, at least not for a long while. I 
am sure they spent the rest of the night just driving 
around and smoking crack. Don't think that I didn't 
feel anything or I was sitting back laughing at you or 
those guys.  It wouldn't have worked if I didn't 
believe it too. Yet at same time I was playing a role 
where I controlled them and you.  I mean I was the 
helpless naked little girl one the bed but I was the 
one in control.  I made everything turn out the way I 
wanted. Even having sex with you was what I 
wanted.  


"The only thing that surprised me was how dry I 
was.   I can make myself wet it's like crying on cue. I 
use it in pictures when I have to look like I am 
attracted to someone or something. When he was 
dragging me down the hall I wanted you, I lusted for 
you.  At the same time I was trying to make myself 
wet. Maybe it was because I was trying to force 
something that I really felt at the same time. I never 
tried that before.  I guess it doesn't work.  It made 
the whole thing more convincing though. I wasn't 
worried I had faith that you would make everything 
work out." 


"Daddy, are you sure you weren't screwing around 
on mom or taking sex lesions?"  "Well, I read a lot of 
books on the subject." "Did you do this stuff to 
mom?" A look came in her eyes, "You couldn't have." 
"After the last time your mother and I made love, I 
resolved to be great lover. Jill was your pussy 
actually pulsing with pleasure?" "Oh yes daddy it was 
wonderful." I wanted her to know how much I tried 
to make love with Joan and said "I got every book I 
could find on sex and memorized them all. With my 
ability to see how things work in my mind I didn't 
need any practice just one more chance but your 
mother kept avoiding me. It's not like I didn't try to 
make love to her before this.  I was successful with 
the few women I met before your mother. She was 
the first woman that I couldn't turn on.  I tried and 
tried but she had no passion.  I would start to make 
love to her, rather then fuck her, but no matter what 
I did she was just going through the motions. She 
gave me relief but no love.  I went through a time 
when I tried to seduce her. I tried everything from 
taking her to St Crux to spiking some brownies with 
hash and getting her drunk on Champaign. That time 
she fell asleep with me on top of her.  Every time I 
tried to create any romance I always ended feeling 
foolish.  

It wasn't all bad, your mother and I had some great 
times together. We did love each other.  It's just that 
we were never really lovers. Your mother considered 
marriage a business arraignment. She made me feel 
like she was doing me a favor by staying with me. 
Somehow she convinced me that marriage was 
something I had to do so I could start a business." 
"Jill looked a little disappointed that doesn't sound 
like a good reason to get married to me." "I guess I 
didn't know any better. It seemed a like a good idea 
at the time but now I realize that your mother was 
more interested in my contacts in the oil business 
then me.  Once we were married, and she became a 
member of the Davenport Family, she lost interest in 
me.  At that point the only passion in my life was my 
practice of architecture and it consumed me."


Jill looked like she was going to cry and said, "It was 
the same with me; no one loved or cared about me 
until last night."  I had to say something, "No honey, 
you were loved: it was just you let your mother talk 
you intro thinking that no on cared. Plenty of people 
loved you and cared about you.  There were people 
in modeling who cared." "No one cared. It's a cut 
throat business." "People helped you. The 
photographer, who gave up the spring fashion shoot 
for you, cared.' "He was just a pervert." "Come on 
Jill you don't believe that." "No, I guess not but he 
was an exception" "Didn't other people help you?" 
"Yes, but maybe they just wanted to make money."  
"And your lawyer, he would have made lots of money 
suing your mother and you said he was more 
interested in revenge then money. What made him 
stop?" Jill dropped her eyes. "He cared about you, 
admitted it."  "Well maybe."  "What your mother did 
was unforgivable but she wouldn't have quit her job 
if she didn't love you. You must know that I always 
loved you."  "How can I know that!  I am sure you 
always cared about me but, love?  How can I know 
that you really loved me?" I told her, "I can show 
you."  Jill looked confused, but I had an inspiration. I 
always trusted my inspirations when it came to 
architecture but now I knew that I should always 
trust them no matter what.  Jill made me realize 
things about myself that I never dreamed of and 
with what I experienced today I convinced that it 
would work.  If I pulled this off it would make 
winning the Pritzker Architecture Prize seem trivial. 


I asked her, "Are you up for a little more love 
making?"  She was always ready it seemed and said, 
"Sure, I am but wait I'm going to need something to 
drink, first."  Jill took a drink from the mug and 
handed to me.  "You are thirsty too I can tell.  You 
should drink more water it's good for you.  The ice 
was gone but the water was still cold.  I was going to 
try something special and sound of the rain outside 
was going to help I said, "We are going to do 
something. I can't tell you too much about it now. 
Once we start I just want you to do exactly as I say.  
When it happens, you can talk a little but anything 
intense will break the spell.  We are going to lie 
down on our sides and I am gong to fuck you from 
behind."  "You gonna fuck me in the butt, cool." 
"Sorry honey, I am not going to fuck your butt, not 
today.' "Someday soon, right dad?"  "We'll see.  


Now pay attention. If you were on top it would be 
like you were facing my feet."  "That wouldn't be 
good how we could kiss?" I lay down on my side next 
to her. "Like this." I turned her head toward me and 
bent over and gave her a long deep kiss. "Oh that's 
great."  "This way I will be in charge but we will be 
looking in the same direction. I want you to look at 
the wall not at any of the pictures or out the window. 
Do you understand?"  "No problem. I do this stuff all 
the time."  "Ok here we go." I wet my middle finger 
and reached down in front of her.  I started at the 
top of her vulva and slid my finger down to her clit 
and touched it. Jill jerked with surprise but before 
she knew what happened she was wet and my finger 
had already penetrated her.  I shook my finger as I 
pushed it in all the way in. Then I drew little circles 
inside of her pussy with my finger. Then I opened up 
her pussy with my hand.  "Now reach between your 
legs and put me in. You have to be the one who puts 
me in you." Once her hand touched my penis, it 
reacted instantly.  It was a tight fit but once she got 
a hold of my prick I let go of her pussy and grabbed 
her hips. She inserted my now fully erect penis into 
her. I pulled her toward me forcing myself in as far 
as I could go. "Now roll over on your stomach just a 
little. Put arms at your sides. Ok, reach back inside 
of my arms hold me to you.  Now wrap you legs 
around my legs. Don't hold me too tight. I want to 
be as deep in you as I can. That's good you are 
doing it just right. How are you doing? Can you hold 
that?' Jill responded, "It a piece of cake. I can hold 
you like this as long as you like."  "Now that my 
hands are free.  I can do anything."  I pulled her 
head around and kissed her again.  Great, "I 
grabbed her hips and gently began to fuck her. I took 
a few long strokes.  Then I pushed in as far as I 
could. "Now look at the wall and say I love you and 
think of me.'  "I love you..."  "No, say it to you self 
and make sure your thinking of me." "Oh daddy: 
Who else but you?"  "Hush. Make sure you look at 
the wall.  I am going to do exactly the same thing."
   

Then I ran my hands down her sides. I moved too 
fast at first so nothing happened. I slowed up and 
still nothing.  So I nuzzled her ear and kissed it and 
then tickled it with my tongue.  I could feel the 
goose flesh move over us.  Then I went back to 
running my hands over her.  Then I started moving 
my prick inside of her. I knew I had to stop and go 
back to my original position. Then I held her tight to 
take some of the pressure off of her. I felt that I was 
trying too hard so I just relaxed. I knew that if I let 
myself get frustrated nothing would work. So I forget 
about everything. I knew being inside of Jill was 
magic. I kept saying "I love you." and enjoyed the 
moment.  I relaxed more and more and stopped 
trying. It was enough to just be inside of her no 
matter what happened. I knew Jill and I could trust 
her to do her part.  I just relaxed and started drifting 
off to the sound of the rain. I just held her and let 
her hold me.  I kept saying I love you, I love you and 
I just let everything, go. I may have fallen asleep 
because the next thing I knew I was stroking her 
side again.  It felt a little strange.  I just relaxed and 
let the feeling grow.  I could feel my side being 
stroked.   At first I thought Jill was doing it but; no I 
was feeling what it was like to be touched by own my 
hands. They were rougher then I thought.  I was 
feeling what Jill was feeling.  I put my tongue her ear 
again and I felt an intense feeling of a tongue in my 
ear.  No, it was Jill's ear.  No, it was our ear.   I was 
inside of her.  I was in her mind and could feel her 
body like it was my own. I reached down and felt 
Jill's perfect little breast.  Jill said, "Do it again. I 
can't believe how great they feel to you, it makes no 
sense. When I touch another girl's breast it doesn't 
feel like that.  I just thought guys touched them to 
make the girl feel good. They feel special to you. 
They feel great." I touched her breast again. "I never 
would have believed it. No wonder you like them, so 
much." Now I was going to see if this was real or 
not.  I was going to see if she could hear my 
thoughts with out me speaking.  I thought "Jill, do you 
like the way this feels."   She said, "Sure dad, I don't 
know what you're doing but I feel so close to you its 
like we are in each others minds" "Now, you are going 
to feel what I feel when I fuck you"  and I moved in her. I 
couldn't move too fast or we would lose the contact.  
I was surprised how soft the skin on my penis felt. 
Jill said, "It feels like an iron bar to you?  To me your 
penis is soft, the skin I mean. Your penis is hard but 
the skin is so soft it makes me jealous. This is what 
you feel when you're inside of me. It feels great. I'm 
inside of me."  I looked into her memory I could see 
that she did gave some boy a hand job. She saw 
what I saw, but didn't know what was happening and 
said, "I only did it once daddy, I'm sorry.  How can 
you know so much about me, it's like you looking 
into my mind?" I told her with my thoughts, "We are 
one." but she missed it. She said, "I only did it once, 
I am sorry." I told her, "Sex isn't wrong, so don't say you 
are sorry. You hardly did anything.  You let yourself get 
groped a few time and someone gave you a passionate kiss 
once. You manipulated everything so there were no 
opportunities." "It wasn't easy."  I could see that there 
was only one person in the past that she was ever 
sexually attracted to. "The photographer who took those 
sexy pictures of you, you were attracted to him.  You led him 
on." Jill responded by thinking instead of speaking 
even though, she didn't know it. She thought, "I didn't 
realize at first, what I was doing. Now I realize that I was 
attracted to him because he reminded me of you.  He looked 
like you and acted like you too." I could see the 
resemblance.  "You had a crush on him but I can't tell what 
you really felt."  "I don't know what I really felt either, the 
moment he said that he could make me a super model I 
stopped having any feelings for him."  I saw how his offer 
insulted her "He never should have offered to make you a 
supermodel, for sex." Jill responded, "He thought I couldn't 
earn it. I thought he respected me." Jill's sense of 
morality stopped anything from happening. I told 
her, "I think that he just wanted you so much that he didn't 
know what to say. He was in love with you."  Jill thought, "I 
can see that." Then it hit her. We were hearing each 
other thoughts without speaking. "Wait, daddy you 
aren't talking." "Neither are you." She was so shocked 
we were talking with out words that she started to 
speak again. She said, "I'm not?" Then she tried to 
see if our telepathy was real "I mean I'm not. What's 
happening? How can we talk without speaking?" I thought, 
"When two minds are connected you don't have to use 
words." Then I said to her in my mind, "I wanted you to 
find out for yourself, that we are inside of each other's minds 
and we can hear can each other's thoughts."  Jill couldn't 
believe it and thought, "You're tricking me, somehow. If 
you can really hear my thoughts then start fucking me 
again."  I responded with a few gentle strokes.  "You 
are reading my mind!  You're in my mind! That's not possible. 
Are you magic?"  I told her, "We're both special and 
sometimes magic happens." Jill looked into my mind too 
and thought "You had some good times with mom but 
nothing like this. I can see that you still love her."  Jill had a 
lot to learn about love and I thought, "Yes, I still love 
her.  If you love someone it never ends."  Jill responded 
by showing me her memories of Joan. As Jill became 
more successful, Joan got worse and worse. I could 
see the abuse. I told Jill, "Can't you see that your mother 
was jealous." Jill showed me more memories. It made 
me angry that anyone could be cruel to Jill, 
especially her mother. I told Jill, "She was a bitch.  She 
laughed at your tears. She loved taking away the contract 
and all you worked for." Jill showed me her memories of 
Joan and her friend making fun of me. I couldn't take 
it.  "Stop it!"  I turned way from Jill's memories of 
Joan. I couldn't stand to see that Joan and see how 
blind I was. So I thought about the happy times we 
had as family. Times we had together when Jill was 
growing up. We should have had more good times 
together but my ambition and Joan's ambition got in 
the way. Still there were good times and they were 
real, just as real, as the bad times. I showed Jill's 
the good memories of our family and the love that I 
had for her. "Oh there's me as a baby and there is me 
growing up. You and mom were with me in Central Park we 
were all playing.  I must have been three.  You loved me. I 
can see mom in your memories telling you how proud she 
was of me. You both loved me. I never knew. Please, can we 
do this forever?"  She felt my doubts.  I didn't know 
how long this would last and I there two things I 
wanted her to learn.  I went to the main reason first. 
I didn't just want to show her memories. I wanted to 
show her what she really meant to me. I flooded her 
with pictures that I had of her in my mind. Not of the 
Jill who lived in the real world but the Jill who lived in 
my mind. "Oh daddy, I not nearly that great or perfect."  
Then I showed her what she looked like to me when 
we were making love. "Who's that?  You can't think that I 
look like that? You do think that's me. I don't look like that no 
one does. No one could be that beautiful." I told her, "Not 
only are you that beautiful, to me, but everything you do and 
say gives me pleasure." Jill still couldn't believe it. I 
had showed her the images I had of her.  Then even 
more importantly, I showed her my thoughts. I 
showed her what I really thought about her.  "You 
praise me constantly in your mind; you keep saying to your 
self that I do everything right the first time, but you never say 
it to me. You think I am funny, too.  I do, say that stuff, but I 
never knew how much you liked it.  You meant all those 
things that you said about me.  You really think that I am a 
love goddess.  Oh daddy, you love me so..." When she 
saw how much I loved her. Her feelings of joy and of 
love swept over us.  Our bodies responded.  I started 
fucking her again and when Jill felt, what I felt, her 
whole pussy started contracting and relaxing. That's 
when I stopped fucking and just felt what was 
happening.  Then I took control.  I increased the 
force of the contractions and timed them so her 
vagina was milking my cock.  It was easy to do 
because I could still feel my penis and Jill's vagina at 
the same time. After I got the rhythm, just right, I 
looked for, her. She was lost in the joy of sex. I 
thought, "Listen, Jill." But she was so caught up in 
pleasure that she didn't respond. I figured that if I 
spoke to her it might get her attention. I said "JILL 
WAKEUP!  Fight it there is something I want you to 
learn." Her discipline brought her back.  I could feel 
her return to me. "Stay with me. I'm going to show you 
something: feel how your pussy is pulsing." "Ok, so what?" I 
took the pulsing in her vagina and pushed it harder.  
"Daddy, why did you bring me back?" I kept squeezing 
my penis with her vagina. "Oh, I see your cock feels so 
good. I can feel what it feels. It's wonderful." She still 
didn't get it, so I told her, "Forget what my cock is 
feeling and think about what is causing the feeling. Feel what 
your pussy is doing. What I am making it do?" I bore 
down, milking my cock with her vagina. "Oh, I do see 
it. I feel what you are doing with my pussy. You are 
massaging your penis with my vagina.  Can do I that too?" 
She answered her own question. She took over, 
squeezing and milking my penis with her vagina. "Oh 
yes... Yes... Girls are great. No wonder you worship us." 
She started to cry.   She got it right the first time.  
She did it far better then I did and the feeling in my 
penis became was so intense, from her squeezing, 
that when she felt it, it made her come.  When her 
organism hit me, I came too.   We were swept way.  
I didn't have to concentrate any more I could feel my 
penis being pleasured by her.  It was the best feeling 
that I ever had. We were still in touch so we 
experienced two organisms at once.  I was lost in 
wave after wave of pleasure.  My whole body pulsed 
with pleasure I felt like I was glowing.  At the same 
time I could feel myself pouring ever drop of myself 
into, My Love. We were both in an ocean of pleasure. 
We found each other and embraced, forever. The 
next thing I knew we were back and it was quiet, 
incredibly quiet.  The storm was over and the silence 
was intense. I felt a sense of peace that I had never 
felt before. Jill had let go of me but I was holding her 
to me and I was still inside her. She was face down 
on the bed, sobbing. My eyes were a little wet too. 
We were just there together for I don't know how 
long. Then I wanted to kiss her and she knew it.  I 
knew she was going to turn around and I tried to pull 
back, but it was too late. She tried to turn around so 
I couldn't move. She kept trying to twist and turn 
but she got no where. I couldn't help laughing. 
"You're stuck silly."  I pushed her legs apart and 
pulled myself out of her. "Oh daddy I hate that."  
"Come on honey give me a hug."  She turned around 
and grabbed me for all she was worth. It was the 
second time she squeezed me so tight that it felt like 
my ribs were breaking. The kid didn't know her own 
strength." "Oh daddy you are God. You're a king.  
You're my love master. You taught me to milk your 
cock!"  "I hope you will remember all my lessons, I 
reminded her.   She said, "I will never forget today 
as long as I live."  "Neither will I, but Jill please 
remember how you squeezed my cock with your 
pussy. It's very important." Jill kissed my chest and 
said, "I promise that I will remember everything you 
taught me, master." I still wanted a kiss so I said, 
"Ok, now I want a kiss a real..." I couldn't finish 
because she already had her tongue in my mouth. It 
was a nice long kiss.
    

After we came up for air, Jill said, "Daddy the storm 
is over." I said, "Well that's perfect timing because 
we are going out for brunch. Come on Jill I saw how 
hungry you are and I can't allow my daughter to 
starve. Get dressed; we're going to a nice place." 
"Where are we going, daddy?" she asked. I teased 
her a little and said, "Can't you tell?" "I can't read 
your mind like before. I can only see some things." I 
told her, "We're going to the Red Rose Tavern. It's 
the best place for brunch that I know of, so put on 
something special." She looked down and I could tell 
she was getting a little mushy. "It's our first date." I 
knew she wanted a hug but there is only so much 
mush a man can take. "That's why I want you to 
look nice, now go." She was up in a shot and out of 
the room.  


I just lay there for a few seconds, drinking the whole 
thing in. Then I roused myself and got dressed.  I 
put on the clothes that I usually wear when I go to a 
nice restaurant.  I was standing in front of the mirror 
adjusting my tie when I heard Jill from behind me. 
"The tie isn't right." I turned around.   The dress that 
she had on was so beautiful that I said "That's the 
most beautiful dress I ever saw."  "Do you like it 
daddy?" She just looked at me expecting more.  "It 
looks great on you. What?" Look at the label. I had 
no idea what Jill was getting at. She bent her head 
over so I could look at the label.  "Jillda? What brand 
is that."  "Daddy don't you get it; Jillda, J. I. L. L. 
and D. A., Jill Davenport. It's my brand or would 
have been until your bitch wife...  Any way it's a 
sample of one of my designs. We were going to start 
off with a line for preteens. We already had a slogan, 
"*We're Not Teens. We're Not Girls. We're Special.*" 
I know it makes my skin crawl too. I am ashamed to 
say I thought it up but it would have moved the 
product. The clothes were going to be made with 
new kind of computer controlled machines that 
would have adjusted the proportions especially for 
preteens. It's hard to fit the age group properly. 
They aren't teens or girls." I couldn't resist, "But 
they're special." Jill just looked at me,. "Armani it 
selling this one, I think. Oh dad, the whole line was 
broken up and sold. It breaks my heart."  

I didn't know what to say. So, I went over to the 
jewelry box. It wasn't Joan's anymore, nothing here 
was hers.  I took out the Akoya pearl necklace that I 
had given Joan in one of my many attempts to woo 
her over. I put the necklace around Jill's neck and 
clasped it. In a cheery voice Jill said, "We're going to 
screw mommy in the divorce, aren't we?"  My 
response was less then cheery, "This will be the first 
time I ever really got to screw her."  Jill said, "I hope 
she likes it, cause you can really screw, can't you 
daddy?"  Jill laughed and I had to laugh at that one. 
I hadn't laughed like that in years. I missed 
laughing. It was going to be pleasure, before work 
from now on.  


"I have to lock up the place before we go."  I left Jill 
in my bed room. Which I hoped was going to our 
bedroom from now on. I locked up the house as tight 
as I could.  I wasn't going to be a victim any more.  I 
was going get the best divorce lawyer money can 
buy and the best security system that money could 
buy for the house.  I might even buy a gun.  Not for 
Joan.  She didn't deserve to be shot. She was going 
to get what she deserved by not being able to 
control Jill or me any more and by losing a ton of 
money.  All our joint assets would become mine and 
Jill's. Her engagement ring and all the other crappy 
jewelry she picked out would be hers.  Along with all 
her clothes and the rest of the crap she owned. The 
woman had no taste and I wanted no reminders of 
her around.  I was going to cold cock the bitch, with 
the divorce papers at the airport. We both had plenty 
to threaten her with.  I could have the Davenport 
Family turn against her with a phone call. After the 
divorce she would still end up with more money then 
she deserved. So screw her. When I got to the living 
room, Jill was looking at the front page of the 
newspaper. "Look what I found in the mailbox.  She 
placed her thumb next to an insert on the front page 
and handed it to me. "You should read this."  I am 
sure it's them.  I met Alex Daniella, in the mall few 
months ago. He started hitting on me but I told him 
he was too old.   I guess I should have told him that 
he was too young. He was the same height and 
weight as the guy with the shot gun. Working in 
fashion I can tell these things. He was there with a 
bunch of guys.  A few of them knew me from school. 
They must have told him, all about me. There was 
another guy there too he was very tall even taller 
then Alex. He was about the same height and weight 
as the guy who grabbed me last night.  I have a 
feeling that it must have been them. The name and 
the heights and weighs match. It's enough for me.


TWO LOCAL MEN KILLED
IN LAST NIGHTS STORM
___________________
__________

     State troopers 
identified Alex Daniella
18 and Ian Daneby 
20, who were 
pronounced dead at 
the scene of an 
accident on Bulkley 
Avenue. The auto 
was traveling at a 
high rate of speed in 
rainy weather. As the 
auto rounded a 
curve, it ran off the 
road to the right, 
overturned and 
struck a tree while 
the vehicle was on 
its side, which 
caused the interior of 
the car to collapse. 
The police are at a 
loss to explain the 
large number of fire 
arms found in the 
car. A police 
spokesman said the 
case was under 
investigation"


Something clicked, I said, "I'm sure it's them too. 
They should have died a worse death."  Jill was more 
logical about it. "At least they are dead and can't 
terrorize anyone else." Jill pulled off my tie and 
pushed me down on the couch. Sit down you're too 
tall. She put on a tie that was much brighter. "That 
was a business' lunch tie, daddy, not a date tie."  
What could I say? She knew fashion, not me. "I hope 
you don't mind that wore panties. I wanted to go 
with your semen still in me. If you want to feel me 
up at brunch I can still take a shower." "Let's go out 
like this. I didn't shower either; I wanted your scent 
on me, too" "Oh daddy, were going to have a great 
life."  I knew it wasn't going to be that easy, but I 
didn't say anything. I took the paper and the tie and 
threw them on the couch and jumped up. I 
straighten myself up and Jill followed suit by 
primping her hair. I gave Jill a little kiss and a slap 
on the butt.  It was time for us to get going. We 
stepped out of the old house together. The storm had 
cleared the air and the sun was so bright it made my 
eyes water.  I shut the door and made sure that it 
was locked.    
  


TO BE CONTINUED

Home Invasion II

Home Invasion III

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