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



INRODUCTION

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

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

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


Warning

1.   The story appears to involve forced sex at gun 
point and may upset some people. The sex in the 
story is actually consensual but involves incest 
between a father and daughter where the 
daughter is 13 years old. The story is not 
pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 

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


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



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


HOME INVASION
By Ho Masubi

CHAPTER 1



The Saturday before the 4th of July should be 
bright but a storm killed the natural light so I 
turned on the artificial lights in my office. I 
looked over the plans for renovating a French 
Chateau. Tomorrow's meeting with the owners 
meant everything. I felt honored they considered 
me, an American for the job. 

I work at home in my office upstairs since we 
moved to Westchester. My wife insisted we 
move. She wanted our daughter Jill to quit 
modeling. Jill begged and pleaded but we moved 
anyway. I never asked why my wife wanted Jill to 
quit. Jill made a lot of money but we didn't need 
it. 

I heard a noise in the hall. My wife Joan left for 
Qatar to negotiate an oil lease a few days ago. Jill 
knew to warn me about visitors because I usually 
wear a robe with nothing underneath.  The 
storm made it unlikely someone just stopped 
over.  We lived in a safe neighborhood and rarely 
lock our door. Our gravel driveway serves as our 
only burglar alarm.  

I walked into the hall and I ended up looking 
down the barrel of a shotgun. The last time I saw 
a gun I lived in Texas with the Davenports. 

He wore a ski mask at 6'3' he weighed about 300 
lbs. I'm an architect so I can tell someone's 
height and weight. He seemed young only 18 but 
I couldn't be sure. He gestured for me to turn 
around and yanked my robe off from behind.  I 
wondered why he wanted to take my robe but 
felt relieved when he told me to sit back down.  
Then I wondered about Jill.


The answer came quickly. I heard Jill struggling 
and pleading for him not for him not rape her. 
Then a guy with a red ski mask dragged Jill into 
the room. He had 3 inches on the first guy and 
weighed about 290.  She wore no clothes and her 
big blue eyes looked as wide as saucers.  I felt 
stunned at her beauty.  She lacked any hair on 
her body. Her A cup breasts looked perfect as the 
rest of her.    

"With your looks, I'm sure her screws you every 
day." I tried to stand up but he shoved me back 
down and said, "No, he's too gay to fuck her. He's 
too gay to fuck anyone." He held the shotgun to 
my head and I said not a word.  "Oh he screws 
her all right." Jill said couldn't stand it if they 
watched her dad fucking her. 

Then he 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 "You 
want to die bitch?" Then he moved the gun back 
and forth so Jill shook her head no. "You're a 
good little whore?" Then with the gun he made 
her nod yes. And you really like fucking your 
dad?" Her eyes said no but he made her nod yes. 
"My friend thinks your dad it too gay to fuck you, 
but I bet you love it. I bet you want everyone to 
know he's screwing you. So I'm going to grant 
your wish. We're going to make him fuck you. If 
you lied about wanting to fuck him then you're 
both dead. Not pleasantly either.  


We can torture you first and then shoot you.  
You understand?" Jill nodded yes again. Then he 
pulled the gun out of her mouth.  He picked me 
up from behind and threw me on the bed. "I said 
I'm not going to rape my own daughter!" "We 
just smoked crack and you know crack heads 
and you know what happens when we get mad. 
You can't fit in her but you better try damn 
hard." The other guy said, "My sister said, my 
fathered fuck her but I never saw it because he 
died."  "Your sister's a liar.   It's impossible for a 
man this big to fit in a girl this small. We have a 
bet I say you can't fit and my friend here says you 
can.  We both want to see you try. If you fail we'll 
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." "But I'm too 
soft." "You're 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 never saw pussy without 
hair except in pictures.   Jill's pussy looked 
beautiful.  I couldn't help thinking it's over 5 
years since I tasted any.  I pushed my tongue 
against her slut hole and slid it up down. I felt an 
immediate response.  I tried to push my tongue 
inside but couldn't. I pulled back and started 
spitting on her pussy.  I really poured on the 
saliva.  One of the thugs said "see he's spitting on 
her."  "Even her dad hates her." "Go ahead rape 
the bitch.  Fuck her up. Fuck the bitch up. Go 
ahead beat the shit out of her while you're at it" 


I didn't care what they said. I felt determined to 
give Jill as much pleasure and love as possible 
even if it killed me. Besides it was the first time 
ever with a world class beauty, even if she was 
my daughter. I planned to fuck her as if our lives 
depended on it because it did.  After this I 
figured either they'd kill us or I would go to 
prison for the rest of my life.  

I covered her pussy with kisses to save our lives 
but once I touched her pussy having sex with her 
became the most important thing.  I held her ass 
checks in my hands they felt like silk and her 
flesh felt like heaven.  I wished I could spend a 
day making love to her butt. I licked her little 
hole in earnest she opened up I moved up to her 
vulva.  I felt the ecstasy of exploring my 
daughter. 


Then I found her clit and licked it.  She stiffened 
at first and I thought I hurt her but I kept licking. 
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. Then I explored her 
while my finger tongued her clit.  Jill writhed 
around like a bitch in heat.  I fingering the 
bottom of her pussy and Jill closed her eyes and 
heard breathing. I never felt as this powerful.  
Jill, a world class beauty, belonged to me.

I made her wet and 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 at the same time.  Her juices 
tasted like wine and made me feel intoxicated.  

"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 and entering 
her meant everything.  As I started to mount her 
she bent her knees and spread them for me. We 
both acted on instinct like we every male and 
female whoever mated. 

I slowly pushed my cock inside and saw her 
smile and her tears.  I gently started pumping 
her with tiny strokes. 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 I felt she broke my 
ribs.  

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 being the first one 
in someone so beautiful.   Then we became the 
same person for an instant.



He poked me 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. The whole time I 
thought the words I love you I love you and I 
tried to radiate my love into to her.  I rolled us 
over a little and I cradled her in my arms and 
rocked her back and forth while I moved inside 
of her. I buried my face in 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 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 
knew intuitively what she wanted. I learned to 
play close attention to my partner and keep 
doing different things. When something worked 
I kept it up until she started to calm down.  Then 
I kept trying new things until something worked.  


With Jill I knew what she wanted like I could 
read her mind and I gave it too her.  Moreover I 
tried things with my penis I only read about and 
I knew she loved it.  I never felt so much pleasure 
or so much like a man as I did then. 

Then I treated her gently. I pushed myself in all 
the way; moved my hands across her skin; 
rubbing myself against her clit. I felt her feeling 
waves of pleasure.  Then I kissed her hair and 
her forehead and moved down kissing her face 
and her cheeks.  Somehow I bent enough to give 
her a gentle kiss on the lips.  

Jill said "There're gone. There're gone." I slowed 
up a little but didn't get off I couldn't.  I decided 
to break every rule I believed in and finish the 
job no matter what punishment man or God had 
waiting for me. I increased 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. It's the greatest experience 
of my life. You're Aphrodite, my Moon Queen, a 
goddess, the love of my life.  I'm sorry I can't 
stop, Moon Queen. Jill stopped hitting me. 
Instead she kissed me, wrapped her arms and 
legs around me and held me. 


I lost control and my body took over and acted 
on instinct. I banged her as hard as I could but I 
neither knew nor cared what she felt.  I started 
feeling angry she was so beautiful and I wanted 
her so much. I knew the 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 wanted to come but something held me back, I 
thought about, the taboo against coming in my 
own daughter.  Then I realized I hadn't satisfied 
her. I used her to satisfy me but now I needed to 
give her the pleasure I took.  I started doing 
things with my cock that worked before but did it 
faster and harder. I knew if I kept this up 
everything would take care of itself. 

 I felt my heart weakening but I refused to stop.   
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.  The pressure kept building higher and 
higher but I kept fucking.  

At first I noticed Jill became still; like she knew I 
would come before I did. Then 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.

I exploded with pleasure locked in ecstasy. Then 
I became conscious of coming again and again 
into my daughter. I shot so much I could feel the 
come leaking out of her. I was proud I filled her.  
Then I came to my senses and rolled off her and 
Jill ran out of the room sobbing.  

I knew I should call the police. I felt such release 
I drifted off to asleep.  The last thing I heard was 
the shower running.


The next morning I woke to the sound of thunder 
and a tree falling. I put on my robe and ran 
downstairs.  A full force thunder and lighting 
storm raged and the rain fell like sheets. A 
Nor'easter with gale force winds surrounded the 
house. 

The big tree in the backyard was rotten and 
when hit by the lighting it exploded and nearly 
fell through the roof.  Someone should have 
removed the tree a longtime ago. 

I made coffee and drank it in the dining area.  I 
realized I should have known about the storm 
and protected the house.  I never took care of the 
grounds either. I paid others to take care of 
things men should do themselves. As I looked 
out at the devastation wrought by the storm on 
the woods behind our backyard I realized my life 
was ruined. 

Two tremendous thunder claps shook the house.  
They woke Jill, because I heard her walking 
downstairs. I waited in fear terrified at what she 
would say. She filled a glass with ice-water from 
the fridge. 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 dining area wearing a pink 
version of my silk bathrobe. "Dad what's going 
on outside isn't important. We need to talk." 


I 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 
worse.  I set my cup on the coffee table and I sat 
down on the couch.  I watched as Jill put her 
mug down on top of the napkins she brought 
with her from the kitchen.  She also put some 
napkins under my coffee cup too. I felt afraid. 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'd call the 
police and confess everything. "No just answer 
my questions. Did you really mean what you said 
last night?"  "Well I felt excited. I'm not sure 
what I said. You can't possibility know how a girl 
can affect 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. 

I haven't had sex with your mother for years."  
"Yes, but what the whores you screwed?"  "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 me I'm too conservative to 
go to whores or fooled around on mom." "So add 
lying to mom's crimes." "Mom's crimes?" 


"Last night you called me the sexiest woman in 
the world?" "I lied.  You're not attractive I just 
pretended." "Liar, you got a hard on right now."  
I didn't realize it but I was hard as a rock. I also 
noticed Jill subtly sliding back and forth on my 
lap. I didn't know what I felt.  

"Ok you better get off." "I will not. You've been 
very bad and I want you to explain yourself." 
"Look what I did last night was very wrong. I 
tried to save our lives.  Jill leaned her head 
against my chest and her robe opened up.  Then 
next thing I knew I was putting my hand into her 
robe and cupping her breast. "Now you are 
grabbing my tits; pervert."

 When I realized I tried to stop but I just 
couldn't.  Instead I kept kneading her breast.  
"You're obsessed with me." "How can you tell?" 
"You mean how can I tell, besides the fact your 
dick is hard as a rock and you're playing with my 
tits?"  I never felt so embarrassed but I couldn't 
stop.    

"I know when a man becomes obsessed over me.  
They taught us to recognize stalkers and report 
them.  Even the photographers sometimes 
became obsessed.  Remember my ads for jeans 
ads, causing such a stir?"  "I never saw them, but 
people called the ads kiddy porn." "You never 
looked at anything I did, did you? 

 I was only ten when they shot the ad.  They sold 
a lot of jeans.  It holds the record for producing 
the most sales. Afterward the photographer, Max 
Steinberg took me aside, and said since he took 
those sexy pictures all he wanted to do was screw 
me. 

He said he needed to screw me for us to work 
together. He promised if we became lovers he'd 
make me into a supermodel. I told him I wanted 
to earn it, not get it lying on my back."  

I heard things about teen models even pre-teen 
models having sex but I never believed them. 
"The bastard, if I knew what he said to you..." 
"Hush dad.  What happened, happened.  I 
stopped working with him and he helped 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's a big deal.  A big designer planned to 
introduce a new preteen line and he told them 
Ola, you wouldn't know who he is. He told them 
his biggest competitor would to a better job and 
recommended me as the lead model. It's a cut 
throat business and he made a big sacrifice. He 
must have really cared about me.  Some girls 
advance their careers as child models with sex 
but not me."  


"Now dad I want the truth or I will call the 
police."   I broke down and told her everything.  I 
still wanted her and can't stop thinking about 
her. "You're just too damn beautiful. I can't help 
myself. You're a goddess." "That's better you 
want me and you're obsessed."  

I started to apologize but Jill said, "Dad I liked 
it!"  I felt more surprised then relieved. I 
couldn't believe she actually liked what 
happened. "But honey you told me to stop." I 
thought you didn't want me.  Once you started 
saying you loved me you made me the happiest 
girl in the world and I didn't say anything after 
that?"  


"Daddy I'm a whore." "Jill stop." "Hush.  Mom 
told me women either become mommies or 
whores.  Men need to degrade woman, so God 
made whores to relieve men so they could stay 
with their wives.  She said sex is dirty and nice 
women only have sex to make babies. After that 
men go to whores for relief. Last night I 
discovered I like sex which makes me a whore. 
Nothing can change what happened last night." 
She turned and kissed me. "But you're wrong..." 
Hush don't make me call the police. It's your 
choice you can go to prison or have a young 
model as your personal whore." 


She got off me. "Dad we need a sex break. Stand 
up."  "I'm sorry Jill. I'll stop. I promise." "I said 
we need a sex break." When she saw my dumb 
look she said. "A sex break is a break where we 
have sex. I need to suck your cock." "But Jill we 
can't." 


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; 
letting her robe fall to the floor. She looked like a 
priestess right out of a movie like Raiders of the 
Lost Ark. 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 it's wonderful. I 
wanted to do this since last night."


She started stroking my cock.  "You're pretty 
good for a beginner. It's like you did it before?" 
"No but they showed us how; in case a pervert 
caught us. They make us take 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'm doing something right?"  "You're 
perfect, like always." 

Jill blushed, "I thought sex was wrong.  I even 
talked other girls out of it.  It's embarrassing if 
the other girls, like my friend Georgia knew." I 
took her hand and slowed it down. "Hush."  


I lay back and let her stroke my penis and 
enjoyed the feeling letting the pressure build. 
"Listen I want you to stroke my dick as hard as 
you can and then I'll grab your head and shove 
my penis in 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 it felt perfect.  
Using both hands she pumped furiously. I closed 
my eyes and lay back fighting the need to come.   
I never wanted the feeling to end.  Her hands felt 
so soft.  The ecstasy increase and increased.  

Then 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 showing no mercy 
slamming into her face again and again. 

When my orgasm slowed, I ran out of energy. Jill 
seemed stunned. I said. "Ok bitch start sucking." 
Jill jerked to life, she sucked my dick and I kept 
coming. Finally I stopped and pushed her face 
away.


I stared at her beautiful face.  Then I saw blood 
and I thought I gave her a bloody nose.  I licked 
the blood off her lip and kissed her. I never 
realized up until then how much I wanted a 
personal whore.  "I fucked your face hard honey. 
You may have a bloody nose," I pressed a napkin 
up against her nose but the bleeding stopped.  
"Are you ok?" "It felt great I'm so proud you 
came in my mouth. I wanted to suck your cock 
more then anything." Jill went over to the 
mirror.   "I didn't know anyone could feel so 
excited over me."  She checked her face.  "None 
the worse... In a few minutes I'll know if it's a 
bruise. I never bruise."   

She turn from the mirror and said "Dad can we 
keep going."  "If you want to, honey."  I stood up 
and picked her up. "Where are we going? I 
thought we're gonna fuck?"  "I'm going to fuck 
you all right, but why waste my nice big bed. I 
started toward the master bedroom 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 walked down the hall; buck naked carrying a 
little nude nymph, when all hell broke lose 
outside. The thunder and the lighting shook 
house and the lights flickered.  Jill held me 
tighter.

The door to the master bedroom had been left 
open like all the other doors in the house. The 
perfectly made bed looked inviting. I usually 
sleep in my office. It's not like Joan and I use it.  
Holding Jill I threw back the covers and I placed 
the mug of ice water on the headboard and 
gently laid her on the bed.  The first time I 
shared this bed I looked at her. I still couldn't 
believe her beauty.

I took the mug and I helped her up so she could 
drink. I took a drink too.  The storm raged on.  
The sound of the thunder increased my 
excitement.  
  

I needed sometime to recover. "I gave her a 
quick chaste kiss. Then I gave her a real kiss a 
loving kiss. I gently parted her lips with my 
tongue and I explored her mouth. She responded 
and we went back and forth each trying to out do 
the other with how sweet and loving a kiss could 
be.  I started to caress her breasts.  Then I held 
her breasts firmly but gently giving 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.   

Her hands swept down to my penis which she 
stroked. She did to me what I did to her. She 
broke the kiss and said. "You look so beautiful to 
me right now."   


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. 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.  Her pussy still 
looked and felt beautiful. I ran my tongue up her 
hole and drank from her sweet pussy. Then I 
took her hand and guided to her cunt. Then I 
pulled back a little. "Ok you little whore.  I want 
to masturbate for me." "I thought you're going to 
fuck me." "Not yet, you need to learn to 
masturbate."    

It's wrong for girls to masturbate?"  "Who told 
you mom?"   "She said it's the worst thing a girl 
could do. She said you'd be ashamed of me."  
"Now I worried Joan really screwed Jill up.  
"You could control me better if I didn't know 
how"  "No honey, a girl should needs to control 
her own pussy and her own body; trust me.  Now 
I'm 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!" "I felt 
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 turns me on." I loved acting like a pervert.  

I actually taught 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.  


Watching my innocent little angel acting like a 
little slut felt obscene. I loved it when she'd raise 
her head to look her at cunt.  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 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 gently fingered herself as she moaned.  I 
pushed her finger away and started eating her. I 
can't describe how great it felt.  I'd love to spend 
hours exploring her pussy.  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.  

I need your penis inside of me because it makes 
my pussy pulse."  "My penis causes you to pulse 
inside?"  I couldn't believe I could make anyone 
feel like that especially a girl this beautiful.  "Yes, 
daddy my pussy throbs for you please fuck me 
I'm about to explode." I caressed her hair as I 
slid down next to her. I checked my cock. 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 at home inside of her soft sweet pussy. 

"This feels much better then last night. You're 
not as big. You fit in me better." "Last night my 
prick hadn't come in years." "Oh daddy that's not 
right. Mom's such a bitch. I'll take care of you 
from now on." I realized no one ever wanted to 
take care of me before. 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. She 
grabbed my shoulders. Oh daddy you'll to slip 
out of me. I kissed her on the forehead and said. 
"Jill sit up." "But daddy you'll 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 
really saw her beauty for the first time.  Her 
skin, features even her little tits looked perfect.  I 
lost myself in her beautiful blue eyes as Jill 
adjusted 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're going to fuck 
me." "But daddy I can't." "Hush baby. Lean back 
as far as you can."  "But daddy I'm afraid you'll 
come out." "Obey me slave." She leaned back all 
the way and I still remained buried in her little 
hole. "Daddy you're bigger then I thought." "Ok, 
sit up again.  Now push up a little." She moved 
too fast and slipped out but she grabbed and 
slipped me right back. "Sorry dad. It won't 
happen again."  She was a good as her word.  She 
experimented moving up and down and leaning 
back and forth. "You can also move straight back 
and forth.  Jill experimented, while I just looked 
at her.  Dad it's so cool and can place you where 
ever I want.  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 
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.  
It feels unbelievable." "Jill started humping me.  
She did it faster and faster.  All the sudden I 
wrapped my arms around and stopped her."  She 
fought me at first "Why did you stop me? What 
went wrong?" "No honey I started to come." Jill 
started thrusting and I grabbed and stopped her. 
God it felt so good to grab her.  "But you want to 
come?" "I want us to come together.  

You felt 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 I'm losing it I want you to stop and wait 
till I calm down. I want you to time it so we both 
come at the same time."    


"I'm not sure." "Jill you're always perfect you'll 
make it work. 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're more beautiful then I could ever 
imagine." Jill then straightened up. "Play with 
my tits while I fuck you." 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 felt sure I was going to 
come.  Jill grabbed my arms and gave me a hug. 
"Did I do it right?" "Yes baby so far. I felt about 
to come when you stopped."  "Oh dad I want to 
be just perfect for you." 


She began fucking again and moved like a 
million dollar call girl. Then I started bucking 
around like crazy.  She hugged me and held me 
close and kept fucking. She rode me like a jockey 
and like a great jockey she kept me running but 
did it in such a way I calmed down and relaxed. 
Then she sat up and started fucking faster but 
she lost me.  "I almost came first. It's not easy 
getting us to come at the same time."  

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 need a drink. 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'm sorry I should know 
you can't drink lying on your back" She helped 
me up and 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. 

Then she picked up an ice cube and dropped the 
freezing water on my chest.  "Like the cold 
daddy, Jill teased. Such sweet torture. My kid 
performed like a champ the first time. Then she 
rubbed an ice cube over my forehead and put it 
in her mouth. "You taste great."  She took 
another ice cube and rubbed it on her tits. "Oh 
God oh God Shit.' The sight of, this beautiful 
creature rubbing the ice cube on her tits felt 
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; starting 
slowly then moving faster but varying her speed 
at the same time; only to stop and repeat the 
process. Then I thought she took me too far. I 
knew I couldn't hold it and exploded and heard I 
heard her come. We came together.  It seemed 
like I empted myself into her. 

"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 stood up. "Dad, where're we 
going, now?  I want a cuddle."  "I'm going to the 
tub." 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 to 
nice for bathroom.  I staggered after her into the 
bath I wasn't used to this much activity.  

"Wait a minute I need to look in the mirror." She 
looked carefully all over her face to see any signs 
of our rough love making. Meanwhile I turned 
on the tub so filled with water and set the rest of 
the controls. I set it and then the tub does 
everything automatically. 

"I'm ok daddy no bruises."  "I'm sorry but I just 
went crazy." "I like it when you're rough.  "You 
liked it? Weren't you afraid?" "Dad models have 
to be tough. I don't remember feeling afraid until 
last night. I only felt afraid at first. But normally 
I'm brave.  You can do anything to me no matter 
how dirty or degrading because I can't say no. A 
girl who fucks her father can't say 'I'm not that 
kind of girl.'" 



I wish you saw 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 the other girls were 
afraid. I posed on top the George Washington 
Bridge in February in summer clothes. It was 
below freezing and the wind blew us around. I 
needed to pretend it's summer and stay clean. 
You listening to me?"

"All the talk about freezing bridges makes me 
feel cold. " I picked her up and stepped into the 
water.  Jill wanting a kiss pulled my neck. The 
next thing I knew we're under the water with me 
on top. We popped out of the water coughing and 
laughing. 

She dunked my head and we started splashed 
each other which lead to wrestling.  We rolled 
around in the water for a while. She expected 
her to be fast and in shape but her surprised me.  
Knowing jujitsu made her a better wrestler then 
me.  I started feeling her up and once we were 
face to face we started kissing.  


We came up from under the water in a 
passionate kiss.  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 me of my modeling 
contract..."  "What's so important about the 
contract?"  "You never listened to me even once. 
I'd have my own signature line, with my own 
designs. I'd make a million dollars when I signed 
the contract. It cost the people I worked with a 
lot of money too." 



"Your own line: You design clothes?" "I know 
how a dumb blond design could anything?"  
"Who told you that?" "Your wife called me, 'The 
dumb blond no one cares about.'" "Jill I can't 
believe that Joan would ever say anything like 
that."  I saw the anger light up her face. "No Jill 
wait, I believe you. I never knew 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. 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 he pulled out a head 
shot of her and showed it to me. She sucked as a 
model and only worked because somebody 
pulled strings. The poor woman could never look 
good on film.  Your wife is pretty. She looked a 
lot like me at my age but she looked horrible in 
the picture. Anyone modeling could see 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. Then mom said I'd 
never work again. 


I asked to talk to you but you wouldn't listen 
because you just never cared" "But Jill," Maybe 
you cared about me but not about what I 
thought."  "I really dropped the ball when it 
came to acting like a father."  "Yes daddy you're 
a terrible father. I talked my lawyers out of suing 
her. They would have won.  They had the goods 
on her and 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'd even handle your divorce for 
free." "Divorce?" "Yes! What do you think she'd 
do after she lost the suit? Mom would really have 
gotten back at me. She used to slap me around 
but after the suit I'm sure she'd try to kill me. 

I told my lawyer you'd protect me.  Imagine how 
I felt going to the lawyer's office with my tail 
between my legs and tell them you wouldn't 
protect me because you didn't care."  "Jill you 
know I'd protect you." "How could I possible 
know with you ignoring me until last night? 
You're a terrible father but a great lover. 


Now you're going to break up a 15 year marriage 
and sue the meanest trickiest woman in the 
world because you're screwing your underage 
daughter."  "How did I get into this?" "Well you 
ignored me and ignored your own sexual needs 
and then...." "Hush Jill.  You designed clothes 
people bought." "Yes daddy I sold my designs. 
The contract meant I'd be the national spokes 
model for my own line of clothes."  "Jill you 
could get everything back. You could go back to 
modeling. I'd take you to auditions. I'd give up 
my practice for you." "You'd actually give up 
your business for me?"  "It goes without saying."  
"No it doesn't.  You never said you loved me until 
last night"?  "I'm a man and working hard and 
making money shows I loved you." "Dad you're a 
terrible father.  You never paid any attention to 
me. We never even talked once."  "But it's mom's 
job." "Daddy it's your job. Fathers mean more to 
girls then their mothers. "I don't want to go back 
to modeling I hate it."  


"Hate modeling? Then why 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 
wanted was for you to pay attention to me. To 
care about me. Daddy, please love me." 


I hugged her saying I loved her. I kept repeating 
it I don't know how many time. Then the 
conversation started up again. I said, "I always 
loved you as a daughter and I'm sorry I never 
showed it.  Jill let me be a real father."  "Ok 
daddy but we have to have sex too. I wouldn't 
really call the police I'd go to New York and 
become a prostitute. Neither you nor mom could 
stop me because you both abused me.  "Did she 
really hit you?" "She hit me in front of witnesses 
and I have tapes of her verbal abuse. Let me 
prove it. She jumped up and ran out of the bath." 
I yelled after her to dry off.  


I got out of the tub and dried off.  I walked into 
my bedroom and I could see Jill's little wet foot 
prints on the carpet. The storm turned to just 
rain. Then in an instant she came back caring a 
towel and a letter.  She handed me a sealed 
postmarked letter from her lawyer. "I saved 
this." I sat down on the bed and read the letter. 

Jill said she felt cold and crawled under the 
covers.  The letter confirmed what Jill said about 
her lawyer wanting to sue Joan. It said Joan 
breached a verbal contract and a signed letter of 
intent.  It stated Joan said she terminated the 
contract because Jill laughed at her.     


I felt bad all over again.   "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.  The rain lulled us off to sleep. 

Then, just barely awake I felt myself touching 
her and being touched as if I felt what she felt. 
Jill said, "Daddy your hands make me feel 
strange. You must have magic powers. Then she 
jumped up and broke the spell. 

"You taught me so much, yesterday. I know I've 
no right to say this, but you're a great lover. You 
took control of me, like taking candy from a 
baby. You probably don't know it, but as a model 
I have complete control of my face and my body. 
People in the business tell me I'm the best. No 
one could ever control me but the instant you 
touched me with your tongue I surrendered.

When I saw you get on top my knees just went up 
by instinct.  I presented my pussy to your cock. 
At that moment I felt like we were the same 
person controlled by the same desire. When you 
entered me it felt so intense at felt pleasure and 
pain. I felt glad it hurt because it made it real. I 
felt proud you entered me, and 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.  I 
looked up into your green eyes and you looked 
beautiful to me. For a moment it felt like we 
joined and became one person. Then something 
broke the spell just before you started fucking 
me.

You did wonderful things.  Things I couldn't 
even describe.  You knew how to give me 
pleasure and anticipated my every need. You 
found places in me I didn't know existed and 
pleasured them and me with your cock. 

Then just when I felt like I wanted some gentle 
loving you turned me on my side. Then you 
kissed and cuddled me giving me such pleasure I 
lost myself for a while. 

When I came to I looked at the thugs watching 
our lovemaking and they looked ashamed. 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 because 
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. Then I thought you didn't 
know so I hit you. One I heard you call me a 
goddess and the love of your life? I couldn't 
believe you meant me.  Then you said "Moon 
Queen" Being called "Moon Queen" is my secret 
fantasy. No one knew except you.  I felt so happy 
I cried. I wrapped my arms and legs around you 
and pulled you deeper into me. 


Your cock felt gigantic it felt good but it hurt too. 
You can't know what it's like with a man twice 
your size in the softest part of you who is out of 
his mind with lust." 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 fucked all the crap out of me.  I mean all 
the self centered stuff about modeling and 
moving. Then the pleasure became intense and I 
faded out. Then my skin felt all tingly and pulse 
shot through me making me feel extra good.  I 
realized you needed to come but couldn't 
because you thought you were raping me." I 
knew if I paid attention, it would work itself out. 
The pleasure threatened to overwhelm me but I 
fought off and stayed with you. I just kept getting 
higher and higher.  

Then my uterus started pulsing and glowing.  It 
felt like an atom bomb sending shock waves 
through me. I pulsed all over. I thought I'd die 
with pleasure. I became ecstasy and passed out.   
Then I heard myself moaning and moving under 
you. I just drifted in and out of bliss letting the 
after shocks take me where they will. 


Your need to come brought me back. The 
explosion of pleasure ended but I felt happy.  I 
went from heaven to nirvana. One moment I felt 
perfect pleasure and the next I felt perfect peace 
at belonging to you.  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 our minds joined and I could feel 
how proud you were for filling me up. When we 
came apart I felt so lost I ran away.  


"I thought you ran away because I hurt you." 
"Then I was wrong about you." "No it's forcing 
someone into sex is such an awful thing, 
something so wrong I couldn't accept what I felt.  
I never felt confidence enough to trust my own 
intuitions outside of my practice. It's still wrong 
no matter what because 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." "That's not 
possible.  You're changing everything around. 
They held us at gun point and made me rape you 
and made you agree to it."  

Jill looked down as if she was going to admit 
something wrong. She said, "I admit I felt scared 
when the big guy grabbed me.  I just stepped out 
of the shower.  I only wore a towel and he took it.   
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 one thing that couldn't 
fail, was playing through his fantasy about 
killing his father for raping his sister.  


I also knew for the first time I wanted you to fuck 
me. I might have never known it but I wanted it 
to happen more then I ever wanted anything in 
my life.  I knew just what to say to make him 
think the whole thing was his idea. I started 
talking about rape and being afraid of my father. 
When he started dragging me out of my room I 
knew what was going to happen and I couldn't 
turn back."  


I still couldn't believe her. "But he threw you on 
the bed and you begged?"  "I controlled everyone 
and everything that happened even though I was 
a 90 pound girl in a room full of men with a gun 
in my mouth.  I controlled the guy giving the 
orders by controlling his fantasy. It's my job to 
make people buy things and I do it the same way; 
by controlling their fantasies. I controlled him 
and saved our lives. 

He thought he knew what would happen but I 
was way ahead of him, and he lost. But I didn't 
mean to kill them" Now I felt really confused.


"Also I needed an excuse to let myself go 
sexually.  Girls have to look attractive and at the 
same time be responsible for stopping anything 
from happening. Men are thee powerful ones. 
They should be responsible but they dump all the 
hard jobs on the females.  Girls have all the 
choices in the world; but can't act on them. 
We're not even allowed to feel what we want to 
feel.  We can't even allow ourselves to feel 
desire.  

Being helpless freed me from blame.  I felt 
totally in touch with my desire for the first time.  
That's why rape is so bad. Our minds are 
enslaved but as long as we control our bodies we 
can live with it. When sex is forced upon us then 
we have nothing.  

I want to know what you felt."  She took a breath. 
"I felt excited like when I do a commercial for 
TV.  I know the script and how the whole thing 
turns out. I played a part like a million others, 
when I modeled."  "What do you mean playing a 
part?  You looked terrified."  "I fooled you. If you 
didn't think I was afraid, the guys would have 
known and they'd have killed you. When I went 
in the room I realized I had to fool you too.  


"You were out of your mind with fear: you were 
terrified I could see it on your face."  Jill smiled 
and said, "You want me to prove it?"  I just 
looked at her.  Jill turned away and when she 
looked back she looked terrified just like she did 
yesterday.  "Please dad, I don't want to die. 
Please do it, so they won't kill us." It was like; 
having a flash back.  All the sudden it was 
yesterday and it happened again. I felt dizzy and 
confused. "What happened?" "Ok, I'll do it 
again."  Her face changed and she became the 
terrified little girl; 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.  I never thought 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?" "I'm your 
daughter not a monster.  I'm a model and I have 
to change my expression in an instant. It's 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 
looked 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.  

Models tell a story in the time it takes for a 
person to look at a picture in a magazine with 
only our body and nothing else." "You're 
absolutely amazing."

Models practice with each other and their 
friends all the time. Once I convinced the models 
I worked with that I was having an affair with 
George Hamilton.  Compared to that last night 
was easy. 

They wanted to kill us right away and then kill 
more people. Who ever hired them wanted our 
murder to seem random. So they were supposed 
to kill several families. " "Someone hired them?" 
"Of course it's obvious. They wore new and 
expensive clothes and they didn't worry about 
keeping them clean." "You noticed what they 
wore?" "I'm a model, remember. They were after 
us for some reason. They couldn't have known 
about coming in through the back yard unless 
someone told them."     


The big guy justified his brutality thinking 
everyone was brutal. The younger guy in your 
room felt doubts about killing. The big guy 
wanted to convince him with a demonstration. I 
used that against them. The helpless naked little 
girl on the bed controlled the whole thing.  I 
made everything turn out the way I wanted. 
Except we made them hate themselves so much 
they want to die. I can people's fantasies and I 
know they want to die. 


"How did you know so much about sex?" "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." "I wanted one more chance to 
turn her on but I never got it.  She felt no passion 
for me. Nothing worked. Out marriage became a 
business arrangement.  


'No one loved or cared about me either until last 
night."  No honey, I loved you and plenty of other 
people love you too." "Prove it." 

"I will if you do exactly what I tell you." I learned 
something today and I planed on using it. I 
believed we could do something very special. 
We're going to lie down on our sides and I'm 
gong to fuck you from behind."  "You gonna fuck 
me in the butt, cool." "Sorry honey, I'm not going 
to fuck your butt, not today.' "Someday soon, 
right dad?"  "We'll see.  


We lay down on our sides and looked in the same 
direction. "I want you to look at the wall not at 
any of the pictures or out the window."  "No 
problem I do this for a living"  "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 I felt her become wet.  

I opened up her pussy with my hand.  "Now 
reach between your legs and put me in." She 
inserted my erect penis in 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 not too tight. Can you hold this?" "It's a 
piece of cake. I can hold you like this as long as 
you like."  

I pulled her head around and kissed her again 
and gently began to fuck her. 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." I 
did 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 knew if I 
let myself become frustrated nothing would 
work. So I forget about everything. 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 felt.  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 her mind. I reached down and felt 
her breast.  Jill said, "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 
thought guys touched them to make the girl feel 
good. They feel special to you. They feel great." I 
touched her breast again. "No wonder you like 
them, so much."

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" "You're going to feel what I 
feel when I fuck you."  I moved in her. 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 in her memory and I saw her give a 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're looking right into my 
mind?" I told her with my thoughts, "See you let 
yourself get groped a few time. God an older man 
humped you're butt on a shoot." "The jeans 
commercial. How can you see this?" 

 Saw how she avoided chances for sex so there 
weren't many opportunities" "It's not easy."  
"The photographer who took those sexy pictures 
of you, he attracted to you. 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 
he reminded me of you."  


I could see the resemblance.  "You had a crush 
on him but I can't tell what you really felt."  "The 
moment he said he could make me a super 
model I stopped having any feelings for him."  I 
saw how his offer insulted her "He thought I 
couldn't earn it. I thought he respected me." 
Jill's sense of morality stopped anything from 
happening. "I think he just wanted you so much 
he didn't know what to say. He loved you"  

Then she realized we heard each others thoughts 
without speaking. "Wait, daddy you're not 
talking" "Neither are you." She started to speak 
again and said, "I'm not?" Then she tried to see if 
our telepathy was real.  She thought "How can 
we talk without speaking out loud?" I thought, 
"When two minds become one we hear each 
others thoughts."

"I wanted you to find out for yourself." She 
thought, "You're tricking me, somehow. If you 
can really hear my thoughts then start fucking."  
I responded with a few gentle strokes.  "You're 
reading my mind!  You're in my mind!  You're 
magic?"  "We're both special and magic 
happens." 

She said, "I can see you still love her."  "If you 
love someone it never ends."  Jill showed 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 her 
jealousy." Jill showed me more memories. It 
made me angry anyone could be cruel to Jill, 
especially her mother. "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 my blindness. So I thought 
about the happy times we had as family. Times 
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 when I was a baby and there's me 
growing up. You and mom took me to Central 
Park and we all played together. 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? "  

I didn't know how long this would last and I 
there were two things I wanted her to learn. I 
flooded her with my view of her. Not of the Jill 
who lived in the real world but the Jill who lived 
in my mind. "Oh daddy, I'm not nearly that great 
or perfect."  Then I showed her what she looked 
like to me when we made love. "You can't think I 
look like her? No one could look as beautiful." I 
told her, "You look that way to me. Everything 
you say gives me pleasure." 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 yourself that I do 
everything right the first time, but you never say 
it to me. You think I'm 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. Then I took 
control.  I increased the force of the contractions 
and timed them so her vagina milked my cock.  
Then I woke her up and taught her how to do it. 
She took over, squeezing and milking my penis 
with her vagina.  When she felt the way her 
pussy felt to me when she milked my cock she 
said. "Girls are great. No wonder you worship 
us." 

Her excitement made me come and when she felt 
me come she came to.  Wave after wave of 
pleasure slipped through us. We felt two 
orgasms.  We pulsed with pleasure and at the 
same time I felt myself pouring ever drop into 
her.  We were both in an ocean of pleasure. We 
found each other and embraced, forever. 

The next thing I knew I hear quiet, incredibly 
quiet.  The storm passed and I felt a sense of 
peace I never felt before. We let go of each other 
but I was still inside her. She lay face down on 
the bed, sobbing. My eyes had some tears too. 
We lay there together. Then I wanted to kiss her 
and she knew it.  She tried to turn around so fast 
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 when 
you pull out."  "Come on honey give me a hug."  
She turned around and squeezed me so tight I 
heard my ribs crack. The kid doesn't know her 
own strength." "Oh daddy you're God and my 
king." 
    

"Daddy the storm's over." I said, "Perfect timing 
because we're going out for brunch. Come on Jill 
I felt your hunger from the inside. I can't allow 
my daughter to starve." "Where 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 a see few things." "We're going 
to the Red Rose Tavern. It's the best place for 
brunch, so wear something special." She looked 
down and I could tell she was getting a mushy. 
"It's our first date." I knew she wanted a hug but 
I exceeded my limit for mush already.  "Hurry I 
want to see you in something special." She 
jumped up and shot out of the room.  


I just lay there for a few seconds, drinking the 
whole thing in. Then I roused myself and 
dressed.  I usually take my clients to lunch and 
the same place so I knew what to wear. I just 
finished adjusting my tie when I saw Jill in the 
mirror. "The tie's wrong." She handed me a 
brighter tie. "You wore a business lunch tie not a 
date lunch tie." What could I say the kid knows 
fashion. "Sit down you're too tall." 

After she put on the tie I looked at her dress.  
"Your dress looks beautiful."  "You like it 
daddy?" She just looked at me expecting more.  
"It looks great on you. What?" "Look at the label; 
she bent her head over so I could look at the 
label.  "Jillda? What brand is that?"  "Daddy; 
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. I 
made the slogan, 'We're Not Teens. We're Not 
Girls. We're Special.' I know it makes my skin 
crawl too but it would move the product. The 
clothes were going to be made with new kind of 
computer controlled machines 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 took out the Akoya pearl necklace I gave to 
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?"  "It's 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 laughed, really laughed for the first time in 
years. I missed laughing. It was going to be 
pleasure, before work from now on.  


Before we left I want around the house making it 
secure at least as secure as I could until I called a 
security firm. A gun stuck in my face woke me 
up.  When I became an architect I lost my 
manhood.  I realized it's not enough to have 
passion for work I need passion in my personal 
life too I might even buy a gun.  

 As for Joan, she didn't deserve to be shot. She 
cared more about money then life. I'll find a 
greatest divorce lawyer money can buy and the 
best security system.  She's not controlling Jill or 
me any more. All our joint assets would become 
mine and Jill's. Her engagement ring and all the 
other crappy jewelry she picked out for herself 
goes to her.  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 
the house.  

I'm going to cold cock the bitch, with the divorce 
papers at the airport. We both had plenty to 
threaten her with.  After the divorce she would 
still end up with more money then she deserved. 
So screw her. 

I'll call the Davenports and turn them against 
her. Actually I should start acting like a 
Davenport and get my manhood back. When I 
lived in Texas I would have laughed at those guys 
took away their guns and pistol whipped them. 
I've got to be a man.  

I walked into the living room and saw Jill 
reading 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 know 
it's them.  I met Alex Daniella, in the mall a few 
months ago. He started hitting on me but I told 
him he was too old.   It turns out he's too young. 
After he left me he talked to a bunch of guys and 
one of them looked like the guy who grabbed me 
last night.  Some of the kids in the group knew 
me from school. I'm sure they told him, all about 
me. It's them I know fashion. 


TWO LOCAL MEN KILLED
IN LAST NIGHTS STORM
_____________________________

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


Something clicked, I said, "I'm sure it's them too. 
I wish they died a worse death."  "At least they 
can't terrorize anyone else." "Oh daddy, it's 
going be a great life."  I didn't say anything. I 
took the paper and threw it on the couch. I 
straighten myself up in the mirror and Jill did 
likewise.  I gave her kiss and a slap on the butt.  
We stepped out of the old house together. The 
storm cleared the air and the bright sunlight 
made my eyes water.  I shut the door and made 
sure it was locked.    
  
TO BE CONTINUED

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