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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 gloom of the day entered unwanted 
through the windows.  The coming storm 
abducted the sunlight and made me feel 
depressed. I knew above the clouds the sun 
shown but I couldn't see it. 

      I wondered why on the Saturday before the 
4th of July I worked in my office instead of 
celebrating like a real man with his family. My 
wife Joan left for Qatar yesterday to negotiate an 
oil lease. My daughter Jill barely talked to me 
since my wife made her give up modeling and a 
big modeling contract to move to Westchester. I 
never talked to her much anyway because it's her 
mother's job. 


      I felt excited preparing for tomorrows 
meeting with the owners of a French Chateau. I 
always dreamed of getting the opportunity to 
renovate something from the Middle Ages and 
felt honored they even considered me an 
American Architect.  They flew in from France to 
see their son at Yale and I believe it helped me 
get a meeting along with hard work and long 
hours.  Even moving to Westchester helped 
because working in a combination office and 
bedroom upstairs in a brick Georgian mansion 
gave me the isolation I needed to concentrate on 
my practice.  


      I felt nothing could be more important 
then getting the assignment until I heard a noise 
in the hall outside my door. I wondered who was 
there. Jill tells me when her friends come over 
because I like to wear a green silk bathrobe with 
nothing underneath.  She spends most of her 
time in her room lately. I saw her a few minutes 
ago preparing for a shower. One of the few times 
I saw her this week.  So I decided to investigate.

      I stepped into the hallway and walked into 
a Remington 11-87 shotgun.  Its owner shoved 
me back in the room. "Are you Dart Davenport?" 
"Yes, what's this about?" I felt stupid answering 
him. (The name Dart actually stands for 
d'Artagnan an ancestor who would be rolling in 
his grave if he saw this.) The guy with the shot 
gun stood 6' 3" and weighed about 300 lbs. I'm 6 
feet but felt small and afraid looking at him. I felt 
surprised at my fear because when I lived in 
Texas things like this happened all the time. Of 
course we're talking about nearly 20 years ago. 
He made me sit down on the upholstered chair at 
the foot of the bed. Then he pulled over my office 
chair and sat down still pointing the gun at me. I 
wondered about Jill. 

      The answer came quickly. I heard Jill 
struggling and pleading with him not to rape 
her. Then a guy about 6' 9" weighing about 290 
with a stocking over his head and a Desert Eagle 
pistol dragged Jill into the room and through her 
on the bed. 

      She looked like a golden Heidi Klum with 
natural golden blond hair and blue eyes lying 
there. She wore no clothes and her big blue eyes 
looked as wide as saucers.  I felt stunned at her 
beauty.  She lacked any body hair and her "A" 
cup breasts looked perfect as the rest of her.    

      "Why'd you bring her in here?" "This is a 
chance to settle out bet." "I don't know." "Don't 
tell me you forgot our bet." "I remember I just 
don't know about the whole thing." Jill got up 
and sat on her legs and spread them. She even 
looked sexier sitting on the bed then lying down.  
She folded her hands, looked up and them and 
said, "Please don't make my father do me in 
front of you. I couldn't stand it if you watched me 
when we did it."  

      "The guy holding the shotgun said, "You're 
right. She really turned me on when she said 
that. She's hot and thinking about watching her 
father do her really turns me on." "Yes and this 
will prove what I've said all along." The guy with 
the pistol pulled me to my feet, yanked off the 
robe and pushed me on the bed. Jill bent over 
and spread her legs and sat back up. 

      The guy who threw me on the bed said, 
"Jill, do you like it when your dad fucks you?" 
Jill's face went pale, tears welled up in her big 
blue eyes and she folded her hands like she was 
begging and her lips pouted. I thought she's 
making it worse because the expression on her 
face made her look irresistible.  The guy with the 
shot gun said. "Damn look at her."  "I know; he 
must fuck her all the time." "No, he's too gay to 
fuck her. He's too gay to fuck anyone." "Ok that's 
the bet and who ever loses will give the other 
what, $500?" "No who ever loses has to talk to 
the bitch from now on, 100% of the time." 
"That's fine with me. I can't stand her."  

      The guy with the pistol turned to us and 
said "My sister said, my father used to fuck her 
all the time but I never got to see it because he 
died."  "Your sister's a liar.   It's impossible for a 
man this big to fit in a girl that small." "We have 
a bet I say you can fit and my friend here says 
you can't. 

      I said, "I'm not going to fuck my own 
daughter." "Oh you'll do it. If you don't I'll kill 
her."  "Jill's tears ran down her cheek and she 
begged, "Please dad, I don't want to die. Please 
do it, so they won't kill us." The way she spoke 
melted my heart and made me want to do what 
ever she wanted, even this.


 	"But I'm too soft." "You're gay! Eat her out, 
asshole unless you want us to kill the both of 
you." 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.  The moment 
my tongue touched her pussy she started 
breathing heavily and she started moving 
around. I never had such an immediate 
response. I tried to push my tongue inside with 
no success. 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 slut, 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, her 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 I 
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 for you to fuck 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. Are 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 could a dumb blond design 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 can manipulate people. I 
could have tricked you into listening but I could 
make myself do it. 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."  
      
      They wanted to go to protective services 
because of mom's abuse. I had to talk them out 
of it too because I wouldn't stand a chance in the 
foster care system.   Girls who look like me 
spend most of their time in the system getting 
gang raped.
      
      "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 you were taking 
candy from a baby. The moment your tongue 
touched my pussy I lost control. 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 tricking you into fucking 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 you 
weren't but forcing someone into sex is such an 
awful thing, something so wrong I couldn't 
accept what I felt.  I never felt confident enough 
to trust my own intuitions outside of my 
practice. It's still wrong because at times 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 knew he thought of 
himself as an avenger. Most spree killers believe 
themselves to be heroes and the rest of the world 
as evil. They're easy to control before they start 
killing. They came here to kill you not me, not 
me that is unless I posed a threat.
      

      I never thought about death before and I 
asked myself what I wanted to do before I died 
and thought about you. I never would have 
known.   I could have talked him out of it but 
they'd leave and kill someone else. Then when he 
talked about his brutal father and his sister I 
knew the one thing that couldn't fail and what I 
wanted were the same. It seemed like fate and I 
went along with it and made it my plan.  
      
      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."  

      When he pulled me into your office the 
plan even looked better. The guy holding you was 
younger and not so far gone. He felt doubts 
about killing. The older guy lacked the courage 
to kill on his own so he needed to convince him 
with a demonstration proving everyone was 
brutal.  He thought you'd beat me and rape me 
justifying your death and a killing spree. He 
would have killed me too; putting me out of my 
misery out of pity. I knew you wouldn't hurt me.  
Once they saw the way you treated me they 
couldn't kill anyone. "  

      I still couldn't believe her. "But he threw 
you on the bed and you begged?"  "You think it's 
an accident that I said things to turn them on; 
and posed in a sexy way? Do you actually think I 
don't know how I look when I pout?" 
      
      "No you were the victim." "You think being 
a 90 pound girl being held at gun point by a 
room full of men made me weak? A picture in a 
magazine is even smaller and weaker then I and 
it can't talk.  There is a three second rule in print 
ads which means people only look at a print ad 
for 3 seconds. That means that I have 3 seconds 
to make someone buy something they don't want 
and all I can use is an image of me. 

      Once in the same amount of time as last 
night I convinced some very cynical models I 
worked with that I was having an affair with 
George Hamilton: compared to that; last night 
was easy. 
      
      "You were out of your mind with fear: you 
look terrified I saw it on your face."  "You saw 
what I wanted you and them to see. If you want 
me to prove it sit up." We sat across from each 
other on the bed. Jill looked at me and smiled 
then her face turned pale and tears started 
rolling down her cheek. She looked 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; it 
happened again. I felt dizzy and confused. "What 
happened?" "It's a replay of yesterday." "Can you 
make your face white and start crying any time 
you want?" "I do this for a living. 
      
      I see you need another demonstration. She 
wiped off the tears with the sheet and the color 
returned to her cheeks.  Then her face whitened 
and tears welled up. When the tears flowed she 
said, "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."
      
       "It's hard to believe even though I saw it 
happen before my eyes."  "It's just my job." "How 
did you remember to say exactly what you said 
yesterday?"  "Models can't forget their lines, we 
get so few.  "Then you made it happen and you 
tricked me." "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 an expression and 
you do." 
      
      Want to see me mad? She covered her face 
and when she took her hands away her face 
turned from white to red and she looked so 
angry I felt afraid at first.  Then she repeated the 
process going from happy, to grateful, and then 
perplexed.  You have to look the way the 
photographer wants you to instantly or you don't 
work."  
      
      "If you wanted me why didn't you trick me 
into it before?" "You know I hate tricking you 
even when I should. I didn't know because it's 
hard for girls to know what they feel about sex." 
"Are you saying it took a gun to make you realize 
you wanted me?"  "I needed an excuse to let 
myself go sexually.  It seems to me society values 
a girl's worth on the importance of her 
boyfriend. In other words a girl's feelings should 
be controlled by logic not desire but the gun took 
away all responsibility." "So you're saying you 
didn't want to be raped." "No I couldn't stand it 
if someone raped me. Society controls my sexual 
feelings that why I need to control my body."
      
      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. I tried almost everything but no 
thing 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 stopped speaking 
and talked to her with my 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 kept using words and 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, "I found 
a way for up to share thoughts.  You let yourself 
get groped a few times. God an old man humped 
your butt on a photo shoot." "Yes it was the 
shoot for Stratus Jeans commercial. The owner 
of the company did the humping. It was the one 
shot by Max Steinberg they called kiddy porn. 
How can you see this?" 

      "I keep telling you but you can't believe it. 
You have to figure it out yourself. Again we're in 
each others head." "What do you mean?" "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.  "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 can 
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 and said, "I never saw a dress like that 
before it 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 and I look.  "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.  
      
      "You said 'bitch' and it reminds me, last 
night the guys talked about dealing with a bitch." 
"I know when they said that I thought about 
mom too. I said nothing because it can't be her.  
Someone paid them because they just came into 
money you can tell by their clothes." "You mean 
someone paid them to kill me?" "I doubt it 
because they planned on killing a bunch of 
people. I know they started with us because they 
both acted nervous about killing." "They knew 
our names and the layout of the house." "They'd 
have to be very stupid to start with the person 
they're paid to kill because it attracts the most 
attention." "In the past I lived a very different 
life but if one of those people wanted to kill me 
they would have tried 20 years ago. Now there's 
no motive to kill me. But I know someone is after 
me I can feel it and I'm never wrong about these 
things."  "There's no point in talking about it 
until there's a motive for murder.

      Now look at my dress." She did several 
poses and then spun around. "I wanted you to 
see a sample of one of my designs. We were 
going to start off with a line for preteens. I made 
up 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 a 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.  
      
      


      I walked around the house locking every 
door and window I could and blocking those 
without locks.  A gun stuck in my face woke me 
up.  When I became an architect I lost my 
manhood.  From now on my life would be based 
on passion. I refused to be a victim any more I 
might even buy a gun.  

       As for Joan, she didn't deserve to be shot. 
She cared more about money then people. 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 with her.  Along 
with all her clothes and the rest of the crap she 
owns. The woman has no taste and I want no 
reminders of her.  

      I'm going to cold cock the bitch, with the 
divorce papers at the airport.  Jill and I have 
plenty to threaten her with.  After the divorce 
she would still end up with more money then she 
deserved. She made a lot of money in the oil 
business and my family in Texas got her started.  
So screw her. 
      
      I'll call the Davenports and turn them 
against her. Actually I should start acting like a 
Davenport.  When I lived in Texas I would have 
laughed at those guys took away their guns and 
pistol whipped them. I'm going to learn to do 
that again.

      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 I had a chance, well it's too late 
they're dead."  "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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