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



INRODUCTION

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

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

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


Warning

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

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


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



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

Introduction: A sex story in the style of Marcel Proust.   


Home Invasion III Sex Scene
By Ho Masubi

	Jill and Dart, her father fled to France to escape her mother 
who kept trying to kill them. They feared being arrested also 
because they were having sex and Jill was 14. Dart had brown hair 
and ruddy good looks and Jill was a blue eyed golden blond and a 
world class beauty who had worked as a top advertising model. 
Jill's mother hired two violent teenagers, crack heads, to kill 
them because she wanted Jill's designs for clothes and her 
husband's money. As an advertising model Jill could control people 
because she saw their inner most fantasies. When the crack heads 
invaded their home intent on killing them she tricked the invaders 
into ordering her and her father to have sex before they were to 
be killed. Jill and her father never had sex before but they made 
love in such a beautiful way the teenagers became so ashamed, they 
left without killing them. However after Jill and her father 
started having sex they couldn't stop.

      The day after the invasion they met Monsieur and Mademoiselle 
Guermantes who were brother and sister. They owned a chateau in 
France and Jill's father who was an architect had put in a bid to 
remodel it.  The Guermantes had no intention of hiring Dart for 
the job but as they were traveling close by they stopped in to 
visit him. When they learned Jill and her father were having sex 
and the danger they were in they offered Dart the job because they 
wanted to help. The Guermantes felt if Jill and her father stayed 
at their chateau they would be safe from the mother and the 
American police. They helped because they were very kind and 
because they were a brother and sister who lived as man and wife. 
It was one incestuous couple helping another, besides they were 
French.
      
      
      Even though Dart was a great architect he couldn't remodel 
anything in France with out help from the French. The French being 
a jealous people would not want Jill's father to be successful. 
Jill had a plan perfectly suited to win over the French. In a word 
the plan was sex, and lots of it. They would assemble a team of 
people to help Jill's father remodel the Guermantes' Chateau by 
having sex with them. 
      
      Jill's father said "I hope you aren't going to be jealous." 
      
      Jill responded, "We are just going to have to trust each 
other when it comes to sex because we are both going to have to 
use sex to survive." 
      
      "You are right. It's not like we can get divorced."  
      
      "Daddy, hopefully everything will calm down and we can become 
monogamous again but right now you need to seduce Odette because 
you need her help and her contacts at the university." 
      
      "Yes but what are you going to be doing when I am out 
screwing Odette Bonheur?" 
      
      Jill smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I am 
going to seduce a prince." 
      
      _____________________________________________
      

      Jill peeked into the drawing room and saw Monsieur Charles. 
She entered and sat down on the other side of the room. 

      A new guest said to Jill, "I remember seeing you in the 
'Rapper Jeans ads'?"  

      "Well I suppose so.  I only found out about the furor last 
week." 
      
      "You must be very proud?" 
      
      Jill smiled a weary smile. "I already created a similar 
sensation about two years ago.  They say Helen of Troy's face 
launched a thousand ships well my butt sold a million jeans." 
      
      "Your butt, what do you mean?" 
      
      "Stratus Jeans launched an ad campaign with just me in the 
picture wearing the jeans. You could see my face, I wasn't wearing 
a shirt but the picture focused on my behind. At the top of the 
picture a suggestive text read, 'Everyone Wants My.' The next page 
had one word 'Jeans.' The sales increased after the ad but to 
boost interest even further the company planted stories calling 
the ads child pornography.

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

      The President of the company said he knew nothing about the 
ads because he was out of the country.  In reality he planned the 
photo shoot and approved every picture. He was very hands on, if 
you know what I mean." 
      
      Odette asked, "Don't tell me he was grabbing your butt?" 
      
      "The poor man got so excited at one time he was actually 
humping me like a dog." 
      
      "How horrible for you." 
      
      "It only happened a few seconds before the man caught himself 
and stopped. He felt embarrassed and apologized. 
      
      People who know me know I'm attracted to older men but in 
this case I felt no attraction for him at all; none the less, I 
felt very flattered." 
      
      Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?" "Not with everyone 
around. He showed no malice only boyish lust." 
      
      "But he broke the rules." 
      
      "Of course but that's why I felt so flattered.  
      
      Parker Marketing, guaranteed my ads sold over a million extra 
jeans world wide. The record still stands and people in the 
business say no one will break it. But what means more to me is 
people all over the world find me attractive." 

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

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

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

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

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

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


      Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her and put her 
on trial and forced her to say she was a witch. Then they cruelly 
executed her anyway breaking their agreement." 
      
      Jill shook her head, "Few people understand the truth. Joan 
made an agreement with the English, one any woman would have made 
myself included. She kept her agreement and so did the English. 
Burning her at the stake was an act of mercy. What was cruel was 
during her trial, the English made her look in a mirror. Once the 
poor woman saw what she did to her hair and the way she looked, 
she wanted to be burned at the stake." 

      The room exploded in laughter and she stood and walked towed 
the doors to the garden.   On the way out she looked at Charles 
and trapped his eyes with hers. 
      
      
      
      Jill walked through the French Doors onto the patio. She sat 
on a stone wall facing the house waiting. Soon Monsieur Charles 
opened the same door and walked up to her and gave a bow. 

      Jill jumped off of the wall, curtsied and bowed her head.  
      
      He extended his hand and said "Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, 
Prince of Aquitaine, at your service." 
      
      Jill extended her hand and the duc shook her hand. "Jill 
Davenport; I feel honored to meet you." 
      
      "My dear I fear I inadvertently offended you. I avoided you 
but it's hard for me to say why." 
      
      "I know why.  You want to fuck me." 

      Monsieur Charles bowed his head and said, "Then everyone must 
know of my shame." 
      
      "There's no shame in being attracted to a girl who sold a 
million jeans."
      
      Charles still looked embarrassed.  
      
      "Have no fear most of the people here are libertines and 
favor sex of any kind. They also keep their mouth's shut. Still I 
doubt anyone else knows. I happen to be one of the few people who 
can tell what people want just by looking at them. Monsieur 
Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of Aquitaine I see your inner 
most fantasies." 
      
      "How is it that you know my fantasy?"
      
      "Monsieur, it is my job to know it, I am an advertising 
model." 
      
      "That is amazing are all models like you."
      
      "Advertising models are a breed apart and it's something we 
must know. None the less I hope you will forgive me for sounding 
arrogant but people in the field say I'm the best." 

      "I fear even kissing your hand might cause me to lose 
control. You and your father are honored guests of the Guermantes. 
They told me of your committed relationship with your father and I 
respect that and you." 
      
      "I knew your feelings, and I spoke as I did because I knew my 
words would draw you to me."
      
      The duc looked surprised, "Why do you want to talk to me?"
        
      "Monsieur, you are very attractive man and one all women wish 
to know but these are desperate times and I need your friendship."  
      
      "You have it of course, my dear."  

      Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty." 
      
      "Please call me Charles or duc. I hate when I'm called 
majesty" 
      
      "As you like; my duc."
      
      "Please know you didn't offend me. Somehow I like it when you 
call me majesty but I don't like others saying it. There are also 
political reasons I must avoid acting like a king especially now 
that I have a position; a position I must not talk about."
      
      Jill said, "Would you mind if we sat down and talked."
      
      The duc said not at all and guided Jill to a bench in the 
herb garden and they sat down. 
      
      Charles said, "And what is this proposal of which you speak?"  
      
      "I am talking about a special friendship and to secure that 
friendship I propose to offer you a special experience." 
      
      "You must mean a one time sexual experience, a rendezvous."   
      
      "You're correct Monsieur in that I am talking about a one 
time sexual experience. I would not call it a rendezvous or and 
assignation either; it will be something far more profound. The 
most important fantasy you have will be fulfilled; a fantasy you 
may not even know you have." 
      
      The duc smiled and said, "This isn't necessary. I am already 
at your service. Please what can I do for you?"  
      
      "I need to impress you before we discuss an alliance. In a 
few days, perhaps a week one of the servants will give you a note. 
You must follow the instructions precisely. While the experience 
will seem simple from your point of view it will take a great deal 
of planning. Any deviation on your part as to the time or the 
place and it won't happen."
      
      "But Jill."
      
      "Please save your questions for after. I must leave before 
you press me further." 


________________________________


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

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

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

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

     His eyes searched across the meadow. At times he caught a glimpse 
of something white out of the corner of his eye but it disappeared when 
he tried to look at it. He felt like a lottery winner, still a little 
worried waiting to hear the official announcement. 

A straw-hat with ribbons fell at his feet.  He picked up the hat and 
looked for its origin. He looked behind and when his head turned back he 
was greeted with a surprise.
     


     She catapulted up over the crest of the hill in full charge her 
arms and legs furiously pumping, her white frilly dress pressing against 
her breasts, her teeth clenched, with her long blond hair bleached by 
the sun streaming behind. She looked up and for a moment all the duc 
could see were her light sky blue eyes widening in shock. 

       He prepared for the collision; wanting to protect this perfect 
golden girl who clutched a bedraggled bouquet of wild flowers in her 
left hand. He raised his arms to catch her and turned his head when both 
her legs thrust forward and she bounced off the ground spun completely 
around, slid and stumbled toward him. He reached out but she hovered 
above him both arms windmilling; her blue eyes wider then before. 
       
       She righted herself and said, "Oh monsieur." 


       The girl frowned and mumbled under her breath something about 
curtsy. She reached for her skirt pointed one foot behind her and 
pitched forward stumbled and righted herself. The girl looked up 
narrowed her eyes, clenched her teeth, grabbed her skirt and twitched a 
curtsy. She gave a sigh of relief and her face took on a look of 
concern. "I apologize for my clumsiness I am most wretched."  
       
       The duc, still in shock, noted the girl spoke French from this 
part of France but from a time long ago. Yet her speech seemed perfectly 
natural. He handed her the hat.  

       "Thank you monsieur I have imposed on you most dreadfully. I keep 
losing my hat.  My sisters tell me I am clumsy and dim-witted and I fear 
they're right." 

       The poor thing seemed so exhausted from her chase he asked her to 
sit down. "My dear please join me, you need to catch your breath." 
       
       "I am out of breath monsieur but not from the running. I like 
running.  Not after hats you understand. No my breathlessness comes from 
the fear that I might have run into you and touched someone so far above 
me." 
       
       "My dear your touch would be most welcome.  Please sit down and 
have a glass of wine."

     In response the girl squatted down rapidly. She gave a cry of 
dismay when this act caused her to fall on her butt. If she leaned 
forward that would have been the end of it. Instead the girl spread her 
arms behind trying to cushion her expected fall, which caused her to 
tumble backwards and made her feet slip out from under her increasing 
her momentum which pulled the small of the girls back off of the blanket 
causing her legs to shoot towards her head. She only stopped when only 
her shoulders remained on the blanket, her toes pointed toward the 
ground and her behind, higher then the rest of her stuck straight up in 
the air. 

	The whole thing happened in an instant and the duc saw the girl's 
dress slide along her back until it was stopped by her breasts. He saw 
under the girls dress she wore a shear petty coat and a white lace 
garter belt attached to sheer white stockings. Of far more importance to 
the duc; he saw the girl's pussy peeking out from between her legs. 

       At that point the resistance of the girl's muscles brought the 
rotation to a halt and reversed the process so gravity caused her to 
flop back down on the blanket.  At first she lay unmoving, her dress 
bunched up at the small of her back, her legs spread, with her knees 
resting on her chest. The duc looked down and beheld a sight so 
beautiful as to stun him into silence.  The girl's shear white stockings 
held up by a white lace garter belt framed an expanse of golden skin, 
unmarred by hair, which held at its center the girl's tight little slit. 

       The duc, still unable to act, saw the poor little thing rock back 
and forth trying to right herself. She seemed unaware; her outstretched 
arms prevented her from turning over. The duc started laughing again but 
quietly not wanting to embarrass her. She turned back and forth with no 
success. Then apparently she realized what the duc could see and as a 
result she reached up, pulled on her dress in an attempt to cover 
herself and as a result she rolled over onto her knees. The girl looked 
surprised at her reversal of fortune and promptly sat down. 
       
     The duc, still confused by the girl, started to think rather then 
react. He wondered at the identity of this amusing little creature. She 
seemed to remind him of Jill but she appeared very different. Like Jill 
this girl had a narrow waist which gave her an hour glass figure to 
spite her small breasts and like Jill she had a willowy look because of 
her long legs and graceful appearance. The girl's perfectly formed 
features matched Jill's but while Jill had golden skin and sky blue eyes 
this girl's skin seemed more golden, and the hint of rose in her cheeks 
turned her sky blue eyes into a shocking blue. The girl couldn't be 
Jill: Jill was graceful and sophisticated while this girl appeared to be 
innocent and artless with a sweet childlike clumsiness that made her 
precious beyond words: besides this girl must have been around 10 years 
old. Whoever she was she made the Duc forget about Jill and everything 
else. 
       
       
       After the girl sat up she straightened her dress and promptly 
began to cry. 
       
       "What's wrong?"  
       
       Between tears she said, "I am crying because I have offended you 
by exposing a certain part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to 
any man, much less to an august person like yourself." 
       
       "Nonsense I like looking at your pussy."  
       
       "You do?" said the blushing girl between sobs."  
       
       "Of course I do. Like the rest of you it's very beautiful." 
       
       "But that can not be so. Girls are the most wretched of creatures 
and I am the most wretched of girls." 
       
       "Why do you say such a thing? Your beauty dazzles my eyes."  
       
       She looked down and said, "My sisters say I am plain but I fear 
I'm ugly." 

       "My dear you are far more beautiful then any of the flowers in 
your bouquet." 
       
       "May I give them to you sir for your kindness?" 

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

     
       After the duc came up for air, she smiled and said, "Your kisses 
drove all my silly tears away."  

       "Good from now on you must resolve not to call yourself wretched 
or ugly." 

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


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

       "I acted brazenly but your beauty so overwhelmed me I forgot 
myself." 

       The duc lifted her chin and looked her in the eye and said, "As 
your teacher I demand you satisfy yourself in this matter," 

       "How so monsieur?" 
       
       "You must kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many 
times as you like." 
       
       She jumped up, slammed into him, wrapped her arms around his neck 
so tightly, he almost choked. She kissed him hard on the cheek several 
times. Then she turned and framed his mouth with her hands and gave him 
two lingering lip kisses which stunned him. 
       
       Before he knew what happened; she kissed his ear; with her lips 
and tongue. The kiss turned his skin to goose flesh which radiated 
outward until his body glowed with pleasure; pleasure which grew into 
ecstasy, ecstasy that drove everything else from his mind.

 	When his senses started to returned the duc felt dizzy and aroused. 
He only realized he lost his sight, when he saw the little girl 
materialize; sitting on the blanket, her eyes cast down and her cheeks 
burning. The duc still confused said what he planned to say when he 
instructed her to kiss him, "Are you quite satisfied, my dear?" 
       
       "For now monsieur." 
       
	Only then did the duc realize he never felt such a dexterous tongue 
before. The duc knew in his heart, only an expert, could produce the 
experience he had, but he was so completely under her spell, the duc 
ascribed the action of the girl's tongue, to a combination of natural 
talent and luck.  

       "All right, be still because if you kiss me while I pour our wine 
I may feel dizzy and spill it.  I wish you to be refreshed because I 
plan to take you on an arduous journey: one you will nonetheless be 
grateful for. 

     He handed the stemmed wine glass to the girl. Ignoring the stem she 
wrapped her hands around the top of the glass and drank. "My dear you 
must not drink from a glass the way you drink from a cup." 

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

     She looked up and said, "Monsieur you hardly touched your wine." 

       The duc stopped staring and drank emptying his glass. 
       
       She said "Your wine tastes wonderful. I feel grateful for your 
lessons but an ignorant girl like me must bore you." 
       
       "Nonsense, I never felt so happy." He kissed her hand and said, 
"Another glass perhaps?" 
       
       "No monsieur. Your wine made me feel wonderfully giddy but now I 
long for another lesson. Can you teach me something that I might do that 
would please men: that would please you, if such a thing is possible?" 
       
       The duc smiled and said, "May I instruct you in the art of love?" 
       
       "Monsieur is too kind. As you taught me I love men I desire your 
instruction in this matter." 
     
     
     "First I need to know about any previous instruction." 

"Surely you can tell by my clumsy manner and shyness I have never been 
alone with a man before, except my Pop Pa of course." 

"But young men live nearby do they not?" "Alas my small village only 
contains girls and old men." 
. 


     "Come lie with me."  

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

       "Kind sir, I cannot help feeling your glorious kisses are but a 
prelude to something more?"
       
       "My dear, I wish you to grow used to my being in you, because I 
plan to fuck you." 
       
       "Momma says no word can approach the filth contained in the word 
fuck.  And if the word is dirty then the act must be more so." 
       
       "I fear you mother spoke the truth. But I remain steadfast in my 
intent to fuck you.  Do you expect to feel shame as a result of our 
fucking?" 
       
       "No monsieur I feel honored you chose me to sin with you. Our 
conspiracy creates a secret world that only we can enter and binds us 
together for all-time. If we ever see each other again we will smile at 
our secret."  
       
       "My precious child you're willingness to sin with me exceeds the 
honor of my being chosen the secret head of Homeland Security for 
France." 
     .

     The girl said "If you wish to fuck me then I desire it also. 
Unfortunately I fear my ignorance will lead to your disappointment. How 
might I aid you in this endeavor?"   

       The duc stood up and exposed his erect penis. 

       She knelt before him her eyes locked on his member. Still staring 
she reached for it and pulled back. 

       "What is wrong?" 

       "I need permission to touch something so beautiful." 

       "But my dear, remember I charged you to kiss me whenever and 
wherever you like and as many times as you like?" 

      The girl wrapped both hands around his penis and kissed its head. 
She moved his penis allowing her eyes to travel over every inch. 

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

     Then the girl pulled the dress over her head and the duc said to 
her, "Take off all you clothes except for your stockings and garter 
belt."
     .	

     He removed all of his clothes as the girl stripped at his command. 
His eyes drank over her nude form and then he started to go down on her. 
On the way he noticed her breasts and started licking her nipples. He 
took one her breasts completely into his mouth and gave it a deep 
sucking while he fondled the other.  

     The girl said, "Sir, my other breast calls for your attention." 
       
     The duc complied by deeply sucking her other breast. 
.
     Soon he could hold back no longer and pushed his tongue up her 
virginal organ.  He could feel that she was wet, very wet. The duc 
lapped up her juices and they tasted musky and sweet at the same time.  
He had never tasted anything as wonderful as this girl's pussy. Her 
juices tasted like wine and made him feel intoxicated. He found her clit 
and licked it and felt her become more aroused. 

       She started stroking his hair and raising her pelvis off the 
blanket. 

       He held on to her as her hips slowly rose and fell gently licking 
her pussy lost in the bliss of serving her. Then the duc felt her slow 
growing excitement. 
       
       Her muscles tightened and the skin on her skin tightened with 
pleasure.  She put the soles of her feet on the blanket took her hands 
and pushed down on the back of the duc's head thrusting her pussy upward 
into his mouth. 
       
       The duc ran his tongue up her hole and was rewarded with cries of 
pleasure. 
       
       Then she desperately ground her herself against his face. 
       
       The duc licked her clit and he inserted his finger and rubbed the 
base of her pussy. 
       
       She exploded with excitement fell back on the blanket. She 
writhed around on the blanket in excitement as the duc pleasured her 
crying, "My God in heaven and moaning in ecstasy." 
       
       The girl kept coming and the duc kept doing everything he could 
to prolong her pleasure. Her cries gradually turn to moans and then she 
lay panting as the duc planted gentle kisses on her vagina. He stroked 
the side of her face, kissed her lips and held his cheek against hers. 

       She said, "What happened?" The duc pulled back so he could see 
her face. 

       He said, "You came in my mouth, my dear." 
       
       The girl raised her head and said, "I am sorry I lost control." 
       
       The duc kissed her lips and said, "Your coming in my mouth was 
something I most desired." 
       
       "But isn't coming in your mouth like going the bathroom in your 
mouth?" 
       
       "Yes, my child I fear it is." 
       
       "How is it possible to desire such a thing?" 
       
       "Your beauty makes me proud that the pleasure that I gave you was 
so intense, you were driven beyond all reason.  Moreover I so worship 
you that I crave nothing more then to debase myself before you. You are 
so wonderful that I would be proud if you actually went the bathroom in 
my mouth." 
       
       The girl looked confused and then smiled a smile that could only 
be described as beatific. She put her hand against his cheek and said, 
"Oh monsieur you do love me. Please allow me to serve you, as you have 
served me, I long to debase myself also."
.
     The duc started rubbing his penis up and down against her pussy and 
the girl pulled herself open easing his entry. He lined his penis up 
against her hole and pushed forward entering her. 

       She let out a little cry and said, "Oh my god you're in me." 
       
       He pushed his penis in and out slowly making progress. He felt 
such love that he would have gladly died for her. The duc was in bliss 
but was inpatient to gain full access but his concern made him hold 
back.
     
 	"I cannot stand my pussy's resistance to you. Please let me get on 
top." They rolled over keeping her impaled. She held the duc's hands to 
steady herself and lifted until only the head of his penis remained. 
Then with reckless abandon, she slammed halfway home. The girl clenched 
her teeth, closed her eyes and squeezed the duc's hands so hard they 
hurt. 

       His pain and the sight of her on him made him come but after a 
few bursts he regained his composure. He became aware of her expression 
and he said, "I never wanted to hurt you?" 
       
       The girl looked him in the eye and said, "My pain means nothing 
compared to your pleasure." As if afraid he would stop her she rose up 
fell on his sword harder then before. 
       
       He heard her sobbing and saw only two inches remained. 
       
       Then in a grave voice the girl said, "Sir if you truly love me 
you must rape me and rape me with out mercy. 
       
       Possessed by her words the duc's body took control and in one 
motion they rolled over together and the duc thrust home to spite the 
girl's cries. Completely inside the duc stopped and allowed the girl to 
adjust. He never felt anything so wonderful as her pussy shaping itself 
around his penis. 


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

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

     She writhed under him moaning when he entered her. 

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

     The duc slid out of her so he could kiss her deeply. After and long 
passionate kiss they rolled over so the girl lay on top of him with her 
head on his chest.  The duc stroked her hair and gave her gentle kisses. 
Then it struck him that the experience was going to end eventually and 
he tightened his hold.  

       "What's wrong monsieur?"  
       
       The duc said, "It's just that time passes my dear."  The girl 
lifted her head and looked at him. "I was hoping you would take me with 
you. You see I have run away and I have no place to go." 
.     
     
     The duc's face darkened. "Have you been mistreated?"

"Oh no monsieur I've decided to see the world."

The duc was doubly relieved; the girl hadn't been mistreated and he 
would have more time with her. "Nothing would please me more then to 
have you come with me." 

"Good I am grateful you want me to come with you but please know I 
cannot be seen by anyone but the servants."


       After they got dressed the duc saddled his horse and swung the 
girl up on the horse's back and joined her in the saddle. 

She said, "When we arrive at your Chateau I hope, you will be so kind, 
as to give me more lessons in the art of love. I long for you to come in 
my mouth so I may degrade myself in your service."  
       
       The duc, Have no fear I expect to satisfy your longing and have 
many lessons planned for you. He kissed her hair and held her as they 
rode off together.

_______________________________


      Charles woke in the early evening completely content. The duc 
felt the stark contrast with what he felt now and his feelings 
before he dropped to the bed exhausted; exhausted from sex with 
the little girl. The wildest most passionate sex ever, sex beyond 
what he thought possible. The duc felt so tired he fell to the bed 
exhausted and as he faded into sleep the last thing he remembered 
was her warm little body lying on his chest. 
      
      The duc didn't feel her now and knew she was gone, solid 
gone. Charles jumped out of bed conducting a desperate search. 
Where could she be? The girl was from the past, she might get run 
over. Could she find the way to her village? 
      
      Then it hit him. She enchanted him: Jill enchanted him. The 
model made him believe in a girl who didn't exist, a girl who 
could not possibly exist, a girl from another time. As a modern 
monarch of course sex with a little girl from 100s of years ago 
was his ultimate fantasy. A fantasy he never knew he had. 

      It became worse when Charles realized he told her things he 
shouldn't. The duc told her all about his being the secret head of 
Homeland Security for France. He told her about the war on terror, 
and told her secrets he promised never to reveal to anyone even 
under torture. He needed to talk to her; now!

__________

      Charles washed and dressed before he left his room. On the 
way downstairs he thought about what he would say to Jill but he 
had no answer.  

      He headed for the drawing room hoping to find her. He could 
hear people laughing. The Guermantes always had the most 
sophisticated guests. No one was an innocent here especially when 
it came to sex. They were well educated libertines from good 
families who were at home in any western country.  As for jokes 
this group could be making a pun about Jacques Chirac being a 
puppet called Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an 
absolutely filthy American joke the next.  

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

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

      The duc responded in English. "Jill I am no one's sovereign: 
Rather I am yours to command." 

      "My dear duc I haven't seen you for days and I was worried. 
Come sit next to me and assure me that you are safe." 

      The duc walked over to her and Jill took the duc's arm and 
said, "We Americans lost our New Orleans to Katrina and I couldn't 
bear it if the original Orleans was lost also. They sat down 
together and Jill said, "Promise me that you will avoid Katrina at 
all costs." 

      Someone said, "But Jill you can't blame Katrina for New 
Orleans it was really the fault of the American people for 
electing your president Bush." 
      
      "He is not my president.  

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

      Outside the duc said, "I can't believe what I told you. I 
didn't even think it was you." 
      
      "Have no fear. You must know I can keep secrets.  If I knew 
of your position in the French Government I wouldn't have given 
you the experience."
      
      "And I would have lost something very precious: the greatest 
experience I ever had and one I'll never forget. I do wonder why 
you didn't stop me."
      
       The little girl you met in the meadow didn't understand 
anything you said about the government or terrorism. She asked a 
lot of questions but rarely understood your answers. She was from 
another time and place and she never had an education." 
      
      "You mean you actually thought you were her?" 
      
      "I didn't think I was her: I was actually a little girl from 
the past who lived in a small village around here. You forgot 
about Jill and believed she was real because I did. I remember 
what happened to the little girl when I was her but when I was her 
I didn't remember being Jill at all. I didn't remember being Jill 
until I woke up in your bed this afternoon. I hope you're 
impressed?" 
      
      "Yes, of course; I had no idea anyone could cast a spell like 
that. I can think of many ways you can help both me and France. I 
only hope I can pay you back in kind." 
      
      "My mother tried to kill both me and my father when we were 
in the US. I thought we would be safe here but my father called 
and told me there just was an attempt on his life. He will be here 
soon and I need you to talk to the police so he won't be 
arrested." 
      
       
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This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance 
where everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes 
pregnant or is raped, assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email 
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