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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.  

The warning is at the end of the story, read it.

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 lover's quarrel? What do you mean?" 
      
      
      "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. The problem is because we think so much of each other we become 
upset when the other country makes a mistake." 
      
      "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 took the Duc's hand and led him into the herb garden. "I need your friendship 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." 


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    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 in the form of 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."

     The girl quickly pulled off her shoes and jumped on the blanket. She squatted down so 
fast she fell on her butt. The girl gave a little cry of dismay and started to tumble backward 
because she spread her arms trying to cushion her expected fall. In less then a second her 
butt was in the air her legs were over her head and the tips of her toes were touching the 
blanket.  

     The Duc felt surprised seeing the girl fall. Her dress slid along her back until it was 
stopped by her breasts. Under her dress she wore a white satin petty coat and a white lace 
garter belt attached to sheer white stockings. The Duc started to laugh but the sight of the 
girl's pussy peeking out from between her legs turned his mirth to desire. 

       At that point the resistance of the girl's muscles brought her rotation to a halt and 
reversed the process causing the girl to flop on the blanket.  The Duc looked down and 
beheld the girl lying unmoving, her dress bunched up at the small of her back, her legs 
spread, with her knees resting on her chest.  The beauty of the girl's golden skin and 
hairless tight little slit stunned him. 

       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 felt amused at her struggle and quietly enjoyed the view. 

        When she saw the Duc staring at her pussy she looked shocked and embarrassed.  Her 
hands jerked forward and pulled the bottom of her skirt.  As a result the girl flipped over 
onto her knees. She looked surprised at her reversal of fortune and slid off her legs into a 
seated position. 
       
     The Duc, confused since the beginning of the girl's fall, started to think. The girl's 
perfectly formed features matched Jill's.  Like Jill she had a narrow waist that gave her an 
hour glass figure even with small breasts and like Jill she had a willowy look because of her 
long legs and graceful appearance. He thought this girl had to be Jill. 

       Then the girl looked him directly in the eye as if she had nothing to hide. She seemed 
so guileless the Duc thought: The girl's skin seemed more golden then Jill's and unlike Jill 
her cheeks were rosy and the color of her skin made her eyes look a shocking blue. Jill's 
eyes on the other hand were turquoise. Jill was a graceful sophisticated 14 year old 
American teenager. She looked very different at times but surely she couldn't change into a 
10 year-old French girl from one hundred years ago.  Besides this girl wasn't sophisticated; 
she had a sweet, artless, clumsiness that made her precious beyond words. At that point 
the Duc realized that the girl was too enchanting to worry about such things.  
       
       
       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." 
       
       She took a big sniff and her tears stopped, "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 and said, "But I must be wrong because 
a man like you knows everything." 

       She looked puzzled and then looked up at the Duc, surprised and smiled. "Now that I 
think about it, I realize I was quite blind; yes, even a girl like me can offer something of 
value. 

        She cocked her head to one side, gave a pleading look.  As she spoke she gave her head 
a slow little shake and with a soft, pleading, reverential voice she said, "You are so wise, 
my only wish is for you, to instruct me in all things." 

       The Duc said, "It will be a pleasure to be your teacher for I doubt anyone has ever had 
such a sweet girl as a student. 

        Now 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 his vision returned and 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, 
a wealthy sophisticated man of the world had sampled the pleasures of the finest 
courtesans, knew only an expert; could produce such an experience. However he had, 
never met a girl like this before and remained entranced, ascribing the action of the girl's 
tongue to beginner's luck and natural talent.  

       "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 knelt 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 face became taut with pleasure.  She held the Duc's head and pushed it down on 
her as she pushed her hips up thrusting her pussy 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 said, "Calm yourself, your coming in my mouth was something I most 
desired," and he kissed her again.  
       
       "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 by having you 
come in my mouth."
.
     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 his hands so hard the Duc felt it. 

       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. 
.
  

     He entered her again slowly this time trying to savor the feeling. 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."


       They got dressed. The Duc helped the little girl find her hat which had blown up 
against the tree.  Duc saddled his horse mounted it then he pulled up the girl and placed 
her in front of him. 

       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 said, "Have no fear, I expect to satisfy all your desires and mine also. He 
kissed her hair and held her as they rode off together."
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      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. If anyone in the government knew what I did I'm sure they'd 
understand but 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 knew what you said. 
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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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.   


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 homasubi...@fastmail.fm remove 
the ... of course.




