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1.      About the story, HOME INVASION

This paragraph below doers not contain a spoiler but it almost does. 
Only read it if you are afraid that the story might be too negative or
too violent. 

This is a story about incest between a father and his 12 year old
daughter. It may seem at first that the story involves non consensual
sex but it doesn't. All sex in this story is consensual and not done as
the result of force. The story isn't about sex or violence it is about
people.  There is no violence in the story only threats of violence. 
There are a number of sex scenes in the story but under the circumstance
laid out in the story sex seems the only way to resolve the issues that
are hidden below the surface before the story begins.  The story is a
romance story. This is a story about two exceptional people who behave
in an extraordinary manner under extremely challenging circumstances. 

       2. Statement on incest and under age sex

I world not want these events to take place in this reality.  I have
never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest seems very
different.  In the same way sex between adults and children appears so
risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or sane adult
would seek. Like everything else any act might be moral.  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 may be
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 hurt then it's no one else's business. Once it because public or once
someone is hurt then it become societies business.        

The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this society, that
there is no rational way to examine the issue.  If one tries to discuss
the issue then one risks being labeled as an offender. The same problem
exists with studies or reports because, if people who have had either
experience, report honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems
or public embarrassment. They only people who are likely to take such a
risk are those who have an ax to grind and they can not be trusted to
tell the truth. As for anonymous reports they can never be trusted. 

It seems we are trapped in own hysteria.  With out knowledge we can't
address any problem.  The legal system always seems a bad way to deal
with any problem but with out knowledge there doesn't seem to be any
other way. All we do know is some people have been hurt terribly and
some people are being punished even they don't seem to have hurt anyone.
 No matter what the issue is, the legal system tends to punish people
aren't malicious while ignoring those who are truly evil, until it is
too late. Hopefully the light of reason will one day shine on this
issue.   


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HOME INVASION 
By Ho Masubi 

It was the last Saturday in June. It had been a gloomy day and
the storm made me turn on the lights early. Good light was
important because I was doing some preliminary sketches for a new
building that was to be the headquarters of a Fortune 500
company. I was at home in my working office not the one where I
meet my clients. It has it has a dedicated computer and printer
just for CAD and is networked to several computers and printers
in my office, and my office in New York. My office even has a
double bed so I can nap with out leaving my work.  I was wearing
my green silk robe.  I didn't like to wear anything under the
robe.  The house was fairly large. It was situated behind a brick
wall next to the private day school that was attended by my 12
year old daughter Jill.   Last year we had moved from New York
City to the suburbs, much to the consternation, of my daughter
Jill. Jill was angry about the move and didn't like living in the
country as she called it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill seemed stunned and was motionless.  "Ok bitch start
sucking." Jill jerked to life, she pushed her lips tight against
my dick jerked me off with her lips.  When I slowed up she
grabbed my dick and pumped me as hard as she could. Then when it
seemed like I stopped coming she started to suck my cock like she
was nursing a nipple.   It felt sweet, so sweet to have her milk
every drop. When I finished coming I just lay back and enjoyed
the feeling of being in her mouth. After I came around and pulled
myself out of her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was gently fingering herself and moaning.  I pushed her
finger away and started eating her. I can't describe how great it
was to eat her.  Someday I would like to spend a day exploring
her pussy. I was lost in the bliss of her pussy so I didn't hear
her.  Then she started rapping the back of my head with her
knuckles.  Still it took me a while to look up.  "Dad listen I
masturbated for you and I even came but it wasn't the same. I
need your penis inside of me because it makes my pussy pulse." 
"My penis does that?  It makes you pulse inside?  I couldn't
believe that I had such an affect on anyone much less this
incredibly beautiful girl.  "Yes, daddy it makes my pussy throb
and if you don't fuck me right now I will explode."  


I caressed her hair as I slid down next to her. I checked my
cock. It was still hard as a rock. I took a breath and pushed my
tongue deeply down her throat. Then I slid over on top of her.  I
opened her cunt with my finger and guided myself into her. I felt
like I was home inside of her soft sweet pussy. "This is much
better then last night. You aren't as big. You fit in me better."
"Last night my prick hadn't come in years." "Oh daddy that's not
right. Mom is such a bitch. I will take care of you from now on."
It was then I realized that no one ever wanted to take care of me
before. I got an idea. Jill was in for a surprise. I grabbed her
ass and fucked her pussy just a little. 

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

You should have seen me crawling around the top of the George
Washington Bridge or the Statue of Liberty without a safety
harness. I got to be in a lot of extra pictures because some of
the other girls were afraid. I was up on top the George
Washington Bridge in February in summer clothes." I was still
adjusting the tub because I never set it up for romance before.
It made for two but I could never get Joan in it. I didn't buy
it. I'm not that dumb.  The tub was made for two. It came with
the house. The guy who sold it to me has a wife who was lover
first and a wife second and they used it a lot. "It was below
freezing and the wind was blowing us around. I had to act like it
was summer and stay clean. Are you listening to me?" She gave me
a little punch. "I'm listening I was adjusting the tub."  I
turned on the mood light. Yes it comes with a mood light.  "Do
you know how dirty that bridge is?" "Sure honey. I have been up
on that bridge too. I am an architect remember? You have to wear
a harness. It's the law." "Daddy, selling clothes is more
important then the law and I would do anything to get to be in
one extra frame.  

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy, are you sure you weren't screwing around on mom or taking
sex lesions?"  "Well, I read a lot of books on the subject." "Did
you do this stuff to mom?" A look came in her eyes, "You couldn't
have." "After the last time your mother and I made love, I
resolved to be great lover. Jill was your pussy actually pulsing
with pleasure?" "Oh yes daddy it was wonderful." I wanted her to
know how much I tried to make love with Joan and said "I got
every book I could find on sex and memorized them all. With my
ability to see how things work in my mind I didn't need any
practice just one more chance but your mother kept avoiding me.
It's not like I didn't try to make love to her before this.  I
was successful with the few women I met before your mother. She
was the first woman that I couldn't turn on.  I tried and tried
but she had no passion.  I would start to make love to her,
rather then fuck her, but no matter what I did she was just going
through the motions. She gave me relief but no love.  I went
through a time when I tried to seduce her. I tried everything
from taking her to St Crux to spiking some brownies with hash and
getting her drunk on Champaign. That time she fell asleep with me
on top of her.  Every time I tried to create any romance I always
ended feeling foolish.  It wasn't all bad, your mother and I had
some great times together. We did love each other.  It's just
that we were never really lovers. Your mother considered marriage
a business arraignment. She made me feel like she was doing me a
favor by staying with me. Somehow she convinced me that marriage
was something I had to do so I could start a business." "Jill
looked a little disappointed that doesn't sound like a good
reason to get married to me." "I guess I didn't know any better.
It seemed a like a good idea at the time but now I realize that
your mother was more interested in my contacts in the oil
business then me.  Once we were married, and she became a member
of the Davenport Family, she lost interest in me.  At that point
the only passion in my life was my practice of architecture and
it consumed me."

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

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

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

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

Then I wanted to kiss her and she knew it.  I knew she was going
to turn around and I tried to pull back, but it was too late. She
tried to turn around so I couldn't move. She kept trying to twist
and turn but she got no where. I couldn't help laughing. "You're
stuck silly."  I pushed her legs apart and pulled myself out of
her. "Oh daddy I hate that."  "Come on honey give me a hug."  
She turned around and grabbed me for all she was worth. It was
the second time she squeezed me so tight that it felt like my
ribs were breaking. The kid didn't know her own strength." "Oh
daddy you are God. You're a king.  You're my love master. You
taught me to milk your cock!"  "I hope you will remember all my
lessons, I reminded her.   She said, "I will never forget today
as long as I live."  "Neither will I, but Jill please remember
how you squeezed my cock with your pussy. It's very important." 
Jill kissed my chest and said, "I promise that I will remember
everything you taught me, master." I still wanted a kiss so I
said, "Ok, now I want a kiss a real..." I couldn't finish because
she already had her tongue in my mouth. It was a nice long kiss.
    

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

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

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

"I have to lock up the place before we go."  I left Jill in my
bed room. Which I hoped was going to our bedroom from now on. I
locked up the house as tight as I could.  I wasn't going to be a
victim any more.  I was going get the best divorce lawyer money
can buy and the best security system that money could buy for the
house.  I might even buy a gun.  Not for Joan.  She didn't
deserve to be shot. She was going to get what she deserved by not
being able to control Jill or me any more and by losing a ton of
money.  All our joint assets would become mine and Jill's. Her
engagement ring and all the other crappy jewelry she picked out
would be hers.  Along with all her clothes and the rest of the
crap she owned. The woman had no taste and I wanted no reminders
of her around.  I was going to cold cock the bitch, with the
divorce papers at the airport. We both had plenty to threaten her
with.  I could have the Davenport Family turn against her with a
phone call. After the divorce she would still end up with more
money then she deserved. So screw her.  

When I got to the living room, Jill was looking at the front page
of the newspaper. "Look what I found in the mailbox.  She placed
her thumb next to an insert on the front page and handed it to
me. "You should read this."  I am sure it's them.  I met Alex
Daniella, in the mall few months ago. He started hitting on me
but I told him he was too old.   I guess I should have told him
that he was too young. He was the same height and weight as the
guy with the shot gun. Working in fashion I can tell these
things. He was there with a bunch of guys.  A few of them knew me
from school. They must have told him, all about me. There was
another guy there too he was very tall even taller then Alex. He
was about the same height and weight as the guy who grabbed me
last night.  I have a feeling that it must have been them. The
name and the heights and weighs match. It's enough for me.


TWO LOCAL MEN KILLED
  IN LAST NIGHTS STORM
_____________________________

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


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



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