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{ASS} Home Invasion III {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons inc)


HOME INVASION I


INRODUCTION

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

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

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

Preface

1.   About the story HOME INVASION.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the 
issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 12 year girl and her father. The 
story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 

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


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


This story takes place in the same universe as the story as
the Home Invasion II, Home Invasion III and MARILYN by Ho Masubi
(MF rom cons inc) 

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HOME INVASION
By Ho Masubi

CHAPTER 1



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 drawing a picture of my 
plans for the renovation of a French Chateau for a meeting 
that I had tomorrow with the owners of the chateau.  The 
fact that I was even in the running for this project was a 
great complement because no American architect was ever 
even considered for such a project. Renovating old 
buildings was my passion and completing such a project 
was my life's dream.  

I was at home in my working office not the one downstairs 
where I meet my clients. It has a scanner and a dedicated 
computer and printer just for CAD and is networked to 
several computers and printers in my office, and in 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 14 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 they 
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, big blue 
eyes and golden skin. 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 at least since I was a teenager. 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 watch 
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 
do 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 her 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 Jill stopped hitting me. Instead she wrapped 
her arms and legs around me and held me to her. 


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 backyard, 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 
have 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 
affect 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 
guiltier. "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 
Ola, 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." 


Jill stood up. "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 as 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 it when you are rough.  "You liked 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 was 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."  It 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 calling 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 roommate. They 
used to laugh about swindling people. They even used to 
laugh at you. I couldn't stand it but I couldn't tell you 
anything. They acted like nuns or something around you 
and you ate it up. 


She did a great job of marketing me I'll give her that.  She 
pushed me right to the top and she always found a way to 
make more money for me then the other girls 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 spokes model 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 
bedroom 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 I felt 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 tingly 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 tingly 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 I 
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 says 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 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 naked little girl one the bed 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 I 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 thoughts 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 are 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 with my 
thoughts, "~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 what 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 that We were 
hearing each other thoughts without speaking. "~Wait, 
daddy you aren't talking.~" "~Neither are you.~" She was 
so shocked that 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 
when I was 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'sme. 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 
that 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 gotthe 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 cockfeels 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 
hersqueezing, 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 once. 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?"  Jill laughed and I had to laugh at that 
one. 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 might even buy a gun.  
Being held at gun point reminded that when I became an 
architect I lost my manhood.  I realized that it's not 
enough to have passion for my work I need in my personal 
life too 

 As for Joan, she didn't deserve to be shot. She cared more 
about money that she carded about her life anyway. I was 
going get the best divorce lawyer money can buy and the 
best security system that money could buy for the house.  
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 the house.  

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.    
  
TO BE CONTINUED

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