Message-ID: <56309asstr$1185171003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1185122501.28291.1201431275@webmail.messagingengine.com> X-Sasl-Enc: fWuduOsXOISDvSwOkdQGoS3BH1/sbkh5AQ3hNu5ouygt 1185122501 From: "xzz" <homasubi@fastmail.fm> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Spam-Prev-Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} <> Rev Home Invasion 3 {Ho Masubi} (Mg, mf, 1st time, con, X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2007 12:41:41 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} <> Rev Home Invasion 3 {Ho Masubi} (Mg, mf, 1st time, con, rom) X-Original-Subject: [spam 8.3] {ASSM} {ASS} <> Rev Home Invasion 3 {Ho Masubi} (Mg, mf, 1st time, con, rom) Lines: 1873 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 56309 Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 02:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/56309> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, emigabe {ASSM} {ASS} <> Rev Home Invasion 3 {Ho Masubi} (Mg, mf, 1st time, con, rom) Total revision better organized and using action verbes. -- xzz homasubi@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Choose from over 50 domains or use your own <1st attachment, "HOME INVASION.txt" begin> gerra@bluebottle.com ckought69@hotmail.com {ASSM} {ASS} <> Rev Home Invasion 2 Ho Masubi} (Mg, mf, 1st time, con, rom) Girl Power stories This is a girl power story; stories where everyone male or female is safe, has power and has great sex. INRODUCTION WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such material. First Amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All information is the creation of the author's imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people, organizations or incidents is purely coincidental. Warning 1. The story appears to involve forced sex at gun point and may upset some people. The sex in the story is actually consensual but involves incest between a father and daughter where the daughter is 13 years old. The story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 2. Do not try this at home. The characters in the story are professionals and can not be injured, killed, ill or become pregnant. The events depicted in the story are dangerous, possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check your local laws.) 3. Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest seems different. Actually there seems to be a biological aversion to incest. Usually people are only attracted to close relatives when they have been raised apart. However there are exceptions. Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, the difference in power between the two maybe so great, that there can be no consent. This is not always the case but laws are made for the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made for any one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is harmed then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public or once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business. HOME INVASION By Ho Masubi CHAPTER 1 The gloom of the day entered unwanted through the windows. The coming storm abducted the sunlight and made me feel depressed. I knew above the clouds the sun shown but I couldn't see it. I wondered why on the Saturday before the 4th of July I worked in my office instead of celebrating like a real man with his family. My wife Joan left for Qatar yesterday to negotiate an oil lease. My daughter Jill barely talked to me since my wife made her give up modeling and a big modeling contract to move to Westchester. I never talked to her much anyway because it's her mother's job. I felt excited preparing for tomorrows meeting with the owners of a French Chateau. I always dreamed of getting the opportunity to renovate something from the Middle Ages and felt honored they even considered me an American Architect. They flew in from France to see their son at Yale and I believe it helped me get a meeting along with hard work and long hours. Even moving to Westchester helped because working in a combination office and bedroom upstairs in a brick Georgian mansion gave me the isolation I needed to concentrate on my practice. I felt nothing could be more important then getting the assignment until I heard a noise in the hall outside my door. I wondered who was there. Jill tells me when her friends come over because I like to wear a green silk bathrobe with nothing underneath. She spends most of her time in her room lately. I saw her a few minutes ago preparing for a shower. One of the few times I saw her this week. So I decided to investigate. I stepped into the hallway and walked into a Remington 11-87 shotgun. Its owner shoved me back in the room. "Are you Dart Davenport?" "Yes, what's this about?" I felt stupid answering him. (The name Dart actually stands for d'Artagnan an ancestor who would be rolling in his grave if he saw this.) The guy with the shot gun stood 6' 3" and weighed about 300 lbs. I'm 6 feet but felt small and afraid looking at him. I felt surprised at my fear because when I lived in Texas things like this happened all the time. Of course we're talking about nearly 20 years ago. He made me sit down on the upholstered chair at the foot of the bed. Then he pulled over my office chair and sat down still pointing the gun at me. I wondered about Jill. The answer came quickly. I heard Jill struggling and pleading with him not to rape her. Then a guy about 6' 9" weighing about 290 with a stocking over his head and a Desert Eagle pistol dragged Jill into the room and through her on the bed. She looked like a golden Heidi Klum with natural golden blond hair and blue eyes lying there. She wore no clothes and her big blue eyes looked as wide as saucers. I felt stunned at her beauty. She lacked any body hair and her "A" cup breasts looked perfect as the rest of her. "Why'd you bring her in here?" "This is a chance to settle out bet." "I don't know." "Don't tell me you forgot our bet." "I remember I just don't know about the whole thing." Jill got up and sat on her legs and spread them. She even looked sexier sitting on the bed then lying down. She folded her hands, looked up and them and said, "Please don't make my father do me in front of you. I couldn't stand it if you watched me when we did it." "The guy holding the shotgun said, "You're right. She really turned me on when she said that. She's hot and thinking about watching her father do her really turns me on." "Yes and this will prove what I've said all along." The guy with the pistol pulled me to my feet, yanked off the robe and pushed me on the bed. Jill bent over and spread her legs and sat back up. The guy who threw me on the bed said, "Jill, do you like it when your dad fucks you?" Jill's face went pale, tears welled up in her big blue eyes and she folded her hands like she was begging and her lips pouted. I thought she's making it worse because the expression on her face made her look irresistible. The guy with the shot gun said. "Damn look at her." "I know; he must fuck her all the time." "No, he's too gay to fuck her. He's too gay to fuck anyone." "Ok that's the bet and who ever loses will give the other what, $500?" "No who ever loses has to talk to the bitch from now on, 100% of the time." "That's fine with me. I can't stand her." The guy with the pistol turned to us and said "My sister said, my father used to fuck her all the time but I never got to see it because he died." "Your sister's a liar. It's impossible for a man this big to fit in a girl that small." "We have a bet I say you can fit and my friend here says you can't. I said, "I'm not going to fuck my own daughter." "Oh you'll do it. If you don't I'll kill her." "Jill's tears ran down her cheek and she begged, "Please dad, I don't want to die. Please do it, so they won't kill us." The way she spoke melted my heart and made me want to do what ever she wanted, even this. "But I'm too soft." "You're gay! Eat her out, asshole unless you want us to kill the both of you." Well I went down on her I had to. Just as my face approached her pussy I could smell just a hint of musk and rose-petals. I never saw pussy without hair except in pictures. Jill's pussy looked beautiful. I couldn't help thinking it's over 5 years since I tasted any. The moment my tongue touched her pussy she started breathing heavily and she started moving around. I never had such an immediate response. I tried to push my tongue inside with no success. I pulled back and started spitting on her pussy. I really poured on the saliva. One of the thugs said "see he's spitting on her." "Even her dad hates her." "Go ahead rape the bitch. Fuck her up. Fuck the bitch up. Go ahead beat the shit out of her while you're at it" I didn't care what they said. I felt determined to give Jill as much pleasure and love as possible even if it killed me. Besides it was the first time ever with a world class beauty, even if she was my daughter. I planned to fuck her as if our lives depended on it because it did. After this I figured either they'd kill us or I would go to prison for the rest of my life. I covered her pussy with kisses to save our lives but once I touched her pussy having sex with her became the most important thing. I held her ass checks in my hands they felt like silk and her flesh felt like heaven. I wished I could spend a day making love to her butt. I licked her little hole in earnest she opened up I moved up to her vulva. I felt the ecstasy of exploring my daughter. Then I found her clit and licked it. She stiffened at first and I thought I hurt her but I kept licking. Jill started stroking my hair and slowly raising her pelvis off the bed. I felt like I was in a trance. I held on to her while Jill's hips slowly rose and fell, as I gently licked her. Then I explored her while my finger tongued her clit. Jill writhed around like a bitch in heat. I fingering the bottom of her pussy and Jill closed her eyes and heard breathing. I never felt as this powerful. Jill, a world class beauty, belonged to me. I made her wet and pushed my tongue inside and lapped up her juices. I never tasted anything as wonderful as this little girl's pussy. It tasted musky and sweet at the same time. Her juices tasted like wine and made me feel intoxicated. "Ok, fuck the slut, fagot, she's ready." I never felt so hard in my life. I slid up to mount her. Looking down at the beautiful face and entering her meant everything. As I started to mount her she bent her knees and spread them for me. We both acted on instinct like we every male and female whoever mated. I slowly pushed my cock inside and saw her smile and her tears. I gently started pumping her with tiny strokes. Then I looked in her blue eyes and fell into her. Jill never said a word or made a sound, but she threw her arms around me and squeezed me so tight I felt she broke my ribs. I pushed myself up and looked look down on my conquest. I stopped moving so her pussy could stretch. I could feel her cunt wrapping itself around my cock. I felt proud being the first one in someone so beautiful. Then we became the same person for an instant. He poked me again. "Ok, fuck her; fuck the shit out of her." No one had to tell me twice. I started fucking her but not to hurt her. I wanted to show her love no matter what. The whole time I thought the words I love you I love you and I tried to radiate my love into to her. I rolled us over a little and I cradled her in my arms and rocked her back and forth while I moved inside of her. I buried my face in her hair and then started giving her little kisses in the top of her head and temples. Then overcome with passion I started to really fuck her. This was my only chance to be a man, a real man, a world-class lover. So I rolled over on top of her and I plowed my penis along the bottom of her pussy. I could feel her react. I knew intuitively what she wanted. I learned to play close attention to my partner and keep doing different things. When something worked I kept it up until she started to calm down. Then I kept trying new things until something worked. With Jill I knew what she wanted like I could read her mind and I gave it too her. Moreover I tried things with my penis I only read about and I knew she loved it. I never felt so much pleasure or so much like a man as I did then. Then I treated her gently. I pushed myself in all the way; moved my hands across her skin; rubbing myself against her clit. I felt her feeling waves of pleasure. Then I kissed her hair and her forehead and moved down kissing her face and her cheeks. Somehow I bent enough to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. Jill said "There're gone. There're gone." I slowed up a little but didn't get off I couldn't. I decided to break every rule I believed in and finish the job no matter what punishment man or God had waiting for me. I increased to the rhythm. Jill hit me again and again and said "Stop, stop, they're gone." I just couldn't stop. I told her, "I can't control myself. I can't stop. You're the sexiest woman in the world. It's the greatest experience of my life. You're Aphrodite, my Moon Queen, a goddess, the love of my life. I'm sorry I can't stop, Moon Queen. Jill stopped hitting me. Instead she kissed me, wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me. I lost control and my body took over and acted on instinct. I banged her as hard as I could but I neither knew nor cared what she felt. I started feeling angry she was so beautiful and I wanted her so much. I knew the bitch was mine and I was going to use her for my pleasure. She belonged to me. I went crazy and fucked the hell out of her. I wanted to come but something held me back, I thought about, the taboo against coming in my own daughter. Then I realized I hadn't satisfied her. I used her to satisfy me but now I needed to give her the pleasure I took. I started doing things with my cock that worked before but did it faster and harder. I knew if I kept this up everything would take care of itself. I felt my heart weakening but I refused to stop. I could die no better death then to die giving pleasure to this perfect child. Then when I heard her moaning and felt her pussy pulsing, contracting and relaxing, against me everything changed, I relaxed and just became one with the moment. The pressure kept building higher and higher but I kept fucking. At first I noticed Jill became still; like she knew I would come before I did. Then the pleasure finally broke through. My come felt like a river of pleasure shooting through my cock. I was a perfect pump. I was fucking her and pumping my jetizum into her at the same time. I exploded with pleasure locked in ecstasy. Then I became conscious of coming again and again into my daughter. I shot so much I could feel the come leaking out of her. I was proud I filled her. Then I came to my senses and rolled off her and Jill ran out of the room sobbing. I knew I should call the police. I felt such release I drifted off to asleep. The last thing I heard was the shower running. The next morning I woke to the sound of thunder and a tree falling. I put on my robe and ran downstairs. A full force thunder and lighting storm raged and the rain fell like sheets. A Nor'easter with gale force winds surrounded the house. The big tree in the backyard was rotten and when hit by the lighting it exploded and nearly fell through the roof. Someone should have removed the tree a longtime ago. I made coffee and drank it in the dining area. I realized I should have known about the storm and protected the house. I never took care of the grounds either. I paid others to take care of things men should do themselves. As I looked out at the devastation wrought by the storm on the woods behind our backyard I realized my life was ruined. Two tremendous thunder claps shook the house. They woke Jill, because I heard her walking downstairs. I waited in fear terrified at what she would say. She filled a glass with ice- water from the fridge. She always keeps a mug, filled with ice cubes and ice-water with her, where ever she goes. No soda or candy for her. The only other thing she drinks is fruit juice. She walked into the dining area wearing a pink version of my silk bathrobe. "Dad what's going on outside isn't important. We need to talk." I followed her into the living room with my head down. I felt like I was walking the last mile and the sound of the wind outside made things worse. I set my cup on the coffee table and I sat down on the couch. I watched as Jill put her mug down on top of the napkins she brought with her from the kitchen. She also put some napkins under my coffee cup too. I felt afraid. I committed a crime against my own daughter. Jill said, "Can a daughter sit on her daddy's lap?" She climbed up on my lap. I told her I'd call the police and confess everything. "No just answer my questions. Did you really mean what you said last night?" "Well I felt excited. I'm not sure what I said. You can't possibility know how a girl can affect man." "Oh yes I do, I was a model for 6 years and I know about men." "Then maybe you can understand why I lost control. I haven't had sex with your mother for years." "Yes, but what the whores you screwed?" "I was faithful to your mother until last night." "Mom said you never were faithful to her and every husband including you goes to whores all the time." "Jill you know me I'm too conservative to go to whores or fooled around on mom." "So add lying to mom's crimes." "Mom's crimes?" "Last night you called me the sexiest woman in the world?" "I lied. You're not attractive I just pretended." "Liar, you got a hard on right now." I didn't realize it but I was hard as a rock. I also noticed Jill subtly sliding back and forth on my lap. I didn't know what I felt. "Ok you better get off." "I will not. You've been very bad and I want you to explain yourself." "Look what I did last night was very wrong. I tried to save our lives. Jill leaned her head against my chest and her robe opened up. Then next thing I knew I was putting my hand into her robe and cupping her breast. "Now you are grabbing my tits; pervert." When I realized I tried to stop but I just couldn't. Instead I kept kneading her breast. "You're obsessed with me." "How can you tell?" "You mean how can I tell, besides the fact your dick is hard as a rock and you're playing with my tits?" I never felt so embarrassed but I couldn't stop. "I know when a man becomes obsessed over me. They taught us to recognize stalkers and report them. Even the photographers sometimes became obsessed. Remember my ads for jeans ads, causing such a stir?" "I never saw them, but people called the ads kiddy porn." "You never looked at anything I did, did you? I was only ten when they shot the ad. They sold a lot of jeans. It holds the record for producing the most sales. Afterward the photographer, Max Steinberg took me aside, and said since he took those sexy pictures all he wanted to do was screw me. He said he needed to screw me for us to work together. He promised if we became lovers he'd make me into a supermodel. I told him I wanted to earn it, not get it lying on my back." I heard things about teen models even pre- teen models having sex but I never believed them. "The bastard, if I knew what he said to you..." "Hush dad. What happened, happened. I stopped working with him and he helped my career behind the scenes. He even gave up shooting the biggest assignment of the year so I could work it. They called it Full Frontal Fashion and it's a big deal. A big designer planned to introduce a new preteen line and he told them Ola, you wouldn't know who he is. He told them his biggest competitor would to a better job and recommended me as the lead model. It's a cut throat business and he made a big sacrifice. He must have really cared about me. Some girls advance their careers as child models with sex but not me." "Now dad I want the truth or I will call the police." I broke down and told her everything. I still wanted her and can't stop thinking about her. "You're just too damn beautiful. I can't help myself. You're a goddess." "That's better you want me and you're obsessed." I started to apologize but Jill said, "Dad I liked it!" I felt more surprised then relieved. I couldn't believe she actually liked what happened. "But honey you told me to stop." I thought you didn't want me. Once you started saying you loved me you made me the happiest girl in the world and I didn't say anything after that?" "Daddy I'm a whore." "Jill stop" "Hush. Mom told me women either become mommies or whores. Men need to degrade woman, so God made whores to relieve men so they could stay with their wives. She said sex is dirty and nice women only have sex to make babies. After that men go to whores for relief. Last night I discovered I like sex which makes me a whore. Nothing can change what happened last night." She turned and kissed me. "But you're wrong..." Hush don't make me call the police. It's your choice you can go to prison or have a young model as your personal whore." She got off me. "Dad we need a sex break. Stand up." "I'm sorry Jill. I'll stop. I promise." "I said we need a sex break." When she saw my dumb look she said. "A sex break is a break where we have sex. I need to suck your cock." "But Jill we can't." She pulled off my robe and pushed me back down on the couch. I could hear the thunder booming while my daughter stood before me; letting her robe fall to the floor. She looked like a priestess right out of a movie like Raiders of the Lost Ark. She took my penis in both her hands and took a deep breath. Then she pushed her face toward me and took my penis in her mouth and let it slide down her throat. Then she bobbed her head back and forth but far too soon she came up for air. Oh God, dad it's wonderful. I wanted to do this since last night." She started stroking my cock. "You're pretty good for a beginner. It's like you did it before?" "No but they showed us how; in case a pervert caught us. They make us take birth control for the same reason, in case you were wondering. You were wondering weren't you?" "Not now honey this feels too good" Jill smiled and said, "Then, I'm doing something right? "You're perfect, like always." Jill blushed, "I thought sex was wrong. I even talked other girls out of it. It's embarrassing if the other girls, like my friend Georgia knew." I took her hand and slowed it down. "Hush." I lay back and let her stroke my penis and enjoyed the feeling letting the pressure build. "Listen I want you to stroke my dick as hard as you can and then I'll grab your head and shove my penis in down your throat." "Dad?" "Shut up. Do it now!" Jill went faster but not fast enough. "I kept yelling at her to go faster. Then it felt perfect. Using both hands she pumped furiously. I closed my eyes and lay back fighting the need to come. I never wanted the feeling to end. Her hands felt so soft. The ecstasy increase and increased. Then I grabbed Jill's head and shoved my cock down her throat. I lay down on my side and pushed her head back and forth jacking off into her mouth. Then when I couldn't go any faster I started fucking her face showing no mercy slamming into her face again and again. When my orgasm slowed, I ran out of energy. Jill seemed stunned. I said. "Ok bitch start sucking." Jill jerked to life, she sucked my dick and I kept coming. Finally I stopped and pushed her face away. I stared at her beautiful face. Then I saw blood and I thought I gave her a bloody nose. I licked the blood off her lip and kissed her. I never realized up until then how much I wanted a personal whore. "I fucked your face hard honey. You may have a bloody nose," I pressed a napkin up against her nose but the bleeding stopped. "Are you ok?" "It felt great I'm so proud you came in my mouth. I wanted to suck your cock more then anything." Jill went over to the mirror. "I didn't know anyone could feel so excited over me." She checked her face. "None the worse... In a few minutes I'll know if it's a bruise. I never bruise." She turn from the mirror and said "Dad can we keep going." "If you want to, honey." I stood up and picked her up. "Where are we going? I thought we're gonna fuck?" "I'm going to fuck you all right, but why waste my nice big bed. I started toward the master bedroom and Jill said, "Daddy wait. I'm thirsty." I turned back and saw her mug of ice water. I lowered her down to the coffee table where she picked up the mug and the napkins. I walked down the hall; buck naked carrying a little nude nymph, when all hell broke lose outside. The thunder and the lighting shook house and the lights flickered. Jill held me tighter. The door to the master bedroom had been left open like all the other doors in the house. The perfectly made bed looked inviting. I usually sleep in my office. It's not like Joan and I use it. Holding Jill I threw back the covers and I placed the mug of ice water on the headboard and gently laid her on the bed. The first time I shared this bed I looked at her. I still couldn't believe her beauty. I took the mug and I helped her up so she could drink. I took a drink too. The storm raged on. The sound of the thunder increased my excitement. I needed sometime to recover. "I gave her a quick chaste kiss. Then I gave her a real kiss a loving kiss. I gently parted her lips with my tongue and I explored her mouth. She responded and we went back and forth each trying to out do the other with how sweet and loving a kiss could be. I started to caress her breasts. Then I held her breasts firmly but gently giving her another deep kiss. I took my tongue and played with her tongue as I kneaded her breasts. Her tongue responded and with my urging she started exploring my mouth with her tongue as I concentrated on fondling her breasts. I took her hands and showed her how to caress and fondle my body. Her hands swept down to my penis which she stroked. She did to me what I did to her. She broke the kiss and said. "You look so beautiful to me right now." I rolled her over taking her left breast in my mouth. As I licked her nipple I kneaded her other breast with my hand. Then I inhaled her breast and gently kneaded her breast with my lips and my mouth. Then I reached own and started fingering her pussy. Once she started moving her cunt up and down off of the bed I went down on her. Her pussy still looked and felt beautiful. I ran my tongue up her hole and drank from her sweet pussy. Then I took her hand and guided to her cunt. Then I pulled back a little. "Ok you little whore. I want to masturbate for me." "I thought you're going to fuck me." "Not yet, you need to learn to masturbate." It's wrong for girls to masturbate?" "Who told you mom?" "She said it's the worst thing a girl could do. She said you'd be ashamed of me." "Now I worried Joan really screwed Jill up. "You could control me better if I didn't know how" "No honey, a girl should needs to control her own pussy and her own body; trust me. Now I'm going to watch you play with yourself. So you better do a good job." "Then can we fuck?" "We'll see? You have to earn your fucking, so do it right the first time and I might fuck you." I guided her middle finger into her hole and told her to feel around. Jill got excited instantly and said, "Oh daddy this feels nice." Then I guided her finger up to her clit. She jumped when her finger hit her clit. "Oh! Shit! Fuck Damn!" "I felt shocked and said "Jill I didn't think you knew such words." She started giggling "I never had a reason to use them around you." "Hearing you swear turns me on." I loved acting like a pervert. I actually taught my own daughter to masturbate. Not that masturbation is wrong but dads shouldn't be giving masturbation lessons to their daughters. They shouldn't be screwing them either, but if I was forced into this I might as well enjoy it. Watching my innocent little angel acting like a little slut felt obscene. I loved it when she'd raise her head to look her at cunt. I started stroking myself to her rhythm. She rubbed her clit and then she pushed her middle finger along the base of her pussy. Then she sat up and while she squeezed her breast she rubbed her clit with her finger. Then she rubbed her clit with her thumb while she pushed her middle finger in and out of her cunt. God God. Aaaah Aaaah ah ah ah ah. And then she flung herself back on the couch; exhausted. She gently fingered herself as she moaned. I pushed her finger away and started eating her. I can't describe how great it felt. I'd love to spend hours exploring her pussy. She started rapping the back of my head with her knuckles. Still it took me a while to look up. "Dad listen I masturbated for you and I even came. I need your penis inside of me because it makes my pussy pulse." "My penis causes you to pulse inside?" I couldn't believe I could make anyone feel like that especially a girl this beautiful. "Yes, daddy my pussy throbs for you please fuck me I'm about to explode." I caressed her hair as I slid down next to her. I checked my cock. I took a breath and pushed my tongue deeply down her throat. Then I slid over on top of her. I opened her cunt with my finger and guided myself into her. I felt at home inside of her soft sweet pussy. "This feels much better then last night. You're not as big. You fit in me better." "Last night my prick hadn't come in years." "Oh daddy that's not right. Mom's such a bitch. I'll take care of you from now on." I realized no one ever wanted to take care of me before. I grabbed her ass and fucked her pussy just a little. Then I took one arm, wrapped it around her back and I rolled over with her on top. She grabbed my shoulders. Oh daddy you'll to slip out of me. I kissed her on the forehead and said. "Jill sit up." "But daddy you'll come out." "No I won't. Then I gave her a little slap on the butt. "Sit up slave." "She gradually sat up on me." I really saw her beauty for the first time. Her skin, her features even her little tits looked perfect. I lost myself in her beautiful blue eyes as Jill adjusted to her new position. She moved around a little. "Oh this is so cool. I'm actually on top." I tore myself away from drinking in her beauty and I took control. "Now you're going to fuck me." "But daddy I can't." "Hush baby. Lean back as far as you can." "But daddy I'm afraid you'll come out." "Obey me slave." She leaned back all the way and I still remained buried in her little hole. "Daddy you're bigger then I thought." "Ok, sit up again. Now push up a little." She moved too fast and slipped out but she grabbed and slipped me right back. "Sorry dad. It won't happen again." She was a good as her word. She experimented moving up and down and leaning back and forth. "You can also move straight back and forth. Jill experimented, while I just looked at her. Dad it's so cool and I can place you where ever I want. I feel like a Queen. She opened up her arms. "I'm Queen of the world" I waited for the kid to quiet down. "Ok, Jill now it's time for you to fuck me." She looked confused. "Thrust yourself back and forth like before and fuck me like I fucked you." Jill started to move back and forth. Then her face lit up with a smile. "I didn't know girls could fuck. It feels unbelievable." "Jill started humping me. She did it faster and faster. All the sudden I wrapped my arms around and stopped her." She fought me at first "Why did you stop me? What went wrong?" "No honey I started to come." Jill started thrusting and I grabbed and stopped her. God it felt so good to grab her. "But you want to come?" "I want us to come together. You felt my dick getting harder and bigger." "Yes dad and then it started to twitch." "You see baby you made me start to come." "I did that?" "Yes honey and I want you to bring me close to coming and then slow up until you catch up. If you feel I'm losing it I want you to stop and wait till I calm down. I want you to time it so we both come at the same time." "I'm not sure." "Jill you're always perfect you'll make it work. And if it doesn't work we will just have to practice again and again until you get it right." "Oh daddy, can we?" "As much as you like." "I pulled her down and kissed her deeply." "You're more beautiful then I could ever imagine." Jill then straightened up. "Play with my tits while I fuck you." I pushed my hands forward and clutched both her little breasts with my hands. Then I started playing with her nipples while she started in again. She picked up the part about varying her speed right away. "I can make you bigger or smaller." Then she got too excited and lost it. She just went crazy pumping me faster and faster. My cock kept expanding. Just when I felt sure I was going to come. Jill grabbed my arms and gave me a hug. "Did I do it right?" "Yes baby so far. I felt about to come when you stopped." "Oh dad I want to be just perfect for you." She began fucking again and moved like a million dollar call girl. Then I started bucking around like crazy. She hugged me and held me close and kept fucking. She rode me like a jockey and like a great jockey she kept me running but did it in such a way I calmed down and relaxed. Then she sat up and started fucking faster but she lost me. "I almost came first. It's not easy getting us to come at the same time." She pushed back her hair and let out a sigh. Then she reached over to the headboard and picked up the mug of ice water, and took a drink. "You need a drink. I don't want you passing out on me, old man." I tried to say something but she pushed the mug up against my lips and the water spilled running down my neck and chest. Jill laughed and said; "I'm sorry I should know you can't drink lying on your back" She helped me up and held the mug to my lips while I drank. The icy cold water felt great pouring down my throat. Jill was more considerate then, my wife. Then she picked up an ice cube and dropped the freezing water on my chest. "Like the cold daddy, Jill teased. Such sweet torture. My kid performed like a champ the first time. Then she rubbed an ice cube over my forehead and put it in her mouth. "You taste great." She took another ice cube and rubbed it on her tits. "Oh God oh God Shit.' The sight of, this beautiful creature rubbing the ice cube on her tits felt incredible. Then she held the ice cube in her lips and pressed her lips to mine. We pushed the ice cube back and forth between our mouths. Then she pushed it into my mouth and sat up and started fucking. She kept repeating the same cycle; starting slowly then moving faster but varying her speed at the same time; only to stop and repeat the process. Then I thought she took me too far. I knew I couldn't hold it and exploded and heard I heard her come. We came together. It seemed like I empted myself into her. "Thank you, thank you princess, I love you so much." Jill's answer was to start kissing me all over too. We kissed her and as our tongues danced together while we ran our hands over each other. We drank from each others mouth. Then the kiss broke and we fell apart. "Oh daddy you came out." I lay there just listening to the thunder in the distance. Then I stood up. "Dad, where're we going, now? I want a cuddle." "I'm going to the tub." Jill ran ahead into the bath. The master bedroom has two different rooms adjoining it a bathroom or commode room where you, you know, and another room adjoining called the bath. The bath has a large whirlpool air tub to nice for bathroom. I staggered after her into the bath I wasn't used to this much activity. "Wait a minute I need to look in the mirror." She looked carefully all over her face to see any signs of our rough love making. Meanwhile I turned on the tub so filled with water and set the rest of the controls. I set it and then the tub does everything automatically. "I'm ok daddy no bruises." "I'm sorry but I just went crazy." "I like it when you're rough. "You liked it? Weren't you afraid?" "Dad models have to be tough. I don't remember feeling afraid until last night. I only felt afraid at first. But normally I'm brave. You can do anything to me no matter how dirty or degrading because I can't say no. A girl who fucks her father can't say 'I'm not that kind of girl.'" I wish you saw me crawling around the top of the George Washington Bridge or the Statue of Liberty without a safety harness. I got to be in a lot of extra pictures because the other girls were afraid. I posed on top the George Washington Bridge in February in summer clothes. It was below freezing and the wind blew us around. I needed to pretend it's summer and stay clean. Are you listening to me?" "All the talk about freezing bridges makes me feel cold. " I picked her up and stepped into the water. Jill wanting a kiss pulled my neck. The next thing I knew we're under the water with me on top. We popped out of the water coughing and laughing. She dunked my head and we started splashed each other which lead to wrestling. We rolled around in the water for a while. She expected her to be fast and in shape but her surprised me. Knowing jujitsu made her a better wrestler then me. I started feeling her up and once we were face to face we started kissing. We came up from under the water in a passionate kiss. Then it hit me. I broke the kiss and said, "What about mom?" Jill changed in an instant "Divorce the bitch." "But she's your mother." Jill said, "She abused me. She treated me like crap and robbed me of my modeling contract..." "What's so important about the contract?" "You never listened to me even once. I'd have my own signature line, with my own designs. I'd make a million dollars when I signed the contract. It cost the people I worked with a lot of money too." "Your own line: You design clothes?" "I know how could a dumb blond design anything?" "Who told you that?" "Your wife called me, 'The dumb blond no one cares about.'" "Jill I can't believe that Joan would ever say anything like that." I saw the anger light up her face. "No Jill wait, I believe you. I never knew mom was anything but nice. She was a little cold maybe..." "Behind your back she was different. She never could model but she could act. How do you think she made so much money in oil leases? Remember her roommate. They used to laugh about swindling people. They even used to laugh at you. I couldn't stand it but I couldn't tell you anything. They acted like nuns or something around you and you ate it up. She did a great job of marketing me I'll give her that. She pushed me right to the top and she always found a way to make more money for me then the other girls. She only cared about money. She used to dump me on the set and take off trying to cut another deal for me or another oil deal. She didn't care how they treated me. Luckily I got famous fast and learned how to take care of myself. "Maybe your mother and I had problems but she loved you." "She hated me and everyone hated her. I had to talk my lawyer out of suing her when she took away my contract. She covered herself well but my lawyer and other people invested a lot of time and money in me so I could get that contract. Then your wife, my mother, turned it down out of spite." "Spite?" "Yes spite. She got into a fight over the contract at the modeling agency once when I was there. She started talking about what a great model she was and how they took advantage of her. Well one of the executives got so mad he pulled out a head shot of her and showed it to me. She sucked as a model and only worked because somebody pulled strings. The poor woman could never look good on film. Your wife is pretty. She looked a lot like me at my age but she looked horrible in the picture. Anyone modeling could see it. Maybe I missed it because she was my mother but she just wasn't photogenic. I couldn't help laughing at all her lies, right in from of her and everyone else at the agency. Then mom said I'd never work again. I asked to talk to you but you wouldn't listen because you just never cared" "But Jill," Maybe you cared about me but not about what I thought." "I really dropped the ball when it came to acting like a father." "Yes daddy you're a terrible father. I can manipulate people. I could have tricked you into listening but I could make myself do it. I talked my lawyers out of suing her. They would have won. They had the goods on her and didn't want to settle either. They were so mad they didn't care if they won or lost what they really wanted to do was embarrassed the hell out of her. The only problem was me. My lawyer said he'd even handle your divorce for free." "Divorce?" "Yes! What do you think she'd do after she lost the suit? Mom would really have gotten back at me. She used to slap me around but after the suit I'm sure she'd try to kill me. I told my lawyer you'd protect me. Imagine how I felt going to the lawyer's office with my tail between my legs and tell them you wouldn't protect me because you didn't care." They wanted to go to protective services because of mom's abuse. I had to talk them out of it too because I wouldn't stand a chance in the foster care system. Girls who look like me spend most of their time in the system getting gang raped. "Jill you know I'd protect you." "How could I possible know with you ignoring me until last night? You're a terrible father but a great lover. Now you're going to break up a 15 year marriage and sue the meanest trickiest woman in the world because you're screwing your underage daughter." "How did I get into this?" "Well you ignored me and ignored your own sexual needs and then" "Hush Jill. You designed clothes people bought." "Yes daddy I sold my designs. The contract meant I'd be the national spokes model for my own line of clothes." "Jill you could get everything back. You could go back to modeling. I'd take you to auditions. I'd give up my practice for you." "You'd actually give up your business for me?" "It goes without saying." "No it doesn't. You never said you loved me until last night"? "I'm a man and working hard and making money shows I loved you." "Dad you're a terrible father. You never paid any attention to me. We never even talked once." "But it's mom's job." "Daddy it's your job. Fathers mean more to girls then their mothers. "I don't want to go back to modeling I hate it." "Hate modeling? Then why care so much about it" "Daddy I only cared about modeling because no body cared about me. I modeled because if I couldn't be loved at least I could be important to someone, even if it wasn't you. What I really wanted was for you to pay attention to me. To care about me. Daddy, please love me." I hugged her saying I loved her. I kept repeating it I don't know how many time. Then the conversation started up again. I said, "I always loved you as a daughter and I'm sorry I never showed it. Jill let me be a real father." "Ok daddy but we have to have sex too. I wouldn't really call the police I'd go to New York and become a prostitute. Neither you nor mom could stop me because you both abused me. "Did she really hit you?" "She hit me in front of witnesses and I have tapes of her verbal abuse. Let me prove it. She jumped up and ran out of the bath." I yelled after her to dry off. I got out of the tub and dried off. I walked into my bedroom and I could see Jill's little wet foot prints on the carpet. The storm turned to just rain. Then in an instant she came back caring a towel and a letter. She handed me a sealed postmarked letter from her lawyer. "I saved this." I sat down on the bed and read the letter. Jill said she felt cold and crawled under the covers. The letter confirmed what Jill said about her lawyer wanting to sue Joan. It said Joan breached a verbal contract and a signed letter of intent. It stated Joan said she terminated the contract because Jill laughed at her. I felt bad all over again. "Daddy come over here and warm me up. I crawled over next to her. She put her head on my chest. I kissed her head. I caressed her back and her side. She snuggled closer. The rain lulled us off to sleep. Then, just barely awake I felt myself touching her and being touched as if I felt what she felt. Jill said, "Daddy your hands make me feel strange. You must have magic powers. Then she jumped up and broke the spell. "You taught me so much, yesterday. I know I've no right to say this, but you're a great lover. You took control of me, like you were taking candy from a baby. The moment your tongue touched my pussy I lost control. You probably don't know it, but as a model I have complete control of my face and my body. People in the business tell me I'm the best. No one could ever control me but the instant you touched me with your tongue I surrendered. When I saw you get on top my knees just went up by instinct. I presented my pussy to your cock. At that moment I felt like we were the same person controlled by the same desire. When you entered me it felt so intense at felt pleasure and pain. I felt glad it hurt because it made it real. I felt proud you entered me, and squeezed you as hard as I could. Thanking you, for making me a woman. Then I learned more about being a woman. I could feel my pussy shaping itself around you. I looked up into your green eyes and you looked beautiful to me. For a moment it felt like we joined and became one person. Then something broke the spell just before you started fucking me. You did wonderful things. Things I couldn't even describe. You knew how to give me pleasure and anticipated my every need. You found places in me I didn't know existed and pleasured them and me with your cock. Then just when I felt like I wanted some gentle loving you turned me on my side. Then you kissed and cuddled me giving me such pleasure I lost myself for a while. When I came to I looked at the thugs watching our lovemaking and they looked ashamed. After a while they actually looked like they were being tortured. Finally they couldn't stand it any more and ran out. I felt proud and victorious because I beat them. Then everything changed. I felt horrible for tricking you into fucking me. I started crying because I felt like I betrayed you. I expected you to jump off when they left. Then I thought you didn't know so I hit you. One I heard you call me a goddess and the love of your life? I couldn't believe you meant me. Then you said "Moon Queen" Being called "Moon Queen" is my secret fantasy. No one knew except you. I felt so happy I cried. I wrapped my arms and legs around you and pulled you deeper into me. Your cock felt gigantic it felt good but it hurt too. You can't know what it's like with a man twice your size in the softest part of you who is out of his mind with lust." Jill popped up her head and gave me a grin. "Do you daddy? Were you learning about sex by doing it with guys?" We laughed and I shook my head no. "I know you really couldn't do it with guys by how excited I made you." "You fucked all the crap out of me. I mean all the self centered stuff about modeling and moving. Then the pleasure became intense and I faded out. Then my skin felt all tingly and pulse shot through me making me feel extra good. I realized you needed to come but couldn't because you thought you were raping me." I knew if I paid attention, it would work itself out. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm me but I fought off and stayed with you. I just kept getting higher and higher. Then my uterus started pulsing and glowing. It felt like an atom bomb sending shock waves through me. I pulsed all over. I thought I'd die with pleasure. I became ecstasy and passed out. Then I heard myself moaning and moving under you. I just drifted in and out of bliss letting the after shocks take me where they will. Your need to come brought me back. The explosion of pleasure ended but I felt happy. I went from heaven to nirvana. One moment I felt perfect pleasure and the next I felt perfect peace at belonging to you. Then I could feel you stiffen and let lose. You started yelling and coming into me. It felt wonderful having you come in me. I could feel your prick but I couldn't feel your come inside of me. But when it came out I could feel it on my skin. Then for a little while it seemed like our minds joined and I could feel how proud you were for filling me up. When we came apart I felt so lost I ran away. "I thought you ran away because I hurt you." "Then I was wrong about you." "No you weren't but forcing someone into sex is such an awful thing, something so wrong I couldn't accept what I felt. I never felt confident enough to trust my own intuitions outside of my practice. It's still wrong because at times I didn't care what you felt." "No daddy you don't get it; not only did I want it to happen I made it happen." "That's not possible. You're changing everything around. They held us at gun point and made me rape you and made you agree to it." Jill looked down as if she was going to admit something wrong. She said, "I admit I felt scared when the big guy grabbed me. I just stepped out of the shower. I knew he thought of himself as an avenger. Most spree killers believe themselves to be heroes and the rest of the world as evil. They're easy to control before they start killing. They came here to kill you not me, not me that is unless I posed a threat. I never thought about death before and I asked myself what I wanted to do before I died and thought about you. I never would have known. I could have talked him out of it but they'd leave and kill someone else. Then when he talked about his brutal father and his sister I knew the one thing that couldn't fail and what I wanted were the same. It seemed like fate and I went along with it and made it my plan. I knew just what to say to make him think the whole thing was his idea. I started talking about rape and being afraid of my father. When he started dragging me out of my room I knew what was going to happen and I couldn't turn back." When he pulled me into your office the plan even looked better. The guy holding you was younger and not so far gone. He felt doubts about killing. The older guy lacked the courage to kill on his own so he needed to convince him with a demonstration proving everyone was brutal. He thought you'd beat me and rape me justifying your death and a killing spree. He would have killed me too; putting me out of my misery out of pity. I knew you wouldn't hurt me. Once they saw the way you treated me they couldn't kill anyone. " I still couldn't believe her. "But he threw you on the bed and you begged?" "You think it's an accident that I said things to turn them on; and posed in a sexy way? Do you actually think I don't know how I look when I pout?" "No you were the victim." "You think being a 90 pound girl being held at gun point by a room full of men made me weak? A picture in a magazine is even smaller and weaker then I and it can't talk. There is a three second rule in print ads which means people only look at a print ad for 3 seconds. That means that I have 3 seconds to make someone buy something they don't want and all I can use is an image of me. Once in the same amount of time as last night I convinced some very cynical models I worked with that I was having an affair with George Hamilton: compared to that; last night was easy. "You were out of your mind with fear: you look terrified I saw it on your face." "You saw what I wanted you and them to see. If you want me to prove it sit up." We sat across from each other on the bed. Jill looked at me and smiled then her face turned pale and tears started rolling down her cheek. She looked just like she did yesterday. "Please dad, I don't want to die. Please do it, so they won't kill us." It was like; it happened again. I felt dizzy and confused. "What happened?" "It's a replay of yesterday." "Can you make your face white and start crying any time you want?" "I do this for a living. I see you need another demonstration. She wiped off the tears with the sheet and the color returned to her cheeks. Then her face whitened and tears welled up. When the tears flowed she said, "Please dad, I don't want to die. Please do it, so they won't kill us." The whole thing made my hair stand on end." "It's hard to believe even though I saw it happen before my eyes." "It's just my job." "How did you remember to say exactly what you said yesterday?" "Models can't forget their lines, we get so few. "Then you made it happen and you tricked me." "Jill hung her head and looked ashamed. She said, "So now you know." Then she looked up, her expression changed and she gave a little giggle. "Want me to do it again?" "No I couldn't stand it. What are you?" "I'm your daughter not a monster. I'm a model and I have to change my expression in an instant. It's not like the movies where you have a script and you can prepare for days. The photographer says give me an expression and you do." Want to see me mad? She covered her face and when she took her hands away her face turned from white to red and she looked so angry I felt afraid at first. Then she repeated the process going from happy, to grateful, and then perplexed. You have to look the way the photographer wants you to instantly or you don't work." "If you wanted me why didn't you trick me into it before?" "You know I hate tricking you even when I should. I didn't know because it's hard for girls to know what they feel about sex." "Are you saying it took a gun to make you realize you wanted me?" "I needed an excuse to let myself go sexually. It seems to me society values a girl's worth on the importance of her boyfriend. In other words a girl's feelings should be controlled by logic not desire but the gun took away all responsibility." "So you're saying you didn't want to be raped." "No I couldn't stand it if someone raped me. Society controls my sexual feelings that why I need to control my body." How did you know so much about sex?" "I read a lot of books on the subject." "Did you do this stuff to mom?" A look came in her eyes, "You couldn't have." "I wanted one more chance to turn her on but I never got it. She felt no passion for me. I tried almost everything but no thing worked. Out marriage became a business arrangement. 'No one loved or cared about me either until last night." No honey, I loved you and plenty of other people love you too." "Prove it." "I will if you do exactly what I tell you." I learned something today and I planed on using it. I believed we could do something very special. We're going to lie down on our sides and I'm gong to fuck you from behind." "You gonna fuck me in the butt, cool." "Sorry honey, I'm not going to fuck your butt, not today.' "Someday soon, right dad?" "We'll see. We lay down on our sides and looked in the same direction. "I want you to look at the wall not at any of the pictures or out the window." "No problem I do this for a living" "Ok here we go." I wet my middle finger and reached down in front of her. I started at the top of her vulva and slid my finger down to her clit and touched it. Jill jerked with surprise but I felt her become wet. I opened up her pussy with my hand. "Now reach between your legs and put me in." She inserted my erect penis in her. I pulled her toward me forcing myself in as far as I could go. "Now roll over on your stomach just a little. Put arms at your sides. Ok, reach back inside of my arms hold me to you. Now wrap you legs around my legs not too tight. Can you hold this?" "It's a piece of cake. I can hold you like this as long as you like." I pulled her head around and kissed her again and gently began to fuck her. Then I pushed in as far as I could. "Now look at the wall and say I love you and think of me.' "I love you" "No, say it to you self and make sure your thinking of me." "Oh daddy: Who else but you?" "Hush." I did the same thing." Then I ran my hands down her sides. I moved too fast at first so nothing happened. I slowed up and still nothing. So I nuzzled her ear and kissed it and then tickled it with my tongue. I knew if I let myself become frustrated nothing would work. So I forget about everything. I kept saying "I love you." and enjoyed the moment. I relaxed more and more and stopped trying. It was enough to just be inside of her no matter what happened. I knew Jill and I could trust her to do her part. I just relaxed and started drifting off to the sound of the rain. I just held her and let her hold me. I kept saying I love you, I love you and I just let everything, go. I may have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was stroking her side again. It felt a little strange. I just relaxed and let the feeling grow. I could feel my side being stroked. At first I thought Jill was doing it but; no I was feeling what it was like to be touched by own my hands. They were rougher then I thought. I was feeling what Jill felt. I put my tongue her ear again and I felt an intense feeling of a tongue in my ear. No, it was Jill's ear. No, it was our ear. I was inside her mind. I stopped speaking and talked to her with my mind. I reached down and felt her breast. Jill said, "I can't believe how great they feel to you, it makes no sense. When I touch another girl's breast it doesn't feel like that. I thought guys touched them to make the girl feel good. They feel special to you. They feel great." I touched her breast again. "No wonder you like them, so much." I thought "Jill, do you like the way this feels." She kept using words and said, "Sure dad, I don't know what you're doing but I feel so close to you its like we are in each others minds" "You're going to feel what I feel when I fuck you." I moved in her. I was surprised how soft the skin on my penis felt. Jill said, "It feels like an iron bar to you? To me your penis is soft, the skin I mean. Your penis is hard but the skin is so soft it makes me jealous. This is what you feel when you're inside of me. It feels great. I'm inside of me." I looked in her memory and I saw her give a boy a hand job. She saw what I saw, but didn't know what was happening and said, "I only did it once daddy, I'm sorry. How can you know so much about me, it's like you're looking right into my mind?" I told her with my thoughts, "I found a way for up to share thoughts. You let yourself get groped a few times. God an old man humped your butt on a photo shoot." "Yes it was the shoot for Stratus Jeans commercial. The owner of the company did the humping. It was the one shot by Max Steinberg they called kiddy porn. How can you see this?" "I keep telling you but you can't believe it. You have to figure it out yourself. Again we're in each others head." "What do you mean?" "The photographer who took those sexy pictures of you, he attracted to you. You led him on. "Jill responded by thinking instead of speaking even though, she didn't know it. "I didn't realize at first, what I was doing. Now I realize he reminded me of you." I could see the resemblance. "You had a crush on him but I can't tell what you really felt." "The moment he said he could make me a super model I stopped having any feelings for him." I saw how his offer insulted her "He thought I couldn't earn it. I thought he respected me." Jill's sense of morality stopped anything from happening. "I think he just wanted you so much he didn't know what to say. He loved you" Then she realized we heard each others thoughts without speaking. "Wait, daddy you're not talking" "Neither are you." She started to speak again and said, "I'm not?" Then she tried to see if our telepathy was real. She thought "How can we talk without speaking out loud?" I thought, "When two minds become one, we can hear each others thoughts." "I wanted you to find out for yourself." She thought, "You're tricking me, somehow. If you can really hear my thoughts then start fucking." I responded with a few gentle strokes. "You're reading my mind! You're in my mind! You're magic?" "We're both special and magic happens." She said, "I can see you still love her." "If you love someone it never ends." Jill showed me her memories of Joan. As Jill became more successful, Joan got worse and worse. I could see the abuse. I told Jill, "Can't you see her jealousy." Jill showed me more memories. It made me angry anyone could be cruel to Jill, especially her mother. "She laughed at your tears. She loved taking away the contract and all you worked for." Jill showed me her memories of Joan and her friend making fun of me. I couldn't take it. "Stop it!" I turned way from Jill's memories of Joan. I couldn't stand to see my blindness. So I thought about the happy times we had as family. Times when Jill was growing up. We should have had more good times together but my ambition and Joan's ambition got in the way. Still there were good times and they were real, just as real, as the bad times. I showed Jill's the good memories of our family and the love that I had for her. "Oh there's me when I was a baby and there's me growing up. You and mom took me to Central Park and we all played together. I must have been three. You loved me. I can see mom in your memories telling you how proud she was of me. You both loved me. I never knew. Please, can we do this forever? " I didn't know how long this would last and I there were two things I wanted her to learn. I flooded her with my view of her. Not of the Jill who lived in the real world but the Jill who lived in my mind. "Oh daddy, I'm not nearly that great or perfect." Then I showed her what she looked like to me when we made love. "You can't think I look like her? No one could look as beautiful." I told her, "You look that way to me. Everything you say gives me pleasure." I showed her my thoughts. I showed her what I really thought about her. "`You praise me constantly in your mind; you keep saying to yourself that I do everything right the first time, but you never say it to me. You think I'm funny, too. I do, say that stuff, but I never knew how much you liked it. You meant all those things that you said about me. You really think that I am a love goddess. Oh daddy, you love me so." When she saw how much I loved her. Her feelings of joy and of love swept over us. Our bodies responded. I started fucking her again and when Jill felt, what I felt, her whole pussy started contracting and relaxing. Then I took control. I increased the force of the contractions and timed them so her vagina milked my cock. Then I woke her up and taught her how to do it. She took over, squeezing and milking my penis with her vagina. When she felt the way her pussy felt to me when she milked my cock she said. "Girls are great. No wonder you worship us." Her excitement made me come and when she felt me come she came to. Wave after wave of pleasure slipped through us. We felt two orgasms. We pulsed with pleasure and at the same time I felt myself pouring ever drop into her. We were both in an ocean of pleasure. We found each other and embraced, forever. The next thing I knew I hear quiet, incredibly quiet. The storm passed and I felt a sense of peace I never felt before. We let go of each other but I was still inside her. She lay face down on the bed, sobbing. My eyes had some tears too. We lay there together. Then I wanted to kiss her and she knew it. She tried to turn around so fast I couldn't move. She kept trying to twist and turn but she got no where. I couldn't help laughing. "You're stuck silly." I pushed her legs apart and pulled myself out of her. "Oh daddy I hate when you pull out." "Come on honey give me a hug." She turned around and squeezed me so tight I heard my ribs crack. The kid doesn't know her own strength." "Oh daddy you're God and my king." "Daddy the storm's over." I said, "Perfect timing because we're going out for brunch. Come on Jill I felt your hunger from the inside. I can't allow my daughter to starve." "Where we going, daddy?" she asked. I teased her a little and said, "Can't you tell?" "I can't read your mind like before. I can only a see few things." "We're going to the Red Rose Tavern. It's the best place for brunch, so wear something special." She looked down and I could tell she was getting a mushy. "It's our first date." I knew she wanted a hug but I exceeded my limit for mush already. "Hurry I want to see you in something special." She jumped up and shot out of the room. I just lay there for a few seconds, drinking the whole thing in. Then I roused myself and dressed. I usually take my clients to lunch and the same place so I knew what to wear. I just finished adjusting my tie when I saw Jill in the mirror. "The tie's wrong." She handed me a brighter tie. "You wore a business lunch tie not a date lunch tie." What could I say the kid knows fashion. "Sit down you're too tall." After she put on the tie I looked at her dress and said, "I never saw a dress like that before it looks beautiful." "You like it daddy?" She just looked at me expecting more. "It looks great on you. What?" "Look at the label; she bent her head and I look. "Jillda? What brand is that?" "Daddy; Jillda, J. I. L. L. and D. A., Jill Davenport. It's my brand or would have been until your bitch wife. "You said 'bitch' and it reminds me, last night the guys talked about dealing with a bitch." "I know when they said that I thought about mom too. I said nothing because it can't be her. Someone paid them because they just came into money you can tell by their clothes." "You mean someone paid them to kill me?" "I doubt it because they planned on killing a bunch of people. I know they started with us because they both acted nervous about killing." "They knew our names and the layout of the house." "They'd have to be very stupid to start with the person they're paid to kill because it attracts the most attention." "In the past I lived a very different life but if one of those people wanted to kill me they would have tried 20 years ago. Now there's no motive to kill me. But I know someone is after me I can feel it and I'm never wrong about these things." "There's no point in talking about it until there's a motive for murder. Now look at my dress." She did several poses and then spun around. "I wanted you to see a sample of one of my designs. We were going to start off with a line for preteens. I made up the slogan, 'We're Not Teens. We're Not Girls. We're Special.' I know it makes my skin crawl too but it would move the product. The clothes were going to be made with a new kind of computer controlled machines adjusted the proportions especially for preteens. It's hard to fit the age group properly. They aren't teens or girls." I couldn't resist, "But they're special." Jill just looked at me. "Armani it selling this one, I think. Oh dad, the whole line was broken up and sold. It breaks my heart." I took out the Akoya pearl necklace I gave to Joan in one of my many attempts to woo her over. I put the necklace around Jill's neck and clasped it. In a cheery voice Jill said, "We're going to screw mommy in the divorce, aren't we?" "It's the first time I ever really got to screw her." Jill said, "I hope she likes it, cause you can really screw, can't you daddy?" Jill laughed and I laughed, really laughed for the first time in years. I missed laughing. It was going to be pleasure, before work from now on. I walked around the house locking every door and window I could and blocking those without locks. A gun stuck in my face woke me up. When I became an architect I lost my manhood. From now on my life would be based on passion. I refused to be a victim any more I might even buy a gun. As for Joan, she didn't deserve to be shot. She cared more about money then people. I'll find a greatest divorce lawyer money can buy and the best security system. She's not controlling Jill or me any more. All our joint assets would become mine and Jill's. Her engagement ring and all the other crappy jewelry she picked out for herself goes with her. Along with all her clothes and the rest of the crap she owns. The woman has no taste and I want no reminders of her. I'm going to cold cock the bitch, with the divorce papers at the airport. Jill and I have plenty to threaten her with. After the divorce she would still end up with more money then she deserved. She made a lot of money in the oil business and my family in Texas got her started. So screw her. I'll call the Davenports and turn them against her. Actually I should start acting like a Davenport. When I lived in Texas I would have laughed at those guys took away their guns and pistol whipped them. I'm going to learn to do that again. I walked into the living room and saw Jill reading the front page of the newspaper. "Look what I found in the mailbox. She placed her thumb next to an insert on the front page and handed it to me. "You should read this." I know it's them. I met Alex Daniella, in the mall a few months ago. He started hitting on me but I told him he was too old. It turns out he's too young. After he left me he talked to a bunch of guys and one of them looked like the guy who grabbed me last night. Some of the kids in the group knew me from school. I'm sure they told him, all about me. It's them I know fashion. TWO LOCAL MEN KILLED IN LAST NIGHTS STORM _____________________________ Local police identified Alex Daniella 18 and Ian Daneby 20, who were pronounced dead at the scene of an accident on Bulkley Avenue. The van traveling at a high rate of speed in rainy weather rounded a curve and ran off the road. The van overturned and struck a tree while the vehicle was on its side, causing the interior of the car to collapse. The police are at a loss to explain the large number of fire arms found in the van. A police spokesman said the case was under investigation" Something clicked, I said, "I'm sure it's them too. I wish I had a chance, well it's too late they're dead." "At least they can't terrorize anyone else." "Oh daddy, it's going be a great life." I didn't say anything. I took the paper and threw it on the couch. I straighten myself up in the mirror and Jill did likewise. I gave her kiss and a slap on the butt. We stepped out of the old house together. The storm cleared the air and the bright sunlight made my eyes water. I shut the door and made sure it was locked. TO BE CONTINUED <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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