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



INRODUCTION

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

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

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


Warning

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

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


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



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

Home Invasion III Sex Scene
By Ho Masubi
      
      Jill's father said "I hope you aren't going to be jealous." 
"We are just going to have to trust each other when it comes to 
sex because we are both going to have use sex to survive." "You 
are right. It's not like we can get divorced.  "Daddy hopefully 
everything will calm down and we can become monogamous but until 
then if you need a sex and you can get it go for it." "Yes but 
what are you going to be doing when I am out screwing Odette 
Bonheur?" Jill smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I 
am going to seduce a prince." 
      
Jill peeked into the drawing room and saw Monsieur Charles. She 
entered and sat down on the other side of the room. A new guest 
said, "I remember seeing you in the 'Rapper Jeans ads'?"  Well I 
suppose so.  I only found out about the furor last week." "You 
must be very proud?" "I already created a similar sensation about 
two years ago.  They say Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand 
ships well my butt sold a million jeans." "Your butt, what do you 
mean?" "Stratus Jeans launched an ad campaign with just me in the 
picture wearing the jeans. You could see my face and my body but 
the picture focused on my behind. At the top of the picture a 
suggestive text which read, 'Everyone Wants My.' The next page had 
one word 'Jeans.' The sales increased after the ad but to boost 
interest even further the company planted stories calling the ads 
child pornography.

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

      The President of the company said he knew nothing about the 
ads because he was out of the country.  In reality he planned the 
photo shoot and approved every picture. He was very hands on, if 
you know what I mean." Odette asked, "Don't tell me he was 
grabbing your butt?" "The poor man got so excited at one time he 
was actually humping me like a dog." "How horrible for you." "It 
only happened a few seconds before the man caught himself and 
stopped. He felt embarrassed and apologized. 
      
      I felt no attraction for him but I felt very flattered." 
Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?" "Not with everyone 
around. He showed no malice only boyish lust." "But he broke the 
rules." "Of course but that's why I felt so flattered.  Parker 
Marketing guaranteed my ads sold over a million extra jeans world 
wide. The record still stands and people in the business say no 
one will break it. But what means more to me is people all over 
the world find me attractive." 

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

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

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

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

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

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


      Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her and put her 
on trial and forced her to say she was a witch. Then they cruelly 
executed her anyway breaking their agreement. " "Few people 
understand the truth. The English kept their agreement. She wanted 
to be burned at the stake it was an act of mercy. What was cruel, 
was during her trial, the English made her look in a mirror. Once 
she realized how terrible she looked, she did the only thing she 
could and agreed to do anything the English wanted in exchanged 
for being burned at the stake." 

      Jill let the conversation move on.  She stood and walked 
towed the doors to the garden.   On the way out she looked at 
Charles and trapped his eyes with hers. Jill sat down on a stone 
wall facing the house waiting. Soon Monsieur Charles walked up to 
her and gave a bow. 

      Jill jumped up and stood before him. He extended his hand and 
said "Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of Aquitaine, at your 
service." Jill took his hand and curtsied at the same time. "Jill 
Davenport and I feel honored to meet you." "My dear I fear I 
inadvertently offended you. I avoided you but it's hard for me to 
say why." "I know why.  You want to fuck me." 

      Monsieur Charles bowed his head. Jill said "You know I feel 
flattered." "You mean you directed your remarks at me." "Yes but 
they're true none the less. I need to talk to you." "But how could 
you tell my feelings." "I could see them written all over you." 
Monsieur Charles looked even more embarrassed. "As a model I 
notice such things but I doubt anyone else saw a thing." 

      "I fear even kissing your hand might cause me to lose 
control. You and your father are honored guests of the Guermantes. 
They told me of your committed relationship with your father and I 
respect that and you." "We are monsieur but these are desperate 
times for us and I need your friendship."  "You have it of course, 
my dear."  

      Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty." 'Please call me 
Charles or duc." "Alright let's sit down so we can talk." They 
walked into the herb garden and sat on a bench. Charles said, "And 
what is this proposal of which you speak?"  "I am talking about a 
special friendship and to secure that friendship I propose to 
offer you a special experience." "You must mean a sexual 
experience." "You're correct Monsieur." The duc smiled and said, 
"This isn't necessary. We are already friends."  "I need to 
impress you before we discuss an alliance. Just follow the 
instructions in the note and save your questions for after. I must 
leave before you press me further." 

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

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

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

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

     He looked across the meadow. At times he caught a glimpse of 
something white out of the corner of his eye but it disappeared when he 
tried to look at it. He felt like a lottery winner, still a little 
worried waiting to hear the official announcement. A straw-hat with 
ribbons fell at his feet.  He picked up the hat looking for its origin 
but saw nothing. 
     


     She catapulted up over the crest of the hill in full charge her 
arms and legs furiously pumping, her white frilly dress pressing against 
her breasts with her long blond hair streaming behind. She looked up and 
for a moment all the duc could see were her blue eyes widening in shock. 
He prepared for the collision planning to protect this perfect golden 
girl who clutched a bedraggled bouquet of wild flowers in her left hand. 

       He raised his arms to catch her and turned his head when both her 
legs thrust forward and she bounced off the ground spun completely 
around, slid and stumbled toward him. He reached out but she hovered 
above him both arms windmilling; her blue eyes wider then before, she 
righted herself and said, "Oh monsieur." 


     Enchanted the duc forgot about Jill. Her features matched Jill's 
but she seemed so different and besides this girl must have been around 
10 years old. The girl frowned and mumbled under her breath something 
about curtsy. She reached for her skirt pointed one foot behind her and 
pitched forward stumbled and righted herself. She looked up narrowed her 
eyes, clenched her teeth, grabbed her skirt and twitched a curtsy. She 
gave a sigh of relief and her face took on a look of concern. "I 
apologize for my clumsiness I am most wretched."  The duc noted the girl 
spoke French from this part of France but from a time long ago. Yet her 
speech seemed perfectly natural. 
.

     He handed her the hat.  "Thank you monsieur I have imposed on you 
most dreadfully. I keep losing my hat.  My sisters tell me I am clumsy 
and dim-witted and I fear they're right." The poor thing seemed so 
exhausted from her chase he asked her to sit down. "My dear please join 
me, you need to catch your breath." "I am out of breath monsieur but not 
from the running. I like running.  Not after hats you understand. No my 
breathlessness comes from the fear that I might have run into you and 
touched someone so far above me." "My dear your touch would be most 
welcome.  Please sit down and have a glass of wine."

     She squatted down in front of him fell backwards and her legs shot 
up in the air. The girl continued until her dress rode halfway up her 
back. The duc could see her petticoat and long white stockings held up 
with lace garters.  Then he saw her smooth golden pussy. The girl rocked 
back and forth trying to right her self. Then she turned over violently 
and pulled her dress down.

       She sat up and promptly began to cry. "What's wrong?"  Between 
tears she said, "I am crying because I have offended you by exposing a 
certain part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to any man, much 
less to an august person like yourself." "Nonsense I like looking at 
your pussy."  "You do?" said the blushing girl between sobs."  "Of 
course I do. Like the rest of you it's very beautiful." "But that can 
not be so. Girls are the most wretched of creatures and I am the most 
wretched of girls." "Why do you say that? Your beauty dazzles my eyes."  
"My sisters say I am plain but I fear I'm ugly." 

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

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


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

     The duc lifted her chin and looked her in the eye and said, "As 
your teacher I demand you satisfy yourself in this matter," "How so 
monsieur?" "You must kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many 
times as you like." She jumped up, slammed into him, and wrapped her 
arms around his neck so tightly he almost choked. She kissed him hard on 
the cheek several times. Then she turned and framed his mouth with her 
hands and gave him two lingering lip kisses. The kisses stunned him. 
Before he knew it she kissed his ear and ran her tongue inside. The duc 
felt pure ecstasy, his skin turned to gooseflesh and he felt dizzy and 
aroused.      .

     When his mind cleared he saw the girl sitting her eyes cast down 
and her cheeks burning. "Are you quite satisfied my dear," "For now 
monsieur." "All right, be still because if you kiss me while I pour our 
wine I may feel dizzy and spill it.  I wish you to be refreshed because 
I plan to take you on an arduous journey: one you will nonetheless be 
grateful for. 
     

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

     She looked up and said, "Monsieur you hardly touched your wine." 
The duc stopped staring and took a drink. She said "You wine tastes 
wonderful. I feel grateful for your lessons but an ignorant girl like me 
must bore you." "Nonsense, I never felt so happy." He kissed her hand 
and said, "Another glass perhaps?" "No monsieur, the wine made me feel 
wonderfully giddy. But now I long for you to teach me something I might 
do to please you, if such a thing is possible." The duc smiled and said, 
"May I instruct you in the art of love?" "Monsieur is too kind. As you 
taught me I love men I desire your instruction in this matter." 
     
     
     "First I need to know about any previous instruction." "Surely you 
can tell by my clumsy manner and shyness I have never been alone with a 
man before, except my Pop Pa of course." "But young men live nearby do 
they not?" "Alas my small village only contains girls and old men." 
. 


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

     After several deep kisses the duc said, "My dear child, I love 
you."  "Kind sir, I cannot help feeling your glorious kisses are but a 
prelude to something more?" "My dear, I wish you to grow used to my 
being in you, because I plan to fuck you." "Momma says no word can 
approach the filth contained in the word fuck.  And if the word is dirty 
then the act must be more so." "I fear you mother spoke the truth. But I 
remain steadfast in my intent to fuck you.  
     .

     Do you expect to feel shame as a result of our fucking?" "No 
monsieur I feel honored you chose me to sin with you. Our conspiracy 
creates a secret world that only we can enter and binds us together for 
all-time. If we ever see each other again we will smile at our secret."  
"My precious child you're willingness to sin with me exceeds the honor 
of my being chosen the secret head of Homeland Security for France." 
     .


     The girl said "If you wish to fuck me then I desire it also. 
Unfortunately I fear my ignorance will lead to your disappointment. How 
might I aid you in this endeavor?"   The duc stood up and exposed his 
erect penis. She knelt before him her eyes locked on his member. Still 
staring she reached for it and pulled back. "What is wrong?" "I need 
permission to touch something so beautiful." "But my dear, remember I 
charged you to kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many times 
as you like?" 

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

     The duc stepped back and sat down behind the girl and unbuttoned 
her dress.  Then the girl pulled the dress over her head and the duc 
said to her, "Take off your petty coat but leave on your stockings and 
shoes."
     .	

     He removed all of his clothes as the girl stripped at his command. 
His eyes drank over her nude form and then he started to go down on her. 
On the way he noticed her breasts and started licking her nipples. He 
took one her breasts completely into his mouth and gave it a deep 
sucking while he fondled the other.  Then the girl said, "Sir, my other 
breast calls for your attention." The duc complied by deeply sucking her 
other breast. 
.

     Soon he could hold back no longer and pushed his tongue up her 
virginal organ.  He could feel that she was wet, very wet. The duc 
lapped up her juices and they tasted musky and sweet at the same time.  
He had never tasted anything as wonderful as this girl's pussy. Her 
juices tasted like wine and made him feel intoxicated.  
     .


     Then he found her clit and licked it and felt her become more 
aroused. She started stroking his hair and raising her pelvis off the 
blanket. He held on to her as her hips slowly rose and fell and he 
gently licked her pussy lost in the bliss of serving her. The duc felt 
her slow growing excitement. Her muscles tightened and the skin on her 
face became taught.  She put the soles of her feet on the blanket took 
her hands and pushed down on the back of the duc's head thrusting her 
pussy upward into his mouth. The duc ran his tongue up her hole and was 
rewarded with cries of pleasure. Then she desperately ground her herself 
against his face. The duc licked her clit and he inserted his finger and 
rubbed the base of her pussy. She exploded with excitement fell back on 
the blanket. She writhed around on the blanket in excitement as the duc 
pleasured her. "Aaaaa ooooah ouooooaaaah. My God in heaven; Oh, Oh, 
ahhhh" The girl kept coming and the duc kept doing everything he could 
to prolong her pleasure. Her cries gradually turn to moans and then she 
lay panting as the duc planted gentle kisses on her vagina. 
     .

     He stroked the side of her face, kissed her lips and held his cheek 
against hers. She said, "What happened?" The duc pulled back so he could 
see her face. He said, "You came in my mouth, my dear." The girl raised 
her head and said, "I am sorry I lost control." The duc kissed her lips 
and said, "Your coming in my mouth was something I most desired." "But 
isn't coming in your mouth like going the bathroom in your mouth?" "Yes, 
my child I fear it is." "How is it possible to desire such a thing?" 
"Your beauty makes me proud that the pleasure that I gave you was so 
intense, you were driven beyond all reason.  Moreover I so worship you 
that I crave nothing more then to debase myself before you. You are so 
wonderful that I would be proud if you actually went the bathroom in my 
mouth." The girl looked confused and then smiled a smile that could only 
be described as beatific. She put her lam against his cheek and said, 
"Oh monsieur you do love me. Please allow me to serve you, as you have 
served me, I long to debase myself also."
.



     The duc started rubbing his penis up and down against her pussy and 
the girl pulled herself open easing his entry. He lined his penis up 
against her hole and pushed forward entering her. She let out a little 
cry and said, "Oh my god you're in me." He pushed his penis in and out 
slowly making progress. He felt such love that he would have gladly died 
for her. The duc was in bliss but was inpatient to gain full access but 
his concern made him hold back.
     .

 	"I cannot stand my pussy's resistance to you. Please let me get on 
top." They rolled over keeping her impaled. She held the duc's hands to 
steady herself and lifted until only the head of his penis remained. 
Then with reckless abandon, she slammed halfway home. The girl clenched 
her teeth, closed her eyes and squeezed the duc's hands so hard they 
hurt. His pain and the sight of her on him made him come but after a few 
bursts he regained his composure. He became aware of her expression and 
he said, "I never wanted to hurt you?" The girl looked him in the eye 
and said, "My pain means nothing compared to your pleasure." As if 
afraid he would stop her she rose up fell on his sword harder then 
before. He heard her sobbing and saw only two inches remained. Then in a 
grave voice the girl said, "Sir if you truly love me you must rape me 
and rape me with out mercy. Possessed by her words the duc's body took 
control and in one motion they rolled over together and the duc thrust 
home to spite the girl's cries. Completely inside the duc stopped and 
allowed the girl to adjust. He never felt anything so wonderful as her 
pussy shaping itself around his penis. 


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

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

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

     The duc slid out of her so he could kiss her deeply. After and long 
passionate kiss they rolled over so the girl lay on top of him with her 
head on his chest.  The duc stroked her hair and gave her gentle kisses. 
Then it struck him that the experience was going to end eventually and 
he tightened his hold.  "What's wrong monsieur?"  The duc said, "It's 
just that time passes my dear."  The girl lifted her head and looked at 
him. "I was hoping you would take me with you. You see I have run away 
and I have no place to go." 
.
     
     The duc's face darkened. "Have you been mistreated?" "Oh no 
monsieur I have decided to see the world." The duc was doubly relieved; 
the girl hadn't been mistreated and he would have more time with her. 
"Nothing would please me more then to have you come with me. 

They got dressed and the duc saddled his horse. He swung her up on the 
horse's back and joined her in the saddle. Holding her in front they 
kissed and rode off together.  

He woke in the early evening thinking he never had sex like that. 
He needed a nap after their last session. He remembered they took 
a nap together but when he reached for her he knew she was gone. 
He wondered if could find her before returned to her village. He 
feared she might get lost. Then it hit him the little girl never 
existed.  

Now he understood why Jill called it an experience rather then a 
rendezvous. Riding the horse helped but after he saw the girl he 
stopped thinking and accepted everything.  Then he realized he 
told her secrets he promised never to reveal to anyone even under 
torture. He needed to talk to Jill,

Charles-Philippe d'Orléans came downstairs. He thought about what 
he would say to Jill but he had no answer.  As he approached the 
drawing room he could hear people laughing. The Guaranties' always 
had the most sophisticated guests. No one was an innocent here 
especially when it came to sex. They were well educated libertines 
from good families who were at home in any western country.  As 
for jokes this group could be making a pun about Jacques Chirac 
being a puppet called Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an 
absolutely filthy American joke the next.  

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

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

The duc responded in English. "Jill I am no one's sovereign: 
Rather I am yours to command." "My dear duc I haven't seen you for 
days and I was worried. Come sit next to me and assure me that you 
are safe." 

The duc walked over to her and Jill took the duc's arm and said, 
"We Americans lost our New Orleans to Katrina and I couldn't bear 
it if the original Orleans was lost also. They sat down together 
and Jill said, "Promise me that you will avoid Katrina at all 
costs." Someone said, "But Jill you can't blame Katrina for New 
Orleans it was really the fault of the American people for 
electing your president Bush." "He is not my president.  

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

Outside the duc said, "I can't believe what I told you. I didn't 
even think it was you." "Have no fear. You must know I can keep 
secrets.  If I knew your position in the French Government I 
wouldn't have given you the experience. Once you started telling 
me thinks I was the little girl and I didn't understand what you 
were saying." "You mean you actually thought you were her?" "I 
didn't just think it I was her and that's how I'm so convincing. I 
hope you're impressed?" "Yes, of course; I had no idea anyone 
could cast a spell like you cast on me. I can think of many ways 
you can help France and me.  I only hope I can pay you back in 
kind." "Things are very desperate for us and it turns out we need 
each other more then we both thought." 
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This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance 
where everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes 
pregnant or is raped, assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email 
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