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   {ASSM} {ASS} Rev <> Rev Home Invasion III Sex Scene Before and After 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.

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

   Home Invasion III Sex Scene By Ho Masubi

   Jill and Dart, her father fled to France to escape her mother who kept
trying to kill them.  They feared being arrested also because they were
having sex and Jill was 14.  Dart had brown hair and ruddy good looks and
Jill was a blue eyed golden blond and a world class beauty who had worked
as a top advertising model.  Jill's mother hired two violent teenagers,
crack heads, to kill them because she wanted Jill's designs for clothes and
her husband's money.  As an advertising model Jill could control people
because she saw their inner most fantasies.  When the crack heads invaded
their home intent on killing them she tricked the invaders into ordering
her and her father to have sex before they were to be killed.  Jill and her
father never had sex before but they made love in such a beautiful way the
teenagers became so ashamed, they left without killing them.  However after
Jill and her father started having sex they couldn't stop.

   The day after the invasion they met Monsieur and Mademoiselle Guermantes
who were brother and sister.  They owned a chateau in France and Jill's
father who was an architect had put in a bid to remodel it.  The Guermantes
had no intention of hiring Dart for the job but as they were traveling
close by they stopped in to visit him.  When they learned Jill and her
father were having sex and the danger they were in they offered Dart the
job because they wanted to help.  The Guermantes felt if Jill and her
father stayed at their chateau they would be safe from the mother and the
American police.  They helped because they were very kind and because they
were a brother and sister who lived as man and wife.  It was one incestuous
couple helping another, besides they were French.





   Even though Dart was a great architect he couldn't remodel anything in
France with out help from the French.  The French being a jealous people
would not want Jill's father to be successful.  Jill had a plan perfectly
suited to win over the French.  In a word the plan was sex, and lots of it.
They would assemble a team of people to help Jill's father remodel the
Guermantes' Chateau by having sex with them.



   Jill's father said "I hope you aren't going to be jealous."



   Jill responded, "We are just going to have to trust each other when it
comes to sex because we are both going to have to use sex to survive."



   "You are right.  It's not like we can get divorced."



   "Daddy, hopefully everything will calm down and we can become monogamous
again but right now you need to seduce Odette because you need her help and
her contacts at the university."



   "Yes but what are you going to be doing when I am out screwing Odette
Bonheur?"



   Jill smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I am going to
seduce a prince."



   _____________________________________________



   Jill peeked into the drawing room and saw Monsieur Charles.  She entered
and sat down on the other side of the room.

   A new guest said to Jill, "I remember seeing you in the 'Rapper Jeans
ads'?"

   "Well I suppose so.  I only found out about the furor last week."



   "You must be very proud?"



   Jill smiled a weary smile.  "I already created a similar sensation about
two years ago.  They say Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand ships
well my butt sold a million jeans."



   "Your butt, what do you mean?"



   "Stratus Jeans launched an ad campaign with just me in the picture
wearing the jeans.  You could see my face, I wasn't wearing a shirt but the
picture focused on my behind.  At the top of the picture a suggestive text
read, 'Everyone Wants My.' The next page had one word 'Jeans.' The sales
increased after the ad but to boost interest even further the company
planted stories calling the ads child pornography.

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

   The President of the company said he knew nothing about the ads because
he was out of the country.  In reality he planned the photo shoot and
approved every picture.  He was very hands on, if you know what I mean."



   Odette asked, "Don't tell me he was grabbing your butt?"



   "The poor man got so excited at one time he was actually humping me like
a dog."



   "How horrible for you."



   "It only happened a few seconds before the man caught himself and
stopped.  He felt embarrassed and apologized.



   People who know me know I'm attracted to older men but in this case I
felt no attraction for him at all; none the less, I felt very flattered."



   Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?"



   "Not with everyone around.  He showed no malice only boyish lust."



   "But he broke the rules."



   "Of course but that's why I felt so flattered.



   Parker Marketing, guaranteed my ads sold over a million extra jeans
world wide.  The record still stands and people in the business say no one
will break it.  But what means more to me is people all over the world find
me attractive."

   Odette said, "My God Jill you are a breath of fresh air.  I wonder what
you feel about the enmity between our country and yours.  Don't you feel
the Americans are being unfair?"



   "Enmity I know of no enmity between our countries, only a lover's
quarrel and no one is fair in a lovers quarrel."

   "A lover's quarrel?  What do you mean?"





   "France and America are two sides of the same coin.  The French feel the
Americans are arrogant and the Americans feel the French are arrogant. 
Actually they both recognize their own greatness.  The problem is because
we think so much of each other we become upset when the other country makes
a mistake."



   "So you feel the French are a great people?"



   "The French painted pictures 1000s of years before other people knew the
meaning of the word."



   Sarah Vestri said, "What do you mean?" and Prudence answered, "She means
the caves around here: The famous cave paintings."

   Jill continued, "Critics said the paintings were too sophisticated to be
painted by cavemen but they were 'French Caveman' for God sake of course
they were sophisticated."



   Prudence said, "The thought of a French caveman seems quite amusing."



   "In any case the Americans accuse the French of being artists and the
French accuse the Americans of being cowboys.  If the truth be told cowboys
admire artists and artists often wish they were cowboys."

   Odette seemed agitated, "But Jill, Americans accuse the French of
cowardice."



   "Well that's a lie the French are the best fighters but France or should
I say the French need a king."



   "Don't tell me you're a monarchist."



   "Not for America but the French need a king in peace and especially in
war.  With a strong leader they can conquer anyone.  After all Napoleon
conquered all of Europe."



   "What about Russia?"



   "That's why they need a Frenchmen to lead them.  The French know
clothes, but Napoleon being Corsican, didn't know the importance of hiring
a good tailor."



   "Tailor?  You think his soldier suffered defeat because of their
uniforms?"



   "All history comes down to fashion.  The buttons on the French soldiers'
uniforms were made of tin.  In a beautiful warm place like Bordeaux tin
makes a great button but in the freezing Russian winter the buttons
crumbled and the soldiers coats opened up and they froze.  They couldn't
even keep their pants up.  It's an amusing picture even if it is tragic,
the greatest soldiers in the world, running into battle, with their pants
dropping around their knees.

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

   Then there is Joan of Arc because of fashion, she made short shrift of
the English."



   Monsieur Charles's voice rang out, "You would make a great Joan of Arc.
You are even her age."



   "Sorry monsieur but I couldn't bear to be her.  Her story is much too
tragic."



   Monsieur Charles said, "But what of her great victories for France?"



   "At what cost, her biography clearly states she cut her hair short and
round in the fashion of young men of the time.' In the Middle Ages mirrors
were rare so the poor woman simply had no idea what she did to herself. 
The French soldiers would rather face death at the hands of the English
then have to look at Joan's hair."



   Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her and put her on trial
and forced her to say she was a witch.  Then they cruelly executed her
anyway breaking their agreement."



   Jill shook her head, "Few people understand the truth.  Joan made an
agreement with the English, one any woman would have made, myself included.
She kept her agreement and so did the English.  Burning her at the stake
was an act of mercy.  What was cruel was during her trial, the English made
her look in a mirror.  Once the poor woman saw what she did to her hair and
the way she looked, she wanted to be burned at the stake."

   The room exploded in laughter and she stood and walked towed the doors
to the garden.  On the way out she looked at Charles and trapped his eyes
with hers.



   Jill walked through the French Doors onto the patio.  She sat on a stone
wall facing the house waiting.  Soon Monsieur Charles opened the same door
and walked up to her and gave a bow.

   Jill jumped off of the wall, curtsied and bowed her head.



   He extended his hand and said "Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of
Aquitaine, at your service."



   Jill extended her hand and the Duc shook her hand.  "Jill Davenport; I
feel honored to meet you."



   "My dear I fear I inadvertently offended you.  I avoided you but it's
hard for me to say why."



   "I know why.  You want to fuck me."

   Monsieur Charles bowed his head and said, "Then everyone must know of my
shame."



   "There's no shame in being attracted to a girl who sold a million
jeans."



   Charles still looked embarrassed.



   "Have no fear most of the people here are libertines and favor sex of
any kind.  They also keep their mouth's shut.  Still I doubt anyone else
knows.  I happen to be one of the few people who can tell what people want
just by looking at them.  Monsieur Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of
Aquitaine I see your inner most fantasies."



   "How is it that you know my fantasy?"



   "Monsieur, it is my job to know it, I am an advertising model."



   "That is amazing are all models like you."



   "Advertising models are a breed apart and it's something we must know.
None the less I hope you will forgive me for sounding arrogant but people
in the field say I'm the best."

   "I fear even kissing your hand might cause me to lose control.  You and
your father are honored guests of the Guermantes.  They told me of your
committed relationship with your father and I respect that and you."



   "I knew your feelings, and I spoke as I did because I knew my words
would draw you to me."



   The Duc looked surprised, "Why do you want to talk to me?"



   "Monsieur, you are very attractive man and one all women wish to know
but these are desperate times and I need your friendship."



   "You have it of course, my dear."

   Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty."



   "Please call me Charles or Duc.  I hate when I'm called majesty"



   "As you like; my Duc."



   "Please know you didn't offend me.  Somehow I like it when you call me
majesty but I don't like others saying it.  There are also political
reasons I must avoid acting like a king especially now that I have a
position; a position I must not talk about."



   Jill took the Duc's hand and led him into the herb garden.  "I need your
friendship I am talking about a special friendship and to secure that
friendship I propose to offer you a special experience."



   "You must mean a one time sexual experience, a rendezvous."



   "You're correct Monsieur in that I am talking about a one time sexual
experience.  I would not call it a rendezvous or and assignation either; it
will be something far more profound.  The most important fantasy you have
will be fulfilled; a fantasy you may not even know you have."



   The Duc smiled and said, "This isn't necessary.  I am already at your
service.  Please what can I do for you?"



   "I need to impress you before we discuss an alliance.  In a few days,
perhaps a week one of the servants will give you a note.  You must follow
the instructions precisely.  While the experience will seem simple from
your point of view it will take a great deal of planning.  Any deviation on
your part as to the time or the place and it won't happen."



   "But Jill."



   "Please save your questions for after.  I must leave before you press me
further."

   ________________________________



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

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

   The Duc feared riding into solid brush but he feared missing his first
sexual experience with Jill even more.  He often fantasized about American
girls but after meeting the 14-year old model he realized this girl
surpassed all his dreams.  She looked like a golden, blue-eyed Heidi Klum.
Yet her ability to change her look made her appear to be a different person
every time they met.  She said she wanted to impress him but he wondered
how he could possibly be more impressed.

   .

   The Duc drove the horse toward the wall as an act of faith.  A hidden
trip open the brush wall like a door and the Duc rode into a hidden meadow
filled with wild flowers.

   .

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

   .

   His eyes searched across the meadow.  At times he caught a glimpse of
something white out of the corner of his eye but it disappeared when he
tried to look at it.  He felt like a lottery winner, still a little worried
waiting to hear the official announcement.

   A straw-hat with ribbons fell at his feet.  He picked up the hat and
looked for its origin.  He looked behind and when his head turned back he
was greeted with a surprise.



   She catapulted up over the crest of the hill in full charge her arms and
legs furiously pumping, her white frilly dress pressing against her
breasts, her teeth clenched, with her long blond hair bleached by the sun
streaming behind.  She looked up and for a moment all the Duc could see
were her light sky blue eyes widening in shock.

   He prepared for the collision; wanting to protect this perfect golden
girl who clutched a bedraggled bouquet of wild flowers in her left hand. 
He raised his arms to catch her and turned his head when both her legs
thrust forward and she bounced off the ground spun completely around, slid
and stumbled toward him.  He reached out but she hovered above him both
arms windmilling; her blue eyes wider then before.



   She righted herself and said, "Oh monsieur."



   The girl frowned and mumbled under her breath something about curtsy. 
She reached for her skirt pointed one foot behind her and pitched forward
stumbled and righted herself.  The girl looked up narrowed her eyes,
clenched her teeth, grabbed her skirt and twitched a curtsy.  She gave a
sigh of relief and her face took on a look of concern.  "I apologize for my
clumsiness I am most wretched."



   The Duc, still in shock, noted the girl spoke French from this part of
France but from a time long ago.  Yet her speech seemed perfectly natural.
He handed her the hat.

   "Thank you monsieur I have imposed on you most dreadfully.  I keep
losing my hat.  My sisters tell me I am clumsy and dim-witted and I fear
they're right."

   The poor thing seemed so exhausted from her chase he asked her to sit
down.  "My dear please join me, you need to catch your breath."



   "I am out of breath monsieur but not from the running.  I like running.
Not after hats you understand.  No my breathlessness comes from the fear
that I might have run into you and touched someone so far above me."



   "My dear your touch would be most welcome.  Please sit down and have a
glass of wine."

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

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

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

   The Duc, still unable to act, saw the poor little thing rock back and
forth trying to right herself.  She seemed unaware; her outstretched arms
prevented her from turning over.  The Duc felt amused at her struggle and
quietly enjoyed the view.

   When she saw the Duc staring at her pussy she looked shocked and
embarrassed.  Her hands jerked forward and pulled the bottom of her skirt.
As a result the girl flipped over onto her knees.  She looked surprised at
her reversal of fortune and slid off her legs into a seated position.



   The Duc, confused since the beginning of the girl's fall, started to
think.  The girl's perfectly formed features matched Jill's.  Like Jill she
had a narrow waist that gave her an hour glass figure even with small
breasts and like Jill she had a willowy look because of her long legs and
graceful appearance.  He thought this girl had to be Jill.

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





   After the girl sat up she straightened her dress and promptly began to
cry.



   "What's wrong?"



   Between tears she said, "I am crying because I have offended you by
exposing a certain part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to any
man, much less to an august person like yourself."



   "Nonsense I like looking at your pussy."



   "You do?" said the blushing girl between sobs."



   "Of course I do.  Like the rest of you it's very beautiful."



   She took a big sniff and her tears stopped, "But that can not be so. 
Girls are the most wretched of creatures and I am the most wretched of
girls."



   "Why do you say such a thing?  Your beauty dazzles my eyes."



   She looked down and said, "My sisters say I am plain but I fear I'm
ugly."

   "My dear you are far more beautiful then any of the flowers in your
bouquet."



   "May I give them to you sir for your kindness?"

   "Oh no my dear it is I who should be bringing flowers to you.



   She said, "Please take them their beauty shames me."



   "What would you say if I kissed these flowers?"



   "You are a noble man and beautiful flowers deserve your kisses.  No one
could bear to kiss someone as ugly as me." And the girl burst into tears.



   He kissed her on the cheek and when he started to kiss her neck she
began to giggle.  She bent to block his onslaught but he burrowed into her
and by this point the girl was quite out of control with laughter.

   After the Duc came up for air, she smiled and said, "Your kisses drove
all my silly tears away."

   "Good from now on you must resolve not to call yourself wretched or
ugly."

   "But why, monsieur I'm an inferior creature?"



   "Who told you such a silly thing?"



   "My sisters told me and I think it's true.  I believe that I am shameful
and wretched."

   "You are a lovely girl why do you believe what they say?"



   "Men seem totally wonderful to me.  When I see men like you my only
desire is to be in their company and please them."



   "My dear, that's because you have a kind and loving heart not because
you are wretched."



   "It can not be so."

   She stopped and thought and then she smiled and said, "But I must be
wrong because a man like you knows everything."

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

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

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

   Now let me get you a glass of wine." He turned, looking for the wine
bottle and felt such a gentle kiss on his cheek he wondered if it were
real, He turned back carefully and saw the girl looking down at her lap
picking at the fabric of her dress.  "Did you kiss me?"

   "I acted brazenly but your beauty so overwhelmed me I forgot myself."

   The Duc lifted her chin and looked her in the eye and said, "As your
teacher I demand you satisfy yourself in this matter,"

   "How so monsieur?"



   "You must kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many times as
you like."



   She jumped up, slammed into him, wrapped her arms around his neck so
tightly, he almost choked.  She kissed him hard on the cheek several times.
Then she turned and framed his mouth with her hands and gave him two
lingering lip kisses which stunned him.



   Before he knew what happened; she kissed his ear; with her lips and
tongue.  The kiss turned his skin to goose flesh which radiated outward
until his body glowed with pleasure; pleasure which grew into ecstasy,
ecstasy that drove everything else from his mind.

   When his senses started to returned the Duc felt dizzy and aroused.  He
only realized he lost his sight, when his vision returned and he saw the
little girl materialize; sitting on the blanket, her eyes cast down and her
cheeks burning.  The Duc still confused said, what he planned to say when
he instructed her to kiss him, "Are you quite satisfied, my dear?"



   "For now monsieur."



   Only then did the Duc realize he never felt such a dexterous tongue
before.  The Duc, a wealthy sophisticated man of the world had sampled the
pleasures of the finest courtesans, knew only an expert; could produce such
an experience.  However he had, never met a girl like this before and
remained entranced, ascribing the action of the girl's tongue to beginner's
luck and natural talent.

   "All right, be still because if you kiss me while I pour our wine I may
feel dizzy and spill it.  I wish you to be refreshed because I plan to take
you on an arduous journey: one you will nonetheless be grateful for."

   He handed the stemmed wine glass to the girl.  Ignoring the stem she
wrapped her hands around the top of the glass and drank.  "My dear you must
not drink from a glass the way you drink from a cup."

   "But monsieur I never drank from a glass before.  All we have in our
house are earthenware cups.  Have I displeased you?" "Not at all, I am your
teacher and instructing you is my pleasure." He said, "Watch me." He picked
up his glass and showed her how to hold it and drank.



   She picked up the glass with such grace that he could not help staring.
When she drank he realized her lips were actually ruby red.  The movement
of her lips as she drank left him mesmerized.  He forgot himself and
watched her beautiful lips as she drank.  Even after she finished he kept
thinking of her beauty and imagining what her lips could to.

   She looked up and said, "Monsieur you hardly touched your wine."

   The Duc stopped staring and drank emptying his glass.



   She said "Your wine tastes wonderful.  I feel grateful for your lessons
but an ignorant girl like me must bore you."



   "Nonsense, I never felt so happy." He kissed her hand and said, "Another
glass perhaps?"



   "No monsieur.  Your wine made me feel wonderfully giddy but now I long
for another lesson.  Can you teach me something that I might do that would
please men: that would please you, if such a thing is possible?"



   The Duc smiled and said, "May I instruct you in the art of love?"



   "Monsieur is too kind.  As you taught me I love men I desire your
instruction in this matter."





   "First I need to know about any previous instruction."

   "Surely you can tell by my clumsy manner and shyness I have never been
alone with a man before, except my Pop Pa of course."

   "But young men live nearby do they not?"

   "Alas my small village only contains girls and old men." .

   "Come lie with me."

   They lay down facing each other.



   He said, "Open your mouth." The girl complied and the Duc gently
inserted his tongue.  Soon he was kissing her in earnest.  After several
kisses the Duc kissed her deeply.  He broke the kiss and started kissing
the girl's face.



   The girl said, "Your tongue feels wonderful in my mouth.  You honor me
by putting an organ of yours in my body."



   "The honor is all mine." .

   After several deep kisses the Duc said, "My dear child, I love you."

   "Kind sir, I cannot help feeling your glorious kisses are but a prelude
to something more?"



   "My dear, I wish you to grow used to my being in you, because I plan to
fuck you."



   "Momma says no word can approach the filth contained in the word fuck.
And if the word is dirty then the act must be more so."



   "I fear you mother spoke the truth.  But I remain steadfast in my intent
to fuck you.  Do you expect to feel shame as a result of our fucking?"



   "No monsieur I feel honored you chose me to sin with you.  Our
conspiracy creates a secret world that only we can enter and binds us
together for all-time.  If we ever see each other again we will smile at
our secret."



   "My precious child you're willingness to sin with me exceeds the honor
of my being chosen the secret head of Homeland Security for France."

   .

   The girl said "If you wish to fuck me then I desire it also. 
Unfortunately I fear my ignorance will lead to your disappointment.  How
might I aid you in this endeavor?"

   The Duc stood up and exposed his erect penis.

   She knelt before him her eyes locked on his member.  Still staring she
reached for it and pulled back.

   "What is wrong?"

   "I need permission to touch something so beautiful."

   "But my dear, remember I charged you to kiss me whenever and wherever
you like and as many times as you like?"

   The girl wrapped both hands around his penis and kissed its head.  She
moved his penis allowing her eyes to travel over every inch.

   The Duc saw growing delight in her eyes.



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

   The Duc stepped back and knelt down behind the girl and unbuttoned her
dress.

   Then the girl pulled the dress over her head and the Duc said to her,
"Take off all you clothes except for your stockings and garter belt."

   .

   He removed all of his clothes as the girl stripped at his command.  His
eyes drank over her nude form and then he started to go down on her.  On
the way he noticed her breasts and started licking her nipples.  He took
one her breasts completely into his mouth and gave it a deep sucking while
he fondled the other.

   The girl said, "Sir, my other breast calls for your attention."



   The Duc complied by deeply sucking her other breast.  .

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

   She started stroking his hair and raising her pelvis off the blanket.

   He held on to her as her hips slowly rose and fell gently licking her
pussy lost in the bliss of serving her.  Then the Duc felt her slow growing
excitement.



   Her face became taut with pleasure.  She held the Duc's head and pushed
it down on her as she pushed her hips up thrusting her pussy into his
mouth.



   The Duc ran his tongue up her hole and was rewarded with cries of
pleasure.



   Then she desperately ground her herself against his face.



   The Duc licked her clit and he inserted his finger and rubbed the base
of her pussy.



   She exploded with excitement fell back on the blanket.  She writhed
around on the blanket in excitement as the Duc pleasured her crying, "My
God in heaven and moaning in ecstasy."



   The girl kept coming and the Duc kept doing everything he could to
prolong her pleasure.  Her cries gradually turn to moans and then she lay
panting as the Duc planted gentle kisses on her vagina.  He stroked the
side of her face, kissed her lips and held his cheek against hers.

   She said, "What happened?" The Duc pulled back so he could see her face.


   He said, "You came in my mouth, my dear."



   The girl raised her head and said, "I am sorry I lost control."



   The Duc kissed said, "Calm yourself, your coming in my mouth was
something I most desired," and he kissed her again.



   "But isn't coming in your mouth like going the bathroom in your mouth?"



   "Yes, my child I fear it is."



   "How is it possible to desire such a thing?"



   "Your beauty makes me proud that the pleasure that I gave you was so
intense, you were driven beyond all reason.  Moreover I so worship you that
I crave nothing more then to debase myself before you.  You are so
wonderful that I would be proud if you actually went the bathroom in my
mouth."



   The girl looked confused and then smiled a smile that could only be
described as beatific.  She put her hand against his cheek and said, "Oh
monsieur you do love me.  Please allow me to serve you, as you have served
me, I long to debase myself also by having you come in my mouth." .

   The Duc started rubbing his penis up and down against her pussy and the
girl pulled herself open easing his entry.  He lined his penis up against
her hole and pushed forward entering her.

   She let out a little cry and said, "Oh my god you're in me."



   He pushed his penis in and out slowly making progress.  He felt such
love that he would have gladly died for her.  The Duc was in bliss but was
inpatient to gain full access but his concern made him hold back.

   "I cannot stand my pussy's resistance to you.  Please let me get on
top." They rolled over keeping her impaled.  She held the Duc's hands to
steady herself and lifted until only the head of his penis remained.  Then
with reckless abandon, she slammed halfway home.  The girl clenched her
teeth, closed her eyes and squeezed his hands so hard the Duc felt it.

   His pain and the sight of her on him made him come but after a few
bursts he regained his composure.  He became aware of her expression and he
said, "I never wanted to hurt you?"



   The girl looked him in the eye and said, "My pain means nothing compared
to your pleasure." As if afraid he would stop her she rose up fell on his
sword harder then before.



   He heard her sobbing and saw only two inches remained.



   Then in a grave voice the girl said, "Sir if you truly love me you must
rape me and rape me with out mercy.



   Possessed by her words the Duc's body took control and in one motion
they rolled over together and the Duc thrust home to spite the girl's
cries. Completely inside the Duc stopped and allowed the girl to adjust. 
He never felt anything so wonderful as her pussy shaping itself around his
penis.



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

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



   He entered her again slowly this time trying to savor the feeling.  He
fucked her slowly at first and gently increased the pace concentrating on
the girl's reaction until their pleasure became one.  The Duc kept focusing
on keeping their pleasure at the same level.  They were both carried away
by his fucking.  He fucked her faster and faster but they remained together
in passion.  Then pleasure finally broke through and the Duc exploded into
her.  The Duc kept pumping his come into her.



   The girl came and her pussy started throbbing which milked his penis and
came and came again helped by the gentle pulsing of her little pussy.  .

   The Duc slid out of her so he could kiss her deeply.  After and long
passionate kiss they rolled over so the girl lay on top of him with her
head on his chest.  The Duc stroked her hair and gave her gentle kisses. 
Then it struck him that the experience was going to end eventually and he
tightened his hold.

   "What's wrong monsieur?"



   The Duc said, "It's just that time passes my dear." The girl lifted her
head and looked at him.  "I was hoping you would take me with you.  You see
I have run away and I have no place to go." .



   The Duc's face darkened.  "Have you been mistreated?"

   "Oh no monsieur I've decided to see the world."

   The Duc was doubly relieved; the girl hadn't been mistreated and he
would have more time with her.  "Nothing would please me more then to have
you come with me."



   "Good I am grateful you want me to come with you but please know I
cannot be seen by anyone but the servants."



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

   She said, "When we arrive at your Chateau I hope, you will be so kind,
as to give me more lessons in the art of love.  I long for you to come in
my mouth so I may degrade myself in your service."



   The Duc said, "Have no fear, I expect to satisfy all your desires and
mine also.  He kissed her hair and held her as they rode off together."
_______________________________



   Charles woke in the early evening completely content.  The Duc felt the
stark contrast with what he felt now and his feelings before he dropped to
the bed exhausted; exhausted from sex with the little girl.  The wildest
most passionate sex ever, sex beyond what he thought possible.  The Duc
felt so tired he fell to the bed exhausted and as he faded into sleep the
last thing he remembered was her warm little body lying on his chest.



   The Duc didn't feel her now and knew she was gone, solid gone.  Charles
jumped out of bed conducting a desperate search.  Where could she be?  The
girl was from the past, she might get run over.  Could she find the way to
her village?



   Then it hit him.  She enchanted him: Jill enchanted him.  The model made
him believe in a girl who didn't exist, a girl who could not possibly
exist, a girl from another time.  As a modern monarch of course sex with a
little girl from 100s of years ago was his ultimate fantasy.  A fantasy he
never knew he had.

   It became worse when Charles realized he told her things he shouldn't.
The Duc told her all about his being the secret head of Homeland Security
for France.  He told her about the war on terror, and told her secrets he
promised never to reveal to anyone even under torture.  He needed to talk
to her; now!

   __________

   Charles washed and dressed before he left his room.  On the way
downstairs he thought about what he would say to Jill but he had no answer.


   He headed for the drawing room hoping to find her.  He could hear people
laughing.  The Guermantes always had the most sophisticated guests.  No one
was an innocent here especially when it came to sex.  They were well
educated libertines from good families who were at home in any western
country.  As for jokes this group could be making a pun about Jacques
Chirac being a puppet called Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an
absolutely filthy American joke the next.

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

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

   The Duc responded in English.  "Jill I am no one's sovereign: Rather I
am yours to command."

   "My dear Duc I haven't seen you for days and I was worried.  Come sit
next to me and assure me that you are safe."

   The Duc walked over to her and Jill took the Duc's arm and said, "We
Americans lost our New Orleans to Katrina and I couldn't bear it if the
original Orleans was lost also.  They sat down together and Jill said,
"Promise me that you will avoid Katrina at all costs."

   Someone said, "But Jill you can't blame Katrina for New Orleans it was
really the fault of the American people for electing your president Bush."



   "He is not my president.

   Besides it is unfair to blame all Americans for electing Bush it was the
men who were to blame.  The women opposed him but they couldn't get enough
men to help.  Ask any American woman and she will tell you how hard it is
to find an American man who is willing to lick bush."



   There was a pause and the room burst into laughter.



   Jill whispered, "This is a good time to slip away."

   Outside the Duc said, "I can't believe what I told you.  I didn't even
think it was you."



   "Have no fear.  You must know I can keep secrets.  If I knew of your
position in the French Government I wouldn't have given you the
experience."



   "And I would have lost something very precious: the greatest experience
I ever had and one I'll never forget.  If anyone in the government knew
what I did I'm sure they'd understand but I do wonder why you didn't stop
me."



   The little girl you met in the meadow didn't understand anything you
said about the government or terrorism.  She asked a lot of questions but
rarely knew what you said.  She was from another time and place and she
never had an education."



   "You mean you actually thought you were her?"



   "I didn't think I was her: I was actually a little girl from the past
who lived in a small village around here.  You forgot about Jill and
believed she was real because I did.  I remember what happened to the
little girl when I was her but when I was her I didn't remember being Jill
at all.  I didn't remember being Jill until I woke up in your bed this
afternoon.  I hope you're impressed?"



   "Yes, of course; I had no idea anyone could cast a spell like that.  I
can think of many ways you can help both me and France.  I only hope I can
pay you back in kind."



   "My mother tried to kill both me and my father when we were in the US. I
thought we would be safe here but my father called and told me there just
was an attempt on his life.  He will be here soon and I need you to talk to
the police so he won't be arrested."



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   INRODUCTION
WARNING:
This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by

anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such
material.

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

author's imagination.  All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or
depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people,
organizations or incidents is purely coincidental.

   Warning

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

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

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



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

   This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped,
assaulted, tortured or murdered.

   Let me know if you like girl power stories.  Email
homasubi...@fastmail.fm remove the ...  of course.