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HOME INVASION


1.  About the story, HOME INVASION

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. 

1.   About the story HOME INVASION.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the 
issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves 
consensual sex between a 13 year girl and her father. The 
story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual 
activity. 

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

In the same way sex between adults and children appears 
so risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or 
sane adult would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off 
choices which have to be taken into consideration before an 
adult can morally engage in such a relationship.  Like 
everything else any act might be moral. 

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

It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be 
moving to a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts 
are treated more harshly then murder. With out knowledge 
we can't address any problem. All we do know is some 
people have been hurt terribly and some people are being 
punished even though they don't seem to have hurt anyone.

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

This story takes place in the same universe as the story a 
MARILYN by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like either 
story you are likely to like the other

Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter ... 
from the following email address and send comments to  
homasubi...@fastmail.fm



HOME INVASION
By Ho Masubi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Tell me, what do you mean about mom's crimes?"

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

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

   "Now dad I want the truth or I will call the police." I broke down and
told her that everything that I said last night was true and I still wanted
her.  I said that I never thought about her or any underage age girl before
but now but now I can't stop thinking about her.  "You are just too damn
beautiful.  I can't help myself.  You are a goddess."

   "That's better you want me and you are obsessed with me." I started to
apologize but Jill stopped me "Dad I liked it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I just stared at her beautiful face.  Then I saw some blood and I
thought that might have given her a bloody nose.  I licked the blood off
her lip and kissed her.  I didn't feel sorry for hurting her and that
seemed strange.  I loved her but she I never had a personal whore before
and I never realized up until now how much I wanted one.  "I fucked your
face very hard honey.  You may have a bloody nose," I pressed a napkin up
against her nose but the bleeding had already stopped.  "Are you all
right?" "Oh daddy it was great I am so proud that you came in my mouth. 
That's what I wanted when I sucked your cock at first." Jill got up and ran
to the living room mirror.  "I didn't know anyone could get so excited over
me." She checked her face.

   "None the worse...  In a few minutes I will be able to tell if it will
turn into a bruise.  You know it's funny but I never seem to bruise."

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



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

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

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

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

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

   She was gently fingering herself and moaning.  I pushed her finger away
and started eating her.  I can't describe how great it was to eat her. 
Someday I would like to spend a day exploring her pussy.  I was lost in the
bliss of her pussy so I didn't hear her.  Then she started rapping the back
of my head with her knuckles.  Still it took me a while to look up.  "Dad
listen I masturbated for you and I even came but it wasn't the same.  I
need your penis inside of me because it makes my pussy pulse." "My penis
does that?  It makes you pulse inside?  I couldn't believe that I had such
an affect on anyone much less this incredibly beautiful girl.  "Yes, daddy
it makes my pussy throb and if you don't fuck me right now I will explode."
I caressed her hair as I slid down next to her.  I checked my cock.  It was
still hard as a rock.  I took a breath and pushed my tongue deeply down her
throat.  Then I slid over on top of her.  I opened her cunt with my finger
and guided myself into her.  I felt like I was home inside of her soft
sweet pussy.  "This is much better then last night.  You aren't as big. 
You fit in me better." "Last night my prick hadn't come in years." "Oh
daddy that's not right.  Mom is such a bitch.  I will take care of you from
now on." It was then I realized that no one ever wanted to take care of me
before.  I got an idea.  Jill was in for a surprise.  I grabbed her ass and
fucked her pussy just a little.

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

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

   Ok, Jill now it's time you fucked me.  She looked confused.  "Thrust
yourself back and forth.  Like you did before and fuck me like I fucked
you." Jill started to move back and forth.  Then her face lit up with a
smile.  "I didn't know girls could fuck.  This is unbelievable." "Jill
started humping me.  She did it faster and faster.  All the sudden I had to
wrap my arms around her and make her stop." She fought me at first "Why did
you stop me?  Was I doing something wrong?" "No honey I started to come."
Jill started thrusting and I grabbed her to stop her.  God it felt so good
to have my hands in her ass crack.

   "Don't you want to come?" "I do but I want us to come together.  Did you
feel my dick getting harder and bigger." "Yes dad and then it started to
twitch." "You see baby you made me start to come." "I did that?" "Yes honey
and I want you to bring me close to coming and then slow up until you catch
up.  If you feel that I am about to lose it I want you to stop and wait
until I calm down.  I want you to time it so we both will come at the same
time."

   "I don't know if I can." "Jill you were always perfect at everything.  I
am sure you can do it." "And if it doesn't work we will just have to
practice again and again until you get it right." "Oh daddy can we?" "As
much as you like." "I pulled her down and kissed her deeply." "You are more
beautiful then I could ever imagine." Jill then straightened up.  "Play
with my tits while I fuck you, dad" I pushed my hands forward and clutched
both her little breasts with my hands.

   Then I started playing with her nipples while she started in again.  She
picked up the part about varying her speed right away.  "I can make you
bigger or smaller." Then she got too excited and lost it.  She just went
crazy pumping me faster and faster.  My cock kept expanding.

   Just when I was sure that I was going to come.  Jill grabbed my arms and
stopped.  She pushed my arms away and gave me a hug.  "Did I do it right?"
"Yes baby so far.  I was just about to come when you stopped." "Oh dad I
want to be just perfect for you."

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

   Jill said.  "I almost came first this time.  Getting us to come at the
same time isn't easy."

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

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

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

   Then the kiss broke and we fell apart.  "Oh daddy you came out."



   I lay there just listening to the thunder in the distance.  Then I got
out of bed.  "Dad, where are we going, now?  I want a cuddle." "If you want
a cuddle then get in the tub because that's where I am going." Jill ran
ahead into the bath.  The master bedroom has two different rooms adjoining
it a bathroom or commode room where you, you know, and another room
adjoining called the bath.  The bath has a large whirlpool air tub that is
just too nice to keep in the bathroom.  I staggered after her into the bath
I wasn't used to this much activity.  "Wait a minute I have got to look in
the mirror." She looked carefully all over her face to see if signs of our
rough love making had any effect.  Meanwhile I turned on the tub so it
would fill with water.  There are a bunch of controls.  The water was
heated and it had a whirlpool setting and a bubble setting.  You set it and
then everything is done automatically.  "I'm ok daddy no bruises." "I am
sorry but I just went crazy when you were sucking my cock." "Daddy you can
do anything

   to me no matter how dirty or degrading it is.  I mean a girl who fucks
her father can't say "I'm not that kind of girl.

   You are my master, so it's your choice, but I'm kind of looking forward
to some kinky stuff." "But I must have hurt you when was fucking you in the
mouth." "It didn't hurt.  I like it when you are rough.  "You liked it? 
Weren't you afraid?" "Dad models have to be tough.  I don't remember ever
being afraid until last night.  I was afraid then very afraid at first
anyway.  But normally I'm very brave.

   You should have seen me crawling around the top of the George Washington
Bridge or the Statue of Liberty without a safety harness.  I got to be in a
lot of extra pictures because some of the other girls were afraid.  I was
up on top the George Washington Bridge in February in summer clothes."

   I was still adjusting the tub because I never set it up for romance
before.  It was made for two but I could never get Joan in it.  I didn't
buy it.  I'm not that dumb.  The tub was made for two.  It came with the
house.  The guy who sold it to me has a wife who was lover first and a wife
second and they used it a lot.

   "It was below freezing and the wind was blowing us around.  I had to act
like it was summer and stay clean.  Are you listening to me?" She gave me a
little punch.  "I'm listening I was adjusting the tub." I turned on the
mood light.  Yes it comes with a mood light.  "Do you know how dirty that
bridge is?" "Sure honey.  I have been up on that bridge too.  I am an
architect remember?  You have to wear a harness.  It's the law." "Daddy,
selling clothes is more important then the law and I would do anything to
get to be in one extra frame.

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

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



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

   They even used to laugh at you.  I couldn't stand it but I couldn't tell
you anything.  They acted like nuns or something around you and you ate it
up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   They expected you to rape me but you didn't.  You cuddled like me I was
a baby and gently made love to me with your penis.  You kissed me all over
and made me feel so wonderful that I loved having you in charge and giving
me pleasure.  Then you rolled over on top of me and you screwed me.  You
weren't fucking me.  You were screwing me.  You

   were joining us together.  You did wonderful things.  Things I couldn't
even describe.  You kept finding places in me that I didn't know existed.
Important places and you pleasured them and me with your cock.  You knew
how to give me pleasure and you anticipated my every need.  Then just when
I felt like I wanted some gentle loving you had me on my side and you were
cuddling me and kissing me.  You kissed me all over and some how you found
my mouth.  Then our tongues were dancing together.  We were making love. 
You weren't raping me

   or fucking me.  Instead, we were screwing and making love.  I was
completely lost in your loving for a while.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   What she said made no sense.  I said, "You were out of your mind with
fear: you were terrified I could see it on your face." Jill

   smiled and said, "Do you want me to prove it?' I just looked at her. 
"Here is what I did..." Jill sat up and looked at me.  Then she covered her
face and bowed her head down toward the sheets.  Then she took her hands
way.  As she raised her head you could see that her face had completely
changed; it was like last night.  Jill looked up at me.

   "Please dad, I don't want to die.  Please do it, so they won't kill us."
It was like; I was having a flash back.  All the sudden it was yesterday
and it was happening again.  Then I felt dizzy and confused.  "What
happened?" "Ok, I'll do it again.  It was like an instant replay.  Her face
changed again.  It was exactly the same.  She again became the terrified
little girl; that I saw yesterday.  Jill looked up at me.  "Please dad, I
don't want to die.  Please do it, so they won't kill us." The whole thing
made my hair stand on end.  Still I was fascinated.  I never thought that
anyone could change their expression so quickly and so precisely.  Jill
hung her head and looked ashamed.  She said, "So now you know."

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

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

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

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

   "Daddy, are you sure you weren't screwing around on mom or taking sex
lesions?" "Well, I read a lot of books on the subject." "Did you do this
stuff to mom?" A look came in her eyes, "You couldn't have."

   "After the last time your mother and I made love, I resolved to be great
lover.  Jill was your pussy actually pulsing with pleasure?" "Oh yes daddy
it was wonderful." I wanted her to know how much I tried to make love with
Joan and said "I got every book I could find on sex and memorized them all.
With my ability to see how things work in my mind I didn't need any
practice just one more chance but your mother kept avoiding me.  It's not
like I didn't try to make love to her before this.  I was successful with
the few women I met before your mother.  She was the first woman that I
couldn't turn on.  I tried and tried but she had no passion.  I would start
to make love to her, rather then fuck her, but no matter what I did she was
just going through the motions.  She gave me relief but no love.  I went
through a time when I tried to seduce her.  I tried everything from taking
her to St Crux to spiking some brownies with hash and getting her drunk on
Champaign.  That time she fell asleep with me on top of her.  Every time I
tried to create any romance I always ended feeling foolish.

   It wasn't all bad, your mother and I had some great times together.  We
did love each other.  It's just that we were never really lovers.  Your
mother considered marriage a business arraignment.  She made me feel like
she was doing me a favor by staying with me.  Somehow she convinced me that
marriage was something I had to do so I could start a business." "Jill
looked a little disappointed that doesn't sound like a good reason to get
married to me." "I guess I didn't know any better.  It seemed a like a good
idea at the time but now I realize that your mother was more interested in
my contacts in the oil business then me.  Once we were married, and she
became a member of the Davenport Family, she lost interest in me.  At that
point the only passion in my life was my practice of architecture and it
consumed me."

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



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

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



   Then I ran my hands down her sides.  I moved too fast at first so
nothing happened.  I slowed up and still nothing.  So I nuzzled her ear and
kissed it and then tickled it with my tongue.  I could feel the goose flesh
move over us.  Then I went back to running my hands over her.  Then I
started moving my prick inside of her.  I knew I had to stop and go back to
my original position.  Then I held her tight to take some of the pressure
off of her.  I felt that I was trying too hard so I just relaxed.  I knew
that if I let myself get frustrated nothing would work.  So I forget about
everything.  I knew being inside of Jill was magic.  I kept saying "I love
you." and enjoyed the moment.  I relaxed more and more and stopped trying.
It was enough to just be inside of her no matter what happened.  I knew
Jill and I could trust her to do her part.  I just relaxed and started
drifting off to the sound of the rain.  I just held her and let her hold
me. I kept saying I love you, I love you and I just let everything, go.  I
may have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was stroking her
side again.  It felt a little strange.  I just relaxed and let the feeling
grow.  I could feel my side being stroked.  At first I thought Jill was
doing it but; no I was feeling what it was like to be touched by own my
hands.  They were rougher then I thought.  I was feeling what Jill was
feeling.  I put my tongue her ear again and I felt an intense feeling of a
tongue in my ear.  No, it was Jill's ear.  No, it was our ear.

   I was inside of her.  I was in her mind and could feel her body like it
was my own.  I reached down and felt Jill's perfect little breast.  Jill
said,"Do it again.  I can't believe how great they feel to you, it makes no
sense.When I touch another girl's breast it doesn't feel like that.  I just
thought guys touched them to make the girl feel good.  They feel special to
you.  They feel great." I touched her breast again.  "I never would have
believed it.  No wonder you like them, so much." Now I was going to see if
this was real or not.  I was going to see if she could hear my thoughts
with out me speaking.  I thought "~Jill, do you like the way this
feels.~"She said, "Sure dad, I don't know what you're doing but I feel so
close to you its like we are in each others minds" "~Now, you are going to
feel what I feel when I fuck you.~" and I moved in her.  I couldn't move
too fast or we would lose the contact.  I was surprised how soft the skin
on my penis felt.  Jill said, "It feels like an iron bar to you?  To me
your penis is soft, the skin I mean.  Your penis is hard but the skin is so
soft it makes me jealous.  This is what you feel when you're inside of me.
It feels great.  I'm inside of me." I looked into her memory I could see
that she did gave some boy a hand job.  She saw what I saw, but didn't know
what was happening and said, "I only did it once daddy, I'm sorry.  How can
you know so much about me, it's like you looking into my mind?" I told her
with my thoughts, "~We are one.~" but she missed it.  She said, "I only did
it once, I am sorry." I told her, "~Sex isn't wrong, so don't say you are
sorry.  You hardly did anything.  You let yourself get groped a few time
and someone gave you a passionate kiss once.  You manipulated everything so
there were no opportunities.~" "It wasn't easy." I could see that there was
only one person in the past that she was ever sexually attracted to.  "~The
photographer who took those sexy pictures of you, you were attracted to
him. You led him on.`" Jill responded by thinking instead of speaking even
though, she didn't know it.  She thought, "~I didn't realize at first, what
I was doing.  Now I realize that I was attracted to him because he reminded
me of you.  He looked like you and acted like you too.~" I could see the
resemblance.  "~You had a crush on him but I can't tell what you really
felt.~" "~I don't know what I really felt either, the moment he said that
he could make me a super model I stopped having any feelings for him.~" I
saw how his offer insulted her "~He never should have offered to make you a
supermodel, for sex.~" Jill responded, "~He thought I couldn't earn it.  I
thought he respected me.~" Jill's sense of morality stopped anything from
happening.  I told her, "~I think that he just wanted you so much that he
didn't know what to say.  He was in love with you.~" Jill thought, "~I can
see that.~" Then it hit her that We were hearing each other thoughts
without speaking.  "~Wait, daddy you aren't talking.~" "~Neither are you.~"
She was so shocked that we were talking with out words that she started to
speak again.  She said, "I'm not?" Then she tried to see if our telepathy
was real "~I mean I'm not.  What's happening?  How can we talk without
speaking.~?" I thought, "`When two minds are connected you don't have to
use words.~" Then I said to her in my mind, "~I wanted you to find out for
yourself, that we are inside of each other's minds and we can hear can each
other's thoughts.`" Jill couldn't believe it and thought, "~You're tricking
me, somehow.  If you can really hear my thoughts then start fucking me
again.~" I responded with a few gentle strokes.  "~You are reading my mind!
You're in my mind!  That's not possible.  Are you magic?~" I told her,
"~We're both special and sometimes magic happens.~" Jill looked into my
mind too and thought "~You had some good times with mom but nothing like
this.  I can see that you still love her.~" Jill had a lot to learn about
love and I thought, "~Yes, I still love her.  If you love someone it never
ends.~" Jill responded by showing me her memories of Joan.  As Jill became
more successful, Joan got worse and worse.  I could see the abuse.  I told
Jill, "~Can't you see that your mother was jealous.~" Jill showed me more
memories.  It made me angry that anyone could be cruel to Jill, especially
her mother.  I told Jill, "~She was a bitch.  She laughed at your tears. 
She loved taking away the contract and all you worked for.~" Jill showed me
her memories of Joan and her friend making fun of me.  I couldn't take it.
"~Stop it!~" I turned way from Jill's memories of Joan.  I couldn't stand
to see that Joan and see how blind I was.  So I thought about the happy
times we had as family.  Times we had together when Jill was growing up. 
We should have had more good times together but my ambition and Joan's
ambition got in the way.  Still there were good times and they were real,
just as real, as the bad times.  I showed Jill's the good memories of our
family and the love that I had for her.  "~Oh there's me when I was a baby
and there is megrowing up.  You and mom were with me in Central Park we
were all playing.I must have been three.  You loved me.  I can see mom in
your memories telling you how proud she was of me.  You both loved me.  I
never knew.  Please, can we do this forever?~" She felt my doubts.  I
didn't know how long this would last and I there two things I wanted her to
learn.  I went to the main reason first.  I didn't just want to show her
memories.  I wanted to show her what she really meant to me.  I flooded her
with pictures that I had of her in my mind.  Not of the Jill who lived in
the real world but the Jill who lived in my mind.  "~Oh daddy, I not nearly
that great or perfect.~" Then I showed her what she looked like to me when
we were making love.  "~Who's that.?  You can't think that I look like
that? You do think that'sme.  I don't look like that no one does.  No one
could be that beautiful.~" I toldher, "~Not only are you that beautiful, to
me, but everything you do and say givesme pleasure.~" Jill still couldn't
believe it.  I had showed her the images I had of her.  Then even more
importantly, I showed her my thoughts.  I showed her what I really thought
about her.  "`You praise me constantly in your mind; you keep saying to
your self that I do everything right the first time, but you never say it
to me.  You think that I am funny, too.  I do, say that stuff,but I never
knew how much you liked it.  You meant all those things that you said about
me.You really think that I am a love goddess.  Oh daddy, you love me
so...~" When she saw how much I loved her.  Her feelings of joy and of love
swept over us.  Our bodies responded.

   I started fucking her again and when Jill felt, what I felt,her whole
pussy started contracting and relaxing.  That's when I stopped fucking
andjust felt what was happening.  Then I took control.  I increased the
force of the contractions and timed them so her vagina was milking my cock.
It was easy to do because I could still feel my penis and Jill's vagina at
the same time.  After I gotthe rhythm, just right, I looked for, her.  She
was lost in the joy of sex.  I thought,"Listen, Jill." But she was so
caught up in pleasure that she didn't respond.  I figured that if I spoke
to her it might get her attention.  I said "JILL WAKEUP!  Fight it there is
something I want you to learn." Her discipline brought her back.  I could
feel her return to me.  "~Stay with me.  I'm going to show you something:
feel how your pussy is pulsing.~" "~Ok, so what?~" I took the pulsing in
her vagina and pushed it harder.  "~Daddy, why did you bring me back?`" I
kept squeezing my penis with her vagina.  "~Oh, I see your cockfeels so
good.  I can feel what it feels.  It's wonderful.~" She still didn't get
it, so I told her, "~Forget what my cock is feeling and think about what is
causing the feeling.Feel what your pussy is doing.  What I am making it
do.~?" I bore down, milking my cock with her vagina.  "~Oh, I do see it.  I
feel what you are doing with my pussy.  You are massaging your penis with
my vagina.  Can do I that too?~" She answered her own question.  She took
over,squeezing and milking my penis with her vagina.  "~Oh yes...  Yes...
Girls are great.  No wonder you worship us.~" She started to cry.  She got
it right the first time.  She did it far better then I did and the feeling
in my penis became was so intense, from hersqueezing, that when she felt
it, it made her come.  When her organism hit me, I came too.

   We were swept way.  I didn't have to concentrate any more I could feel
my penis being pleasured by her.  It was the best feeling that I ever had.
We were still in touch so we experienced two organisms at once.  I was lost
in wave after wave of pleasure.  My whole body pulsed with pleasure I felt
like I was glowing.  At the same time I could feel myself pouring ever drop
of myself into, My Love.  We were both in an ocean of pleasure.  We found
each other and embraced, forever.

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



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

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

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

   "I have to lock up the place before we go." I left Jill in my bed room.
Which I hoped was going to our bedroom from now on.  I locked up the house
as tight as I could.  I wasn't going to be a victim any more.  I was going
get the best divorce lawyer money can buy and the best security system that
money could buy for the house.  I might even buy a gun.  Not for Joan.  She
didn't deserve to be shot.  She was going to get what she deserved by not
being able to control Jill or me any more and by losing a ton of money. 
All our joint assets would become mine and Jill's.  Her engagement ring and
all the other crappy jewelry she picked out would be hers.  Along with all
her clothes and the rest of the crap she owned.  The woman had no taste and
I wanted no reminders of her around.  I was going to cold cock the bitch,
with the divorce papers at the airport.  We both had plenty to threaten her
with.  I could have the Davenport Family turn against her with a phone
call. After the divorce she would still end up with more money then she
deserved.  So screw her.  When I got to the living room, Jill was looking
at the front page of the newspaper.  "Look what I found in the mailbox. 
She placed her thumb next to an insert on the front page and handed it to
me.  "You should read this." I am sure it's them.  I met Alex Daniella, in
the mall few months ago.  He started hitting on me but I told him he was
too old.  I guess I should have told him that he was too young.  He was the
same height and weight as the guy with the shot gun.  Working in fashion I
can tell these things.  He was there with a bunch of guys.  A few of them
knew me from school.  They must have told him, all about me.  There was
another guy there too he was very tall even taller then Alex.  He was about
the same height and weight as the guy who grabbed me last night.  I have a
feeling that it must have been them.  The name and the heights and weighs
match.  It's enough for me.  


TWO LOCAL MEN KILLED
IN LAST NIGHTS STORM
_____________________________

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


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


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