TAKING ADVANTAGE OF JUNE


                                       by John P

                                  Copyright© 2011


Chapter 1

With hindsight, I should have realised that June's behaviour was
changing. I'd been her daddy since she was 2 years old when I'd
moved in with her mother. She would never sit on anybody's knee
and be cuddled like most kids would, not even her mother's. Now
here she was, 10 years old and busy with a comb in my hair,
sitting on my lap. She'd started this a couple of weeks ago while
we were watching TV and I hadn't thought anything of it. She was
tall for her age and had quite a solid body but she had never had
the baby fat associated with some kids. Her pretty face and
blonde hair made her very attractive and I'd speculated now and
then that I'd need to beat the boys off with a stick when it came
round to that time in her life.

I had started to notice her body development and impure thoughts
began to emerge in my head. I shook off those ideas, or rather I
ignored them. What was I thinking? She's just a kid, I would tell
myself, and be satisfied with that. The trouble was that my eyes
wouldn't disassociate themselves from my brain and I watched how
she moved, how she looked in just her knickers after she'd just
got out of the bath. No sign of tits yet but that pussy slit
looked nice in those tight little knickers. And what a lovely
little bottom! Stop it, John, is what I should have said to
myself but I didn't. This was going to be my undoing, I just knew
it. I couldn't touch that little bum, could I? I certainly
wouldn't touch that little cunt between her legs, would I? That
would make me a child-molester and I wasn't one of those, was I?
They were dirty old men in raincoats, not fit and virile young
men who liked to shag women. Although, to be honest, I was also
having regular sex with a young friend of mine at the time, a
nice young married man called Brian. But my wife and Brian were
not kids, were they?

So I dismissed the idea as being ridiculous and told myself that
I wouldn't think those thoughts again. And then I saw her eating
an ice-cream cone while we were out somewhere and the bad
thoughts returned. Her pink tongue was licking the ice-cream and
a picture of my dick transposed onto that ice-cream came rushing
into my head! Jesus, my dick was starting to fill out and I had
to cross my legs so that my wife wouldn't see it. To make matters
worse, she put her finger into the ice-cream and then sucked her
finger. What the fuck was this kid doing? She wasn't looking at
me and it certainly didn't seem to be provocative but I imagined
what it might look like to a dirty old man. I told her to stop
that and eat it properly so that immediate danger soon passed.
The trouble was that the picture stayed in my head. How could a
kid look so sexy without being aware of it? Wait, why was this
affecting me so much? Did I want some kind of sex with this
child, my step-daughter? Certainly not, it was unthinkable! Or
was it?

When she next combed my hair whilst I sat in my chair, I laid my
hand on her bare leg when her skirt rode up a little. We were
watching TV together and I started to move my hand up and down
her leg slowly. Eventually it came to rest above her knee. I was
waiting for a reaction but none came. She just carried on
watching TV and combing my hair. So I became a little more daring
and moved my hand further up her leg towards her beautiful little
virgin hole. Still no reaction!

Proceeding slowly, I reached her panties with my fingertips and
lingered there awhile, just stroking her pussy mound over her
knickers. God, I was getting hard! I could feel her little pussy
lips through the material but she acted as if nothing was wrong.
Had she not noticed? Was I getting sexually turned on by this
child and was she deliberately taking no notice of it? Or was she
liking it and not wanting it to stop? Could she feel my dick
hardening beneath her lovely bum?

So I went further and pulled my fingers back to the leg of her
knickers and started to work my fingertips under the leg band. My
fingers touched her bare pussy slit and I stayed still for a
little, waiting for a reaction. When none came, I thought it was
safe to carry on, so I moved my fingertips to her clit I touched
it, stroked it, moved my fingers up and down the tiny little
slit, and stopped outside her virgin pussy hole. I pressed very
lightly and just managed to put the tip inside. She seemed a
little wet, so I resumed the clit stimulation. She started to
wriggle on my lap and then giggled, saying, "It tickles!"

So I said, "Yes, but it’s nice, isn’t it?" but she didn't answer,
just kept giggling. Anyway, I thought it best to stop now and she
rearranged her skirt and knickers. I figured that she had liked
it, so I thought I could go further in the future. She carried on
combing my hair, sitting on my knee almost every night, so I was
sure that she would not object to me doing her again. But I would
have to wait until my wife was out again before I could carry on
with my seduction of this pretty little girl, this sexy little
temptress, this ten-year-old beauty who was making me very hard
every time I thought about the delights between her legs.

My doubts returned. This conscience of mine was giving me a hard
time, no pun intended. What if she told somebody? What would my
friends say if I was discovered putting my hand inside a
10-year-old girl's knickers and playing with her sex? What would
Brian say if he knew that besides sucking his dick and fucking
him, I also had sex with a little girl? Then I started to have
visions of Brian with his hands inside my step-daughter's
knickers and I became instantly hard. I had to wank immediately
and within seconds, my spunk was shooting all over the place.

It was bad enough that I was cheating on my wife with another
man, enjoying fulfilling sexual acts of sodomy and the delights
of exciting a man with my mouth and tongue till he shot large
amounts of spunk into my welcoming mouth, but wanting sex with
her young daughter, a mere child, had me thinking that I needed
some kind of therapy, that I was a real sick man. But I didn't
just want to play with her sex, I wanted to tongue her to give
her multiple orgasms, stick my tongue up her bottom, force my
dick up her little virgin cunt and shoot my spunk all the way
inside her. I imagined getting her pregnant, a 10-year-old with a
big swelling belly, and sucking on the nipples of the breasts
that she would grow in her developing pregnancy.

Christ, this has to stop. My dick is constantly hard with those
thoughts, yet I can see no way that I can actually stop wanting
these things. I'm obsessed with her and I desperately want the
things I have imagined. She's so sweet, so pretty, yet in reality
she's always been a little cow with her constant misbehaving and
I always seem to be punishing her. Sometimes I think, 'Why
doesn't she tell her mum that I'm feeling her up?' when I'm being
strict. I can't understand it but I'm grateful anyway.

I did her again and again over the coming months, each time
making her squirm after running my fingertips around her clit and
trying to put my finger up inside her. She was, of course, very
tight, so I could only insert the tip of my finger into her sweet
pussy hole before she winced with pain. Then I would stop and
play with her slit, running the juices on my fingers over her
whole sex. I don’t think she was able to have a full orgasm yet
because of her age, but it didn’t stop me trying. All I wanted to
do was to please this child sexually, my own desires always
coming second. I wanted to make her come but I wasn't too
concerned if I had to wank myself off later. Why was that? Did
that make me less selfish?

I could not get this sexy little girl out of my mind and I
decided to play with her when she was asleep in her bed. I
sneaked into her bedroom when I was sure that my wife was asleep.
She mostly slept on her stomach, so I put my hand under the
bedclothes and stroked her bottom over her pyjamas. The lovely
cleft between her buttocks was very exciting to touch, so I
slowly moved my hand to the waistband of her pyjamas and placed
my hand inside. Her buttocks were very smooth, very tight, with
muscles that only come with youth. I felt the cleft between her
buttocks and ran the tips of my fingers up and down it whilst my
other hand stroked my steel hard cock.

She woke up and stirred, opening her legs as if it was the
natural thing to do. With the extra space now, I was able to run
my fingers to her pussy and back up again to her bum hole. I put
my fingertips into my mouth to get saliva for her slit, to make
it easier for my fingers to glide along the preteen's sex organs,
from clit to bum hole and back. She was squirming whilst I was
masturbating myself, but she could not see what I was doing
because I was kneeling next to the bed.

I could feel my balls tightening and the tense sensations told me
I was about to shoot my sperm. My hand stroked her until I came.
God, what a feeling! Imagine, touching up a 10-year-old girl with
one hand whilst jerking yourself off with the other! It was
absolutely FUCKING FANTASTIC! Then I covered her up again and
left.

We continued these practices for months until one day when I went
to the bathroom. I had to pee, but June was busy at the sink, so
I got my cock out and had a pee. Whilst I was doing this, I saw
her looking out of the corner of her eye, trying to see my cock.
I thought, 'Yes, this is the time.'

So I said, "It’s alright to look," and I faced her so she could
see properly. After a few seconds, I said to her, "Touch it, it’s
OK." She brought her hand up and squeezed my cock lightly,
feeling all around it. At the same time, I put my hand under her
skirt and played with her pussy over her panties. As she kept
playing with my cock, I put my hand inside her panties and ran my
fingers inside her slit. We stayed that way until she started to
squirm and shake, saying that it tickled again. She could not
take any more of my feeling her up, so we stopped and rearranged
our clothes.

One Sunday morning, I had come downstairs early and was shortly
joined by June in her pyjamas. I started to feel myself up over
my pants as she watched me, and then I got my dick out. She was
watching the whole time and I said to come over to me, which she
did. I said, "Suck it, June," and without further thought, she
opened her mouth and took the head of my dick between her lovely
little lips.

Not knowing exactly what to do, she just held it in her mouth and
sucked. I said, "Suck it like a lolly, June. Move up and down on
it." She did this, bobbing her head and sucking on it. I knew I
would not last long with this ten-year-old giving me the most
exciting blowjob I had ever experienced. So I reluctantly pulled
her off and said, "Watch, June." She watched me wank myself until
the sperm shot out of my dick. The look on her face was one of
total surprise, along with the expression she had of someone
seeing another person being sick on the floor. After all, this
was completely new to her. When I finished shooting my cum, I
said, "This is what happens when you make babies. This white
stuff shoots into you." She looked amazed!


We continued these activities until she was 11 years old, when I
noticed that she was starting to "climax". When I touched her,
she would become aroused and at the end, she'd begin to shudder
whilst squirming under my fingers. Her tits had started to grow
and I was in heaven as I licked her nipples and gently caressed
the small mounds. It was mostly the area around the nipple, the
aureole, that had grown and the tissue behind had swelled up to
make the spectacle absolutely stunning. Her hips had started to
form into a woman's but she was still the picture of a child in
her innocence. My feelings of love for her had increased over the
last two years, yet I still wanted to do dirty things with her.
That's lust, isn't it, not love? Whatever it was, I wanted more
of it. I thought the time had come to try to fuck her! I had
become obsessed with her. She always made me feel so horny, just
looking at her.

One afternoon, when we were alone, I started touching her up as
usual and, after a couple of minutes, I said, "Do you want to go
upstairs?" To this, she replied, "If you want." So up we went to
our bedroom. Once inside, I started to undress and, without a
word, she began to do the same. I had said nothing, but she must
have guessed that it was for sex with her. Her body was
magnificent, her small breasts standing proud, her slim waist and
broadening hips, the pretty face with her blue eyes and the
blonde hair around her shoulders. My dick was at full mast and
her eyes hardly left it.

I went around the bed to where she stood and sat her down on it.
She looked up at me with those lovely eyes and I took her head in
both hands. My dick was before her and at the right height. I
moved forward a little and placed the end of my dick to her lips.
She opened her mouth and took the head of my dick inside, her
lips feeling exquisite as they closed over the shaft. She knew
the routine by now and her soft mouth massaged my sex. I said
softly, "Play with my balls, love," and without any further
explanation from me, her hands came up to feel my scrotum,
fondling my balls gently. She had never touched my balls before
and her voyage of exploration felt most satisfying.

I had to stop her soon because I didn't want to come in her
mouth. That may have grossed her out and I certainly didn't want
that. Her lovely eyes looked up at me and her innocence
overwhelmed me. A beautiful 11-year-old girl had been sucking my
adult dick and I was not at all concerned about her moral welfare
as I ought to have been. My lust had overtaken me and my brain
was no longer functioning; my dick had taken over.

I placed her on the bed on her back and stepped back to look at
her. She was exquisite in her beauty and I was unworthy to soil
her beauty, I knew that. I should have stopped what I was doing,
kissed her and made her dress again and go downstairs. Why wasn't
I doing that? Why wasn't I protecting her against filthy men like
me? Men would spoil her, use her for their own satisfaction, fill
her with their vile spunk so that she'd have a baby. My love for
her would make me prevent that, wouldn't it?

These ideas served only to increase my ardour. The idea of men
using my little girl this way excited me considerably and my
conscience switched off again. I had to have her, to make her
mine before other men could use her for their vile pleasures. She
had to be mine and nobody else's. I had to be the one to satisfy
all her sexual needs, it was my duty as her father. I would
console myself with that fact while I sexed her, the fact that I
was saving her from the other filthy men.

I lay down next to her on the bed and started to lick her
nipples, my fingertips gently caressing the breast flesh beneath.
She just lay there, watching my hand move over her body and then
I felt her nipple begin to stiffen under my tongue. My dick lay
on her leg while I molested my daughter, leaking pre-cum as I had
my way with her. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she
remained still but I noticed that her breathing had begun to
quicken. I moved to the other breast and made the nipple erect
with my tongue and she seemed to squirm somewhat, which made me
wonder if I'd hurt her during my ministrations. I looked up to
see her face and there was no sign of distress, just a redness
from either embarrassment or being excited by the first man in
her life.

Then I started to run my tongue south until I reached her stomach
and the inny navel. She giggled as I tickled her navel with my
tongue and it seemed to break the tension of her arousal. Her
abdomen was smooth and muscular and I worshipped there for a
while, hand and mouth in unison, kissing her profusely with the
mouth that soon was to worship at the altar of her sex.

Apart from a couple of short hairs, there was just sparse down
above her sex and it intrigued me. Because I was used to full
mats of pubic hair, it had always fascinated me that kids were
spared that awful coarse hair which most adults had to keep in
check. Of course, it also reinforced my belief in the innocence
of the young, their virgin unspoiled beauty and the desirability
of their perfect bodies for men like me to abuse and corrupt.
Jesus, I was doing it again. I wanted to abuse her, to fuck her
senseless and commit acts of gross indecency on her, to make her
a slut, my slut, yet I wanted to preserve her child-like body, to
keep it holy somehow.

With my conscience switched off again, I moved down to the slit
between her legs. Once there, I pushed my tongue between her
pussy lips, trying to push it into her hole. I managed to get the
tip in. God, was I hot! There was barely any odour coming from
that little cunt, unlike the adults I had served on many
occasions. She tensed and sighed at the intrusion between the
lips of her sex, and it encouraged me to further my attempts to
please her and to give her the orgasm I so wanted to give her. I
wanted to be the one she wanted every time to satisfy her needs.
She started to moan as my tongue licked the lips of her sex,
moving around to worship her virgin hole and then her virgin bum.
At that, she jumped slightly, but settled back as soon as my
tongue began to lick her rosebud. Doing that made her moan and I
looked up briefly to see that her face had a smile on it.

I thought she may have been disconcerted when the tip of my
tongue began to try to push past the sphincter of her lovely
little bum-hole but it was not to be. She wriggled slightly, I
think in an attempt to accommodate the invader but it was too
tight so I wet my finger and pushed that in to the first knuckle.
She squirmed at that but made no attempt to escape it. My finger
withdrew and then attacked again, bringing my daughter pleasure
that made her groan.

While keeping my finger inside her tiny anus, I wanted her to get
the ultimate pleasure now so I ran my tongue up her little slit
to find the hood which was hiding the little clitoris, the
absolute centre of sexual arousal. There it was, the little
nubbin that girls loved to stimulate, to pet and finger when
alone in their beds. It had lengthened and when my tongue licked
it and then my lips pulled on it like it was a small cock, she
began to shake and shudder. She was having a massive orgasm and I
watched in wonder as her face crumpled, her eyes closed tight
shut and her lips stiffened as she let out a cry.

Watching your daughter come because of what YOU did to her is the
most satisfying feeling a dad could have. The love I had for her
then couldn't possibly be described. I quickly disengaged myself
from her sex and went to cuddle her. I held her throughout,
kissing her, caressing her face and body gently with one hand
while holding her tightly with my other arm. Her shuddering began
to lessen and I watched her face return eventually to it's normal
beauty. She didn't say anything but then, she didn't have to. I
was just grateful that she had allowed me, her dad, to do this
for her.

Was I evil for doing this? Was I a monster, a child molester? Had
I hurt her, defiled her, hurt her psychologically? I'd like to
think that I was none of those things and that I hadn't hurt her
in any way. I wanted to go on doing her, giving her all the
sexual pleasure she would ever need. It gave me the greatest
feeling to know that I would be available to this child, to
educate her in the filthiest sexual practices she could imagine,
and if that meant she wanted to have other men sexing her while I
watched and helped, that would be fine with me.

I was so in love with this child that I would do absolutely
anything she wanted. As it turned out, I would get the
opportunity to do exactly that.





Chapter 2

My abuse of my step-daughter continued apace as my sexual hunger
for her increased. I molested her regularly, both manually and
orally, without a word of complaint from the beautiful girl. She
was 12 now and enjoyed the orgasms that I usually inflicted on
her. The odd thing about it was the fact that she never enthused
about my ministrations but seemed to accept them with gratitude.
She smiled constantly while being sexed and the apparent ecstacy
on her face when cumming belied the indifference she always
pretended. If she wanted no further part in our sexual games, she
certainly showed no sign of it.

I would touch her at every opportunity when my wife was absent
but that became seldom when my wife began to spend more time at
home. Our younger child was 7 now and taking notice too of things
about her, so that reduced even further the chances I had to feel
June up. I was still able to touch June sexually during the night
when I had to get up to go to work in the middle of the night.

I'd go to her room and feel that lovely bum under the bedclothes.
My hand would sneak inside her pyjama bottoms and I'd feel
between her legs, my hand enjoying what I found there.
Masturbating my dick while touching this little girl was very
satisfying and the fact that I had to come into my other hand and
then lick up my own cum was a bonus. I couldn't leave a tell-tale
mess behind, could I?

The time had come when I felt that I could penetrate that
beautiful little cunt, that 12-year-old pussy that I loved so
much. The question was when to do it. My wife had to be out and
my younger daughter too before I could fuck that young cunt. The
desire to shoot spunk inside her had become so strong now and it
was becoming increasingly urgent.

She was going to the comprehensive school now and mixing with the
big kids, which had been denied to her during her primary school
years. My fear of her finding some spotty schoolboy to fuck her
made her early seduction all the more important. So when the
opportunity came up, I seized it with both hands.

June and I were alone at last and I asked her to go upstairs with
me. We watched each other undress on each side of the bed and I
marvelled at the body of this angel, this apparition of beauty.
Her breasts, although still small, were perfect in their firmness
and youth, and the hair around her pussy was still sparse. Her
eyes were fixed on my dick which stood proud and stiff between my
legs and the balls hanging below.

We climbed into bed and my hand moved to the firm breast and my
head bowed to take the nipple between my lips. With her usual
ignorance of what to do with her hands, they remained by her
sides while I savoured the sight and smell of this little virgin
girl. My dick lay on her leg, the pre-cum flowing freely. Moving
my head from one side to the other, I made both of her pink
nipples a brighter pink as they became erect through my licking
and gentle nibbling. Her breathing had quickened and a slight
moan escaped her lips as the feelings of my sexual abuse began to
affect her.

I kissed my way down to her abdomen, smelling her clean skin
along the way until I reached the immature lips of her young
pussy. As my lips kissed her pussy lips, she opened her legs
further for easier access. I pulled her pussy lips gently with my
teeth, bringing them away from her body and then running my
tongue around them. After releasing them, I pushed my tongue into
her slit to feel for the virgin hole that lay within. A small
moan meant that she was enjoying my abuse of her young sex.

I quickly moved myself around so that I knelt between her legs
and, after raising them and placing a pillow under her bum, I
plunged my tongue into the slit and found the hole which so
desperately needed my attention. Licking between vagina and
bum-hole caused her to flinch but only until she realised I was
doing again what she had formerly found so stimulating. Her bum
settled once more onto the pillow beneath her bum and I continued
my ministrations on the bits she most enjoyed.

Her arousal was obvious now because she was producing her own
juices, adding to the saliva that I was so liberally spreading
around her sex. That arousal increased as I used my index finger
to invade that beautiful anus, pushing through her youthful
sphincter so that more than two inches were buried in her
bum-hole. She wriggled then, hoping to get more, but I was busy
with my mouth, fucking her virgin hole with the tip of my tongue.
Her youthful hips wriggled again and I thought she was getting
too close to cumming. I didn't want that just yet, so I stopped.

I kissed the cheeks of her bum and licked the inside of her
thighs, waiting for calm within her before I proceeded. I looked
up at her face, her body, and looked in wonder at the perfection
before me. Her beauty exceeded that of any adult woman and I felt
humbled. This 12-year-old girl was perfection personified and I
realised that I loved her then more intensely than any other
person in the world. Was I doing right by her? Should I be
wanting to plunge my dick into my virgin step-daughter? Wasn't I
her dad, pledged to protect her from the vile men who would want
to use her for their own pleasure, men like me? Thinking about
these vile men fucking my daughter stimulated me further and at
that point, my conscience switched off again.

Her arousal had made the little clitoris appear from under it's
hood and my lips enveloped it, sucking on it as I would a cock.
Her breathing became shallow and she panted as I licked her whole
slit with my tongue flat against the skin. The odour emanating
from her pussy was so exciting, so feral, and I felt she was
building again towards her release.

I stopped and knelt up on the bed. "Suck me, June, suck me,
love!" She moved from the pillow onto her hands and knees, then
bowed her head and took my stiff pole into her mouth. 'Jesus,' I
thought, 'Don't let me cum now.' I had never filled her mouth
with spunk because I was afraid it might gross her out and I
certainly didn't want anything to turn her off sex with me. So
after only a minute, I stopped her and laid her down on her back,
bum on the pillow.

She opened her legs wide and I admired once again that
magnificent sight before moving to her and placing my dick
against her little cunt. I looked up briefly and saw a little
fear in her eyes when she realised what was going to come next.
Her anxiety continued as I tried to push the head of my dick
between the lips of her sex, but I feared that her muscles were
involuntarily trying to repel the invader. Repeated attempts
proved fruitless so I had a quick rethink

She looked up at me fearfully and said, "You won’t make me have a
baby, will you?" to which I replied, "Of course not, love," at
which she seemed to relax. Although only 12, she had worked out
the possible consequences of what I was trying to do to her and
seemed satisfied with my answer.

I lay down next to her and said, "Climb on me," and after placing
her correctly, I explained what would happen. "Hold my dick and
place it at the entrance to your hole," which she did. "Now sink
down onto it when you feel ready." After a couple of tries, she
was beginning to get upset so I told her to relax her muscles and
take her time. Then she did it! Her pussy muscles opened up and
the head entered. Then she stopped, a pained expression on her
pretty face.

"Relax, June, just take as much as you want, love," I whispered,
holding her hips lightly. After a few more seconds, she went down
again, this time taking more of my shaft into her tight virgin
hole. "Move back up and then down again, love," I encouraged and
she successfully penetrated herself further. By now, I was almost
all the way inside her and the tightness of her love tunnel was
starting to affect me badly. I wasn't going to be able to last
much longer.

A few more movements and I exploded. My cum shot up inside my
beautiful blonde daughter, filling her fertile womb with potent
young seed. I pumped spunk continuously for what seemed like half
a minute, her pussy holding still while I did my best to
impregnate her.

Looking up at her, I realised that she was watching me as I came
and I wondered how it had felt to her. Did she feel the spunk
shooting into her depths?

As I came down from my high, the thought that she hadn't come yet
hit me and as I pulled my softening dick from her love-hole, some
spunk dripped onto my pubic hair. I placed her quickly back onto
the pillow and she opened her legs wide. The pillow under her bum
raised her sex and I watched in awe as my spunk dribbled from her
cunt lips and down her bum crack.

I immediately went down to her lovely pussy, still slightly open
from our coupling, and started to lick the spunk, my spunk, the
spunk she had given me the honour of being the first to shoot
into her. It tasted salty and together with her juices mixed in
it, I found it very satisfying. When I had swallowed all that I
could, I went for her clitoris. Her delicious juices were
everywhere in her slit and the clitoris was very slippery but I
managed enough friction so that within a minute, she came
violently on my tongue. Her body shook and shuddered, her hips
moving with the strength of her orgasm so much that I had to hold
her down to keep my tongue in place. More juices were expelled
from her hole, soaking my mouth and nose while she continued
cumming.

Her hips eventually collapsed onto the pillow under her bum and
she was still. I remained between her legs, now kissing the
inside of her thighs and caressing her tummy and lower abdomen. I
kissed the wet pussy lips but gently, not urgently, and tasted
again the juices of this little girl.

Was she a woman now? Was she still my little girl? Would I be
enough for her in the future? Would she still want me? All these
questions buzzed round my head and my conscience switched on once
more. Was it right that her dad just fucked her? Should I
apologise to her, ask her forgiveness for this terrible crime I
just committed against her? How would she feel now that her dad
had shot his fertile spunk up inside her? Would she be pregnant
now?

Jesus H. Christ, I'm doing it again. Fuck the conscience. That
was the greatest fuck I can ever remember. She is so beautiful
and sexy that I'll keep fucking her until the spunk's coming out
of her ears and mouth. And I want to watch other men fill her up
with cum. And I'll help them to do her.

Am I a sick fuck or not? Somebody please tell me.






Chapter 3

I've been abusing my stepdaughter for more than a year. June was
10 when I started to touch her and I haven't been able to stop
doing it. No, that's not true. I don't WANT to stop. I'm obsessed
with this pretty young girl. The trouble is that she has
responded to my touch. I've explain how it all came about and
I've gone on to imagine her with other men. I don't care if I go
to hell; I don't care if SHE goes to hell but I have to see her
molested by another man. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She's lying on my bed upstairs, blindfolded and with her wrists
tied to the bed. I don't want her to see who's going to molest
her pretty 12-year-old body. She's wearing a school blouse and a
pair of little panties. She let me tie her because I've done it
to her before. It always turned me on to know I could do what I
wanted with her and she couldn't stop me. I like to lick her
little tits and that place between her legs, the place that she
likes me to touch, to play with, to worship with my mouth.

I've invited Brian to the house. He's 22 and married and I've
been having sex with him for a couple of years. He likes to cum
in my mouth and have me fuck his bum. His cock is a little
smaller than mine and I can take it completely into my mouth. His
bum is lovely and he particularly likes me to press the tip of my
tongue into his hole before I fuck him. When I fuck him,
sometimes he cums without me ever touching his dick. He always
places a towel under him to catch his spunk so it doesn't shoot
onto the bedclothes.

His neighbour's kid, 11 years old, has been coming onto him in
the childish way they do. She has a crush on him and when I asked
why he didn't do her, he couldn't really come up with a
satisfactory answer. I suppose he thought it was going too far. I
thought I might give him a surprise chance to have sex with
another 11-year-old and my mind ticked over with how to bring it
about. Problem is that he visits our house regularly and June
knows him well as Uncle Brian, even though we're not related.

I've invited Alan too. He likes to watch sex, any kind of sex. He
and his wife are swingers and although I did think of inviting
his wife, I thought she might draw the line at sex with kids.
Alan's a dirty bastard, just like me, but I've never had sex with
him, although I'd like to one day. He has a big cock though, too
big for June if things get out of hand. He has strict
instructions to watch and wank, but nothing more. His camera can
record the abuse of June and I've asked that I get copies of all
the pics that he takes.

Brian's just turned up and I've let him in. He asks about my wife
and I tell him she won't be back until tomorrow. I'm just
organising some beers when Alan turns up and joins us. I
introduce them to each other and Brian wonders what he's here
for. Alan already knows and has instructions not to mention
anything.

After we're settled, I sit next to Brian and my hand wanders to
his crotch. His eyes dart to Alan who shows no surprise. After
rubbing him a minute or so, he's become aroused and so I free his
dick from his pants. He's completely erect now and when I look
up, I see that Alan has his cock on show. Brian's shyness has
disappeared completely now and he eyes Alan's cock with interest.
My head descends and my tongue licks around the head of Brian's
dick. He is uncircumcised but his foreskin is very tight so that
it won't retract behind the glans. Pre-cum begins to show at the
tip and I figure that he's just about ready for his surprise.

"Brian, how would you like it if you could touch up a
12-year-old and she wouldn't say no?" His eyes dart from Alan's
cock to his face to see what his reaction is. Nothing. He looks
at me questioningly. "Come on, Brian, there's something very nice
for you upstairs. Just one thing though. Don't speak when you get
in there."

I rise and move towards the door that leads to the hallway. Alan
follows me instantaneously and Brian looks stunned. I wait and,
although Brian is uncertain, he puts his dick back into his pants
and stands. They both follow me upstairs to the bedroom. I
whisper to them to wait a minute and I enter the room alone.

She's there, beautiful in her youth, perfection that only the
very young have. She's been there about half an hour, waiting to
see what I would do to her. Her blindfold is still in place so
it's safe to continue. I undo the buttons on her school blouse
and feel her little breasts, the nipples becoming erect like
little peas. She's responding to my touch and so I move south to
smell the faint odour of arousal coming from her little cunt.
Pubic hair has just begun to sprout and it's sparse and fine. My
nose and lips touch her sex and she moves slightly, trying to get
closer to my face. She's ready now.

I quietly creep out of the room and close the door so she can't
hear me. I tell the men outside that she's ready and, after
reminding them that they must be silent, I ask Brian to come in
first. He follows me and sees this vision of beauty lying on the
bed. He doesn't know what to say, what to do. I go over to the
child and show Brian the breasts I have just been teasing and he
notices the erect nipples. He can't tear his eyes away from this
goddess, the bare tits, the panties so tight that they show the
camel-toe of the slit that lies beneath. I have to go over to him
and hit his shoulder to get his attention before he looks at me
and then I nod and move my head to indicate that he should go to
her.

He moves unsteadily towards the bed but doesn't know what to do.
I go behind him and start to undress him and he just stares at
her, taking in her young body. I've just about stripped him when
I lead him all the way to her and take his hand and place it on
her breast. He feels her, his fingers running around the nipple
in wonder. I stand back and watch. His head lowers and his lips
caress her tits, the tongue poking out to take a nipple between
them. She moans and he looks up at her face. Even with the
blindfold covering part of her face, he must realise that it's
June he's molesting.

He looks for me but I have gone outside the room to bring in
Alan. As Alan enters, he takes in the sight of this child being
molested by this adult man and he's instantly hard again. I feel
the crotch of his pants and confirm that his large cock has
reacted to the sexy sight of this child abuse. What I'm doing to
his crotch goes unnoticed as he gets his camera primed and begins
to take pics. He moves closer to take pics of the pair on the bed
as Brian has begun to lick the child's torso and neck, and
licking her lips greedily while feeling around her abdomen. His
hand has reached the waistband of her panties and he pushes his
fingers underneath to feel the cunt of this child. She feels hot
to him and his fingers run between the yet undeveloped labia. She
gasps at his touch and her legs open wider. He wants to take off
her little panties and he looks at me for permission. I nod and
he begins to peel them down her beautiful legs and off her feet.

Her legs open again and the beauty of her sex is there for all to
see. Alan has moved closer with his camera now and takes shot
after shot of what is on display. I go to him and release his
belt, pull down his pants and underpants, releasing the big cock
that is now rock hard. I wank him for a few seconds but I fear he
might cum and I don't want that yet. Brian is torn between what
I'm doing and the beauty that is still under his fingers. He
stands and begins to strip off his clothes. In no time, he's
naked and resumes his abuse of my step-daughter.

Her bare pussy is like a magnet to him and he climbs between her
wide open legs and kisses her pussy lips, his tongue just snaking
out to taste the lips and to push between into the slit. As soon
as her clitoris is touched, she moans again and that does it for
Brian. He's possessed now, becoming surer of himself. His fingers
join his tongue and a finger is pushing into the child's vagina
that is now very wet with her own juices. His saliva and her
natural arousal have made her slick and this has the effect of
allowing him to push his finger all the way in. He finger-fucks
her for a few seconds and she responds by moving her hips in time
with him. His cock is hard and red, aroused like I've never seen
him before.

I turn my back to him and see Alan's cock, long and thick, and I
have to taste it.  He looks down for just a second as I take his
weapon into my mouth. While I'm busy, he goes back to taking pics
of the child abuse before him and momentarily falters as I begin
to suck.

Meanwhile, June is starting to buck her hips and Brian has
difficulty trying to keep his mouth on her. He holds onto her
hips as he begins to drive his tongue up her hole, alternating
with the occasional stroking of her clitoris. I can't see her
because I'm sucking Alan's cock but I know the signs. I know
she's going to cum soon and the men will see for the first time
an 11-year-old child in the throes of orgasm.

I want to be sure that Alan fills my mouth with his rich spunk at
the same time he sees her cum so I speed up and wank the thick
shaft. He's gasping now and I feel the head of his cock expanding
and I know that any second I'll taste the fruit of his big balls.
I hear June behind me and I know it's coming now, her orgasm is
here. I can picture what she does; her hips rise off the bed and
she goes stiff, the sound from her throat a cry as if in pain.

Alan is filling my mouth now, gasping and trembling as he shoots
hot ropes of sperm into my welcoming mouth. The camera has
stopped for a moment but he has already captured the child's
orgasm and his throbbing cock is taking up his attention just
now. His big load has almost choked me and only my swallowing
quickly has averted an emergency call to the ambulance service.
As his cock begins to go soft, I lick the head and suck up the
last few dribbles of his delicious spunk. I turn around to see
what Brian is doing with June.

June has her hips back down on the bed and is still breathing
heavily. Brian looks pleased with himself but his dick is still
hard. He's looking at my step-daughter as if he's in love with
her, absolute adoration. If he wasn't already married, I'm sure
he would have proposed to her just then.

Brian looks at me and silently asks if he can fuck her. I nod and
he gives me a look of such gratitude that I thought he might kiss
me! He begins to kiss her gently all over her body. He's on top
her, skin to skin, and he's kissing her lips. Her lips open
slightly and his tongue pushes inside. She responds by sucking it
and soon he's wriggling about on her. He moves then so that he
can reach her lips with his dick. He looks at me for approval and
then touches her lips with it. She opens them immediately and he
slips it inside that warm wet place.

Alan has resumed taking pics again, capturing this young man's
ardour as he makes love to this child, my child. Meanwhile, I'm
savouring the taste of Alan's spunk because it still coats the
inside of my mouth. I'm thinking that I wouldn't mind another
helping of the same. I wonder if his wife likes the taste of his
seed. I know that Brian's wife won't swallow his spunk so I'm
happy to oblige.

Brian doesn't stay long in June's mouth before he withdraws and
scrambles between her legs again. He lifts her legs and goes down
again between them. His tongue licks up the sex juice from her
little pussy and I can see he's enjoying the sweet taste. Under
her pussy, her little bum-hole gets his attention and he is quick
to sample the joys of anal penetration with his tongue. She loves
this too but I already knew that from personal experience. She
starts wriggling again and moaning, enjoying the feeling that her
daddy has regularly given her.

I think Brian has had enough and needs to shoot his spunk. In an
instant, he's at her pussy entrance, dick in hand and ready to
make her his bride. This consummation is now to take place and I
wonder for a moment if he's going to offer up a prayer. No, he's
going to fuck her with or without the permission of God.

Thankfully, he's smaller than I am in the dick department and, as
he begins to push forward, the saliva and natural juices ease the
passage and with three insertions of his dick, he manages to
penetrate her fully. She flinches occasionally while this is
carried out and finally settles when she feels his groin joined
to hers. What's going through Brian's mind, I don't know but his
face is a picture. He's gone to Heaven and found that he likes it
there!

He begins to fuck the child's pussy tentatively at first, then
with increasing confidence as he discovers he's not hurting her.
She's breathing heavily again and I know that it won't take long
to make her cum again. I wet my forefinger and press it to
Brian's bum-hole and he stops his fucking of my daughter. I
finger-fuck him for a few seconds and I know that the spunk will
soon shoot out of his dick. When I feel the time is right, I push
him forward again so he'll continue to piston in and out of that
gorgeous pussy. He does this with my finger following, still in
his bum-hole, and I feel the orgasm begin. His hole grabs my
finger tight and his spunk is shoots into the beautiful pussy
before him. While he fills her with spunk, I fondle his ball-bag,
encouraging him to give her all that he can manage.

June must have felt him shooting inside her because she's smiling
and moaning at what's happening. She begins to shake and Alan is
still taking pics of her and Brian in the throes of their
orgasms. I withdraw my finger from Brian's bum and he collapses
on top of her, exhausted.

When Brian finally pulls out of the child's pussy, cum spills out
and Alan is there to record it. He loves the sight of it and I
can't say I don't feel the same way. There's something about
spunk oozing out of a 12-year-old's little pussy that is so
erotic, so exciting. Brian has rolled onto his back and I'm quick
to clean the juices from their coupling from his cock. God, it
tastes good. Alan is also on hand to record this on camera. I
can't wait to see the collection of pics he's taken. My only
regret is that we didn't get a movie camera to record it all.

I signal for the men to leave the room and I go with them,
carefully closing the door behind me. Back downstairs, Brian
begins to get worried. What if she tells the police, what if she
tells her mother, what if...? Alan is composed and begins to
allay Brian's fears.

"She was blind-folded. Who can she say it was who molested her?
And why would she? She wasn't hurt, in fact she enjoyed it very
much from where I was standing. Oh and thanks, John, for the
blowjob."

I said, "Sorry, guys, but you'll have to go now. I need to go
upstairs and free her. She hasn't had a drink or gone to the
toilet for more than an hour."

Brian said, "Oh yes, of course. I'll catch you later, John. Bye,
Alan."

After he'd gone, Alan asked what I would do now and I explained
that I would have to free her, get her a drink and fuck her.
After coming inside her, I would get her to squat over my face
and push out the spunk inside her. I would be licking and sucking
Brian's spunk and my own out of her and giving her yet another
orgasm with my tongue.

I just wondered if she'd get pregnant and if so, who would be the
father? How would I explain that to her mother?

Alan left and I made my way upstairs.




Chapter 4

The little blonde girl has been repeatedly molested for two years
now and never knows when he will strike again. The 12-year-old
has been made to undress in front of her abuser, to suck his dick
and even had to endure having his cock penetrate her little
pussy. Her mother has never been present to save her from his
attentions because he waits until the mother leaves the house and
he knows the girl is alone. She knows he will come to her, she
knows he can't help himself. His hunger for her drives him onward
and she knows that she is responsible. Her attractive face and
her developing body combine to make him want to commit indecent
acts with her. She's seen the same hunger in the faces of the
older boys at school when they've followed her with their eyes,
watching her pert bottom as she walks and the now constant
staring at her developing breasts. She feels uncomfortable when
she sees them but a new sense of empowerment is surfacing and
she's not sure how to handle it. Her abuser began his attentions
when she was 10 and she had no power but now, seeing these boys
ogle her, she's realising that she's desirable. She's beginning
to understand the power that a female body has over the male and
she's not sure if she should flaunt it or remain innocent. But
she's not innocent. An adult has taken away her innocence and
continues to molest her. She can't get her innocence back; it's
gone for ever. Her hymen was broken; he had deflowered her,
defiled her. But she wasn't sure if she hated him for it.



His hands pull up her skirt and go down inside her knickers; his
fingers feel her slit, her sex lips, her sensitive clitoris that
hides in the folds of her little pussy. His cock is hard and she
feels his hardness as he pulls her to him from behind and she
will feel it against her bum-crack, through the thin knickers
that cover her tight little bum.

As his hands roam around her sex, she knows he can feel the light
down on her pubis, the down that will become coarse pubic hair
years from now. She knows that her body will betray her soon and
he will feel the wetness that always begins to ooze from her,
spurring him on to prolong his abuse of her young body. He will
take his fingers from her and smell them, taking in the scent of
her arousal and then lick them as final proof that she has been
complicit in the carrying out of the abuse. He has molested her
but she has made the juices that sex requires and she is
therefore guilty of the conspiracy. She knows that she can't
blame him for any of this and has no desire to do so.

She stands still as he continues and knows that his hands will
move up to caress the little breasts she has lately begun to
develop. His fingers move under the school blouse, caressing the
soft unblemished skin of her belly, tickling the navel for an
instant before cupping the budding mounds that will one day be
large breasts like her mother's. Although her breast tissue is
firm, it's mostly just nipples that are raised, pink and delicate
in their perfection. Her raised nipples are tender, sensitive,
and he seems to know this as his fingertips gently stroke them.
He won't hurt her; he never has. Her legs tremble slightly and
she knows the reason. She's excited by what he's doing to her.
Her body has been responding this way to his touch for a long
time now, ever since he first started sexually abusing her.

His lips are kissing the side of her neck, just above the collar
of her blouse, and she feels warm, loved and comforted. His
fingers are gently squeezing the breast flesh, his thumbs
stroking the nipples and she can't help what she's feeling, the
sensations she is being forced to enjoy. Her breath becomes
ragged and she can feel more of her juice oozing from her pussy
and wetting the crotch of her knickers.

He removes his hands from her body and, staying behind her,
begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. As he steps back to
pull the blouse from her arms, he kisses her bare shoulder and
runs his mouth down to the small of her naked back, planting
little kisses on the way and kneeling. Discarding the blouse, his
hands find the zip of the skirt and pulls down the zip tag,
releasing the tension around her waist so that he can watch as it
falls to her feet. She knows she has to step out of it and does
so without prompting. He moves the skirt out of the way and pulls
her back to where he's still kneeling behind her.

He's admiring the knickers that cover the firm bottom, stroking
the material over the youthful buttocks and she feels the heat of
his breath and tongue when he bends forward to lick the fabric.
He smells the knickers, tastes them, strokes his finger through
the valley he feels through the material. Soon, he's taken the
waistband and has begun to pull the knickers down to expose the
bottom he has always admired, lusted after. As the knickers reach
her ankles, she raises each foot in turn without being told so
that he can remove the garment completely. Though she can't see
him behind her, she knows he can smell her child scent on them,
taking in the scent of her arousal when he brings the crotch to
his nose, and licking it to taste the proof of her excitement.
She knows that this is just further proof that she has caused him
to commit this crime, that he would not do this if she had not
encouraged him by responding to his hands, his fingers and his
mouth.

The knickers are laid to one side and his mouth returns to the
bum that he craves to touch, to smell and to lick. She leans
forward and opens her legs wide, knowing what he wants to do.
When his tongue runs the full length of her bum-crack, she
realises that she hasn't showered since coming home from school
and she blushes with embarrassment as she thinks that her sweat
might deter him from sexing her. He may stop now, she thinks, but
is reassured as his tongue continues, stopping to try to force
the tip into her bum-hole. Her whole body shudders at the
tingling sensation she is experiencing and a sigh escapes her,
making known to him the fact that she likes this. He's encouraged
by this and strives to increase her pleasure by inserting his
tongue half an inch inside her which is all he can manage, given
the tightness of the hole. Another sigh reveals that she is
appreciative of his efforts and he wiggles his tongue to increase
her enjoyment.

A couple of minutes later, he gets to his feet and slowly turns
her body around to admire her youthful beauty. He looks at her
face, her downcast blue eyes, the slight swell of her breasts,
her flat belly and the light down covering her pubis, and his
cock lurches. She has seen the bulge in his trousers and is
secretly pleased that she has this power over him, that she can
make a man desire her. He begins to take off his shirt and she
admires his chest, his prominent nipples and the soft hair she
remembers feeling against her breasts so many times when he has
clasped her to him. As he removes his pants, she looks at his
penis, erect because of her, and feels excitement - or is it
dread?

She knows this penis well, the feel, the taste. What will he make
her do this time? He watches her eyes carefully as he pulls the
cock to his belly and the bag containing his balls is completely
revealed. He notices her eyes dart to the bag and he can see her
studying the balls contained within, each one outlined, the
shapes easy to see through the thin skin. The scrotum is
liberally sprinkled with hairs, in fact the whole area of his
groin is covered with dark brown coarse hair.

His gentle hand puts downward pressure on her shoulder and she
sinks to her knees. He pulls her head gently forward, bringing
her full lips to the balls, and she knows what she has to do. Her
nose smells the odour of his masculinity as her tongue reaches
out to lick the ball-sack, moving the balls within. The man
releases the cock he has been holding and it falls, resting on
her forehead. His hands stroke her hair and he whispers softly to
her, telling her how well she's doing it, how wonderful she makes
him feel. The clamminess caused by the balls being encased inside
his pants is soon forgotten as she strives to do what she knows
he wants.

Her mouth takes in a testicle and she sucks gently, running her
tongue around it, feeling the shape, the texture. She's drooling
now and some saliva escapes her mouth and runs down her chin,
falling onto one of her pretty breasts. It's gone unnoticed by
the preteen girl because her full attention is on licking the
man, giving him pleasure in the hope that he'll keep praising
her.

He pulls back briefly, releasing the girl from her obligation to
suck his testicle, and the head of his cock waits at the wet lips
of this beautiful girl. Knowing where her duty lies, she parts
her lips and her tongue appears and she tentatively puts the tip
to his pee-hole where a drop of clear liquid has formed. Scooping
it up, she returns the tongue to her mouth to fully taste his
juice. Her mouth returns to the shiny head of the adult's cock,
enveloping it completely, along with two inches of the shaft. Her
tongue begins to lave the organ and he whispers praise again to
the kneeling girl. In her effort to please him further, her right
hand encircles the shaft while her left cups his ball-sack. She's
begins to wank the shaft that remains outside her mouth and the
balls in her other hand are knead with the gentleness she has
been taught over the last two years.

While she's doing this, her eyes study the base of his cock and
his pubic hair. She feels the coarseness of the hair on the edge
of her palm every time she pulls his foreskin all the way back
and wonders if she will have the same coarseness when she becomes
a woman. More saliva has escaped and made its way down her chin
and joined the rest already on her tits. Her sucking is creating
too much saliva in her mouth and she has to take his organ from
her mouth in order to swallow the excess. Briefly she studies the
head of his cock, admiring the shape and size, and remembering
that this has been inside her many times, right up to the place
where her babies will grow in years to come.

He takes the opportunity to cup her chin in his hand and he
exerts a small pressure upwards, indicating that she should rise.
As she stands, his eyes go to the tiny breasts and remain there,
admiring the beauty of the skin, their shape and size. He kneels
before her, holding the girl around the waist, and his head tilts
upward, his mouth seeking the right nipple. She leans slightly
forward so that it's easier for him to reach and places the
nipple to his lips. As he takes it into his mouth, she wonders if
the sensation will be the same when she is suckling her young.

Now that her legs are together again, she feels more wetness
between the inside of her thighs and she realises that her juices
are pouring out of her pussy again. His tongue feels wonderful on
her erect nipple and she cradles his head in her hands as if he
were a baby. She imagines that her milk is flowing into his
mouth, forgetting that he is the adult and she a child. His mouth
moves to the other nipple and she continues to cradle him.
'There, baby, take my milk and you'll be strong, just like your
daddy,' she thinks, stroking his head.

He's fully aroused now and knows that orgasm is not far away. He
has to stop before it's too late. He's on his knees still and
pulls her down to the thick carpet, laying her on her back. He
moves towards her pussy and she opens her legs wide, displaying
the immature sex organs that he has worshipped many times. A
cushion from the settee is pushed under her tight buttocks,
making the altar higher for his worship.

He rearranges them so that his body is over hers, his head at her
vagina, and her eyes are looking up at the cock just inches above
her. With the cushion beneath her, he can reach with his tongue
from clitoris to bum-hole, and it is his intention to cover the
full range. As he goes down to her sex lips, she knows what has
to be done and she lifts up her head to wrap her mouth over his
virile member. He recognises her difficulty and spreads his legs
further so that he's lower and to make it easier for her to suck
him.

Her sex lips open to his thrusting tongue and she feels the tip
enter her. Her breathing changes as his mouth violates her girl
pussy and it's difficult for her to breathe and suck at the same
time. His tongue is now wandering to her bum-hole and the
sensations are making more juice flow out of her. Her oily juice
is flowing towards her bum-hole and he's licking it up greedily,
savouring the little girl's arousal. The more he does this, the
more she produces.

When he returns to her sex lips, she's trembling slightly. His
tongue is seeking her little button and she desperately wants him
to find it. Whether or not she is a victim is a moot point now
because she wants to orgasm so badly. He finds the button and
sucks on it like it's a little cock, and her trembling increases.
The cock in her mouth is causing her a major problem now and he
realises it. He shuffles his legs further together so that he
pulls his cock from the girl's mouth and she is grateful for it.
His only concern now is for the little girl's pleasure and he
continues his ministrations with his lips and tongue.

His tongue is hot and it excites her as it flits from clitoris to
bum-hole, licking, licking. Her tension mounts as his tongue
moves around her vagina, prodding here, licking there, sucking
everywhere. Her breathing is becoming ragged now as her orgasm
approaches and her youthful muscles are tensing, relaxing and
tensing again. She's on the edge now and her dam is going to
burst. He knows this and he'll give all she wants in order to
please her. He loves the child and wants her happiness more than
anything else.

She's starting to shudder and her bum leaves the cushion. He
increases the speed of his tongue and puts a finger to her
bum-hole, forcing in an inch of his forefinger. Her hips are
thrashing about now and he must hold onto her so that he does not
become dislodged. She's wailing now, her strangled voice like the
cry of a wounded animal. He must hang onto her a few more seconds
or it will be ruined.

Her thrashing becomes more violent as her orgasm begins and his
strong arms hold her down more forcefully. She's coming now, her
body absolutely rigid, and he waits, her thighs trapping his head
between them. She shudders, goes stiff and shudders again in the
throes of her orgasm. She's moaning throughout, her eyes rolled
up into her head as the waves of ecstasy continue to crash
through her.

Thirty seconds later, it's over and her body goes limp. She's
like a rag doll now and he wonders if she's OK. Her thighs have
released his head and he looks at her face, seeing her eyes
closed, sweat on her brow, and lies down next to her so he can
hug her. He kisses her brow and looks at her with adoration in
his eyes. She feels him next to her and smiles without opening
her eyes.

After a minute, he looks at her nakedness and begins to wank his
cock slowly. The sight of her tiny breasts and her groin area
make his cock harden once more and he needs to release the
pressure that his love-making has caused to build up. Feeling his
movement, she opens her eyes and sits up to see what he's doing.
Her abuser is masturbating and she watches the foreskin as it
moves up and down, hiding and then revealing the mushroom head.

She knows what she has to do and places her hand on the arm that
is busy with his cock. He stops and looks into her eyes and she
smiles. Her hand takes over and she willingly masturbates her
abuser. She bends down to take the head into her mouth, tasting
the pre-cum that has begun to flow. He sighs as she continues and
she wants to do her best to please the man, to give him the
feelings she has just experienced. Her hand strokes the shaft
which will not fit in her mouth, and though she knows she cannot
compete with the adult women that she knows he has enjoyed,
she'll do her best to please this man who loves her.

She will happily spread her legs wide to receive him into her if
that is what he wants most. He will let her know what he needs
and she will oblige without question. His breathing has increased
substantially now and his strong legs tense and relax. His
nostrils flare as her tongue works on his pee-slit and her hand
slips down to cup and fondle the balls which hang below. It won't
be long now and she's ready to accept his offering in any hole he
desires.

The orgasm is almost upon him and she senses this. He doesn't
move to adopt any other position so she's guessed he will stay on
his back while she makes him come. His hand reaches up to her
back and lovingly strokes it and she feels safe with him.

He tenses, groans and begins to shoot. His spunk spurts into her
welcoming mouth, gob after gob, and she swallows quickly, knowing
that the next gob is already coming out of the cock and she will
choke if she's not fast enough. The hot salty slime covers her
tonsils, her teeth. her gums and her tongue and as the torrent
continues, she's happy to keep swallowing. His balls had moved up
into his groin and she caressed them, wanting to drain her man
completely. As the power of the spurts begins to decrease, she
pumps the cock to ensure that he is completely empty. The last
dribbles from his pee-slit are sucked up into her mouth and she
swallows again.

An air of peace surrounds him as his exhausted body slumps, and
the girl lies down next to him, her arm across his chest. She
kisses his cheek and he smiles. He turns his head towards her and
she kisses his lips and she is pleasantly surprised when he opens
his mouth to accept her tongue. She gladly thrusts into his mouth
and he sucks on it, tasting his spunk.

They lie in the afterglow, she contented, he with amazement that
she has accepted his love once again. He still can't believe that
a beautiful girl of only 12 summers would want him, accept him,
make love to him.

He's a criminal and she would be put into care if anybody
discovered their secret. Her mother mustn't know or her father.
The 12-year-old would be placed in therapy, would have to undergo
psychological evaluations and would have to go to court at his
trial. He would be locked up for years if anybody knew.

But nobody would get to know, she would make sure of that.

After all, if her step-father went to jail, she would be
heart-broken.





Chapter 5

I'm lying in bed next to my wife and I'm thinking. Sleep evades
me as my hormones and perpetual horniness prevent my rest. My
dick is hard and I'm touching it, can't seem to leave it alone.
My 33rd birthday was yesterday and I'm thinking how pretty my
little girl, my step-daughter, looks at the party. Her blonde
hair and blue eyes make her stand out in any crowd and, although
she's only 12, she's already displaying the outline of breasts
through her white T-shirt. Her hips have started almost
imperceptibly to broaden and I wonder how long it will be now
before boys will want to touch them, kiss them, kiss her between
her legs. I know how sweet she is because of the sex acts she has
been made to practice with me so I know what the boys will
experience. Stop this, John, and get some sleep. Thinking about
it will drive you crazy.

With great effort, I will myself to stop thinking and just sleep,
but 15 minutes later, I still have a hard dick because I'm
thinking about Brian who's 23, 10 years younger than me. He was
spurting his spunk into my mouth last Tuesday afternoon when he
got home from work. I'd gone there specifically to suck and
swallow because it had been more than a week since my last
injection of his potent seed and what I can only describe as
withdrawal (?) symptoms drove me to need a top-up. Before he'd
had a chance to wash the grime from his sweaty body, I had been
on my knees, clutching at his pants, pulling them down to his
ankles to get access to the cock that I hungered for. A young and
generous man, he had let me masturbate and suck his cock, knowing
that his benevolence would allow me to go home again with another
helping of his spunk in my belly.

I hadn't had chance to undress, so great was my hurry to be
between his legs. His hands had stroked my hair whilst I pleased
him with my grateful mouth and I looked up throughout the whole
oral episode, looking for his approval of my efforts. He had been
looking down at me, smiling and basking in his authority over me.
I, on the other hand, had been looking up into his face as I
worshipped at the altar, searching for signs of any other
activity he might have wanted me to perform. Seeing none, I had
continued my sucking and lovingly fondled the balls that had
already made the sperm that would shortly be injected into my
mouth. As his eyes had watched me, I noticed them beginning to
close and his breathing becoming ragged. His salty pre-cum had
been flowing onto my tongue and exciting me too and I had
increased the rate of my head bobbing up and down so that seconds
later, he had tensed, holding still while his spunk blasted into
my mouth.

Here it was, my nectar, my ambrosia from the gods, the potent
sperm that would make a girl pregnant if he so chose. It had been
slimy, thick, not at all tasty, but I had needed it anyway. I had
swallowed quickly, greedily, not spilling a drop of the precious
viscose fluid, just to prove to my long distance friend Tom that
it was perfectly possible to accept a virile man's spunk into
one's mouth without any being spilt.

I had cleaned with my tongue the cock that had fed me and I was
sated. Brian had pulled his pants up and turned to go into the
kitchen, asking if I wanted a cup of tea too.

So here I am, and my wife hasn't stirred since I started
masturbating to the memory of being with Brian and I've come all
over my belly. My hot spunk is everywhere; there's so fucking
much of it. If I get out of bed, she might wake up but I'm not
too unhappy to scoop my hot spunk onto my fingers and take it
into my mouth, licking each finger before it goes back onto my
belly for more. After that, I'm relaxed and drop off to sleep.



It's Saturday now and my wife's taken the younger daughter to buy
new clothes. She'll be away for hours, and the bank account might
well be decimated by the time she comes home again. I'm left to
take care of my 12-year-old step-daughter June, hopefully in more
than the traditional sense. I'd like to think that her little
pussy will be full of my spunk before the day is out. Brian's
coming over in about half an hour and I expect we'll finish up
watching porn. I'm not sure I'll be able to give him a blowjob
with my daughter in the house.

June's upstairs, fussing with her hair when Brian arrives so I
get him a drink and we relax. The normal chit chat goes on about
the news and the appalling increase in the price of petrol. His
mother's been giving him grief about the back garden and suggests
he makes a start in the near future, or at least before the year
ends six months from now.

I'm wondering where June is and I go upstairs to find that she's
not in her room. A quick search leads me to find her in the
bathroom, lazing in the bath, looking at a porn magazine. She's
been at my porn magazines again and I tell her once more not to
do it because if her mother finds out, I'm a dead man. I don't
mind really; she says it "makes me feel funny" and I suppose
that's borne out by the fact that the fore-finger of her right
hand is busy diddling her clit. But then I clock what she's
looking at. It's a bisexual wank-book and she's concentrating on
the page which shows two men enjoying each other. To be honest, I
wasn't expecting that. She was always interested in seeing men
doing things to women and, I suppose, imagining she was the
recipient. This was a new departure for her and I wasn't sure how
I should react to it.

When she asks if I've done anything with a man, I remember Uncle
Fred and Brian of course but I can't tell her that, can I? I'm
the masculine daddy who's taken care of her for the last ten
years when I first got together with her mother. I can't burst
the bubble by telling her about how I love to suck cock and the
fucking I've endured by big healthy men. My lack of immediate
response indicates to her that I have something to hide and she
realises this because she's clever.

She asks if I'm staying, which means am I going to pleasure her
while she's in the bath and I have to decline, telling her that
Brian's downstairs. But she wants me to stay anyway and I joke
that I'll send Brian up to take care of her instead. I laugh but
she doesn't. She asks again if I've had sex with a man and I'm
struggling for an answer. I've given the game away now and she
knows it. She coyly says that she'd like to see me with another
man, just like the picture in the porn magazine that she's
showing me. It's a picture of a cock just entering a man's
bum-hole and everything is shown, including the hanging balls of
both of them. She's spotted the bulge in my pants already and
doesn't know if it's her body or the picture that's caused it. I
mutter that I have to go and I beat a hasty retreat.

When I get downstairs, I'm shaking a bit and I have to pull
myself together before going in to where Brian is still sitting
on the settee. I tell him that June's in the bath with a porn
book and touching herself. He comes regularly to our house and
June knows him very well. I can see he's a bit shocked at this
but I haven't told him all of it yet. I haven't mentioned that it
was two blokes pleasing each other that she was wanking to. I
know what I'd like to happen but if I tell him what I have in
mind, he might freak out. He too has spotted the bulge in my
pants but says nothing.

How can I tell him that I've been having sex with June since she
was 10 and have fucked her several times since she turned 11? How
do you approach a subject like this? I know he thinks June is
very attractive because I've seen him watching her many times but
never when my wife's around.

I have to take the bull by the horns. I tell him about the
picture she was looking at and that she'd like to see me with
another man. He's gob-smacked, so much that the power of speech
deserts him. I don't know how to proceed now so I watch his face
for signs of horror. There aren't any. Brian is the same as me in
that his dick rules his brain. If I don't initiate things now,
the moment will be lost, maybe for ever.

Brian's cock is semi-stiff when I touch the crotch of his pants
and I begin to stroke the cock that has given me so much pleasure
in the past. He doesn't stop me and I wonder if what I said has
actually sunk in. He responds quickly to my touch and I'm
rewarded by a very stiff cock pressing out and making a tent.
I've weighed up the chances of this going pear-shaped and I wait
for the only stumbling block that will bring this whole thing to
a shuddering halt.

I move between his open legs and go for his belt. I undo his
pants as he sits there and he doesn't resist when I pull them
down, along with his undies. He helps me by lifting up his bottom
and I remove his shoes and socks, and his pants and undies. He
has to have realised by now that June might come downstairs and
see him in all his glory, yet he lets me continue stripping him.
When he's naked, I quickly strip myself. We are now both the
proud owners of hard cocks and I kneel between his legs, grasping
the cock that I want to please so much.

I masturbate him slowly, trying not to get him aroused too much.
My mouth goes to one of his nipples and I feel him shudder a bit
as I lick and nibble. He takes my head in his hands and holds me
there, insisting that I continue what I'm doing. After a minute,
my head is directed to the other nipple and I co-operate, still
wanking his cock slowly.

Where are you, June? What's keeping you? I don't want him to
shoot his spunk before she gets here; I want her to see someone
other than her daddy shoot his sperm. His nipples are now erect
and he moves my head downwards, wanting my wet mouth to take over
from my hand. I have to, of course, but I'm thinking of ways that
I might delay the inevitable. I take him into my mouth and suck
gently.

She's here, standing in the doorway, watching silently. My little
princess is watching her daddy sucking a man's cock. I've seen
her from the corner of my eye and Brian has turned his head.
She's dressed in a T-shirt and pyjama bottoms; her hair is still
damp and she's barefoot. She's not running away; there's no shock
registering on her lovely face. She's just watching.

I leave Brian's cock and stand up. June watches Brian's cock and
I think maybe that he's about to freak out. As I move towards
her, she looks at the cock that is bobbing with my walking. When
I reach her, I draw her into the room and, moving behind her, I
gently nudge her forward, following behind with my cock touching
her pyjama bottoms. Once I've placed her in front of Brian, he
begins to ogle the little breasts that fill out the T-shirt. I
have him!

June doesn't stop me when I start to lift her T-shirt. Her eyes
are fixed on Brian's erection while his are fixed on the T-shirt
I'm lifting. When it's up to her neck and the tiny breasts are on
display, I speak softly to him.

"Isn't she beautiful, Brian? Doesn't she have the most beautiful
body you've ever seen?"

While he's struggling to find the words, June raises her arms and
I remove the T-shirt. I reach for her pyjama bottoms and begin to
draw them down. I look around her hips to see Brian's face. As
her pussy in uncovered, he's watching it, staring at the sparse
down covering her mons, the slit, the lips that just peep out.
The pyjama bottoms are now around her ankles and she lifts her
legs one by one so that I can take them off her. While I'm on my
knees, I kiss the firm bottom and run my tongue up her bum-crack
when she opens her legs wider.

I stand, still behind her, and bring my hands around her to cup
both tiny breasts, touching the little nipples with my
fingertips. Brian is almost drooling now as his eyes fix on my
hands. She is standing there, hasn't moved, her arms by her side.
I'm touching my little girl up while someone's watching me and
it's having an incredible effect on me. Brian is witnessing the
sexual abuse of a child; he's watching a child being molested.
But he doesn't want it to stop. He doesn't want to rescue her
from the criminal who is rubbing his hands on her body. I can see
by his expression that he wants to abuse, to molest the child.

She's staying remarkably calm through all this and I'm watching
for a change, any change in her that signals any distress.
Brian's cock is of primary interest to her and it's almost as if
she's unaware I've stripped her naked for my own as well as for
Brian's pleasure. His hand moves to his cock and strokes it once,
and I feel a little tremble go through her. Whether it's because
of Brian's hand or me stroking her tits, I don't know.

He is sat at the end of the settee, legs wide open, and I want
June to see her daddy perform on a man. I move her so that she
stands next to Brian and I get her to kneel. Then I go down on my
knees between his legs. I look into her eyes and see excitement
there, just like the promise of ice-cream when she was a child
too young for sex. She watches as my head goes down and I slide
my lips over his cock, sliding them down to his pubic hair. His
hand, now replaced by my mouth, goes to June's damp hair and
strokes it, feeling it, touching her head, touching her little
ear.

After a minute, I leave the cock and look at June's face. Brian's
hand is still in her hair and although I can't actually see it,
I'm pretty sure that her hand is busy between her legs. Her blue
eyes go from Brian's cock to mine and back again and then she
looks into my face. Because I'm watching her, she blushes and I
reassure her by smiling. She smiles back at me and I know all
will be well.

I pull her round the arm of the settee and set her in the place
I've just vacated. I whisper in her ear and she nods. She puts
her little hand around Brian's cock, feels the firmness for an
instant and then licks the head. Brian just about goes into
apoplexy!

I kneel behind her and my steel-hard cock pokes her in the back
at waist level. I'm looking over her shoulder, my arms around
her, and I'm stroking her perfect body with my fingers. She moves
her head down and swallows half of Brian's dick and I look up
briefly to see him silently scream his pleasure at what my little
girl is doing to him. I feel for him as I watch her perform
because I know the ecstasy she makes me feel.

This must not go on too long; he mustn't shoot his spunk. Seconds
later, I pull her from him and lay her down on the carpet.
They're both confused but I lie next to her and whisper in her
ear what I want her to say to Brian. She looks embarrassed but I
reassure her, telling her that he would love to hear her say it.
She opens her legs wide and looks up at him, ready to speak.

"Will you fuck me, Brian? Please?"

He looks at me, panic on his face. He doesn't know I've been
fucking her and I'm not telling him. I know what he's thinking.
He's thinking, 'He can't let me do his daughter! He can't!' I say
the line I have rehearsed.

"She wants you to be her first, Brian. She wants you to take her
virginity."

He's not moving and I picture this going pear-shaped. I have to
add some more dialogue.

"Do her for me, Brian. Look at her. She wants you. Be gentle
though. Don't hurt her."

I pull him from the settee and set him beside her. He hasn't
resisted. I lie down beside them and watch. She's looking up at
him with those blue eyes and he's hooked.

He looks between her legs and sees her sex, her pussy lips open
because of her wide-spread legs. He looks at me one last time and
crawls into position to take my daughter's virginity. He can
smell her skin, the clean smell of soap and shampoo. She watches
his face as he grabs his cock and runs it up and down the now wet
slit of her pussy and she waits for the cock to penetrate her
sex, waits for the thrust of his masculinity into her.

He enters her and her arms go round his neck. He pushes forward,
searching for her maidenhead, wanting not to hurt her as it
breaks. As his cock moves forward, nothing stands in the way and
soon he is completely inside her. Her sighs throughout this
convince him that he hasn't hurt her and he begins to fuck her,
slight movements at first. He doesn't know that she lost her
virginity to me a year ago. Then she's ready to deliver the
second part of what I have told her to say.

"Give me a baby, Brian. Make me pregnant. Please?"

He stops for a second and looks at me. I assure him it's OK and
he begins once more. More dialogue from June.

"I want your baby, Brian. Fill me up, Brian."

He begins the rhythm and she continues saying the things I told
her to say. He's fucking her full-stroke now and I wonder how
he's managing to hold out.

"Fuck me good, Brian. Fuck a baby into me."

That's done it. He speeds up his fucking and I know that his
orgasm is imminent. Her words have turned him into a madman, a
rapist. It's only seconds more before his body goes rigid, his
cock in her as far as it will go. She feels the first spurt of
his spunk, the second, the third and the rest, one after the
other as he breeds her, impregnates my little daughter. The
arteries and veins around his neck bulge as his spunk belches
into her and I help him along by stroking his balls from behind,
making sure that all his sperm goes into her.

She feels his cock jerking; a familiar feeling because of what
her daddy has already done to her in the past. She feels his
sweat on her little breasts and is hugging him tight while his
spunk is rushing to find the egg that he thinks is there,
waiting. He's breeding her, putting his baby into her.

I stroke his bum, then open his cheeks and run my tongue in the
valley where I can reach. He has a nice bum and I've often had
the pleasure of penetrating it. But June doesn't know that, not
for certain.

He raises himself from her body and rolls to the side. His hard
breathing is starting to go back to normal and he's looking
lovingly into June's eyes. I spot this look and think, 'Oh God,
he's falling in love with her.' She's breathing easier now that
his weight has been lifted from her but wetness between her legs
means that his copious outpourings are beginning to run out of
her and down her bum-crack. She knows she doesn't need to do
anything because I'm going to take care of it, as I always do.

I lay with my head in front of the settee and I beckon her over.
I don't have to say anything because she knows what I want.
Brian's looking puzzled until she shuffles over to me and climbs
over my head, holding the seat of the settee while she lowers her
wet pussy onto my face. He's watching, gob-smacked, as I suck his
spunk out of her hole, licking her clitoris and her young pussy
lips. I can see him out of the corner of my eye as he moves
closer, watching with fascination as his friends sucks sperm from
the young girl he has just bred. He ducks down to watch my tongue
playing over the vagina of a newly-fucked virgin who is a virgin
no longer.

Brian's getting hard again as he watches this spectacle. His
lover is now starting to breathe harder and her hips are moving
slightly to feel the full sensation of me worshipping at her
temple, the temple of her sex. He wants to touch his lover and he
does, stroking her pretty little bottom, her back, her hips. He
straddles my chest, his chest touching June's back, and puts his
arms around her, finding her breasts and stroking the nipples.
He's kissing her hair, her shoulders. He's in love with this
goddess. His cock is poking at her bum-crack, sliding underneath
her and forward, and I feel it against my chin. I think he wants
to put it in my mouth so I can please both him and his lover
together.

I'm tasting the spunk and little girl juices flowing from her
love-hole, savouring the combined fluids as I suck them out. The
spunk inside her is plentiful and it makes slippery every part of
the little girl's sex. Brian begins to feel her agitation and
wonders what's wrong until he realises that she's going to
orgasm. Her daddy beneath her is making her cum with his tongue
and, for an instant, Brian is jealous. He bred her, she'll have
his baby. She's his and he should be the one to make her cum. But
no, she's her daddy's daughter first and he should be the one to
do it.

She begins to climax, moaning "Daddeee!" and her little bum
grinds down on my face beneath her, her slimy pussy sliding on my
nose and mouth. Her knuckles are white with the pressure she
exerts to hold onto the settee to stop herself falling from my
face. Her shuddering body is tight against Brian's and he feels
her orgasm against his chest. He's satisfied now; she has
orgasmed while in his arms, even though his friend below has his
tongue in her sex.

The extra juices from her cum now flood my mouth and I swallow
greedily. Brian's cock is trapped under my little girl and I feel
his hardness on my chin but I have to ignore it. I mustn't
interrupt the orgasm ripping through my daughter; I must stay
with her to the end. As her cum begins to diminish, I stroke her
hips and feel the tremors lessening. Brian's kissing her
shoulders and she turns her head to kiss his face. I can't see
anything from my position but I think she's kissing his mouth, a
post-orgasmic kiss, a kiss of tenderness and not of lust.

One of his hands has left her breast and travels down to feel her
pussy and where my face joins it, and he strokes me, my hair. I
lift a hand and can just reach his bum so I stroke it, caressing
gently. My cock has been hard throughout this entire episode and
I'm thinking about where we go from here. An idea pops into my
head and I decide to go with it.

I start to move June and that signals Brian too that I want to
get up so they both dismount. Two stiff dicks are occupying my
daughter's attention and Brian's cock, together with June's sexy
young body, are occupying mine. Brian only has eyes for June now,
the mother-to-be, and he's gazing at her with adoration. Oh
Jesus. He's in love.

I take her hand and lay her down again. She's expecting to be
fucked a second time and is puzzled when I whisper something in
Brian's ear. He nods and takes up a 69 position above her. I'm
standing behind Brian when her eyes look up at me between his
legs, her gorgeous eyes making me melt. She is an awfully pretty
child. She tries to put her lips around Brian's cock but it's so
stiff that she has to pull hard on it to make it angle down. I
know from experience how hard this is to do. When he was on top
of me when we did 69, I had to pull down real hard to get the tip
of his cock to leave his belly and I had to hold it there so that
I could give him my oral attention.

When she finally manages to do it, she begins to suck. What a
beautiful sight! My daughter pleasing a man with those childish
lips is so erotic, so stimulating. Because Brian's body is longer
than June's, he can't reach her cunt, she's too short so his face
remains close to her mid-thigh and he supports himself on his
elbows, enjoying the oral stimulation from the beautiful girl
beneath him.

I sink to my knees and she eyes my cock. But her eyes open even
wider when she sees me bend down slightly and put the tip of my
tongue to Brian's bum-hole. Her sucking of Brian intensifies
automatically as she witnesses this perversion and she can barely
contain herself as her daddy pushes his tongue further into her
lover's bum-hole.

Brian's now in seventh heaven as his cock is sucked by a
12-year-old nymph and his bum-hole is being stimulated by her
daddy. There is a sense of urgency in me because what I have to
do must be done before Brian shoots his sperm. I wet two fingers
and corkscrew them into his bum-hole, trying my best to force
them in. His sphincter fortunately allows me in and I begin to
finger-fuck his tight hole. I can just reach the little cupboard
next to the settee with my free hand and I take out the jar that
I need without breaking my contact with Brian's lovely arse.
Removing the lid, I coat my fingers with the Vaseline and return
them to the hot hole and continue the finger-fucking.

June is watching this in awe, forgetting for the moment that her
sucking of his penis has stopped. Once my free hand goes back
into the jar, scoops some more stuff out and begins to coat my
cock, she knows what's going to happen. The picture she was
looking at in the magazine is going to happen in real life, right
before her eyes, her daddy and Brian. Daddy's going to fuck a
man, the man who bred her.

I remove my fingers from Brian and my cock waits at his
sphincter, just touching the rosebud of his bum-hole. It's open a
little because of what my fingers have been doing and he's
waiting for the thrust, preparing himself for the invasion. I
push forward and his bum-hole spreads like a flower in bloom.

Underneath, June is just a few inches away from the action,
watching one man penetrate another for the first time in her
young life. Brian's balls rest on her nose and she can plainly
see mine underneath my cock which is now progressing steadily,
opening wide and filling his rectum. Brian sighs heavily at the
pleasure he gets from this invasion and June, waking up to the
realisation that she's stopped sucking, resumes her action.

She watches with absolute fascination at this spectacle, watching
my ball-bag swing with every forward motion and hit his perineum
time after time. Brian's body is moving slightly each time I fuck
into him and that movement is moving the dick inside her mouth
slightly, making her part of this man/man sex. She's sucking
harder now, aroused by this man action, the men’s virility.

Brian's grunting now and I know what's happening. June's mouth is
now receiving his spunk as I ram his bum-hole. He's filling her
mouth with hot salty spunk, cumming and cumming as I head towards
my own orgasm.

June's still watching my cock piston into his bum-hole as she's
trying to swallow the load that he's depositing in her mouth.
I've watched all that's happened and, despite wanting to delay my
orgasm, I'm so turned on by it all that I can't hold out any
longer.

My body stiffens and I feel it coming. My balls have tightened
and are now in my groin. June watches the tube under my cock
pulse and she knows that my spunk is going into Brian's bum-hole,
shooting up inside him. My jerking cock shoots gob after gob of
spunk into Brian and I know he loves it, always does. His orgasm
is over. June has swallowed all his spunk but he's not empty. I'm
filling him with as much hot sperm as I can manage and he's
sighing again. June licks the softening cock in her mouth and
continues to watch her daddy's hard cock pumping his cum deep
into the father of her child.

When the pumping stops, I lie on Brian's back, cock still inside
him, arms around his waist, cuddling him. June reaches up and
rubs both of my hips, occasionally stroking Brian's hips too. We
are sated, fulfilled, satisfied, at peace.

I eventually withdraw from Brian, and June moves just in time to
avoid the spunk that falls from Brian's bum-hole when I pull back
out of him. I stand and Brian pulls his cock from my daughter's
mouth and stands beside me. June lies there, legs open, the
evidence of her arousal plain for all to see.

I fall to my knees to smell her arousal before I lick her juices.
I sniff and I can smell.... the coffee.... and the bacon.... and
I'm confused.

"Breakfast's ready, John!"

Jesus, I have to move! I have to get out of bed fast. There's so
much to do. The wedding, the arrangements.

Brian and June are getting married today!





Chapter 6

The little minx is 12 going on 25 and it's getting difficult to
keep up with her. She's beautiful and I love her so much, and not
just because she's my stepdaughter. In 2 years, she's gone from
an innocent 10-year-old to a girl who has been a willing student,
and has now become a practitioner in the art of giving sexual
pleasure. It's all my own fault, of course, because I started
touching her up 2 years ago and she liked it. I molested the poor
little girl and she liked it, liked it so much that she wanted
more. Within a year, she was pleasing me in all kinds of ways.

She's blonde, tall for her age and her little tits, firm and the
size of small oranges, send me crazy every time I see them. She
looks so cute, so innocent, and yet I abuse her terribly, making
her take my spunk in her mouth and that beautiful little pussy
between her legs has been filled with my dick on numerous
occasions. Although she shows no enthusiasm when I start to feel
her up, she's soon wanting me to do more things to her and I've
figured it out, I know what she's doing.

She's exactly the same as me with men. I want sex with them very
much but I can't bring myself to make the first move. Any man
just has to touch my shoulder or place my hand on his crotch and
I'll immediately sink to my knees, take out his cock and suck him
until his spunk shoots into my mouth, and I'll swallow everything
when he's finished.

Uncle Fred came earlier and, after a few beers, he made me give
him a blowjob. I'm a mug, I know, but I can't help it; I just
want to be used. His cock is big, very big, both in length and
thickness. He'd pulled me to him, pushed me down to my knees and
I'd done what had been expected of me. My mouth had been filled
with his copious spunk and I'd swallowed it all, cleaning his
monster cock with my tongue when he'd finished with me. The we
have a couple more beers and nothing is mentioned about what I've
done for him. But that's how it always is. He expects me to do
his bidding and no explanations are sought or given.

He's gone upstairs to the toilet and he seems to be taking his
time. I can't hear anything when I listen at the bottom of the
stairs and so I climb them quietly, trying not to make any noise.
Uncle Fred is standing at the open door of June's bedroom,
staring in. I join him and see what he's looking at. Because it's
a warm night, June has pushed down the sheet and blanket covering
her and the movements she has made while doing this has revealed
that her short nightie has ridden up and her little knickers are
pulled up tight into her bum-crack. She's lying on her belly and
her taut buttocks look pale in the light spilling in from the
hallway.

Her bottom is small, petite, and extremely shapely for a girl
only 12 years old. We continue to watch her lie there, not
moving, and I think we are both equally entranced by the sight.
My dick is stirring and I want to go in and kiss her bottom, to
lick her all over. But Fred's here and I haven't told him that I
play with her body anytime I want and that she pleases me
voluntarily once I've started with her.

"She's beautiful," he whispers, fondling his crotch. "I haven't
seen her for a couple of years," and it's true, he hasn't. He
very rarely visits us so he doesn't know how the kids have grown.
I'm fondling my own dick now, wishing he wasn't here, wishing I
could get into bed with her.

Then she stirs, turns over onto her back and we see her knickers
tight between the lips of her beautiful young pussy. One of her
lips pokes out the gusset of her knickers, and when Uncle Fred
says, "Can I go and look?" I can't think of a reason to stop him.
We go in together and stand by her bed, looking down at the sexy
sight between her legs.

"She has no hair there," he whispers and I whisper back, "No, she
hardly has hair anywhere down there." That's when I realise I've
just said more than I should. He's picked up on it though and
whispers, "How do you know?" Suddenly I'm trying to think fast
what to say and nothing sensible is coming to me, I'm
floundering. He looks at me and I blush, and I blurt out, "I just
know, that's all." His look of suspicion throws me and I whisper
quickly, "Come on, let's go downstairs," and I take him by the
arm and lead him away, out into the hallway.

When I get him back downstairs, his questions begin. "How do you
know about what hair she has down there?" he asks and I can't
think of any plausible lie to tell him. After a long pause, it
comes to me. "Her mum told me," I say, hoping he'll believe what
I'm saying. But he's picked up on the long pause and he says,
"You've been messing with her, haven't you?" and I flatly deny
it, spluttering with indignation.

"You've had your hands in her knickers, haven't you?" he persists
and I try desperately to laugh it off as being a totally
ridiculous suggestion.

I think back to when he first started playing with my dick all
those years ago, when he always asked me questions about sex and
made me so embarrassed. I was 14 then and he'd ask me if I'd seen
my sisters' tits and had I played with them between their legs.
Here we were again, him asking me questions about sex with my
step-daughter and me, with a very stiff dick, trying to avoid
answering them. His hand went to my pants and he felt me up,
finding the hard-on that I was desperately trying to hide. Then
he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You lucky sod. You
HAVE been touching her up!"

He had me. He knew it and I knew he knew it. I'm 33 now but I
feel like the 14-year-old boy again, standing in front of my
uncle, answering his sex questions as he fondles my stiff little
dick. "What's this, Johnny? What are you doing with a stiff
dick?" and I don't know how to answer him. "Have you been licking
her pussy? Kissing her between her legs?" My dick is as hard as
steel and I'm grabbing at straws, trying to think of an answer
that will stop him knowing the truth.

"Why don't we ask her?" he says and I panic. "No!" I say, much
too quickly, and he smiles. "No, she's asleep. I can't get her up
now. Maybe tomorrow," and I'm starting to sweat. How am I going
to get out of this?

It's taken out of my hands when he takes me by the arm and heads
for the stairs. "Let's just see her again," he says and I follow
him up the stairs to her bedroom. We look in at her and she's on
her side, facing us. The pretty face, surrounded by her blonde
hair, is a picture and she looks so innocent in sleep. Her
nightie is tightly wrapped around her and we can see the shape of
her tiny breasts by the light which filters in from the hallway.

I glance at my uncle's face and it's a picture of lust. He wants
her and so do I. He says softly, "Play with her, John. I want to
watch you play with her."

I have to do it, I know that. He watches me go over and kneel by
the bed, and I look at her innocent face. I have to kiss her, I
have to kiss those sweet lips. My hand reaches down and I put my
hand inside her knickers, feeling for the beautiful pussy that I
know so well. I kiss her lips and she stirs, rolling onto her
back. Her legs are slightly parted and I can now reach her sex,
the top of her slit.

Uncle Fred moves from the doorway and moves to a place where he
can see clearly what I'm doing to her. My fingers run down her
slit, feeling her pussy lips, the soft 12-year-old lips that
always taste so sweet. Her eyes stay closed as she wakes,
conscious of my busy hand in her pussy and she smiles, and she
dreamily says, "Do you want to do me again, Daddy?" I kiss her
lips and she opens her mouth to admit my tongue. Her arms go
round my neck and she hugs me, returning my kiss and opening her
legs wider to ease the way for my fingers.

Now my uncle knows the secret I've been trying to hide from him.
I've been doing my gorgeous step-daughter. I glance up to find
that he's opened his pants and his hand is inside, stroking his
big cock, watching my hand as I molest my little girl. Her eyes
open slowly and she looks into mine, smiling, until she spots a
movement over my shoulder.

She jumps, startled, and sits up before I can stop her, covering
herself the best way she can. She notices Uncle Fred's hand
movements and watches him, still wondering what's going on. "It's
alright, June. It's only Uncle Fred," I say. "He wants to see
you."

Still confused, she looks at me, obviously expecting some
explanation. If I don't do something now, this is going to end
badly. I clutch at the fact that she's still watching my uncle
play with the cock inside his pants and I bring my hand up to
fondle her tiny breast over her nightie. She seems not to notice
what I'm doing but when I stroke the material where her nipple
protrudes, she sighs.

"Do you want to see it?" I whisper to her and she says nothing
but she's watching his hand intently as he moves it up and down.
She knows he's wanking, even though she can't see his cock,
because she's seen me do it often enough. "You'd like to see it,
wouldn't you, love?" I ask and there's a slight nod from her.
"Ask him, love, he wants you to ask him," I whisper but she
doesn't, or is it that she daren't? "Shall I ask him, June? Would
that be OK?" and she whispers, "Yes," to me.

I'm home and dry now that she's agreed to what I wanted. The ball
is no longer in her court because she's sent it over to me. I'm
not sure how I should put the suggestion to him and I have to be
careful not scare the little girl whose pretty little breast I'm
still fondling. He's in his 50s now but still in very good shape
and his cock... well, it's magnificent. I've just figured out
what to say. A request from both of us should calm any fears she
might have.

I put my cheek next to hers and, with both of us looking straight
at him, I say, "Can we see your cock, Uncle Fred?"

He doesn't answer but slowly begins to remove his shoes and then
his shirt. We are both watching him strip and my hand continues
to stroke my little girl's firm breast. God, she’s gorgeous! The
firmness of youthful flesh is a joy to touch, even if it's
through her nightie. He's taken off his singlet and is busy
wrestling with the belt buckle that still holds his pants up.
Once it's released, the trousers fall to his ankles and he steps
out of them. His eyes watch June's as her expression changes when
the large tent in his underpants is revealed.

He approaches us and stops. I look up at him with a questioning
look and wonder what he's going to do but when he says quietly to
me, "You take them down, John," I've a good idea where this is
going. He's stood no more than 2 feet from us and that tent looks
enormous to June. I leave the soft breast that I have been
caressing and reach out to his waist with both hands. I take the
waistband of his underpants and slowly pull the garment down,
carefully pulling them out so that his erection doesn't get
caught up. When his cock and balls appear, June gasps. Her eyes
glaze over and she openly stares at his manhood.

As always, I stare in awe at it's size too, marvelling at the
thick length that he proudly displays to me and my little
step-daughter. He's a stallion, a stud animal, a magnificent
specimen of masculinity. I tear my eyes away and look into the
little girl's face; she's entranced. I quickly move behind her on
the bed and begin to lift her nightie up, and she automatically
raises her arms so I can take it off her. He's touching his cock
now, running his hand the length of it, and June's bedazzled.

I'm not sure if she's aware that she's now topless but she's not
trying to hide her loveliness from Uncle Fred. From behind, I
take both of her soft breasts into my hands and squeeze them
gently, two tiny firm glands that are the size of small oranges.
My fingers find her little nipples and I stroke them both,
finding that they are already erect and I know that my uncle is
the cause of their stiffening. The instinct to procreate is the
basis of all life and I know that if I were to feel her pussy
now, it would be soaking. She would be soaking wet with the
expectation and hope that he would mate with her and impregnate
her, making a baby with her that would be strong and healthy, and
take both of their genes forward to the next generation. When I
realise that I want to see them mate, I'm shocked by the
revelation. What's wrong with me? He tells me quietly to strip
and I do it at once, and June is completely oblivious of what I'm
doing.

When he asks her if she wants to touch it, she doesn't move, but
he takes her hand and places it on the thick shaft and she begins
to test the firmness, to run her fingers along the shaft,
marvelling at the softness of the hot skin on such a hard organ.
Her other hand cups the big ball-sac and she gently feels with
her fingers the shape of the big testicles within. They are the
size of plums and I know she's impressed. More confident now, her
eyes look up, and he looks down at her as she explores his sex,
his manhood.

He says to her softly, "Wank me, June," and she knows what she
has to do. She's heard me say it so often to her and she begins
the motion, even though her hand won't fit completely around it.
I watch her young hand as it moves slowly back and forth and I
look up into my uncle's face to see that he's watching my hands
knead her little tits, my fingers stroke the nipples. His hand
moves forward and one of mine is replaced as he feels the soft
skin of her breast, touches the erect nipple and nips it gently,
pulling it away from the breast. She breathes in sharply and I
don't know if that denotes pain or excitement. Either way, I get
a flash of arousal that runs through me.

He looks down into June's eyes again but he's talking to me.
"Show June how you like to suck cock, John," he says and I'm
stunned. He's betraying me, letting my little girl know that I
suck cock, just like she does. When I don't move immediately, he
brings my head forward so that my chin rests on her shoulder and
he moves forward slightly so that the knob is against my lips.
June moves her shoulder out from under my chin and she shuffles
slightly so she can watch me.

I'm begging silently with my eyes that he won't make me do this
in front of my little girl but he's smiling at me because he
knows that I won't be able to resist him. She's watching me,
still wanking his long hard shaft, as I capitulate and open my
mouth wide to accept the large knob. I don't look at June but I
know she's witnessing my humiliation and I feel the edge of her
little hand repeatedly hit my chin as she wanks him.

The pre-cum that pours out of his pee-slit is salty on my tongue
as I suck him and I savour it before swallowing the clear slime.
I dare to look sideways at my step-daughter and I see her eyes on
my mouth, watching the coupling of cock and lips, seeing her
daddy sucking greedily on the cock that she's wanking. When my
uncle says to her, "Do you like watching Daddy suck cock?" she
nods immediately and I blush a deep red, my feeling of
humiliation increasing.

"Lick it, June," he says and she begins at once to lave the
shaft, running her lips and tongue from where my lips please him
down to the hairy base where his coarse pubic hair tickles her
cheek. Her lips are wet with the saliva that she produces in
abundance and occasionally her mouth dips down to lick the big
balls beneath the massive cock. When I'm told to help her, I move
till I'm facing June and we look into each other's eyes as our
lips travel the length of his shaft together, hers on one side
and mine on the other. As our movements match, we come to his
knob together and as we both lick the end, our tongues touch and
our lips kiss, if only briefly.

"Move back, June," he says and she shuffles around until she's
sitting on her heels, watching me please him. He moves me then,
placing me immediately in front of him and I resume my sucking
without being told.

"Give me your hand, June," he commands and he places it on his
massive shaft. She wanks him but keeps her eyes fixed on what I'm
doing, fascinated that her daddy is sucking cock, just like she's
had to do in the past.

Uncle Fred pushes my head away from his cock and simply says,
"Open," and I wait, knowing what's in store for me. My mouth is
wide open and 2 inches from his enormous knob. June wanks him
faster at she realises what he's going to make me do and she's
aroused at the prospect. Her touch is much firmer on his big
shaft now and he's beginning to pant.

Daddy being humiliated is a new experience for her and she wants
to see it, to watch his mouth accept the spunk that she always
thought was vile. She could never tell him that she hated it, of
course, because he wanted to squirt in her mouth and she had to
do what he said. But now, she would see him forced to swallow the
nasty stuff, to taste the slimy stuff still on his tongue and
coating the inside of his mouth after he's swallowed everything.
She feels a kind of satisfaction in Daddy's predicament and knows
that when she's alone in bed at nights, her fingers will bring
her to orgasm with the image that will remain in her head of her
father's supplication, to her father's recognition of the
superior man who is about to demonstrate his domination by making
the lesser man accept his seed. I have to keep looking up at him
to complete his humiliation of me.

My uncle is moaning now and June feels the first jerk of his
powerful cock in her hand. Taken by surprise at the strength of
the big cock in her hand, she watches as his first spunk shoots
up onto my nose and then she grips it more firmly so that the
rest is directed into my mouth. She watches open-mouthed as she
witnesses her father behave like a cum-slut, kneeling in front of
a man and taking his seed so readily. June's pussy is soaking wet
now but she daren't touch it, not until she's told that she may.

She watches the white hot spunk, that vile-tasting viscous mess,
spurt into my mouth and she wants to cum, wants to finger her
little button and make herself orgasm to this wondrous sight.
'Please, somebody fuck me!' she screams in her head and her want
intensifies as nobody answers her plea. The big cock is still
spurting as she wanks it, and the spunk on my nose has started to
run down it, gathering at the end and waiting to drop off onto my
lips.

My mouth is half full with his spunk when it stops spurting and
my uncle moves slightly forward to rest the knob on my bottom
lip. June watches the knob as the spunk dribbles down onto my
tongue and, because she knows what to do without being told, she
runs her hand from the base of his cock to the head, squeezing
any last drops to make sure that I get it all in my mouth. She
completes her task admirably and sits back on her heels, still
holding his monster, still in awe of his prowess as a real man,
and although she is very young, she has realised the significance
of what has happened. The dominant man has imposed his will on
the weaker specimen and nature's rules require the female to
submit to mating with him.

"Show your little girl what I've done in your mouth, John."

'Oh no, please don't make me do this!' I silently beg, but I see
no change in his expression. If I have to show June his spunk, my
humiliation will be complete; I will have sunk as low as I can
go. My eyes plead with him but I see the determination in his
eyes that tells me that I have to comply and to ram the point
home, he says, "Show her." I'm beaten and I have to accept it.

I shuffle myself around and, when I'm facing my little girl full
on, I open my mouth wide so she can see the spunky mess inside.
She leans forward to get a better look in her daddy's mouth and a
strange look of satisfaction crosses that pretty face. I'm
betrayed on all sides. Uncle Fred has used his power over me to
humiliate me in front of this very young girl and she has
betrayed me by enjoying my humiliation but, worst of all, my own
body has betrayed me by showing my dick to be exceedingly stiff
during the ordeal I have just had to suffer.

When my uncle whispers something into her ear, I can't hear it,
but she says, "Swallow," and I do as she says, knowing that it
was his order. I swallow hard and open my mouth afterwards to
show her that it's all gone. The taste is still there, of course,
to remind me of my humiliation, but my uncle whispers something
more into her ear and straight away, she says, "Clean it."

She watches as my tongue cleans the saliva and the last signs of
spunk away from the now flaccid penis, her hand moving the big
shaft around so that I don't miss any part of it. When I've
finished this demeaning task, she whispers to my uncle, cupping
his ear so that I can't hear her. He says softly, "Of course he
can," back to her and her eyes sparkle. Oh Christ, what's
happening now?

She lies down flat on the bed, on her back, and then I wait. She
looks up at me with those pretty eyes and simply says, "Lick me,
Daddy." What can I say? My uncle has granted her wish and she's
telling me what to do. I pull down her tight knickers, admiring
the full pussy lips, the prominent clitoris, and I see her juices
running down her slit towards her bum-hole. Christ, she's soaking
wet! My humiliation has intensely aroused her and the evidence is
running out of her pussy. Her firm legs open once her knickers
have gone and I look at her, the lovely little pussy and the tiny
brown rosebud I always loved.

As I begin to lick her, my uncle climbs up on the bed and offers
his flaccid cock to her mouth and she opens it right away, eager
to admit the soft but still long member. This is a reminder to
her that he is the alpha male and expects complete co-operation
from his female. I'm watching them as I lick and suck up her
juices, tasting the sweet oiliness, and I concentrate on making
her cum with my lips.

My tongue touches the sensitive clitoris that pokes out from its
hood and she shudders. I nibble carefully on it with my teeth and
she trembles, little tremors of arousal, little signs that she
loves the sensations I'm giving her. She begins to pant and her
thighs press each side of my head, trying desperately to keep me
in place until she gets her cum. All her muscles begin to clench
and I look up, and I see her hands have gone around my uncle's
cock, clutching it, pulling it further into her mouth.

Her legs wrap around my neck as she cums, groaning, crying out
her ecstasy, pulling me into her. The thrashing of her thighs
against my face makes it difficult for me to keep my mouth on her
pussy but I'm rewarded when her juices flood my mouth and I taste
the nectar of little-girl cum on my tongue. Some twenty seconds
later, she collapses, her muscles all go slack and she breathes
out with a whoosh.

She's breathily saying to my uncle, "Thankyou! Thankyou! Oh
thankyou!" and he kisses her, thrusting his tongue into her
welcoming mouth. Her arms have gone around his neck and she's
hugging him as tight as she can. They seem to have forgotten all
about me between June's legs so I begin the clean-up of her messy
little cunt. Every part of her little pussy is red, the
cunt-lips, the clitoris, but the nectar which flows is tasty in
the extreme and I lick it all up, savouring her flavour.

He's playing with her tiny tits when I look up again and they
both look down at me. Her beautiful face is in stark contrast to
his weather-beaten face that didn't get shaved today but her
affection for him begins to worry me. I don't want to lose
control of her and tonight has shaken my confidence considerably.
I love her dearly and I want to keep using her because my
attraction to her increases by the week. I'm in love with her.

My heart sinks though when I hear her ask him, "Can I get him to
do that again sometime?" and he replies, "Of course you can."

"When will you be coming to visit again?" she asks, cuddling up
to him.





Chapter 7

June's on the bed, her 12-year-old pussy full of my spunk, and
it's my turn to reciprocate and make her come. She likes it in
either of two ways. She goes on all-fours, bum high in the air
with legs spread as wide open as she can get them, and I tongue
her from behind. Then there's the position where she straddles my
face while I'm lying on my back and I worship her sex from below,
managing to lick and suck out all the spunk I've deposited in
that beautiful, very small pre-teen pussy. When she comes, it's a
joy for me to watch her shudder and shake as her orgasm takes her
over. I love her so much and I feel really pleased when I can
make her cum hard.

The two years I have spent molesting the child have not been
wasted. She has become most proficient in pleasing me with mouth
and pussy in ways that I only ever expected from adults. There
are those who would condemn me for making the child sexually
aware long before her natural progression to that stage but I
plead in my own defence that when you see a 10-year-old child
with such a perfect body, I challenge any red-blooded male not to
want to take her in his arms and fill her little pussy with a
vast amount of his hot spunk. Now, two years on, I still don't
regret doing things to her, and any lingering guilt I might feel
now and then soon disappears when my hands touch her soft skin
and the tiny sex organs that arouse me so much.

She's a good daughter, well, step-daughter, and her pretty face,
surrounded by that lovely blonde hair, is hot and sweaty from our
sexual activity. Fifteen minutes earlier, I'd put her on her
knees and put my knob to her lips. She had licked the pre-cum off
it and put her little tongue back inside her mouth to taste it's
saltiness, then she'd taken my knob into her mouth, licking and
sucking it in a most pleasing manner. There's nothing more
arousing that watching a little girl on her knees with a mouth
full of an adult cock, her lips stretched wide by the thickness
of the knob.

When she'd made me really hard, I'd laid her down on the bed and
licked her, leaving lots of my saliva around her tiny hole. She
had begun to wriggle as I'd touched her clitoris, her sighs
signifying the pleasure I was giving her and her hands had gone
to my head, pulling it into her so that I wouldn't stop. I had
licked her until she had been trembling and I could feel her oily
juice coming from within those little pussy lips. Now she was
ready.

I had placed her on her hands and knees, pushing her head down so
that her bum was high in the air. I had given her another couple
of swipes with my tongue and then knelt behind her, ready to
penetrate my little girl. Her legs were open really wide and the
little pussy was slightly open and I could see the wet pink flesh
inside. When I had touched her pussy-hole with my knob, she had
braced herself, knowing that Daddy was going to mate with her.

I had pushed then, and the knob had entered, and she had breathed
in deeply. Although I had been penetrating her now for more than
a year, her pussy had still been going back to it's original size
after each fuck, looking again like a tiny virginal pussy. Once
inside her, I'd paused as usual, waiting for her to adjust before
pushing again to get as much of my cock into my little girl as I
could. It had never failed to amaze me that this naked little
girl was always willing to accept being impaled on an adult's
cock.

Soon after my penetration, I had started to move my hips back and
forth, fucking that tight love-tube, that velvet vice that had
gripped my cock so tight that it felt like she was strangling it
with her pussy muscles. My hands had gripped her slim hips,
holding her in place so that I could breed her. She had grunted
each time I'd thrust into her and I had moaned occasionally at
the feelings she had generated inside me.

After five minutes of this, my loins had tingled and my belly had
tensed, and I'd pushed hard into her, holding still as my cock
had spewed forth gob after gob of my hot spunk into her vagina.
She had held herself steady as I had sprayed her insides with a
large amount of baby-making sperm. My cock had jerked and pulsed,
pumping my incestuous seed deep into my daughter's little womb,
and my excitement had increased at the thought.

She had been kneeling there, allowing her father to breed her,
accepting gladly his seed into her body. Her pussy muscles had
milked him, stripping his cock of all the sperm he had produced
and searched for more. This involuntary action that her body had
performed had ensured an even more satisfying feeling for her
daddy and he had been duly grateful for his daughter's
compliance. Now it was time to reciprocate and it was up to her
to choose how she wanted it done.



Here I am now, exhausted but happy, and my daughter's
spunk-filled cunt needs seeing to, she needs to cum. She lays me
down on my back, head on the pillow, and I know then what she
wants. She wants my mouth, my lips and my tongue, and I'll be a
happy man if she has a real hard cum. I want nothing for myself;
I just want to please her, to make her as happy as I can. She
needs servicing and I want to do it; it's certainly not a chore.

She straddles my head and holds the headboard of the bed so she
won't fall off me. I look up and I can see the tiny tits that I
think are so beautiful and pert, so firm, so perfect. I reach up
immediately to stroke her breasts, squeezing gently her nipples
that stand so erect in her arousal.

As her little cunt descends onto my mouth, I smell the scent of
our sex and it's a heady aroma that I never tire of. I part her
cunt lips with my tongue and I find them wet, greasy with our
mingled juices, and then it begins. I can taste my spunk faintly
at the beginning but as she manipulates her pussy muscles, I find
the taste increasing in strength as she wriggles about.

She's sighing with pleasure as my tongue licks, and I swallow the
delicious mess that tastes so much better when it's mixed with
the juices of my little girl. I touch the tip of my tongue to her
little clitoris and she goes wild, shuddering and wriggling on my
face. Her pussy is sliding over my nose and mouth, and I don't
care about suffocating because it means she's starting to cum and
it's going to be strong one. She's panting, thrashing around and
her throat screams out her surrender to the orgasm as it begins.

"Daddeeeee!" she screams and I'm with her, licking furiously as I
try to follow her bucking sex. Her knuckles are white with
clutching the headboard and her knees have my head in a strong
grip, holding me in place as she cums and cums on my tongue. It
goes on and on, this orgasm that I've brought her to, and I'm so
glad to see her riding the crest. When she finally stops
thrashing about, she trembles above me and I take away my tongue,
leaving her panting and sweating.

"Oh Daddy," she says, "I love you so much," and she rolls off me
to lie by my side. I turn to face her and I kiss her lips gently,
not passionately, but with the tender love I feel for my
daughter. She kisses me back and I stroke her shoulders and touch
her face, feeling her soft skin, and touching the cheeks that are
still red from her exertions.

Was that a door I just heard downstairs? I listen. Nothing, it's
OK. Abby's away until tomorrow anyway. We are both calm now,
breathing returned to normal. I just can't get over how pretty
she is. In a couple of years, when she'd more developed, I'll be
fighting the boys off with a stick to stop them wanting to shag
her. I can't face the idea of her growing up and I decide I won't
worry about it till later. The next ten minutes are spent
touching her body, feeling her little tits, stroking her thighs
and feeling behind her, fingering her taut buttocks.

We have to get up and get showered because we need to eat. We
save water by showering together and she gives my cock lots of
attention to make sure it's clean, testing it now and then by
licking it. I do the same thing, bum, tits and pussy needing to
be tested too which makes her giggle. Drying off is an excuse for
similar activities and we laugh and play together like siblings.

It's T-shirts and shorts for both of us and when we head
downstairs, I decide what we'll eat. Spaghetti Bolognese seems a
good choice, not least because it's one of the few things that
isn't beyond my limited culinary skills. June puts on the
spaghetti to boil and I prepare the meat and sauce, and we go off
into the lounge to watch a few minutes of TV while the meal is
simmering on the kitchen cooker. June sits on my knee as we
watch, her arm around my neck while mine is around her waist, and
I feel that life is good.

Once the meal has been consumed and we've cleaned the place up,
it's back to the TV. We lie together on the settee, me behind
her, and we watch the film that the BBC has decided to screen.
I've got my hand under her T-shirt and I'm idly playing with her
little breasts under her T-shirt. Her nipples are erect because I
keep fingering them and I'm wondering about the possibility of a
replay of what we did earlier. It's 9:30 now and I'm thinking
about how nice it would be to do my little girl before we go to
sleep.

"Hello, you two," comes a voice from the doorway and I pull my
hand back quickly but not fast enough. My wife Abby has seen me
playing with our daughter's tits.

We jump up and June says, "Hi Mum. You're back early," and she's
red-faced, blushing as much as I am. The guilt is on our faces
but I have to try and brazen it out.

"Hi Abby, I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow," I say,
trying to appear nonchalant, telling myself that she didn't
actually see me feeling up our daughter. I'm clutching at straws
here, trying desperately to think of a reason I could use as a
credible excuse for having my hand up our daughter's T-shirt,
feeling her little tits.

"It had to be cancelled because the speaker was taken seriously
ill just before the start," she says coolly, "so we abandoned it.
Tell me, John, how have you two been managing while I've been
away?"

"Oh, just fine," I say, kissing her hello. "Er... June, is it
your bedtime now?" I ask and she says, "Night, Mum," and scuttles
away, happy to escape. "Drink, Abby?" I ask and she says, "Yes,
why not?"

When I've poured the drinks, I sit beside her on the settee. "How
was it, the conference?" I ask and I realise I'm babbling,
talking rubbish. My heart is still hammering in my chest and I'm
hoping for divine intervention but none comes.

"I told you that it was abandoned," she says, and I babble again,
"Oh yes, so you did," realising that I'm making an even bigger
fool of myself.

She's sipping the scotch I've given her and watching me over the
rim of her glass. I'm still looking for the excuse for feeling up
our daughter's tits but I'm still not finding one. "How was the
traffic?" I ask and she says that it wasn't too bad, but she's
still watching me and it's unnerving.

"Did you know that my dad molested me when I was a kid?" she asks
calmly and I panic. Abby is a smart woman and that's why she's
got such an important job running a large company. She's much
smarter than me, has insight I couldn't possibly possess, and I
often wonder why she married me.

"No," I say, thinking wildly how to proceed from here. I'm not
going to ask what he did because I want to change the topic of
conversation and fast but I'm still not finding the excuse I can
use.

"He used to come into my bedroom in the middle of the night and
get in bed with me. I was nine then," she says and I'm starting
to sweat. Where is she going with this?

"Yes, he used to put his hand in my pyjama bottoms and play with
my pussy," she says calmly. "Much the same as you did with your
hand on June's tits."

"But I never... I wouldn't..." I bluster but I'm shitting myself
now. My words have run out and I'm in a corner but strangely,
she's not angry.

"By the time I was ten, he had me sucking him off and swallowing
his spunk. Six months after that, he was fucking me, coming
inside me," she says, more as a matter of fact than a matter of
anger and I'm puzzled, but I'm still panicking.

She goes on, "He was so good at it, you know, the seduction, the
secrecy and the inevitable 'Don't tell Mummy'. Daddy loved me, I
knew that, and he never hurt me, not once. He licked my pussy,
gave me orgasms, and he made it feel good so that I wouldn't tell
Mummy what he'd been doing to me, I suppose."

Sweat is pouring out of me now and I finish my scotch in one go.
I get myself another large one and I return to hear more of
Abby's reminiscences, still waiting for the axe to fall on my
neck any second. She sips her drink again and looks at me again
over the rim of her glass.

"What do you think, John?" she asks and I'm floundering,
wondering what I should say. "No comment, John?" she asks me and
I stay silent. A new problem has arisen and I just don't know
what to make of it. I'm getting hard just listening to her story.

"But Mum found out about what Dad was doing, I don't know how.
Have you any idea what she did, John?" I shake my head and I wait
for the answer. She's obviously comparing her childhood with
June's and I'm the dad who's molesting our daughter.

"She helped him!" I'm stunned by this revelation but my hard-on
suddenly lurches. "Can you get me another drink, John?" I go over
to the drinks cabinet and pour her a generous scotch, all the
while picturing what she's just told me. When I return with the
glass, she looks at the front of my shorts and sees the tent!
"Getting a hard-on, John? Enjoying the story?" Oh God, she knows.
She's knows I love the idea of child abuse. How can I get out of
this mess?

"When Daddy came to me, she came with him. She watched as Daddy
touched me, licked me, and she would hold my hand. 'You lucky
girl, Abby. Do you like what Daddy's doing? Doesn't it feel
good?' and I'd nod, particularly if I was sucking his cock. She
would take off her nighty and she'd be naked as she watched. She
even used to place his cock at my little pussy-hole and then he'd
push into me, filling me up with his big cock, and she'd hold my
hand and whisper to me as he kept thrusting into me. 'What a big
cock Daddy has, hasn't he, Abby? Is he making you feel good,
love?' Then she'd touch me, stroke my tits and kiss them, sucking
my little nipples. Then she'd lean over me and put her nipple to
my lips and I'd suck on it. She had really long nipples and they
were hard."

I shuffle about next to her, trying to rearrange my cock in my
shorts so that it will stop hurting. "Something wrong, love?" she
says, smiling at my discomfort.

"Er... no," I answer, and sit deliberately still.

"Mum liked to touch my sex too and she'd run her fingers around
my pussy and then put her fingers in my mouth, making me suck
them clean. She used to play with herself as Daddy fucked me and
sometimes she would take my hand and make me finger her. Then
while he was fucking me, she'd talk to Dad, 'Fuck her, fuck your
little daughter good. She loves your cock. Cum in her!' and it
always excited him to hear her and he'd go deeper and faster,
cumming in me, filling me up with his hot spunk. I would watch as
she cleaned his cock afterwards, licking our juices off and
offering it to me. She wanted to see him bum-fuck me and he did,
many times. Have you any idea how I felt?"

What can I say? She's telling me about her childhood and how she
was abused but there's still no anger in her voice. I'm sitting
next to her with a cock that's throbbing because I'm getting more
excited and I should perhaps be saying how sorry I am that she
suffered as a child.

"What were you doing at 5:30 today?" she asks and I say, "Er...
let me see. I was making dinner, I think. Yes, that was it,
making dinner."

"Oh," she says, "that's what you were doing, was it?" I'm feeling
very nervous now because of course I wasn't in the kitchen. I was
giving our daughter a six-inch meat injection. But she's talking
like she knows something and that can't be true; she can't know
about anything except me feeling June up when she came home. But
that's enough to get me into jail, isn't it?

"You're lying, aren't you?" she says and looks me straight in the
eye. I can't beat Abby at these games; I can't lie worth a damn.
This is serious though and I can see jail-time coming if I fuck
this up. Denial is the only way I can save myself.

"No, of course I'm not lying. I was er... making supper," I
insist and she's watching me closely as I sweat.

"You were fucking our daughter at 5:30, John, so don't lie to
me," she says and there's contempt in her voice now.

"Honest, Abby, I wasn't doing anyth..." and she holds up her hand
to stop me talking.

"John, you're digging a hole for yourself but stop before you dig
any deeper," she says coolly and she sees by my expression that
I'm surrendering, giving up because the lies that aren't working.

"Alright, Abby, you win. I was doing June, but how did you know?"
I say, utterly defeated.

"I do her washing, John. I have to wash her knickers and they
were often full of dried spunk. But she wasn't going out so where
was the spunk coming from? It had to be you," she confidently
announces. "And before you congratulate me on the detective work,
I have to tell you that I came home earlier at about 5:15. I
thought you might be having a nap so I crept upstairs quietly so
as not to disturb you. Guess what, somebody was buried balls-deep
in my 12-year-old daughter. Know who that was, John?"

Christ! I'm done for. The next stop has to be jail. Will it work
if I beg?

"Please, Abby, I..." but I can't find the words to save myself.
"I won't do it again, honest I won't," and she's regarding me
with amusement. Is she going to fuck with me, going to mess with
my head?

"Won't you do it again, John? Why not?" she asks and I'm framing
the words I think she wants to hear.

"Because she doesn't like it?" I say, sounding stupid and
childish, clutching at straws.

"It seemed to me she was LOVING it, John, wouldn't you say? I
seem to remember that she said she loved you during all that
passion," she says but there's no anger, no condemnation in her
voice and I can't figure out why not.

"She's beautiful and sexy, isn't she, our little girl? You can't
leave her alone, can you? You can't help yourself and I can't say
I blame you." What does that mean? What's she saying? My head's
spinning as I try to work it out. I look at her for an
explanation and she smiles.

"Okay, cards on the table. Dad did all those things to me, Mum
too, and I loved it! I couldn't get enough of them. That was the
best time of my life, John."

My mind is reeling at this last piece of information. It's not
possible, is it? Abby was abused and she couldn't possibly have
enjoyed it! But where did that leave me? To clarify matters, I
started to speak.

"But if you liked it, why are you telling me the story? What has
it got to do with me?"

"You're sometimes not too bright, love. I WANT you to do her, I
want her to have the love I had when I was a kid. With Daddy. And
Mummy too, if she wants to. This will be the best time of her
life."

"You're not angry?" I ask, unbelieving and wanting to establish
that I haven't misheard or misunderstood.

"I'm just a little angry with you for not telling me, that's all.
I could have watched you both all this time. I want to come with
you the next time you want sex. I want to watch our little girl
get all the sex she wants... and I'd like to join in."

"Abby, I wish you'd told me before about your parents. It was
such a turn-on to hear the story," I say and I kiss her. She
fondles my cock through my shorts, feeling the hardness.

"Do you think our little girl will want to play now?" she asks
and I'm thinking about the stiff cock that nestles in Abby's
hand.

"I don't think she'll mind. She's only had it once today," I say,
smiling at Abby in relief and gratitude. She is one wonderful
woman and I'm lucky to have her.

"Can I undress her for you, sweety? I want to touch her so much,"
she says and I'm picturing it happening in my mind. My cock is
responding well to the suggestion and I can feel my pre-cum
wetting the inside of my shorts.

When we go upstairs, June's pretending to be asleep. I pull back
the sheet and June's lying there, dressed in a short nighty and a
pair of knickers. Abby gazes at her and I see the lust in her
eyes.

"It looks like she's asleep," I say, louder than necessary. "Pull
her nighty up, Abby. I want to look at her."

June's lying there, wondering what's happened downstairs with me
and her mum, and she opens her eyes as Abby starts to lift her
nighty.

"Lift up, love," she says to June, and she obliges, lifting her
bum so that her mum can more easily take her nighty off. She sits
up and looks at me with a confused expression, trying to figure
out what's happening. When her nighty's removed, along with her
knickers, Abby stands back, looking at our daughter and admiring
the tiny breasts of her offspring. I'm watched by mother and
daughter as I strip off my clothes until I'm naked and they take
in the sight of my cock pulsing with the beat of my heart.

"Daddy wants you again, love," and Abby looks at me, waiting for
me to start. I get onto our daughter's bed and pull June down to
lie facing me, kissing her mouth and feeling her firm tits. Her
arms go around my neck and I put my hands behind her, feeling the
taut buttocks.

Abby kneels by the bed behind June and watches my hand as it
caresses her bum-cheeks. She's getting excited as she watches and
her hand moves to stroke June's bum-crack, her fingertips gently
feeling the crease. Our daughter moves her knee up to rest it on
my hip so that Mum can see her pussy and bum-hole, and she jumps
when Abby's fingers touch her anus. June moans into my mouth at
her mum's touch and I moan too when my cock is pulled by Abby
between our daughter's open legs. Her tongue comes out to lick us
both, June's little bum-hole and the pee-slit of my knob.

While she's licking us both, her hands are busy taking off her
clothes and soon she too is naked. Abby is really attractive and
I look over June's shoulder to admire her, seeing the small
breasts with the long nipples that I always liked to suck on. The
pre-cum I'm making is being licked up and spread around our
daughter's bum-hole and it's only a couple of minutes before a
finger is inserted into my little girl. She moans into my mouth
as Mum pleases her and she starts to wiggle her little hips in
response to the stimulation. The finger is removed and a tongue
begins to fuck our daughter's brown hole, thrusting back and
forth to arouse her.

June begins to moan and Abby increases the depth and speed of her
tongue-fucking, playing with her own hairy pussy at the same
time. She moves up to June's ear and whispers, "I want to see
Daddy's cock in my little girl. Would you like that?" and June
nods, excited at the prospect.

Abby lies her flat on her back and begins at once to suck the
child's nipples, feeling the breast tissue with fingers and
thumb. I move now between the child's open legs and see that her
little pussy lips are wet with her juices, so I go down there to
sample the sweetness with my tongue. With all this attention from
Mum and Dad, her arousal increases rapidly and her ragged
breathing tells me that it won't be long before she cums.

As I lick the sweet nectar from my daughter's slit, I'm touching
her clitoris too, and she's beginning to tremble. There's not
much time left so I decide to mount her. Abby, meanwhile, is
tongue-kissing the child, and has taken June's hand and placed
the fingers on one of her long nipples, squeezing the child's
fingers tightly so she'll nip them. June realises this and Abby
sighs as the child's fingers squeeze really tight.

My cock is at my daughter's fuck-hole and I'm going to mount her
but Abby intervenes, and June watches as her mum grasps her dad's
cock and runs it up and down her oily slit, gathering more
natural lubricant. Then she takes Dad's rod and feeds it into her
little girl's wet pussy. I moan as I enter her tightness and Abby
watches breathlessly as her pre-teen daughter is impaled by my
rampant erection, right up to the hilt.

June's eyes go up into her head as she's penetrated and Abby's
eyes are filled with lust at the sight. She's still frigging
herself as June pinches her nipples and she wants to diddle
June's clitoris while I'm fucking her. Her hand goes down the
child's body and feels her wet slit, then begins to frig the
little clitoris. I'm hitting Abby's hand with every inward
thrust, trapping it between our two crotches.

June's excitement is rising fast and Abby leans over to whisper
in June's ear, "Daddy's going to cum in you, darling. You like
that, don't you?" and she answers, "Oh yes, Mum, I love it,"
through the gritted teeth of a child who's about to cum on her
daddy's cock.

Abby's breathing is shallow now and she says loudly, "Fuck her,
Daddy, fuck the little cunt hard," and I'm getting very worked up
at her words. June has started shuddering and I'm right there
with her as my cock spurts the first gob of incestuous sperm into
my daughter. Abby is screaming now, "Breed her, John, breed your
daughter!" and my cock is jerking wildly, pumping my white hot
spunk into the child's womb. Abby's coming too, shuddering as her
finger gets her off, and her finger continues to frig her little
girl's clitoris. June is thrashing about now as her orgasm takes
her over and then we are three people cumming together, holding
each other tight in our joint orgasm.

My cock finishes it's pumping and I collapse on top of my little
girl's body, watching the final throes of her mum's shuddering.
June is still now too and when Abby's orgasm is over, she kisses
June's mouth and says, "Thankyou." I roll off my daughter and
pull her back a little so her mum can join us on the bed. June is
now the filling of the sandwich and we rest together, touching
each other with gentle fingertips.

Then Abby props herself up on one elbow, facing our child, and
offers a long nipple to her lips. June takes the nipple, sucking
gently on it, and I take in the scene of a mother feeding her
baby. The child sucks contentedly as her mother looks into her
eyes and Abby brushes some stray hair from the child's brow. I
lean over the child and kiss Abby gently on the lips, grateful
for her participation in our threesome.

I watch my daughter being breast-fed and I find it the most
erotic of images. I want a nipple too and I take the free nipple
and begin to suckle, enjoying the length of it; it's like a small
penis in my mouth. June watches me suckle too and takes my hand,
bringing it to her tiny breasts so I'll caress them. As Mum feeds
us both, I can't remember such a feeling of peace and
tranquillity

We have get up and shower eventually so it's decided that Mum
will shower with our daughter and I'll shower later. However, I
watch them in the shower, washing each other and exploring each
other's body, and it's stimulating to watch them clean each
other's pussy. Abby's on her knees and her tongue is tasting her
12-year-old's juices, and trying to suck out the spunk that keeps
dribbling from her daughter's pussy. When she's finished, June
tastes for the first time the cum-juice of an adult woman and she
seems to like it because she keeps going into Abby's pussy,
trying to get more.

I get my shower while they dry themselves and I'm wondering what
the future holds for the three of us. I have to admit that I like
it, that I want it again, and I hope that Abby will agree to it.
When we're all clean and dry, June goes to bed, and Abby and I go
back downstairs.

We haven't bothered about getting dressed because we're alone. I
get us drinks and we sit down to talk. We have to talk about what
we've done. I say how wonderful it was and she readily agrees,
suggesting that we do it as often as possible. My cup runneth
over!

"There's something I haven't told you before," she says quietly,
"but I think you should know now." Her face is serious and I'm
apprehensive. Then out it comes.

"June's father was my dad!"





Chapter 8

This revelation about Abby being made pregnant by her father
makes my dick lurch, although I don't know why. I quickly do the
sums and realise that, calculating my wife's age and then June's
age, she gave birth to her daughter when she was 14. Images come
into my head of a 14-year-old girl with a swollen belly being
being sexed night after night by her dad, with her mum helping
him to give her pleasure. My cock is hardening and Abby's
notices.

"You dirty bugger," she says, smiling at me. "You're picturing me
as a pregnant kid, aren't you?"

God, that woman's smart; no wonder she's the boss of that big
company she works for. I admit that she's right and I ask her
what happened at home before she found herself pregnant. My mind
is running wild with all the possibilities but I settle myself
down to hear all the details.

"Mum used to like getting me ready for Dad to fuck me. I think
she liked it best when she got me down on my hands and knees, and
she'd lick my bum and pussy, exciting me and making me very wet
with her saliva. She'd drive me wild when she tickled my little
clit with the tip of her tongue. After she was finished exciting
me, I'd be so aroused that I'd be willing to take anybody's cock
in my pussy, even a rapist. Daddy would be naked in front of me
and I'd be sucking his cock, getting him hard so that I could
feel him thrust into my pussy when Mum had finished getting me
ready."

Wow! Listening to Abby tell her story is really getting me worked
up and, because we're both naked, I can't hide my cock from her.

"Then they'd change ends. Mum would lie in front of me, legs wide
open, and I'd lick her pussy while Dad fucked me from behind. He
would hold my hips with both hands and push his cock gently into
me, making love to me, whispering his love for me loud enough for
Mum to hear. She would be wriggling on the floor with my mouth
and tongue making her cum, moaning and screaming, and Dad would
speed up and fuck me more aggressively. Then he'd cum, and I'd
feel his cock jerking as he shot lots of hot spunk into me.
You've no idea how sexy it is to feel your daddy's cock throbbing
in your pussy while he pumps his hot seed into you. It's the most
wonderful experience a little girl can have and I'm pretty sure
June is having the same feelings towards you."

She's watching me stroking my cock as she's speaking, watching as
it gets bigger and harder while this story of incest unfolds. I'm
really being turned on by her description of sex with her parents
and I can't help drawing parallels with our present situation.
Our sexy little daughter is enjoying sex with both her parents
and I'm starting to think that what I've been doing to her is
less child abuse and more having a loving incestuous
relationship.

"It's logical if you think about it, John. She loves us both and
she knows we love her dearly. You're the one man she can trust
not to hurt her, aren't you? Any boy she goes out with will be an
unknown quantity until she gets to know him. That's the way I
felt with Dad."

"Yes," I say, "but you married ME."

"Sure," she says, "after I got to know you. I went out with men
before I met you but most didn't want to continue once they found
out about my daughter. You were the exception and I knew you were
the one for me. That's why I went out with you so long before I'd
let you get into my knickers. I was testing you and you passed
the test. When I saw how you were with June when she was little,
you exceeded my expectations. That's why I said yes when you
asked to marry me."

"But you told me that you became pregnant after a one-night
stand," I say.

"I couldn't very well tell you that Daddy did it, could I?" she
laughs.

"I suppose not," I have to admit. "What happened when Dad found
out he made you pregnant?"

"We took no precautions, no birth control," she goes on, "and by
the time I was 13 and a half, my periods stopped. When I told
Mum, I thought she'd be concerned but she just lit up. 'Really?'
she said. 'Are you sure, love?' and she said, 'Don't tell Dad yet
until we're sure,' and she hugged me so tight, kissing me and
telling me how much she loved me. The very next day, she picked
up a pregnancy test and we confirmed it. Dad had got me
pregnant."

"She wasn't worried?" I asked.

"She sat me down and we had a long talk about it," she continued,
"asking me what I wanted. When I said I wanted to keep it, her
tears came. 'Oh Abby, you've made me so happy. I love you so
much.' I asked about school and how to hide my condition from
everybody but she said not to worry, that she and Dad would fix
everything for us all. 'Come on, you can tell Dad now,' she said
and we went into the lounge. 'Frank,' she said, 'Abby has
something to tell you.' He put down his paper and looked up at
me. 'What is it, sweetheart?' he asked."

I get up and get us more drinks and settle down again to get the
rest of the story.

"I came straight out with it. 'Dad, I'm going to have a baby!'
and he just looked at me as if a weight had hit him right between
the eyes. Mum said, 'It's true, Frank. You've made her pregnant.'
He stood up and I rushed into his arms, holding him tight as he
cuddled me. 'Do you want to keep it?' he asked, holding his
breath. 'Oh yes,' I said and he released his breath and kissed
me. 'I love you so much, Abby,' he whispered and I thought he was
going to cry. He was like a dog with two dicks, John, so happy to
be a father again. Mum joined our cuddling too and we stood
there, a happy family. 'We'll get you everything you need, Abby,
don't worry about a thing, love. I can't tell you about how happy
you've made me and your mum.' I was happy too that I wouldn't be
alone through what was to come."

"Was Mum really happy about it?" I ask, thinking how this might
affect things between Mum and Dad.

"Oh yes, she was. She wouldn't let me do anything because of my
'condition' as she called it. She did everything for me and Daddy
did too. The thing was, though, that once I reached about 3
months, my hormones really started kicking in and leaving me
perpetually horny. Mum had to make me cum at least 3 times a day
and I almost jumped on Dad every time he came home and I had to
have his cock in me. I was insatiable so Mum used to pull my
knickers off and tongue me till I came, using a dildo on me often
to simulate Daddy's cock. We'd do a 69 regularly and make each
other cum and I'd lap up her juices as she was sucking mine. In
the end, I'd walk around with no knickers at all so that I could
flash my pussy at Mum and she'd get to her knees and lick it.
God, John, she knew just what to do with a pregnant little girl.
She even used to tongue-fuck my bottom and I loved it."

My dick's rising again at these revelations and Abby's watching
as I stroke myself.

"Daddy would come home and Mum would sometimes bend me over a
chair, pull my skirt up to show him my bare pussy and say,
'Frank, our little girl wants a good fucking.' He'd lick my
bottom and pussy, getting me wetter, and then Mum would suck his
cock and guide it to my hole. 'Fuck her, Frank, fuck the little
cunt!' and he'd push into me, making me moan out loud. Mum would
kiss me and play with my tits while Dad fucked me and when she
thought he was cumming, she'd finger my clit, rubbing it fast so
that I came when Dad did. I'd be groaning and shuddering and Dad
would start pumping his white hot spunk into me, right up into my
womb. When he'd finished, Mum would go behind me and lick all the
spunk and my juices from my pussy, swallowing it all."

I'm going to shoot my load if she carries on with this story, I'm
sure of it, but I want her to go on.

"Daddy had organised a doctor friend of his, a gynaecologist, to
see me and check me often. To stop nosy workers at his clinic
from alerting the authorities, he "accidentally" put the wrong
date of birth on my records so that it appeared I was 16. When I
went for a check-up, Mum would watch as he carried out the
procedures to monitor me and the baby. However, afterwards, when
it came to paying his fee, he would "test" my clitoris by having
me straddle his face while Mum sucked his cock. I was happy with
what he was doing because I was horny yet again but he never
complained when my recently fucked pussy disgorged generous
amounts of Daddy's spunk into his mouth as he licked me. When I
came, he came too, filling Mum's mouth with his sperm. He had
lots of little girls as patients and he never charged their
parents either for his "treatments". The doctor came to our home
regularly and used to enjoy watching Daddy breed me all over
again, licking up the mess when Daddy pulled his cock out of me."

I have to leave my cock alone now before I shoot spunk all over
myself.

"When my belly swelled, Daddy would kiss it, running his hands
over it. A pregnant 13-year-old is the most erotic sight, he
would tell me, and it would make him hard again. Mum would feel
me up too, and suck on my nipples which had started to go darker.
My breasts were getting fuller too and I used to like to feel
them and imagine the baby sucking on them. That used to make me
horny and I needed my parents to make me cum again and of course,
they'd oblige. I was insatiable for months; even visitors were
treated to brief glimpses of my bare pussy if they looked like
they might be interested. Uncle Jeff came once while my parents
were out and I flashed him, watching his face. I was sure he
wanted me so I opened my legs wide and he stared, licking his dry
lips. 'Like it, Uncle Jeff?' I asked and he nodded. I swung my
legs over the arms of the chair so that they were wide open and
he came to me, stuck his head between my legs and licked me,
pussy and bum-hole. He took his cock out of his pants and wanked
it, cumming about 10 seconds before I did. God, he must have
thought I was a slut. It was the hormones, you see, they were
running riot and I couldn't help it."

'God, Abby, please stop!' I think, but she knows that I really
want her to continue.

"Anyway, when the time came for the baby to be born, the doctor
came along with a midwife. It took about 3 hours before I was
delivered and I held that tiny child to my breast. Mum and Dad
were so proud of me and fussed around me, kissing me, kissing our
baby girl. Nothing was too much trouble and Mum would take good
care of her when I wanted to sleep. Daddy would get into bed with
me and we'd cuddle until I dozed off, and when I breast-fed her,
Mum or Dad would want to suckle my other nipple, sucking down the
sickly sweet milk. My sex drive had diminished by then but when I
did feel horny, Mum or Dad would make me cum long and hard. Once
the doctor said it was OK to penetrate me again, Dad did it but
gently so as not to hurt me. This is what I've wanted from a man
since then and that's why I married you. You're so caring and
gentle but aggressive when I need it. I love you, John."

"But what if June gets pregnant?" I ask and Abby leans over to
kiss me. Then she says, "What if I get pregnant? Will you still
love me?"

"Are you telling me you want another baby, Abby?" I ask and she
smiles.

"Would you like that?" she asks me and I have to admit I'd love
it. "I think June would love it too," she says and I'm confused.
Does she mean mine and Abby's baby or mine and June's?

"But she's only 12, Abby. She's too young for all that," I state,
being the responsible parent that Abby's parents obviously
weren't.

"She's 12 and knows what sex is all about," she points out. "If
she wants condoms, I'll buy as many as she wants. The fact that
she doesn't ask for them should tell you something, John."

What?" I ask, sounding not too bright.

"June wouldn't mind having your baby, John. Do you get it now?"

No! That can't be right! I'm trying to speak but nothing's coming
out of my mouth. I can't find the words. But my cock is
throbbing!

"I asked her months ago when she started menstruating if she
wanted birth control," she explains patiently. "She said no and I
questioned her closely to be sure she understood the consequences
of sex without birth control. She's a bright girl, John, not
stupid in any way. I'm certainly not going to force her to have
what she doesn't want."

"But if she got pregnant, what about school, her life, her care?"
I ask, desperate now.

She says, "We would do the same as Daddy did when I got pregnant.
Private tutors, exams, and the chance for her to live her life as
SHE wants, not how we want it. We have a special girl there,
smart, cute and confident in her choices. Jesus, John, you make
her sound like some sort of victim!"

What can I say now? My arguments have just been shot down. Abby
runs a massive company and I keep forgetting how intelligent she
is, how talented.

"Now," she says, "will you fuck me and give me a baby?" She
reaches over and takes my stiff cock into her hand and we roll to
the floor together. It's only a matter of minutes before I'm
shooting spunk into her womb, hoping that she'll catch and
present me with a son or daughter 9 months from now.



Life goes on as usual with sex taking place between the 3 of us
several times each week. It's handy that the women menstruate at
different times of the month because it means I never have to
forego the penetration of a pussy. Abby is a talented lover,
taking the lead quite often in our love-making but never letting
June go short of the hot spunk that they both seem to want. The
3-way has become the standard now and the stimulation by two
beautiful females at once has taken my sexual experience to a
completely new level.

Abby has shaved her pussy so that she is more like June and June
has learned techniques from Mum that have heightened our shared
pleasure. I regularly tongue-fuck June's bottom and she squeals
in a most attractive manner, urging me on to please her even
more. Abby has bought a strap-on dildo for June and herself to
use, sometimes on me. I'm regularly being penetrated by June who
seems to like fucking her dad's bottom and Abby now takes June up
her bottom with the strap-on while I service her gorgeous cunt.
We had to go carefully when we gave June a double penetration but
she soon learned to take the full length of the strap-on while I
did my best to knock her up.

June is 12 years and 10 months old when she announces that she
thinks she's pregnant. She and Abby go into a huddle and June is
whisked away while I'm left alone to consider what she has just
said. Oh God, I've fathered a baby on our little girl! Oh God! Oh
God! What am I going to do now? June will hate me, won't she?
I've let her down, haven't I? I've ruined her life! Why did I do
it?

A few minutes later, Abby has a white plastic thing in her hand
and she's smiling. June's looking a bit embarrassed, standing
close behind her, and I'm ready with my apologies.

"Our daughter's pregnant, John. Any idea how that happened?" she
says, smiling. She holds up the pregnancy test and shows me the
blue line that tells us know that our little girl will be a
mother in a few months.

I look at June, waiting for the tears or the anger but there
aren't any. She comes to me and throws her arms around my neck
and I hold her, stroking her back as she tells me how much she
wanted this. I'm a man so I'm useless at anything like this but I
know that June's not in the least upset.

Abby's in her element now, planning and organising what needs to
happen but she stops for a minute to whisper in June's ear,
"Congratulations, love. Well done." June turns to her mum and
kisses her, hugging her tight as Abby strokes the blonde hair of
her daughter.

I'm starting to realise now all that this means. I'm going to be
Dad to a child. I've never been a dad before.  I'm going to love
it, take it to the park, cuddle it, change its nappies How do I
learn these things? Do I get books about it? How will I know if
it's ill? What if it dies when I'm looking after it? How do other
people cope with this? Panic must be showing in my face because
Abby's looking at me with some amusement.

"Worried about being a dad, John?" she says. How does she DO
that? How does she always know what I'm thinking? "Don't worry,
you'll be fine. All new parents worry about the first one." The
first one? Yes, that's right. June wasn't a baby when I met Abby,
was she?



June's belly is showing signs of swelling and I'm enthralled by
the changes in her tits. She's 4 months into the pregnancy and
she's becoming demanding sexually. I can't say how delighted it
makes me. I want her more now and it just coincides with her
raging hormones. I kiss her belly at every opportunity and suck
the nipples which will be feeding our baby. Why am I so turned on
by a young pregnant girl? It's like a new dimension to sex for me
and I answer the call gladly when she shows her bare pussy by
lifting her skirt. That was her mum's trick, I seem to remember.

The thing is though, I'm going to be Daddy to two babies. Abby
announced she was pregnant six weeks after June did and now I'm
like a kid in a sweet factory. Her long nipples are dark and I
just can't resist sucking on them, and June generally likes to
suck one too if it's spare. My happiness is complete, my cup
runneth over. What more can a man ask than to have his wife and
his barely teenage daughter carrying his offspring?

Abby and June please each other during the day, often using the
strap-on dildo, and I like to please them both when I come home.
Come the weekend, I'm exhausted, but pregnancy makes them glow
with health, their hair shines and their skin is blemish-free.
I'm often faced with June bending Mum over a chair and pulling up
her skirt to show the shaved pussy which is always bare since
they both stopped wearing knickers. Then June guides my stiff
cock into her mum's wet pussy and she plays with my balls as I
fuck, or she thrusts her rubber penis deep up my bum, holding it
still so that I'm fucking myself on it as I thrust into Abby.
June is certainly learning a lot from Abby but isn't that what
mums do?

The doctor comes here regularly and I like to watch as June pays
his fee, straddling his head and rubbing her pussy on his nose
and mouth. Abby sucks his cock until he cums and June sucks mine
as the doctor gets her off, swallowing greedily the sperm I
produce in abundance.



It's nearly June's due date and her belly is enormous. I cuddle
her often as we choose names for the baby, accepting this one and
rejecting that. Abby is like a beached whale too and, while we
lie on the bed together, it's getting to be a bit of a squeeze.
June's breasts are large now, crowned by dark nipples like her
mum. They are more than half an inch long now and I love to
tongue and suck them, as does Abby. We feast together on our
daughter, waiting for the milk that has yet to arrive.



June's baby boy was born 2 days later than the due date and I
watched him come into the world. A miracle; an absolute fucking
wonder. Abby squeezed her hand and whispered words of
encouragement as she delivered. I was so proud of my son, and his
mother. I kissed the sweaty brow of my young daughter and
whispered to her the love I felt.

It was only 5 weeks and 3 days later that Abby delivered our
daughter, another miracle, and I looked into Abby's eyes and told
her how much I loved her. June was there too, our son in a sling
across her body, her face smiling and then kissing her mum.



That's it now. Our family is at last complete and I feel a
certain tranquillity, a contentment I never felt before. Abby is
at home now and there's enough breast milk flowing from their 4
nipples to feed us all, even me. The girls can feed each other's
baby and often one finishes up feeding both babies together. I'm
humbled by all this, the new life brought into the world and
nurtured by loving parents. I love to take the babies out in the
twin pram we bought, and I talk to them constantly, prattling
like a daddy does. I change the nappies of my son and daughter
and sing to them sometimes, very badly. But they smile up at me.

Abby's mum and dad come to see the kids and, I think, understand
how things are. They smile, hold the babies' tiny hands and coo
at them. They both looked pleased at our "situation" and hope
there might be more children later, if that's what we decide on.
I hadn't thought of that but I see the point. When they leave,
Abby's dad takes me to one side and congratulates me privately,
thanking me for looking after Abby and June, and telling me how
precious they have always been to him.

When they've gone, we talk about what was said, particularly
about more babies. Neither girl objects but I'm not so sure.
Before the night is over, they are both flashing their pussies at
me with astonishing regularity. Does this mean what I think it
does?




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