


                             TAKING ADVANTAGE OF JUNE


                                             by John P

                                        Copyright© 2011



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 gorgeous. The
firmness of youthful flesh is a joy to touch, even if it's
through her nightie. He's took 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 ecstacy, 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.


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