



                         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? Was I wanting 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 who 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 a sparse down just
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 gross acts of 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.


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