



                                TAKING ADVANTAGE OF JUNE


                                                by John P

                                           Copyright© 2011


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 then 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!"


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