TAKING ADVANTAGE OF JUNE


                               by John P

                            Copyright© 2011


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.

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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 is smelling 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, his
mouth.

The knickers are laid to one side and his mouth returns to the
bum that he craves to touch, to smell, 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 around 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 ecstacy 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.