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Subject: {ASSM} Petal 6 {adversity} (M/g, m/g, b/g, inc, ped)
Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 19:10:02 -0500
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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The Story of Petal ~ chapter 6

by Adversity


Noah's Christmas started near dawn when Petal
squirmed into his bed, minus pajama bottoms. He
hugged her snuggling softness to his chest, hoping
she'd settle in and fall back to sleep with him. Then
he'd felt her warm slippery pussy lips kiss the head
of his morning wood. His dick woke him, pulsing
with pleasure as she squirmed her way onto it.

Hardly awake enough to speak, he started fucking
his six year-old's cunt, breathing the scents of baby
shampoo and chocolate milk.

"It's Christmas, Daddy" she whispered.

Noah breathed deep, palming the ultra-satin cheeks
of her bare bottom. He kissed the top of her head as
he thrust into her luxuriously hot, wet little cunt.

"I know, baby," he murmured. He was enjoying
all the bounty of Christmas he could stand, as her
face moved on his chest, her lips and tongue on
his nipple.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned, thrusting deeper inside her.

He could smell coffee brewing and Petal smelled
freshly bathed. That meant Bryce was up. Had she
released him? She knew she wasn't supposed to
but she'd done it before.

"Did you wake Bryce, Pet?" he asked her.

"Yes," she answered guiltily, hiding her face on
his chest.

"It's okay, baby. Look at me."

There was a long pause as she lifted her chin to
face him. She was biting her bottom lip. In the
predawn grayness she looked both sweet and sexy,
her eyes heavy lidded with pleasure as he poked
her in long steady strokes.

"Did you untie him, baby?" he asked. He wouldn't
scold her if she had -- it was Christmas, after all, he
told himself. And she was fucking him so sweetly
he'd have forgiven her anything.

She rocked her pelvis into him and he knew she
was rubbing her baby clit in his pubic hair.

"No," she said, giving him a dimpled smile that
was as wicked as it was charming.

"What did you do to him , kitten?" He slowed his
thrusting to control the heat.

"I tickled his armpits," she admitted with a grin.
"It made him crazy! Then I sucked on his baby
bottle."

Noah's dick jerked as he imagined it, picturing
Bryce strapped to his bed with Petal clamped onto
his cock.

"Good girl," he praised, lifting his head to kiss her,
holding her still on his throbbing tool. He probed
the chocolatey, milky interior of her mouth and his
whole groin pulsed, in her, under her. He knew he
couldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to pump your pussy full of cum," he
whispered in her ear. "Are you Daddy's cowgirl?"

Small hands clutched at his chest and pushed to
raise her up astride his hips.

"Yes! You're my pony."

Noah pushed the blankets away so he'd be able to
look down and see her taking his cock.

The pajama top rode up her ribs as he slid his hands
into her armpits to support his little rider.

Petal was excited, flushed from her hairless mound
to her throat and her eyes looked glazed in the half
light. He felt a small foot press the mattress to either
side of his hips as she readied herself to ride him
hard.

He lifted as she rose, and he saw his rod come out
of her body, glistening wet. His cock looked huge
and obscene, the swollen knob halfway into her
miniature cunt.

"Fuck your daddy good and hard," he urged her.

Petal half groaned, half wailed as she worked her
her strong little six year-old legs in deep knee
bends, up and down his dick, faster and faster
until she was hopping like little frog.

Noah's brain went red with rut as she bounced on
him. He stabbed her down strokes, steering the
action with his hands.

"I'm cumming, Daddy!" she cried.

His eyes were riveted to her wide open pussy,
hoping she'd spurt. More and more, as her glands
matured, she ejaculated at climax.

Girl spunk. Paraurethral fluid. Noah loved to see
it shoot out of her. Part piss, part glandular
secretions.

She froze with her knees spread wide, her pelvis
visibly trembling. Her pink bud was swollen as fat
as he'd ever seen it. She whimpered pitifully as
fluid erupted in a mini arc from her pisshole; it
squirted out hard and sprinkled down warm on
his belly as her cunt clutched him.

Fuck yes!

Noah's hips lifted as he started creaming her in
jerking bursts that blinded him with pleasure.
He was a jism dispenser, nothing but cock and
balls and spunk to deliver.

When he'd unloaded his tanks he collapsed like
dead weight on the mattress, Petal was a rag doll
in his hands.

"Sweet Jesus," he panted, lowering his limp baby
onto his chest, his cock still throbbing. With a
shaky hand he felt for the edge of the bedclothes
and drew them up over himself and his spent
little girl.

"Daddy loves you, angel," he told her, tucking the
blanket securely around her shoulders. She hugged
him, weak as a kitten. Moments later she was sound
asleep.


***


Noah had Nick's promise that the dog would be
delivered that night at the Christmas party. All
things considered, he thought it was probably for
the best. There was a gift under the tree that
would insure her positive response to "Rags."
He'd prepared a conditioning CD as insurance.

Petal was a delightfully adventurous child and her
development had outstripped his wildest dreams.
But judicious reinforcements of her training were
a good idea, from time to time. Especially when
introducing her to something new.

He was serene, sipping his Sumatra, watching her
open her gifts. The CD compilation of her favorite
Boy Bands had elicited squeals of happiness and she
already had the headphones on and was dancing
to music he and Bryce, thankfully, couldn't hear.

She had her custom made baby boy doll in her
arms. Thank God for Randy Jones and her genius
with synthetics, he thought. He'd make sure she
was properly rewarded at the party.

His little girl adored her new toy with its lifelike
semi-erect penis and soft little balls. The doll
squirted pee-pee when its body was squeezed.


***


Josh Faulkner couldn't believe his sister Jeanine
was really making him help her take a pack of
rugrats sledding. The teenager had been hoping
she and his brat of a niece would disappear for
a few hours Christmas day, leaving him in peace
for a leisurely jack-off. Instead, he was stuck in
the cargo space of her latest flame's mini van,
with the sleds and tires and the guy's drooling
three year-old son, Patrick.

"Last stop," the flame, whose name was Roger,
announced. Thank God, thought Josh. He glanced
out at the massive contemporary they'd pulled
up in front of. Jeanine had gotten out.

Five minutes later, Josh Faulkner's teen cock was
hard as a rock as he watched Petal Coward, sitting
in the sledding tire across the cargo space from
him with Patrick in her lap.

She'd oohed and ahhed over the fussy, snot-nosed
three year-old, and Josh had been only too happy
to transfer the little monster from his lap to hers.

"Who's a good boy?" she'd crooned to the whiny
little kid, who grew miraculously quiet as soon
as he was put in the valley of her thighs, gazing
at her adoringly.

She'd plucked a tissue from her snowsuit pocket
and wiped the kid's face clean. Then she'd rocked
him a little and done the thing that had turned the
teenager's cock to wood. Her hand had rubbed
down the three year-old's belly and come to rest
on the puffy bulge in the crotch of his snowpants.

I don't fucking believe this, thought Josh, staring.
Petal glanced up and grinned at him, making a
quick sign for him to be quiet with her finger
against her lips. Then she'd gone back to feeling
the little boy's package, kneading him through
the bulky pants.

Patrick was blissed out, spread across her thighs
with a dopey look on his face and his eyes glued
to her. Josh saw that she had found the particular
bump she was looking for in all the padding and
was working it in a steady jog that made him
leak a stream of lube in his jeans.

He cast a nervous look over the seat that his
shoulder was pressed into, to see that the rest of
the world was still spinning like normal. Kids
were squealing and laughing, and his sister was
talking to the father of the pipsqueak who was
currently getting his baby rocks off.

Oh man, he thought. He'd only been touched
a couple of times, by his ex-girlfriend. If she'd
done to him, he thought, what Petal was doing
to that good-for-nothing rugrat, he'd never have
broken up with her.

Sure enough, Patrick's hips pumped like he was
getting fucked and then he jerked hard, a half
dozen times. His big eyes had shut and in seconds
it seemed like he was sound asleep.

"What a good boy," Petal whispered, her hand
now innocently resting on the kid's leg.

She looked up at Josh, and gave him a dimpled
smile, mouthing the words, Don't Tell.


***


Petal was thrilled that she'd gotten a chance to
play with a real little boy! So cute! He'd liked
having his little bitty cock rubbed just as much
as if it was a big one.

Her panties were a little squishy in the warmth
of her snowsuit. Touching the babyish boy had
made her creamy with longing, but it was fun,
even if her pants were a little sticky now.

She thought the big boy, Josh, had been looking
like he wanted her to do him too. He was kind of
cute too, she thought, with his messy blond hair
and big green eyes.

Jeanine, whom she didn't like much, had taken
baby Patrick away from her and put him in a
stroller just inside the mouth of a tent by the
cook fire. Jeanine was roasting hot dogs and
warming water for hot chocolate. Snow was
falling again.

The gaggle of little girls, herself included, were
sliding down little snow hills and dragging their
tires back up. One by one, Roger and Josh were
taking them to ride down one of the bigger hills
where the older kids played. Too dangerously steep,
with the woods at the bottom of the slope, for little
girls to ride down alone.

Petal kept hoping that Josh would take her! He
looked at her, but took different girls.

***

Josh was dying to get Petal in his lap, on top of
his boner, but he was scared. It seemed sick to
want to poke his dick at a six year-old girl. He
was so tempted. Who would even know? He was
sure he could rub his cock on her little butt and
no one would be the wiser.

He saw her turn down Roger's offer to take her
next, and the brief glance she gave him was like
the look his old girlfriend used to give him when
she wanted something. It made his dick jump in
his pants.

"Come on," he said to her. "You've got to have
a turn, it's fun. I'll take you up."

Her grin almost killed him. She came running
at him through the haze of snowflakes. Holy
fuck, he thought, this is it.

She danced around him as they climbed the hill.
His throat was dry and his cock was aching. Near
the top she perched on a hummock of snow in
front of him and he thought he'd die when she
threw her little arms around his hips.

She's touching my dick and she knows it, he
thought.

She'd put her hooded head right on it. It was
standing at attention up the inside of his fly. Even
through his down jacket, jeans and two layers of
long underwear, he could feel her rubbing it with
her cheek. Then she looked straight up at him,
golden eyes shining.

"I want to go down the hill backwards," she said
and ran away from him, zipping up to the top of
the slope.

Josh was baffled by the backwards thing until the
little girl sat down facing him and plastered her
body to the front of him. He reached quickly and
guiltily in between them to adjust his dick and tug
open the bottom of his jacket. His boner was
leaking like crazy, his dickhead sliding in precum
in the folds of his underwear.

He was beyond guilt or nerves, feeling her thighs
lock around his hips, her arms hugging his neck.
Too turned on to resist, he rubbed his cock against
her crotch before even launching them over the
lip of the slope.

The weirdness of what he was doing only made
him hotter as he steered them away from the other
sleds cascading down the hill. With the lightning
fast calculations of lust firing his brain, he saw the
patch of trees he wanted to end up in and aimed
straight for it, even as the wind nearly took his
breath away. He clutched Petal's body tight in one
arm.

Josh's heart was pounding when they skidded to a
stop. He lay back against the cushioning tire, panting
white breath in the cold. He'd done it, they were
hidden from the hill by the trees. The next second,
as if a starting shot had fired in a race, he and Petal
started humping, rubbing their crotches together,
desperate to get off before someone came looking
for them.


It was awesome. The most awesome thing he'd ever
felt in his life; Josh felt like his dick was as big as
the world and his balls were going to explode.

She'd let go of his neck and had her mittened hands
braced on his chest, her knees dug in, and she was
rubbing her pussy up and down his cock as hard and
as fast as she could.

Josh knew he was staring at her just like the snot-nosed
kid had done, stunned, adoring, as she turned him into a
pile of quivering jelly attached to a throbbing dick.

She grunted, her pink mouth open, her hips shaking
and he knew she was getting off, bigtime. He grabbed
her rear end and exploded, flooding himself with hot
jizz.


***

It was almost dark outside, the sky heavy with snow
clouds at two in the afternoon. The mini van jounced
its load of tired kids, headed home to their Christmas
dinners and parents who would be grateful that some
of their little girls' holiday frenzy had been siphoned
off.

Petal Coward's wasn't the only head on somebody's
lap, but hers was the only mouth fastened around a
cock.

Josh ran his fingers through her silky hair, biting his
lip to keep from making a sound. Only a couple inches
of his dick were out of his pants, thrust through the
piss flaps of his two pairs of longjohns and out of his
fly.

His third load in three hours. Just remembering the
second was enough to almost trigger the third.

He'd been starving when they'd gotten back to the
campsite. Ravenous and happy, he'd downed four
hot dogs and a big mug of hot chocolate, watching
Petal nibble her food.

So, I'm some kind of pervert, he'd thought, unable
to suppress a grin when she smiled at him and rubbed
the end of her wiener against her lips. His sixteen
year-old cock had twitched in his damp drawers and
started stiffening up.

Petal claimed she'd left her cellphone back in the
van and asked him to walk her back to get it. Nobody
said anything about it when he took her little paw in
his hand and they headed off alone toward the parking
lot.

The sledding course was a golf links in summertime,
edged with picnic areas and dotted with outhouses;
pitstops for guys who drank too much beer while
they played.

Petal had been looking at the little wooden box of a
shack at the same time he was. A guy came out of it
with a kid. Josh and Petal went in.

So fucking cold in there, and it reeked of piss in spite
of the cold. But Josh was on fire and ignored the smell.
He latched the door, his dick as hard as if it had been
weeks, not an hour, since he'd shot his last load.

"Hurry," Petal had whispered urgently.

She had already climbed up to stand with her feet on
the wooden ledge that the stained old toilet seat was
mounted on. She was unsnapping the back of her
puffy snowsuit and Josh's heart had rocketed. He'd
stood momentarily paralyzed by the sight of her bare
backside emerging as she pushed her pants down to
her knees.

She had looked at him over her shoulder, cheeks
pink with cold and her gold eyes glistening.

"Fuck me!" she'd urged in her little girl whisper.

He'd moved double time then.

The memory of losing his cherry in her steaming
little box merged with the feel of her hot mouth and
lips, sucking him now.

He couldn't believe what he was doing, what she was
doing to him; like he'd entered another world the
minute she'd put her hand between Patrick's legs.

His dick swelled harder and he almost cried out as
she rasped her tongue under the head.

She was lying on a bed of tires and Josh saw, in the
shadowy light, that she'd crooked her leg over the
edge of one and was humping the curved rubber
as she sucked him. That made his nuts climb and
tighten to the point of no return. He jabbed at the
roof of her mouth uncontrollably and spewed his
first shot.


***


Petal's wet pussy spasmed against the tire she'd
heated up, rubbing it. It was good, so good to feel
the ripples spread out from the center of her notch
up her belly and out through her thighs as Josh's
dick spurted in her mouth.

He was such a nice boy, she thought, letting go
of his penis. Three times he'd done it with her!
She rested her head on his thigh and wiggled in
the warm cream between her legs, teasing her
cunt to another little quiver of pleasure.

Soon she'd be home with her daddy and Bryce.
And they'd go to the party!

Maybe Santa was bringing her dog to the party.
Her daddy had hinted that he might.

Petal thought of how a dog humps when it fucks.
The image had come to her a few times that day.
When Josh had fucked her from behind in that
funny little bathroom house, she'd imagined that
he was a horny dog, stabbing her pussy with a
wet pink cock.

Dogs love little girls, she thought dreamily. They
need little girls to pet them and touch their penises.
How come? she wondered. They missed their little
girl dogs, that's how come, the answer came to her.

It was sad, in a way, that dogs had to live with
people instead of other dogs. But some of them
were lucky. Like her dog would be, if she had
one. She wouldn't let him be lonely. She'd make
sure that he knew he could use her pussy and
pretend she was his little girl dog.

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