                          The Story Of Petal
                             by Adversity


Dr. Coward has trained and conditioned his daughter from a very early
age to please men.  This is her story. 

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Edited and published with permission from the author by TYGER.

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Chapter One

Six year-old Petal left the parlor where the other little girls were
eating cookies and ice cream in the midst of wrapping paper, ribbons
and toys.  It was the first grade girls' Christmas party, hosted by
the headmaster's wife, in their home.  The party had been scheduled
early to coincide with their own first grade daughter's seventh
birthday.

Petal made her way first to the bathroom, and then further down the
hall to the headmaster's study.

The door to Mr. Carson's study was ajar.  She peeked inside the
book-lined room and saw him seated behind his big desk, as her daddy
had told her he would be.

He was a large man, not as handsome as her daddy.  His face was very
serious.  So serious, his dark eyes so unfriendly, that she would
have been afraid to go in if she hadn't known he was waiting for her.

She knew this man distantly but she'd never had a special visit with
him before.

The room was warm, a fire burning in the fireplace.  It was cosy,
with a view of snow falling over the school's rural campus through
the partially opened curtains.

"Close the door behind you," he said, rolling back some distance from
his desk.

Petal heard the soft click of the door shutting securely.  Under her
red velvet dress and her brand new slip, she was naked.  Her panties
were safely tucked in the pocket of her dress.  She'd taken them off
in the bathroom.

"He'll be waiting for you, baby," her daddy had told her.  "He's
suffering a lot, Pet.  He needs you."

She'd sat on the toilet for a while, toying anxiously with her pussy,
letting her mind wander to her father.  He'd touched her like she was
touching herself, in the car before giving her a kiss goodbye.
Thinking about him made her moist and gave her the courage to do what
she knew she had to.

Petal's small, primed pussy was beating like a little heart as she
rounded the corner of Mr. Carson's vast desk.  He swiveled his chair
to face her, leaning back and spreading his thighs.

"Enjoying the party?"  he asked her.  Petal's golden brown eyes
dropped down to his lap, focusing on the thick, red, uncircumsized
cock standing up from the mouth of his unzipped fly.  Hooded!

She smiled broadly enough to show her dimples and nodded.

"It's very nice," she said, walking closer to inspect his naked dick.
She saw it jerk with excitement as she reached out to touch it.  The
head, under the soft foreskin, was like a shiny fat dart.  It was
oozing clear fluid.  She stroked the veiny shaft.  Now that she was
touching his penis she didn't feel afraid of him at all.

Petal's mouth watered as she looked from the leaking cock up to Mr.
Carson's face.  His dark eyes were blazing and his face was getting
red, symptoms she recognized well.

"Your daddy tells me you like to sit in a man's lap," he said, and
more moisture bubbled out of his piss slit.  "Would you like to sit
on mine and look at some pictures?"  he asked.

Petal's pussy, well-trained by her daddy, was very moist by then.
She could feel a trickle of her own juice trying to escape from its
lips.

I'm so lucky, she thought.

"I'd love to," she said, nodding her blonde head.

Other little girls weren't allowed to do this.  Petal knew she was
special.  Her daddy was the best in the world.  He took care of her
pussy with his hands and his mouth and his beautiful big cock.

Poor Mr. Carson had a regular little girl, Sheila, who couldn't be
touched, even on her birthday.  Not even on Christmas.

That's why he had to have someone special like Petal to touch.  Men
needed to care for a pussy, she'd learned.  They needed to hold a
little girl in their laps and feel their hard penises squished in a
little girl's cunt.  She felt bad for Sheila and her father -- but
she felt excited by her own good fortune, all the same.

Mr.  Carson made a space in front of him.

"Lean on the desk, sweetheart, and look at this," he told her,
motioning toward a glossy magazine that was spread open in the midst
of piles of folders and stacks of books.

Petal rested her weight on her arms and gazed at a colorful comic
strip showing a big man playing with a very little girl.  The cartoon
man was lifting the cartoon girl's dress, just like Mr. Carson was
lifting hers.  Petal spread her legs and tried not to moan as Mr.
Carson touched her naked box.  The tip of his finger stroked the
outside of her lips at first, tickling, and then probed the sticky
insides for her hole.

In, she urged silently.  She wiggled her hips as she got what she
wanted, the man's finger pushing deep.

"Sweet fucking Jesus," he whispered.  If she didn't know better she'd
have thought he was upset.  But she did know better.  Men said things
like that, her daddy had told her.  When they were horny they said
things that might sound mean or sad, but really they were just horny.

Petal felt a rush of cream making her pussy even wetter and more
slippery as his cockhead nosed around her labia, sliding over her
clit before it finally lodged in place at her tiny opening.

Mr.  Carson was breathing hard, big hands holding her hips tightly as
he started pushing the uncapped head of his needy pole at her cunt.

He's really suffering!  she thought, sinking down on him to encourage
him deeper.  He grunted and gasped as she sat on him, his whole rod
forced into her tight vagina.

Sitting still, breathing very hard, he stroked her thighs and ran his
hands up to her bottom, feeling where her cunt was spread wide at the
base of his cock, like he couldn't believe he was in her.  Petal
relaxed, dreamy-eyed with the pleasurable sensation of being stuffed
full of cock.  Her little nipples were hard and her body was flushed
with the heat of horniness.

This was what she lived for.  It was best with her daddy.  She loved
him and his eight inch cock more than anything else in the world.

Repositioning his hands on top of her dress, at her waist, Mr. Carson
started fucking slowly, rolling closer to the desk to turn the page
of the magazine.  The cartoon man's penis was huge and dripping,
rippling with veins.  The little cartoon girl kissed its head while
she played with his big balls.

"Do you like to kiss like that?"  Mr. Carson asked her.

"Um hm," she murmured, leaning forward both to look at the pictures
and to move on his cock.

Petal loved the motion of humping, even slow like they were doing it
now, his cock rocking into her gently.  She liked it better when a
man got desperate for his penis to be rubbed hard, when his balls
were heavy with cum that needed to spurt.

Her daddy had taught her how penises needed to be played with and
pumped until friction made their seed squirt out.  She knew lots of
different ways to make it happen.  The cartoon girl was giving the
cartoon man a blowjob.  She knew how to do that!  Mr. Carson was
starting to fuck her a little harder.

Petal's eyes blurred with pleasure.  She could almost hear her
daddy's deep soothing voice in her head.

"You love to be fucked," it said.  "The harder a cock pounds your
pussy, the better it feels."

And it did feel good, so good, thought Petal.

Mr.  Carson was getting hotter, holding her in his arms against his
chest; shifting her up and down his pole at the same time he stabbed
it up into her.  His mouth was open and he was breathing into her
hair.

"I'm fucking you, I'm fucking your baby cunt," he said low and dirty,
right by her ear.  It made Petal shiver with pleasure.

She loved it best near the end when he lifted her, still impaled on
his cock, and held her face down on the desk.  Her legs dangled and
her skirt bunched up to expose her bottom.  She was pinned in place
as he fucked her hard, balls slapping at her wet thighs.  His steady
humping and low strangled moans signaled how close he was to shooting
his load.

Petal was conditioned to cum at the first signs of a man's impending
orgasm.  She started to tremble.

She spasmed uncontrollably, cunt muscles clutching and milking his
cock.  Her bottom lifted eagerly; her back curved in a hungry arch to
take as much cock as she could.

Mr.  Carson unloaded his balls and then kept her for a few more
minutes, licking his load from her wet pussy.

When she rejoined the party of little girls, she had just enough of
his sperm left to make her panties juicy and warm.

At the end, when parents were arriving to collect their daughters,
Petal's daddy strode into the parlor.  The shoulders of his coat were
dusted with snow.  She saw how all the mommies' eyes were drawn to
him, but his deep brown eyes looked only for her.

"Did you have a good time, Pet?"  he asked, scooping her up in his
arms.  His cool hand slid up her bare leg and under her bottom.
Petal hugged his neck.  She was in heaven as his big fingers stroked
her through the spermy panties, under her skirt.  She knew he was
feeling to see if she'd been a good girl and she hoped Mr. Carson had
left enough sperm to prove that she had been.

"Yes, Daddy."

Sheila's mother approached them, holding out a bag of party treats.

"You know you didn't have to drive all the way out here to get her,
Noah.  Jeanine offered to drive Petal home."

It almost sounded like she was scolding him, Petal thought, relieved
that she didn't have to ride with Jeanine who always asked her
questions about her daddy.  She was grateful that he'd brought her to
the party himself and come back to get her; glad that he was her
daddy and that she was a special girl.

"No need," said her father, brushing the side of her face with a kiss.

"Won't you stay for some coffee?"  Sheila's mother asked.

No!  Petal prayed.  She was tired of being with little girls in a
stuffy parlor, listening to them shriek and giggle over things she
found boring.  The only part of the afternoon she had really enjoyed
was her special visit with Mr. Carson.

"Another time, maybe.  I've got Bryce out in the car.  I had to drive
out this way to pick him up at the airport."

"Bryce!"  Petal exclaimed, even more eager to go now that she knew
the young man she loved best in the world, after her daddy of course,
was home.

"Really, Noah, you could have just brought him in," the woman chided
him.

"He's exhausted.  We'll see you and Richard soon," her father said as
he carried her and the bag of party treats toward the door.

Bryce was her daddy's assistant.  He was a student who'd been living
with them for close to two years (almost forever, to Petal.) He
helped her father with everything and still had time for her.  He'd
promised they would bake cookies together.

The outside air was cold but exciting, filled with soft swirling
snowflakes.  Petal snuggled deep in the open front of her father's
coat and moaned happily when his finger slid inside her panties.

"You made Mr. Carson very, very happy, Pet," he murmured, and kissed
her cheek.  "I'm so proud of my good girl."

Petal felt almost weak with pleasure when her father praised her.


Chapter Two

Dr.  Noah Coward's mind was half on his daughter Petal, and half on
the patients awaiting him in the treatment room.  Both trains of
thought contributed to the partial erection dangling down the leg of
his scrub pants.

There was no medical need for his garb but he'd discovered that with
certain of his clients, it was beneficial for them to see the
traditional uniform.  It reassured them if they were skittish about
the unconventional aspects of treatment.

Entering the room, he noted that his assistant had customized the
room perfectly; a layette was assembled beside the examining table.
The table itself had been covered with flannel sheets printed with
scampering kittens.  The temperature of the treatment room was key,
and Noah relaxed in the enveloping warmth.

This pair, a man of forty-eight and his eighteen year-old daughter,
had come to him with an all too common problem.  They were suffering
the effects of suppressed infantile/parental lust.  A demon, he
reflected, that his own treasured child was safe from.

The Danforths had thought their problem was the daughter's
nymphomania, a condition she'd been treated for by more conventional
psychotherapy until it was complicated by depression over her
mother's death.  The father was as badly in need of treatment as his
daughter, Noah thought, saddled by tremendous grief and conflict.

He had guided them to a better understanding of the complex issues
underlying their pain.  The daughter was longing to be cared for
sexually by her father, and the man needed to express his own pent up
desire to touch and nurture her.

Noah smiled reassuringly at his nervous clients.  The daughter,
Julie, cast hopeful looks in his direction even as she clutched the
flannel kitten sheet up to her throat.  Through the thin cover he
could see the upthrust points of her nipples.

She was a slim, pretty girl, he thought.  Her big blue eyes broadcast
vulnerability.  But her blonde hair, swept into a luxurious ponytail,
gathered at the side instead of in back, hinted at her wanton
disposition.

The father was grim.  His thinning sandy hair was liberally dusted
with gray; his face suggested an attractiveness that had faded, worn
down by his troubles.  His body reflected the same.  His once proud
frame was stoop-shouldered with care, his fit body covered with a
layer of softness.

"Let's begin, Jerry," said Noah, seating himself on the rolling
cushioned stool opposite the father.  "Is your baby girl prepared as
I instructed?"

"I think so," he mumbled.  "She said she did it."

"I did, Dr. Coward," she said.

Noah held his finger to his lips, indicating that she was to remain
silent.

"Babies don't speak," he reminded her gently.

"As her father," he said to Jerry, "it's up to you to make sure that
her pussy is shaved and smooth."

Their blushes didn't concern him, they'd get over that, he knew.  A
little coloring up was natural, excitement as much as embarrassment.

"Now," he said, his cock filling out harder with anticipation, "let's
have a look at your baby girl."

The man's hands moved awkwardly as he drew the sheet down his
daughter's naked body.  Noah's eyes traveled over her cone-like
breasts, capped by luscious puffy nipples.  Each was topped by a hard
pebble of arousal.

Her skin was slightly flushed, her chest rising and falling
noticeably.  The concavity of her stomach rose to a smooth prominent
vaginal mound.  The lips of her pussy were pinkish as if they were
slightly irritated from the shaving.

"You are so lucky, Jerry," Noah said with warmth, to bestow approval
on both of them.  "Your baby girl is beautiful."  He was pleased to
see a glimmer of pride in the man's eyes and the barest hint of a
smile as he nodded in acknowledgement.


                                  ***

Petal's disappointment that her daddy had to work that afternoon
turned to utter misery when Bryce said they wouldn't bake cookies
right away.

I might as well have stayed at that stupid party, she thought,
sulking in the back seat on the way home.

All her unhappiness dissolved, however, when the tall, dark-haired
young man announced that she could take a bath with him when they got
home.

"Now the sun is shining again," her daddy had teased, glancing at her
in the rearview mirror.

                                  ***

The sunken tub was huge, big enough for family bathing, its walls
lined with bubbling spray jets.  Petal didn't understand why grownups
liked to sit with their backs to the rushing water.  Whenever she
tried to do that the force of the spray pushed her right off the seat.

What she liked was grasping the handles her daddy had attached to the
rim of the tub for her.  She could hold on and kneel on the molded
seat with her legs spread until the rushing bubbles felt so good on
her pussy that the pleasure made her whole body shake.

That's what she'd planned to do but she got too distracted by Bryce.
He really did seem tired, like her daddy had said to Sheila's mom.
And sad.

At first he was all business, washing and rinsing and insisting that
she do the same.

This isn't fun at all, she thought, standing in the warm water,
listlessly soaping her stomach.  Her eyes roamed over Bryce's naked
body.  He was thinner and darker haired than her father whose legs
and arms were dusted with fine gold hair.  Her daddy's light pubic
hair was trimmed to a neat triangle.  Bryce's was trimmed too, but it
was a very dark, stark patch against the pale skin at the bottom of
his slim muscular belly.

Petal kept checking to see if there was any sign of life between his
legs, but his cock was sadly soft every time she checked.

He was rinsed and resting back against the jet, eyes half-closed.
Petal waded toward him and his deep blue eyes slid to look at her
under his sleepy-seeming lids.

"I'm sorry, princess," he said.  "I know I'm not very good company
right now."

Petal decided to use a technique that Bryce had used on her in the
past.  She soaped her hand and reached out.

"I see a dirty spot," she said, laying her palm on his chest, over
the circle of a bronze-colored nipple.  She massaged it in her
lathered hand and smiled when she saw a wave of pleasure pass through
his handsome face, the little nub of flesh hardening under her
fingers.

Her daddy liked this a lot, having his nipples played with.

"The other one's dirty, too," she said, pinching it gently into
hardness between her soapy fingertips.  She glanced down his long
body and got a tingle between her legs at the sight of his pale shaft
-lengthening and lifting, poking up out of the water.

Bryce closed his eyes, stretching with his arms crossed behind his
head.  Petal admired the way it made the muscles stand out in his
upper arms.

"Bad boy," she said, getting closer.  "You didn't wash very well,"
she scolded.  She rubbed her soapy fingers through the dark wet hair
on his chest and saw him bite his bottom lip as a little shiver went
through him.  Then his eyes opened and he was smiling, reaching out
for her.

"Come here," he said, pulling her onto his chest.

Petal grinned, pleased with herself for making Bryce smile; even more
pleased to be hugged.  He sat up, holding her and she felt his
stiffened cock bat against her rear end.

"I love you, Pet," he said.

"Why were you sad?"  she asked sliding her arms around his neck.

She felt and heard him sigh and was afraid she might have brought the
sadness back by asking.

"I had a rough time visiting my family," he said.  "I can't touch my
own little sister.  My parents aren't like your daddy."

Understanding dawned in Petal's young mind.

She wiggled against his bare wet skin until her pussy lips were
spread and her button was snugly pressed against him.

"You be my brother and I'll be your mommy.  We can share my daddy,"
she said.

She nearly cooed as his lips caressed the side of her face and his
hand moved affectionately over her bottom; a finger sliding teasingly
between the cheeks.

"Kiss me, mommy," he whispered.  Petal turned her face to him, lips
open.  She was sinking deep inside herself with pleasure, her excited
bud of a clit pulsing on the soft wet surface of his skin.

Bryce kissed her gently, his broad firm mouth nudging at hers.  His
tongue moving between her lips made Petal's cunt hungry inside.  The
finger that had teased her bottom was probing her, like he knew she
wanted something in her.

Petal rocked her hips, rubbing her mound on him as she sucked his
tongue.

Bryce pulled away from her mouth with a groan.

"Mommy, your baby's going to turn into a prune if we stay in here,"
he said, lifting her off of him.

Petal moaned at him in protest as he stood up, holding out her arms
as petulantly as if she were the baby; wanting to stay exactly as
they'd been -cuddled up together in the warm water.

Then she caught sight of his big cock straining its full seven inch
length up his stomach and she quickly followed him out of the tub.

                                  ***

Jerry was definitely improving, Noah thought as he watched the man
spread lotion over his teenage daughter's bare pussy.  His big hands
had looked awkward at first, hesitant, especially when Noah had
directed him to spread the baby's legs and examine her for rash or
irritation.  He'd begun to relax, however, while sponging and soaping
her exposed genitals; dipping often into the generous basin of warm
water to soak the washcloth and lovingly stroke her with the wet
cloth.  His face lost some of its tension.

Warm water, thought Noah, a miracle substance.  He wondered idly if
it was working its magic on Bryce.  His assistant inevitably returned
from his visits with his family depressed and distant.  Noah had
prescribed the bath on their way to get Petal from the headmaster's
house.  If anything could revive his wilted assistant, he decided, it
would be a naked Petal in a warm bath.

Noah's focus on his clients sharpened when he saw that Jerry's finger
was circling the swollen bump of his daughter's clit.

"A baby girl loves to feel her daddy's finger on her pussy," said
Noah, encouraging him to continue.  "Daddies know that their little
girls love to be touched."

He glanced up at Julie's face and saw she was dazedly enjoying being
touched as she sucked milk from a baby bottle.

She'd been self conscious at first but the mixture of milk and a
judicious amount of relaxant were doing their job.  Now she was
sucking the nipple vigorously as her father toyed with her.

Noah noted that Jerry's cock was rigidly poking out the front of his
dressing gown.  Excellent.  Julie was going to climax soon, he judged
from her breathing and the clenching of her muscles.

"Good girl," he urged her along.  "Daddy," he said to Jerry, "A
little girl's nipples are very eager to be touched, too.  Touch her,
tell her how much you love her."

"Daddy loves you," the man said, his voice going rough with emotion,
his free hand moving with hesitation but desire to the quivery soft
flesh of Julie's tit.

Yes!  Noah cheered silently as the man caressed his daughter's pointy
nipple as he continued rubbing her clit.  It was all she needed.  Her
mouth opened and the bottle fell away from her milky lips as she
climaxed, her cunt thrusting into her father's hand.

"Good girl," Jerry praised her, and Noah was very gratified to see
how well he was doing.

That's how it should be, he thought.

"You want her, Jerry," Noah said quietly and the man lowered his
head, shame-faced.  Noah persisted, believing the man was ready for
the next phase of the treatment.

"You've never felt anything as sweet as your own child's skin.  Your
cock is like steel," he said with a large measure of compassion.  His
own cock was woodenly erect.

"It would feel so good," Noah continued, "to rub your hard cock
between the soft lips of her cunt."

As he spoke, Noah pressed the remote for the hydraulic exam table,
lowering it slowly to a height that would be easy for the man to
mount.

"Remove your robe Jerry and let your baby girl see her daddy's body.
She longs for you.  She's fascinated by everything about you,
especially your hard cock."

Face suffused with color, eyes averted from his daughter, Jerry
slowly took the robe off.  Only his rampant erection failed to
express shame.  Julie's eyes, Noah noted, were riveted to her
father's swollen dick.

How they love their daddies' cocks, he mused.  The thought sent a
shot of heat to his groin.  An ache of longing rose up to hold his
own child and feel her softness surround his hard cock.

                                  ***

Petal stood on the soft throw rug under the heat lamp, Bryce on his
knees in front of her.  He was toweling both of them, stopping often
to kiss her and touch her.

"I'm so lucky to have a mommy like you," he said, half teasing, half
serious.  It thrilled her more to play pretend with Bryce than any
game she'd played with her girlfriends at the Christmas party.

"I'm lucky to have you for my brother."  She took the towel from him
and rubbed it over his chest.  The towel billowed where it hung over
the shape of his hard-on.  Petal reached down to feel the knob.
Bryce made an appreciative sound and she slowly ran her hand down his
shaft.  His eyes lowered and he thrust gently into her grip.

Petal knelt on the rug and continued to stroke him.  She reached
under the towel with her other hand to feel the loose hanging sac of
his balls.  They were damp and heavy and she could feel the egg
shapes inside the loose skin.

Bryce's hands came to rest on her shoulders.

"I have to dry your balls," she said, and Bryce spread his legs
slightly further apart to let her pat him with the towel.  When he
was dry she laid the towel aside to admire his naked erection.
Bryce's prick twitched eagerly as she put her hands on his hips and
opened her mouth around the dark head.  It was her favorite part,
smooth and soft and she could suck on it easily, swirling her spit
around it with her tongue.  He stroked her hair and rocked very
gently back and forth through her lips.  She could taste his precum
when she ran her tongue over the slit.  There was more and more
oozing out as she sucked.

He rubbed against the roof of her mouth and let out a low groan of
pleasure before pulling away.  Shiny with spit his cock slapped at
his stomach with the force of popping out of her mouth.

With a playful growl he grabbed her under her arms and swung her up
to his chest as he stood.

He carried Petal down the carpeted hallway to her room and turned on
the light and the fire.

Petal's room had its own gas fireplace that she could watch from bed.
The room was tidy but cluttered with toys.  It excited her to have
Bryce there with her, in her very own bed, on her very own pillows.
Lots of times at night she snuck into her daddy's bed or Bryce's but
they hardly ever came to her room.

"You're in mommy's bed now," she said gleefully.  He was underneath
her on the pink and cream colored flannel sheets.  It was toasty warm
between their bodies and she was more than ready to feel his cock
poking inside her.

"I like mommy's bed," Bryce told her, drawing patterns with his
fingertips on the backs of her thighs.  It felt so good!  She was
still shivering from the ticklish caresses when he teased her with
his cockhead, tracing the seam of her labia, spreading her girl cum
until she was soaked and slippery.

Petal was covered with goosebumps, wanting him to put it inside her.
She wiggled her backside impatiently.

"Bryce, be good!"  she pleaded.

He hugged her and stopped teasing; spreading and penetrating her
little canal with a passionate thrust.  Petal groaned with relief and
the pleasure of being stretched and filled with cock.

Pretty soon it wasn't just warm in the bed, it was burning hot like
an oven with body heat of fucking.  Petal was grateful when Bryce
pushed off the covers.  His hands clamped on her little ass, bouncing
her up and down on his cock.

Her thighs spread as wide as they could to feel her clit grinding
into his sweaty stomach.  She knew he was getting close as his hips
lifted her high and he mashed his pelvis into her -- like he was
desperate to cum.

Petal saw fields of color explode behind her closed eyes as the good
feeling crested between her legs.  Her little cunt gripped and sucked
his thickening shaft and she trembled as he shot his load.

                                  ***

Jerry's hands were steady as he fastened a diaper at his daughter's
hips.  He was sealing her into a rich mix of baby lotion, powder and
his own jism.  When the diaper was in place he put his hand on her
cunt through its bulk and massaged her, gazing directly into her dewy
eyes.

Incredible progress, thought Noah.

"I'll leave you to dress now," he told them.  "I'm very impressed by
what's been accomplished here today.  When I see you next week we'll
discuss the session.  I expect you to perform this exercise, at least
once, on your own this week.  Jerry, you're responsible for
initiating the session at home.  It's probably best if you do it with
time to spare in the evening, or in the morning on the weekend.
Don't rush or leave it to the last minute."

He was momentarily surprised by the look of disappointment on their
faces.  Then it occurred to him that this pair was more than ready to
play out this scene more than once a week!

"Of course," he assured them, "the more often you do the exercise,
the better.  Don't limit yourselves to once a week if you think you
can manage more."

Success is sweet, he thought, seeing them relax as he delivered his
amended instruction.

He needed no reminder himself of how beneficial it was to fuck his
daughter.

It was near seven by the time he left the Danforths.  He could smell
the tantalizing aroma of butter and spices coming from the kitchen.
Bryce was not only a superior assistant and a good companion to
Petal, he was a damned good cook.

A pre-dinner fuck would be perfect, thought Noah.  The food would
taste even better with the lingering flavor of his daughter in his
mouth.

He found his assistant looking well-fucked and much happier at work
in the gourmet kitchen; barefoot and bare-chested in front of the
stove in a pair of low slung sweats.  And there was Petal.  She was
dressed just like he was except that her pants were cranberry colored
and her little feet were in fuzzy slippers.  She was sitting up on
the counter watching Bryce cook.  It was gratifying to Noah that when
she saw him enter her pretty little face lit up and her arms opened
wide to him.  He saw her glance down the front of him to his erection
and it made him even harder.

"How was your bath, my little Pet?"

Her legs wrapped around him when he hugged her and she rubbed her
warm box on his hard cock.

"Good, Daddy.  I'm Bryce's mommy now and he's my brother."

"That's wonderful, sweetheart," he told her, nuzzling her cheek as he
humped into the welcoming soft heat of her crotch.  He'd sort out
those familial relationships later.

I'll fuck her right here, he thought.

"Daddy needs his little girl," he said, sliding his hand into the
back of her fleecy pants.  Her little bottom was as soft as feathers
and reaching in further he found her wet.  It did awesome things to
his cock to feel her sticky with semen.

Her big golden brown eyes went hazy with lust as he cuddled her up to
his boner.  Other men fuck her, he thought, but this is the cock that
she craves.

He set her back down on the counter and untied his pants, stepping
out of them.  Petal, good girl that she was, quickly wriggled out of
her sweats.  She leaned back, spreading her legs to show all her
treasures.  Noah leaned over to run his tongue down her juicy little
slit and into her hole but his need was too great to dally.  His cock
had been too hard for too long.  He couldn't wait any longer to feel
it squeezed in her perfect cunt.

It never failed to amaze him how her small body opened to consume his
huge prick.  Though he'd trained her and carefully prepared her for
years, the crowning glory of fucking her when she turned six still
seemed like a miracle.  He felt like he could see the outline of his
cock through her stomach as he forced his flesh inside her tiny hole.

"Good girl," he murmured, gathering her in his arms once he was all
the way in.  The counter height was just right for working his meat
in and out of her.  "Fuck your Daddy," he groaned as he stroked
himself in the bliss of her box.

All the pent up tension of the session with Julie and her father
poured out of his balls and into his baby's cunt.


Chapter Three

Petal woke up hearing the wind, feeling cold air on her face.  Most
of her was warm.  She was wrapped in her blanket, being carried.  She
blinked and saw nothing but the dark cloth of her father's coat.  She
heard the car door open and closed her eyes.

"God, it's freezing," she heard Bryce say.

"Where's your Christmas spirit?"  her daddy laughed.

She smelled the nut-like aroma of coffee and wanted to open her eyes,
sensing an adventure about to begin.  But the climb toward waking up
all the way was too steep, especially as the car got warm and she was
rocked in her daddy's arms.

                                  ***

When her eyes opened again, it was to the glitter of sugary snow and
twinkling colored lights.  She was in the heart of Santa's Village,
in the mall.  She had never seen it like this and thought she might
be dreaming.  She and her daddy were all alone in the quiet dark of
the North Pole.

His hand was warm, rubbing her backside.

"Wake up, kitten," he said.  "It's almost time to see Santa."

Then she remembered, with a surge of happiness.

He'd told her when he put her to bed the night before that she was
going to have a special visit with Santa Claus.  Santa needed her
very badly.

"His penis is hard all the time.  It hurts because he has to hold
little girls in his lap all day long and can't touch them," her daddy
explained.  So sad, thought Petal.  She tried to imagine Santa's
penis but couldn't quite picture it.

There were no children at all here now.  Santa's house was closed and
shuttered but there was light inside it.

Her daddy had put her to bed in her baby pajamas.  She was still
wearing them; soft, thin, pink and stretchy, with footies and tiny
snaps attaching the top to the bottoms.

The thin cloth was getting damp between her legs as her daddy
fingered her notch.

She spread her legs, hugging him tighter.

"Good girl," he said, tickling her swelling bud.  It felt so good she
almost wished they were at home in bed instead of about to see Santa.

"Daddy?"

"Yes Pet."

"Is Santa still in bed?"  she asked, hoping he was.  Her father
chuckled and patted her bottom.

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

"We're ready," Bryce said.  Bryce!  When she saw him she remembered
the car and the smell of coffee.

Her father kissed her cheek.

"I want you to make Santa very happy," he said, his finger
suggestively circling her hole through the moist fabric over her cunt.

"I will," she promised.

He set her down on the wooden ramp that climbed toward Santa's house,
and tucked her blanket around her shoulders.

"Ready, sweetheart?"

She smiled and nodded, putting her hand in his.

                                  ***

Fifty-four year-old Denver Redfearn had worn a Santa suit every year
for more than a quarter of a century.  As a young man he'd done it
for extra holiday cash -- at least that's what he'd told the guys in
his dorm at school.  Later, he'd done it for worthy causes, playing
Santa for charity functions.

Later yet, as the CEO of his own development firm, he'd played St.
Nick as host to different company parties for his employees' families.

He'd come to be known as "Nick" Denver.  His long white hair, the
well-cared-for matching beard and mustache were looked on indulgently
as a rich man's eccentricity.

Through the years, the padding of his custom-made red velvet suits
concealed ever more complicated devices for wringing maximum pleasure
from the all too fleeting pressure of little girls' bottoms in his
lap.

He'd tried everything from bubble wrap that he'd coated with Crisco
and wrapped tight around his cock with elastic bandages, to fake
latex pussies.

All year long he'd relive the guilty pleasure in long, drawn-out jack
off sessions.  He could remember particular little girls, innocent
cherubs who had no idea that Santa was slowly humping them.

He imagined their babyish cunts and tiny bottoms; how that silky
tender flesh would feel on his hot hard cock.  His fantasies brought
him ecstatic orgasms and an ever increasing burden of guilt.

As autumn approached in this fifty-fourth year, "Nick" Denver
Redfearn was on the verge of a breakdown, convinced he was slowly
losing his mind.

Disdaining any form of psychiatric counseling he'd nevertheless
searched for some kind of help.

Delving deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit of pedophile
newsgroups he'd discovered the existence of a doctor he thought he
could trust.  A man whose specialty was the discreet treatment of
obsessive sexual behavior.

The man's practice was small, his fees exorbitant, and his clientele
cloaked in anonymity.

It took Denver a long time to track him down.  His practice, Denver
learned, was based near one of a cluster of malls owned by Redfearn
Development Corp.

Now he was waiting.  His drug enhanced erection was pounding between
his legs, outrageously swollen and completely exposed.  Not only had
his doctor forbidden him to conceal himself with padding, he'd
insisted that he display it.

Seven thick inches of Santa meat and a fat pair of balls in a nest of
white hair were framed by his open red pants and the white fur trim
of his coat.

                                  ***

Santa's not very fat, thought Petal.

But his cheeks were certainly rosy and his suit was beautiful with
its big furry white cuffs and...

Petal's eyes got big and her mouth dropped open.

Santa's cock!

Her daddy was letting go of her hand and lifting the blanket away
from her shoulders.  It was warm in Santa's house and Petal was red
cheeked with excitement.

She felt like the most special girl in the world.

Other children had to wait in line to see him -- but they could wait
forever and never see what she was seeing.  They could never, ever,
touch his penis.

Don't just grab Santa's cock!  she told herself, moving politely
forward with her hands clasped together and her bottom lip sucked in
her mouth.  She stood in the vee of Santa Claus's thighs and stared
at his great big rod, sighing with pleasure to see his white curly
pubic hair.  It was too much, her heart was pounding and she looked
over her shoulder for her daddy and Bryce, to make sure they were
seeing this shining moment.

Bryce's face was partly hidden behind the video cam.

"It's Santa's penis, Daddy!"  she said.

"I see, baby," he said.  "Don't you want to touch it?"

She nodded and felt her pussy getting warm and wet as she looked back
at Santa's pole.

                                  ***

God, thought Denver, don't let me die before she touches it.

Had he ever seen a more perfect child?  Her small hands hovered
uncertainly, inches from his dick, and then came to rest on his meat
like baby doves lighting on a thick, gnarled branch of wood.

Maybe I'm already dead, he thought, and I've gone to heaven.  His
cockhead was spitting lube and his balls were drawing up tight as
Petal Coward ran her dainty fingers up and down his fuck pole.

"Angel," he found his voice at last, "would you like to sit on
Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?"

She held up her arms eagerly and Denver lifted her, enchanted by the
feel of her warm little body.  At the fork of her thighs her pajamas
clung to her tiny pussy lips and he saw the darker pink spot where
her baby juices had soaked through.  She spread her legs as he lifted
her over his lap.

Almost shaking, Nick Denver held her poised a fraction of an inch
above his purpled cockhead.  He thrust upward just enough to poke the
wet spot between her legs with his knob.  He could feel the heat and
softness of her cunt through the moist cloth and almost shot his load
right then and there.  He thanked God for the little blue pills he'd
downed that were keeping him hard and hot.

                                  ***

Petal snuggled against the furry front of Santa's suit, hugging his
neck and nuzzling his soft beard.

"I want a puppy," she whispered, her hips swaying with pleasure.
Santa had unsnapped her pajamas and he was playing with her bottom as
she rubbed her bare tummy and the front of her pussy in the heavenly
fur of his coat.

"You want a puppy," he said, like it hurt.  Petal knew Santa's only
hurt was the same ache to fuck her that she felt to be balled by him.
She knew by the way his hips were moving, his cockhead dipping into
the well of moisture at the mouth of her cunt.

"I want a little boy baby doll too, Santa..."  she said, trying to
think if such a doll existed, with a soft little pee-pee that would
squirt.  Then she faltered, feeling the big plum on the top of
Santa's stick almost slide inside her.

" with a pee-pee that squirts," she finished with difficulty.

"A boy baby doll," Santa echoed.  As he said it, an upward roll of
his hips pushed him a little bit deeper, enough to make Petal feel
like she'd die if she didn't get all of it soon.  She lifted her
knees, her backside poking out at a better angle.  A meow of pleasure
came out of her as his spongy swollen knob slid in.

                                  ***

Noah gave his hard cock a brief squeeze, like a promise, as he
watched Santa's thick shaft emerge glistening from his daughter's
pussy and slowly push back in.

Her angel face, in profile, showed him her ecstasy.

She was the crowning glory of his life.

His cock leaked a stream of lube as he anticipated getting her home,
still soft and creamy from her fuck with St.  Nick.

He gave his hard-on another hard squeeze as her kittenish moans
spurred Santa to pump her harder and harder.  Noah could see how the
sausage-like cock was compressed going in and expanded again coming
out.  He knew only too well how good it felt.

Home seemed a million miles too far away -- he realized he might have
to fuck her as soon as they got in the car.

                                  ***

Petal's cunt was streaming sperm and beating with a pulse of pleasure
as her daddy laid her down on the elves' worktable.  She was
cushioned by a bed of plush stockings he'd taken from Santa's mantle.

"Daddy needs his baby girl now," he said, unzipping his pants.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she pleaded softly, pulling her pajama top up her
warm belly and chest.  She felt hot all over.

Her father's eyes on her titties made her feel like the prettiest
girl in the world.  He tickled them and Petal moaned happily.

When his big naked cock came out, her hand twisted in the soft stuff
of her shirt.  Unthinking, she plunged her thumb and the edge of the
fabric in her mouth, hips lifting.  She was drawn to her daddy's cock
like a magnet.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, angel," he said, rubbing her spermy
slit.

He's the handsomest man in the world, thought Petal, gazing at her
father with his hard penis gripped in his fist.

"I helped Santa, Daddy!"  she said, prompting the praise she was
longing for.

"I saw you help him, baby," he said, giving her a taste of his cock
in her hole.  "You were good," he assured her, pushing inward.  "So
good."

He leaned down over her and Petal only realized she was sucking her
thumb as he drew it out of her mouth and replaced it with his tongue.


Chapter Four

Petal knew, the morning she saw Bryce in his leathers at breakfast,
that he was himself again; fully recovered from the sadness of
visiting his family.  The butter-soft chaps hugged his long, muscular
legs and framed his bare cock and balls, his package once again as it
should be, secured by a thick leather cockring.  Petal paused in the
kitchen doorway, devouring the reassuring sight.  She licked her lips
as she admired his rigid shaft and the way his balls were thrust
forward like an offering.

Her father was at the table in his robe, absorbed in reading the
newspaper.  It was spread across the round wooden tabletop.  He had a
mug of steaming coffee in his hand.  The air was rich with the smell
of his favorite Sumatran brew.

Bryce saw her and smiled.

She saw his shiny black leather boots were dusted with flour, and
looking up, saw that the counter behind him was lined with mixing
bowls and ingredients for baking the Christmas cookies!

"Good morning, Mommy," he said warmly.

"Very good!"  she chirped, eyes bright.

She perched on her chair, knees on its cushion, smiling so hard it
almost hurt her cheeks, as he brought her a cup of chocolate milk.
Between seeing Bryce's beautiful hard cock, the thought of Christmas
cookies, and no school for a whole week -- Petal was beside herself.
She was sure this was going to be the best Christmas ever.

She heard her daddy's paper rustle and spared him a glance and a
smile, but her eyes were quickly drawn back to the spectacle of her
"son's" penis, now only inches away from her.  The cockring made it
stand up and beg like a dog.

With one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair,
she leaned close to it, sniffing the scent of male flesh underlying
the other delicious smells in the air.  Her pussy was waking up and
getting wet as she put out her tongue and took just a little lick
right under the inverted heart-shaped head.

She looked up and saw Bryce's dark nipples were hard, his handsome
face suffused with pleasure.

"Get down on your knees," she said, still grinning, and his eyes got
the dreamy look they always did when he was told what to do.  Even if
she didn't command him sternly, he obeyed her as if she had.

She looked at her father and saw that he was watching her, his
approval shone in his eyes.

Bryce knelt in front of her with his knees spread apart and his hands
resting on his thighs, his bound cock standing at more rigid
attention than ever.

"Lift your Mommy's nightie," she said, shivery with the power to tell
him what to do.

"Yes, little mistress," Bryce said softly.

Oh, it felt so good the way he stroked her legs as he slowly raised
her nightgown; his big gentle hands caressing her as he held the pink
flannel bunched at her waist.  Her pussy wanted his mouth!

Petal spread her knees as far apart as she could on the chair cushion.

"Lick Mommy's box," she told him, "and don't stop until she cums."

"Yes, Mommy," he said, and she thought she might cum just watching
his face get close to her notch.

His tongue slid over her closed lips and then in between them, making
her dizzy with the rush of blood to her cunt.  He circled her bud and
probed deeper, teasing her hole.  Petal gasped, wiggling in his hands
to rub herself on the soft rasp of his big tongue.

He sucked at her button and Petal ground herself on his lips.  The
feeling was too good, it was building so fast!  She clamped her hands
on his head and fucked his mouth, humping his tongue with all her
might.  Her little hips were quivering as her insides spilled hot
honey.  Petal cried out as she came.

Bryce's strong hands held her tenderly when her body went rubbery
limp.  It was the best cum she'd felt in forever.

Petal's cunt was still throbbing as Bryce kissed her tummy.  She felt
weak but wanted to cum again.

"Thank you, Mommy," he whispered reverently.

"You'd better give your mother to me, boy," Petal's father said.  "I
think she's melted."

"Yes, sir," he said and picked her up in his arms.

Too perfect, Petal thought, seeing her father's prick standing up
naked from the open front of his pajama pants; waiting for her.

"You want it, Pet?"  he asked her, stroking himself slowly.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly.

Bryce lowered her carefully and her daddy guided her descent onto his
cock.  Petal moaned softly.  Her marshmallowy cunt spread around his
knob and she sank onto him gratefully.

"Rest, baby," her father told her, kissing the top of her head.
"There's no hurry.  Daddy's going to fuck you a good long time.  You
earned it, pumpkin."

He was as good as his word, warming her insides with his cock all
through her breakfast with a slow motion fuck.

She spread her legs astride his and sipped her milk as he petted her
gently, his big hands roaming under her nightgown.  He stroked her
legs and massaged her small hips as he moved just enough to keep
letting her know she was being fucked.

Bryce set a buttery chocolate croissant in front of her, her favorite
kind.  She broke it into pieces, pulling it apart in her fingers,
into bite sized flaky pieces, as she rocked slowly on her daddy's
cock.

I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world, she thought hovering on a
blissful plateau of pleasure.  The pastry and chocolate melted in her
mouth and she feasted her eyes on Bryce's semi-naked body, getting
glimpses of hard cock as he busied himself preparing to bake.  When
he was turned away, she saw the awesome, muscled cheeks of his ass.

By the time she'd finished her croissant she was moving more
purposefully on her daddy's lap.  His hands climbed her ribs and he
pinched gently on her nipples.

"Daddy, I feel warm now," she said, squirming a little, tugging at
her nightie.

"We'll take it off, baby."  He drew it up and off over her head.  She
clenched her pussy muscles.  She needed to feel more friction in her
cunt and sighed happily when her father hugged her nude body, lifting
her higher on his pole to begin fucking her harder.

"Is that what my baby wants?"  he said, kissing the side of her face.
"To feel it moving in and out of her little baby box."

"Yes, Daddy."  She winged her thighs further apart, rolling her
pelvis.  Her clit was hard again, she could feel it poking out at the
top of her pussy.

"Boy," her father commanded Bryce, "your mother needs her pussy
licked."

"Yes, sir," the young man replied, responding at once.  Petal made a
little crying sound of happiness as his hands held her thighs apart
and his lips and tongue made contact with her hard, pulsing clit.

"Santa's going to get me a puppy," she said.  "Maybe he'll lick my
pussy, too."

She said to incite her father who groaned and poked her harder.

"I'm sure he will, baby," he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Petal knew it excited him.  She'd heard him say so to Bryce when they
didn't know she was listening.  If anyone could find the right dog,
she thought, Santa could do it.  She wasn't sure if she wanted to be
licked by a dog -- she would rather be licked by Bryce.  But she felt
proud of herself for making her daddy so hot.  His thrusting was
making her whole pelvis ache with pleasure.

                                  ***

Noah was inflamed by the thought of a dog licking his little girl's
cunt.  Soon he'd see it.

Santa was, indeed, bringing Petal her Christmas wish.

Denver Redfearn had promised him the dog would be there for Christmas
morning.  A mixed breed young pup whose pedigree was its love of
pussy.

Noah had jerked off like a horny teenager the night before, watching
the video file Redfearn sent him.  He'd watched it over and over.  It
showed the most impossibly shaggy little dog he'd ever seen, part
miniature poodle, part collie, part God only knew what else with its
white and gold fur, feasting between a woman's spread thighs.  The
little dog's big pink cock had danced and jerked with arousal the
entire time.  If he was careful, he was certain he could get Petal to
let the dog fuck her.

He gripped her tight, pumping his meat into her in a blind frenzy of
lust.

"Oh God, yes, baby," he groaned, as her body squeezed him with the
force of her climax.  So good, she was such a good girl!  He
unleashed his load in waves of bliss; his mind's eye seeing her
humped by a little mop of a dog.


Chapter Five

Not Christmas yet, thought Petal, tiptoeing through the dark house.
She peered into Bryce's room.  From the pattern of shadows and
moonlight on his bed, she knew her daddy had secured his assistant in
sleeping restraints.  The thick fabric belts held his arms and legs
spread symmetrically, knees pinned wide and flat to the mattress
under the blankets.

She could also see he was hard; the tent over his hips was the
tallest shape visible.

Soundlessly, on the padded feet of her pjs, she slipped into the room
and lifted the bottom edge of his covers, entering head first at the
foot of his bed.

In the very dark world under the blankets, she forgot her
disappointment that it wasn't morning yet.  Bryce's smell was strong
and seductive as her slow progress stirred the air that had been
scented by his cock.  She was right between his bound legs.

She couldn't see the straps that were holding his thighs and knees
apart, but she could sense them in his waking movements, the startled
shift and lurch to abrupt halt in his mere inches of freedom.  She
heard a muffled groan.

Petal touched warm bare skin, her hand on Bryce's thigh, and she
gasped as her face bumped right into his rigid penis.

Her heart beat hard with excitement as he tried to move and his dick
batted at her cheek.  A wave of fluid warmth flooded her pussy.

Better than Christmas!

She was grinning in the close dark space as she breathed in his musk
and ran both hands up his trapped thighs, her fingertips tracing the
straps that belted him to the bed.

She'd watched the Wizard of Oz with her daddy and Bryce the night
before.  She couldn't remember being put to bed and realized she must
have fallen asleep without seeing the ending.  What she remembered
best now as she tickled Bryce's balls, was seeing Dorothy find the
Tin Man.  Petal had sleepily wished that she could see his metal
penis, thinking that if she were Dorothy, she would tease him by
oiling his rusty cock first.  Then, she'd thought, she could play
with it all she liked before oiling the rest of him.

This, she thought, clutching Bryce's warm hard cock, was much nicer
than a dick made of metal!  This was her Bryce's meaty rod, real
flesh and blood; jerking in her grasp because it was happy to be
touched.  When she rubbed it on her lips, she almost laughed out loud
-- he sounded like the Tin Man before his mouth got oiled, groaning
through his gag.

She kissed and licked the damp cockhead.  She slid it in her mouth,
her pussy beginning to throb.  She wiggled her hips to push her clit
against the bunched up fleece of her pajama bottoms, making them damp
and sticky between her legs.  Bryce's cock leaked a trickle of syrupy
juice in her mouth.

He was trying to thrust.  Poor thing!  The straps wouldn't let him.
Petal let the smooth head pop out of her mouth and heard his guttural
groan that said -- let me back in!  It was deeper and hotter than any
sound ever made by the Tin Man.  Petal smiled, wickedly.  To herself,
she said, "Not yet!"

She crawled up his torso, straddling him.  She rubbed her fleece
covered box on his cock, thrilled by the hard/soft sensation.

Bryce's chest was rising and falling as Petal explored it with the
tip of her nose in the dark.  He smelled so good!  She found the hard
bump of his nipple and gave it an Eskimo kiss.

The inch or so he could move, he was thrusting at her, trying to rub
his cock harder between her legs.  He was straining so hard that the
mattress was creaking and bouncing a little.

Petal's head emerged from the covers and the room looked bright by
comparison.  She saw his handsome face, mouth forced open by the ball
gag stuffing his mouth.

"Poor Bryce," she whispered sweetly, sitting on his chest.  She
leaned forward to kiss his nose.

"I wish I could take this off now," she told him, tracing his lips.
"But daddy would be mad."

Bryce was breathing hard through his nose and he swallowed a number
of times, gazing up at her with eyes full of love.

"It's Christmas soon!"  she reminded him, and saw his eyelids lower
slowly and open to express his affection and understanding.  She
kissed his slightly whisery cheek and nuzzled his ear.  "I love you,
Brycie!"  she murmured.

Petal snuggled back deeper into the covers and Bryce made a soft
sweet sound of pleasure as she glided over his chest and bumped his
cock with her fleecy bottom.

I could fuck him if I want to, she thought.  I could do anything I
want!  She grinned and snuck her hand slowly into his vulnerable
armpit.  His body jerked so hard in spite of the restraints that she
nearly fell off him.

"Hold still!"  she warned him in a whisper.  She began a new assault
on his warm pit, tickling the soft hairs.  She lowered her pajama
clad cunt on his erection, trapping it between her covered pussy lips.

Petal wasn't sure why it felt so good to torture Bryce with tickles,
she only knew that it did, that she loved his helplessness.  It felt
good to him too, she knew, in spite of his moans and whimpers; his
dick was pulsing against her cunt.  She thought about making him cum.

In my mouth!  she decided.  With a barely suppressed laugh she
stopped tickling and started to turn around on top of him.  For just
a moment she straddled his head and rubbed her warm damp crotch on
his face.

Bryce lifted his head, rubbing his mouth between her legs.  It felt
good to her, but Petal had other plans.

She burrowed downward, head first, back under the blankets.

She splayed her body astride his chest and cuddled up to his penis.
She rubbed her cheek on his shaft and lifted the mounds of his
testicles in her hands, feeling the eggs move in their silky sac.
She could hear the distant sound of him moaning softly.

Petal made herself comfy, cosy, on top of him; she was sinking deep
into a daze of lust.

She rocked her spread pussy on his chest, humping a little fold in
her pjs.  She opened her mouth around the dripping head of his cock,
hungry for his cum.

Comforting, arousing; the flavor and texture of sperm.  Her longing
and love for it had been carefully nurtured by her father.  The taste
and feel of his dick had mingled with her favorite foods.  Memories
deeper than she had words for; being warm, being loved, the slippery
feel of his juicy cockhead rubbing her tongue, the taste of happiness
and pleasure.

Covering her teeth with her lips, she clamped on the moist bulb of
Bryce's cock and sucked like she could make him give milk.  Doing
this soaked her in pleasure; her tongue swirled to cull the juice
from his slit.  Her little hands moved with a will of their own,
exploring his nuts and squeezing his rod, like an infant clutching at
the breast as it nurses.  She rubbed up and down his shaft to urge
the flow that she craved.

Bryce drenched her mouth in hot sperm.

It pulsed out of him, welling her cheeks and spilling out of her lips
as she struggled to drink it all down.  She sucked in bliss as a
tremor shook her; her tiny womb contracting in spasms as she climaxed
hard and deep.

A temporarily sated Petal fell back to sleep with her head nested in
Bryce's groin, her hand clutching his soft damp penis to her cheek.


Chapter Six

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 strong little six
year-old legs in deep knee bends, up and down his dick, faster and
faster until she was hopping like a 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.

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 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 juice 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.


Chapter Seven

Petal shone among the other girls at the party, Noah thought.  Not
only was she the most adorable child, she alone was completely aware
of and engaged in her surroundings.

The annual Father & Daughter Christmas party was an event hosted by
Noah's former teacher and one time mentor, Barton Davis.  Dr. Davis
enjoyed bringing his followers together to celebrate their own
particular family lifestyle choice.  Noah was no longer a follower
but he was still a friend.

Their relationship had been strained at times through the years by
increasing professional differences.  But they remained friends and
made an effort to put aside their differences at Christmas.

A dozen men and their daughters were ranged on couches covered with
red velvet spreads in Barton Davis's Victorian-flavored parlor.  The
men were in robes, their daughters, for the most part, still in their
dresses.

The rustling of slips and hands stealing under skirts had begun and
was picking up intensity as the dads drank.

The girls, ranging in age from eight to eighteen, had been
dreamy-eyed during dinner and were beginning to get the overall
glazed looked that reminded Noah of why he'd strayed from his
teacher's methods.  He liked his daughter conscious.

Noah expected to see a lot more bare skin soon, judging from past
years' gatherings.

Once food had been eaten and Santa arrived, panties generally started
dropping.  Not long after that, he knew, a number of the young misses
who were now sitting on their daddys' knees would end up tied to one
of Barton Davis's infamous fuck platforms.  The cushioned, tiltable
boards looked innocent enough until a body was strapped in by the
arms and thighs.

Barton's own daughter, Clarissa, now eighteen years old, was usually
the first to assume the position.  At the moment she was still fully
clothed and circulating the room with a tray of after dinner drinks.

Noah still hadn't made up his mind if he wanted to see a certain
little miss of his own strapped to one of the platforms.  She was
busily darting from "uncle" to "uncle," showing off her little white
panties, printed with tiny candy canes.  She had come to roost
between their host's thighs.

Petal's party dress was black velvet, smocked across her chest, under
puffed sleeves.  It hung in luxurious soft pleats to a level that
offered glimpses of panties every time she moved.  She was now
holding up the hem of the dress and pointing to candy canes.  Barton
Davis looked where she pointed.  Noah's saw his stiff cock lift the
front of his robe.  So did Petal, who slid her hand inside to cop a
feel.

Barton had always been a distinguished looking man, in Noah's
opinion.  Now in his fifties, he'd reached an age that matched his
demeanor, he thought, as he watched him succumb to Petal.  Who could
resist her?  Obviously not Barton, who was now kissing the top of her
head and admiring the crotch of her panties with his finger as she
stroked his pole.

Among his and Barton's disagreements, were the pros and cons of using
a girl who wasn't conscious of how she was used.  Noah agreed that it
had an illicit appeal, but in his opinion, it dulled quickly.  He
preferred the erotic surprises and lively energy of his daughter.

His own cock was ramrod stiff.  Not just from watching his beautiful
girl child fondled, or the sight of her handling her "uncle's" goods.
Noah knew that Santa was on his way.  Denver Redfearn was suiting up
in one of the upstairs bedrooms at that very moment and would soon be
presenting Petal with "Rags."

Noah savored the way things had worked out, once again, as if guided
by a beneficent unseen hand.  A perfect job for the man known as St.
"Nick" Denver; the perfect second step in his therapy.  And an ideal
opportunity to bring his own beloved daughter to the next step of her
development.

Rags was going to help insure that his little girl's burgeoning
libido was fed.  It was partly an effect of her hormone treatments
and partly her nature, but it had to be taken care of and Noah was
selective about the men he allowed to fuck her.  With Rags properly
trained, as he apparently was, his baby would be almost guaranteed a
fuck whenever she wanted it.

His lust for seeing it happen, he told himself, was incidental.

Each father had provided Santa with a gift to give his daughter.
Lingerie, dildos and vibrators were always popular gifts and tended
to take the party in the direction the men wanted to go.

Noah was trying, and failing, to stop picturing Rags licking the
candy canes off his baby's panties.

He'd finally seen the big ragamuffin pup.  A scruffier mop of a mutt
would be hard to imagine.  But he was appealing, in his own way.
Shiny and clean, and his fur very soft even if some of it was curly
and white and some of it was straight and gold.  He would look cute
to a little girl, Noah thought, with his big brown eyes and the big
red bow tied to his collar.

The only man present who wasn't lounging in some kind of robe or
dressing gown, was Bryce.  He was encased in leather; his own private
form of protest.

There was no love lost between Noah's assistant and his former
teacher.

Holidays, thought Noah with a sigh, there's always some kind of
tension.  He felt like the father of a rebellious son, visiting
Grandpa's house.  Though he knew that Bryce in general, and his
outfit in particular, was annoying to Barton, it amused him to see
how the young girls stole looks at the severely dressed young man and
were drawn to him, either shyly or brazenly.

They may be drugged, he thought, but they're not stupid.  Given a
chance, in this brief unstructured time, their eyes strayed to the
youngest and most handsome man in their midst.  Petal had shown her
magnanimity by giving up Bryce's lap to those less fortunate than
herself who didn't own their own slave.

His assistant, seated in an armchair nearby Noah, currently had a ten
year-old girl named Heather astride his leg and a girl perched on
either arm of his chair.  Young Heather, inhibitions undone and
libido spiked by drugs, had walked up to Bryce with big hazel eyes
full of lust and the end of her wheatcolored ponytail in her mouth.
Unconscious of what she was doing, she'd lifted her red satin party
dress and tried to mount his leg.  Noah had been relieved to see that
his assistant, though contemptuous of the methods employed on these
girls, was sensitive to their needs.  He'd helped her straddle his
thigh and was petting her as she rocked her excited little pussy on
his leg.

Noah imagined Bryce's black leather pants would be milky with little
girl cum by the time the party was done.  He signaled his assistant
that it was almost time to get the video camera rolling.

                                  ***

Rags sensed the excitement of the day in the red ribbon tied in a bow
under his chin.  He'd learned it was best to obey big men with
leashes in their hands.  Good, because they often guided him to the
smell and taste of pussy.  He was happy but suspicious of being free
of his cage, and the over crowded room confused him.  Pussy
everywhere, and food!  It was more than his walnut brain could
process.  Too much noise!  Too many smells!

Then out of the sensory confusion the perfect smell appeared, and
perfect sensation.  A little hand was putting a delicious biscuit in
his mouth and he was smelling one particular pussy, like graham
crackers and milk.  Gentle arms hugged his neck and a loving voice
whispered in his ear.

"You're mine!"

Rags, the dog, would have echoed the words if he was able.  He spoke
the dog equivalent, pressing his muzzle between a pair of fragrant
thighs, and finding the source of the perfect aroma.  His dog heart
filled with love and his penis emerged like a spear of pink passion.
Little fingers scratched behind his ears as the tasty pussy rubbed
his snout.

                                  ***

Santa Claus hadn't failed her!  Petal was weak-kneed and trembly,
covered with goosebumps like she was being tickled all over.  Rags's
warm furry muzzle was planted between her legs, his tongue
frantically licking the crotch of her panties.  The cloth was soaked
with her stickiness and her puppy's spit.

She buried her fingers in Rags's soft fur and lifted his head to look
at his handsome face.

"I love you," she told him and scratched him behind his furry ears as
his nose poked back down to her box.  She had slid to her feet
between Santa's legs so she could hug her dog and now gazed up at the
white-haired, white-bearded man, melting with gratitude.

"Thank you, Santa!  I knew you could do it."

He petted her hair and Petal saw Santa's big cock jump with needing
to be squeezed.  It was straining with eagerness out of his open
pants, little bubbles of precum dripping from its ruby slit.  Petal's
mouth watered and she wrapped her hand around it, leaning on him to
steady herself under the force of Rags's loving attack.  It felt so
good!

She licked Santa's cockhead and then pursed her lips around his knob
to suck his juice, trying to get more cock spit out of his hole.  He
groaned and thrust into her hand, poking her mouth and Petal thought
she must be the only little girl lucky enough to see Santa twice in
one Christmas.  She put her hand on his fat balls to jiggle his eggs
while she sucked him.

Even though she wanted to feel Santa Claus spurt in her mouth, she
let go of his dick as she started to cum.  Moaning, she arched her
back, spreading her legs as the seizure of pleasure gripped her.  She
held her big puppy's head as the last spasm shivered through her, to
stop his assault.

Rags gazed up at her through his shaggy gold fringe and whimpered.

Her daddy appeared.

"Did you see!"  she gasped, grateful to be lifted up in his hands,
praying he'd seen everything.

"Daddy saw, baby."  His voice caressed her, so deep and loving, and
aroused.  "I'm glad you got your wish from Santa, Pet."

Petal was happy to see Rags trotting at her daddy's heels, looking up
at her.  She smiled at him over her father's shoulder.

                                  ***

Noah was dying to plunge his cock into Petal's wet cunt but he wanted
to deepen her bond with Rags; take advantage of the special moment
for her by imprinting the goodness of fucking her dog.  He lay her
belly down on the plush ottoman of Bryce's armchair.

His assistant was flushed and as rampantly aroused as he was, he saw,
but serious faced and kneeling in readiness, intuiting Noah's
intention.

"I'm so happy for you, Mommy," Bryce told Petal, bending down to kiss
her cheek, stroking her back, as Noah removed her sodden panties.

"Did you see him lick me?"  she asked, propping up on her elbows.  As
ever, Noah was moved by his daughter's joy and by Bryce's devotion to
her.

"I saw every lick," he assured her.

"Baby," said Noah, stroking her bare bottom.  He was in agony of
wanting her, but resisted.

Rags was whimpering, his big pink dick seemed as torturously hard as
Noah's own.  It looked much too big for his body.  He was only a mid
sized dog, but was hung with the meaty seven inch of cock of one of
his anonymous ancestors.

"Look at your puppy, sweetheart," said Noah.  "He's suffering."

Petal turned her bright blonde head to see.  Her little jaw dropped
and her eyes got big.

"See how swollen and hard his penis is, baby?"  he said, allowing
himself to finger the tight warm pussy he wanted so badly to fuck,
trying not to think about his own suffering.

"It's so pink!"  she exclaimed.

The big pup darted his head forward to lick his new mistress's face.
Petal cooed sympathetically and wrapped her arm around his neck.  The
poor dog started humping the air as she kissed him.

"Don't worry, Rags," she told him softly.  "I'll be just like a
little girl dog for you.  I'll never let you be lonely!"

"Good girl," Noah praised, as he positioned her hips.  He added a
small pillow under them to lift her a little bit higher.  "Daddy and
Bryce will be right here helping you, Pet.  Don't be afraid."

                                  ***

Rags's penis was beautiful!  Bubble gum pink with raspberry
highlights.  Petal could still see it in her mind as it spread her
box wide and pushed inside.

Rags needed her bad!  She was so full of hot cock!

His fur was soft, tickling her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

The sweet feeling of being stuffed with a thrusting prick made her
moan with happiness.  Even better, at last she was feeling humping
motions she had dreamt of.  Rags was fucking her hard and fast, like
a dick on springs.

His hump, the knot of his penis was bumping her swollen button,
making it harder and harder.  Each bump sent currents of heat through
her pussy and belly.  She was greedy for more and kept lifting her
bottom to feel his bulge hit her clit.

She could smell Bryce's leather and his crotch.  He was kneeling
right in front of her, his hands by her sides as he covered Rags's
paws.  Petal wished she could bite Bryce's leather clad hard-on as
the good feeling grew inside her.

"Fuck me, Rags," she groaned.  Her cunt and clit were being pounded
harder and harder.

Then suddenly, the big knot that had been ramming her bud, went into
her vagina, forced inside by her puppy's frantic humping.

Petal nearly swooned as her cunt locked around the ballooning penis.

"Daddy," she cried.

"It's okay, baby," he murmured close to her ear.  "It's how Rags
shows you he loves you.  Doesn't it feel good, baby, filling you up?"

It did feel good!  Like a big wave at the beach, lifting and taking
her up and up.  She seemed to feel Rag's spunk pouring inside her and
knew he was in ecstasy of loving her.  The pressure was intense.

"I'm cumming, Daddy," she moaned as the pleasure sent chills through
her body.

"Good girl."  His voice was sweet in her ear.

Petal's whole body pulsed with her climax.  She grabbed hold of Bryce
like she might wash away, hugging him, rubbing her mouth on his stiff
dick through his pants, breathing its comforting smell mixed with
leather.  She licked and bit at his cock as another wave of cumming
hit her.

I love my Bryce, she thought, I love my daddy.  I love my Rags, she
screamed inside as her body convulsed with cumming again.

                                  ***

Noah planted his cock for a handful of blissful thrusts in his
daughter's cream-filled box.  It was only force of will that had kept
him from jerking himself off to climax while watching his baby writhe
through multiple orgasms, tied to her dog.

He added what felt like a quart of his own cream to the load in her
tight slick pussy.  His assistant, he knew, had unloaded his gun in
his pants under the onslaught of Petal's crazed lips and teeth.


Chapter Eight

Petal felt sad when the holidays ended and she had to go back to
school.  She tried to pay attention in class and do her coloring
exercise, not daydream about how much fun Christmas had been.

Color in the red things, she thought.  There was a flower on the
page, a traffic light, a tree...

The big crayon was pretty, bright red; it looked yummy.

If I had a penis, she thought, this is how big it might be.  She
imagined her bud growing bigger and bigger until it was the size of
the crayon and shifted in her seat.  How would it look if she had a
penis?  she wondered.

Taking a quick survey of her dozen classmates with their heads bent
over their drawing books, she decided to try an experiment.

Slowly, she worked the crayon into her panties and lodged the flat
end against her button.  The pointy end stretched the cloth out like
she had a big hard-on, she thought.  The pressure on her clit felt so
good, it sent a ribbon of heat straight up her belly.

Carefully, Petal pulled her skirt up her thighs so she could see her
"erection."  It looked as good as it felt, she thought, with its
pointy head making a pinkish bulge through the strained cloth.  She
squeezed the crayon head and thrust her little hips, pretending she
was a horny boy.

So good!

Now I know how they feel, she thought, thrilled by the sensation of
pumping her hips and making her penis poke out.

That's when she heard Sheila Carson shriek, and she jumped.  The
crayon slipped and smacked flat against her now wet lips.

"Petal has a crayon in her panties!"  Sheila was broadcasting
hysterically.

"No, I don't," she lied, and meant to fish it out quickly.  But the
slippery round barrel felt so good rolling against her clit that she
wiggled it on her bud instead of pulling it out.

                                  ***

Neal Granger, the school's twenty-something male nurse was
computerizing the medical records; a project he fine-tuned daily.
There wasn't a lot of actual nursing to do at this job.  He'd been
hired for both his emergency medical training and computer skills.

Three windows were up on his screen.  Two were medical histories
files, the third, positioned so it could be hidden quickly behind the
others, displayed a video stream from PedoDr.com; a twelve year-old
girl being given a pelvic exam.

Neal's cock was bone hard in his pants.  He stroked it slowly,
teasingly, hidden by the lab coat that he always wore.  He had a kind
of routine since he'd taken this job, of keeping himself turned on
with pictures through the morning and then jacking off at lunch time.
Though his actual sex life was plain vanilla, he got off on a
variety of fetishes, including kiddie porn when he could find it.  If
his girlfriend knew, he thought, she'd kill him.

The sound of a child's cry echoing in the hallway put him on alert.
He heard the distraught voice of Mrs. Winston, the first grade girl's
teacher, scolding a student, and his hand moved to the delete key,
just to be on the safe side.  The PedoDr.  image dissolved as the
door to the infirmary flew open.

Petal Coward, in tears, was being dragged in by the hand.  Mrs.
Winston, face bright red, thrust the little girl forward.

"This child," she stammered, "may have a crayon in her vagina."  The
middle-aged woman's face turned an even darker shade of red as she
uttered the V-word.  "We may have to take her to the emergency
room..."

"Calm down," said Neal, finding his best professional voice, even as
part of his brain was doing cartwheels and telling him that he was
about to star in a PedoDr.  pictorial.

He picked up the little girl, who, in his opinion, was the cutest
nymphette the school had to offer, taking her away from the flustered
teacher.  He whisked her into the examining area, quickly pulling the
privacy curtain shut.

"Just wait there, Mrs. Winston," he instructed.  "We'll know soon
enough if there's any emergency here."

"Don't be frightened, Petal," he told the child, hugging her briefly,
reveling in the feel of her little body in his arms.  Her dangling
leg brushed his hard cock and he knew he'd replay the moment a
thousand times in his head.

Willing himself not to grin like an idiot, he positioned her on the
sterile sheet that covered the vinyl cushioned table.  Almost holding
his breath, he lifted her short plaid skirt.

"It's all right, Mrs. Winston," Neal said, staring at the child's
almost nude pelvis.  The crayon distorted the moist-looking crotch of
her tiny bikini pants.  Four inches of crayon lay between her pussy
lips like a hot dog overshooting a bun, the pointy tip poking up like
she had a small dick.  "The crayon's just...in her panties," he said.

"Thank God," the woman gasped.  "I've got to report this to the
headmaster," she said.  "Take her to his office when you're done.  I
can't have her in class, the girls are upset."

                                  ***

Petal wasn't crying any more.  Not since she'd felt the young man's
hard penis brush her leg.

Nurse Granger was nice, she thought.  Not handsome, like her daddy
and Bryce, but kind-looking.  He had big brown eyes that were staring
at her crotch.

"Petal," he said, gently, and touched the crayon.  "It's not good to
put things in your underpants.  You could hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry," she said.  She half hid her face with her raised skirt,
ashamed that she'd done something bad.

The extra pressure of his fingertips was making the slick crayon
tickle her bud.  Petal saw how fascinated he seemed, his cheeks
coloring up as he toyed with it.  He was definitely suffering, she
thought.  He needed a little girl.

He stopped touching and took a deep breath, offering her a slight
smile.

"I'm going to remove the crayon now and examine your vagina," he told
her as he plucked a pair of gloves from a dispenser.  "Just relax,
Petal, I'm not going to hurt you."

She watched curiously as he arranged a tray with cotton balls, metal
prongs, and squirted something from a tube into a metal dish.  What
was he going to do?  Her pussy felt ticklish with anticipation.

He lifted the edge of her panties with the tip of his finger and
slowly slid the crayon out of her moist valley.  It felt teasing and
wonderful to Petal; her little pussy tried to follow the crayon, her
hips rising a little to feel the sliding sensation for as long as she
could.

Nurse Granger's eyes were burning on her box, but then he glanced up
at her face, his eyebrows lifted.  Petal was afraid she'd shocked him
and she reminded herself that this wasn't a special visit arranged by
her father.  She shouldn't act as if it was.  She wished it was a
special visit as she watched him drop her crayon on a silver tray.

She felt sure that Nurse Granger wanted and needed a special little
girl.

She couldn't see his erection but she was sure she'd felt it; his
cock sticking up like a sausage in his pants, alongside his fly.  He
probably really wants to squish it inside me, she thought.

Her daddy had told her many times not to let strange men touch her or
know how special she was.  But this wasn't a strange man; he was the
school nurse!

She kept her legs together after he'd slid her panties off and
waited, uncertain how to behave.  He took her knees in his hands and
coaxed them open slowly.

"Good girl," he said, and she nearly melted.

She couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure when his gloved fingers
spread her lips apart.  He bent down low to look at her cunt.  His
nose was going to poke her if he got any closer, she thought, lifting
her head to look at him looking.

Petal laid her head back down and bit her bottom lip, feeling a drop
of honey bubble out of her.

Oh please, touch me, she begged silently; a nervous, excited tremor
running through her clit, exposed and stared at, but untouched.  Her
little bud was pulsing.

"Relax Petal," he said again, reaching to pick up the metal prongs,
using them to pluck a cotton ball from the dispenser.  He dipped it
in the wet stuff on the tray.

"I'm going to touch you now," he told her.  "Don't be frightened."

Yes!

He circled her nub with the moistened cotton ball and it throbbed
with pleasure.  Petal's eyes closed and she almost purred as the soft
sticky thing rubbed her clit, over and over again.  Then it moved
downward tracing the inner line of her labia, all the way down until
it tickled her hole!

Petal's whole crotch was moist and hungry by then.

She was so grateful, she groaned when he used his finger to prod at
the moist cup of her vagina, stirring her girl cum.  He pushed inside
-- just a little at first, then a little bit more.  Torture!  But so
good.

She wondered if this was how Bryce felt when he was tied down and she
played with his cock.  In a way she wished she was tied down, so she
wouldn't have to make herself hold still!

His fingertip barely entering her vagina was making her crazy.  Petal
couldn't stand the slow tease one more second and she strained
upward, sighing with relief as his big finger penetrated.  Her mound
was in the palm of his hand and she happily hugged the digit buried
inside her with the muscles of her cunt.

He made a suffering noise and Petal saw him press his hips flush to
the side of the table.  She knew he was trying to get the friction he
needed on his cock.  So sad that she couldn't do more to help him!

"Do you have any pain?"  he asked her, his voice sounded rough as he
moved his finger deep inside her and rubbed his penis on the table.
He was doing it slowly but she could see his hips rocking.

"No," Petal said, lifting her bottom even though she knew that she
shouldn't; she just had to.

Breathing harder he started to really fuck her with his finger and
work his cock faster.

When Petal realized that he was going to spurt any second, right in
his pants -- she rubbed her box more urgently into the palm of his
hand -- arching upward and rotating her hips, craving the tingling
heat of cumming.

The young nurse grunted and the passionate sound lit a flame in the
six year-old's cunt that spread through her pelvis; her tiny womb
contracting in rhythmic spasms as sweet fire enveloped her.

                                  ***

Neal humped the padded vinyl, praying, at first that she didn't know
what he was doing, then mindlessly as he got close to shooting his
load.  He had to hurry!  He kept imagining he heard footsteps or the
creak of the doors swinging open, that he was about to get caught
with his finger jamming her pie.

His orgasm was frighteningly intense; out of control.

The innocent little thing was humping his hand like a whore, like she
couldn't get enough.  It was sending his brain and his balls into
overload.  Neal couldn't have stopped to save his life as he neared
what felt like it would be the hottest cum of his life.

When her miniature cunt sucked his finger in climax, he ground his
spurting dick into the padded table, soaking his pants in hot sperm.

                                  ***

A very unfortunate incident.  Very unfortunate.

Richard Carson informed his secretary that he would keep Petal Coward
in his office until her father arrived to get her, and, he added, he
didn't want to be disturbed.  He and the child would be discussing
delicate matters.

As he waited for her, he nervously considered where in the office he
could fuck her.  He needed to fuck her.  Badly.  In the two weeks
since he'd tasted her six year-old cunt with his cock, he'd thought
of little else but his next session with her.

He'd been in therapy with Dr. Coward for close to a year and his
compulsions had lessened but not gone away.  At least, he thought, he
no longer desired his own daughter.  Fucking Petal Coward seemed to
have cured him of that.  He now looked at Sheila and wished she were
Petal.

The only possible place, he thought, scanning his office, was the
alcove lined with books; somewhat hidden, at least from the doorway.
There.  His eyes played over the old-fashioned library ladder that
was mounted on wheels to give him access to the highest shelves.  He
pictured Petal Coward standing on a convenient rung with her skirt up
and her panties down.  Downy bare bottom.  Ready to be fucked.

He forced himself to think of the hysterical Mrs. Winston to keep
some semblance of control.  She was demanding that Petal Coward be
removed permanently from her class.  She was a restless, inattentive
girl, though smart.  This wasn't the first incident.  Mrs. Winston
had come to him privately to complain that she thought Petal was
masturbating during storytime.  In the first week of school, another
little girl in her class had told Mrs. Winston that Petal was
touching herself, "down there," in the lavatory.

What would he tell Noah?  So far, he'd been able to keep the teacher
from generating a formal report that might lead to an investigation
of her home life.  Thank God, Carson thought, this was not a public
school!

His wife, he knew, would be every bit as shocked and hysterical as
the first grade teacher was, when she found out, as she no doubt
would, from Sheila.

Damn!

A crayon, of all things, he thought and was right back in the thick
of his lust, imagining the horny little child stimulating herself
with a cherry-red crayola.

                                  ***

School was turning out to be almost as much fun as Christmas, Petal
thought.  The book jackets on the shelf in front of her were blurring
into a field of colors as her eyes half shut with dreamy pleasure.
She held tight to the ladder rung near her chin as she was lifted on
tippy toes by Mr. Carson's big uncircumcised cock entering her.

She'd never dreamed that the infirmary would be so much fun!  Even if
Nurse Granger was a little bit shy.  He'd hidden from her to clean
himself after his cum but then he'd washed Petal's notch with a warm
wet cloth.  That had felt very nice.  And he'd patted her dry
carefully, pronouncing her "as good as new."

She'd hugged him when he lifted her off the table and he had given
her a kiss, right on her lips!

If only school was always like this -- just visiting the infirmary
and being fucked in the headmaster's office.  She'd be happy every
day.

Mr.  Carson's fists were gripping the ladder to either side of her
and he was grunting, his prick jogging in quick, needy thrusts.

                                  ***

The six year-old was happy on the inside when her father informed her
that she wouldn't be going back to school.  She hid her joy because
he was so serious.  Not easy to pretend she wasn't happy, especially
since he'd come straight from his session to join her and Bryce in
the bath.  His face was full of concern but his beautiful cock was
heavy and extended when he took off his clothes.  It swung powerfully
between his legs as he stepped into the tub.

Bryce had come to get her from the headmaster's office.  It had been
very exciting to be carried out of school in his leather-jacketed
arms.

Children had peeked out at them from every open door they passed.
Petal heard whispers of "crayon."  She knew the whispers were aimed
at her but she didn't care.  She was proud of being carried by the
handsome young man and knew herself to be the envy of every girl who
saw them.

"A crayon, Mommy?"  he'd said, fastening Petal into her seatbelt in
the car.  In spite of his slightly scolding tone, he'd put his hand
up her skirt to pet her while the car was warming up, stirring his
fingertip in the load of jism soaking her.

"Was I very bad?"  she'd asked him.  "Is my daddy mad at me?"

"Of course not, Pet.  He's worried about you."

Bryce kissed the top of her head and then he'd slid her wet panties
off of her.

"He would have come to get you himself, if he could have.  You're
awfully wet, Mommy."

"Mr.  Carson's sperms," she'd said.  Bryce had sighed.

Her daddy's assistant was always well prepared.  He'd opened one of
the many zippered pockets of his motorcycle jacket and from between
the metal teeth had extracted a fluffy pink washcloth.

For my wet pussy!  she'd thought, watching him fold it in thirds.
She'd lifted her skirt so he could tuck it between her legs.  Soft
and sweet and dry, to absorb the spunk that was dripping out of her.

"Does that feel better, Mommy?"  Bryce asked as he'd tickled her
gently through the cloth.

"Yes, baby," she'd answered, gazing up into his loving eyes.

Petal had been as happy as happy could be.

                                  ***

Noah laid the blame for his daughter's lust squarely on his own
shoulders.  He reproached himself for not anticipating the effect on
her of long boring hours at school.

At the same time he was annoyed that something as small as a crayon
could be considered so scandalous.

Nevertheless, he would take Richard Carson's advice and sign the
papers requesting Petal's withdrawal from school.  It was best to
avoid having any kind of official report made of the incident.

Time to find Petal a new school, or to consider home schooling, he
decided.  The latter option was appealing and yet he hated to isolate
her from her peers.  Little interest as she seemed to have in them,
he still wanted her to have every opportunity to be with other
children.

His own day had been challenging.  He was working with a young father
who'd traveled from Paris with his two year-old daughter.  Pierre
Gitane and Nicole.  She was a beautiful child, with her father's dark
hair, deep brown eyes, and pale skin.

They'd begun a series of intensive training sessions.  Very sensitive
work.  The emergency call from Pet's school had been very distressing
to cope with in the middle of it.  He thanked God for Bryce.

The session in the training nursery had proceeded.  Sensitive but
rewarding work.  Fortunately, they'd been in Play Area One when the
call came, the child absorbed and busy with toys as Noah had listened
to Richard Carson recount the incident and heard him out on the
subject of removing Petal from the school.

He'd swiftly dispatched Bryce to go get her.

Play Area One was a cushioned, waterproof playpen.

Hugging one corner was a rubbery shelf loaded with pliable plastic
toys, some loose, some attached.

In between two attached toys, an inflated banana and a rubber horse,
was a rubber orifice of adjustable height, designed for the insertion
of an erect penis.

Nicole's father's uncircumcised cock protruded an impressive seven
hard inches when he'd positioned himself in place; shiny with a coat
of strawberry flavored lube so that a little girl would only taste
something sweet when she mouthed it or licked her own fingers after
playing with it.

Where Pierre knelt, with his cock on display, the wall of the chamber
dipped down to allow him access to her anywhere she wandered in the
pen.

Little Nicole had been naked, free of her diaper and very happy about
it.  Noah, who'd overseen the diaper removal, had successfully guided
the anxious father in caressing his baby girl openly, without
pretense, for the very first time.

It had stirred him deeply to see the young man's passion for his
daughter overcome his fear, to see him gently finger her tiny
genitals and stimulate her with his tongue.

"Very good," he'd praised, watching Pierre's suck tenderly on her
cunt.  "She's a beautiful baby and she loves her daddy."

It had been an emotional session for both men as the two year-old's
father kissed and licked her perfect vagina to his heart's content,
holding her chubby thighs in his hands as she cooed and wiggled.

Was there any more satisfying work in the world?  Noah asked himself.
Invariably, the answer was no when he witnessed compelling scenes
like this.

Nicole hadn't fussed when he'd affixed the electrode to her baby
clit.  If she had he would have diapered her to protect it.  But she
seemed unconcerned, and unaware of its presence; thrilled by her
nakedness.

Nicole played in the toy-filled pit, reassured by the sight of her
daddy who was right there, smiling and encouraging her, while Noah
controlled the stimulation of her bud.

Even as he'd listened to Richard Carson, Noah's gaze hadn't wavered
from the naked little cherub at play; his hand secure on the remote
control.  He'd watched her sample handling of the toys, including her
father's penis.  With the application of gentle surges, he'd rewarded
her every time she touched her daddy's cock.

Off the phone, at last, he'd forced himself to put his own worries
aside and concentrate on his clients.

"Talk to her, Pierre.  Tell her what a good girl she is when she
touches you."

He'd murmured to her in French and the adorable child had laughed as
she gripped her daddy's slick rod.  This was the heart of Noah's
technique, the foundation of his therapies.  So simple, he thought,
carefully guiding her to handle the sensitive organ correctly.

It worked, he knew, because it was an amplification of the child's
own desire to play with her father's genitals.

He was doing nothing more than heightening the pleasure she got from
touching the penis.  No toy in the playpen had drawn her like the
living flesh of her own father.

The session appeared on its surface to be geared toward the child but
it was, in fact, designed to subtly condition the parent.

Isolation of his penis, seeing his cock in a colorful display of
toys, alleviated a father's anxiety -- which in turn alleviated the
child's.  Noah had observed very early in his career, that most men
couldn't put their dicks in a young daughter's hands without feeling
they were giving her something dirty to play with.  Their guilt
inhibited them and their daughters responded to the negativity.

Play Area One was designed to encourage the girl's natural urges and
to relax her father.  Seeing his baby's joy in handling his penis had
a profound effect on a guilt-ridden father.

"Thrust your prick, Pierre," Noah instructed.  "A baby likes it to
move."

The young Frenchman had cautiously begun to slide his cock back and
forth in the tight hole.  This too had its use.  While a child was
too young for intercourse, the father had to be taught ways to get
relief for his needy dick while accepting her limitations.

Baby Nicole had giggled excitedly when the meaty shaft moved.  She
tried to hold on, laughing as it slid through her fingers.

"Mon Dieu," Pierre had moaned softly, driven wild by her sticky
little fists as he fucked the tight rubber ring.  His little girl,
stimulated by Noah, had wrung his cock harder and harder.

Noah had turned off the juice as Nicole's own arousal took over.  The
ingenious child, feeling a need for pressure between her legs, had
gotten on her knees in the corner of the pen, using both hands to aim
the poking head of her new favorite toy at her pussy.  She'd yelped
excitedly every time it made contact with her clit.

Pierre's thrusts had become erratic, his breathing labored as his
leaking cockhead slid between her tender lips.

When Noah knew the man was close to erupting, he'd turned the remote
back on, triggering the child's orgasm.

A better consummation of their initial work session would be hard to
conceive of, he reflected.  The child had cum as her daddy's sperm
splashed her vulva.

Now Noah had his own baby to think of.  She and Bryce and Rags had
been out to play in the snow.  Noah had seen the worn out puppy sound
asleep on the hearth in the family room.  He'd found Petal and Bryce
getting warmed up in the bath.

Rosy-cheeked, with her eyes shining, his baby girl had come to roost
in his lap in the deliciously steamy bath.  Though he studied her
carefully for signs of distress when he told her he was taking her
out of school, he saw that she was only concerned for him.

"Don't worry, Daddy," she said, lathering his chest with a bar of
soap almost too big for her small grasp.  Noah sighed, seduced by her
and the blessed effect of warm water.  He leaned back in the molded
seat to rest his head.  Petal's angelic face was a joy to his eyes.
Her smooth bottom, moving near his cock was teasing him into full
erection.

Bryce had taken one of Noah's feet in hand and was massaging it,
expertly.  Once again, his little family was draining every care in
the world from him.  He thought vaguely of Barton Davis's accusations
that Bryce was a homosexual, that his devotion to Noah was based on
sexual attraction.

"And your point is..."  Noah had countered his old teacher's
comments.  Let Barton Davis bristle over it all he liked, Noah was
more than content to be attended to by Bryce.  Much better than
inciting his daughter's jealousy with the presence of another female.

He thought back to Dierdre, the young woman who'd been with him
briefly before Bryce.  A disaster.  She and Petal had competed
viciously for his attention.  Dierdre hadn't understood that there
was no contest.

His daughter was the love of his life.

                                  ***

These 8 chapters conclude the first part of The Story of Petal.  More
of her adventures may or may not follow in other stories.
