Message-ID: <39957asstr$1040343002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: From: adversity Reply-To: adversity Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ZLPwdHint: X-ZLExpiry: -1 X-ZLReceiptConfirm: N X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 09:38:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Petal 6 {adversity} (M/g, m/g, b/g, inc, ped) Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 19:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates [M/g, m/g, b/g, inc, ped] feedback: adversity@ziplip.com ******************************************** The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. ******************************************** The Story of Petal ~ chapter 6 by Adversity Noah's Christmas started near dawn when Petal squirmed into his bed, minus pajama bottoms. He hugged her snuggling softness to his chest, hoping she'd settle in and fall back to sleep with him. Then he'd felt her warm slippery pussy lips kiss the head of his morning wood. His dick woke him, pulsing with pleasure as she squirmed her way onto it. Hardly awake enough to speak, he started fucking his six year-old's cunt, breathing the scents of baby shampoo and chocolate milk. "It's Christmas, Daddy" she whispered. Noah breathed deep, palming the ultra-satin cheeks of her bare bottom. He kissed the top of her head as he thrust into her luxuriously hot, wet little cunt. "I know, baby," he murmured. He was enjoying all the bounty of Christmas he could stand, as her face moved on his chest, her lips and tongue on his nipple. "Oh Jesus," he groaned, thrusting deeper inside her. He could smell coffee brewing and Petal smelled freshly bathed. That meant Bryce was up. Had she released him? She knew she wasn't supposed to but she'd done it before. "Did you wake Bryce, Pet?" he asked her. "Yes," she answered guiltily, hiding her face on his chest. "It's okay, baby. Look at me." There was a long pause as she lifted her chin to face him. She was biting her bottom lip. In the predawn grayness she looked both sweet and sexy, her eyes heavy lidded with pleasure as he poked her in long steady strokes. "Did you untie him, baby?" he asked. He wouldn't scold her if she had -- it was Christmas, after all, he told himself. And she was fucking him so sweetly he'd have forgiven her anything. She rocked her pelvis into him and he knew she was rubbing her baby clit in his pubic hair. "No," she said, giving him a dimpled smile that was as wicked as it was charming. "What did you do to him , kitten?" He slowed his thrusting to control the heat. "I tickled his armpits," she admitted with a grin. "It made him crazy! Then I sucked on his baby bottle." Noah's dick jerked as he imagined it, picturing Bryce strapped to his bed with Petal clamped onto his cock. "Good girl," he praised, lifting his head to kiss her, holding her still on his throbbing tool. He probed the chocolatey, milky interior of her mouth and his whole groin pulsed, in her, under her. He knew he couldn't last much longer. "I'm going to pump your pussy full of cum," he whispered in her ear. "Are you Daddy's cowgirl?" Small hands clutched at his chest and pushed to raise her up astride his hips. "Yes! You're my pony." Noah pushed the blankets away so he'd be able to look down and see her taking his cock. The pajama top rode up her ribs as he slid his hands into her armpits to support his little rider. Petal was excited, flushed from her hairless mound to her throat and her eyes looked glazed in the half light. He felt a small foot press the mattress to either side of his hips as she readied herself to ride him hard. He lifted as she rose, and he saw his rod come out of her body, glistening wet. His cock looked huge and obscene, the swollen knob halfway into her miniature cunt. "Fuck your daddy good and hard," he urged her. Petal half groaned, half wailed as she worked her her strong little six year-old legs in deep knee bends, up and down his dick, faster and faster until she was hopping like little frog. Noah's brain went red with rut as she bounced on him. He stabbed her down strokes, steering the action with his hands. "I'm cumming, Daddy!" she cried. His eyes were riveted to her wide open pussy, hoping she'd spurt. More and more, as her glands matured, she ejaculated at climax. Girl spunk. Paraurethral fluid. Noah loved to see it shoot out of her. Part piss, part glandular secretions. She froze with her knees spread wide, her pelvis visibly trembling. Her pink bud was swollen as fat as he'd ever seen it. She whimpered pitifully as fluid erupted in a mini arc from her pisshole; it squirted out hard and sprinkled down warm on his belly as her cunt clutched him. Fuck yes! Noah's hips lifted as he started creaming her in jerking bursts that blinded him with pleasure. He was a jism dispenser, nothing but cock and balls and spunk to deliver. When he'd unloaded his tanks he collapsed like dead weight on the mattress, Petal was a rag doll in his hands. "Sweet Jesus," he panted, lowering his limp baby onto his chest, his cock still throbbing. With a shaky hand he felt for the edge of the bedclothes and drew them up over himself and his spent little girl. "Daddy loves you, angel," he told her, tucking the blanket securely around her shoulders. She hugged him, weak as a kitten. Moments later she was sound asleep. *** Noah had Nick's promise that the dog would be delivered that night at the Christmas party. All things considered, he thought it was probably for the best. There was a gift under the tree that would insure her positive response to "Rags." He'd prepared a conditioning CD as insurance. Petal was a delightfully adventurous child and her development had outstripped his wildest dreams. But judicious reinforcements of her training were a good idea, from time to time. Especially when introducing her to something new. He was serene, sipping his Sumatra, watching her open her gifts. The CD compilation of her favorite Boy Bands had elicited squeals of happiness and she already had the headphones on and was dancing to music he and Bryce, thankfully, couldn't hear. She had her custom made baby boy doll in her arms. Thank God for Randy Jones and her genius with synthetics, he thought. He'd make sure she was properly rewarded at the party. His little girl adored her new toy with its lifelike semi-erect penis and soft little balls. The doll squirted pee-pee when its body was squeezed. *** Josh Faulkner couldn't believe his sister Jeanine was really making him help her take a pack of rugrats sledding. The teenager had been hoping she and his brat of a niece would disappear for a few hours Christmas day, leaving him in peace for a leisurely jack-off. Instead, he was stuck in the cargo space of her latest flame's mini van, with the sleds and tires and the guy's drooling three year-old son, Patrick. "Last stop," the flame, whose name was Roger, announced. Thank God, thought Josh. He glanced out at the massive contemporary they'd pulled up in front of. Jeanine had gotten out. Five minutes later, Josh Faulkner's teen cock was hard as a rock as he watched Petal Coward, sitting in the sledding tire across the cargo space from him with Patrick in her lap. She'd oohed and ahhed over the fussy, snot-nosed three year-old, and Josh had been only too happy to transfer the little monster from his lap to hers. "Who's a good boy?" she'd crooned to the whiny little kid, who grew miraculously quiet as soon as he was put in the valley of her thighs, gazing at her adoringly. She'd plucked a tissue from her snowsuit pocket and wiped the kid's face clean. Then she'd rocked him a little and done the thing that had turned the teenager's cock to wood. Her hand had rubbed down the three year-old's belly and come to rest on the puffy bulge in the crotch of his snowpants. I don't fucking believe this, thought Josh, staring. Petal glanced up and grinned at him, making a quick sign for him to be quiet with her finger against her lips. Then she'd gone back to feeling the little boy's package, kneading him through the bulky pants. Patrick was blissed out, spread across her thighs with a dopey look on his face and his eyes glued to her. Josh saw that she had found the particular bump she was looking for in all the padding and was working it in a steady jog that made him leak a stream of lube in his jeans. He cast a nervous look over the seat that his shoulder was pressed into, to see that the rest of the world was still spinning like normal. Kids were squealing and laughing, and his sister was talking to the father of the pipsqueak who was currently getting his baby rocks off. Oh man, he thought. He'd only been touched a couple of times, by his ex-girlfriend. If she'd done to him, he thought, what Petal was doing to that good-for-nothing rugrat, he'd never have broken up with her. Sure enough, Patrick's hips pumped like he was getting fucked and then he jerked hard, a half dozen times. His big eyes had shut and in seconds it seemed like he was sound asleep. "What a good boy," Petal whispered, her hand now innocently resting on the kid's leg. She looked up at Josh, and gave him a dimpled smile, mouthing the words, Don't Tell. *** Petal was thrilled that she'd gotten a chance to play with a real little boy! So cute! He'd liked having his little bitty cock rubbed just as much as if it was a big one. Her panties were a little squishy in the warmth of her snowsuit. Touching the babyish boy had made her creamy with longing, but it was fun, even if her pants were a little sticky now. She thought the big boy, Josh, had been looking like he wanted her to do him too. He was kind of cute too, she thought, with his messy blond hair and big green eyes. Jeanine, whom she didn't like much, had taken baby Patrick away from her and put him in a stroller just inside the mouth of a tent by the cook fire. Jeanine was roasting hot dogs and warming water for hot chocolate. Snow was falling again. The gaggle of little girls, herself included, were sliding down little snow hills and dragging their tires back up. One by one, Roger and Josh were taking them to ride down one of the bigger hills where the older kids played. Too dangerously steep, with the woods at the bottom of the slope, for little girls to ride down alone. Petal kept hoping that Josh would take her! He looked at her, but took different girls. *** Josh was dying to get Petal in his lap, on top of his boner, but he was scared. It seemed sick to want to poke his dick at a six year-old girl. He was so tempted. Who would even know? He was sure he could rub his cock on her little butt and no one would be the wiser. He saw her turn down Roger's offer to take her next, and the brief glance she gave him was like the look his old girlfriend used to give him when she wanted something. It made his dick jump in his pants. "Come on," he said to her. "You've got to have a turn, it's fun. I'll take you up." Her grin almost killed him. She came running at him through the haze of snowflakes. Holy fuck, he thought, this is it. She danced around him as they climbed the hill. His throat was dry and his cock was aching. Near the top she perched on a hummock of snow in front of him and he thought he'd die when she threw her little arms around his hips. She's touching my dick and she knows it, he thought. She'd put her hooded head right on it. It was standing at attention up the inside of his fly. Even through his down jacket, jeans and two layers of long underwear, he could feel her rubbing it with her cheek. Then she looked straight up at him, golden eyes shining. "I want to go down the hill backwards," she said and ran away from him, zipping up to the top of the slope. Josh was baffled by the backwards thing until the little girl sat down facing him and plastered her body to the front of him. He reached quickly and guiltily in between them to adjust his dick and tug open the bottom of his jacket. His boner was leaking like crazy, his dickhead sliding in precum in the folds of his underwear. He was beyond guilt or nerves, feeling her thighs lock around his hips, her arms hugging his neck. Too turned on to resist, he rubbed his cock against her crotch before even launching them over the lip of the slope. The weirdness of what he was doing only made him hotter as he steered them away from the other sleds cascading down the hill. With the lightning fast calculations of lust firing his brain, he saw the patch of trees he wanted to end up in and aimed straight for it, even as the wind nearly took his breath away. He clutched Petal's body tight in one arm. Josh's heart was pounding when they skidded to a stop. He lay back against the cushioning tire, panting white breath in the cold. He'd done it, they were hidden from the hill by the trees. The next second, as if a starting shot had fired in a race, he and Petal started humping, rubbing their crotches together, desperate to get off before someone came looking for them. It was awesome. The most awesome thing he'd ever felt in his life; Josh felt like his dick was as big as the world and his balls were going to explode. She'd let go of his neck and had her mittened hands braced on his chest, her knees dug in, and she was rubbing her pussy up and down his cock as hard and as fast as she could. Josh knew he was staring at her just like the snot-nosed kid had done, stunned, adoring, as she turned him into a pile of quivering jelly attached to a throbbing dick. She grunted, her pink mouth open, her hips shaking and he knew she was getting off, bigtime. He grabbed her rear end and exploded, flooding himself with hot jizz. *** It was almost dark outside, the sky heavy with snow clouds at two in the afternoon. The mini van jounced its load of tired kids, headed home to their Christmas dinners and parents who would be grateful that some of their little girls' holiday frenzy had been siphoned off. Petal Coward's wasn't the only head on somebody's lap, but hers was the only mouth fastened around a cock. Josh ran his fingers through her silky hair, biting his lip to keep from making a sound. Only a couple inches of his dick were out of his pants, thrust through the piss flaps of his two pairs of longjohns and out of his fly. His third load in three hours. Just remembering the second was enough to almost trigger the third. He'd been starving when they'd gotten back to the campsite. Ravenous and happy, he'd downed four hot dogs and a big mug of hot chocolate, watching Petal nibble her food. So, I'm some kind of pervert, he'd thought, unable to suppress a grin when she smiled at him and rubbed the end of her wiener against her lips. His sixteen year-old cock had twitched in his damp drawers and started stiffening up. Petal claimed she'd left her cellphone back in the van and asked him to walk her back to get it. Nobody said anything about it when he took her little paw in his hand and they headed off alone toward the parking lot. The sledding course was a golf links in summertime, edged with picnic areas and dotted with outhouses; pitstops for guys who drank too much beer while they played. Petal had been looking at the little wooden box of a shack at the same time he was. A guy came out of it with a kid. Josh and Petal went in. So fucking cold in there, and it reeked of piss in spite of the cold. But Josh was on fire and ignored the smell. He latched the door, his dick as hard as if it had been weeks, not an hour, since he'd shot his last load. "Hurry," Petal had whispered urgently. She had already climbed up to stand with her feet on the wooden ledge that the stained old toilet seat was mounted on. She was unsnapping the back of her puffy snowsuit and Josh's heart had rocketed. He'd stood momentarily paralyzed by the sight of her bare backside emerging as she pushed her pants down to her knees. She had looked at him over her shoulder, cheeks pink with cold and her gold eyes glistening. "Fuck me!" she'd urged in her little girl whisper. He'd moved double time then. The memory of losing his cherry in her steaming little box merged with the feel of her hot mouth and lips, sucking him now. He couldn't believe what he was doing, what she was doing to him; like he'd entered another world the minute she'd put her hand between Patrick's legs. His dick swelled harder and he almost cried out as she rasped her tongue under the head. She was lying on a bed of tires and Josh saw, in the shadowy light, that she'd crooked her leg over the edge of one and was humping the curved rubber as she sucked him. That made his nuts climb and tighten to the point of no return. He jabbed at the roof of her mouth uncontrollably and spewed his first shot. *** Petal's wet pussy spasmed against the tire she'd heated up, rubbing it. It was good, so good to feel the ripples spread out from the center of her notch up her belly and out through her thighs as Josh's dick spurted in her mouth. He was such a nice boy, she thought, letting go of his penis. Three times he'd done it with her! She rested her head on his thigh and wiggled in the warm cream between her legs, teasing her cunt to another little quiver of pleasure. Soon she'd be home with her daddy and Bryce. And they'd go to the party! Maybe Santa was bringing her dog to the party. Her daddy had hinted that he might. Petal thought of how a dog humps when it fucks. The image had come to her a few times that day. When Josh had fucked her from behind in that funny little bathroom house, she'd imagined that he was a horny dog, stabbing her pussy with a wet pink cock. Dogs love little girls, she thought dreamily. They need little girls to pet them and touch their penises. How come? she wondered. They missed their little girl dogs, that's how come, the answer came to her. It was sad, in a way, that dogs had to live with people instead of other dogs. But some of them were lucky. Like her dog would be, if she had one. She wouldn't let him be lonely. She'd make sure that he knew he could use her pussy and pretend she was his little girl dog. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+