Message-ID: <40032asstr$1040631019@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: Sun, 22 Dec 2002 14:38:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Petal 7 {adversity} (M+/g, pedo, inc, mc, beast) Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 03:10:19 -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: hecate, gill-bates [M+/g, pedo, inc, mc, beast] 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. ************************************* This is the story of an imaginary girl. Not real, not true, couldn't be, shouldn't be! The Story of Petal ~ chapter 7 by Adversity 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 clothes 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; a 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 hekp 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 wheat- colored 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 puss 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 its 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, the pleasure sending chills through her body. "I'm making pee-pee, Daddy," she moaned as her bladder let go. "Good girl," his voice was sweet in her ear. She felt herself cumming even as the piss was still flooding from her hole. 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. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+