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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Petal 1 {Adversity} (M/g, inc, ped) 
Date: Mon,  2 Dec 2002 21:10:05 -0500
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[M+/g, inc, pedo]

The Story Of Petal

by Adversity


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 spead 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.

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