Message-ID: <39604asstr$1038881405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <adversity@ziplip.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <KFCEALOMGEHUDSCAJUDTMFB4N1JRL5OMAOMBADKC@ziplip.com> From: adversity <adversity@ziplip.com> Reply-To: adversity <adversity@ziplip.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ZLPwdHint: X-ZLExpiry: -1 X-ZLReceiptConfirm: N X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 15:31:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Petal 1 {Adversity} (M/g, inc, ped) Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 21:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39604> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate [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. -- 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: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+