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The Story Of Petal ~ chapter two


by adversity


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
and showed off his armpits to her.

"Bad boy," she said, getting closer. "You didn't
wash very well," she scolded. She rubbed her
soapy fingers through the dark wet hair in his
armpits 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.


**


Jeff was definitely improving, Noah thought as
he watched the man spread lotion over his teeage
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 Jeff'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 Jeff'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 Jeff, "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 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," Jeff 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, Jeff," 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, Jeff 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 son." 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
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.


**


Jeff'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
them that this pair was more than ready 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 ammended 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 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.

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