Message-ID: <39622asstr$1039000205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <adversity@ziplip.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <F5IDFWIJF3FTAIHYMFOFPXMKBSHZMECCGIKOF4MF@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: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 21:29:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Petal 2 {Adversity} (M+/g, M/f, inc, ped, teen baby) Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 06:10:05 -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/Year2002/39622> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw [M+/g, M/f, inc, pedo, teen baby] feedback: adversity@ziplip.com 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. -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+