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Subject: {ASSM} Petal 3 {adversity} (M+/g, inc, ped) 
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 17:10:03 -0500
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The Story Of Petal ~ chapter three


by adversity


Petal woke up hearing the wind, feeling cold air on
her face. Most of her was warm. She was wrapped
in her blanket, being carried. She blinked and saw
nothing but the dark cloth of her father's coat. She
heard the car door open and closed her eyes.

"God, it's freezing," she heard Bryce say.

"Where's your Christmas spirit?" her daddy laughed.

She smelled the nut-like aroma of coffee and wanted
to open her eyes, sensing an adventure about to begin.
But the climb toward waking up all the way was too
steep, especially as the car got warm and she was
rocked in her daddy's arms.


When her eyes opened again, it was to the glitter
of sugary snow and twinkling colored lights. She
was in the heart of Santa's Village, in the mall. She
had never seen it like this and thought she might be
dreaming. She and her daddy were all alone in the
quiet dark of the North Pole.

His hand was warm, rubbing her backside.

"Wake up, kitten," he said. "It's almost time to
see Santa."

Then she remembered, with a surge of happiness.

He'd told her when he put her to bed the night
before that she was going to have a special visit
with Santa Claus. Santa needed her very badly.

"His penis is hard all the time. It hurts because he
has to hold little girls in his lap all day long and
can't touch them," her daddy explained. So sad,
thought Petal. She tried to imagine Santa's penis
but couldn't quite picture it.

There were no children at all here now. Santa's
house was closed and shuttered but there was
light inside it.

Her daddy had put her to bed in her baby pajamas.
She was still wearing them; soft, thin, pink and
stretchy, with footies and tiny snaps attaching the
top to the bottoms.

The thin cloth was getting damp between her legs
as her daddy fingered her notch.

She spread her legs, hugging him tighter.

"Good girl," he said, tickling her swelling bud.
It felt so good she almost wished they were at
home in bed instead of about to see Santa.

"Daddy?"

"Yes Pet."

"Is Santa still in bed?" she asked, hoping he was.
Her father chuckled and patted her bottom.

"I don't think so, sweetheart."


"We're ready," Bryce said. Bryce! When she
saw him she remembered the car and the smell
of coffee.

Her father kissed her cheek.

"I want you to make Santa very happy," he said,
his finger suggestively circling her hole through
the moist fabric over her cunt.

"I will," she promised.

He set her down on the wooden ramp that climbed
toward Santa's house, and tucked her blanket
around her shoulders.

"Ready, sweetheart?"

She smiled and nodded, putting her hand in his.



***


Fifty-four yearend Denver Redfearn had worn a
Santa suit every year for more than a quarter of a
century. As a young man he'd done it for extra
holiday cash -- at least that's what he'd told the guys
in his dorm at school. Later, he'd done it for worthy
causes, playing Santa for charity functions.

Later yet, as the CEO of his own development firm, 
he'd played St. Nick as host to different company
parties for his employees' families.

He'd come to be known as "Nick" Denver. His long
white hair, the well-cared-for matching beard and
mustache were looked on indulgently as a rich man's
eccentricity.

Through the years, the padding of his custom-made
red velvet suits concealed ever more complicated
devices for wringing maximum pleasure from the
all too fleeting pressure of little girls' bottoms
in his lap.

He'd tried everything from bubble wrap that he'd
coated with Crisco and wrapped tight around his
cock with elastic bandages, to fake latex pussies.

All year long he'd relive the guilty pleasure in long,
drawn-out jack off sessions. He could remember
particular little girls, innocent cherubs who had no
idea that Santa was slowly humping them.

He imagined their babyish cunts and tiny bottoms;
how that silky tender flesh would feel on his hot
hard cock. His fantasies brought him ecstatic
orgasms and an ever increasing burden of guilt.

As autumn approached in this fifty-fourth year,
"Nick" Denver Redfearn was on the verge of a
breakdown, convinced he was slowly losing his
mind.

Disdaining any form of psychiatric counseling
he'd nevertheless searched for some kind of help.

Delving deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit
of pedophile newsgroups he'd discovered the
existence of a doctor he thought he could trust.
A man whose specialty was the discreet treatment
of obsessive sexual behavior.

The man's practice was small, his fees exorbitant,
and his clientele cloaked in anonymity.

It took Denver a long time to track him down. His
practice, Denver learned, was based near one of a
cluster of malls owned by Redfearn Development
Corp.

Now he was waiting. His drug enhanced erection
was pounding between his legs, outrageously swollen
and completely exposed. Not only had his doctor
forbidden him to conceal himself with padding, he'd
insisted that he display it.

Seven thick inches of Santa meat and a fat pair of
balls in a nest of white hair were framed by his
open red pants and the white fur trim of his coat.


***


Santa's not very fat, thought Petal.

But his cheeks were certainly rosy and his suit was
beautiful with its big furry white cuffs and ...

Petal's eyes got big and her mouth dropped open.

Santa's cock!

Her daddy was letting go of her hand and lifting
the blanket away from her shoulders. It was warm
in Santa's house and Petal was red cheeked with
excitement.

She felt like the most special girl in the world.

Other children had to wait in line to see him -- but
they could wait forever and never see what she was
seeing. They could never, ever, touch his penis.

Don't just grab Santa's cock! she told herself, moving
politely forward with her hands clasped together and
her bottom lip sucked in her mouth. She stood in the
vee of Santa Claus's thighs and stared at his great big
rod, sighing with pleasure to see his white curly pubic
hair. It was too much, her heart was pounding and she
looked over her shoulder for her daddy and Bryce, to
make sure they were seeing this shining moment.

Bryce's face was partly hidden behind the video cam.

"It's Santa's penis, Daddy!" she said.

"I see, baby," he said. "Don't you want to touch it?"

She nodded and felt her pussy getting warm and wet
as she looked back at Santa's pole.


***


God, thought Denver, don't let me die before she
touches it.

Had he ever seen a more perfect child? Her small
hands hovered uncertainly, inches from his dick, and
then came to rest on his meat like baby doves lighting
on a thick, gnarled branch of wood.

Maybe I'm already dead, he thought, and I've gone
to heaven. His cockhead was spitting lube and his
balls were drawing up tight as Petal Coward ran
her dainty fingers up and down his fuck pole.

"Angel," he found his voice at last, "would you like
to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for
Christmas?"

She held up her arms eagerly and Denver lifted her,
enchanted by the feel of her warm little armpits. At
the fork of her thighs her pajamas clung to her tiny
pussy lips and he saw the darker pink spot where
her baby juices had soaked through. She spread her
legs as he lifted her over his lap.

Almost shaking, Nick Denver held her poised a
fraction of an inch above his purpled cockhead. He
thrust upward just enough to poke the wet spot
between her legs with his knob. He could feel the
heat and softness of her cunt through the moist
cloth and almost shot his load right then and there.
He thanked God for the little blue pills he'd downed
that were keeping him hard and hot.


***


Petal snuggled against the furry front of Santa's
suit, hugging his neck and nuzzling his soft beard.

"I want a puppy," she whispered, her hips swaying
with pleasure. Santa had unsnapped her pajamas
and he was playing with her bottom as she rubbed
her bare tummy and the front of her pussy in the
heavenly fur of his coat.

"You want a puppy," he said, like it hurt. Petal
knew Santa's only hurt was the same ache to fuck
her that she felt to be balled by him. She knew by
the way his hips were moving, his cockhead dipping
into the well of moisture at the mouth of her cunt.

"I want a little boy baby doll too, Santa ..." she
said, trying to think if such a doll existed, with a
soft little pee-pee that would squirt. Then she
faltered, feeling the big plum on the top of Santa's
stick almost slide inside her.

"  with a pee-pee that wets," she finished with
difficulty.

"A boy baby doll," Santa echoed. As he said it, an
upward roll of his hips pushed him a little bit
deeper, enough to make Petal feel like she'd die
if she didn't get all of it soon. She lifted her knees,
her backside poking out at a better angle. A meow
of pleasure came out of her of his spongy swollen
knob slid in.


***

Noah gave his hard cock a brief squeeze, like a
promise, as he watched Santa's thick shaft emerge
glistening from his daughter's pussy and slowly
push back in.

Her angel face, in profile, showed her her ecstasy.

She was the crowning glory of his life.

His cock leaked a stream of lube as he anticipated
getting her home, still soft and creamy from her
fuck with St. Nick.

He gave his hard-on another hard squeeze as her
kittenish moans spurred Santa to pump her harder
and harder. Noah could see how the sausage-like
cock was compressed going in and expanded again
coming out. He knew only too well how good it
felt.

Home seemed a million miles too far away -- he
realized he might have to fuck her as soon as they
got in the car.


***

Petal's cunt was streaming sperm and beating with
a pulse of pleasure as her daddy laid her down on
the elves' worktable. She was cushioned by a bed
of plush stockings he'd taken from Santa's mantle.

"Daddy needs his baby girl now," he said, unzipping
his pants.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she pleaded softly, pulling her
pajama top up her warm belly and chest. She felt
hot all over.

Her father's eyes on her titties made her feel like
the prettiest girl in the world. He tickled them
and Petal moaned happily.

When his big naked cock came out, her hand twisted
in the soft stuff of her shirt. Unthinking, she plunged
her thumb and the edge of the fabric in her mouth,
hips lifting. She was drawn to her daddy's cock like
a magnet.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, angel," he said,
rubbing her spermy slit.

He's the handsomest man in the world, thought
Petal, gazing at her father with his hard penis
gripped in his fist.

"I helped Santa, Daddy!" she said, prompting the
praise she was longing for. 

"I saw you help him, baby," he said, giving her
a taste of his cock in her hole. "You were good,"
he assured her, pushing inward. "So good."

He leaned down over her and Petal only realized
she was sucking her thumb as he drew it out of
her mouth and replaced it with his tongue.

-- 
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