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Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 23:10:02 -0500
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The Story Of Petal ~ chapter four


by Adversity



Petal knew, the morning she saw Bryce in his leathers
at breakfast, that he was himself again; fully recovered
from the sadness of visiting his family. The butter-soft
chaps hugged his long, muscular legs and framed his
bare cock and balls, his package once again as it should
be, secured by a thick leather cockring. Petal paused
in the kitchen doorway, devouring the reassuring sight.
She licked her lips as she admired his rigid shaft and
the way his balls were thrust forward like an offering.

Her father was at the table in his robe, absorbed in
reading the newspaper. It was spread across the round
wooden tabletop. He had a mug of steaming coffee in
his hand. The air was rich with the smell of his
favorite Sumatran brew.

Bryce saw her and smiled.

She saw his shiny black leather boots were dusted with
flour, and looking up, saw that the counter behind him
him was lined with mixing bowls and ingredients for
baking the Christmas cookies!

"Good morning, Mommy," he said warmly.

"Very good!" she chirped, eyes bright.

She perched on her chair, knees on its cushion, smiling
so hard it almost hurt her cheeks, as he brought her a
cup of chocolate milk. Between seeing Bryce's beautiful
hard cock, the thought of Christmas cookies, and no
school for a whole week -- Petal was beside herself. She
was sure this was going to be the best Christmas ever.

She heard her daddy's paper rustle and spared him a
glance and a smile, but her eyes were quickly drawn
back to the spectacle of her "son's" penis, now only
inches away from her. The cockring made it stand
up and beg like a dog.

With one hand on the table and the other on the back
of her chair, she leaned close to it, sniffing the scent
of male flesh underlying the other delicious smells in
the air. Her pussy was waking up and getting wet as
she put out her tongue and took just a little lick right
under the inverted heart-shaped head.

She looked up and saw Bryce's dark nipples were
hard, his handsome face suffused with pleasure.

"Get down on your knees," she said, still grinning, and
his eyes got the dreamy look they always did when he
was told what to do. Even if she didn't command him
sternly, he obeyed her as if she had.

She looked at her father and saw that he was watching
her, his approval shone in his eyes.

Bryce knelt in front of her with his knees spread
apart and his hands resting on his thighs, his bound
cock standing at more rigid attention than ever.

"Lift your Mommy's nightie," she said, shivery with
the power to tell him what to do.

"Yes, little mistress," Bryce said softly.

Oh, it felt so good the way he stroked her legs as he
slowly raised her nightgown; his big gentle hands
caressing her as he held the pink flannel bunched at
her waist. Her pussy wanted his mouth!

Petal spread her knees as far apart as she could on
the chair cushion.

"Lick Mommy's box," she told him, "and don't stop
until she cums."

"Yes, Mommy," he said, and she thought she might
cum just watching his face get close to her notch.

His tongue slid over her closed lips and then in
between them, making her dizzy with the rush of
blood to her cunt. He circled her bud and probed
deeper, teasing her hole. Petal gasped, wiggling in
his hands to rub herself on the soft rasp of his
big tongue.

He sucked at her button and Petal ground herself
on his lips. The feeling was too good, it was building
so fast! She clamped her hands on his his head and
fucked his mouth, humping his tongue with all her
might. Her little hips were quivering as her insides
spilled hot honey. Petal cried out and spurted as she
came, the liquid jetting from her pisshole as her
body rocked.

Bryce's strong hands held her tenderly when her
body went rubbery limp. It was the best cum she'd
felt in forever. A spurter! Her daddy called the
spurting, "female ejaculation."

Petal's cunt was still throbbing as Bryce kissed her
tummy. She felt weak but wanted to cum again.

"Thank you, Mommy," he whispered reverently.

"You'd better give your mother to me, boy,"
Petal's father said. "I think she's melted."

"Yes, sir," he said and picked her up in his arms.

Too perfect, Petal thought, seeing her father's prick
standing up naked from the open front of his pajama
pants; waiting for her.

"You want it, Pet?" he asked her, stoking himself
slowly.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly.

Bryce lowered her carefully and her daddy guided
her descent onto his cock. Petal moaned softly. Her
marshmallowy cunt spread around his knob and she
sank onto him gratefully.

"Rest, baby," her father told her, kissing the top of
her head. "There's no hurry. Daddy's going to fuck
you a good long time. You earned it, pumpkin."

He was as good as his word, warming her insides
with his cock all through her breakfast with a slow
motion fuck.

She spread her legs astride his and sipped her milk
as he pet her gently, his big hands roaming under
her nightgown. He stroked her legs and massaged
her small hips as he moved just enough to keep
letting her know she was being fucked.

Bryce set a buttery chocolate croissant in front of
her, her favorite kind. She broke it into pieces,
pulling it apart in her fingers, into bite sized flaky
pieces, as she rocked slowly on her daddy's cock.

I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world, she thought
hovering on a blissful plateau of pleasure. The pastry
and chocolate melted in her mouth and she feasted her
eyes on Bryce's semi-naked body, getting glimpses of
hard cock as busied himself preparing to bake. When
he was turned away, she saw the awesome, muscled
cheeks of his ass.

By the time she'd finished her croissant she was
moving more purposefully on her daddy's lap.
His hands climbed her ribs and he pinched gently
on her nipples.

"Daddy, I feel warm now," she said, squirming
a little, tugging at her nightie.

"We'll take it off, baby." He drew it up and off
over her head. She clenched her pussy muscles. She
needed to feel more friction in her cunt and sighed
happily when her father hugged her nude body,
lifting her higher on his pole to begin fucking her
harder.

"Is that what my baby wants?" he said, kissing
the side of her face. "To feel it moving in and out
of her little baby box."

"Yes, Daddy." She winged her thighs further apart,
rolling her pelvis. Her clit was hard again, she could
feel it poking out at the top of her pussy.

"Boy," her father commanded Bryce, "your mother
needs her pussy licked."

"Yes, sir," the young man replied, responding at
once. Petal made a little crying sound of happiness
as his hands held her thighs apart and his lips and
tongue made contact with her hard, pulsing clit.

"Santa's going to get me a puppy," she said. "Maybe
he'll lick my pussy, too."

She said to incite her father who groaned and poked
her harder.

"I'm sure he will, baby," he said, his voice thick
with arousal.

Petal knew it excited him. She'd heard him say so to
Bryce when they didn't know she was listening. If
anyone could find the right dog, she thought, Santa
could do it. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be licked
by a dog -- she would rather be licked by Bryce. But
she felt proud of herself for making her daddy so hot.
His thrusting was making her whole pelvis ache with
pleasure. The pressure on her bladder had forced out
a trickle of pee that Bryce sucked from her eagerly.


***


Noah was inflamed by the thought of a dog licking
his little girl's cunt. Soon he'd see it.

Santa was, indeed, bringing Petal her Christmas
wish.

Denver Redfearn had promised him the dog would
be there for Christmas morning. A mixed breed
young pup whose pedigree was its love of pussy.

Noah had jerked off like a horny teenager the night
before, watching the video file Redfearn sent him.
He'd watched it over and over. It showed the most
impossibly shaggy little dog he'd ever seen, part
miniature poodle, part collie, part God only knew
what else with its white and gold fur, feasting
between a woman's spread thighs. The little dog's
big pink cock had danced and jerked with arousal
the entire time. If he was careful, he was certain
he could get Petal to let the dog to fuck her.

He gripped her tight, pumping his meat into her
in a blind frenzy of lust. She was whimpering
and he heard the word, pee-pee, come out of her.

"Oh God, yes, baby," he groaned, realizing she
was pissing in Bryce's mouth as her body squeezed
him with the force of her climax. So good, she was
such a good girl! He unleashed his load in waves
of bliss; his mind's eye seeing her humped by a
little mop of a dog.   

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