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Subject: {ASSM} Petal 5 {adversity} (M/g, oral, ped, inc) 
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 18:10:04 -0500
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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The Story of Petal ~ chapter 5

by Adversity


Not Christmas yet, thought Petal, tiptoeing through
the dark house. She peered into Bryce's room. From
the pattern of shadows and moonlight on his bed, she
knew her daddy had secured his assistant in sleeping
restraints. The thick fabric belts held his arms and
legs spread symmetrically, knees pinned wide and flat
to the mattress under the blankets.

She could also see he was hard;  the tent over his hips
was the tallest shape visible.

Soundlessly, on the padded feet of her pjs, she slipped
into the room and lifted the bottom edge of his covers,
entering head first at the foot of his bed.

In the very dark world under the blankets, she forgot
her disappointment that it wasn't morning yet. Bryce's
smell was strong and seductive as her slow progress
stirred the air that had been scented by his cock and
the spread cheeks of his ass. She was right between his
bound legs.

She couldn't see the straps that were holding his thighs
and knees apart, but she could sense them in his waking
movements, the startled shift and lurch to abrupt halt
in his mere inches of freedom. She heard a muffled
groan.

Petal touched warm bare skin, her hand on Bryce's
thigh, and she gasped as her face bumped right into his
rigid penis.

Her heart beat hard with excitement as he tried to move
and his dick batted at her cheek. A wave of fluid warmth
flooded her pussy.

Better than Christmas!

She was grinning in the close dark space as she breathed
in his musk and ran both hands up his trapped thighs, her
fingertips tracing the straps that belted him to the bed.

She'd watched the Wizard of Oz with her daddy and
Bryce the night before. She couldn't remember being
put to bed and realized she must have fallen asleep
without seeing the ending. What she remembered best
now as she tickled Bryce's balls, was seeing Dorothy
find the Tin Man. Petal had sleepily wished that she
could see his metal penis, thinking that if she were
Dorothy, she would tease him by oiling his rusty cock
first. Then, she'd thought, she could play with it all she
liked before oiling the rest of him.

This, she thought, clutching Bryce's warm hard cock,
was much nicer than a dick made of metal! This was
her Bryce's meaty rod, real flesh and blood; jerking in
her grasp because it was happy to be touched. When she
rubbed it on her lips, she almost laughed out loud -- he
sounded like the Tin Man before his mouth got oiled,
groaning through his gag.

She kissed and licked the damp cockhead. She slid it in
her mouth, her pussy beginning to throb. She wiggled
her hips to push her clit against the bunched up fleece
of her pajama bottoms, making them damp and sticky
between her legs. Bryce's cock leaked a trickle of
syrupy juice in her mouth.

He was trying to thrust. Poor thing! The straps wouldn't
let him. Petal let the smooth head pop out of her mouth
and heard his guttural groan that said -- let me back in!
It was deeper and hotter than any sound ever made by
the Tin Man. Petal smiled, wickedly. To herself, she said,
"Not yet!"

She crawled up his torso, straddling him. She rubbed
her fleece covered box on his cock, thrilled by the hard/
soft sensation

Bryce's chest was rising and falling as Petal explored
it with the tip of her nose in the dark. He smelled so
good! She found the hard bump of his nipple and gave
it an Eskimo kiss.

The inch or so he could move, he was thrusting at her,
trying to rub his cock harder between her legs. He was
straining so hard that the mattress was creaking and
bouncing a little.

Petal's head emerged from the covers and the room
looked bright by comparison. She saw his handsome
face, mouth forced open by the ball gag stuffing his
mouth.

"Poor Bryce," she whispered sweetly, sitting on his
chest. She leaned forward to kiss his nose.

"I wish I could take this off now," she told him, tracing
his lips. "But daddy would be mad."

Bryce was breathing hard through his nose and he
swallowed a number of times, gazing up at her with
eyes full of love.

"It's Christmas soon!" she reminded him, and saw his
eyelids lower slowly and open to express his affection
and understanding. She kissed his slightly whisery cheek
and nuzzled his ear. "I love you, Brycie!" she murmured.

Petal snuggled back deeper into the covers and Bryce
made a soft sweet sound of pleasure as she glided over
his chest and bumped his cock with her fleecy bottom.

I could fuck him if I want to, she thought. I could
do anything I want! She grinned and snuck her hand
slowly into his vulnerable armpit. His body jerked
so hard in spite of the restraints that she nearly fell
off him.

"Hold still!" she warned him in a whisper. She began
a new assault on his warm pit, tickling the soft hairs.
She lowered her pajama clad cunt on his erection,
trapping it between her covered pussy lips.

Petal wasn't sure why it felt so good to torture Bryce
with tickles, she only knew that it did, that she loved
his helplessness. It felt good to him too, she knew, in
spite of his moans and whimpers; his dick was pulsing
against her cunt. She thought about making him cum.

In my mouth! she decided. With a barely suppressed
laugh she stopped tickling and started to turn around
on top of him. For just a moment she straddled his
head and rubbed her warm damp crotch on his face.

Bryce lifted his head, rubbing his mouth between her
legs. It felt good to her, but Petal had other plans.

She burrowed downward, head first, back under the
blankets.

She splayed her body astride his chest and cuddled
up to his penis. She rubbed her cheek on his shaft
and lifted the mounds of his testicles in her hands,
feeling the eggs move in their silky sac. She could
hear the distant sound of him moaning softly.

Petal made herself comfy, cosy, on top of him; she
was sinking deep into a daze of lust.

She rocked her spread pussy on his chest, humping
a little fold in her pjs. She opened her mouth around
the dripping head of his cock, hungry for his cum.

Comforting, arousing; the flavor and texture of sperm.
Her longing and love for it had been carefully nurtured
by her father. The taste and feel of his dick had mingled
with her favorite foods. Memories deeper than she had
words for; being warm, being loved, the slippery feel
of his juicy cockhead rubbing her tongue, the taste of
happiness and pleasure.

Covering her teeth with her lips, she clamped on the
moist bulb of Bryce's cock and sucked like she could
make him give milk. Doing this soaked her in pleasure;
her tongue swirled to cull the juice from his slit. Her
little hands moved with a will of their own, exploring
his nuts and squeezing his rod, like an infant clutching
at the breast as it nurses. She rubbed up and down his
shaft to urge the flow that she craved.

Bryce drenched her mouth in hot sperm.

It pulsed out of him, welling her cheeks and spilling
out of her lips as she struggled to drink it all down.
She sucked in bliss as a tremor shook her; her tiny
womb contracting in spasms as she climaxed hard
and deep.

A temporarily sated Petal fell back to sleep with her
head nested in Bryce's groin, her hand clutching his
soft damp penis to her cheek.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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