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Subject: {ASSM} Petal 7 {adversity} (M+/g, pedo, inc, mc, beast) 
Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 03:10:19 -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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This is the story of an imaginary girl. Not real, not
true, couldn't be, shouldn't be!


The Story of Petal ~ chapter 7

by Adversity


Petal shone among the other girls at the party, Noah
thought. Not only was she the most adorable child,
she alone was completely aware of and engaged in her
surroundings.

The annual Father & Daughter Christmas party was an
event hosted by Noah's former teacher and one time
mentor, Barton Davis. Dr. Davis enjoyed bringing his
followers together to celebrate their own particular
family lifestyle choice. Noah was no longer a follower
but he was still a friend.

Their relationship had been strained at times through
the years by increasing professional differences. But
they remained friends and made an effort to put aside
their differences at Christmas.

A dozen men and their daughters were ranged on
couches covered with red velvet spreads in Barton
Davis's Victorian-flavored parlor. The men were in
robes, their daughters, for the most part, still in their
dresses.

The rustling of slips and hands stealing under skirts
had begun and was picking up intensity as the dads
drank.

The girls, ranging in age from eight to eighteen, had
been dreamy-eyed during dinner and were beginning
to get the overall glazed looked that reminded Noah
of why he'd strayed from his teacher's methods. He
liked his daughter conscious.

Noah expected to see a lot more bare skin soon,
judging from past years' gatherings.

Once food had been eaten and Santa arrived, panties
generally started dropping. Not long after that, he
knew, a number of the young misses who were now
sitting on their daddys' knees would end up tied to
one of Barton Davis's infamous fuck platforms. The
cushioned, tiltable boards looked innocent enough
until a body was strapped in by the arms and thighs.


Barton's own daughter, Clarissa, now eighteen years
old, was usually the first to assume the position. At
the moment she was still fully clothes and circulating
the room with a tray of after dinner drinks.

Noah still hadn't made up his mind if he wanted to see
a certain little miss of his own strapped to one of the
platforms. She was busily darting from "uncle" to
"uncle," showing off her little white panties, printed
with tiny candy canes. She had come to roost between
their host's thighs.

Petal's party dress was black velvet, smocked across
her chest, under puffed sleeves. It hung in luxurious
soft pleats to a level that offered glimpses of panties
every time she moved. She was now holding up the
hem of the dress and pointing to candy canes. Barton
Davis looked where she pointed. Noah's saw his stiff
cock lift the front of his robe. So did Petal, who slid
her hand inside to cop a feel.

Barton had always been a distinguished looking
man, in Noah's opinion. Now in his fifties, he'd
reached an age that matched his demeanor, he
thought, as he watched him succumb to Petal. Who
could resist her? Obviously not Barton, who was
now kissing the top of her head and admiring the
crotch of her panties with his finger as she stroked
his pole.

Among his and Barton's disagreements, were the
pros and cons of using a girl who wasn't conscious
of how she was used. Noah agreed that it had an
illicit appeal, but in his opinion, it dulled quickly.
He preferred the erotic surprises and lively energy
of his daughter.

His own cock was ramrod stiff. Not just from
watching his beautiful girl child fondled, or the
sight of her handling her "uncle's" goods. Noah
knew that Santa was on his way. Denver Redfearn
was suiting up in one of the upstairs bedrooms at
that very moment and would soon be presenting
Petal with "Rags."

Noah savored the way things had worked out, once
again, as if guided by a beneficent unseen hand. A
perfect job for the man known as St. "Nick" Denver;
a the perfect second step in his therapy. And an ideal
opportunity to bring his own beloved daughter to the
next step of her development.

Rags was going to hekp insure that his little girl's
burgeoning libido was fed. It was partly an effect of
her hormone treatments and partly her nature, but it
had to be taken care of and Noah was selective about
the men he allowed to fuck her. With Rags properly
trained, as he apparently was, his baby would be
almost guaranteed a fuck whenever she wanted it.

His lust for seeing it happen, he told himself, was
incidental.

Each father had provided Santa with a gift to give
his daughter. Lingerie, dildos and vibrators were
always popular gifts and tended to take the party
in the direction the men wanted to go.

Noah was trying, and failing, to stop picturing
Rags licking the candy canes off his baby's panties.

He'd finally seen the big ragamuffin pup. A scruffier
mop of a mutt would be hard to imagine. But he was
appealing, in his own way. Shiny and clean, and his
fur very soft even if some of it was curly and white
and some of it was straight and gold. He would look
cute to a little girl, Noah thought, with his big brown
eyes and the big red bow tied to his collar.


The only man present who wasn't lounging in some
kind of robe or dressing gown, was Bryce. He was
encased in leather; his own private form of protest.

There was no love lost between Noah's assistant
and his former teacher.

Holidays, thought Noah with a sigh, there's always
some kind of tension. He felt like the father of a
rebellious son, visiting Grandpa's house. Though
he knew that Bryce in general, and his outfit in
particular, was annoying to Barton, it amused him
to see how the young girls stole looks at the severely
dressed young man and were drawn to him, either
shyly or brazenly.

They may be drugged, he thought, but they're not
stupid. Given a chance, in this brief unstructured
time, their eyes strayed to the youngest and most
handsome man in their midst. Petal had shown her
magnanimity by giving up Bryce's lap to those
less fortunate than herself who didn't own their
own slave.

His assistant, seated in an armchair nearby Noah,
currently had a ten year-old girl named Heather
astride his leg and a girl perched on either arm of
his chair. Young Heather, inhibitions undone and
libido spiked by drugs, had walked up to Bryce with
big hazel eyes full of lust and the end of her wheat-
colored ponytail in her mouth. Unconscious of what
she was doing, she'd lifted her red satin party dress
and tried to mount his leg. Noah had been relieved
to see that his assistant, though contemptuous of the
methods employed on these girls, was sensitive to
their needs. He'd helped her straddle his thigh and
was petting her as she rocked her excited little puss
on his leg.

Noah imagined Bryce's black leather pants would
be milky with little girl cum by the time the party
was done. He signaled his assistant that it was almost
time to get the video camera rolling.


***


Rags sensed the excitement of the day in the red
ribbon tied in a bow under his chin. He'd learned
it was best to obey big men with leashes in their
hands. Good, because they often guided him to
the smell and taste of pussy. He was happy but
suspicious of being free of his cage, and the over
crowded room confused him. Pussy everywhere,
and food! It was more than his walnut brain could
process. Too much noise! Too many smells!

Then out of the sensory confusion the perfect
smell appeared, and perfect sensation. A little
hand was putting a delicious biscuit in his mouth
and he was smelling one particular pussy, like
graham crackers and milk. Gentle arms hugged
his neck and a loving voice whispered in his
ear.

"You're mine!"

Rags, the dog, would have echoed the words if
he was able. He spoke the dog equivalent, pressing
his muzzle between a pair of fragrant thighs, and
finding the source of the perfect aroma. His dog
heart filled with love and his penis emerged like
a spear of pink passion. Little fingers scratched
behind his ears as the tasty pussy rubbed his snout.


***


Santa Claus hadn't failed her! Petal was weak-kneed
and trembly, covered with goosebumps like she was
being tickled all over. Rags's warm furry muzzle
was planted between her legs, his tongue frantically
licking the crotch of her panties. The cloth was
soaked with her stickiness and her puppy's spit.

She buried her fingers in Rags's soft fur and lifted
his head to look at his handsome face.

"I love you," she told him and scratched him behind
his furry ears as his nose poked back down to her
box. She had slid to her feet between Santa's legs
so she could hug her dog and now gazed up at the
white-haired, white-bearded man, melting with
gratitude.

"Thank you, Santa! I knew you could do it."

He petted her hair and Petal saw Santa's big cock
jump with needing to be squeezed. It was straining
with eagerness out of his open pants, little bubbles
of precum dripping from its ruby slit. Petal's mouth
watered and she wrapped her hand around it, leaning
on him to steady herself under the force of Rags's
loving attack. It felt so good!

She licked Santa's cockhead and then pursed her lips
around his knob to suck his juice, trying to get more
cock spit out of his hole. He groaned and thrust into
her hand, poking her mouth and Petal thought she
must be the only little girl lucky enough to see Santa
twice in one Christmas. She put her hand on his fat
balls to jiggle his eggs while she sucked him.

Even though she wanted to feel Santa Claus spurt
in her mouth, she let go of his dick as she started to
cum. Moaning, she arched her back, spreading her
legs as the seizure of pleasure gripped her. She held
her big puppy's head as the last spasm shivered
through her, to stop his assault.

Rags gazed up at her through his shaggy gold fringe
and whimpered.

Her daddy appeared.

"Did you see!" she gasped, grateful to be lifted up in
his hands, praying he'd seen everything.

"Daddy saw, baby." His voice caressed her, so deep
and loving, and aroused. "I'm glad you got your wish
from Santa, Pet."

Petal was happy to see Rags trotting at her daddy's
heels, looking up at her. She smiled at him over her
father's shoulder.


***


Noah was dying to plunge his cock into Petal's
wet cunt but he wanted to deepen her bond with
Rags; take advantage of the special moment for
her by imprinting the goodness of fucking her
dog. He lay her belly down on the plush ottoman
of Bryce's armchair.

His assistant was flushed and as rampantly aroused
as he was, he saw, but serious faced and kneeling
in readiness, intuiting Noah's intention.

"I'm so happy for you, Mommy," Bryce told Petal,
bending down to kiss her cheek, stroking her back,
as Noah removed her sodden panties.

"Did you see him lick me?" she asked, propping
up on her elbows. As ever, Noah was moved by
his daughter's joy and by Bryce's devotion to her.

"I saw every lick," he assured her.

"Baby," said Noah, stroking her bare bottom. He
was in agony of wanting her, but resisted.

Rags was whimpering, his big pink dick seemed as
torturously hard as Noah's own. It looked much too
big for his body. He was only a mid sized dog, but
was hung with the meaty seven inch of cock of one
of his anonymous ancestors.

"Look at your puppy, sweetheart," said Noah.
"He's suffering."

Petal turned her bright blonde head to see. Her little
jaw dropped and her eyes got big.

"See how swollen and hard his penis is, baby?" he said,
allowing himself to finger the tight warm pussy he
wanted so badly to fuck, trying not to think about
his own suffering.

"It's so pink!" she exclaimed.

The big pup darted his head forward to lick his
new mistress's face. Petal cooed sympathetically
and wrapped her arm around his neck. The poor
dog started humping the air as she kissed him.

"Don't worry, Rags," she told him softly. "I'll be
just like a little girl dog for you. I'll never let you
be lonely!"

"Good girl," Noah praised, as he positioned her
hips. He added a small pillow under them to lift
her a little bit higher. "Daddy and Bryce will be
right here helping you, Pet. Don't be afraid."


***


Rags's penis was beautiful! Bubble gum pink with
raspberry highlights. Petal could still see it in her
mind as its spread her box wide and pushed inside.

Rags needed her bad! She was so full of hot cock!

His fur was soft, tickling her bottom and the backs
of her thighs. 

The sweet feeling of being stuffed with a thrusting
prick made her moan with happiness. Even better,
at last she was feeling humping motions she had
dreamt of. Rags was fucking her hard and fast, like
a dick on springs.

His hump, the knot of his penis was bumping her
swollen button, making it harder and harder. Each
bump sent currents of heat through her pussy and
belly. She was greedy for more and kept lifting her
bottom to feel his bulge hit her clit.

She could smell Bryce's leather and his crotch. He
was kneeling right in front of her, his hands by her
sides as he covered Rags's paws. Petal wished she
could bite Bryce's leather clad hard-on as the good
feeling grew inside her.

"Fuck me, Rags," she groaned. Her cunt and clit
were being pounded harder and harder.

Then suddenly, the big knot that had been ramming
her bud, went into her vagina, forced inside by her
puppy's frantic humping.

Petal nearly swooned as her cunt locked around the
ballooning penis.

"Daddy," she cried.

"It's okay, baby," he murmured close to her ear.
"It's how Rags shows you he loves you. Doesn't
it feel good, baby, filling you up?"

It did feel good! Like a big wave at the beach, lifting
and taking her up and up. She seemed to feel Rag's
spunk pouring inside her and knew he was in ecstasy
of loving her. The pressure was intense, the pleasure
sending chills through her body.

"I'm making pee-pee, Daddy," she moaned as her
bladder let go.

"Good girl," his voice was sweet in her ear. She
felt herself cumming even as the piss was still
flooding from her hole.

Petal's whole body pulsed with her climax. She
grabbed hold of Bryce like she might wash away,
hugging him, rubbing her mouth on his stiff dick
through his pants, breathing its comforting smell
mixed with leather. She licked and bit at his cock
as another wave of cumming hit her.

I love my Bryce, she thought, I love my daddy. I
love my Rags, she screamed inside as her body
convulsed with cumming again.


***

Noah planted his cock for a handful of blissful
thrusts in his daughter's cream-filled box. It was
only force of will that had kept him from jerking
himself off to climax while watching his baby
writhe through multiple orgasms, tied to her
dog.

He added what felt like a quart of his own cream
to the load in her tight slick pussy. His assistant, he
knew, had unloaded his gun in his pants under the
onslaught of Petal's crazed lips and teeth.

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