Message-ID: <40097asstr$1040955008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <adversity@ziplip.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <IKP2MLJYH0ACPYD3OCEHKLPUONOIGOCOBXNQGGAH@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: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 13:52:48 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Petal 8 {adversity} (M+/g, pedo, inc) Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 21:10:08 -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/Year2002/40097> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate [M+/g, pedo, inc] feedback: adversity@ziplip.com ************************************** 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. ************************************* This is the story of an imaginary girl. Not real, not true, couldn't be, shouldn't be! The Story of Petal ~ chapter 8 by Adversity Petal felt sad when the holidays ended and she had to go back to school. She tried to pay attention in class and do her coloring exercise, not daydream about how much fun Christmas had been. Color in the red things, she thought. There was a flower on the page, a traffic light, a tree ... The big crayon was pretty, bright red; it looked yummy. If I had a penis, she thought, this is how big it might be. She imagined her bud growing bigger and bigger until it was the size of the crayon and shifted in her seat. How would it look if she had a penis? she wondered. Taking a quick survey of her dozen classmates with their heads bent over their drawing books, she decided to try an experiment. Slowly, she worked the crayon into her panties and lodged the flat end against her button. The pointy end stretched the cloth out like she had a big hard-on, she thought. The pressure on her clit felt so good, it sent a ribbon of heat straight up her belly. Carefully, Petal pulled her skirt up her thighs so she could see her "erection." It looked as good as it felt, she thought, with its pointy head making a pinkish bulge through the strained cloth. She squeezed the crayon head and thrust her little hips, pretending she was a horny boy. So good! Now I know how they feel, she thought, thrilled by the sensation of pumping her hips and making her penis poke out. That's when she heard Sheila Carson shriek, and she jumped. The crayon slipped and smacked flat against her now wet lips. "Petal has a crayon in her panties!" Sheila was broadcasting hysterically. "No, I don't," she lied, and meant to fish it out quickly. But the slippery round barrel felt so good rolling against her clit that she wiggled it on her bud instead of pulling it out. *** Neal Granger, the school's twenty-something male nurse was computerizing the medical records; a project he fine-tuned daily. There wasn't a lot of actual nursing to do at this job. He'd been hired for both his emergency medical training and computer skills. Three windows were up on his screen. Two were medical histories files, the third, positioned so it could be hidden quickly behind the others, displayed a video stream from PedoDr.com; a twelve year-old girl being given a pelvic exam. Neal's cock was bone hard in his pants. He stroked it slowly, teasingly, hidden by the lab coat that he always wore. He had a kind of routine since he'd taken this job, of keeping himself turned on with pictures through the morning and then jacking off at lunch time. Though his actual sex life was plain vanilla, he got off on a variety of fetishes, including kiddie porn when he could find it. If his girlfriend knew, he thought, she'd kill him. The sound of a child's cry echoing in the hallway put him on alert. He heard the distraught voice of Mrs. Winston, the first grade girl's teacher, scolding a student, and his hand moved to the delete key, just to be on the safe side. The PedoDr. image dissolved as the door to the infirmary flew open. Petal Coward, in tears, was being dragged in by the hand. Mrs. Winston, face bright red, thrust the little girl forward. "This child," she stammered, "may have a crayon in her vagina." The middle-aged woman's face turned an even darker shade of red as she uttered the V-word. "We may have to take her to the emergency room ..." "Calm down," said Neal, finding his best professional voice, even as part of his brain was doing cartwheels and telling him that he was about to star in a PedoDr. pictorial. He picked up the little girl, who, in his opinion, was the cutest nymphette the school had to offer, taking her away from the flustered teacher. He whisked her into the examining area, quickly pulling the privacy curtain shut. "Just wait there, Mrs. Winston," he instructed. "We'll know soon enough if there's any emergency here." "Don't be frightened, Petal," he told the child, hugging her briefly, reveling in the feel of her little body in his arms. Her dangling leg brushed his hard cock and he knew he'd replay the moment a thousand times in his head. Willing himself not to grin like an idiot, he positioned her on the sterile sheet that covered the vinyl cushioned table. Almost holding his breath, he lifted her short plaid skirt. "It's all right, Mrs. Winston," Neal said, staring at the child's almost nude pelvis. The crayon distorted the moist-looking crotch of her tiny bikini pants. Four inches of crayon lay between her pussy lips like a hot dog overshooting a bun, the pointy tip poking up like she had a small dick. "The crayon's just ... in her panties," he said." "Thank God," the woman gasped. "I've got to report this to the headmaster," she said. "Take her to his office when you're done. I can't have her in class, the girls are upset." *** Petal wasn't crying any more. Not since she'd felt the young man's hard penis brush her leg. Nurse Granger was nice, she thought. Not handsome, like her daddy and Bryce, but kind-looking. He had big brown eyes that were staring at her crotch. "Petal," he said, gently, and touched the crayon. "It's not a good to put things in your underpants. You could hurt yourself." "I'm sorry," she said. She half hid her face with her raised skirt, ashamed that she'd done something bad. The extra pressure of his fingertips was making the slick crayon tickle her bud. Petal saw how fascinated he seemed, his cheeks coloring up as he toyed with it. He was definitely suffering, she thought. He needed a little girl. He stopped touching and took a deep breath, offering her a slight smile. "I'm going to remove the crayon now and examine your vagina," he told her as he plucked a pair of gloves from a dispenser. "Just relax, Petal, I'm not going to hurt you." She watched curiously as he arranged a tray with cotton balls, metal prongs, and squirted something from a tube into a metal dish. What was he going to do? Her pussy felt ticklish with anticipation. He lifted the edge of her panties with the tip of his finger and slowly slid the crayon out of her moist valley. It felt teasing and wonderful to Petal; her little pussy tried to follow the crayon, her hips rising a little to feel the sliding sensation for as long as she could. Nurse Granger's eyes were burning on her box, but then he glanced up at her face, his eyebrows lifted. Petal was afraid she'd shocked him and she reminded herself that this wasn't a special visit arranged by her father. She shouldn't act as if it was. She wished it was a special visit as she watched him drop her crayon on a silver tray. She felt sure that Nurse Granger wanted and needed a special little girl. She couldn't see his erection but she was sure she'd felt it; his cock sticking up like a sausage in his pants, alongside his fly. He probably really wants to squish it inside me, she thought. Her daddy had told her many times not to let strange men touch her or know how special she was. But this wasn't a strange man; he was the school nurse! She kept her legs together after he'd slid her panties off and waited, uncertain how to behave. He took her knees in his hands and coaxed them open slowly. "Good girl," he said, and she nearly melted. She couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure when his gloved fingers spread her lips apart. He bent down low to look at her cunt. His nose was going to poke her if he got any closer, she thought, lifting her head to look at him looking. Petal laid her head back down and bit her bottom lip, feeling a drop of honey bubble out of her. Oh please, touch me, she begged silently. A nervous, excited tremor running through her clit, exposed and stared at, but untouched. Her little bud was pulsing. "Relax Petal," he said again, reaching to pick up the metal prongs, using them to pluck a cotton ball from the dispenser. He dipped it in the wet stuff on the tray. "I'm going to touch you now," he told her. "Don't be frightened." Yes! He circled her nub with the moistened cotton ball and it throbbed with pleasure. Petal's eyes closed and she almost purred as the soft sticky thing rubbed her clit, over and over again. Then it moved downward tracing the inner line of her labia, all the way down until it tickled her bottom hole! Petal's whole crotch was moist and hungry by then. She was so grateful, she groaned when he used his finger to prod at the moist cup of her vagina, stirring her girl cum. He pushed inside -- just a little at first, then a little bit more. Torture! But so good. She wondered if this was how Bryce felt when he was tied down and she played with his cock. In a way she wished she was tied down, so she wouldn't have to make herself hold still! His fingertip barely entering her vagina was making her crazy. Petal couldn't stand the slow tease one more second and she strained upward, sighing with relief as his big finger penetrated. Her mound was in the palm of his hand and she happily hugged the digit buried inside her with the muscles of her cunt. He made a suffering noise and Petal saw him press his hips flush to the side of the table. She knew he was trying to get the friction he needed on his cock. So sad that she couldn't do more to help him! "Do you have any pain?" he asked her, his voice sounded rough as he moved his finger deep inside her and rubbed his penis on the table. He was doing it slowly but she could see his hips rocking. "No," Petal said, lifting her bottom even though she knew that she shouldn't; she just had to. Breathing harder he started to really fuck her with his finger and work his cock faster. When Petal realized that he was going to spurt any second, right in his pants -- she rubbed her box more urgently into the palm of his hand -- arching upward and rotating her hips, craving the the tingling heat of cumming. The young nurse grunted and the passionate sound lit a flame in the six year-old's cunt that spread through her pelvis like wildfire. *** Neal humped the padded vinyl, praying, at first that she didn't know what he was doing, then mindlessly as he got close to shooting his load. He had to hurry! He kept imagining he heard footsteps or the creak of the doors swinging open, that he was about to get caught with his finger jamming her pie. His orgasm was frighteningly intense; out of control. The innocent little thing was humping his hand like a whore, like she couldn't get enough. It was sending his brain and his balls into overload. Neal couldn't have stopped to save his life as he neared what felt like it would be the hottest cum of his life. When her miniature cunt sucked his finger in climax, he ground his spurting dick into the padded table, soaking his pants in hot sperm. *** A very unfortunate incident. Very unfortunate. Richard Carson informed his secretary that he would keep Petal Coward in his office until her father arrived to get her, and, he added, he didn't want to be disturbed. He and the child would be discussing delicate matters. As he waited for her, he nervously considered where in the office he could he fuck her. He needed to fuck her. Badly. In the two weeks since he'd tasted her six year-old cunt with his cock, he'd thought of little else but his next session with her. He'd been in therapy with Dr. Coward for close to a year and his compulsions had lessened but not gone away. At least, he thought, he no longer desired his own daughter. Fucking Petal Coward seemed to have cured him of that. He now looked at Sheila and wished she were Petal. The only possible place, he thought, scanning his office, was the alcove lined with books; somewhat hidden, at least from the doorway. There. His eyes played over the old-fashioned library ladder that was mounted on wheels to gave him access to the highest shelves. He pictured Petal Coward standing on a convenient rung with her skirt up and her panties down. Downy bare bottom. Ready to be fucked. He forced himself to think of the hysterical Mrs. Winston to keep some semblance of control. She was demanding that Petal Coward be removed permanently from her class. She was a restless, inattentive girl, though smart. This wasn't the first incident. Mrs. Winston had come to him privately to complain that she thought Petal was masturbating during storytime. In the first week of school, another little girl in her class had told Mrs. Winston that Petal was touching herself, "down there," in the lavatory. What would he tell Noah? So far, he'd been able to keep the teacher from generating a formal report that might lead to an investigation of her home life. Thank God, Carson thought, this was not a public school! His wife, he knew, would be every bit as shocked and hysterical as the first grade teacher was, when she found out, as she no doubt would, from Sheila. Damn! A crayon, of all things, he thought and was right back in the thick of his lust, imagining the horny little child stimulating herself with a cherry-red crayola. *** School was turning out to be as almost as much fun as Christmas, Petal thought. The book jackets on the shelf in front of her were blurring into a field of colors as her eyes half shut with dreamy pleasure. She held tight to the ladder rung near her chin as she was lifted on tippy toes by Mr. Carson's big uncircumcised cock entering her. She'd never dreamed that the infirmary would be so much fun! Even if Nurse Granger was a little bit shy. He'd hidden from her to clean himself after his cum but then he'd washed Petal's notch with a warm wet cloth. That had felt very nice. And he'd patted her dry carefully, pronouncing her "as good as new." She'd hugged him when he lifted her off the table and he had given her a kiss, right on her lips! If only school was always like this -- just visiting the infirmary and being fucked in the headmaster's office. She'd be happy every day. Mr. Carson's fists were gripping the ladder to either side of her and he was grunting, his prick jogging in quick, needy thrusts. *** The six year-old was happy on the inside when her father informed her that she wouldn't be going back to school. She hid her joy because he was so serious. Not easy to pretend she wasn't happy, especially since he'd come straight from his session to join her and Bryce in the bath. His face was full of concern but his beautiful cock was heavy and extended when he took off his clothes. It swung powerfully between his legs as he stepped into the tub. Bryce had come to get her from the headmaster's office. It had been very exciting to be carried out of school in his leather-jacketed arms. Children had peeked out at them from every open door they passed. Petal heard whispers of "crayon." She knew the whispers were aimed at her but she didn't care. She was proud of being carried by the handsome young man and knew herself to be the envy of every girl who saw them. "A crayon, Mommy?" he'd said, fastening Petal into her seatbelt in the car. In spite of his slightly scolding tone, he'd put his hand up her skirt to pet her while the car was warming up, stirring his fingertip in the load of jism soaking her. "Was I very bad?" she'd asked him. "Is my daddy mad at me?" "Of course not, Pet. He's worried about you." Bryce kissed the top of her head and then he'd slid her wet panties off of her. "He would have come to get you himself, if he could have. You're awfully wet, Mommy." "Mr. Carson's sperms," she'd said. Bryce had sigh. Her daddy's assistant was always well prepared. He'd opened one of the many zippered pockets of his motorcycle jacket and from between the metal teeth had extracted a fluffy pink washcloth. For my wet pussy! she'd thought, watching him fold it in thirds. She'd lifted her skirt so he could tuck it between her legs. Soft and sweet and dry, to absorb the spunk that was dripping out of her. "Does that feel better, Mommy?" Bryce asked as he'd tickled her gently through the cloth. "Yes, baby," she'd answered, gazing up into his loving eyes. Petal had been as happy as happy could be. *** Noah laid the blame for his daughter's lust squarely on his own shoulders. He reproached himself for not anticipating the effect on her of long boring hours at school. At the same time he was annoyed that something as small as crayon could be considered so scandalous. Nevertheless, he would take Richard Carson's advice and sign the papers requesting Petal's withdrawal from school. It was best to avoid having any kind of official report made of the incident. Time to find Petal a new school, or to consider home schooling, he decided. The latter option was appealing and yet he hated to isolate her from her peers. Little interest as she seemed to have in them, he still wanted her to have every opportunity to be with other children. His own day had been challenging. He was working with a young father who'd traveled from Paris with his two year-old daughter. Pierre Gitane and Nicole. She was a beautiful child, with her father's dark hair, deep brown eyes, and pale skin. They'd begun a series of intensive training sessions. Very sensitive work. The emergency call from Pet's school had been very distressing to cope with in the middle of it. He thanked God for Bryce. The session in the training nursery had proceeded. Sensitive but rewarding work. Fortunately, they'd been in Play Area One when the call came, the child absorbed and busy with toys as Noah had listened to Richard Carson recount the incident and heard him out on the subject of removing Petal from the school. He'd swiftly dispatched Bryce to go get her. Play Area One was a cushioned, waterproof playpen. Hugging one corner was a rubbery shelf loaded with pliable plastic toys, some loose, some attached. In between two attached toys, an inflated banana and a rubber horse, was a rubber orifice of adjustable height, designed for the insertion of an erect penis. Nicole's father's uncircumcised cock protruded an impressive seven hard inches when he'd positioned himself in place; shiny with a coat of strawberry flavored lube so that a little girl would only taste something sweet when she mouthed it or licked her own fingers after playing with it. Where Pierre knelt, with his cock on display, the wall of the chamber dipped down to allow him access to her anywhere she wandered in the pen. Little Nicole had been naked, free of her diaper and very happy about it. Noah, who'd overseen the diaper removal, had successfully guided the anxious father in caressing his baby girl openly, without pretense, for the very first time. It had stirred him deeply to see the young man's passion for his daughter overcome his fear, to see him gently finger her tiny genitals and stimulate her with his tongue. "Very good," he'd praised, watching Pierre's suck tenderly on her cunt. "She's a beautiful baby and she loves her daddy." It had been an emotional session for both men as the two year-old's father kissed and licked her perfect vagina to his heart's content, holding her chubby thighs in his hands as she cooed and wiggled. Was there any more satisfying work in the world? Noah asked himself. Invariably, the answer was no when he witnessed compelling scenes like this. Nicole hadn't fussed when he'd affixed the electrode to her baby clit. If she had he would have diapered her to protect it. But she seemed unconcerned, and unaware of its presence; thrilled by her nakedness. Nicole played in the toy-filled pit, reassured by the sight of her daddy who was right there, smiling and encouraging her, while Noah controlled the stimulation of her bud. Even as he'd listened to Richard Carson, Noah's gaze hadn't wavered from the naked little cherub at play; his hand secure on the remote control. He'd watched her sample handling of the toys, including her father's penis. With the application of gentle surges, he'd rewarded her every time she touched her daddy's cock. Off the phone, at last, he'd forced himself to put his own worries aside and concentrate on his clients. "Talk to her, Pierre. Tell her what a good girl she is when she touches you." He'd murmured to her in French and the adorable child had laughed as she gripped her daddy's slick rod. This was the heart of Noah's technique, the foundation of his therapies. So simple, he thought, carefully guiding her to handle the sensitive organ correctly. It worked, he knew, because it was an amplification of the child's own desire to play with her father's genitals. He was doing nothing more than heightening the pleasure she got from touching the penis. No toy in the playpen had drawn her like the living flesh of her own father. The session appeared on its surface to be geared toward the child but it was, in fact, designed to subtly condition the parent. Isolation of his penis, seeing his cock in a colorful display of toys, alleviated a father's anxiety -- which in turn alleviated the child's. Noah had observed very early in his career, that most men couldn't put their dicks in a young daughter's hands without feeling they were giving her something dirty to play with. Their guilt inhibited them and their daughters responded to the negativity. Play Area One was designed to encourage the girl's natural urges and to relax her father. Seeing his baby's joy in handling his penis had a profound effect on a guilt-ridden father. "Thrust your prick, Pierre," Noah instructed. "A baby likes it to move." The young Frenchman had cautiously begun to slide his cock back and forth in the tight hole. This too had its use. While a child was too young for intercourse, the father had to be taught ways to get relief for his needy dick while accepting her limitations. Baby Nicole had giggled excitedly when the meaty shaft moved. She tried to hold on, laughing as it slid through her fingers. "Mon Dieu," Pierre had moaned softly, driven wild by her sticky little fists as he fucked the tight rubber ring. His little girl, stimulated by Noah, had wrung his cock harder and harder. Noah had turned off the juice as Nicole's own arousal took over. The ingenious child, feeling a need for pressure between her legs, had gotten on her knees in the corner of the pen, using both hands to aim the poking head of her new favorite toy at her pussy. She'd yelped excitedly every time it made contact with her clit. Pierre's thrusts had become erratic, his breathing labored as his leaking cockhead slid between her tender lips. When Noah had knew the man was close to erupting, he'd turned the remote back on, triggering the child's orgasm. A better consummation of their initial work session would be hard to conceive of, he reflected. The child had cum as her daddy's sperm splashed her vulva. Now Noah had his own baby to think of. She and Bryce and Rags had been out to play in the snow. Noah had seen the worn out puppy sound asleep on the hearth in the family room. He'd found Petal and Bryce getting warmed up in the bath. Rosy-cheeked, with her eyes shining, his baby girl had come to roost in his lap in the deliciously steamy bath. Though he studied her carefully for signs of distress when he told her he was taking her out of school, he saw that she was only concerned for him. "Don't worry, Daddy," she said, lathering his chest with a bar of soap almost too big for her small grasp. Noah sighed, seduced by her and the blessed effect of warm water. He leaned back in the molded seat to rest his head. Petal's angelic face was a joy to his eyes. Her smooth bottom, moving near his cock was teasing him into full erection. Bryce had taken one of Noah's feet in hand and was massaging it, expertly. Once again, his little family was draining every care in the world from him. He thought vaguely of Barton Davis's accusations that Bryce was a homosexual, that his devotion to Noah was based on sexual attraction. "And your point is ..." Noah had countered his old teacher's comments. Let Barton Davis bristle over it all he liked, Noah was more than content to be attended to by Bryce. Much better than inciting his daughter's jealousy with the presence of another female. He thought back to Dierdre, the young woman who'd been with him briefly before Bryce. A disaster. She and Petal had competed viciously for his attention. Dierdre hadn't understood that there was no contest. His daughter was the love of his life. *** These 8 chapters concludes the first part of The Story of Petal. More may or may not follow. -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+