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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 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.

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