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 The Missa Chronicles 01 - Missa by CloudWriter All rights of publication
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   The situations and people are fictitious.  These stories are intended
for adults only.  If the ideas of incest, anal sex, and man-girl relations
and any other kind of nastiness that I can concoct are offensive to you,
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   One

   Missa Barnes slipped into her room from the darkened hallway.  She
closed the door quietly behind her and leaned back against the mirror
behind it.  Her glazed eyes scanned around her room.  It was the home of a
typical sweet 14-old girl.  Pink and frilly, the room was full of the stuff
of her mostly pleasant childhood.  She noticed the plaques and trophies
over the dresser for her years of ice skating, soccer and gymnastics.  She
gazed across the desk with her computer, her school books and her small
collection of nail polish, her only nod to her advancing movement through
teenage.  Her eyes moved to her bed, the frilliest space of all.  Pink on
pink, it was almost covered with stuffed animals of all sizes and types. 
Missa's life was simple and innocent...until 10 minutes earlier.

   She girl shuddered quietly, turned off the overhead light and dreamily
slipped toward her bed.  She reached under her pillow and pulled out the
adorable pink jammies.  She pushed he pants down and they fell to the floor
around her feet.  Her top came off over her head and she stood there naked
save for panties and stared at her body's reflection in the mirror.  In the
room lit only by the small light at her bedside, her body seemed to her an
unfamiliar presence for the first time.  Her legs are thin and very strong.
Solid and long, tapered up from her slim ankles to the strong, supple
thighs, a tiny triangle of light peaked through from behind her through her
legs in her reflection.  Her gaze flowed up taking in her flat, well
defined tummy and rose to her tiny, but distinct breast buds topped by the
puffy pink nipples that were strangely tingling at that very moment like
she'd never known them to do before.

   Missa, watching herself almost as an entirely detached viewer, saw her
hand float up her hips and across her tummy to cup her small boob in her
right hand.  She watched herself slowly caress the soft bulge and felt her
own fingers contacting her own creamy skin.  Her palm pressed down and she
could feel the fat little knob at the end that was pulsing and very warm to
touch.  Missa moaned softly as she watched herself being fondled by the
stranger in the mirror.

   Her other hand, almost of a mind of its own crept across her thigh and
softly rested at the crotch of the little pink panties.  Her finger sensed
the warmth below the thin cotton and it twitched against the ridge she
found there.  Before long Missa was bending her knees and drawing her body
down harder onto her twitching digit.  Again she moaned.

   Her one hand was cupping and squeezing each breast while the other hand
now rubbed up and down her girlish mound.  Her eyes were closed.  When she
startled herself with a guttural groan that rose from her throat, her sight
returned to see the sexy view of now a young woman pleasuring herself
virginally before her eyes.  Missa Barnes slipped her thumbs into the
waistband her panties and pushed them down her legs.  With both hands now
she reached between her thighs and used her thumbs to press her puffy lips
together and then pull them apart.  She was wet and leaking.  A slight drip
of her youthful juice was dribbling down the inside of her thigh.

   Keeping one hand on her now hot and moist little sex, she shoved the
animals off her bed, pulled back covers and slid between the sheets. 
Safely in her virginal bed, Missa's one hand now was rapidly fondling one
breast and then the other, being sure to give her now very thick, hot
nipples plenty of squeezing and squishing.  Meanwhile, her other hand is
stroking impatiently up and down along her now quivering young slit.  Her
finger was sliding into the gooiness between the swollen lips.  Her mind
was racing like crazy, much like her hand against her own simmering young
arousal.  Missa Barnes was entirely lost in the self lust that had her
breath rasping, her throat grunting out soft "ahhs" and her puffed up
nipples buzzing and vibrating against her palm.

   The single thought that entered her head through the thick fog of
screaming lust that now gripped her fully was what she witnessed only
moments before at the door, slightly ajar, back in that darkened hallway.

   Two

   Victor Barnes sat in the living room with his 14-year-old daughter,
Melissa.  Missa, as she was known was the only good thing that came from
his disastrous marriage to her mother.  After five years of troubled and
contentious marriage, Stella up and bolted away from Victor, Missa and the
town they lived in.  Along with all the money in the joint account and
their RV, the woman just disappeared one afternoon while Vic and Missa were
out at the park.  He was left with a pile of debts and a
three-year-old-daughter to raise alone.  It was tough sledding for several
years before Vic's home-based business began to really produce.  Now he was
able to provide for them both so that they live comfortably in a fine house
in a good part of town.

   Lately, though, Vic has become troubled.  For so many years he had
submerged all thoughts and impulses about sexual matters.  This is not
healthy for a 44-year-old man.  As his young daughter blossoms into
womanhood, he is seeing the nascent beginnings of her sensual being and it
is starting to prey on his imagination and spark deviant thoughts in his
soul.  Even more troubling is his fascination with Missa's beautiful,
blooming young friends.  At her soccer games he is frequently glued to his
lawn chair because standing would betray his sick and lustful obsession.

   The one in particular that rattles his sexual nerve center is Tracy
Centares, their neighbor on the block and Missa's very closest friend. 
Tracy is also 14, but looks more like 17.  Her breasts are very well
developed and she stands almost three inches taller than his little Missa.
Tracy's hair is very dark and lushly curly and her complexion reveals her
almost purely Mediterranean heritage.  Standing next to his fair-skinned,
crop-topped, blond-as-blond-could-be daughter, the contrast is striking. 
Tracy puts Vic in mind of Lindsey Lohan when she was young.

   It was this resemblance that drove Vic to his bedroom that night. 
Seeing young Lindsey prancing around on the movie they were watching, Vic
was nursing a stiffness in his pants that was almost unbearable.  In fact
was unbearable.  After a while he had to excuse himself, claiming that the
movie was rather boring for him and he'd go up to read in bed and then be
off to sleep.  He moved and bent carefully to conceal his embarrassment and
gave young Missa a peck on the cheek and fairly ran up the stairs to his
room.

   Three

   Young Missa Barnes came up the stairs.  Her dad, Victor, had excused
himself sometime before, allowing Missa to remain below to finish the movie
they had been watching.  It was with Lindsey Lohan when she was only about
the same age as Missa was now.  Missa finished up the movie and was about
the go to bed.  She went into the bathroom and prepared for bed.

   Leaving the bathroom, Missa noticed light coming from a crack in the
doorway of her father's room.  She noticed it mostly because she heard a
strange slight grunting noise floating down the hall as well.  She slid
down the hall, somehow knowing that she did not want to disturb what was
happening in her dad's room.  She reached the door and peered in through
the slight crack.  Usually dad's door was fully closed, but this night in
his haste to be alone, he failed to secure it such and it silently popped
open a bit when the heater came on.  Vic was much too busy to notice.

   Missa could see the large mirror above the dresser.  In that reflection
she could see the entire king-sized bed that Vic occupied.  On it she
spotted a soft-bound book with a pencil drawing of what looked like a young
girl with three leering men standing around her.  She made out the title as
"Virgin Rump Riders".  Expanding her view, she saw her father's face; his
eyes squeezed shut, his expression screwed up and struggling as if under
great exertion.  Then Missa noticed where her dad's hands were and what
they were doing.

   His left hand was sliding up and down along a thick piece of meat that
seemed to jut from his belly.  She knew that it was his penis.  She'd never
seen such a thing in real life...only in clinical drawings in books at
school.  She was fascinated by the size of it and the reddish-purple color
of the thicker head.  He was stroking it quickly.  She noticed his other
hand was reached down between his legs and was fondling his
testicles..."balls" she thought, as she watched his one hand pump the shaft
while the other rapidly twisted and pulled at the hairy sack.

   Soon, Vic was pumping harder and faster.  Missa could see him reach
further with his other hand down between his legs.  His feet were down and
his knees were up.  He arched his back and poked a finger of his hand at
his own bottom hole.  He was pressing in and the tip disappeared, she
noticed his whole body stiffen and his arching extend as his groans and
breathing stopped and started erratically.  Then, the most amazing thing
happened as his penis expanded, his finger plunged into his butt deeper and
a gushing string of white goo spewed from the end of his manhood.  It
splashed across his naked chest.  Soon another blast shot out that went
even further, splattering against his cheek and as high as his forehead. 
Two or three more, smaller shots came out creating a gooey mess on his
chest and tummy.  Some more was oozing out as he slowly squeezed up the now
purple shaft.

   Soon enough, all the tension left his body and he collapsed back down
onto the bed, his finger ejected from his bottom, his shaft hand releasing
the now shrinking member and white goo everywhere on his chest, legs and
lewdly dripping down the shaft, down his hairy ball sack and down further
to his butthole to form a little puddle on the sheet.

   Four

   The next morning, both Vic and Missa were somewhat on edge, although
neither of them was much interested to discuss any particulars with the
other.  It was Saturday and Missa had a soccer game at 10:30.  About 10:15
a knock came at the back door.  Vic opened the door to the sight of lovely
young Tracy standing there.  Her breasts, barely contained by her sports
bra protruded against her too-tight soccer jersey.  Her shapely tan legs
flowed down from her shorts.  Her hair was pulled back in a pony that
allowed her pretty face to be fully exposed.

   Tracy looked up into Vic's eyes, in that nervous-making way she had and
her head kind of tilted slightly as she spoke.  "Mr.  Barnes, my mom said
I'd have to grab a ride to soccer with you and Missa.  Is that OK?"

   Vic, frequently tongue-tied in the presence of this little nymphet
started to stutter some kind of response when Missa, dressed and ready for
the game blasted into the kitchen behind him and shot around him out the
door.  "Dad, let's go.  Of course Tracy comes along.  Let's go.  We're
gonna be late."

   The ride was uneventful, and mostly Tracy did all the talking.  Vic was
concentrating on keeping his dick down and his hands off the luscious girl
between him and his daughter.  He could feel the warmth of the girl's thigh
against his and the battle within him was monumental.  Missa was extra
quiet this morning and seemed totally lost within her own thoughts.

   They pulled up at the field and Vic announced as the girls piled out
that he had some errands to run, but would be back to pick them up at
12:00. With this he, probably too quickly, jetted away from the park.

   Twelve o'clock and Vic Barnes was back at the park, his engine running
as the two sweaty girls approached the car.  They both seemed upset and
were clearly out of sorts with each other.  It seems that Missa, usually a
star forward played like absolute crap.  She missed several easy shots and
her passes were almost all captured by the opposition.  Tracy was entirely
bent out of shape by Missa's poor play and was very vocal about it.  For
her part, Missa just sulked and took the abuse.  The ride home was a misery
for all concerned as Vic was fairly intoxicated by the rank odor of the two
little athletes.

   At home, Vic fixed up some lunch for the girls and reported that he had
to meet some clients and would be back around 5:00 PM.  And he left.

   The girls calmed down and normalized while eating.  After knowing each
other for four years, one crappy soccer game doesn't do much to diminish
the girls' capacity for yakking and laughing.  After lunch, they decided
that they should shower-up and get the stench of that game off of
themselves.  As they were climbing the stairs, Tracy turned to Missa and
said "Can we use your dad's shower?  He won't mind, huh?" Missa, now jolted
into thinking about her dad's room replied.  "I don't see that as a
problem." Then the dashed down the hall to Vic's bedroom.

   Five

   "You go first, Trace" Missa heard herself saying as the memories of the
previous evening rushed back into her head ...  and her loins.  Tracy
closed the bathroom door and the shower came on.  Missa was already on her
knees next to dad's bad opening drawers, looking for that provocative book
she knew was around here somewhere.  She startled and sputtered when the
bathroom door whooshed open and Tracy stuck her head through announcing "I
think maybe, even better, a bath in this big tub with all the jets." Missa,
catching her breath, and seeing an opportunity, stammered an affirmative
reply and the door whooshed closed again.  Missa was back on the hunt, and
now she knew she had a little private time to work.

   It didn't take Missa long to find the book in dad's sock drawer.  It had
a most interesting still-moist stain on its cover.  Missa raised the book
to her nose and sniffed the suspicious spot.  Then her mind began to reel
and she took a deep long intoxicating breath of the odd, stimulating nectar
that created the stain.  Now her head was almost spinning from confused
lust.  She sat on the bed; leaned back against the headboard and cracked
open the book about where it was last night.  She started reading.

   After about 40 minutes, through the sliding bathroom door, still open
just a crack, Tracy Centares saw something that shocked her and confused
her and thoroughly aroused her.  There on the king sized bed was her pal
Missa Barnes, knees up, arching off the bed.  Her one hand was frigging her
naked pussy while her other was up under her poking a stiff middle finger
up and down into her own asshole.

   Tracy dropped the towel she was wrapping herself in and stared while her
best friend masturbated herself to a lamp-rattling, concussive orgasm right
before her very eyes.  Her own hand instinctively found her own moist, warm
girl mound with its slight tangle of wet, dark, curly hair.  Tracy watched
with rapt attention all of Missa's actions and was doing the same to
herself now; even to the point of starting to shove a finger up her own
butthole!  As she plunged that digit into herself she let out an audible
gasp.

   Both girls froze!  Missa looked down along her own body and then up at
the tensed eye she could see directly opposite her, behind the mostly
closed door.  "Tracy?" said Missa.  "Yes-s?" stammered back Tracy.  Missa
rose to a seated position, legs still lewdly splayed as Tracy slid the door
open, revealing her beautiful, naked, aroused body.  Missa, eyes opened
wide by her reading and by her abandon-less self-loving, now understanding
more of her own needs and desires took the initiative..."Come over here,
Tracy, I'd like to read to you from this book..."

   Ten minutes later, the two sexy, naked proto-women were seriously
wrapped up in each other's arms experiencing their very first ever
sexually-expressive kissing.  The girls writhed and wriggled around each
other like snakes in a pit while their mouths were fused together by a
magnetic passion entirely unknown to these two children just moments
before. Arms and legs entwined and stretched and bent and wrapped around
each other.  The two girls, best friends, physical opposites appeared
almost as one slithering sex-creature rolling around the huge bed.

   Six

   About fifteen minutes after that, Vic Barnes pulled into his driveway,
stopping at the front of the house.  He was home two hours earlier than he
said because one of the clients he was to see cancelled on him.  Vic came
in the front door and wondered about the silence that surrounded him
downstairs.  He knew that when Missa and Tracy were together it was talk,
talk, talk with music blaring and computer sites yapping.  But this time it
was eerily quiet in the house, which put Vic on alert for something 'off'.
He looked around downstairs and spotted no one and no sign, other than some
dishes in the sink.

   Actually, he was rather glad the girls were gone, probably to Trace's
house.  At that thought, the actions of the evening before slithered into
his head.  He viewed this quiet house as opportunity to further study his
"Virgin Rump Riders" and to whack off about Tracy Centares.  He turned the
corner to the stairway and was alerted to some muffled sound.  He ascended
the stairs warily and quietly...silently approaching his own room at the
end of the hall, where the muffled sounds seem to come from.  Within a few
seconds, Vic had come to his own partially open door and peered through the
crack and could see the mirror above the dresser.  In that mirror, the
frustrated pervert that dwelled within Vic's soul was sucked to the surface
of his psyche in one blinding second as he took in the scene before him. 
There on the bed, his copy of "Rump Riders" partially crushed by the naked
back of his own, adorable, young daughter.  Above her, with her gorgeous
butt cheeks oriented right toward the mirror, her tiny virgin anus, winking
and beckoning was none other than Tracy Centares.  The girls were locked in
the very erotic and passionate embrace that is natural for two women to
enjoy deep oral stimulations.  His daughter's blond hair was visible in the
mirror between Tracy's sexy thighs and Vic could see Missa's tongue lapping
and poking up into the bigger girls delightful, dripping wet, screaming red
pussy.  What he could see of Missa's head, as well as Tracy's inner thighs
was totally shiny from wet emanations.

   Missa's arms were around Tracy's thighs and grasping at her magnificent
buttocks, pulling her down onto the smaller girl's face.  Vic could see
small welts on Tracy's ass where small fingers had latched on too hard. 
While he was watching, Missa's arms began to move along Tracy's thighs, her
hands sloping down into the crack between her cheeks.  Missa started
rubbing around Tracy's little rosebud.  As it twitched, so did Tracy down
harder into Missa's hungry face.  Before long one of Missa's fingers had
centered on the dark puckered hole.  The she pressed her digit forward,
forcing it into Tracy's bum.  All of the gooey mix of saliva and cunt scum
soaked the area and made it easy for Missa to sink it in almost fully one
swift jab.  Tracy's lurched forward at that invasion and her head rose out
from between Missa's tight clamping thighs.  Her eyes were closed as she
experienced, perhaps her first devastating orgasm.  She grunted and moaned
and humped at Missa's face like a wild woman, her head flailing from side
to side.

   Seven

   As she moaned and writhed through her orgasm Tracy finally came to open
her eyes a bit and she froze briefly at what she witnessed.  There standing
at the now fully open door was Missa's dad, Vic Barnes leaned heavily
against the doorjamb, his hand wrapped around his hard dick, stroking it
lovingly as he watched her having her cum.  The look in Vic's eyes told the
now super-sexually charged child not only not to worry, but, in fact to
hunger and crave for the next step in this extraordinary afternoon.  Vic
saw in her randy neediness for more...just more fucking sex....right
now...every way possible.  Silently agreeing on a course of action Vic
dropped his pants and came around the bed to where Tracy's ass waved in the
air.

   Missa had evacuated Tracy's asshole when she came and further grasped
her thighs to keep the girl from flying off of her super aroused mouth,
tongue, nose and chin.  She only noticed a slight change of light when the
horny pervert that was her father approached Tracy's asshole with his
extremely stiff and excited dick.  Slopping up some of Tracy's juicy
pleasure with the end of his cock, he aimed at the slightly gaped butthole
of his absolute wet dream fuck whore, Tracy Centares.  Tracy turned her
head to look hungrily into Vic's eyes as he started to plunge his dick into
her bowels.  He sunk his meat into her and she groaned loudly lowering her
own sex-juice-craved mouth down onto Missa's scorched and vibrating cunt.

   Missa really got tuned up when Tracy reattached her face to the
throbbing, sloppy sex-slit between her legs.  She moaned out loud and her
own head pushed back and down away from the wet gyrating task at hand.  Her
eyes opened and what she saw filled her with deep confusion and extreme new
lust.  Just above her forehead, two balls in a hairy sack were mooshed down
against Tracy's skin.  The nut sack was now pushing against her forehead.
She will learn later what teabagging was, but for now the experience was
magnificent.  She reached back and grasped the thighs attached to the
man-organs scraping against her skin.

   As Vic pulled his cock back to recharge a hard slam into his
no-longer-ass-virgin fuck queen, Missa caught a glimpse of the twisted up
mouth and eyes-clamped shut face of her own father!  Missa Barnes audibly
groaned as she started to cum.  Her pussy exploded with fantastic
gyrations. Strong rippling flesh within her virgin twat sucked at Tracy's
tongue.  Vast quantities of Salty-sweet Missa-juice gushed from somewhere
deep inside her and flooded the area between her thighs.  Her legs
scissored shut harder around Tracy's head.  She bucked and twisted and
screamed into the mass of cunt and nuts and man ass that was above her
face.

   Vic was pile driving deep into Tracy's rump, each time slamming his
bulging nutsack against his own daughter's sweaty, slimy forehead.  Missa
was swabbing her tongue along the hot and quivering virgin cunt of her best
friend.  Each time Vic pulled back, Tracy's very stiff cum-button slipped
into a grasping mouth.  Feeling the clit slip along her tongue, Missa
mashed it up against Tracy's pubic bone on each stroke.  Her hands kneaded
the back of Vic's thighs up and down as she was creaming and cumming almost
constantly now.  Her nails drew welts as she gripped and grasped Vic's
pistoning butt cheeks.

   Missa's hand reached up for crack of her dad's ass.  She tugged his
cheeks apart.  Her slender thumb reached toward Vic's butthole.  When he
pulled back again from Tracy, to recharge another hard plough into the
young rectum, Missa jabbed her digit right up into Vic's sloppy wet
tingling anus.  As she did she pulled her dad's nuts into her mouth and
held on.  Vic madly punched his hips foreword against Tracy, sinking his
dick in full length.  Missa could feel Vic strangle her thumb and she
started rotating it within him.  Her dad was jerking over and over into the
aroused butthole.  She could feel his nuts fighting to rise into firing
position and was sucking and tugging back with her extremely talented young
mouth.

   Tracy has lost all mental sense and was nothing but a lethally aroused,
screaming mass of feeling.  She was feeling her own sweet breasts dragging
against her dearest friend's sweaty and slithering torso; she could feel
Missa's hard little titties poking her like two diamonds against her own
tummy.  She could feel Missa's chin jammed hard right up against her
sizzling clit; and Vic's Dick.  Tracy was feeling Vic's dick everywhere
inside her and everywhere it touched it throbbed against her own bristling
colon walls.  Even her cunt felt full as the pressures made his stiff
hardness be felt behind the vibrating wall between.  When Vic's cock
stopped expanding....it simply squirt a blazingly hot stream of juice out
into the cavity already stuffed and gooey with her own crap...again and
again it blasted hard shots into the juicy blob.  Tracy's mind just snapped
and she screamed out a loud grunting, moaning howl and propelled herself
entirely off Missa onto the massive bed, convulsed several times and passed
out.

   Missa was startled out of her own continuous throbbing revelries as
Tracy flew off her, leaving her exposed in the bed.  Above her head she
looked straight up at a beautiful and powerful sight: Her father's cock,
fully erect, pulsing and glowing purple.  A thick coat of nasty looking,
nasty smelling goo encased most of the member.  The little hole opened up
again and big blob of cum oozed out and down the dick, merging with the
mangy scum there and fell right against Missa's cheek and mouth.

   With her thumb finger still fully inserted in Vic's butt, he felt
plugged with pleasure.  He looked down upon his beautiful and fully
erogenous young 14 year old daughter.  Her legs splayed and vibrating with
tension and lust; her sparsely haired pussy lips fully engorged, glowing
red and glistening.  Spurts of juice flowed as it puckered in and out
frequently.  Her tight body trembled with her uncontrollable and insatiable
lust.  Her small knockers, sharp mounds capped with delicious-looking, fat,
pulsating cherries.  His daughter's lovely face, sweaty and shining with
Tracy's cunt slop; short, blond hair plastered to her temples and a giant
puddle of his own perverse poop-sullied sperm draining down her cheek.

   Eight

   Vic Barnes and his daughter Mellissa met eyes for the first time as they
had never met before.  It was as if they were one person together, fully
engaged and entwined in each other as two trees growing in a dense forest.
They both knew at that moment that their calm, sedate suburban life had
changed forever in the most significant possible way.  Two people, sharing
the same blood were now sharing the same soul.  That moment of eye contact,
lasting only an instant carried with it the deepest possible expression of
commitment and love.  Together they were now in all ways; equals in their
intense carnal intentions.

   Missa reached up and stroked the magnificent meat that was now hers as
much as his.  Her wrapped fist scrapped the accumulated Tracy and Vic
juices and what not toward the fat, dark head.  She pushed on down and
aimed it all into her wanton mouth.  The nasty dollop streamed down to land
on her tongue.  She closed her mouth and pulled his cock closer and kissed
the tip lovingly.  She sucked the knob into her hot mouth.  Sucking and
swallowing, she coaxed more fresh man nectar from the softening slab. 
Missa, upside down on the bed let her head drop off the side and sucked
some length of him into her mouth.

   Vic, seeing his daughter/lover suck him in was bedazzled.  He started
slowly plunging his cock into her mouth and toward her throat.  As the tip
pressed against it, Missa gagged and sputtered out her nose.  Vic hissed at
her "swallow it!  Swallow my cock, darling.  Use your throat." Missa
started swallowing and sucking on him.  It was working; she could now take
his cock right down her throat.  For Vic, the sight of Missa's throat
bulging from the outside made it look like his daughter had an Adam's apple
as he gently pumped in and out of her throat.  Vic smiled at that and
fucked his daughter's mouth until he finally realized that he could longer
endure the obscenely intense excitation.  He pulled back from her slowly
watching his penis lewdly flow from her mouth like a thick, pink snake and
on past the most beautiful face he'd ever know.

   Missa groaned loudly and pulled her thumb finally out of Vic's bunghole
and sweetly grasped at his sagging nutsack once more before he backed away
completely.  Vic leaned forward and kissed, for the millionth time his
sweet, smart, athletic, loving daughter and for first time the incredibly
sexual and adept woman he would live with for the rest of his life.

   Nine

   Missa lay back and took a deep, sensuous breath and drew her hands down
across body.  They slickly roamed all over her chest and abs, down her hips
and thighs and across her still throbbing sex mound.  She could feel her
own slurry of cum tonic bubble out as she used her fingers to push her
thick labs together.  She had never felt them like this, all thick and
puffy and warm to the touch.  She enjoyed the calming effect it was having,
dulling the almost constant rippling within her.  Missa then reached up to
put her palms against her eyes and forehead as she suddenly realized with
her brain, which had been shut off for the last hour or so, the enormity of
events that were experienced by her body.  She moved her leg and found it
lodged under her bff, now, she was certain a lover forever as well.  Gently
she extracted it and lovingly kissed the sleeping beauty on her bottom and
on her cheek as she rose from the bed.  Missa pulled a blanket off the foot
of the bed and covered her exhausted neighbor.  Tracy, for her part
murmured clearly enough as she was being tucked in..."goood book".  Missa
smiled and padded into the bathroom to find her loving father.

   Ten

   Vic Barnes was sitting on the lidded commode, naked, his elbows on his
knees and his head in his hands.  He was sobbing.  Missa approached him
without him looking up.  She got down on the carpeted floor in front of
him, looking up into his face.  "Daddy?" Vic pulled his palms apart
exposing his tear filled eyes to hers.  "Missa Honey.  I love you.  I'm so
ashamed.  I'm sorry." Missa reached her hand up to Vic's face and cupped
his cheek.  "My darling daddy.  Never, ever say that or think that again
about this.  I want to thank you, my lover.  I feel free and alive and
ready for anything now.  I love you, daddy." With this the two collapsed
into an intimate hug.  Vic could feel her sharp little cones poke into him,
and pulled her tighter.  For her part, Missa put her hands on Vic's thighs
and started to rub them back and forth.  Soon the lovers were fully engaged
in a passionate, deep and very meaningful kiss.  Their tongues are dancing
between them at a furious and deep pace.  Each of their groans was
swallowed by the other until they seemed a regular animal purr between
them.

   Then they were hugging then apart and finally holding each other,
staring into each other's eyes.  Then they started to smile, almost
simultaneously, breaking into rampant giggles before long.  Vic, sniffing,
said "Whew", we're a pretty rank couple of sex sluts aren't we?" Missa
noticed what he was talking about and she said "Actually, this all started
when Tracy went to have her bath.  I stunk the place up even before all of
that, uh..." - taking a deep breath, - "all of that exercise." Her eyes
sparkled delightfully.  Vic looked at her and saw her at all her ages at
once and felt himself the luckiest man alive.  "Let's have a tub?  What do
you say?"

   Not waiting for an answer he got up, turned and reached over to make the
tub fill.  From Missa's point of view on the floor, Vic's dick was sagging
only inches from her face.  She rapidly adjusted and wrapped her hungry
lips around the limp meat and slurped it into her mouth.  Vic groaned in
surprise, but only moved enough to brace himself above his girl's head. 
Missa began to learn the art of cocksucking.  With the skill of a sexual
quick study, the novice cocksucker soon had daddy stiff as ever, juiced up
and throbbing.  She kept her mouth closed and sucked like a vacuum while
she tongued the stiff pole in her mouth.  Her hands fondled his soft
ballsack while her head bounced down and up his lovely cock.  Now his
dickhead was poised at her throat and she used what she learned earlier
while having her mouth fucked by her dad, and swallowed it into her throat.
Great gobs of saliva were now running down her chin as daddy kindly fucked
and she kindly sucked him in.  After a particularly sweet climax from his
precious girl, he opened his eyes to see the tub filled and ready.

   After a tubbing and necking and feeling and cleaning and more necking,
they emerged from the tub, dried each other with particular attention to
the most particular parts and reentered the bedroom.  Tracy was totally
zoned out still on the bed.  Missa tugged at her daddy's front tail, moving
him out the door and down the hall to her bedroom.  She tugged him in
plopped herself down on the bed amidst all her childhood friends and
snugglers.  She lay back on them, her legs hanging down the side of the
bed. Vic looked down and grinned at his glorious naked 14-yo lover
spreading her legs and licking her lips suggestively among the innocence of
her background.  The incest-pedo-perv in him, now free to express and
explore, dragged Vic down to his knees before the alter of her sex.  His
big hands pushed her thighs apart and held them wide.  He eyed the slit
winking back at him.  He leaned forward and gently kissed the puffy mound.
She put her hands to his head and lightly ran her fingers through his thick
hair.  Then he darted his tongue out to flick at the small crest of her
crack, lightly jabbing in where her clit lay waiting.

   Missa shivered at the touch of the warm tongue on her mound.  He then
fully extended his tongue, flat and wide and slapped it on to the bottom of
her pusscrack and dragged it slowly and wetly up her complete twat until it
ended up mashed flat and stiff against the throbbing pinpoint of her
clitoris.  A sharp gasp escaped the young girl's throat.  Her hands became
wrapped in his hair, her knees pushing against his palms.  He kneaded the
soft flesh of the hard thighs.  His mouth and tongue now started diving the
depths of Missa.  Vic was eating his sweet, clean daughter.  He was
devouring the tastiest thing he'd ever had.  Its moisture started to flow
almost instantly, slicking up everything and lubing it for fast action. 
His happy tongue plunged and plunged again deep into her greasy, quivering
cum pot.  Now her knees were locked against his head.  His hands roamed
freely her smooth abdomen and extraordinarily fine small, small breasts. 
The fat nipples began their tingling act and he wasted no time putting one
in each hand.  He squeezed them left-right while his tongue pumped her
pussy in-and-out.  He had a good rhythm going and her ass rose off the bed
in an exquisite climax.

   "Daddy!  Oh Fuck, Daddy, don't stop using me like this.  I love this. 
My gawwwd.  That's so fucking Hotttttttttt!  Don't stop, ever, daddy.  I
love you soo fucking much!"

   Vic could barely hear the words his writhing daughter was sputtering out
as she humped her lust-charged cunt against his face.  Now she was humping
so vigorously that Vic was swabbing the girl's virgin, but terribly excited
and wanton asshole too.  Vic tapped his tongue into her anus and then
pulled it out and flatten-fucked her entire crotch...over and over.  Missa
had spread her arms about her and drew many of her beloved stuffed friends
to her bosom and face.  She was luxuriating in her innocence and youth
while her body was becoming sexualized to its maximum.  Her mind was
reeling.  Her hips were shaking like paint mixer when she felt Vic rapidly
change the game, grab her hips and ram his tongue fully into her grasping,
craving asshole.

   His tongue felt like a hot, wet cone of MORE driving into her.  She
screamed into the furry zoo that surrounded her head.  "Fuck it daddy! 
Fuck my goddammed assssssss.  Fuck me now!  Pleeeeeeez.  Please shove it in
me too.  Fuck MY ass." Missa groaned loudly and breathed out roughly to
add, "Ride my Rump, daddy...  Ride my virgin rump hard!"

   At this reference to the book so instrumental in this amazing day, Vic
grinned to himself; stood back up and away from Missa's ultra-hot and gooey
crotch; grasped her by her slim hips and rapidly flipped the little girl
over like a pancake.  Her legs spread as he pushed against them with his
own and he sidled his stiff six inches right up against her engorged
shitter.  Two big hands found a firm grip on two smooth, firm hips.  Missa
pushed her ass back trying to capture the man.  Vic readied his own hips
and made a powerful jabbing motion forward.  He pierced the ring of her
anus and sunk in almost fully on the single stroke.  Missa let out a howl
as his engorged cock invaded her rectum roughly.  He stroked once more
before his penis was fully invisible now, deep in Missa's bowels.  His
nutsack jammed up against her quivering, distended pussy lips.

   Now Vic started fucking the girl; relentlessly jamming himself into her
bottom; watching her hands grasping at the pretty pink blanket with pastel
horses all over it.  Her girl hands, clutching at the material so to remain
attached to the magnificent connection.  Her face was mashed against a soft
doggie doll that she used to sleep with when she was a girl...last night.
Her mouth grotesquely oozing spit onto the furry pillow.  His heavy nuts
were slapping rhythmically against her quim and her clit twitched each time
the hairy sack bounced against it.

   Vic was pounding into her with fast, even strokes, just fucking,
literally, the shit out her.  Missa's head turned and she opened her eyes
to catch a glimpse from the mirror behind her door.  In it she captured the
image, forever, of her own daddy, toned and tensed at his work cramming his
manhood into a small, wanton, fuck-struck woman, no larger than a smallish,
14 year old girl.  The face of that woman/girl was burning into her own
eyes.  Who once was a stranger in her eyes only last night was now the
woman she'll know for the rest of life as Missa Barnes.

   End for now

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