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 The Missa Chronicles 02 - Tracy By CloudWriter All rights of publication
belong to CloudrWriter

   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,
you best stop reading this right now and log off of whatever site you are
viewing this on, because it is full of nasty shit like this.  You've been
warned.

   Note: Although I hope this story stands on its own, it would be better
to read 'The Missa Chronicles 01 - Missa' before you read this one.
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   One

   Tracy Centares startled awake.  "Daddy!" She thought.  He'd been gone
three weeks.  Now at 2:30AM she heard his truck pull up outside her window.
A bit of anticipation entered the young girl's head.  A strong chill sank
down Tracy's back.  She didn't understand it, but it made her hyper alert
to all that was going on in the world and within herself.  Tracy
experienced an anxiety she didn't understand.  Of course she missed her
daddy, but tonight that missingness has perked up in a new and private
place.  As she heard him come in the house, she felt a tingling in her
virgin loins.  She could hear him relieve himself after his long trip.  The
thought came to her head that at that moment her daddy was wagging his
penis in his hand: That made her shiver.  His slow footsteps on the stairs
caused Tracy to squeeze her legs together.  Tracy lay there in the dark,
seeing only a square of light on the ceiling from the window, rubbing her
thighs together as she hears him walk past her door and into the room of
his wife.

   On entering, the highlight of the room was Martin's lovely wife Dora. 
The candlelight enveloped her dark complexion and thick dark hair with a
soft orange halo glow.  She was dressed in the slickest black silk she
owned.  Her ample breasts lilted beneath the draped cloth; one strap
seductively fallen off a shoulder and her nipples hard as diamonds.  The
skin between her beautiful breasts was glowing a deeper reddish color. 
Gazing down he noted that her hands were between her legs and could see two
of her fingers plunging up into her juicy pussy.  The other hand was
holding on to her large clit with two fingers, rubbing it like a tiny dick.


   "My Man is home.  Come here you." Dora Centares was ready for her man.
She had been expecting his return with a hearty randiness.  She calculated
his arrival when he called from the road and worked herself into a complete
fever pitch for her lover of 15 years.  Martin closed the door quietly and
peeled off his clothes in a flash and was replacing her fingers with his
mouth.

   Eight inches away in the next room, their daughter must have sensed the
passionate anticipation coming through the wall.  She listened closely,
hardly breathing.  She could hear her mother moaning with pleasure.  On
this, Tracy's hand fled to her own fuzzy mound.  Her hips grinding
together, she could hardly get her paw between her own legs, but when she
did...oh brother.  She could feel the vibrations through the wall and was
slithering her own finger down her virgin crack.

   Dora was arching off the bed and clasping the headboard rattling it as
she herself was being rattled by her loving husband.  He was holding her up
by her bubbly bottom and his tongue was plowing in and out of Dora's
gushing vag.  His hands kneaded her butt cheeks apart and one thumb nestled
up against the horny wife's buttfuck button and was pressing upwards.  He
was swabbing her huge clit with the flat of his tongue when he jabbed that
thumb up into her bum.

   "FFFFFFAAAAAAWWWWWKKKKKK" Dora vocalized as her body wracked with
convulsions.  As she screamed her orgasm, she started smacking the
headboard harder against the wall.  Almost wailing now "MYYYY ASSS!  OH
baby the way you do my ass!  Ahhh!.  OHHHHAHHHH!"

   Tracy pumped her vagina.  Now it was very wet.  Her clit had grown and
she was discovering the way it concentrated the pleasure of this
voyeuristic adventure.  She squeezed one of her breasts and felt the tiny
nipple bud surrounded by her engorged nipple base.  Tracy was humping her
hand now fully and wetly as the wall vibrated with several intense crashes,
accompanied by animalistic sounds.  On this, Tracy Centares experienced her
first orgasm.  It crashed against her psyche as hard as it crashed against
her slimy, steaming girlhood.  The girl rattled as she arched off the bed
and, if her mother had been listening, she would have heard an echoing
crash on her own bedroom wall.

   Tracy, exhausted from her massive self-imposed climax, collapsed back
onto the bed in a heap.  Her awakened sex was gushing small gobs of her
inner girl juice as it pulsed down from its very first sexual cum.  The
girl's head languorously swung from side to side, one hand on her forehead,
the other still fondling her sex-charged breasts.  Tracy listened carefully
to the muffled moans and groans from the other side of the wall.  She could
tell now from the rhythmic grunting and pounding on her wall that her dad,
Martin was roughly pounding his love into her mother.  Tracy Centares
drifted off to sleep to the sensual racket in the next room.

   Two

   Morning entered Tracy's window and the cool winter sunlight washed
across the peaceful girl's sleeping face.  Standing by the bed, her mother
was looking down at the girl she bore and raised.  Uncharacteristically,
she was naked, uncovered and splayed out, it seems, exactly as she fell to
sleep.  Dora noticed a dark spot on the sheet between her legs and the
girl's hand resting calmly on her furry little mound.  Tracy's exquisite
breasts rose and fell with her quiet breathing, the nipples dark and
dramatic against her near luminescent olive skin.

   Dora could tell in an instant what went on here last night.  She and
Martin had quite a homecoming and Dora was sure that her beautiful daughter
had heard and sensed enough about last night to spark an explosive sensual
awakening.  Usually, the two parents planned their energetic trysts for
when their young daughter was not in residence behind the thin wall that
separated their rooms.  Her intense need of Martin last night outstripped
any sense of propriety and she'd hoped that Tracy would sleep through the
festivities.

   It was apparent that her ill-conceived plan had failed and that now the
girl that had been so prim and proper, wrapped up in soccer and yacking
with her close companion Missa, from two doors down, was embarked on a new
chapter of discovery.  Dora made a mental note to have that long talk with
her girl about her onset to womanhood.  But for now, other matters needed
attending.

   "Tracy, darling, it's time to wake up, honey.  Your game is in less than
one hour."

   The girl stirred, not realizing the titillating affect of her languorous
nude morning stretch would have on her mother.  "Oh, hi Momma" the groggy
girl said looking up into the gorgeous face of her mother.  Suddenly, all
of last evening rushed back into her mind and she instinctively reached for
the covers and seemed to shrink under them.

   "It's okay Tracy darling.  I think I understand how it was for you last
night.  I apologize, dear one.  We did not mean to be so noisy, but..."
Dora blushed deeply red, "Well, it's been a long three weeks.  I hope you
understand.  Soon you and I will have a long talk about this and many other
things.  But for right now, your game is still fast approaching and," Dora
said as she gazed as if through the adjoining wall, "I have some additional
things to, uh, settle with your father.  Come on downstairs for a bite and
then a scoot.  You can catch a ride with Missa, right?  And..." Dora added,
"tonight you are overnight with Missa?"

   Three

   Twenty minutes later Tracy was knocking at the kitchen door of her best
pal, soccer teammate and neighbor Missa Barnes.  The door opened and
standing there was Missa's dad Vic.  Vic was average sized and kind of
average looking but as a father of a friend, he was quite extraordinary. 
Unlike the married dads she knew, Vic was always friendly and gregarious
with her.  He also was an excellent father for little Missa.  He had raised
her alone for nearly 10 years and they were parent and daughter certainly,
but there was also something more, Tracy realized once.  They were friends.

   She looked up into Vic's eyes which usually shone real happy to see her
and was surprised to find an odd discomforted man looking back at her.  In
fact, she sensed a slightly creepy vibe from the normally very friendly
face.

   "Mr.  Barnes, my mom said I'd have to grab a ride to soccer with you and
Missa.  Is that OK?"

   Vic looked over the sexy young thing with a rather longing eye, noticing
her generous bosom pushing her jersey out and the strong, tan legs that
showed off her lovely skin tone.  He started to stammer out a welcome when
his own daughter, Missa, blasted through the kitchen urging them all to get
going.

   Tracy slid into the front bench seat between Vic and Missa.  Usually
Missa and she talked a mile a minute about everything under the sun.  Tracy
yammered on about some kids at school, a television program and all sorts
of stuff that Missa was typically right on top of.  Today, Missa just sort
of sulked against the door and answered only a few questions and those at
most with a grunt.  Vic, on her left side gave off a very strange vibe.  A
certain heat was present at the point where from time to time on the ride,
their legs touched.  Heat, almost electric heat twanged against her thigh
whenever his leg came into contact with hers.

   After a very strange ride, the girls participated in a terrible rout on
the field.  Missa seemed entirely out of the game, even kind of out of the
world, lost in her own thoughts.  She muffed many passes, blocks and shots
on goal.  For her part, Tracy was up to trying too hard to play her own
position and cover for and worry about her friend.  Ultimately the misery
that was the soccer game ended and Vic pulled into the lot to get them none
too soon.  The ride home was uncomfortable as Tracy went off on her smaller
friend.  Even so, Missa simply grunted and sulked and soon Tracy gave up
and rode along in silence.

   Vic, before he left for long afternoon business meetings settled the
girls down with some lunch and sort of nervously escaped from their tense
presence.  Before too long the tension between the girls relaxed and they
were starting to chatter up more like old times.  After a while the girls
realized how stinky they were from their wasted athletic effort and agreed
it was time to wash the stench of the game from their bodies.

   As they ascended the stairs, Tracy turned to Missa and said "Can we use
your dad's shower?  He won't mind, huh?" Missa seemed stricken for a moment
by the question and suddenly agreed.  So the two girls dashed down the hall
to Vic's bedroom.

   Four

   Missa suggested that Tracy go on first into the shower.  Tracy, not
missing a step kept right on into the bathroom to get out of her grimy
soccer togs.  Looking around the spacious master bathroom, she started the
shower and noticed the large tub with the many Jacuzzi jets in it.  Naked,
she went back to the sliding entry door and opened it and peeked her head
out to speak, "I think maybe, even better, a bath in this big tub with all
the jets." Missa was in an odd place, between the bed and wall apparently
going through a drawer.  Tracy registered that Missa startled oddly when
she spoke.  But when Missa responded to go ahead, Tracy just mostly pulled
the door closed.  She stopped for a moment and wondered at her friend's odd
behavior all day.  Still pondering it she started the tub and took the
opportunity to study her own nude body in the full-length mirror that was
just starting to fog up.

   Tracy never liked her feet.  They were two wide and flat, she would have
preferred a petite little foot like Missa's.  Otherwise she was very aware
that the rest of her was a miniature version of her own beautiful mother.
She wouldn't know the term 'zaftig' for many years but the woman/girl she
saw looking back at her was just that.  A full-sized girl, she was not fat,
just ample most everywhere.  Her thighs were rather thick, but they were
defined nicely.  She had wide hips and her butt cheeks were very round and
bubbly, and everything was tight with youth.  Now her breasts were another
matter; her 36" was nicely packed into two half melons that were wide with
poker chip aureole and tiny nipple buds.  She tried to see her own face,
but that part of the mirror was obscured, leaving her with an odd, detached
feeling.

   Now the tub was full and Tracy lowered herself into the steamy water. 
The heat permeated all of Tracy Centares young, tired body.  She wiggled
her legs and arms and to get the heat everywhere she pushed her hand down
between her thighs to make sure hot water soaked all of her.  She lay there
luxuriating for several moments and turned on the jets.  There were lots of
adjustments and she was trying them all until one set hit her just the way
that felt amazing.  One jet was shooting right up between her legs and
surging hot, bubbling water right at the crack between her legs.  The sharp
pressure that drove up between her thighs shocked the girl into immediate
alertness to strong feelings.  The pressure remained constant and pounding
while her flesh, softened by the heat began to yield.  She helped it along
by spreading her thighs up and arching a bit into the stream.  As she did
that two side jets were now fully blasting hot water at her two nipples.

   As her body was being sensually water whipped, Tracy's mind snapped back
to the evening before; her tingling with anticipation; her parents loud and
boisterous sexual activities and mostly now the intense womanly feeling of
her self-loving.  Now that feeling was driving along a blissful, continuous
path of pleasure.  Her hands spread her lips so that the stream pressed
hardest now at her intensely sensitive, very large clitoris.  Tracy's head
lolled back against the rim of the tub as her body reveled in the ecstasy
of the rapidly moving water on her nipples and her clit.

   Soon she was arching even higher.  Her hands were working in unison
rolling her clit back and forth as the water flowed into her now gaping and
fluttering pussy and tickled at her tiny virgin bottom hole.  Feeling that
and remembering her mother loudly proclaiming her love for Martin's ass
play last evening drove Tracy to raise her bottom more so that full force
of the stream was striking her ass ring full blast.  As this happened,
Tracy stiffened and mashed her clit down hard with her palm, rotating it
against her own pelvic bone.  Soon she was gasping through an intensely
warm and wet orgasm.  Her ass thrashed and giggled against the stream as
her sex spewed forth her own sexy fluids to mix with the water of the
glorious tub.

   Tracy collapsed back into the water after the body-wracking orgasm.  Now
the stream was again forced fully into her throbbing, huge stiff clit and
was further super-stimulating the young girl.  Over excited now her hand
flailed for the jet controls and stopped the incessant sexy flow dead.  The
noisy flow ended and the only sound she now heard were the thousands of
bubbles fizzing up to the surface.  Every orifice and contour of her
private organs was throbbing with orgasmic spasms as the closed her eyes
and sighed loudly.  She glanced up at the mirror and for a moment saw
herself as full grown woman, her face open and eyes challenging and ready
for anything.

   Five

   After 10 minutes or so of soaking and recovering in the cooling water,
Tracy rose out the tub and lifted one of the huge, luxurious Egyptian
cotton bath towels and started drying herself.  She was soon practically
dry and was still fussing to dry further her lush head of nearly black
hair. As she walked around the large master bathroom, she passed the
sliding door to the bedroom.  Through the 2-inch crack where light poured
through into the bath area Tracy spied an interesting site which
automatically recharged her awakening libido.

   Looking right up from the foot of the bed, Tracy could see Missa's thin
legs spread; her heels down against the mattress; her skinny ass arching
about three inches off the bed.  One of Missa's hands was frigging her
lewdly reddened pussy, carefully attending to her small but obscenely
engorged clitoris.  Her other hand was snaked under her hips and buttocks
and two of her fingers were plunged to the second knuckle in her delicate
sphincter.  Tracy could see how Missa was rotating and wiggling her encased
fingers at the same pace she was palm-handling her drippy cunt.

   Tracy became aroused again, not comprehending exactly what was happening
but thoroughly surrendering to the strong feelings she was having about
sex; about herself and certainly about her sexy little 'best bud' flailing
around the bed no more than 10 feet away.  The horny girl stood, her eyes
glued to the spectacle of the other girl filling her own butthole with, now
three fingers, and seeing the glow of leaking Missa goo flowing from the
bottom of her cunt crack and around the buried fingers, providing
lubrication for more energetic finger action.

   The big dark girl was soon enough squatting against her own palm,
fingers spreading her moist furry lips, while her thumb diddled her clit.
Soon the hyper-aroused kid moved her other hand around behind her to hunt
for her own recently water-molested butthole.  She found the wrinkled
rosebud and started to jam her middle finger up into it.  As her finger
forced into the rubbery ring, Tracy let out an audible groan.  Both she and
Missa froze stiff, looking at each other now through the crack in the door.

   "Tracy?" asked Missa.

   "Yes-s?" stammered Tracy as she slid the door open to expose her lewd
nude body to her best friend for the first time in an openly sexual and
sensual way.

   After staring at Tracy for some seconds, still slowly plowing her
fingers up her ass and fondling her sex, Missa said, "Come over here,
Tracy, I'd like to read to you from this book..."

   Tracy straightened up and with all the dignity she could muster, the
confused and randy young virgin moved toward the large bed as if in a
dream.

   Missa had regained her own composure somewhat, halted her self-loving by
removing her three tightly held fingers from her ass.  When she did this,
the girl gave a soulful little moan.  Tracy could not help but notice as
she climbed onto the bed the slight gaping of her friend's poopshoot.  It
was winking furiously as if looking for something and Tracy could smell the
stench of crap, sweat and Missa's tangy cuntal ooze.  The odors only served
to further stimulate Tracy's lust.

   Missa patted the pillow next to her against the headboard, inviting
Trace to the intimate space.  Tracy crawled into place next to Missa and
snuggled against her side, almost like a scared little girl snuggling up to
her momma for comfort.  The smaller girl wrapped an arm around Tracy and
Tracy's nostrils flared at the musky smell of her friend's hand on her soft
shoulder.  It smelled of sex and simultaneously aroused the girl more and
caused her even more unusual feelings of uncertainty.

   With her other hand Missa reached for the somewhat stained copy the
infamous "Virgin Rump Riders" paperback.  She allowed it to open randomly
to a page near the middle of the book.  She started to read out load...

   "...The three men leered at the helpless girl now huddled on the dirty
mattress before them.  Not ten minutes before the carefree teen had been
making her way home from the mall, carrying two packages of sexy things to
wear, one a very daring set of undergarments in red silk and the other a
slinky black, form-fitting dress among other items.  She was hoping to
entice her boyfriend, Charles, that evening to attempt to ease her out of
that dress and those panties.

   "Now the girl shivered in fear and humiliation as the horny movers
opened her packages and made a big show of all they found, mostly of the
red silk panties.  One of the men leaned down the girl and started to shove
those panties into the girl's mouth.  She resisted and wagged her head
"no", her mouth remaining tightly shut.

   The one mover whom seemed to be in charge, Chet, said, 'Cut that shit
out Earl.  Let's give her something for her mouth that's at least useful.'
With that the big mover unbuttoned his own grimy pants and let them slide
down to rest in a heap at his feet.  As the pants fell, Chet's enormous,
hard pecker bobbed into view.

   "Darla made a noise between a gasp and moan that aroused the men even
further.  Chet stepped forward and pressed his swollen gland against the
tightly closed lips of their little found vixen..."

   While Missa read aloud, Tracy's hands started to wander.  First they
wandered around her own body, feeling her nice big firm titties all over.
Then her hand slipped to her own central sex, still warm to the touch;
heated from the outside by the water and heated from the inside by her now
raging sex lust.  As Missa read on, Tracy's attention turned to touching
her long-time friend in a way that was entirely new.

   Tracy was enchanted by the sexy, vile words that Missa spoke and was
mesmerized by the velvety skin of her young friend.  The larger girls hand
began to wander up and down Missa's arm and down along her exposed thigh.
Before long she was stroking at the outside of Missa's thigh with firmness
and the back of her other hand was caressing her torso and meandering over
the other girls tiny, but stiffly aroused breasts.

   Missa began to lose focus on her reading as Tracy's pawing of her became
more intense.  She tossed the book aside and turned now fully into her
friends arms.  Their lips lightly touched for the first time with an
electric energy that infused both young women with extreme lust.  The small
kiss transformed into an expansive affair involving lips and tongues,
fevered groaning, grasping hands and arms and naked legs snaking and
slithering together.  The two lovers were locked in a ferocious expression
of passion and need.

   Each girl had a thigh smashed against the other girl's moist and heated
sex.  As their mouths and tongues jousted with complete sexual abandon,
each girl was riding the thigh of the other and experiencing intense
emotional and purely animal expressions of unbridled lust.  Now the two
girls were as one, large and dark Tracy was enfolded into smaller, pale
beautiful Missa as the sprawled wantonly upon Vic's large bed.

   Soon enough the two erogenously charged beauties were locked in the
classic passionate embrace that two women could both fully enjoy and share.
Small, blond Missa was on the bottom, her head near the side of the bed. 
Voluptuous Tracy was above her, her own legs spread over Missa's talented
and hungry mouth, her own face sucking the very soul from her friend's
juicing, spasming pussy.

   Six

   In their passion and intense involvement neither girl noticed the
presence at the slightly open door whom was now stroking his thick cock as
he observed through the mirror the site of his daughter and his wet-dream
ideal clamped in oblivious sapphic embrace.  His lust was enflamed enough
when he noticed, that Missa was about to stab Tracy's asshole with her
middle finger.  Vic pushed the door open fully now and observed the scene
directly.  As Missa's finger drove into her virgin anus, Tracy Centares
lost all restraint and started to cum hard, mashing her flowing cunt down
and pumping herself back and forth along Missa's face.  Lifting her head in
ecstasy from its carnal task to wave it around in delight she whined
extraordinary guttural sounds from her throat.

   Tracy's eyes opened during her intense orgasm and saw at the level of
her face a thick, angry-looking cock staring at her.  For an instant, it
paused her reverie, but almost as quickly it further aroused the girl.  She
traced up the arm from the hand lewdly stroking the stiff meat up until her
eyes met the eyes of Missa's father, Vic.  Once their eyes were locked,
with Tracy wagging her ass in orgiastic joy she mentally agreed to anything
that Vic had in mind.

   Sensing her agreement, Vic shed the rest his clothing quickly and moved
around to the side of the bed where Tracy's ass was waving in the air, her
anus winking at the loss of Missa's finger.  Tracy looked back over her
shoulder at the man who would soon deflower her in some way and practically
growled in animalistic lust, her eyes flaming with desire and need.  Vic
locked onto those eyes as he pressed his stiff manhood against the girl's
anal entrance.  Tracy groaned deeply at the pressure of this much larger
implement about to attack her bowels.  Vic reared his ass back a bit and
girded himself for a single definite stroke to fill this girl's shitter
with his hot wand.  His hands grasped her ample, jiggling hips and steadied
the girl.  He then released his full weight and strength forward mashing
his hardness against her gripping little hole.  The girl screamed out as
his cock sunk fully into her.

   Tracy was lost in orgiastic pleasure, her pussy clamped to Missa's
tongue fucking her cunt and Vic's fat tool filled her rectum.  She moaned
and whined like the bitch in heat that she had become.  Vic was fucking in
and out of the girl's butt like a madman.  He was fucking her with all he
had; each time his thin hips struck her buttocks a wave of flesh flowed up
from her ass and back.  Tracy's face dove into Missa's twat with renewed
lust and energy and each time Vic landed his deep thrusts, Tracy jerked
forward jamming, in the process, her sharp chin deep into Missa's cunt.

   The three is them trashed around.  As Missa came to understand what was
happening she reached up and started to suck into her mouth the big nut
sack that was striking her head.  Her hand reached behind the hard, full
bag and found the smelly little shithole of her own father.  Using her
thumb, she sank it fully into him as he was stroked back.  He froze above
her for a moment and then wildly and fully sank himself into Tracy's rump.
He balls tried to contract against the sucking pressure of his daughter and
his anus threatened to pinch the girl's thumb right off her hand.  Finally
he felt his seed start to flow and he began pumping blast after blast of
hot creamy cum deep into the slimy bowels of his dream girl.

   Tracy was in heaven.  Her body was experiencing piercing waves of
pleasure as perversion after perversion was heaping on her virgin body. 
Suddenly, Tracy felt something new; a vile, disgusting and thoroughly
engrossing feeling of sexual explosiveness attacked her.  In the deepest
part of her darkest privacy a new sensation crowned all of those she
experienced so far.  She felt Vic sink in deeply and could feel him locked
into place and his already thick cock was throbbing and bulging to new
dimensions.  Then, suddenly Tracy sensed an intense heat attacking her from
within.  Her lungs emptied of air with a loud wheezing groan as Vic
continued to shoot molten passion down her colon.  She could feel it
melting the shit in her hole and her backside started farting and oozing
around the invading manhood.

   Even as Vic continued to spew hot goo, Tracy's mind and body and soul
snapped at once.  The intensity of the sensations; the significance of her
emotional upheaval and the dirty, nasty pleasure that filled her ass and
her psyche caused young Tracy Centares to lunge forward away from the
constant stimulation and to collapse in a naked, sweating heap on the big
bed.  Her breath rasping, her body curled into a fetal ball, thick brown
fluid oozed from her asshole, mixing in streaks along her skin with her own
cum cream seeping and gurgling from her pussy.  The last conscious thought
Tracy had was of intense gratitude, pleasure and love.  Her body quivered
all over and she slept.

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