The Missa Chronicles 01 - Missa
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. 

Codes: Mf Mff Mult Teen First Anal Oral

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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