Missy: Day Thirteen – The BBQ

Day Thirteen – The BBQ

The picnic table we had out back was covered in a traditional red and white tablecloth, the square corners ruffling with the slight breeze. I giggled quietly, and watched Mommy straighten each dish that was out there just so as Daddy snuck his hand onto her ass to cop a feel. She shooed him away and adjusted another dish, grinning up at him. Daddy smiled and walked back to one of the chairs on the deck under one of the big umbrellas we had and sat down, reaching for the beer he’d left on the small side table. In the distance I watched Hannah jump into the large in-ground pool we had installed a few years ago, her tiny pink bikini covering barely anything. I pushed away from my perch inside the kitchen and stepped back from the window overlooking our backyard. Everyone was so happy.

I froze as I felt a hard, warm body press into my back. I felt their breath against my ear, and my heart pounded with fright.

“Hello there niece.”

I squealed, immediately recognizing my Uncle’s deep voice.

“Uncle Johnny!” I cried, spinning around to hug him tightly.

“How’s my girl?” he asked, pulling back to look down at my smiling face.

“She’s good! How are you?” I asked, happy to see him.

Uncle Johnny adjusted his hold on my hips and goosebumps rippled up my arms as he slid them back to rest on my ass.

“I’m good little girl. I see your troublemaking friend is here too,” he replied, nodding towards the window.

Through the glass I watched Hannah run and execute a decent cannon ball into the pool. I laughed.

“She is! You know Hannah isn’t that bad,” I scolded. “Mommy said Tiffany was coming with you?”

“Yea, she’s in the bathroom,” he said dismissively, pressing me back against the kitchen counter.

We stayed still like that for a few moments, the fly on his jeans pressing into my soft belly, his hands gently squeezing and pulling apart my ass cheeks. I could feel cool air ticking my rosebud whenever he pulled them apart, it was a very naughty sensation. I liked it. It made my cunny wet.

“I hear you’re taking cock now Missy, that true?”

I nodded shyly and his hands gripped my ass hard at my response.

“Well, well,” he said looking down at me again, blatantly rubbing his dick against me now. “Want to bend over and give me some of that fresh pussy then?”

I blushed hotly and looked up at him from under my lashes. I nodded again.

“Good girl,” he growled low and spun my body around so I was once again facing the kitchen window.

Over my quiet breathing I heard his zipper pull apart and the sound of fabric ruffling. With one of his hands on my back and he pushed me down so that I was bent over the counter top. A chill ran through me as Uncle Johnny lifted up my dress and bunched it up around my rib cage.

“Fuck you’re soft,” he whispered behind me, running his hand down my back and onto my bare bottom. “My brother trained you well, nice and easy access to fuck.”

“I’m not allowed to wear panties at home,” I explained breathlessly.

I jumped as I felt the hot, wet tip of his cock drag against the back of my thigh.

“Spread wider for me Missy,” he said, kicking my legs farther apart with his foot. “Good girl.”

I felt the thick, blunt tip of his cock splitting my pussy lips open from behind. He quickly notched the head against my hole and then without any foreplay to warm me up, thrust his fat cock hard into me.

“Oh!” I shouted in surprise, lifting my head in shock, not ready for the forceful penetration.

Uncle Johnny pushed my head back down onto the counter and grunted behind me.

“Fuck you’re tight little girl!”

I whimpered as he fucked into me from behind, trying desperately to relax my body and let him in.

“That’s it, open up that fresh pussy,” he said into my ear, his hard body bent over mine. “Your twat sure is soaked Missy, you like fuckin’ don’t you?”

Unable to speak from the tension and somewhat painful stretching between my thighs I nodded again.

“Yea that’s what I thought. I always knew you’d be a little slut.”

He stopped talking and focused on working his thick cock into my little body. He was definitely thicker than Daddy was, his dick felt like it was splitting my cunny apart. After a few minutes of grunting and moaning I felt his cock head push up against the back of my pussy.

“You like your Mama Missy? Like getting your cervix punched?” he grunted and thrust hard and deep against it.

I cried out, my legs shaking as my first orgasm flowed through me. I gripped my hands hard on to the counter and held on as he pumped violently into me through my climax.

“Fuck yea you do!” Uncle Johnny growled. “You’ve got another inch to take Missy, you’re almost there.”

“You couldn’t wait even five minutes to fuck her, could you Johnny?”

I opened my eyes and watched Tiffany walk into the kitchen. My mouth opened to greet her but any breath I had was fucked out of me as I felt my pussy lips push against Uncle Johnny’s groin, his heavy balls resting against my clit. He had fucked his full length into me. I couldn’t tell for sure but since it took him less time to work his whole cock into me, I think he’s a little shorter than Daddy.

“She begged me for it!” he said defensively, holding his body flush against mine, keeping his dick buried fully into me.

I wanted to roll my eyes at the lie but I didn’t have the energy, my cunny pulsing hard around his now still cock. I could feel both of our heartbeats through my tightly stretched tissue. He reached up and cupped my breasts under my dress, quickly pinching my puffy nipples cruelly.