Missy: Day Thirteen by MissAdventurous
Dive into "Missy: Day Thirteen," an enthralling installment of MissAdventurous' gay erotic sex story. Explore passion, desire, and the complexities of love in this captivating narrative. Perfect for those seeking steamy romance and LGBTQ+ themes. Join the adventure today!<br/>
Thank you all for your continued support. I hope you enjoy Missy’s latest adventure. Happy reading!
Day Thirteen
I woke up with a grin on Saturday morning, my whole body stretched and twisted. I had slept so well, my body sated from Daddy’s cock the night before. He had fucked me twice, Mommy’s tongue cleaning my sloppy, swollen pussy before bed. Her wicked mouth made me cum two more times before I finally fell asleep, exhausted. I was a lucky girl and today was the barbecue!
I squealed with excitement and got up to get ready for the day. It was already later than I thought, 11:35am the clock read on my nightstand. Mommy and Daddy had let me sleep in very late. As I walked towards the bathroom I ran my hands down my flat stomach and over my thighs, my skin silky soft. A nice hot shower would be a perfect way to start the day.
An hour or so later I was fully dressed in another sundress. This time it was a pretty, light green that made my red hair shine and complimented my auburn waves nicely. The hem went down to the middle of my thighs and rode up pretty high when I sat down but it still covered my bits and pieces. I didn’t bother putting on any panties as Daddy would only spank me if he found me wearing any at home. My little titties went naked under the t-shirt dress as well, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric with every one of my steps. It felt so good.
“Morning Mommy!” I said, practically skipping into the kitchen.
“Morning baby girl, did you sleep well?” she asked, looking up from the magazine she was reading at the kitchen table.
“Oh yes Mommy, very well.”
“Good, I’m glad. Did you invite Hannah over for the barbecue?”
I poured some milk into my cereal bowl, took a seat next to her and nodded.
“Yes Mommy, she should be here soon.”
“Oh good, I’m happy she’s coming. Tori is bringing her daughter Peggy so you three can hang out,” she said, flipping the page to an article that read ‘Breeding: A Bull’s Story.’
“How many people are coming to the party?” I asked around a mouthful of sugary goodness.
Mommy glared at me and I quickly closed my mouth to finish chewing.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Uncle Johnny and his girlfriend, Hannah of course, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson are coming. Tori and Peggy, oh and Tori’s brother is in town so he’s coming as well,” Mommy smiled. “It should be a full house!”
We sat quietly together, the pages of the magazine turning and my spoon against the bowl the only sounds in the kitchen.
“Where’s Daddy?” I asked.
“He’s upstairs in the gym working out,” Mommy said, not looking up from the image in front of her.
A woman was bound naked to a table, a line of equally naked men waiting patiently beside her as one of them held his dick inside her. The headline read “Welcum to the Neighborhood!”
I finished my cereal and went into the living room to watch some tv before Hannah arrived. A new episode of ‘Sextacular’ was on. The longest running show on television, it’s latest season was the hottest yet. As people got more and more comfortable with sex over the years the lives of porn stars was the hottest reality television topic. ‘Sextacular’ had taken television by storm all those years ago. Ironically with sex readily available the porn industry has pretty much crumbled in on itself. People no longer wanted to pay to see people acting and faking orgasms when they could just have sex themselves. The show was still popular though, it now followed the lives of new age sex workers – bulls and other people in the sex industry like spa workers. I had just flipped on the television when the door bell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I yelled, bouncing off of the couch to skip to the door.
Hannah smiled and struck a cheesy pose when I opened the door.
“Hey babe!” she squealed, giving me a quick hug, her hand reaching up to pinch my nipple.
“Oof!” I said, pushing her away. “You jerk!” I said, rubbing the little pain.
She just laughed and walked into the living room with me.
“How was your morning?” I asked her.
“It was okay,” she said sitting on the couch next to me, pulling her legs up criss-cross-applesauce style, wincing as she did so.
“Just ok?” I said, looking at her closely.
Her long brown hair was up today in a high pony tail and her outfit, as always, was immaculate. A simple white t-shirt and tan shorts complimented her tanned skin.
“The boys were a little rough this morning and pulled a train on my ass,” she said.
‘The boys,’ as she called them, referred to her Dad and her Uncles. Since her four Uncles had yet to find long term women or men of their own, they lived with her and her parents as one big happy family. This meant Hannah and Mrs. Tunt had a LOT of sex with five men in the house.
“A train?” I asked, confused.
“It’s like a gang bang where guys take you one after another but it’s usually just in one position, in one hole,” she explained. “They come through one after another.”
She made hand gestures as she talked and I blushed at the image.
“Oh,” I said lamely.
I felt like I was having more and more sexual experiences everyday but I guess in reality I was still pretty innocent in comparison.
“Anyways, my asshole is hella sore!” she laughed, adjusting her position again to try and be more comfortable.
I nodded in understanding, taking just Daddy’s cock in my ass was hard let alone five in a row.
“Hey girls!”
We both looked up and saw Daddy standing in the doorway. My mouth watering just looking at him. Clearly straight from the home gym upstairs he was shirtless with soft comfortable pants on. His chest muscles and abs were tightly defined from the workout, a sheen of sweat all over his torso. I could see the outline of his cock and heavy balls through the thin material. He looked scrumptious.
“Hi Mr. Bourne!” Hannah said with a cheerful little wave.
“Are you girls behaving yourselves?” Daddy asked with a wink and we both giggled.
“Of course Daddy! Hannah just got here,” I said.
He leaned against the door jam, one arm stretched above him, the other running down the length of his body. We watched his hand smooth down his stomach and dip below the waistband as he casually stroked his cock under his pants. I moaned softly, my eyes glued to his hand.
“Are you girls excited for the party?” he asked. “The food should be great.”
“I’m excited to meet Peggy!” Hannah said.
“She’s a very nice girl, addicted to fisting, but otherwise a very nice girl,” Daddy said, his hand dropping down beneath the fabric and cupping his balls now.
“Can you blame her really?” Hannah laughed.
“I don’t understand how she can take them so regularly,” I added.
“Practice!” Hannah giggled.
Daddy nodded in agreement, his hand still moving under his pants. His arm dropped from above him and he turned to leave the room. Taking a step he hesitated and then turned back to us.
“You know what Missy girl? Why don’t you lay back and spread your legs for me so I can fuck your cunt for a while.”
Startled by his rapid change of topic I just stared at him.
“Go ahead Missy,” he says seriously, pushing himself off of the wall and walking towards us.