The summer breeze rattled the curtains, the July sun shone through the window. Day promised to be wonderful.
I sleepily stretched out in my doll bed and yawned lingeringly. She lifted her legs up, meticulously examined them, didn’t seem to have changed during the night, were also long and slender. Lazily she got up, walked over to the mirror, from there a serious tall girl with curly brown hair curling below her round ass looked at me. Good I thought ...

Suddenly there was a rustle behind the door, a master key jingled quietly in the castle. - Who is there? Go away, I call the police! I screamed.
The noise subsided, on the stairs came the tramp of runaway feet. The tension did not subside, I tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. There was no one at the site.

I was scared, I live alone, recently moved to N. and did not have time to make friends. The big city seemed hostile and detached to me, and then I remembered Uncle Vita, that's who can help me! The former husband of my mother, broke up with her five years ago and (according to rumors) went to N. A substantial peasant, everything worked for him, any thing obeyed his uncle, power, stout hands. And in the afternoon - (all household appliances in the house were in order) and at night - Uncle Vitya was a strong man - I woke up more than once from the sweet groans of my mother.
Resolved! I shook my curls and sat down at my laptop, went into the orange network, scored into a search engine: Victor Bolshakov's date of birth was 10/17/1956 and voila!
Uncle Vitya was looking at me from the monitor, he gleamed a white-toothed smile, his gray eyes narrowed. His profile was a phone number, with bated breath, I typed numbers.

- Hello? Uncle Vitya immediately answered, as if he was waiting at my call handset.
- Uncle Vitya, you probably do not remember me? I am Oksana, daughter of Vera Nakhimova from Lyubertsy.
- Oksanochka? That you, of course, I remember you, such a ridiculous girl was, with a perky bow and foal legs. Where are you? Did not get married? Uncle Vitya was clearly pleased with my call. I breathed air into my chest and blurted out - Uncle Victor, I'm afraid! Someone tried to break my door! I felt so scared and sorry for myself that I burst into tears.
- dictate the address, I leave. Uncle Viti's voice was businesslike and stern.
- Nikolskaya 22-13, come soon, I ask!
- Calm down, dear, wait.

I wiped away the tears and began to prepare for the arrival of Uncle Viti. His love for cleanliness and order came to my mind, I ran into the shower, it seemed to me that it smelled bad. As soon as I soaped my body, the intercom rang. I rushed to the tube and heard
- Oksanochka, it's me, Uncle Victor!
I pressed the open button, the elevator rustled, in a hurry I forgot to get dressed and stood in the doorway, what my mother Vera gave birth to.

The elevator doors opened, Uncle Vitya came out of the cab. Seeing me in the pristine beauty, he was embarrassed, but he could not take his eyes off.
- My girl, that you are naked in a draft, because you can catch a cold ... Uncle Vitya muttered, tugging at his trousers, where a mound slowly swelled.
I invited him to the apartment, slightly stepped aside, wanting to let him pass, but stumbled. She almost fell, but Uncle Vitya managed to support me and I buried my wide hairy chest.

Some kind of clouding set in, I kissed his thick bull neck, he caught me in his arms and carried me to the bed, carefully lowered him to the bed and unbuttoned the lock on his pants. Hastily he said that he wanted me for a long time, but he was afraid of responsibility, because then I was 14 years old. I, in turn, confessed to Uncle Vita that she was still a virgin, that I was saving myself for my husband and asked me not to touch THERE. Uncle Vitya stopped for a second, slapped himself on the forehead, apparently having thought something over and took vaseline out of his pocket.

- Turn around ass, please and do not be afraid, whispered Uncle Vitya.
I obeyed and put my ass right in front of Uncle Viti. My ex-stepfather quickly undressed and gently began to lick my crotch, I trembled, but did not dare to stop it. Then he smeared his petroleum jelly with petroleum jelly and gently began to enter my anus with screwed movements.
My knees gave way, but I put up with it and tried not to show the agitation coming up. Sweet flour continued, I languished from the desire to be fucked, anywhere, just to fill the weary emptiness inside my holes.

“My girl, you're all wet ... you want me to come in, right?”
Feeling nothing but the insane lust from which throbbed in my temples, I groaned
- Yes please...
The man plentifully smeared his fat dick with Vaseline, put a huge burgundy head to my tiny hole and pressed. I screamed in pain. My anus stretched very reluctantly, resisting the giant's invasion. Uncle Vitya was patient and persistent, he spread his legs wider, spread my polupopiya and planted a member in my rectum even deeper. There was a feeling of a hot rod, I was already screaming for horror and helplessness. Going into the anus to the eggs, Uncle Vitya stopped. The lover groped for my clitoris and with light, fluttering movements he began his stimulation. For half a minute I reached the peak of excitement, convulsions flashed through my body, I convulsed as if struck by lightning.

It did not hurt, I was in prostration. Uncle Vitya accelerated the frictions, the member in my anus swelled so much that it moved with difficulty, finally my jet was stung by a hot jet of male semen. Uncle Vitya regretfully let me go and I fell to the side. Tired and contented, I fell asleep in the arms of a man I once thought was the second father.
To be continued...