His doorbell rang. Opening it, Oleg Petrovich suddenly saw his daughter's girlfriend standing outside the threshold.
- Ksyusha? You! Here's a pleasant surprise! Hello! Lena, unfortunately, is not at home. Have you come to visit?
- How did you leave? After all, she wrote to me that she would be at home. What should I do then? - Confused girl asked.
- Come in, why are you standing outside the threshold. Should I not kick you out, since you came to visit us? Come in, come in, don't be shy.
Letting Ksyusha loaded with a large travel suitcase into the apartment, he stepped aside. Taking her heavy suitcase, he hardly carried it into the hallway.
- Hello, Uncle Oleg! Yes, of course, visit. Where did Lenochka go?
- Didn't she write to you that this summer she was going to go to Novosibirsk to her mother?
- Not. Ouch! What a pity! Lena left, and I ... appeared. What am I to do now?
- Nothing. Live and all.
- That's no luck! - with annoyance exclaimed the girl. - What should I do now? We agreed with Lena that I would come in early July, and now ...! She must have forgotten.
She almost wept with grief.
- Don't go back to you. Maybe you can live here without Lena? In her room.
"I'll have to," the girl sighed. - Do not go back? Maybe Lena will come soon.
- He might come. You, go get settled for now. The key is in the hallway, on the bedside table. This is a spare, Lena left. You're probably going to be out late, aren't you? This is where it will come in handy for you.
- Thank you, Uncle Oleg.
She walked up to him and stretched out on her toes, pecking him on the cheek. Oleg Petrovich blushed in embarrassment. He liked the girl. Kissing him, she inadvertently pressed her breasts against him, and he clearly felt how tight, and even firm, she was.
The girl understood the reason for his embarrassment and, smiling coquettishly, went to Lena's room, deliberately wagging her round ass. He followed her with a long and greedily probing look.
"Oh! If I were a little younger!" he thought regretfully.
That evening on TV was "The Forsaken Castle" - a film full of devilry, vampires and ghosts. Already from the first frames, when the terrified beauty began to run along the dark corridors of the castle, he himself involuntarily shivered. Ksyusha quickly fell off her chair and, running up to his sofa, climbed onto it and frightenedly crouched against his chest, hiding under his arm.
- How scary!
- Nonsense! What are you afraid of? After all, it's a movie. It's all made up and not true.
- It's still scary. Look what a terrible vampire. Will he catch her now? Yes?
- I do not know. Now we'll see.
The film was the least of his interest. Ksyushenka's body, trembling with fear, pressed against his chest. As if wishing to calm her down, Oleg Petrovich stroked her narrow back. Feeling his caress, she pressed closer and closer to him. His hand slipped under the girl's armpit, and he covered her neat, tight breasts with his palm. She just settled herself more comfortably on his chest, not having anything against the fact that he squeezes her.
- Ah! He still got her! - exclaimed the girl and, at that moment, raised her head and offered him partly opened fresh lips. He kissed her greedily.
“That’s not too scary,” she whispered, as if justifying herself. - Kiss some more.
Kissing the girl, he climbed under her thin sweater, and tried to remove the cup of her bra, tightly squeezing her breasts.
- I don't usually wear it.
“Yes, you don’t need him at all,” Oleg Petrovich said in a shrunken voice, trembling with excitement, with difficulty sticking his hand into it. A neat, elastic breast fit comfortably in her, tickling her with a pea of a hard papilla.
- I want to ... write.
Oleg Petrovich regretfully released her from his arms. She returned a minute later and perched habitually on his chest. He was pleased to notice that she no longer had a bra on, and with sweet excitement, pressing the girl, he squeezed her tight breasts.
“I must be shameless,” Ksyusha whispered, burning his cheek with her breath. Oleg Petrovich felt that she was unbuttoning his trousers, and a narrow girlish hand slid over his stomach.
- You can do whatever you want.
- What a big one!
She squeezed his cock with her fingers, and he even groaned with pleasure. His hand eagerly unzipped her jeans.
- I knew about it and took off my panties when I went to pee.
- Well done.
She shaved her pubis. Oleg Petrovich stroked his tender, swollen bump and stuck his finger between his wet lips.
- Uncle Oleg, just don't tell Lena about it. She won't understand me.
- Of course, I won't tell. He cleared his throat and suggested shyly: - "Can we go to bed?"
- Not. Maybe here on the couch. I want to watch this horror movie.
She took off her jeans and Oleg Petrovich gently stroked her round ass.
- Like?
- You are beautiful!
- Thank you. I've had a crush on you for a long time. Even when I came last time, I wanted to become yours, but then Lenka quarreled with me because of this.
- Let's do it.
She turned her back to him, and crouching down, sent a cock into her hole. Oleg Petrovich gasped with pleasure, planting it to the very foundation. She lowered her warm ass on his thighs, and after a little squirming, she whispered with satisfaction: - "It's okay."
Leaning back on the couch, he sat with his hands on her breasts. Looking at the TV screen, Ksyusha slowly swayed on his penis, sometimes sitting more tightly on him.
- It's great with you! she remarked. - You have the right size for me. I am very pleased now. And you?
- It's impossible to describe in words, my girl. I'm just delighted!
- It's great that Lenka left! I'll torture you to death!
- I love you too, honey.
- Agreed then.
They were restless in sex ... All the long evening and the night that followed, having seized on a beautiful girlish body, he fucked Ksyusha, moaning and screaming with delight, in various poses. So without dismantling Lena's bed, she did not get out of his bed for days on end.
Oleg Petrovich was struck by the endurance and insatiable greed of her miniature slender body, which she willingly gave to him. With passionate greed, he drove a member into her small hole and with such force planted a screaming Ksyusha on him that she farted, dousing his thighs with a tight wave of warm gases.
Oleg Petrovich himself did not know where he himself had the strength to continuously fuck her. Waking up in the morning or afternoon, he first of all spread her slender legs hot after sleep and inserted a member into her dry hole. Ksyusha woke up, and her bosom was instantly filled with love juices ... Wrapping her long legs around him, she began to passionately and selflessly wave to him, uttering intensifying moans.
Arriving from her mother, Lena found them copulating in her father's bedroom.
"Here's a bitch, she got her way after all," the girl thought without malice, listening to the moans of Ksyusha, who was enjoying her father. She was sure that it was she who initiated their rapprochement. Oleg Petrovich would never have dared to do this. She did not reproach them, and especially her father. She was sympathetic to his male desire and did not reproach him for his connection with his girlfriend. Soon. Ksyusha bore him a son. And, Lena, had to come to terms with the idea that her girlfriend became his wife.