DAMN THAT HURT.... BACK in the 1970's when i was growing up in harlem the only person my mother ever trusted to take care of me was my mentally challenged uncle,at the time i was 12 years old and he was around 34 [not sure] his exact age though...he was extremely slow to focus on any given conversation and didn't talk much anyway.i wasn't allowed to have friends and often dragged my uncle outdoors to play double-dutch,hide and seek etc..etc..back then poverty kept us living in rundown tenements that were practically abandoned by the city and landlords often hired street thugs to burn the tenements down to collect the insurance.to relieve boredom i'd teach my uncle to play tag,hide and seek so we could run up and down stairwells roof and hide in empty apartments though we never played anywhere but inside our tenement.most of the old tenants left behind broken furniture and mattresses in some of the apartments and some left behind dirty porn magazines like hustler,playboy etc...i'd often find my uncle sitting on some floor or chair nera a window viewing these old porn rags though i had no understanding of sex since my mother never took the time to talk about it being she was always drunk and sleeping.back then it was common for my uncle to wear shorts and i never thought to ask out of curiosity what it was that seemed to swell and bulge in his shorts as he looked through the pages of naked woman since i also would notice the men with theirs exposed in those magazines. i'd sit alongside my uncle with mixed emotions and curious wonder,shock.amazement and an odd nervousness as strange black men in the photos exposed their huge thick manhoods while the woman posed in different positions for men like my uncle to get a clear view of their hairy vaginas.what caught my attention was the commercial pages advertising rubber dildos,condoms,lubricants and illegal photos of art sketched young girls on book covers getting licked,fingered and fucked by adult men with titles like lollipops,tiny virgin,lolitas etc...those pages literally were demonstrating a how to do it guide for dummies.sitting alongside my uncle i would often begin to wonder what if,would he like to,maybe we could try,would he get mad if i touch his thing,etc..etc..but of course i was just too nervous and my uncle never seem to notice i was even there.the only way to explain how it finally happened was that back in the safety of our home i'd be in my room unable to sleep at night thinking about some way to get my uncle to go along with it.though he was a man my uncle thought like a child and since he couldn't talk communication was limited to playing games and watching tv at home.one thing was certain back then that my female instincts noted and it was for all his innocence he did react/respond to seeing the naked woman in those magazines that i had to literally take out of his hands when we left those empty apartments because i was sure my mother would freak if she saw them and begin questioning what we were doing alone outdoors all those hours.there was a part of me that wanted to forget the whole thing and perhaps find some boy in school but boys don't know how to keep secrets and liked to brag to their friends that they kissed,touched etc..some girl in school and besides most boys considered me fat and ugly with nerdy glass'es and i wouldn't dare to talk to adult men outdoors but i was sexually curious and my uncle was the only man to spend hours alone with me. day after day i'd take him outdoors and into those empty apartments but wouldn't dare to approach him while he looked at those dirty magazines,it was amazing how easily the bulge in his shorts appeared and seemed to move like some kind of snake as if mesmerizing me to touch it,pull his shorts down and see it.sitting alongside him provided some courage but i just didn't know what to do.then one day two weeks before my 13th birthday something perhaps my female instincts took over and though i couldn't believe what i was doing i was determined to see it through...i got up from sitting beside him and went over to an old mattress that was on the floor near a boarded up window and with my back towards him a few feet away i just removed my panties,dress and batgirl t-shirt.the bed had a musty smell and was covered in dust but i ignored the inconvenience and proceeded to lie down on my stomach,nothing happen at least not right away so i turn to look over my shoulder to find my uncle crouching on his hands and knees as if he were a great stallion horse stalking the female scent of a young mare.his behavior took me by surprise and scared me though my curiosity was intense as he boldly pushed his face between my young thighs and shockingly moved up to smell and lick my plumped pussy.these were the actions of a man not the uncle i knew such was the force of his tongue that i literally went on my knees.everything he did was far too quick for me to prepare for and even though i had initiated this long awaited moment his aggressiveness made the entire experience seem like rape.it was obvious he was inexperienced using his fingers to poke and pinch my female parts and could hear me clearly to calm down though it seem to excite him.he was breathing heavily while fumbling to remove his shorts his other hand gripped my hair firmly practically pinning me facedown on the mattress.within a single blink of the human eye he somehow shoved what felt like half a telephone pole in my vagina,i gasp for air as my entire body trembled and contorted from the pain though i couldn't scream i kicked out and pummeled the mattress.my uncle was grunting and trying to move around inside me but couldn't,at some point as he gratefully began to pull out i had my first orgasm and passed out.i somehow manage to survive that brutal sexual experience but soon after my uncle was sent to live in florida with his eldest brother.he died in 2001 from a heart attack and unlike me he never married or had children.it's more than likely i was his only sexual mate all those years ago but DAMN THAT HURT..the end