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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Katya's New Glory Written by Janus Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Katya ran quickly along the paved path that winded through
Minnehaha Park. Tears streamed down the twelve year old girl's
face as silent sobs wracked her body. Running almost blindly in
the darkening dusk hours, her eyes saw the shape of a small
structure in the clearing ahead. In the dim light she made out
the word "Women" on a door. She went inside.
The restroom was rather small but clean. A weak lightbulb lit
the room in a hazy, incandescent glow. A large mirror reflected
back at her above the sink and a single stall was on the right
side of the room, as well as a diaper changing station attached
to the wall. Katya studied herself in the mirror. Her long,
brown hair hung to the middle of her back, pushed away from her
forehead by a bright red bandana. Her eyes were a dark slate
blue although they were red from crying.
She turned on the sink to wash her face. Today the coldness
and cruelty of the world seemed unbearable. She had been playing
in the park, swinging by herself when a group of girls from her
school came by. They called her names. Mean names.
"Slut!" one of the girls yelled at her. Surprised, Katya
looked up from her half-hearted swinging. There was a group of
about five or six of them.
"Katya is a skanky ho!" another one called. "She's a dirty
cocksucker!"
"She fucks older men for money! She's a fucking whore!"
"Dick breath!"
"Stupid bitch!"
It was too much for her at that point. Katya ran off into the
wooded area, onto the many paths winding through the park. She
hated those girls, the one who thought they were better than her,
better than everyone else in the school. It wasn't the first
time they made fun of her, but it was the first time they had
called her such malicious names to her face.
There had been rumors before that though. People snickering at
her, talking about her behind her back. Stories spread about
Katya. They talked about what a slut she was and how she was
sleeping with homeless men and drug addicts. Boys leered at her
in the hallways at school and girls made obscene bobbing motions
with their heads when she wasn't looking.
Katya felt a lump swell up within her throat. Tears brimmed in
her eyes again. It wasn't her fault. She didn't know how the
gossip got started. But what hurt most was that the rumors
weren't all that far off the mark.
The sobs came again. Katya thought her Uncle Kurt. She
thought about the things they had done together.
It all started innocently enough. Uncle Kurt was unemployed so
he came to live with his brother, Katya's father three years ago.
Katya was nine at the time and it was summer vacation and Kurt
volunteered to watch her during the day since both her parents
worked. It seemed like a splendid idea at the time. Katya and
Uncle Kurt had gotten along well in the past. She knew him since
before she could remember and he was always nice to her, bringing
her presents. Even when it wasn't her birthday or Christmas.
Uncle Kurt still behaved the same way when he came to stay with
them. He bought Katya some nice swimsuits for the summer, as
well as a junior chemistry set. They laughed and watched movies
together. Until after the first month. That was when everything
changed.
In the dim light of the restroom stall, Katya considered
herself in the mirror. At 4'9'' she wasn't terribly tall for
having just turned twelve. Turning sideways to examine her
profile, Katya was pleased to note that her breasts were bigger
than most girls her age. The chests of most girls she knew
consisted of only small, pointed mounds that jutted out from
their shirts. Hers were much larger and lemon-sized. She was
trying to smile to herself in the mirror when she heard footsteps
approaching from outside the restroom.
Her first instinct was to hide, just in case it was the girls
from her school again. She hurried into the single stall and
locked the door. The stall itself was darker than the sink part
of the restroom since there was no lightbulb here, only the dim
light that shone over the open upper part of the stall. As her
eyes adjusted, she noticed the porcelain and tile were very
sparkling white and clean meaning that these restrooms must
rarely be used. The walls of the restroom was made of unfinished
wood with knotholes here and there. Katya noticed with interest
that one of the knotholes closer to the stall door was actually a
hole in the wall, about two inches in diameter. She wanted to
look more closely but outside the footsteps thumped on the wood
steps leading up the restroom and she heard a squeaky door open
and close, meaning whoever it was must have gone into the men's
restroom.
Katya decided to wait until the man left before leaving the
restroom and going home herself. She sat down on the toilet and
rested her chin on her hands. The layout of the men's room must
have been symmetrical to the women's because Katya heard the man
close the door of the stall on the other side of the wall.
Through the knothole, she saw a flash of movement. She hoped
whoever it was wouldn't peek through the hole and see her.
Instead she heard the sound of a zipper being undone. What
happened next completely shocked the twelve year old.
Through the knothole she saw it emerge. It. His "thing".
Like Uncle Kurt's usually was, this man's thing was very hard.
It came through the knothole and pointed straight out,
perpendicular to the wall, until a good five inches of it was
visible. Katya stared at it. What was happening? Why would the
man do this? Katya wanted to leave the stall and run home, but
getting out meant opening the stall door and possibly touching
this man's thing. The stall walls were closed off at the ground
so she couldn't even crawl away. She was caught.
She was about to try to inch her way past him when the man
spoke.
"Hey come on, what are you waiting for? Touch me, angel."
Katya froze as her heart skipped a beat. His last words,
"angel" echoed in her head. She stood up as if in a trance and
kneeled before the "thing" jutting from the wall. Her hands
reached up as if they were not even her own. They reached up and
begin stroking the shaft of the man's thing. She ran her hand
along the underside of it and squeezed the big purple knob on the
end of it. It felt alive and warm in her hand, the veins
pulsing, reminding her of...
*******************************
That summer when she was nine, when Uncle Kurt first came to
stay with her family, turned out to be an eventful one for Katya.
She woke up one morning to find something tickling her. Between
her legs. She thought it was the cat at first until she realized
she wasn't wearing her underwear. She looked down to see Uncle
Kurt's head tucked between her legs, his tongue licking away at
her cunny. Katya was scared. No one had ever done that to her
before and she felt that it was dirty and wrong.
When he realized she was awake, Uncle Kurt stopped what he was
doing with his mouth and sat up on her bed. Katya eyed him
apprehensively. A different light shone in his eyes and he
looked changed. His hand moved in between her legs.
"Good morning, Katya," Uncle Kurt said. "Did you sleep well?"
His hand began stroking her cunny, separating her lips and
rubbing a spot that no one had ever touched before.
Katya, unable to speak, only nodded.
"That's good. I want you to be well rested because today we're
going to play a game. We're going to pretend we're married and
we're going to do things that mommies and daddies do together.
Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Katya remained silent. His hand on her cunny made her feel
funny. She felt her heart beat faster.
"Katya," Uncle Kurt said, "do you like what I'm doing to you
now?"
Katya remained mute.
"How does it feel honey? Do you like it?"
Barely speaking, Katya replied, "It makes me feel funny. I
don't know."
Uncle Kurt smiled at her reassuringly. "Sweetie, you shouldn't
worry. Today we're going to do lots of things that seem strange
and weird and funny, but it'll be fun. You'll like it. You
trust me, don't you?"
Katya considered it for a moment. She did trust her uncle. He
had always been nice and kind to her. And he was an adult and
she had always trusted adults.
"Yes..."
"Good girl! Now give me a kiss!"
Uncle Kurt leaned over to kiss her and Katya turned her cheek
because that was the way he always kissed her. But it was
different this time. He turned his head as well so that he
kissed her directly on the lips. Katya had only seen her parents
and movie people do that. She felt his tongue probing at her
lips and she opened her mouth. His tongue brushed against hers
and his mouth sucked gently. Katya was still a little scared and
she didn't like it. But since she trusted Uncle Kurt, she
understood that he knew best and she was safe with him.
After that, Uncle Kurt kept touching her, making her feel more
and more funny inside. Tingly too. She felt shivers go up and
down her spine when he touched and licked her between her legs.
It wasn't terribly unpleasant but it still felt strange that her
uncle was doing this to her. The game continued for the rest of
that day until her parents came home. Uncle Kurt made her
promise not to tell anyone about their secret game. And then he
gave her another present: a pair of gold earrings. She thanked
him and promised not to tell anyone.
The next day, Uncle Kurt woke her up the same way by easing her
underwear off in her sleep and licking at her cunny. He made her
take off her shirt too and he kissed her boobies, or at least the
little tips of them. She was still a perfectly flat nine year
old. The tingling and shivering continued when he touched her.
Katya began to grow accustomed to the sensation.
The game continued the next day. And the day after that. And
so forth for the rest of the summer. It had been about two weeks
from the first time Uncle Kurt touched her that the game changed
a little. That time, he took off his pants and underwear and
showed Katya his "thing". He explained it was his penis, but she
could call it his "thing" if it made her more comfortable.
"Can you do me a favor, Katya? Can you touch my penis?"
Katya considered his thing in front of her. It looked weird,
all dangling and wrinkled with a bit of hair around it. It
looked almost like an elephant's trunk, she thought. Uncle Kurt
moved closer to her so his thing was within arm's reach of her
face. Katya reached out to take it.
It was soft in her hands, like a snake. It felt like it had a
mind of it's own because it twitched and jerked when she first
touched the warm skin surrounding it. But then the surprise
came: it began to grow in her hands. Just like a snake charmer
playing a melody to make the snake rise out of a wicker basket,
Katya was astonished to see Uncle Kurt's thing grow longer and
bigger. His thing grew until it was too big for her to
completely grasp in her hand. Instead of dangling, it pointed
out straight at her.
"Wow," Katya breathed. "Why did it do that? Why is it so big
now?"
"It means I'm excited," Uncle Kurt explained. "Like when I
touch you, how does it make you feel?"
"Warm and tingly. Nice."
"Exactly. I feel the same way."
"Is it going to get even bigger?" Katya asked incredulously.
Uncle Kurt laughed. "No honey, that's as big as it gets."
"It's a lot bigger than before!"
"I know, sweetie."
Katya at the hard thing in front of her. The tip was big and
purple with a small slit in it. Then the rest of his thing had a
more of a normal skin color, except there were clearly veins
visible running along it.
"Can I measure how big it is?" Katya asked with curiosity.
"Of course."
Katya rushed off and returned carrying a ruler. She took Uncle
Kurt's thing with one hand and realized that her fingers weren't
long enough to go around the entire thing. She held the ruler to
where his thing connected at his body. Holding it so the purple
tip aligned with the ruler, she inspected the measurement
markings.
"Um, it's just a little bit longer than six inches," she
proclaimed.
"You're so smart, sweetie," Uncle Kurt praised her. "Can you
do something else for me? Can you touch me the way I touch you
and make me feel good too?"
He took her hands and guided it to his hard thing. Katya
imagined she could feel the blood pumping and pulsing hot through
it. He taught her how to move her hands up and down along it.
Uncle Kurt sighed deeply and told her again what a good and
pretty girl she was. Katya loved to hear this admiration from
her uncle so she continued to stroke his thing up and down like
he showed her. Soon Uncle Kurt was moaning and groaning. Katya
was afraid that she was hurting him.
"Katya, honey, don't stop. Just like that sweetheart, just
like that. You're doing such a wonderful job, angel. Good girl,
good girl, just like that, ohhhhh... oh god..."
Katya felt his thing pulse and twitch in her hands. Uncle Kurt
kept talking to her.
"Oh angel, don't stop, don't stop. Oh god, my little baby
angel, little sweet angel..."
Suddenly a stream of white fluid shot out from the purple end
of his penis. It splattered on her t-shirt and skin. It came
out in think, stringy spurts that seemed to coincide with the
pulsing of his thing in her hand. The stuff felt hot against her
skin when it landed on her. Soon it all stopped however.
"What was that, Uncle Kurt?" Katya asked anxiously. "What
happened? Did I hurt you?" She was afraid that she did because
his thing in her hands was beginning to soften. Like a deflating
balloon. She let go of it and watched it shrink until it was
just she first saw it when Uncle Kurt took off his pants.
"Don't worry, angel. You did a wonderful job. I'm so proud of
you."
"What was that white stuff?"
"That was my cream, sweetie. It comes out when you excite me
like that."
"Oh." Katya knew that milk came from cows. Uncle Kurt must
make cream, she though, just as cows make milk. It made sense.
***********************************
Back in the restroom stall, Katya hands continued to fondle the
man's thing. She heard him sighing on the other side. Suddenly,
he spoke.
"You've got great, great hands sweetheart. So soft. Let me
see what your mouth feels like, angel."
Katya didn't hesitate for a second. The twelve year old opened
her mouth and let the purple tip enter. The man on the other
side of the wall groaned as her lips closed around his head and
her tongue caressed the underside of his penis. Expertly, Katya
used her hands to massage the two inches of him that wouldn't fit
in her mouth. But for a twelve year old, she still did
admirably. Uncle Kurt had trained her well.
Closing her eyes, Katya pretended it was indeed Uncle Kurt's
thing inside her mouth now. She remembered the way he tasted and
the noises he made. She remembered how his purple tip fit
perfectly in her mouth and the way the veins on his thing
throbbed before her. Unexpectedly, her knees no longer felt like
they were resting on cold porcelain tile. Instead she was
kneeling on the soft carpet of her bedroom. And Uncle Kurt was
standing before her...
***************************************
Their games had continued every day. Uncle Kurt continued to
kiss her and lick her and touch her. Every other day he would
ask her to touch his thing and she would do it since it made him
happy. One day he showed her how to suck on it, like a popsicle.
Katya was reluctant at first.
"Please, will you do it for me? You always do such a good job
with your hands but now I want you to try with your mouth.
Please, little angel?"
Katya couldn't never say no when her uncle talked to her like
that. She opened her mouth. Since she was only nine years old,
Katya could only fit the purple tip of it in her mouth but it
pleased Uncle Kurt greatly when she did it. The first time his
cream streamed into her mouth, she wasn't expecting it and it
choked her and made her cough and cry. Uncle Kurt apologized to
her after that and said he would warn her next time the cream was
about to come out of his thing. He even bought her a new doll to
make amends and Katya soon forgave him. The next time she sucked
on his thing, he warned her in time and she was able to swallow
the cream like Uncle Kurt asked her to do. He showered her with
praise and compliments for many days after that.
****************************************
On her knees on the porcelain restroom floor, Katya sucked and
licked the man's thing just like Uncle Kurt had taught her to do.
Her sweet, young mouth engulfed as much of it as she could,
until it tickled the back of her throat. On the other side, the
man would moan appreciatively when she did that.
Katya felt different now. She was sad before. But here, on
her knees, pleasing this stranger by letting his thing thrust in
and out of her preteen mouth, she felt content. It was as if she
was with Uncle Kurt again. And he loved her. And he made her
feel special and pretty. She heard the man speak.
"Oh god, baby, that's the way, just like that, yeah, suck me
off, sweetheart..."
The man's words only added fuel to Katya's efforts. She didn't
feel excited or tingly by what she was doing. But it helped take
her pain away. She closed her plump lips harder around the man's
thing, feeling his purple tip and then veined shaft under her
lips. Her tongue teasingly massaged him until she felt it jerk
in her mouth.
"Oh baby, don't stop, you're gonna make me come, I'm going to
come in your sweet mouth. That's it, angel, suck harder,
harder... OHH OHHHH."
His thing was hard and hot in her mouth, undeniably alive and
fleshy with blood pumping throughout it. She felt it throb in
her mouth, the muscles contracting and expanding. She was ready.
Katya closed her lips firmly around his thing, creating a tight
suction just as his cream began to squirt into the back of her
throat. A long, muffled moan came from the other side of the
wall.
"Oh yes, honey, yes, yes, swallow it all. Oh god, swallow my
come..."
Katya felt his hot cream shoot out of him, into her willing
mouth. Expertly, she swallowed the first shot and a second spurt
followed immediately. The hot cream slid smoothly down her
twelve year old throat. She continued to swallow the remaining
cream that dribbled out of the man's thing until it began to
soften in her mouth.
"Sweet Jesus, honey, you have one talented mouth. You're the
greatest you know that? Nobody else even comes close." The man
withdrew his rapidly deflating thing through the hole. Katya
heard him zipping up. Suddenly fearful, she stood up as well and
opened the stall door, thereby blocking the knothole with it.
It was just in time too, for the man said, "Let me see this
pretty face I that just sucked me off..." Katya stood silent,
not wanting to reveal herself.
"Shy one, eh?" the man commented. "No big deal. I bet you're
a beautiful one. Angel, you're the greatest cocksucker in the
world. I'm definitely coming back here sometime." Katya then
heard his stall door open and then his footsteps on the stairs
outside the restrooms. She listened carefully at his retreating
footsteps until she was certain he was gone.
Katya reflected on his last words to her. "Greatest cocksucker
in the world" he had called her. The girls in the park teased
her by using the same insult, "dirty cocksucker" they said. But
this man had praised her abilities. Katya mulled over this
thought. Perhaps being a cocksucker wasn't necessarily a bad
thing?
And then another thought: he said he would be coming back
sometime. Did that mean this sort of thing happened all the time
in this isolated park restroom? Katya slowly walked to the door
as her mind pondered these thoughts. Seeing a glimpse of
movement, she halted. But it was only her reflection in the
mirror above the sink. Katya studied her reflection again. Her
eyes were no longer red from crying. And she looked different
than before. Prettier, she thought. She smiled, a real smile,
and was pleased to see the girl in the mirror do the same.
Exiting the restroom, Katya skipped down the stairs with a light
heart as she thought about what she would do tomorrow.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
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