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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
Chapter 2
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
The next day, Katya had to go to school but it wasn't so bad.
The girls who had teased her yesterday left her alone when she
saw them. Perhaps they did mock her when she wasn't looking, but
Katya was too preoccupied with other thoughts to give them much
attention. She mechanically went through the motions of her
school day, attending classes, lunch, recess, and more classes.
Once school was over, Katya began walking home. Or at least in
the general direction of her house, because after a few minutes
she found herself walking down a different sidewalk than the one
she usually took to get home. She thought she was wandering
aimlessly until she realized she was at the entrance to Minnehaha
Park.
Katya stopped for a moment. The park was rather large, with a
grassy picnic area to her right with many shady trees and outdoor
tables and grills set up. Some grills had lazy wisps of smoke
rising from them, and the indistinct scent of charcoal wafted
about her. She looked to her right was the playground area. For
a moment she watched the children swingsets and clambering about
the monkeybars. Katya turned her gaze back across the park and
her eyes rested on the path across the clearing, directly in
front of her. This path, she knew, led to the rickety stairway
that descended to the wooded area, down to the creek bottoms and
winding trails. Where the restrooms were.
Feeling an ache within her, Katya headed for the path. She
navigated the wobbly stairs without a problem and she soon was
walking in the densely wooded forest. In the clearing ahead, her
heat skipped a beat when she saw a small, rustic looking
building. Her feet skipped up the steps and she opened the door
to the familiar women's restroom. She didn't enter right away,
however, instead she stood in the entrance and peered in.
In the daytime light, it looked a little different. A skylight
in the ceiling allowed a thin sliver of sun to enter, making the
room seem slightly brighter. Besides that the room appeared just
as she had remembered it yesterday. The sink, the mirror above
it, a lone trash receptacle in the corner. Katya stepped inside
the restroom and closed the door behind her. Examining the door,
she was surprised to see that it had a bolt lock on it. She
could stay inside the restroom as long as she wanted and no one
would disturb her.
She chose not to lock the door this time and entered the stall
instead. Looking behind the stall door, her eyes alighted on
what had been occupying her thoughts all day. The hole in the
wall was still there. She traced it with her finger, feeling the
roughness of the thin wooden wall. Gathering her courage, she
knelt down and pressed her eye to the wall.
It wasn't terribly exciting. On the other side, she saw a stall
much like the one she was in. There was no one there, of course.
Katya stood up and closed her stall door. Sitting down on the
toilet, her thoughts once again returned to Uncle Kurt.
That first summer, she and Uncle Kurt played their games quite
often, almost every day. Once school started, Katya spent less
and less time with him although they still played together from
time to time. Sometimes he would just lick her until the tingles
became too much for her. He always stopped when she asked him
to. Other times he would like back on his bed and she would rub
his thing until the cream came out. Katya always loved how Uncle
Kurt would hold her and kiss her gently after she made his cream
come out.
When she turned ten, Uncle Kurt introduced new aspects to the
game. Katya remembered very clearly the first time he took K-Y
jelly and lubricated his pinkie finger. He explained to her that
he wanted to examine the inside of her. Katya reclined in her
bed and spread her legs as her uncle probed around her cunny
until indeed his finger slipped inside of her. Katya had touched
herself there before and it felt nice to have her uncle do it to
her. Even his pinkie finger was rather large however and it felt
like a very tight fit to have it inside her cunny. He would then
either stroke or lick her like usual with his finger inside her.
It felt strange, but Katya trusted her uncle and enjoyed it.
After all, it was strange that very first time he was licking
her, wasn't it?
A few months after that, Uncle Kurt taught her more new things.
He began putting K-Y on his finger but instead of her cunny, he
would insert his finger into her poophole. That felt weird the
first time, but Katya soon grew accustomed to it. Uncle Kurt
taught her to touch her cunny while his finger was inside her
poophole. After they were done playing, Uncle Kurt always
reminded her to keep their games a secret. She complied,
although never questioning why.
Daydreaming about all these thoughts in the restroom stall,
Katya again felt an aching emptiness inside of her. Her chest
tightened and her breathing grew sharper as she realized how much
she missed her uncle. If only she could go home and he could
greet her at the door like he used to! The first tear was about
to brim over her eye, when she heard loud footsteps outside.
The wall shook as she heard the door to the men's restroom slam
shut. More footsteps followed and then stopped. Katya heard the
sound of someone peeing. She listened as the steady stream
slowed to a trickle and then to nothing. Katya sniffled as a
tear rolled down her cheek. Unfortunately, her nose, runny from
drying, made her sniffle loudly and a coughing fit ensued from
the young girl. Reaching for some toilet paper, she blew her
nose.
On the other side of the wall, Katya heard the stall door open.
She froze, feeling suddenly self-conscious. And then it was as
if yesterday was happening all over again. She heard the sound
of a zipper being undone. She heard footsteps on the other side
and saw a flash of movement through the knothole near the stall
door. Watching it intently, she already knew what was going to
happen next.
There it was, pushing through the hole in the wall. Only this
time, two things were different. This time, the man's "thing"
was a dark shade of chocolate brown. It must belong to a black
man, Katya thought. And secondly, this man's thing was much more
massive than the one yesterday, or even Uncle Kurt's. It was the
size of the twelve year old girl's forearm and almost just as
long. The dark purple tip jutted angrily from the rest of the
smooth, ebony shaft. Katya was taken aback.
"Let's go, missy, I haven't got all day," a low voice intoned.
"Take my cock in your mouth, whore."
Hypnotized, Katya got off the toilet and knelt down in front of
the immense thing in front of her. Her hand reached up and
gripped the dark shaft that looked like smooth marble but felt
unquestionably hot and throbbing. Her other hand reached up to
join the first since the young twelve year old couldn't
completely encircle the man's thing,
The man moaned approvingly. "That's right, you bitch, stroke my
cock good."
Katya felt a flush rose from her body at the man's words. She
had heard these words before at school but in this context they
had a whole different meaning. To her ears, they were words of
praise. Opening her lips, she let the purple tip slide into her
warm and wet mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's the way. Little cocksucker. Mmmm..."
Though the man's thing looked different, its taste was quite
similar to Uncle Kurt's. As she licked and sucked, Katya tasted
a variety of familiar flavors: the slightly salty sweat, a bitter
pee flavor, and above all the indescribably distinct flavor of a
man's thing. Her tongue swirled underneath the big and purple
knob while her hands rubbed the length of his shaft. Katya's
thoughts returned to Uncle Kurt and all the things he taught her.
********************************************
It wasn't until she turned eleven that Uncle Kurt asked her a
final, special favor. Katya loved her uncle and trusted him
completely, so she agreed without even asking what he wanted.
Uncle Kurt directed her to get on her hands and knees in her bed.
Squeezing a gob of K-Y jelly onto his fingers, he began to
massage her pert, young poophole. Katya sighed. His gentle
touch always tickled her in just the right place. Leisurely, his
fingers kneaded her dimpled opening, slipping more and more of
the slippery lubricant inside her. Uncle Kurt gradually began to
introduce his big middle finger inside her. After the many
months of their games, Katya was sufficiently stretched and able
to handle much bigger things.
Katya relished the warm feel of his digit probing inside her.
Because she knew her uncle liked it, Katya clenched her muscles
as if she had to poop, closing her taut anal ring around his
finger. Uncle Kurt chuckled.
"You're such a pretty little girl, Katya," he said leaning over
to kiss her on the forehead. Katya couldn't hold back a grin.
"Okay, angel," Uncle Kurt said, slowly withdrawing his finger.
"We're going to try something different now, okay? You just
relax."
"Okay, Uncle Kurt," Katya replied unquestioningly. As his
finger slipped out of her she repeatedly relaxed and clenched the
muscles in her poophole, milking his retreating finger. When it
was completely withdrawn, Katya kept her slender eleven year old
butt thrust into the air. She felt empty and vacant every time
Uncle Kurt removed his fingers from her. Like she was missing
something.
Soon, the young girl felt something else pressing against her
anal opening. Katya assumed that it was another finger because
it felt warm. However, it felt somewhat bigger. And thicker
than any of his fingers. Was he putting two fingers inside her,
Katya wondered? Turning her head, she saw her uncle pushing his
thing, glistening with K-Y, up inside her poophole.
"What are you doing, Uncle Kurt?" she asked worriedly. She felt
more of his thing slip inside her. It felt far bigger than his
finger did.
"Ow!" she cried. "It hurts! Please stop!"
Uncle Kurt stopped pushing his thing inside her. "I'm sorry
honey! I just need to go slower. It doesn't hurt that bad now,
right?"
Katya considered the sensation of Uncle Kurt's thing inside her.
It really wasn't so bad now that he wasn't moving inside her.
She felt like she was filled up and she had to poop. Except she
could feel the warmth of Uncle Kurt's thing and she could feel
the way it twitched inside her. It wasn't terrible.
"I guess it's okay," Katya told him.
"We'll just stay like this for a little longer honey," Uncle
Kurt replied. He began to stroke his thing, or at least what was
not yet inside her eleven year old body. Soon Katya felt his
thing pulse and expand inside her. She gasped. She could feel
his hot cream filling up her poophole!
Uncle Kurt waited until his thing stopped spurting before slowly
pulling it out of her.
"Hurry, Katya, get that ruler on the desk!" Katya grabbed it
and handed it to him.
"Let's see," Uncle Kurt said. "We have to measure before my
penis gets soft again. I had this much of it inside you," he
indicated with his finger, "and that means you I was able to put
in ... two inches! Good job, sweetie!" He hugged his niece.
Soon though, that two inches grew as Katya was able to
accommodate more and more of her uncle's thing. After a few
months of practicing, Uncle Kurt could introduce three inches of
his thing inside her. By the time, she was two months shy of her
twelfth birthday, Katya was able to fit four and a half inches
inside her. Uncle Kurt was very proud of her. Not only that,
but her uncle could slide his thing in and out of her with ease.
He no longer need to use his hands to make his cream fill up her
poophole.
**************************************
In the restroom, Katya worked feverishly on the man's thing
protruding from the hole in the wall. Reminiscing about Uncle
Kurt made her desperate to feel loved again, to hear the praise
she so greatly desired. When she felt Uncle Kurt's thing spray
his warm cream inside her poophole, inside her belly, she was
thrilled that she could make her uncle so happy and pleased. It
made her feel warm and tingly as well, but that was nothing
compared to the delighted expression on Uncle Kurt's face.
Katya's hands stroked harder, pulling urgently on the man's
black thing in front of her. He was so thick that she could only
fit the purple tip into her mouth, but even so she made up for it
by flicking her tongue ceaselessly against him, teasing and
letting her lips form a tight seal around him.
Katya could tell the cream was about to erupt from his thing.
His muffled moans grew louder from the wall and suddenly, he
emitted a long, low groan.
"OHHHHHHHH.... Mmm yeah you fucking bitch cocksucker, give it to
me, suck my cock, you fucking slut... OHHH, here it comes,
cunt..."
She felt his thing pulsate in her hands. A powerful spray of
cream burst forth from the purple tip in her mouth. Katya was
barely able to swallow it all before another shot came barreling
into her throat. It was too much. Katya pulled her mouth away
but continued to pump the man's thing with her hands. Uncle Kurt
had taught her the importance of doing at least that when she
wasn't able to take the cream in her mouth.
The thing in Katya's hands continued to shoot stream after
stream of the hot white fluid. The man was still groaning in
pleasure on the other side. The spurts of cream shot with great
force from the purple tip, staining the twelve year old's shirt
and landing hot against her face and bare arms. Finally, the
cream slowed to a dribble from the man's thing. Katya let go of
it as he withdrew from the wall.
Through the hole, she could see him tucking his now softening
thing back into his pants. Zipping himself up he said, "You are
one fine bitch, you know that? You are one hot slut, baby."
And then he turned and left.
Katya heard his footsteps as he descended the stairs outside the
restroom. And then the footsteps faded away until she heard
nothing.
Standing up, Katya exited the stall herself. Intending to wash
herself off, she went to the sink but stopped short once she saw
her reflection in the mirror.
The twelve year old was covered in the man's semen. There were
streaks of cream across her face. In her long brown hair, she
saw several dangling strings of white fluid that looked ready to
drip. Her shirt had several large, wet stains on it . Each of
her bare forearms also had congealing puddles of cream on them.
Katya suddenly had a flashback of Uncle Kurt and his thing,
thrusting deep inside her poophole. She remembered how lovely it
felt when he shot his cream inside of her, how she imagined she
could feel the hot and ropy strands of cream filling up her
tummy.
Impulsively, Katya pulled her jeans and underwear down until
they were around her ankles. And then squatting in the restroom
floor, she swiped a dab of cream off her arm with her finger.
Carefully, she brought her finger underneath her, to her
poophole. She rubbed the cream around her puckered opening,
delighting in the slippery feel of it. Taking another swipe of
cream from her arm, she tried to insert some of it into her
poophole, now slick with the stranger's semen.
Katya was able to get some inside her but it wasn't the same.
This cream was already getting cold and she had a hard time
getting some, if any, into her dimpled poophole. She wanted it
to feel like it did when Uncle Kurt did it. The twelve year old
preteen wanted to experience the feeling of fullness from having
a man's thing inside her poophole and the feeling of his thing
pulsating and filling her with sweet, warm cream.
Frustrated, Katya stood and pulled her underwear and jeans back
up. Turning on the water at the sink, the twelve year old began
to clean off the stranger's cream from her body as she
contemplated her dilemma.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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