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Katya's New Glory (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Written by Janus
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This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of children, adolescents, and adults in extreme sexual
situations. If any of this subject matter offends you then don't read
it.
The things depicted herein are purely fiction.
If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on pre-teens. If not, what are you doing reading
this?
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
janus_md@hotmail.com