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Katya's New Glory 2 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Written by Janus
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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?
Chapter 2
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