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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.

   ******************************* Katya's New Glory, chapter three Written
by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus

   Katya patiently endured the school day as it dragged on.  After washing
the cream off her young body in the restroom yesterday, the twelve year old
had thought long and hard about her dilemma.  It made her feel special and
pretty to be on her hands and knees in the restroom, taking a strange man's
"thing" in her mouth.  It was nice but she was still missing something. 
When she woke up this morning, however, the solution presented itself to
her, as if her unconscious mind had spent all night solving her conundrum.
Before leaving for school, Katya grabbed two items and hid them in her
backpack.

   Carrying these two items with her made her feel like she had a secret.
When school finally ended, Katya didn't loiter on the school grounds. 
Instead she headed directly for Minnehaha Park.  She maneuvered her way
through the trails until she stood before the isolated restroom in the
wooded forest.  Shivering with anticipation, Katya entered the women's
restroom.

   Wasting no time, she closed the door and slid the bold into place,
locking the door securely.  Now no one would disturb her.  She then moved
to the wall which on the other side, she knew, was the men's bathroom. 
Carefully, Katya opened the diaper changing station that was latched shut
into the wall.  Hinges were attached on one end of the panel.  It slid down
smoothly until it stuck out from the wall like an old-fashioned ironing
board.  Katya located the metal leg that also unfolded from the underside
of the changing table, snapping it into place so it one side of the panel
was supported by the hinges and the other by the metal leg.

   Stepping back she studied the diaper changing table.  It was a good
three feet wide and it jutted out almost five feet from the wall.  The
surface of the changing station came up almost to her chest but for a
taller adult it was only waist high.

   It was perfect, Katya thought.  Opening her backpack, she took the first
item she had brought from home.  It was a pocketknife.  Stripping of her
jeans and underwear, the twelve year old climbed onto the changing station,
hoping it would hold her weight.  It creaked slightly but held.  Lying down
flat on her back, she scooted herself closer to the wall until her crotch
was pressed against it and her legs stuck up straight along the wall. 
Katya rubbed her hand along the thin strands of hair growing on cunny,
reaching lower until her fingers grazed her poophole.  Craning her neck to
see, she tried to mentally figure where her poophole lined up with the
wall.

   She sat up and slid off the changing table.  Opening her pocketknife,
she begin carefully cutting at the thin wooden wall.  Her knees shook with
excitement.  Luckily, the wall was constructed of a softer wood and, in
addition, the wall was only about a quarter of an inch thick.  Katya soon
whittled a hole about the size of a quarter in the wall.  Stopping to
inspect her work, she peered through the hole.  On the other side all she
saw was the vacant men's room.

   Katya resumed carving at the soft wood until the hole was about the size
of lemon.  Blowing away the sawdust and wood chips that had accumulated,
she climbed back onto the changing station.  Again she lay down on her back
and positioned herself so that her butt pressed against the wall.  She felt
the rough wood brush against her cunny but only cool air grazed her
poophole.  The hole was just big enough to reveal her puckered hole but not
enough so that her cunny was visible.

   Reaching into her backpack again, Katya pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.
Still on her back, she scooted back enough to give herself access to her
poophole.  Squeezing some K-Y onto her finger, she began to lubricate the
area around her poophole.  She tried to slip some of the jelly inside her
with a finger but it wasn't enough.  Katya knew that if her plan worked,
she would need more K-Y inside her.

   Suddenly she had an inspiration.  The twelve year old placed the opening
of the tube at her poophole and gently applied pressure.  Feeling the tip
of the tube slip inside her, she squeezed it right in the middle. 
Delighted, she felt the lubricant ooze into her rectum.  She squeezed the
tube several more times before withdrawing it from her.  Katya tested
herself with her finger and to her satisfaction it slid in smoothly without
a hitch.

   Tossing the K-Y aside, she scooted her bottom back up against the wall,
carefully positioning her greasy anal opening against the hole in the wall.
Now it was just a matter of patience.  Katya tried to relax, aware that her
heart was beating much faster than normal.  Even her hands were shaking in
anticipation.  Staring at the ceiling above her, Katya willed herself to
calm down.  Closing her eyes, she thought of Uncle Kurt again, and the
secret games they played together.

   It was just this past spring, however, when things started going wrong
regarding Uncle Kurt.  At school during recess, Katya would listen to her
friends as they giggled about sex and boys and their body parts.  Over the
past few years, Katya had dismissed the hushed impropriety of vague sexual
conversations taking place during recess.  It wasn't until last spring that
Katya realized she was different, that the games she played with her uncle
were uncommon among her own friends and schoolmates.  The kids hooted and
laughed the way ten or eleven year olds did when talking about sex.  Others
blushed and remained silent.  But when pressed for details, the schoolyard
girls would claim ignorance of any such thing, asserting that only dirty
sluts ever touched a boy "down there"

   One day last May, without thinking Katya asked her mother if it was
wrong for a man to put his thing in a girl's poophole.  The stunned silence
from her mother told Katya that she did something wrong.



   "Katya," her mother asked, "where did you learn about things like that?"

   Fearful of her mother's wrath, Katya whispered, "From Uncle Kurt?"

   That night lying in her bed, Katya heard a long conversation downstairs.
She couldn't make out any of the words but it was clear her father was
angry and she thought she heard her mother crying.  When she woke up the
next day, she was surprised to find Uncle Kurt's room completely empty. 
She rushed downstairs to find her parents at the breakfast table.

   "What happened to Uncle Kurt?" she asked breathlessly.



   Her parents exchanged a glance before replying.  "He had to leave
honey," her mother said gently.  "He found a job up north and he left last
night."

   Katya felt tears come to her eyes.  "But he didn't even say goodbye to
me!" Her parents said nothing so she turned and ran to her room.  Burying
her face in her pillow, she wept and sobbed.  She was still confused and
she wished Uncle Kurt was there to explain.  She still wanted to know why
girls who touched boys were sluts and why it was dirty to do so.  Were her
activities with Uncle Kurt wrong?  Did it mean she was whore?  Were the
kids at recess right about girls who played with boys' things?

   Back in the restroom, Katya began to think of everything she had done
there.  She thought about that first man who had been so kind to her, who
said so many nice things to her and made her feel special.  And there was
that second man, the black man, whose enormous cock sprayed cream all over
her preteen body.  He called her names which kids at recess used as
insults. But the black man wasn't mocking her.  He was praising her.

   Katya's thoughts were interrupted by voices approaching.  Her heart beat
faster as she listened carefully.  The voices were definitely getting
louder.  And they were male voices.  She felt pinpricks of anticipation on
her body when she heard footsteps on the wooden stairs outside the
restroom.

   "Come on, dude," a voice said.  "We just left school twenty minutes ago.
Why couldn't you go then?  We're gonna be late for practice."

   "Man, you know I can't play soccer when I have to go," another voice
responded.  Plus, Coach never lets us have any breaks.  It'll just be a
second.  We won't be late for practice."

   Katya listened as they talked.  They sounded like older, like high
school boys.  There was silence for a moment from the other side.  What if
they didn't notice, Katya wondered.  Surely they couldn't miss it.  But
what if they did?

   Katya didn't have to wait long.  She heard footsteps approaching the
other side of the wall.

   "Holy shit."

   "What?"

   "Holy shit, man, you're not gonna believe this."

   "What?  What is it?"

   Katya heard the sounds of the other boy's footsteps approach.  Then
silence.

   "What the hell?" one of them finally spoke.  Katya heard the footsteps
again until she was certain they were practically leaning against the wall.


   "Dude, what are you doing?" Katya barely registered these words when she
felt a finger against her poophole, rubbing against the slippery skin.  The
finger caressed her for a second before pressing against her opening.  It
slipped inside effortlessly.  Katya sucked in her breath.  Her jangled
nerves caused her body to shake again.  Concentrating as hard as she could,
the preteen girl tried not to fidget.  The finger probed her rectum walls,
poking and prodding against her elastic inner chamber.

   "Jesus, man, she's totally lubed up."

   "Holy shit..."

   Suddenly a second finger joined the first that was buried in her
poophole.  Katya gasped at the unexpected intrusion.  Her hole accommodated
the two fingers with a bit of resistance.  It had been several months since
Uncle Kurt left and she was no longer accustomed to taking large objects in
her anal canal.  Without thinking, Katya winced and withdrew her bottom an
inch from the wall.

   "Hey, man, check it out..."

   Katya felt something brushing against her cunny.  Alarmed, she looked
down at the hole in the wall.  When she had withdrawn slightly from the
wall, one of the boys had slipped a finger through the extra space.  His
digit now roughly stroked her cunny while the fingers buried in her
poophole continued to explore.

   "Dude, she's barely got any hair at all on her pussy."

   "Yeah, well who cares?  Even ten year olds need to be fucked.  If she
didn't want it, she wouldn't have her asshole against this hole."

   Katya felt a rush of excitement as the finger on her cunny started to
rub that special spot that Uncle Kurt always liked to lick.  She was
starting to feel like she did when her uncle gently played his games with
her.  The fingers in her poophole didn't seem too big anymore either. 
Unable to suppress her vocal cords, the twelve year old girl let a whimper
escape her lips.

   "Man, did you hear that?  She's getting off on this.  Come on, get out
of the way..."

   Katya felt the fingers withdraw from her stretched poophole.  The finger
on her cunny stopped too.  She heard the unmistakable sound of zipper
unzipping.

   "Dude, what are you doing?"

   "Just watch.  I'm gonna fuck this little cumslut.  I'm gonna shove my
cock up her ass."

   A thrilling wave coursed through Katya.  The dirty words the teenager
spoke made her feel indescribably excited inside.  She quickly scooted her
rear against the wall so her poophole lined up with the hole.  She bit her
lip in anticipation.

   An warm and blunt object touched her puckered opening.  Katya's
breathing stopped in mid-exhale.  The teenager spoke.

   "Are you ready for this, slut?  Are you ready for me to shove my cock up
your tight shithole?  Little cunt...  ahhh..."

   He was cut off by his own loud grunt.  Katya felt the object pressing at
her opening surge forward, forcing her taut sphincter apart and separating
her anal walls.  She gasped at the pain but willed herself not to recoil.
Her hands gripped the edge of the changing table tightly.  There was
another surge of pressure as the teenage boy completely sank his thing
inside her.

   Katya panted as she tried to control the burning sting in her poophole.
While painful, there was also a certain measure of comfort in the sensation
of the boy's thing inside her.  She hadn't felt a fullness like this since
Uncle Kurt left.  The thought of him eased her pain slightly.  Remembering
a trick he had taught her, her hand reached for her cunny and began to
stroke it.  This too helped take her mind of the hurt.

   "Goddamn, does this feel good," she heard the boy say.  She felt his
thing withdraw slowly from her hole, only to be slammed inside her again in
one smooth thrust.  Katya gasped again, but it was mostly from pleasure and
not pain this time.  Her finger began rubbing her special spot in earnest
and she was rewarded by a radiating swell of pleasure from between her
legs. The boy began to pump in and out of her more quickly.

   "Jesus, her asshole is so hot and tight.  I can feel it burning my cock
up.  Mmm, yeah...  You like that, you little slut?  You like my cock
fucking your asshole?"

   Katya remained silent, concentrating on the tingles that prickled her
body.

   "Answer me, bitch!" the teenager demanded.  "Do you like my cock fucking
you?"

   Katya half-stifled a moan as her finger furiously fondled her cunny. 
"Y-yes," she replied bashfully.

   "Tell me what you want, cunt.  Tell me what a dirty cumslut you are."

   An electric quiver shook the twelve year old's body.  She heard herself
saying, "I- I want you to ...  fuck me.  Hard." Another thrill shot through
her body from saying the naughty words.

   "Yeah, that's right bitch.  I'm gonna give it you good."

   His thing began to move even faster in and out of her.  Katya moaned as
she too moved her finger faster over her cunny.  Of its own volition, her
voice spoke again.

   "Yes, yes, please fuck me.  Fuck me harder.  Fuck my poophole..." Katya
felt her body respond to her own words as a flush of pleasure swept through
her.  Involuntarily, the muscles in her poophole contracted on the boy's
thing.

   "Oh yeah, squeeze my cock good, you little whore...  Milk my hard cock
my hard cock with your ass..."

   Katya did as he directed, gripping her muscles to compress his thing. 
The teenager's response was immediate.

   "Oh Jesus, she's squeezing me so tight...  God...  I'm gonna ... 
cum..."

   Katya got what she had so desperately desired these past few days.  The
thing inside her jerked and throbbed.  The preteen girl sighed as she felt
his hot cream spurt against the walls of her poophole.  On the other side
of the wall, she heard only the teenager gasping.  Soon his thing stopped
its pumping.  She felt it start to soften inside her.

   "Oh my God..." the boy said as he pulled away from the wall.

   "Holy shit," Katya heard the other voice say.  "Look what you did.  Her
asshole is practically hanging open."

   "No way, man.  She'll close up again.  She's one tight bitch.  See, her
asshole is closing up again, perfect as before.  God, I can't believe what
a mind-bending fuck that was.  The little slut is good."

   Katya felt proud that this high school boy admired her so.  She suddenly
felt powerful, like she had new gifts and talents.  She smiled in pride as
the cool air tickled her anal opening.  The muscles of her sphincter,
previously gaping somewhat, slowly closed up again but not before she felt
a few drops of cream dribbled out of her.

   "Come on, dude.  It's your turn now.  Fuck that asshole."

   "Um, I don't know, man..."

   "Jesus, what's your problem?  Don't tell me you don't have a hard-on
looking at this little cunt's shithole.  Come on, she's all lubed up and
ready to go."

   "Yeah, but I can see your jizz dripping out of her."

   "All that better to make her more slippery.  Don't be such a
chickenshit."

   Katya heard nothing but silence for a moment.  Finally, she heard a
voice grumble something unintelligible.  And then the sound of another
zipper.  She held her breath.

   Something pressed against her poophole which was indeed greasy and
slippery from the K-Y and the other boy's cream.  The boy's thing slipped
in effortlessly but stopped after only a few inches of penetration.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Slam it home, man."

   "Get off my back, will you?  God, just hold on..."

   "I swear, you're so full of chickenshit."

   Katya felt the beating pulse of the boy's thing inside her.  The
teenager still hesitated though.

   "Do you want me to call your mommy?" the first teenager mocked.

   "Go to hell..." Katya heard the second teenager mutter.  Suddenly, he
thrust hard and Katya's inhaled sharply as she felt him bury his thing
inside her.  He must have been bigger than the first boy, and even Uncle
Kurt, because Katya had never felt a fullness like this before.  She
whimpered in satisfaction.

   "God, your cock is so big..." Katya paused.  Did she really just say
that?  Continuing, she said, "Fuck me with that big cock.  Make me feel
good."

   The teenager complied, his cock moving in slow, even strokes.  Katya's
finger returned to her cunny.  Feeling bold, she spoke again.

   "Do you like the way that feels?" she asked the teenager.  "Do you like
shoving your thick cock inside me?"

   The teenager moaned in response.  Katya felt her heart race faster as a
shimmering tingle caressed her preteen body.  Her finger moved faster on
her special spot.  It made her feel so deliciously naughty to talk like
that.

   "Do you like the way my tight asshole is squeezing your cock?" she aced
breathlessly.

   "Oh my God..." the teenager muttered through clenched teeth.

   Katya purred approvingly.  She liked this feeling of power over an older
boy.  Her finger moved so fast that it was a blur on her cunny.  She felt a
wave of pleasure pick her up and raise her to a great height.

   Gasping, she asked the teenager, "Are you going to...  shoot your cum
inside of me?  Mmmm, are you going to shoot..  your hot cream out of your
cock...  into my asshole?"

   That did it.  Katya's body shuddered as the tingles building inside her
exploded in a glorious white-hot haze of pleasure.  She felt her back arch
on the changing table and her anal muscles clenched, milking the hard
teenage cock inside her.  It was too much for the teenager as well.  His
cock throbbed in her poophole, sending his hot cream squirting over and
over into her rectum.  Katya savored the feeling of his cum splashing and
pooling in her asshole.

   On the other side of the wall, she heard the teenager gasp one last time
as his cock stopped twitching in her tight hole.  She felt him pull his
cock from her, followed by a miniature flood of fluids from her puckered
sphincter.  Katya smiled to herself as she felt the liquid ooze down her
butt.  Closing her eyes, the twelve year old sighed in bliss.

   "Thank you, boys," she said, stretching her arms.  "That was very nice."

   "Hey," the first teenager said, knocking on the wall, "are we ever going
to see you again, bitch?"

   Before she could answer, the second boy spoke, "Yeah, do we get to fuck
you again sometime?"

   Katya opened her eyes, suddenly annoyed by their rudeness.  "No thanks,
boys," she replied.  "It was fun, but I'm definitely ready to move on to
_real_ men." She let the final words hang in the air.

   She smiled at the hesitant and confused silence from the other side of
the wall.  She heard them step away from the wall.

   "Fuck you, then, slut.  Come on, man, let's get out of here."

   She heard their footsteps tramp across the floor.  The door slammed and
their footsteps grew softer as they left.  Katya rolled off the changing
table, taking a second to steady herself.  She was a little dizzy from
lying down so long.  Briskly, she pulled on her underwear and jeans.  Then
she undid the legs underneath the table and returned the changing station
to its place on the wall.  Katya watched the hole disappear as she folded
the panel up and latched it shut.  She then grabbed her backpack and,
quickly examining her reflection in the mirror, unlocked the door and
exited the restroom.

   Katya felt happy.  Happier than she had been in a long time.  There was
still an ache with her from missing Uncle Kurt, but it was no longer an
overwhelming sadness.  She felt a sense of control over herself and her
situation.  She was no more than 10 yards from the restroom when a group of
girls appeared ahead of her on the trail.  It was the same group who had
made fun of her on the playground.  She stopped walking but they continued
their approach.

   "Well, well," a familiar mocking voice said, "it's Katya!  What's she
doing all alone out in the woods?"

   "Touching herself, I bet!" one of the girls responded.  A flitter of
giggles erupted.

   "Maybe she's just being a dirty slut," another girl said.  "Maybe she's
been sucking cocks!" Another burst of giggles.

   The group of girls reached where Katya was standing, her arms folder
across her chest.  There was a brief silence signaling the start of a
confrontation.  Katya, however, merely regarded the girls with a cool gaze.
One of them broke the silence.

   "What's the matter, whore?  Pussy got yo-"

   Katya cut her off.  "Fuck you all.  You think you know so much about men
and sex.  But you don't.  I bet you've all frozen up at the sight of your
dad's cock or blushed when a doctor mentions the word vagina You don't know
anything and you're all afraid to know."

   The silence of the forest was deafening.  Katya looked each of the girls
in the eye and, one by one, they all looked away from her.  Walking around
the group, she said, "See you later."

   She didn't turn to look at them but heard their shuffling feet walk away
from her.  But Katya finally did turn and she saw them disappear around a
turn in the trail.  She was about to turn and continue home herself until
she felt her backpack, realizing she had forgotten something.  Hurrying
back to the restroom in the clearing, Katya entered the women's restroom
and retrieved the tube of K-Y jelly that lay forgotten in the corner. 
After all, she decided, she might need it sometime in the future.

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   That's all!  A hearty thank you to everyone who wrote to encourage me to
finish the story.  As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.
Thanks for reading.  ~Janus







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