From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Katya's New Glory 3 of 3   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
     chapter three   
       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   
      
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