From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Katya's New Glory 2 of 2   
      
       Chapter 2   
      
      
      
       Written by Janus   
      
         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."   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)