Katina at 16

THE ADVENTURES OF KATRINA

The Fictional Short Story Of The

First Sixteen Years Of

Young Katrina’s Life With Her

Parents And Her Other Teachers

By Izzy Ess Of Togetherness

Little ballerina, our Katrina loved her father, eh?  She liked to sneak into his master bedroom and lie between her mother, the famous ballerina, Olga Sophie Cornucopia, and snuggle with her naked father, the Commissar, Vladimir Fyodor Malkevich, who was snoring oh so loud he could be heard for blocks away.  Her father had a great big belly and a tiny wee-wee that sat atop his thighs as he lay supine in the double bed he always shared with his own wife, unless, of course, he had a certain female guest, the secretary of his own spacious office, Mary Pavlov, beautiful and statuesque full-figured woman, who would spend some “working” afternoons and evenings with him, when Katrina’s mother was on stage or practicing.  Our Katrina never interfered with daddy’s work because it did involve a serious and lower exploration of our Mary’s private parts and how they fit unto her Daddy’s wee-wee.  Katrina had observed them through the key-hole seriously working at another fitting to be absolutely sure of their own accuracy and all their efforts at completing the big job.

When her own mother was asleep with her own husband, fitting didn’t seem to be a problem because there wasn’t any, as far as our Katrina saw.  She checked first through the key-hole to ensure she wasn’t interfering and then she would sneak into the bedroom and crawl under the silken sheets to get between her mother and her father on the bed.  She’d watched the secretary lick her father, apparently to get a bigger size for her and so she started licking her own father’s small appendage and it would grow in size and hardness while he still was snoring.  She’d check herself and found a little chamber that was much too small but she tried a fitting anyway.  She found that if she touched her daddies wee-wee to her private parts, she would get slippery and juicy and the tip of his now hard and longer wee-wee would just get inside of her.  She’d wiggle and squiggle to get it in, to no avail.  It wouldn’t fit.  She’d check her sleeping mother’s inner private parts and found a chamber big enough for her daddy’s hardened wee-wee but she couldn’t get them in position to join her folks who still slept soundly and profoundly.

Katrina would surrender and just slide down and take her father’s new erection and slip the head inside her mouth.  This fit well, but she couldn’t get it in too far before she choked.  She could move her little tongue and lick her father’s hardened member and she found if she persisted that she get a mouthful of some warm and salty stuff that was delicious.  She’d swallow fast and hard to get just every drop of it.  If she waited for a minute or so, she could repeatedly get her dad to squirt his stuff into her little mouth and throat until she had had enough.  She would then sneak out from under the smooth sheets and hurry back to bed before her folks awoke and found she’d taken liberties with them.

There were some times when her own mother made an invitation for her to accompany her to a grand rehearsal of a ballet that was being staged the next day in the Bolshoi.  This would be a dress rehearsal with all costumes and the music just as it would be the following night.  She admired her mother as she was twirled and sometimes thrown into the air by her young partner with the bulging crotch.  She guessed that he had such big balls that he did need protection from the ballerinas who might kick him hard if he didn’t quite twirl them perfectly.  This particular rehearsal went extremely smoothly and everyone was smiling at their expertise.  In one scene her mother was pulled into her young partner who had a funny look upon his face for one whole moment of their standing close together.  Her mother had been smiling broadly and she smiled some more when her pretty firm and perky derriere was drawn up close to her young partner’s crotch.  A little later in the dressing room, Katrina asked her mother what had happened and her mother smiled and said, “It is not important my young daughter.  When you get older, you may try it for yourself with your young partner after you become a ballerina.”  Suddenly, the door flew open and her younger partner charged at her.  She stood right up and assumed the same position that she’d had on stage and her young partner stood behind her and pulled her close.  Katrina came around and saw that this young man had popped his manhood out of his tight leotards and popped it into her own mother’s muscular and perky derriere which was exposed because she had already taken off her leotards and panties.  She watched as they did wiggle playfully until her mother squealed with such delight.  The young man got very red and sweaty and then he muffled a big scream.  Katrina guessed it was a deposit of the hot and salty stuff her father often made when she did lick his member.  Her mother shooed her daughter and told her to leave the both of them for several moments as they needed to discuss some dance moves for tomorrow.  Katrina left but still could hear her mother squealing and her partner muffling all his screams.

The next night, the night of the grand opening of a new ballet, Katrina’s father got dressed up in a Tuxedo and dressed Katrina in her tutu’s with the coloured ribbons.  They sat in the special box upon the stage while her own mother and the youngish partner danced until the applause was thunderous and persistent.  She noticed that the young man’s crotch was bigger than it had been yesterday and guessed he was already stimulated by her mother.  She guessed that they would meet in someone’s dressing room and repeat the bold performance that she had seen the night before.  Her father had applauded loudly and Katrina followed suite.  They found her mother and her dancing partner with broad smiles surrounded by bouquets of roses.  Her mother introduced the men and was so sombre that it did surprise Katrina who didn’t know whom to look at, first.

That night, in bed, Katrina’s parents were completely fitted, altogether and enjoined, and she could not just squeeze herself between them.  So, she snuck back to her own bedroom and did a lengthy search on her own private parts.  She found it pleasurable and continued through the night and other nights with quiet pleasures by herself.

Katrina thrived and grew to puberty without accomplishing her goal of getting fitted with her father like her mother and her father’s secretary did.  She had perfected her strong licking and her eating all her father’s warm and salty stuff.  Her breasts had budded and she now had tiny perky breasts which were pleasurable playing with them.  She often rubbed them on her father’s hardened member.  One night, her father did wake up and find his daughter eating all of him.  He smiled and helped her with some rubbing of her growing nipples and quite pretty breasts.  He asked her if she came to his room every night to lick his member, even with his wife beside him and when she smiled, he smiled right back.  He asked her if she ever took his wee-wee and put it in her inner chamber.  She smiled and said, “It wouldn’t fit, my daddy, dear.”  “Perhaps, if I did help, it might, my darling daughter.  Would you like me to help?”  Katrina nodded, “Yes, I would.  It would please me very much if you helped me to fit your member deep inside of me.”  The Commissar looked at his own beautiful daughter with her new small breasts.  He put them in his mouth and licked the nipples which caused Katrina to lubricate her new improved hot honeypot.  She squirted some hot juices down her thighs.  The Commissar put his head between her thighs and with his strong, long tongue, he licked her private parts and slurped up all the juices she produced.  Katrina felt more optimistic and she spread her thighs for her own father to push his hardened member into her.  And lo, it popped at little at the entrance, but it entered smoothly deep inside of her.  Katrina was enthralled and when her father pumped his organ back and forth, she had so many waves of pleasure that she squealed and woke her mother up.  The ballerina was startled but she had already guessed what her young daughter had been up to.  She rubbed her budding breasts which further made her daughter start to squeal with great delight.

After the Commissar had made his big deposit in his daughter’s hot honeypot, the Ballerina said, “It’s my turn now you pig!  Come on my own dear husband.  Let’s do something that we haven’t done for months, eh?”  The Ballerina rolled upon her stomach and she stuck her muscled derriere into the air.  The Commissar was instantly excited and he mounted his own wife and pushed his throbbing member deep inside of her already lubricated honey pot.  Then he did withdraw and found her puckered back door and pushed against it with his woody and it gave.  He plumbed his wife’s own depths and she was so excited she just screamed with every spasm of her inner private parts.  The loudest scream Katrina ever heard was her own father bellowing just like a tiger when he squirted out his salty semen deep inside his wife.  Katrina felt herself begin to lubricate again and she grabbed her father’s bag of balls and squeezed.  Her father gasped and swooned, falling hard and heavy on his wife who grunted.  Katrina’s mother told her to get some cold water and throw it in her father’s face.  That woke him up and he just started laughing at his own reaction to his daughter’s having squeezed his bag of balls.

For a whole two years, our close-knit family enjoyed their threesomes ever night.  Katrina had matured and had developed bigger breasts than her own mother.  Her honeypot had widened and easily admitted her father’s biggest members, every night, to get deposits of her father’s semen.  Katrina’s mother’s derriere was offered nightly to Katrina’s father who took advantage of the opportunities to plumb the depths of both his daughter and his wife.

On the occasion of Katrina’s sixteenth birthday, her mother promised her a special treat.  Olga smiled and didn’t tell her what she had in store for her.  Our Olga took her to her dressing room in Bolshoi and sat her down at the dressing table and left.  Suddenly the young male dancer did appear and with a rose bouquet, wished her “Happy Birthday!”  Our Katrina blushed and lubricated and she ripped the leotards off this young man and watched his manhood lengthen and strengthen as she stripped and presented her cute derrière to Alexander Nicolai for his use.  Our Alexander didn’t need a second invitation.  He bent her over and he pushed his throbbing member deeply into our Katrina, who squealed, delighted that her mother was so thoughtful!

Suddenly a younger stronger male dancer burst in and gabbed Katrina’s lovely breasts.  Our Alexander laughed out loud and grabbed this Vladimir Breszneff by his member.  He and Katrina disengaged and pulled off Vladimir’s leotards revealing such a monstrous member that Katrina’d ever seen.  Katrina wanted him inside of her and so did Alexander and our Olga, who’d been watching at the key-hole.  Ms. Katrina had the first round, inasmuch as it was her special day.  She begged Vlad to lie on his back and she slid herself down his huge shaft and got it all inside of her up to the hilt.  As she straddled Vladimir, our Alexander straddled her and got his hardened member into her back door and pushed it in as far as possible.  Katrina felt a wonderful sensation in her inner private parts.  As the trio started rocking rhythmically and enthusiastically, Katrina felt some pleasures she had never felt before.  She screamed each time she reached a climax and had exactly sixteen such episodes before she tried for number 52 for the whole evening.

Olga was just aching for some action and she came into the dressing room.  She sat upon our Vladimir’s face as he lay on the floor and Vladimir responded by introducing his huge tongue inside her honeypot and licking all the juices out.  Olga pointed her cute derriere at Alexander and he disengaged from her Katrina and he moved in such a way as to get his hard and throbbing member into her back door while Vladimir was tonguing her front door.  Katrina had had enough of Vlad’s giant member and gave it up for her own mother.  Olga took control and held Vlad’s member with both her hands.  She let him lay supine upon the floor and stripped and slid down his giant throbbing pole all by herself.  She felt the masthead in her stomach and climaxed several times.  She was presenting her cute derriere to her old dancing partner, Alexander, who swooped right down and introduced his throbbing member into her back door.  Like Katrina, she had never felt the likes of both these eager members and she experienced a series of intensely deeply felt sensations that were wonderful!

The birthday celebration was completed when another sixteen year old ballerina came into the room.  She saw the situation and started in to giggle.  Katie stripped her leotards and panties off and bared her tiny breasts for all to see.  Our Katrina loved her tiny derriere that was so muscular and loved her tiny wee-wee, too.  She was reminded of how she looked when she was 5 years younger.  She licked her new found pet all over and she lingered at her tiny private parts which hardly had a hair.  She had her little friend bend over so she could better check out her anatomy and saw that all the private parts were there including her own tiny honeypot which had been lubricating.  She thought that Vladimir would be too big for her so she chose Alexander to come over and try out her honeypot.  Alexander smiled as Katrina grabbed his member and massaged it to full stretch.  Then she asked her little friend, a Polly Romanov, to bend right over and allow her Alexander to just slip his manhood deep inside of her.  She moaned and squealed and felt a fit had been achieved.  Our Polly had a dozen rushes and she felt a great deal better.

Vladimir was watching and his member swelled tremendously.  He liked the tiny features of our Polly and did want a chance to try her inner chambers out.  Olga, also, was quite curious about how Vladimir would fare with tiny Polly who shrieked when she did see the size of it.  She smiled, however, and presented her cute derriere to Vlad when Alexander had competed his depositing.  Olga stood behind our Vlad and put her arms around his hips to hold his huge erection directly pointed at the tiny private parts of Polly.  Amazingly, our Polly opened wide and Vlad was able to get all of him inside of her and Polly started gasping with delight.  She wiggled and she squiggled and she experienced a hundred climaxes before our Vlad exploded and filled our Polly with his salty stuff.  Everyone applauded as their tiny Polly did surprise them all by accommodating her big prize.

Katrina thanked her benefactors, Alexander, Vlad and Polly, who had helped her celebrate her sixteenth birthday.  Then she and her own mother went back home and lo, the secretary and the Commissar were naked and enjoined.  Of course, our Olga knew what it was all about and started laughing.  “You pig, my darling husband.  You are indeed a snorting pig!  I could give you all you ask but you would rather stick your wee-wee up your innocent young secretary than admit that you are getting old, eh?”  Mary Pavlov began to disengage from her own boss when Olga said, “It is my lovely daughter’s birthday, and I would like to make a peace with you.  Please complete what you are doing and enjoy yourself and then we’ll have some birthday cake and celebrate with Vodka, eh?”  Mary was surprised, but Katrina’s father was not as he continued pumping his large organ into his nice secretary.  Olga and her daughter got undressed and got behind our Mary to cup her derriere and help her push back at the Commissar.  When he exploded, Mary squealed and had another larger climax and she moaned delightfully.  They disengaged and Mary sought to find her clothes and leave but Olga stopped her by just kissing her on the lips and grabbing both her buns to grind against her pubic bone.  Mary was delighted to feel comfortable with the wife of her own Commissar.  She kissed our Olga up and down and even felt her private parts to become much friendlier.

Olga did respond and had our Mary lick her wee-wee while she fingered both her front door and her back door with gentle pressures that were delightful.  Mary was enthralled that the wife of her big boss was so attentive and so friendly despite her having snuck around and done her boss when Olga wasn’t there.  Olga was exceptionally nice to Mary and even asked her what she ever saw in her own husband who was such a snorting pig.  Everybody laughed as there was no answer to this question, eh?  Olga had prepared a giant chocolate birthday cake for her own daughter who was turning sixteen just today and now would be allowed to date!  Everyone was still quite naked as they sat around the kitchenette and had a piece of cake after they had sung the Happy Birthday song to Katrina who had blushed and blown out all the sixteen candles of her cake.  The Vodka had its strong effect and Mary started dancing lewdly for Katrina for her birthday.  She grabbed her own father’s limpid member and she pulled him off his derriere to dance with her.  She got her bosses manhood nice and hard and long and offered it to Olga who demurred and did suggest that her own daughter loved her father very much and should have first dibs on his large and harder manhood.  Katrina accepted her father’s secretary’s offer and she got prepared to take her father on.

The Commissar was blubbering.  He was drunk and tried to say that he was proud of his own daughter for just learning all he had to offer and learning fast and really thoroughly.  He hoped that her next sixteen years were even more exciting than her first!  Olga came over and she took her husband’s member from his secretary and she held it tenderly.  Then she kissed him and she hugged him and was proud that he was Katrina’s father and was willing to teach his daughter what she had to know about the truth of men and boys.  She shook her husband’s limpid wee-wee and she tried to get it hard for her own daughter, to no avail.  So Mary skillfully did put her boss’s limpid thing inside her mouth and tongued it artfully.  It worked.  It came alive and started throbbing.

Our sixteen year old beautiful Katrina with her lovely breasts and derriere danced a dance for her own father to entice him to make love to her.  He still was blubbering and somewhat drunk but he did his best to stand up and to make a loving gesture.  He bowed to his own daughter while she curtsied for him.  She lay upon the kitchenette right in the middle of the chocolate cake and spread her thighs to give her father a big target since his drunkenness was making him unsteady.  Olga and Mary helped the Commissar to aim it right and get his semi-solid organ into his own daughter for her sixteenth birthday.

Finally he got it in and it got soft again and was quite useless for Katrina.  Olga went and got a dildo and she started it to vibrate.  She shoved it gently into her own husband’s derriere and lo, his member did get hard and start to throb for his own daughter’s birthday.  Olga kept the pressure on the thrilling dildo which she’d used for years to stimulate herself when the Commissar had just ignored her.  It had a wonderful effect on her own husband and a nice effect on her own daughter.  Mary stood back and marvelled at the wife of her own boss who was so kind and so accommodating.  She came up behind her and she hugged her from behind just pushing her own pubis forward into Olga’s muscular cute derriere.  Olga smiled at her and offered her the dildo which she accepted.  She loved the feel of it inside her back door chamber, her front door chamber and her lovely nipples.  Then Mary just reciprocated and ran the dildo for her boss’s wife the way she had for her.  Olga purred and just appreciated Mary’s kindnesses.

Katrina got her rocks off sixteen times in sixteen minutes and then another sixteen times for her good luck wishes.  He father was so wonderful and she remembered how she’d loved him all these years.  She murmured, “I’m so happy you’re my papa, papa dear!”  And the Commissar responded, “I’m so happy you’re my daughter, my darling own Katrina.  I’m so happy when I’m with you.  You are my favourite in bed with me.  Olga and Mary are only substitutes for you, my dear.  You are my only love and I will miss when you fly the coop.  Please come back sometimes for old time’s sake and make your daddy happy, eh?”  “I won’t leave you daddy dear.  I love you and I want to be with you forever more.”

The vodka was having its effects and everyone just fell asleep in a big pile on the master bed of the master bedroom.  No one stirred until the morning of the first day of Katrina’s next adventurous sixteen years, the subject of another short story and perhaps a novelette, my dear reader.  I’m tired and must get sleep.  I’m sure this is

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., Welland, Canada, 11/11/13