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From: "Thomas Baetzler" <thb@spectre.ka.sub.org>
Date: Sat, 03 Dec 94 14:55:25 +0100
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Subject: Averti: Eloise gets to the Bottom of Things (f, minor, mast, voy, blackmail)
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Hello,
here is another bunch of stories from my private archive. The stories
in this series were all written by averti, who can be found on the
alt.sex.bondage newsgroup, if you want to reach him for comment. The wi.*
addresses found in the header are from the old Wizvax Anonymous Contact
Service, so they might map to another user these days.
I'm reposting these in an effort to raise the signal/noise ratio on this
group. Besides that, I think they're just great :-)
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Eloise Gets to the Bottom of Things
CONSUMER ALERTS: Well, if this one doesn't get us all shut down,
probably nothing will. This story, which (I swear) was related to
me as essentially true in all major details, contains:
* Irreverence (possibly blasphemy) toward a major religious
figure.
* Sexual exploration on the part of a child.
* Sexual activity (of various non-coital sorts) between a child
and a teenager, both female.
* Sex with vegetables, camping equipment, art supplies, and
sporting goods.
If any of these notions repel you, please don't read this story.
If none of these notions repel you, push your eyes back in their
sockets, reel your tongue back into your mouth, and read on...
(Note: the incredibly twisted protagonist of this story is the
same Eloise who is a member of the Toby Gang (see ``Toby and
Me,'' and ``Anita Meets Toby'' posted previously here); this
story takes place around 15 years ago.)
**********
Ever since she had been a tiny little girl, Eloise had loved
Jesus but hated the church. When she first glimpsed a picture of
Jesus (the standard blond, blue-eyed Anglo- Aryan Jesus of middle
America) in Sunday school, Eloise had wanted to climb up into His
lap and lick His bronzed, hairless chest as it shown through His
simple robes. Eloise, 12 years old and as tiny as as a
semicolon, wanted to dive between her savior's legs and do...
she knew not what; whatever grownup women would have done with
the Son of Man had they had the nerve and the opportunity. When
Eloise gazed at the pictures of Jesus and heard the stories of
his honesty and rough humor, she felt the rims of her tiny ears
grow bright red, and also felt a new heat growing in the
featureless, pink and white rubbery things between her skinny
little thighs.
One Sunday night, Eloise lay in her little bed, nestled among
stuffed toys and flowery cushions, and, by the dim glow of her
Bugs Bunny nightlight, mooned over a small picture card of
Jesus's face, given her by a slightly surprised Sunday School
teacher. The longer she fantasized about Christ, the hotter and
more swollen her tiny pussy became. The hotter it became, the
more Eloise rubbed and kneaded it, groping and searching
artlessly for the combination that would unlock her sexuality and
bring this frightening but fascinating feeling to some kind of
resolution.
But, alas, our heroine WAS only 12, and an immature 12 at that.
Her little feminine organ, while positively throbbing with
passion and wet as her backyard wading pool, was just too small,
too tight, and too _early_ to cooperate with Eloise's clumsy
probing. She had no idea what an orgasm was; her cunt was ready,
and her fingers were ready, but, as with blues harmonica, she
hadn't played with it long enough to get that ``Aha!'' epiphany
that makes one understand in a flash, and wonder what was so
difficult all that time.
Eloise pulled the outer lips of her hairless cunt apart and
delved inside with her other hand. She rubbed and poked; some
places felt good, some places didn't feel much like anything. A
place near the top felt REAL good for a while, but then she just
seemed to get confused again. Eloise was vaguely put off by the
slippery juices that seemed to be coming from somewhere just
inside her entrance; although sexy, it was also messy, kind of
like a runny nose.
Gazing at Christ with profound, if confused, lust, Eloise
continued goofing around between her legs. At one point she
discovered her urethra; sticking the end of her petite little
finger in this hole felt pretty good, but it was so small and
tight that she didn't think it could be the target. After all,
rumor had it that boys did it to girls by sticking their peepees
into them. Even the penciliest-dick Eloise had even glimpsed,
peeping at kids in the bath, wouldn't fit into there.
By and by Eloise found her vagina, but all attempts to introduce
even a part of her smallest finger inside yielded nothing but
resistance and pain.
Eloise felt like bursting into tears. (Well, she certainly felt
like bursting into SOMETHING!) She rubbed the little bump at the
top of her slit. Once again, it felt good, but it didn't seem to
be leading anywhere. Besides, she fumed, if Jesus had appeared in
her bedroom in a puff of smoke (Eloise's notions of the Savior's
holy powers were somewhat along the lines of those employed by
Superman or Mandrake the Magician) and crawled into bed with her,
she was sure that he would do better than to lie there and rub
that stupid bump with his rough carpenter's hands.
Eloise was about to give up. She got a handful of kleenex from
the night stand and began mopping up the strange, sticky fluid
from her crotch and thighs. She hoped that her mother would not
detect any stains on her sheets when they were next laundered. As
Eloise swabbed down her center and back between her legs, she
rubbed a kleenexed finger across and around her minute anus.
``What the HELL was that?'' muttered the naked 12-year-old. The
most astonishing sensation had shot all through her middle as if
she had touched herself with a live wire. Eloise reached down and
swirled her index finger around the pink, muscular ring of her
asshole. There it was again! To her astonishment, some mechanism
deep inside her front hole let loose a whole new flood of juice.
Acting almost on blind instinct, Eloise scooped a bunch of this
fresh lube onto her fingers and began massaging it into her
virgin rectum. Yikes! She bit down on the leg of her Raggedy Ann
doll to keep from making a very loud, very mature-sounding groan.
Well, as it does, rubbing led to poking, and poking led to more
poking, and a fingertip led to a whole finger, and a whole finger
seemed to open things up for another, and..., and...
Within a few minutes, Eloise, her Jesus picture propped on the
pillow next to her, had discovered, invented, and refined the
mysterious art of anal masturbation and was well on her way to
advanced studies. She writhed on her little bed as she fucked her
fingers in and out and around her rosebud; she looked down at her
naked, immature body and was astonished to see that her tiny
nipples were standing straight up, hard, dark, puckered. She had
always believed that one had to develop breasts before these
little brown dots of flesh could wake up, but that was obviously
not the case. She pinched and stroked her new points and rolled
her eyes with the sensations shooting through her body.
The best part of all was that that strange nubbin at the top of
her pubic slit was now hot, hard, and ready for business. The
more Eloise finger-fucked her asshole, the better it felt to rub
the whatever-it-is, and the more she rubbed the whatever-it-is,
the better she felt ALL OVER.
Finally, as it will, and as it should to all little girls who are
ready, Eloise had her first orgasm. It scared the hell out of
her; she figured she was dying, but boyoboy, what a way to go!
The little bump seemed to skitter away from under her slippery
finger, as if it were diving back into her body; her entire
pelvic structure clenched; her anus clamped down on her pistoning
fingers; her tiny, distended nipples burned and twitched with a
mind of their own...
``Oh my'' murmured Eloise, some seconds later. ``I have bit the
leg off Raggedy Ann entirely.''
``Thank you, Jesus...''
***
Over the next week or so Eloise consolidated her newfound
discoveries. Rubbing between her legs was cool, and so was
rubbing and pinching her tiny nipples. Rubbing the bump at the
top was REAL cool, but putting anything into her front hole was
painful. Sticking her fingers into her behind was only cool if
she rubbed her bump at the same time, and after a while this was
the combination that led to the frightening but EXTREMELY COOL
mini-fit.
Eloise found that a little skin cream was even better for smooth
and painless entry of her fingers into her ass than the self-
generated fluid that dripped from in front. One night, because
she was a slim, flexible little girl, with long arms and small
hands, she got all four fingers into her asshole, and then her
thumb. The sensation was astonishing; it made her feel a little
hysterical. She had a brief vision of her fitting her closed fist
inside herself, and then climbing hand over hand up her own
asshole until she was entirely _inside_ herself, thrashing around
and agitating all sorts of mysterious internal sex organs. Upon
this vision she came, without touching her little bump at all, so
hard that she almost fell off the bed.
Eloise lay sprawled across her bed, naked, covered with a fine
sweat, her slender legs angled apart, her stretched rectum
throbbing, her immature pussy twitching. She fell asleep that
evening dreaming of a secret garden with an asshole-shaped
doorway.
***
The next evening the pint-sized experimenter waited until her
parents were asleep, and then brought out the objects she had
accumulated during the day. Propping her Jesus picture close to
view, Eloise stuffed a two-fingered gob of face cream up her
eager brownie and spread the slippery stuff liberally both inside
and out. Then she proceeded to run some tests.
A pencil (eraser end): nice, but too small.
A candle: Smooth, and picked up heat nicely, but still not large
enough.
A Girl Scout flashlight: inherited from her mother, this smooth
metal flashlight was about eight inches long and an inch and a
half wide, with a bullet-shaped end that had been the subject of
much joking in Mom's teenage day. The flashlight was very COLD
and plenty large enough; it took several gasping stops before
Eloise got four or five inches of the tool up her backside. The
pain of the stretching the child was subjecting herself to soon
warmed to an erotic glow. She loved the way it looked in the
mirror, the immature, hairless buns framing the distorted ring of
muscle. Eloise masturbated joyously with this configuration, at
the end instinctively fucking the flashlight in and out of her
bung with the rhythm and salaciousness of a sexual veteran.
The final test of the night involved croquet gear. Eloise had
carefully cleaned the mallets and marker stakes until they shone.
After she recovered somewhat from the flashlight exercise, she
tried to get the head of a croquet mallet into her bottom, but,
even stretched from the previous session, her anus would not
accept the massive wooden head. On the other hand, the handle of
the mallet, while long and penis-like, and easily manipulated,
came nowhere near filling her now experienced asshole.
Finally the clever girl put TWO mallet handles into her ass. The
subtle shifting and changing relationships between the two sticks
of polished wood as she wriggled around on her bed sent more than
the necessary amount of thrills through her body as she
vigorously frigged her little bump. After that last climax, it
was all the poor child could do to tidy up the evidence of her
self-centered perversions and fall into a deep sleep.
***
A few days later, Eloise, now an experienced jill-off, swiped a
sex book from the parents of the girl next door and read up on
the real deal about what she had figured out on her own. Some of
the explanations went right over her head, and the neat pencil
drawings of mature, hairy genitals made her feel a little queasy.
But she did teach herself the standard names for things, so that
she now thought of her ``little bump'' as Clitoris, her front
hole as Vagina, and so on.
The most interesting part of the book was the chapter in which
the authors advised parents how to discuss masturbation with
their children. After reading the whole chapter carefully, Eloise
was disappointed that she hadn't been able to pick up anything
new in the way of technique. But she went back and re-read the
part where the book counseled the parents that playing with
yourself was perfectly normal and that they should go to some
effort to reassure their kids and not let them feel weird or
guilty.
``I'm for that'' Eloise nodded. ``Of course, it looks like they
are talking about kids who are 14 or 15, not 12, but I guess I'm
just a child prodigy.'' Some keen political instinct told Eloise
that cramming large objects up her ass and beating off four or
five times a night to a picture of Jesus was not something that
she wanted to share with her parents, no matter how theoretically
understanding they might be.
***
``What I really need next,'' mused Eloise, absently staring out
her bedroom window and wiggling her thumb deliciously in her
little asshole, ``is a better picture of Jesus.'' In her mind's
eye Jesus had gradually changed His image to keep current with
her burgeoning sexuality; Jesus now was tall, suntanned, with a
hairy chest and large, healthy genitals. (On the details of the
last Eloise was still somewhat vague, having never studied any
mature genitals, let alone divine ones.) Christ was also now very
good at licking little pussies and had a long, muscular tongue
that He would shove up Eloise's rectum pretty much any time he
was asked.
This imaginary Christ just didn't match with the wimpy,
philosophical-looking fellow depicted on all Eloise's pictures
and cards. She decided to consult the one person she knew who
could probably create a customized ravening sex fiend Jesus icon
to order. Chris Taylor, her next door neighbor, had all the
qualifications; she was an excellent artist, a sexually mature
teenager, and had a terrible attitude, not unlike Eloise's only 4
years more developed.
***
Eloise walked silently around the back of the Taylor's house,
heading for the separate door that opened into Chris Taylor's
room and studio. Chris Taylor was 16 that summer, and had little
time for a mere kid like Eloise, although they had been friendly
enough since Eloise was a toddler. Chris had discovered what she
wanted to do in life--paint; and she was good at it, even as a
teenager, and constantly improved. A fine arts scholarship was
already promised after high school. Chris spent every minute of
the day that she could working at her craft. She sketched, drew,
painted landscapes and portraits, and did small commercial art
jobs from time to time.
Chris had only had one boy friend all through school. When
Larry's folks moved out of town, Chris was heartbroken and threw
herself all the more into her art. A tall, strong, muscular girl,
Chris was shy and never tried to date anyone else after her
steady had left.
Chris missed Larry, and spent much time drawing and painting his
portrait. Hidden from her parents' eyes were the other, more
intimate pictures Chris had done while they were going together,
and continued to produce after he left; pictures of their young
bodies twined in lovemaking. Chris often cried as she sketched a
representation of Larry's fine, firm penis, or worked on a
baroque pastiche of herself swooning as her lover tongued her
cunt. Time and time again, the loneliness and hot memories drove
Chris into herself for satisfaction, and she masturbated
emotionally and romantically behind the closed doors and drawn
drapes of her studio.
This particular summer afternoon, young Eloise was about to knock
on the door of Chris's studio when she thought she heard an odd
noise from within. With the natural secretive instincts of the
hardcore jill-off, Eloise moved to the window and peeped in. The
drapes were pulled, as usual; but Chris had arranged them from
the point of view of a tall young woman. Down around the four
foot level, where tiny Eloise's eyes naturally were found, there
was a gap of just a few inches. What Eloise saw through that gap
first astonished, and then excited her. Chris was doing it!
The young artist was sprawled in an old armchair, her long legs
draped over either side, her faded levi shorts and cotton panties
dangling from one sneakered ankle. Her tee shirt was rolled up to
her collarbone. Chris was stroking and rubbing between her legs
with both hands, dipping fingers into her canal, then pressing
and rearranging the complicated lips and flaps. Eloise was
thrilled to see the abundant dark blonde hair that started below
Chris's belly and furred down between her legs. Due to Chris's
position, Eloise could also see the older girl's round pink anus.
And _that_ had blond hair around it too! Eloise thought she might
swoon with the magic of it all.
Eloise shifted in position, to get a better look, and also to
allow one hand to sneak up the leg of her shorts and diddle in
her crotch. She watched the teenager rub herself, getting hotter
and hotter right along with the girl inside.
Presdently Chris reached over to her taboret and picked up an
unusual preparation of two metal clips with a length of string
between them. Similar clips were in use, all around the studio,
holding sketches or canvases. Eloise's mouth dropped to a
perfect O shape as Chris opened the steel clips and quickly
placed first one clip on one of her hard nipples, and then the
other. Eloise almost couldn't believe it. The cruel bite on her
nipples was clearly making Chris much hotter! Eloise reached up
and pinched one of her own tiny nipples through her faded tee
shirt, pinched it far harder than she had ever tried to before,
then pinched it as _hard_ as she could_. She almost fell over
from the strength of the sensation. ``No doubt about it, I gotta
get me some of those clips!'' she whispered.
Inside the studio, Chris had taken the string between the two
clips on her nipples and clenched it between her teeth. She used
the strength of her jaws and neck to pull up hard on the string,
thus pulling equally hard on the trapped nipples. At the same
time Chris redoubled the pace of her pussy-rubbing, her hips
rolling from side to side in the old armchair.
Outside, Eloise looked all around to make sure nobody could see
her, then licked her favorite two fingers and jammed them up her
tender little asshole. She reached around through the other leg
of her shorts and began rubbing directly on her clit, her eyes
glued to the window.
Chris clenched on the string until her nipples stretched an inch
from their bases, fiery red and paper white. She placed her
middle finger directly on her exposed clitoris and began runbbing
at a blurring pace.
Eloise rotated and churned the fingers in her backdoor and
strummed on her immature clit as fast as she could. She fixed her
gaze not on Chris's tits or her gyrating pussy but on her
delicate pink-and-gold asshole, which seemed to Eloise like an
eye, pointed directly at her.
Chris's orgasmic scream was handily muffled through the teeth
clenched around the nipple-clip string. Her hips bucked and her
pussy snapped and contracted as she rubbed her button until it,
too, seemed to scream.
Eloise, staring glassily through the window, her mouth hanging
open, rammed her rectum and scrubbed her little clitoris until
she too came. It was not the blockbuster orgasm that she
engineered for herself in her lengthy nighttime ruboff sessions,
but it felt pretty good. Eloise had already been masturbating
long enough to know that a little come is considerably better
than no come at all.
When Eloise could think and move again, she grabbed the doorknob
of the studio door and began rattling the door, kicking the
baseplate, and hollering, for some reason that escaped her at the
moment, ``Chocolate! Chocolate!''
The door burst open, and a very red-faced Chris Taylor appeared,
her shorts on crooked and two lumpy, elongated nipples bumping
out the front of her wrinkled tee shirt. Chris saw who it was,
grabbed Eloise by the shoulder, yanked the child inside the
studio, and slammed and locked the door, all in one continuous
special-effect-like motion.
Chris glared at Eloise. ``What the hell do you want, Eloise?''
Eloise brushed off the shoulder of her tee shirt in an annoying
manner. ``Well, I did come over to talk to you about painting me
a picture, but once I saw you masturbating through the window--I
mean, once I looked through the window and saw you masturbating-
-I thought of some other things we could talk over.''
Chris' face turned an additional shade of red. She glanced wildly
at the draped window, then back at her chair. She glared at the
tiny child standing in front of her. ``That's NONE of your
business, you little shit!'' Chris hissed. ``If you knew
anything, you'd know that that's _private_!''
``I don't know anything,'' Eloise replied. ``I just started doing
it myself a couple of weeks ago. That's one of the things I need
to talk about.''
Chris rolled her eyes. ``I don't want to know that you... do it,
or when you started. You're only 12, for God's sake!''
``Yeah, but I'm advanced for my age.'' Eloise strolled over and
sat down in the armchair. ``You look great when you do it, Chris.
Your body is so beautiful. Do you think I'll look like that when
I'm sixteen?''
I am not having this conversation, Chris told herself, biting her
lip.
Eloise went on, conversationally. ``I loved looking at your
asshole, Chris. It's my favorite part. Do you ever put anything
into it when you play with yourself? I can get the most _amazing_
things into mine, and it feels just _wonderful_!''
Chris' voice shook. ``Eloise, cut out that kind of talk, and get
out of here! What you're doing is very very wrong!''
``I don't think so,'' Eloise said. She pulled her tee shirt off
over her head and experimentally rubbed her flat, disklike
nipples. ``Your Dad's sex book says it's natural and normal.''
``It's not natural and normal to peep on somebody else who's
doing it, and it's REAL bad policy to discuss it with another
female WHO DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!''
Eloise shucked out of her baggy shorts and sat, naked, skinny,
and almost genderless in Chris' chair. She tried to throw her
legs over the chair arms as the older girl had done but her legs
were too short. She ended up spread legged in the chair. She
grinned at Chris as she reached down and spread the delicate
folds of her immature pussy. ``See, I have everything you have;
mine is just a little underdeveloped, is all.''
Chris burst into tears and sank to the floor. ``Eloise, what are
you doing to me? What did I ever do to you to make you want to
torture me like this?''
Eloise stroked her tiny clit. ``I need your help, Chris. I need
your talent, and your experience.''
``I'm not doing _anything_ as long as you act like that. You're
crazy!''
``Tell me, what do you think would happen if I ran across the
street, naked as I am now, sobbing and crying and telling the
neighbors that you did something to me? Heck, I could even
scratch myself enough to get some nice fresh blood to smear
around here and there...'' Eloise wiggled her bottom in the chair
and rubbed some more between her legs. ``Who do you think they'd
believe?...Your life would be ruined, Chris. I'd hate that.''
``You--are a _monster_!''
``Nope, just a self-centered little girl.''
***
Chris Taylor was in a terrible mood. The teenage artist stood in front of her
easel and slashed at a large sheet of paper with a piece of charcoal.
She was sketching a picture that she never, in a thousand years, would
have believed she would even consider doing; a depiction of a nude, skinny,
breastless Eloise, lying on her back with her legs up in the air, flicking
her clitoris with one hand while rotating a sizable green cucumber in her
rectum with the other.
Aside from being a total pervert and an extortionist, Chris fumed inwardly
as she tried to make Eloise look as slimy and ugly as possible, the awful
brat won't shut up, even when she's almost ready to come.
Eloise was going over her demands. She twirled the vegetable in her ass as
she said, in a businesslike voice, ``I want one of those plastic vibrator
things that you stick in yourself. A big one. And I want you to draw my
picture doing stuff to myself with it. And you have to watch real close
and pay attention. And you have to do stuff to yourself and let me watch
and explain what's good to do.''
Chris gulped. ``Okay, but no touching. If you ever touch me or ever try
to get me to touch you, I swear I'll get my Dad's gun and kill the both
of us.''
``Oh, party poop...One other thing. Can you paint a picture of Jesus?''
``Er, I suppose so.''
``Well, when you get real good at painting me and painting Jesus then I
want you to paint me a special picture. I want a picture of Jesus fucking
me in the ass.''
Chris's ears began to ring, but she was too freaked to answer them.
***
It was late in the evening. For the second or third time Eloise had posed
for Chris and then went home. Chris slumped in her studio chair and put
her head in her hands. It was all so weird! Good thing Eloise still had
a set bedtime or she'd be here all night, sticking stuff up her ass and
driving me crazy with that squeeky little voice. Although, if her parents
ever found out _what_ Eloise does after she goes to bed, they'd probably
make her sleep standing up in the living room. Wearing boxing gloves.
The worst, absolutely worst part of the whole thing, Chris mourned, is
that the little bitch is getting off right, left, and center. And I'm
getting turned on by her in some sort of disgusting way--although I dare
not let her suspect, it would just strengthen her hold over me. And I'm
not getting off at all. I miss Larry, and I can't even relax and masturbate
myself because I half believe that Eloise will pop up out of the floor
like Rumplestiltskin!
Well, enough of that bullshit, the young artist decided. She checked and
rechecked the locks and latches on all the doors and windows. Then she
took off her clothes, placed a tall mirror so that it reflected on the
posing stand, and climbed up on the stand, lying down with her knees up
and legs slightly parted.
Chris's first sigh was one of relief more than arousal. It felt SO good to
just be alone...she admired her toned body in the mirror, her firm young
breasts and muscular thighs. Chris tickled her nipples with light fingertip
touches, and the dark pink buds soon responded by standing up stiff and hot.
Chris let her other hand steal downward, slide teasingly over her labia, and
on down between her hard buttocks. That little bitch! Chris thought. Think
she'd invented assholes...Chris teased all around the perimeter of her anus,
tickling and pressing with one or two fingertips. Before too long, she had
wet two fingers with saliva and tucked them into her tight ass. Remembering
Eloise's stories about the two mallet handles, Chris wiggled and crossed the
fingers in their hot prison. Not bad!
The teenager got up and walked over to the stand that held her painting
equipment. She selected the brush with the largest handle--nothing in the
Eloise class, but enough to definitely keep the bottom interested. Chris
lubricated the brush handle with some vaseline, and applied more of the
slippery stuff to the entrance and first inner inch of her rectum.
Chris lay down once again, positioning herself so that she could clearly see
in the mirror her entire body, including the area between her legs. She
teased her asshole with the brush handle, then slowly slid the first few
inches of smooth polished wood up into her bottom. It felt good. Real good!
Even Eloise can't spoil this for me, Chris thought as she slowly fucked her
ass with one hand and rubbed her cunt with the other. She got hotter and
hotter, watching herself in the mirror, looking at how the brush handle drew
her tight asshole ring inward on the in stroke, and then tugged it outward
on the outstroke. Chris gazed lusfully at her clean young pussy, and looked
intently at her fingers as they teased, pulled, and stroked between her legs.
***
At the very pinnacle of her orgasm, Chris saw sparkles in her vision and heard
a roaring noise, as if she were about to go under anesthetic. She pressed
very hard on her pubis and clit with one hand while the other hand held the
brush handle firmly in place in her ass. The contractions surging through the
whole floor of her pelvis wanted to push the brush out of her rectum, but she
held it fast.
Suddenly Chris heard not a roaring sound, but a clicking sound. She turned her eyes toward the door, still half-dazed in the downslope of her climax. There
stood Eloise, polaroid camera in hand. Eloise snapped another shot of Chris,
sprawled on the posing stand, one hand in her cunt and the other manipulating
the brush in her ass, and grinned.
``Smile, you're on candid camera'' Eloise murmured. She fished a string from
under her blouse and showed Chris the shiny new key dangling there. ``And if
you change the locks, I'll just get it copied again'' the 12 year old warned.
Chris collapsed in a heap. ``Eloise, you are not human!''
``I'm human enough to know when to fuck myself in the ass'' Eloise retorted.
``Guess that means I'm at least as human as you.''
***
A few weeks later that year, one very hot summer afternoon, the Taylor family
went to the beach and left Chris alone as usual, in her air-conditioned studio.
Eloise, instincts like a raptor, showed up not ten minutes after the Taylor's
car cleared the driveway. Chris let the little sex fiend in with her customary
guarded, apprehensive air.
``Look at me'' Chris complained. ``I've got dark circles under my eyes and
wrinkles around my mouth! You're making me an old woman at 16!''
``Oh, stop griping'' Eloise chided, shucking out of her clothes in a twinkling. ``Your problem is that you take life too seriously, and don't masturbate
enough.''
``How would you know how much I masturbate, Eloise? I fixed my Goddam curtains, thank you, and installed a bolt on the inside of the door. You couldn't see in
here with an X-ray machine!''
``Forget it...today I want you to sketch me using this'' Eloise pulled a
large, handsome gourd from the paper bag she was carrying. ``Isn't he a
beauty?''
Chris gulped. The tapered end of the smooth, polished gourd looked as big as
a horse's cock. ``Not even you could get that thing up your ass, Eloise. Get
real!''
Eloise climbed up on the posing stand and took a large container of Crisco out
of her bag. ``Wanna bet?''
``Bet what?''
Eloise shook the paper bag, and another gourd fell out, its protrusion both
narrower and shorter than the first. In fact, it was so dick-like...
Larry's-dicklike, as a matter of fact... that Chris felt a funny flutter
in the floor of her crotch just looking at it.
``Bet this'' Eloise said, brandishing the second gourd. ``You think
I haven't seen you fingering your crotch right along with me during
these posing sessions? Caught you fucking yourself with that brush a few
weeks agao, didn't I? I think you probably jam half the stuff in here up
yourself after every posing session. Eloise knows all!''
``Eloise knows jack,'' Chris retorted, blushing. ``Eloise is a mental case.''
``OK, here's my challenge. If I can get the big one all the way into me, you
have to take the little one--same place--and jill off with me.''
Chris's heart seemed to stop momentarily. Her vision grew red and blurred
around the edges. All she could see clearly was Eloise's evil little baby
face and her hairless, sturdy asshole, and the two gourds, which seemed to
pulsate with a life of their own. To her shock, Chris heard her own voice
say, hoarsely, ``You're on. Put your money where your asshole is!''
***
It took even Eloise the pro several minutes to slowly slide the gourd neck
all the way into her heavily greased rectum. Chris watched with fascination
bordering on horror as the little girl moaned and groaned while feeding ever
more of the vegetable into her bottom. Eloise was covered with sweat and her
eyes looked like they were bulging out of her head under pressure from below.
She masturbated her pussy intermittently, with an expert hand, but it was
clear that the gourd in her dilated asshole was the real focus of attention.
Chris sat nearby, nude from the waste down. She had decided to let her lust
rule her brain, for once, and give in to the strong arousal that she had
previously kept confined. She masturbated slowly and steadily while staring
at Eloise, rubbing her whole vulva with a hot hand and then changing off to
caress her clithood between two fingers. Her pussy was as wet as she had
ever known it to be, and her asshole seemed to twitch and dilate all by itself.
``WELL, that's IT!'' Eloise said in a strangled scream. ``It's all the way in,
Chris! It feels so GREAT I almost can't STAND it!'' The globular body of the
squash fit between the child's thighs, making a very bizarre, sort of perverted
Thanksgiving type of display. ``Now you do it!'' Eloise panted. ``Do it with
me, Chris! Whoa, you'll come so GOOD!''
Chris picked up her gourd and eyed it, then with a brave and resigned gesture,
slathered the stem with a handful of Crisco. Another gob of the white grease
forced up her dirt road, and she was ready.
``Put it in. Slide it in slow...'' Eloise commanded.
Chris forced the vegetable against her tight asshole. Slowly the muscular
pinkish-brown ring dilated and the first part of the hard, slippery squash
slid into her bottom. Chris groaned. ``It's too big!''
``Nonsense'' Eloise said. ``Just relax. Take it an inch at a time. Play with
yourself while you do it.''
***
Chris sweated and writhed on the floor, her left hand holding the gourd in
her asshole, her right rummaging and pressing in her vulva. ``I'm--I'm not
sure I can come like this'' she warned.
``You'll come like this or be found later like this'' Eloise sneered.
``Come on, Chris, don't be such a baby. Wiggle that thing around in your ass.
Rub your clit harder! Rub it! It's so nice and big, you ought to be able to
come just by touching it. If I had a clit like that, I'd masturbate 24 hours
a day!''
``You already ...ungh!...do, brat.''
Eloise squatted over Chris's contorted face and spread her little vulva with
two fingers. Her talented assshole held the huge gourd in place without any
manual help.``Wouldn't you like to take a little lick or two of this, hmmm,
Chris? Just a couple of slurps, just to get the general flavor?''
Chris glared. ``Get your perverted, useless pussy out of my face, runt, or
I'll...I'll...''
Eloise grinned. ``You'll what? Pick up your marbles and leave? You're hotter
than a firecracker, Chris. Right now, you want to come so bad, and that thing
in your asshole feels soo goood, that you don't even know your own name!'' The
little girl swung her legs over Chris's face and lay down on the mat beside
the teenager, careful not to actually touch her. ``Let's do it, Chris. Let's
come! You can do it, you know you can do it, you want to do it, you're _dying_
to do it!'' Eloise quickly reseated the gourd deeper into her own little ass
and began frigging her tiny clit with a rhythmic vigor.
Chris groaned. Sweat was pouring off her body like rain, and pussy lube was
running down the insides of her thighs. She took one more firm grip on the
body of the gourd that ravaged her asshole, and returned to stroking her clit,
steadily and throughly. ``Yes!'' Chris breathed. ``Yes! I am...!''
Eloise fucked her rectum violently and strummed between her legs with equal
enthusiasm. ``Yes! Chris! We're gonna...!''
``We're gonna...!!''
``BLESSED LORD JESUS!!!'' Eloise moaned in her high-pitched voice. Waves of
orgasm blasted through the little girl's entire pelvic area. Her asshole
clamped onto the large domestic vegetable as if to mash it to nothing.
Chris's hips rocked and gyrated. ``AHHH!'' she yelped. The first of a series
of violent contractions made the gourd shoot out of the teenager's ass like a
torpedo from a submarine tube. Chris rubbed her clit with both hands until
it wouldn't bear further rubbing, then grabbed the whole of her crotch and
yanked it, muscle, fur, and all, back and forth while the orgasmic waves
bounced around and up and down. Her eyes rolled back to solid whites and the
cords in her strong young neck stood out like steel bridge cables.
Eloise gradually stopped bouncing around on the floor and whimpering, and
slowly, teasingly drew the shiny gourd out of her back door. She rubbed the
greasy stem around in her vulva and against her superlatively sensitive
little clit for a few final thrills. Eloise rolled over on her side and
looked fondly at Chris, who was lying supine as if she had been dropped from the ceiling, one hand twining feebly in her tangled pubis and the other hand being used to apparently push her eyes back into their sockets.
``Oh, my GOD, I'll never be able to sit again!'' Chris wailed weakly.
``It stops hurting pretty quick'' Eloise replied earnestly. ``And after this,
the more you do it, the easier it gets and the better it feels.'' The 12
year old pervert stuck the end of the gourd in her mouth and tasted it.
``Anyway, isn't this more fun than Sunday School?''
Chris was too tired, and too came-out, to even try to reply.
***
The end, for now.
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Cheers,
Thomas Baetzler, bath0011@fh-karlsruhe.de, thb@spectre.ka.sub.org
--
Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big
enough majority in any town? --- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"