LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 1 (c) 2013 by Bethany Boh

Story codes: gsolo, gg, g+g, gb, MF, BJ, toys, exhib, oral, enem,
anal.

SYNOPSIS

A scantily-clad author (moi) sips on a scotch as she types out
her memoirs on a hot summer's night. She thinks back to her
carefree childhood, recalling the days when she was discovering
the secrets of her body. As a little girl, the author was used to
seeing her brother naked at home, but her two best friends had
not yet seen a boy's penis, not even in pictures. And because
they sometimes hung out with the brother anyway, her girlfriends
wondered if he might be willing to show them what they wanted to
see. The question was, what game could they play to get into his
pants? They needed to come up with a plan...

   ***

PROLOGUE

It's Friday night. I'm wearing panties and nothing else. I'm
quite sweaty and my thighs keep sticking to the chair. The
windows are open, the ceiling fan is spinning like a Spitfire
propeller, and it's still too fucking hot! I'm sipping a
Glenfiddich on the rocks as I type this. It's not cooling me off
in the slightest, but at least now I don't give a shit about the
heat.

We don't have air conditioning because Stefan, my boyfriend with
whom I rent this house, worries that it might dry out his vocal
cords. He's currently out of town for the weekend, playing a gig
with his blues band. Sometimes I tag along as the band's groupie,
only this time I stayed home to work on my memoirs - the refined
literature you are now perusing. I expect I'll be feeling horny
after writing sexy stories all weekend, so I hope Stefan feels
amorous when he gets home. Till then I'll be at the computer if
anyone needs me...

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1 - LAISSEZ-FAIRE IS EVERYWHERE

If you ask me, parents are way too protective now-a-days.

I don't have kids myself, but some of my friends do, and they
micro-manage them constantly. They are control freaks. When I was
little, the back door stayed unlocked all day, and we came and
went as we pleased. We didn't have cell phones, and our moms
didn't organize play dates for us. The only rules, as I recall,
were don't play with matches, and don't cross the street.
Otherwise we were free to explore our world and create our own
entertainment. So if we felt like pulling our pants down to play
doctor and nurse, we weren't waiting for med school. If you
showed me yours I'd show you mine. It was all quite educational!

Our house had three bedrooms. One was my parents', and one was an
office. The other one I had to share with my brother Tommy. We
slept in twin beds, and usually we changed our clothes at the
same time. So we thought nothing of seeing each other naked.

For that matter, our mom gave us our bath together too. She found
it convenient to let us look after ourselves, while she was off
doing other chores. We got along pretty well, most of the time.
It was obvious that our bodies were different, and naturally we
were curious about that. Sometimes we washed each other in the
bathtub, as an excuse to check out one another's privates. I was
fascinated by his perky little penis, and I felt a little sad
that I didn't have one. In time I would realize that girls indeed
have their own special equipment down there!

Sometimes when I was lying in bed after lights-out, I'd play with
myself till I got sleepy. It felt good to touch the parts of my
body that our mom was always telling us NOT to touch, at least
not in public. Tell a kid they can't do something, and it's the
first thing they do when they get the chance, right? Alone in the
privacy of my own bed, under the covers in the dark, I was my own
boss. I could do whatever the hell I wanted. So if I felt like
playing with my vulva, that's just what I did.

One night I was lying in bed.... with my skinny thighs wide
apart, my knees raised, and my flannel PJs down around my ankles.
I had both hands on my mound, pressing in with my fingers, to pry
apart my tight little slit. I explored with one finger,
inspecting my pee-hole, as well as the interior part of my vulva.
When I pressed on my pee hole, I could feel it flex, and open
slightly. I tried to stick my finger in there, but sadly my
urethra was way too little, even for my pinky. I also inspected
that little bump above my pee-pee at the same time...

It felt nice to rub both my pee-hole and the rubbery nib of my
clitoris... although I discovered that touching the two spots
brought very different sensations. When I rubbed my pee hole, I
could feel it up in my belly. It made me feel like I had to pee,
even though I didn't. And when I played with my magic button, it
just plain felt GOOD... Whatever I did, it gave me a thrill to
pay attention to this warm crease that divided my crotch. Knowing
how much my mother would disapprove made it all the more
enjoyable!

Playing with myself under the covers had become a nightly ritual.
On another occasion, I was curious about another mysterious
orifice, the one in my bum. So lying on my back, I kicked off my
PJs, and spread my legs with my knees up. Reaching behind and
under my tailbone, I could touch my tushy with both hands. I
squeezed my bum-cheeks, cupping them in my hands like small
loaves of bread... while wedging my fingers into the crevice to
pull them apart. I felt a stretching sensation in my bottom hole,
as I spread my crack, making the skin taught all around...

When I touched my asshole it tickled. I circled the edge of it
with my finger, feeling the symmetrical, radiating folds. Then I
touched the center of it (where the actual hole was). It felt so
tight. At first I figured it was too small to fit a finger, same
as my pee-hole. But then I thought about the things that came out
of there every day, and they were so much bigger than a finger!
Apparently my tightly-cinched bum hole could open up when it had
a good reason to...

With my head under the covers, I smelled my finger after tickling
my bum. It had a unique smell, different from other sweaty places
on my body (such as my arm pits or my feet). I even stuck my
finger in my mouth. It tasted bitter, but not half as bad as I
had expected.

I pressed on my bum-hole again. This time my finger went in more
easily, apparently because I had made it wet with my spit. I
could feel the circular muscle squeezing my finger as I stuck it
in. I bent my finger inside, feeling around the inner rim of my
ass. It was warm in there, and the skin was so soft and moist. It
felt like a mouth, like the inside of my lips. I could feel the
interior of my bum-hole with my finger, and at the same time my
bum was quite aware of my finger's presence...

Another time I was under the covers, letting my fingers "do the
walking", and I noticed my pussy lips got more relaxed after I
played with them for a while. I was pulling my vulva open, like
it was a purse or something. Inserting a finger was no problem,
then it was two fingers... I tried rubbing my vulva with my
fingers together, and also spreading them apart, feeling my warm
silky bowels surrounding and caressing my fingers...

Then another time, while I was playing with my furrow, I was
surprised to discover yet another orifice hidden toward the rear
of my vulva. It felt like a little mouth, puckered up, not much
bigger than my pee hole. Of course I had found the entrance to my
vagina. (I didn't know the terminology yet.) No one told me about
that one!

Another evening, I was was exploring my crotch, and massaging the
wonderful bump near the front of my slit, while fingering further
back with the other hand... stroking between the lips, coaxing
them to relax and spread.... massaging the soft moist lining of
my vulva... stroking all the way back to that inner hole (my
latest discovery)... when I started feeling like a low current
was humming through my pelvis. It was especially intense toward
the front, around my sweet spot. The experience was brief,
lasting just a moment, but it was awesome. I had my first orgasm!

That intriguing sensation was the first thing I remembered when I
woke up the next morning. I couldn't wait for bedtime, to try it
again.

So the next night, I was over the moon with anticipation by the
time I went to bed. After my mom turned out the lights, I
listened to Tommy from across the room. I was waiting for his
breathing to slow down, which would indicate he was asleep. My
heart was racing as I ducked under my covers. I pushed down my
PJ's, and spread my legs, in my warm dark tent. Cupping one hand
over my smooth mound, I started massaging my slit with my middle
finger. I rubbed back and forth, teasing the front end of the
furrow till it started to relax, and I could fit a finger in
there... Soon it got moist, and my finger was sliding along my
slippery groove...

As I continued massaging my vulva with one hand, I was touching
the top of my slit with the other. I pressed my finger into the
split in my mound, locating the sensitive bump above my pee hole.
It felt nice, rotating a finger on my magic button. The night
before, it was when I had applied both hands like this, that the
tingling happened. So I was trying to do it the exact same
way....

I slowly massaged my button while working further down in my
groove with the other hand, massaging that tight mysterious hole
close to my bum. Pretty soon I felt the sweet vibration coming
on. It was subtle at first, but it was swelling in a crescendo,
the more I kept rubbing.... It felt even more intense when I
pressed harder, working it... working it... till it felt like a
soft explosion going off inside my vulva. Soon the feeling was
subsiding, fading away...

I felt happy and relaxed all over, as I segued into a dream.
Later, in the middle of the night, I woke up in a haze, needing
to take a pee. I had to pull up my PJ bottoms before getting out
of bed. Then I remembered the tingling sensation between my legs.
I didn't have a word for it, but it was my second time in two
days!

I started getting a tad obsessive with my playtime under the
covers. And not only in bed, either. I was doing it at other
times, in other locations. Like when I was on the toilet... or
while riding in the back seat of my daddy's Chevy Biscayne,
pretending to be cold while covering up with a blanket. I could
secretly slip my hand down the front of my panties without the
others getting any the wiser. It was way more fun than whining
"Are we there yet?"

I could play with myself almost anywhere, as long as no one was
watching. I would just reach under my dress, or inside my tights,
and down the front of my panties.... and if I was wearing jeans
I'd unsnap the front and pull down the zipper... Sometimes it
felt good to massage my slit through my panties, before going
inside to work directly on my vulva. It was all about starting
slow and building gradually, and it was always better using both
hands... to massage my sugar plum while stroking my furrow at the
same time. I'd keep going till my slit was getting slick with my
juice, and my clitoris was starting to vibrate... and voilą! I'd
have another climax.

I could also make myself tingle by squeezing a pillow between my
thighs and humping it. Or, I would straddle the padded armrest of
an easy chair, or the armrest of the couch, and I'd ride it like
a pony till I felt myself tingle. When I used the couch, my legs
were straddling the armrest, so my crotch was pressing against
it. I might even lift up my feet, so that my body weight was
directed toward my vulva. I had to adjust the angle so all my
buttons were getting pressed... then I rocked forward and back,
forward and back... alternating the pressure between my clitoris
and my pussy... and I kept on rocking the boat till the fireworks
went off. I'd have my little orgasm before you could say "Where's
Bethany?"

No kidding, one time I made myself tingle while bouncing on my
daddy's knee, as he read the newspaper in the den. I had on a
short powder-blue skirt with a blouse, when I climbed up onto his
lap. I had pulled the waist of my white cotton panties up high,
so that the crotch was wedged into my crease and between my
cheeks. Daddy was wearing a gray pinstripe suit with pleated
pants, sitting with his legs crossed. I sat straddling his knee
with my back towards him, riding his leg like a merry-go-round
pony.

He had his nose buried in his newspaper, paying no attention to
his bouncy young daughter. I knew exactly what I was doing, as I
rocked back and forth, back and forth... with my vulva mashed
against his leg, bearing the brunt of my weight. Pretty soon I
felt the tingling coming on. I'm pretty sure my daddy had no idea
how much fun I was having, and I had no clue why it felt so good.
I just knew it was better than candy!

I started having orgasms when I was around 7, even though I
wouldn't actually hit puberty till I was 12. I started getting my
period, and I was wearing a training bra. (Training them to do
what exactly?!)... To be honest, my masturbation technique hasn't
changed much over the years. My basic approach is still the same.
I've picked up a few variations - like curling my finger up under
my pubic bone, to stimulate the G-spot. I learned that from a sex
show on the radio. I've also played with a vibrator, and
occasionally I like to use household objects as sex toys. If I
look around, I see lots of things to play with... writing
utensils, items used in sports, kitchen utensils, vacuum cleaner
attachments, balloons, stuff in the bathroom, tools... Many
everyday objects and substances have a sexual purpose, if your
imagination is as wicked as mine is!

I'm a big fan of produce. I like fruit and veggies because they
are cheap (compared to sex store toys), and some even resemble a
penis, or vibrator. They come in different shapes and sizes, for
different preferences, and as you know, variety is the spice of
life. Especially when it comes to sex. Another good thing about
produce is, you can ditch the evidence when playtime is over.

I think my natural instinct as a little girl was the right thing
to do. Masturbation is one of the more healthy and enjoyable acts
you can perform, either by yourself or with a friend. At any age.
And I hear sex does wonders for your cardio pulmonary system.

   ***

2 - JUST SAY NO TO G.I. JOE

Unfortunately for my brother Tommy, there were no boys in our
neighborhood who were his age. He had friends at school, but they
didn't live nearby, and we weren't allowed to cross the street by
ourselves. So Tommy would often hang out with my girl friends and
me after school and on weekends. Little Debbie lived just two
houses away, and Lynda lived in the house after Debbie's. So we
were neighborhood friends. We girls weren't into stuff that boys
typically like, so if Tommy wanted to hang out with us, he had to
play little girl games.

At first Lynda and Debbie didn't want Tommy to play with them,
although they wouldn't say anything. They would intentionally
pick games that he wouldn't like. They played with Ken and Barbie
dolls, dressing them up in outfits. They cooked with an E-Z Bake
Oven. They played with skipping ropes, and played hop-scotch. And
often they would speak to me, and to each other, while acting
like he wasn't there. In spite of their best efforts to scare him
away, Tommy would hang out with us anyway.

When we played Truth-or-Dare, Lynda and Debbie would grill my
brother with embarrassing personal questions, and get him to do
stupid things. They would tell him to describe himself naked, or
what he does when he goes to the toilet. They pressed him for
details, and snickered as he stumbled through his answers. They
made him kiss the floor, and suck his thumb and cry like a baby,
and they made him stick his hand in the toilet. I have to say he
was a good sport about it all, and in time they stopped picking
on him, and even grew to like him. He became one of the girls.

Yes, my brother was missing out on masculine influence during his
formative years, and he probably adopted an effeminate outlook on
life. You don't need to feel sorry for him though. I think boys
grow up to be nice guys when their sensitive side is cultivated.
As far as I know he didn't turn out gay, but if he did I would
still love him just as much. In any case, my girl friends would
soon introduce Tommy to a new co-ed game that would make it all
worthwhile.

It was a sunny day in spring. Me and the girls were hanging out
on Debbie's front veranda, and they were both talking about how
cute Tommy was. He wasn't there at the time, and I said that I
didn't think he was cute at all. He was just my dumb brother. I
was pretty sure they only liked him for the interesting equipment
he had in his pants.

Lynda asks, "Ever see him bare-naked?"

Well, I couldn't help bragging... "Are you kidding? I see him
naked all the time! We have the same bedroom, and our mom gives
us our bath together."

My friends were speechless. They looked at each other, then
Debbie says "Cool! Do you ever, you know... touch his penis?"

I say, "Yeah, lots of times."

Little Debbie: "You're so lucky! I've never seen a boy
bare-naked, not even my father. Only my sisters, my mom... and
you guys."

Me: "What about your brother?"

Debbie: "Never. Anyway he moved out."

Lynda: "Me too. I've only seen naked girls... and you guys, and
girls in my gym class. And sometimes Auntie, but not my uncle."

They were her adopted parents. I never knew why Lynda's mother
couldn't keep her. Possibly she had her when she was quite young,
or maybe she had mental issues. I heard she lived in another town
somewhere. Lynda sometimes talked about her real mother, and said
she missed her, but we never saw her.

So my two best friends had never set eyes on a penis, not even in
pictures. They were dying to see one for themselves. Since we
were hanging out with my older brother anyway, and because they
thought he was cute, they wondered if there was some way they
could see HIS penis. Suddenly he could do no wrong. He went from
being my annoying brother, to being their dream date. I was
enjoying the attention too, having them listen to my every
word... so I kept talking about Tommy and his wonderful penis.
After all, I got to see it a lot.

Me: "Tommy's penis looks like a little turtle head..." (wiggling
my finger), "and his pee hole looks like an eye, only it's
closed. It has a long neck... and it looks like it's wearing a
turtleneck sweater."

That was because Tommy had been circumcised. The turtleneck was
the collar of skin left just below his knob.

I continue: "Sometimes we walk in on each other in the
bathroom... I've seen my dad's penis too, only it's pretty gross.
It's like, the size of my arm..."

That was all true. From a little girl's point of view, I might as
well have been looking up at a horse.

Then I tell them about the time I was in the bathtub with Tommy,
when I accidentally discovered I could make his penis stand up
like a little balloon animal. You can bet I had their wide-eyed
attention with this story...

"I was as close to his bird as I am to you..." I said. "I was
washing it, and looking at it, and it starts growing in my
hands... standing up like a wiener dog. His penis was like,
rising up out of the water."

Like a lighthouse on a reef.

Lynda: "How big was it?"

Me: "Like that." I was stretching my thumb and forefinger as far
apart as possible. "I was rubbing soap on it... I rubbed soap
between his legs and on his bum too... and it got really long,
like a hot dog or something."

Debbie: "That is so weird. Did you touch his... what do you call
it, his bag?"

Me: "Yeah, I squeezed it. I could feel his marbles inside."

Debbie: "His balls."

Me: "Yeah, they were like, moving around in there. I tried to
squeeze them but they kept slipping away."

Debbie laughs. Lynda's mouth is agape. They couldn't believe
their ears.

Me: "And when I washed behind his bag, it was big there too, like
his penis."

Lynda: "It's just not fair."

Debbie: "So you washed his bum too."

I laughed, "Yeah, with soap... I used my fingers."

Lynda: "Eeeewww, you touched his hole?"

Me: "Uh-huh."

Lynda: "Was it dirty?"

Me: "I guess."

Debbie: "That's why they were taking a bath, dummy."

I described how Tommy's bum-hole felt... "It was tight... I felt
my bum-hole before, and it was the same. I tried to stick my
finger in his hole, but it wouldn't go in."

It was tight alright. Like it was cinched up by a draw string.

Debbie: "Really."

Me: "Yeah... and I washed the end of his penis with my thumb.
Then it felt all warm, and some pee squirted out... right under
my thumb."

Lynda: "Nooooo, he peed on you?"

Me: "Yeah. It sprayed me in the face!" They both laughed.

Lynda: "You washed it off I guess."

Me: "I rinsed my face under the tap.... and swished my hand in
the water."

While this was happening, my brother and I had nothing to say to
each other. I was having too much fun to speak, and he seemed
happy to let me wash his privates for as long as I wanted. It was
only when I stopped washing him that it started shrinking back to
it's normal size. I had no idea why his penis got so long, but
with an air of authority I gave it a stab.

"I guess I made his penis swallow some air, when I was rubbing
it. That's why it got all puffy."

Debbie: "Well did the air come out?"

Me: "Yeah. It must've burped... so the air came out his pee-hole,
and it was short again."

The girls were nodding their heads like it made perfect sense.
They were so excited by my story, I thought they were were going
to pee themselves. More than ever they were dying to see my
brother's wiener dog for themselves. I was definitely their best
friend now. I was the only person in the world who could help
them in their quest to see Tommy's penis.

   ***

3 - SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN

So the girls and I started coming up with ways we could get into
Tommy's pants (for their benefit, not mine). Debbie suggested we
have a sleep-over at my house, so she and Lynda could take a bath
with Tommy and me. She said we could all wash each other, and I
said they could wash my brother and I would watch. Debbie
suggested they should scrub Tommy's bum clean with a tooth brush.

I said "Fine with me, just don't use mine."

Lynda and Debbie loved this bath idea, but I didn't think my mom
would go for it. I said she'd worry about us getting water on the
floor. She'd probably split us into pairs, so it was me and Tommy
first, then Lynda and Debbie, taking separate baths. So that was
no good.

Lynda suggested we play house, which we sometimes did anyway,
only we could vote on who would be the baby. And of course we
would all vote for Tommy. Then we would have to undress him, and
wash him, and change his diapers...

Debbie: "And we could put real dirt down the back of his
underwear, so it's like he pooped his diapers." (We all laugh.)
"Then we take off his diaper and give him a bath."

Me: "And scrub him with a tooth brush."

Debbie thought about it, and said: "In the little house there's a
bathtub, in the bathroom. We could do it there. And after we dry
him off, we can sprinkle his bum and penis with baby powder."

Lynda: "And then we put a new diaper on him, like we do with our
dolls."

Debbie: "Only Ken has no penis."

Me: "No nothing." It was true, Ken and Barbie had no nipples, and
no genitals.

Lynda: "And when the baby starts crying, whoever has the biggest
tits gets to breast feed him."

We look at her and laugh, and Debbie says "I guess that would be
you!"

   ***

4 - IT'S M'm M'm GOOD!

Lynda and I were the same age, give or take a few months. We were
both blonde with a fair complexion, and people sometimes said we
looked like sisters, or even twins. In spite of our resemblance,
the guys at school seemed to find her more attractive. I was
skinny, while she had more curves, and looked a bit older. She
wasn't shy around boys either. I'd be green with envy when she
was surrounded by drooling boys in the schoolyard, circling her
like a pack of dogs.

That said, I was not so envious of Lynda's home life. She lived
with her aunt and uncle, and they were old-school in their
methods. Definitely not laissez-faire like my parents.

Lynda's aunt would punish her for any little thing she
disapproved of. For instance, we'd be playing in their den, and
her aunt would come in ranting. Maybe Lynda left food on her
plate, or maybe she didn't make her bed that morning. Next thing
you knew, Lynda's aunt had her across her knee, with her dress
pulled up and her panties pulled down. We would sit there and
watch, horrified, as her aunt spanked her bare bum right in front
of us! Usually she used a hairbrush on her, or a ping-pong
paddle. I guess her aunt didn't want to hurt her hand.

Anyway, the beating would usually last until Lynda was crying and
making a fuss. But really, Lynda knew her aunt wanted to get a
reaction. So Lynda was putting on a show, crying and screaming
and kicking, to get her to stop. And often it worked. Poor Lynda
always looked so sheepish afterwards, as she got off Auntie's lap
and pulled up her panties, with Debbie and Tommy and me watching.
I don't know which was worse, getting a beating, or having her
friends there as an audience.

One time Auntie got mad and used a bizarre substitution. I forget
what Lynda had done, but her aunt was sitting on a chair in the
kitchen. She had Lynda across her lap, face-down with her tights
and panties pulled down to her knees. Only there was no paddle or
hairbrush handy, so Auntie reached for a large metal serving
spoon from a pot of hot soup on the stove, and she beat Lynda's
bare bum with it as the rest of us watched.

Campbell's Cream of Tomato was flying all over the place as she
punished Lynda's tail-end with the hot utensil. Lynda was bent at
the waist across her aunt's lap, with her pale white tushy the
highest part of her body. And her aunt wasn't holding back. The
metal spoon made a percussive sound every time it struck her
bum... WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!... Lynda's sweet cheeks
jiggled a little every time the metal soup ladle hit home.

At some point Auntie realized tomato soup was spattering on her
shiny linoleum floor. Of course she blamed it on Lynda. She flew
into a rage, barking "JUST LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE OF MY CLEAN
FLOOR!" Her face turned crimson, and her hand was trembling. Her
voice sounded course, like she had been swallowing gravel. My
boyfriend Stefan is a singer, and he thinks she had nodes on her
vocal cords.

Auntie struck Lynda's tushy with more enthusiasm, hitting it hard
and fast. She must have hit every square inch of her cupcakes.
Lynda's derriere was turning a bright shade of red, not to
mention it was decorated with Campbell's tomato soup. She was
covering her face with her hands, while squirming on her aunt's
lap like a caterpillar on a hot skillet - probably trying to
avoid getting hit where her tail-end was already tender. She even
pulled one of Lynda's cheeks out with her thumb, making the
crevice wider, so she could strike the inside of her crack as
well. From where I was standing, I could partially see Lynda's
exposed anus. It looked to me like Auntie hit her there a number
of times, right on her cute little rosebud. That's when Lynda
played her wild card, by bursting into tears and wailing
uncontrollably.

Auntie stopped hitting her niece then, convinced by her dramatic
outburst that she had learned her lesson. She set the spoon down
on the table. Lynda stopped crying as her aunt set her down on
her feet. Her rear end was an awful mess, and she looked the
other way as she pulled her panties up, then her green tights.
Her aunt didn't bother to wash the tomato soup off Lynda's
sweet-cheeks, so she would have to wear it till bath time.

Her aunt went back to stirring her soup, without even bothering
to rinse the serving spoon off. Cream of Lynda's Derriere anyone?

   ***

5 - LITTLE DEBBIE & HER SISTERS

Of the four of us, Debbie was the oldest - a year older than my
brother, and about two years older than Lynda and me. She had
wavy red hair, shoulder length, often tied back in a pony tail.
And she had bright fiery blue eyes, with freckles across her
little nose. She liked to wear tight tank tops, or crop tops,
which showed off how thin her waist line was, and how flat her
belly was. She had no breasts yet of course, but she looked quite
sexy as a little girl. She had a flat boyish chest, but her
nipples always looked swollen and pointed to me. You'd think she
had her "high beams" on all the time, only they were just like
that. Her back looked small but muscular under a tight shirt, and
the small of her back had a natural curve that made it look like
she was arching her back constantly. Her bum was also skinny, but
because her back was arched, it looked really cute. Anytime I
touched her bottom, it felt round and firm, more muscle than fat.
She was shorter than other girls her age, so she actually looked
younger than Lynda and me. I guess that's why everyone called her
"little Debbie".

In spite of her petite size, Debbie liked to get her way. She was
the one who called the shots most often. Not surprisingly, it was
little Debbie who first suggested we should play doctor to get
into Tommy's pants. I still don't know where (or who) she got
this idea from.

In those days most moms were homemakers. Debbie's parents were
not typical, in that they both had day jobs. Debbie had three
older sisters, and a brother. He was the oldest, and had finished
high school and moved out. The older sisters were supposed to
keep a lid on things while their parents were away. Only problem
was, they couldn't care less, so Debbie would come and go as she
pleased, until her parents got home at suppertime.

Debbie was the youngest child, and Janet was the second youngest,
about three years older than Debbie. Janet smoked cigarettes and
wore red lipstick. Her skirts were always short, so you could
easily see her panties when she sat down. She told us she favored
older boys who had cars, and could afford to pay for everything
on a date. I assume she was having some form of sex with them,
because she once described what a boner looks like, and the white
stuff that comes out of it. Now-a-days they might call her a
"prostitot". She told us dirty jokes, even though we never got
the punch line. None of us younger kids knew the facts about sex
yet. Sometimes she tried to explain a joke to us, but that
probably meant explaining sex. I think she enjoyed seeing the
confusion on our innocent faces.

Occasionally Janet gave us tips on dating, saying it was for
"when we get older". She told us we should carry two condoms on a
date, and never get into a car with a stranger. She also said
wearing lipstick and makeup, and showing off your legs makes your
boyfriend more generous. I'm just guessing here, but maybe it was
Janet who first played doctor with her little sister. I figure
Debbie must have learned it somewhere, though I didn't think
about it at the time. Her two oldest sisters didn't want much to
do with us, so I doubt it was them. But we did see quite a lot of
sexy Janet.

   ***

6 - MUD PIES & SOAPY SURPRISE

One day Lynda told Debbie and me about the time her aunt caught
her and Tommy making mud pies in the back yard. She said they
were mixing mud with water in aluminum pie plates. They let them
harden in the sun. Once the pies had dried, Lynda tried a bite of
one, chewing it up and swallowing it. I guess she had mud in her
teeth and on her face, as well as on her clothes, when her aunt
came out to check up on her.

Auntie knew right away that Lynda had eaten some mud. She got
irate and sent Tommy home. Then she pinched Lynda's ear painfully
as she marched her upstairs.

The second-floor bathroom looked like something from a museum.
The toilet, sink, and tub were antique porcelain, probably as old
as the house. There were old-fashioned lace curtains, and old
wall paper that had turned yellow. A spare roll of tissue on the
toilet tank was covered by a white crocheted poodle, and the old
wooden toilet seat had a white shaggy cover that offset the
balance, so it wouldn't stay up.

Auntie stood with Lynda in front of the sink where she proceeded
to scrub her mouth out with a huge bar of Arm and Hammer laundry
soap. Lynda gagged as her aunt shoved the bar roughly into her
mouth and moved it in and out. At least the edges were rounded
off a bit from use, or else it probably wouldn't fit. The soap
caused Lynda to drool like a rabid beast, and it made her mouth
and throat sting.

Her aunt then sat on the edge of the claw-foot bathtub, while she
undressed her niece. Lynda raised her arms as Auntie pulled her
yellow tee over her head, exposing her flat pre-pubescent chest.
Next her aunt took off her white sneakers and socks, then
unzipped her plaid shorts and let them fall to the floor. Lynda
stepped out of them. Lastly, her aunt tugged down her pink
panties, and hung them on a towel bar for her to wear later (they
were the only thing that wasn't muddy).

Then Auntie lifted her niece up and laid her across her lap,
without a stitch of clothing on. The way Lynda was draped
face-down, her aunt was looking at her upturned peaches, and the
rear view of her hairless vulva.

Lynda was expecting a spanking or the like, only this time her
aunt had something very different in mind. She took the bar of
soap which she had just scrubbed Lynda's mouth with, and started
breaking it up into smaller pieces. Lynda wondered what the hell
her old aunt was up to, and she did not expect what was about to
happen.

Lynda felt her aunt's bony fingers poking between her
sweet-cheeks, prying them apart. I guess it felt pretty creepy.
Her aunt was applying Vaseline grease to her rosebud, and
massaging it in with her finger. After that Lynda felt something
hard and prickly pressing into her bum crack, and she soon
realized it was a broken piece from the bar of soap. Not
satisfied with scrubbing out Lynda's mouth, her aunt apparently
wanted to scrub out the other end as well!

Lynda winced as the jagged chunk of soap was pushed into her soft
rear cleavage, perfectly lined up with her little anus. She
instinctively clenched her cheeks firmly together to defend her
privates. Her aunt only pressed down that much harder with the
soap, with more resolve than you might expect from a frail older
woman in an apron.

Lynda felt the rough edges of the slippery soap advancing between
her flexed buttocks, wedging its way closer to her tiny rear
entrance. Seconds later she felt the sharp edges of it pricking
against her delicate pucker. She squeezed tighter with her
sphincter muscles to prevent this rude offensive. But her aunt
was pushing down so forcefully that it made Lynda's o-ring sink
slightly inward, which only weakened her grip there. Slowly but
surely, the soap was causing her pleated orifice to dilate, to
stretch and open up... as the soap chunk gradually entered the
immaculate interior of the little girl's asshole....

Lynda felt the angular object sliding inside her body...
scratching the inner rim of her anus as it passed through it,
forcing her orifice to yawn and gape, and stinging her delicate
inner membrane as the chunk of soap plunged into the flimsy
center of her satiny bowels.....

As she felt the foreign object going even deeper into her bum
tube, Lynda heard her Auntie barking at her yet again: "Don't you
dare fight me young lady! Maybe you'll learn your lesson today!"

Lynda mumbled something.

Auntie: "What was that? I didn't hear you."

Lynda: "Nothing..."

Auntie: "Nothing? That's all you have to say? If you haven't
noticed, you are in no position to negotiate, young lady! I'm
driving this bus, and I can make you wish you never got up this
morning! Is that clear?"

Perfectly clear. Lynda knew the jig was up.

Lynda: "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Auntie: "Be quiet girl! You disrespected me when you chose to eat
mud with your boy friend. Now you will take your punishment and
you will like it!"

Auntie slaps her sharply across her bum cheek, which really
stings.

"OOOOOWW!!!"

"If you don't smarten up I swear I'll beat you so hard you won't
sit for a week!"

Lynda knows this would not be the first time.

"Y-yes... yes m'am."

Lynda knew her aunt meant it, and she was pretty sure her crying
routine would only make things worse this time. She would just
have to lie there without a struggle, and take whatever treatment
her aunt wanted to dish out. This was not going to be pleasant.

Lynda focused on relaxing all the muscles in her abdomen,
resisting no more.

She could feel her aunt spreading her cushy bum cheeks,
stretching them wide apart, as she inserted another serrated
fragment of laundry soap. The sharp edges bit into her anal
flesh, and it made the mucous membrane sting inside her tushy.
Lynda inhaled deeply and held her breath, with her eyes closed...
as her besieged rosebud was being forced to open up again as the
second piece of soap was jammed inside her like a prickly wedge,
forcing her pucker to expand and fit around it.

   ***

7 - WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU, WHO NEEDS ENEMAS?

Although Lynda's punishment may seem extreme, it was not the
first time she had been the recipient of weird insertions at
home. Occasionally her aunt gave her enemas before bath time. She
used a rubber hose that hooked up to the sink faucet. Lynda
showed it to us once. The hose was beige, with a long black
nozzle on the business end that went up the patient's bum, with
the help of some lubrication. The apparatus looked evil to me,
like a medieval torture device.

Her aunt would administer the enema while sitting on the edge of
the tub, with Lynda lying across her lap. Same position as the
soap punishment. Lynda wasn't given a choice in this cleansing
ritual, and complete cooperation was the only way to get it over
with. Even though enemas were not intended as a form of
punishment, Lynda dreaded them even more than a beating.

The problem was, their old bathroom sink had separate tap handles
for hot and cold, with the water coming out a single spout. The
receiving end of the enema hose had a sort of flange that fit
over the spout. After Lynda's aunt had embedded the nozzle
securely up her bum, Lynda never knew what to expect. If she was
lucky, the water would flow at a slow rate, and at a lukewarm
temperature. But sometimes it got ugly. Her aunt had to hold the
nozzle in place with one hand, so it wouldn't pop out of her ass
when the water started flowing. So she had to reach over to the
sink with her other hand, to turn on the separate hot and cold
taps, and make adjustments till the temperature was just right.

Only her aunt wasn't very good at this.

When she was thinking clearly, Auntie would turn on the cold
water first, then add the hot water gradually. But she sometimes
got confused. If she turned the hot water on first, and if the
hot water had been running recently, it might come out hot right
away. Also the old taps were stiff to turn, and if you turned the
hot tap a little too far, it might go from a trickle to a blast.

Poor Lynda laid across her aunt's lap with the enema nozzle
planted up her wazoo, as the water rushed through the hose toward
her awaiting posterior. It was like playing Russian Roulette with
her ass. She could only hope her aunt would get the temperature
right the first time. If it was too hot, Lynda was never ready
for the brutal shock of steaming hot water rushing into her
delicate colon.

And no matter how soon her aunt turned on the cold water to
compensate, it would take several long seconds for it to travel
the length of the hose. Before the cooler water could reach
Lynda's tushy, the hot water was already filling her up, possibly
hot enough to sterilize medical utensils.

And Lynda would feel the pain inside her bum first before she
could even react. As the nerves inside her colon sent the message
to her brain saying her lower intestines were overheating, there
was a delay before she could tell her aunt there was a problem.
Several precious seconds would pass before she started screaming
her head off, as she felt her bowels being parboiled al dente.
Much like the U.S. cavalry, cold water would arrive a little too
late to spare Lynda from some rather extreme discomfort.

I know what that scream sounded like, because I got to hear it
one time when I stayed at Lynda's house for a sleep-over.

It happened to be enema night, so I was told to wait in the hall
with my bath towel wrapped around me, while Lynda received her
anal cleansing behind the closed door. Afterwards I would be
allowed join her in the claw-foot bathtub.

So at first all was quiet in there. I knew Lynda would be
assuming the position, lying naked and bum-up across her aunt's
lap. Her aunt would hook the beige hose up to the tap, and grease
up the long black nozzle... and she would grease up Lynda's
tushy-hole... then her aunt would be inserting the nozzle, and
holding it securely in place as she turned on the water with her
other hand....

I heard the water running, and making a hissing sound as it
flowed down the hose towards Lynda's ass. Then I heard Lynda
inhale gasp loudly, before letting out an ear-piercing scream. It
scared the shit out of me! I knew right away that searing hot
water was flowing into Lynda's healthy pink colon.

It sounded something like: "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I wasn't ready for that. It made my hair stand on end. I could
only wonder how much damage her aunt had done to her this time.

The thing is, when her aunt turned on the hot water by mistake,
she was holding the nozzle in Lynda's tushy with her other hand.
All she really had to do was remove the nozzle from Lynda's bum
before the water reached the end of the hose. Lynda would have
been fine. But NO! Her aunt gets confused, and she didn't realize
the water was too hot till she heard Lynda screaming her head
off.

A moment later, I heard a sloshing sound as Lynda was pooing the
hot water out into the toilet. I can just see her aunt holding
the enema nozzle in place, firmly embedded in Lynda's tushy-hole,
not allowing the poor girl to let out the scalding hot water till
she was seated on the toilet. She wouldn't want to mess up the
clean linoleum floor!

Lynda had stopped crying by the time I stepped into the bathtub
with her. She was wearing her brave face. I hugged her, and asked
if there was anything I could do, but she didn't want to talk
about it. After a while she let me wash her back with the back
brush, but when I got down past her tail bone, she turned around
to face me. She didn't want me getting anywheres near her sore
asshole.

After we got in bed, I tried to cheer Lynda up with a joke. I
said "Hey, has anyone ever said you have a really hot ass?"

She just glared at me, without blinking. Lynda wasn't a barrel of
laughs that night.

I suppose Lynda's aunt grew up on the receiving end of enemas
herself, when it was a common practise. We never did enemas at
our house. The only time I was given one was at the doctor's
office, when I had cramps from constipation. I don't know how
Lynda put up with that shit!

   ***

8 - IT'S OKAY I'M WITH THE BAND

I am now topping off my scotch. The sun has gone down, and the
air has cooled off a bit. I turned off the living room lights so
people in the street can't see me walking around topless in my
panties. I turn up the radio... a little "Magic Carpet Ride" to
wake up the neighbors. Fuck 'em!

Now I'll tell you about my boyfriend. Stefan's band is playing
now, wherever they are, and he'd best not be getting lucky with
some groupie tonight. I'm not naive. I know all too fucking well
how girls hit on them, and I know how the guys like to party
after the gig. I know because that's how I met Stefan in the
first place. Blues music makes women thirsty and horny. It's a
proven fact.

First time we met, the band was on a break, and Stefan sat down
next to me at the bar. I asked him for a light, and complimented
him on their music. I was in awe of his tight red leather pants,
and I said "Are those painted on?" He came back with something
like "I don't know, but you can help me take them off." A
terrible line, but I liked him anyway.

After the last set Stefan came back to the bar. My girl friend
was busy talking with some guy, so I was there by myself. Stefan
bought me a Manhattan and we introduced ourselves more formerly.
He was a charmer, and I liked him a lot. He could tell, and he
played his cards accordingly...

Stefan: "Hey there might be a band party upstairs... we could
continue the conversation. If it's not past your bedtime."

Me: "It's not late for me, but I should check with my friend."

I tried to talk her into hanging out, but she was set on leaving
with that guy, or at least his car. She said he was driving a
Mercedes.

Stefan seemed like a nice enough guy. I figured I would at least
have a laugh if there was a band party. So I told him I'd at
least check it out. When we got upstairs we went to the bass
player's room, but there was no party. So he offered me a drink
from the mini-bar in his room.

Me: "I don't know, sounds kind of expensive."

Stefan: "Who cares, it's a write-off. Come on, just one."

"Well maybe just one, thank you."

So I had a gin and tonic, and he had a beer. Then he pulls out a
joint, so we smoke some grass, exhaling out the window. I only
had one hit, but this was high quality weed. Five minutes later
it hit me big time. I was totally ripe for the picking. He took
my hand and we started dancing to a tune on the radio, in a
ballroom style, holding each other's hand, the other hand on each
other's back. I was impressed by his control over his basic
instincts, so far. When we stopped dancing he bowed to me, and I
laughed.

He then took his guitar out of the case, sat on a chair, and
started strumming the intro to "American Woman". I was surprised
he hadn't tried to kiss me or something. He just left me standing
there. I listened politely, for a moment, smiling and wondering
if I had met the most boring guy in the band. Then I thought, the
hell with this, and I sat on his lap, with my back towards him.
That put an end to his serenading, and he leaned the guitar
against the wall.

Stefan slid his hands around my waist, as he started kissing the
back of my neck. I put my hands on top of his, on my belly, so he
wouldn't get too adventurous.

I said: "I should really get going..."

"Should" is such a a vague word. Maybe that's why I used it. As
soon as I said it, he turns my face towards his and we start
necking... kissing on the mouth. Nothing changes my mind like a
French kiss with a good-looking guy. Suddenly I wasn't in such a
hurry to leave.... Our lips press together, soft and moist... I
feel his tongue licking along the seam between my lips... my lips
part and his tongue enters my mouth...

I feel his hand slide down to my crotch, touching my mound
through my panties, a finger massaging the fabric into my slit,
finding my clitoris, I feel a spark of pleasure there... I swivel
around to face Stefan, so I am sitting on his lap with my legs
straddling his hips, belly to belly.... my purple velvet cocktail
dress riding up, exposing my thighs, my crotch... I can feel his
hard-on under my ass. I'm sitting on it, wearing panties but no
pantyhose...

Stefan is breathing heavily through his nose. He reaches under my
dress, touching above my ass, top of my panties... I reach behind
to take his hand away, holding it in mine... As we kiss, I am
constantly shifting on his lap, rubbing against his leather-clad
erection. He is out-of-his-mind horny, and I am fairly sure I
want to sleep with him tonight... to have sex... eventually.
Only, I want to tease him first, to drive him wild with desire...

Stefan picks me up and carries me over to the bed, staggering a
bit but we make it. I feel the drinks, and the pot... the room is
spinning! He sets me down on the edge of the bed.... he sits
beside me, we continue making out, kissing and groping me
madly...

Stefan is pressing his lips against mine so aggressively that I
fall backwards onto the bed. He is crushing my lips with his, and
exploring my open mouth with his tongue, licking everywhere...
under my tongue, behind my teeth, tickling the roof of my
mouth... and I love it when the tip of his tongue brushes against
the tip of mine, it's electric! He is the explorer, I am new
terrain. I explore his mouth too, when he gives me the chance...

On my back on the bed, my feet on the floor... again I feel his
hand creeping under my cocktail dress, his fingers attempting to
pry under the elastic leg-band of my panties...it feels nice. I
decide that's enough teasing for one night... I stretch my arms
above my head, signaling my surrender, closing my eyes and
moaning softly as he plunders my mouth with his roving tongue...

Under my dress, Stefan moves his hand to the top of my
panties.... his fingers going under the elastic top, inside my
panties now, feeling my slit... I'm glad I had waxed everything
smooth, legs, crotch, everything except for a thin landing strip
in front..... He pushes his hand further down, his finger
pressing into my groove, playing with my swollen clit.... his
finger slides further, rubbing my pussy lips, working his way
inside, where I am quite wet (have been for a while). I feel his
fingers in my vulva, wiggling into my narrow orifice, it feels
nice... I spread my legs farther apart, giving him a definite
green light, starting to tingle.... he rubs my pussy harder,
working another finger inside, prying me open, two fingers in my
vulva... and I am dripping wet now.... My sexual senses are
heightened. I feel so alive... of course it could be that I'm
high on ganja, and drunk.... but it's like I'm in a sex dream, a
haze of pure pleasure....

As Stefan plays with my vulva, we never stop French kissing. More
like mouth sex, really... with our faces locked together, our
tongues wrestling back and forth like a couple of mating slugs,
twisting over and under each other, dancing the tango in each
other's juicy mouth.....

I slip a hand down between us, undoing his snap and pulling down
his zipper... peeling open the front of his red leather pants, my
fingers feeling their way up the leg hole of his silky boxers...
I find his hardened cock, play with it, pulling down his
underwear... freeing his beautiful penis from the confines of
it's leather prison, stiff and long, pulsating... I try jerking
it the way guys have patiently showed me so many times over the
years... surrounding it with my thumb and fingers, gently pulling
the foreskin up and down over the shaft, keeping it loose so it
slips between my fingers... sometimes squeezing more tightly,
tugging a little harder, pulling it taught in both directions...
working his velvety foreskin back and forth while letting it slip
through my fingers at the same time.... varying the pressure with
my fingers, varying the pace, speeding up and slowing down....
sliding my fingers all the way down to the base, then sliding up
to the top, teasing his strawberry-shaped glans, fingering the
tiny pool of slippery preemptive semen that has formed in the
mouth of his urethra...

I was thrilled that not only was he well-hung, he was circumcised
too. My apologies to you guys who are uncut, but it's just so
much neater that way, not to mention aesthetically appealing. I
don't see the point of all that extra foreskin, like baggy
elbows. And then there's bacteria that tends to grow underneath
it. I prefer fellows who have ditched the cloak, especially if
they're interested in oral sex....

Stefan plays with my pussy like I'm a musical instrument...
fingering my fret board, playing trills on my clitoris. My heart
beats faster, my breathing is quicker, like I'm doing sex
aerobics... I think I'm going to come.

"Ohhh... oh Stefan!"

I buck my hips upward to meet his touch, my vulva pulsating
around his plunging fingers as he wiggles and twists them inside
my slippery furrow... my vulva vibrating with drunken pleasure.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, squeezing tight, surfing the
crest of my first orgasm of the night... I'm coming, and he
hasn't even put his cock inside me yet! I want more. If Stefan
had a backstage pass to me, it would say "ACCESS ALL AREAS".

I stop kissing Stefan. I rise up, sitting up on the edge of the
bed, then I lean on my elbow, close to his pelvis. I pull his
leather pants and his boxers down, over his thighs, past his
knees... His cock stands on its own, stiff... I take the violet
head of his cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around a couple
inches of it, applying suction, while continuing to jerk his
foreskin slowly. I go down a bit farther, my mouth accepting more
girth, more length... I feel his knob half-way back... I start
lowering and raising my head, taking in more cock, then letting
it slide out... when I go down the tip is almost at my throat,
and he's in slightly past the half-way mark. He's a big boy! I
pull down on his cock skin from near the base, holding it taught,
while taking more of him into my mouth, dropping my jaw, avoiding
contact with my teeth, feeling his glans going further down my
throat... I swallow, it's an involuntary reflex. It feels like a
large lump is in my throat, like I'm inhaling a Chinese
eggplant...

I lift my head off, letting his cock slip out of my mouth,
pausing to pinch his strawberry glans between my lips, sucking on
it, licking the little hole with the tip of my tongue, tasting
his salty pre-cum as it clings to my tongue like contact
cement.... I jerk him more rapidly with my hand, tugging his
foreskin down more forcefully... then I drop my head, taking in
his erection till the glans is near the back of my mouth again,
on the verge of entering my throat... I press up with my tongue,
forming a tighter vagina with my mouth, licking the center island
of nerves on the ventral side... taking it deeper, feeling his
boner go another inch down my throat...

I lift my head off again, retaining the knob with my lips,
sucking it, poking his urethra with my tongue, tasting a drop of
his salty sperm.... then going down again... and again... and
again... relaxing my throat, swallowing his cock whole, massaging
it with my mouth, letting it go right down my throat... till my
lips are almost down to the base,... having to hold my breath,
catching a breath only when I lift my head, and my throat is
empty.... and sometimes when I go down on him, he humps upwards
with his cock at the same time, thrusting it a little deeper than
I had intended, triggering my gag reflex.... He is literally
fucking my face when he does that... Good thing I knew how to
deep-throat. The key is to relax, and to get used to feeling that
lump in your throat, like swallowing a banana whole, over and
over and over again....

You can find lots of stories on the internet about blowjobs,
describing how the girl feels his cock swelling in her mouth,
getting bigger just before he ejaculates. That has to be one of
those urban myths. In my considerable experience, I have NEVER
noticed any change in the size of a guy's boner just before he
comes.

It was supposed to be foreplay, the trailer before the sex movie.
I know now that when a guy starts thrusting into your mouth,
either you take your mouth off and give it a rest... maybe
squeeze his knob with your thumb and forefinger (it somehow makes
the sperm go back down his urethra if you catch it in time)....
or you continue blowing him till he comes in your mouth. And if
you really want to blow his mind, you wiggle a lubricated finger
or two inside his bum-hole, to tickle his prostate.

Anyway, it was during one of those deep thrusts that I felt
Stefan's thick warm semen flooding my throat. Some of it was
washing up the back of my tongue, and some of it went down. There
was no turning back, and I would rather swallow his juice than
deal with having to spit it out. So I pushed my head down, taking
more length into my mouth, so my lips were closer to the base...
letting him thrust all he wanted, fucking my throat like a
vagina... I could take it. He came in spurts, for maybe 5 or 6
thrusts, and it got quite slippery and wet in there. He was
pushing some of the sperm down my throat with his pumping action,
and the rest, well I gulped it down. I had to hold my breath much
of the time, taking quick breaths when I had the chance... as he
thrust his rigid penis right down my esophagus.

Blowjobs used to make me gag when I was younger, but not anymore.
Stefan was a certainly a mouthful, but I'd been well trained for
it.

I helped myself to another gin and tonic from the mini-bar,
gargling it, to cleanse my pallet and wash his spunk down. We
cuddled for a while, but he wasn't up to having sex again after
that. So we went to bed together, and we actually slept. At least
I got a midnight snack out of the deal.

   ***

9 - THE SOAPY SURPRISE CONTINUES...

So to resume the soap story, Lynda was still draped across her
aunt's lap in the bathroom, face-down and naked, awaiting further
punishment. Even after the second piece of soap was inside her
bum, her aunt kept pushing it till her finger couldn't go any
deeper. Then she withdrew her finger, with a warning of
"unspeakable consequences" if Lynda was to allow the soap to come
out before she was given permission to do so.

Poor Lynda. I guess it was pretty irritating, but understandably
she did her best to hold the soap in. I'd have done the same
thing if it was me - she didn't want to know where this might go
if her aunt got any more pissed off. There was nothing to do but
lie there, totally compliant... with her poor derriere available
for any abuse her aunt wanted to administer. Lynda was at her
mercy. Only as you might have guessed, there would be no mercy
today.

Lynda tried her best to relax as she felt her cheeks being pried
apart again, stretching her o-ring outward from the center...
then her aunt was placing another piece of soap against her
star-orifice, and she started pushing down on it. Lynda could
feel her rosebud flexing inward, then she felt it opening, as
another chunk of soap was entering her ass. Her aunt pushed it
through her orifice, and beyond... and it scraped against her
fragile inner mucous membrane all the way.

Poor Lynda was mortified, wondering how long her punishment would
last. She told Debbie and me how helpless she felt, lying there
across her aunt's lap with her bum in the air, staring at the
linoleum floor. Every time she felt her cheeks being pulled
apart, she knew another piece of the soap would soon follow...
and then she felt it going in, at the end of her aunt's finger...

Lynda said Auntie was in such a strange mood that day, she didn't
dare put up a fuss. She just laid there passively, accepting her
fate as her aunt had her way with her bottom. Poor Lynda was
serious as she described the events of that day to us. But Debbie
and I had to avoid looking at each other, for fear we would burst
out laughing.

As Lynda had feared, the ordeal wasn't over till every last piece
of that bar of soap was embedded up her wazoo. She felt a
sickening sensation brewing inside her, deep in her gut, as the
soap was dissolving in the warm damp environment inside her. It
was starting to irritate the fragile mucous membrane that lined
her colon. She wanted to shit the soap out in the worst way. I'm
sure it took will power to resist the urge to have a number 2
right then and there, as she was lying across her aunt's lap. She
had to squeeze with her sphincter muscles, and clench her
buttocks, so as not to let anything come out. If that happened,
she'd surely get a beating from her aunt. She was too afraid to
even fart.

Lynda said to Debbie and me, "It felt like my bum wanted to THROW
UP!"

After all that, her aunt still wasn't finished with her. To top
it off, she apparently gave her a series of hard slaps across
Lynda's bare fanny, even as she struggled to hold the soap
inside. It was as if her aunt wanted to see how much she could
take.

Lynda's aunt admonished her in rhythm with the spanking:
"Don't... you... EVER... do... that... again... YOUNG... LADY!"

Lynda said of all the spankings she ever got, that was the worst
one. It was like a ticking time bomb was threatening to blow up,
sending chunks of soap flying all over the place. She knew she
was toast if that ever happened.

Finally Lynda's aunt gave her permission to relieve herself. So
Lynda climbed off her lap and made her way over to the toilet,
squeezing her cheeks so as not to have an accident. She sat on
the toilet seat, and attempted to shit the soap out. She said
only a couple of pieces came out, but the rest of it stayed
inside. Maybe her bowels were so irritated and swollen, that her
inner sphincters had closed up in a spasm. Whatever the reason,
the rest of the soap didn't want to come out.

I mean, picture this wad of soap chunks buried in the poor girl's
tushy. It was probably larger than most of the skinny torpedoes
her ass was used to passing. And it was an irritant to the
sensitive pink membrane of her colon. She sat there on the
toilet, waiting for it to come out. Finally things loosened up,
and Lynda managed to shit out the rest of the soap chunks. She
said they felt better coming out than they did going in.

So Lynda lost her taste for mud pies that day. No wonder we were
so afraid of her aunt! Lynda was thick-skinned about it though,
and she would joke about it afterwards. Sometimes when we wanted
to do something naughty, Lynda would say something like "I'll get
a beating for sure if Auntie catches me."

And then she did it anyway.

   ***

10 - THE DOCTOR IS IN

It was a warm day in June, and school was out for the summer.
Lynda and little Debbie were hanging out on Deb's front veranda
when Tommy and I got there. We played a game of hopscotch, with
colored chalk lines drawn on the sidewalk, then we went back to
the shade of the veranda.

Debbie asks "Anybody thirsty?"

We all were, so she goes in and brings out a pitcher of cherry
Kool-aid with 4 plastic tumblers. She pours, we drink. Tommy had
a red moustache.

Out of the blue, little Debbie announces "Okay, who wants to play
doctor?"

We look at her, and I ask "How do you play?"

Debbie: "Let's go back to the little house. I'll show you."

She walks around the side of the house to the backyard, with
Lynda and Tommy and me following. Now this was all part of our
big plan, to lure Tommy into the little house. It was an old
guest cabin in Debbie's backyard. Tommy didn't feel like hanging
out with us that day, so I had to talk him into it. I was hoping
for Lynda and Debbie's sake that he would stay long enough for
them to get the doctor game going. I guess in a way I was selling
him out, but hey, what are sisters for anyway?

So we go in the little house, which was an old run-down cottage.
It hadn't been used for guests in years, and it was in shambles.
It needed paint, the roof leaked, and the floor was soft in
spots, but it made a great playhouse. Debbie was the only one of
her siblings who still played there with her friends.

There was a green couch in the center of the main room, with a
worn-out easy chair beside it. At one end of the room was a
kitchenette, with cupboards full of discarded dishes. There was
also a bunk room and a small bathroom. Various toys and junk were
strewn everywhere. The place smelled musty.

Debbie: "How about I be the doctor, and you guys can take turns
being the patient."

Me: "So who should go first?"

Debbie: "Lynda, how 'bout you go first, then Bethany, and then
Tommy."

She wanted Lynda and me to go first, so he'd see us with our
panties pulled down.... probably so he'd be more into it by the
time it was his turn, and not get all nervous.

Debbie had her curly red hair tied back in a pony tail that day.
She was wearing tight white corduroy shorts, with a light blue
tank top, with belly exposed. She had the cutest belly button of
all of us. She looked nice. She was also wearing flip-flop
sandals.

Lynda was looking good in her short yellow sun dress. It was
really cute, with a strapless elastic top, and no sleeves, so her
shoulders were bare. It was sexy. She also wore sandals. Her
dress wasn't as fancy as it sounds, she wore it a lot.

I was wearing a plain old tee-shirt, with faded denim cut-offs.
Also thong sandals, like Debbie and Lynda.

Tommy was wearing blue denim shorts with an army-green tank top.
He was in bare feet, so the soles of his feet were filthy for
sure, but the rest of him was clean, because we had our usual
bath the night before.

The couch was away from the wall, so you could walk all around
it. The top of the back part was flat, and wide enough that we
could lie on it length-wise. So that would be the examination
table, and Debbie would stand behind it, to examine each patient.

We watched as Lynda climbed up and kicked off her sandals. She
was obviously embarrassed, and blushing like crazy. She sat there
with her hands by her sides, and one leg partly over the other,
dangling down the back side of the couch.

Little Debbie says "Just lie down Lynda... and relax".

Tommy and I were kneeling on the seat cushions, facing the back
of the couch, ready to see some action. Lynda lifted her bare
feet up, and laid down along the back of the couch, with her legs
out straight. I watched her belly rising and falling, with her
breath. Lynda had small breasts, with perky nipples, that made
little points under her dress. She was way ahead of Debbie and me
in that department, we were still completely flat-chested.

Little Debbie lifts up Lynda's yellow dress, folding it over
above her tummy. So we could see her round belly, with its little
mouth of a belly button... her pink panties, which were super
tight, and wedged into her slit a little bit... and her legs and
feet were all bare, totally smooth and hairless. Debbie slips her
fingers underneath the elastic waist, and pulls them down,
tossing them aside...

I was looking at the front of Lynda's crotch, and I was shocked
to see she had a wispy triangle of light blonde fuzz on her
mound. She was growing pubic hair already! She didn't have any
hair down there the last time we got undressed together. I was
still hairless there myself... and Debbie was two years older
than Lynda and me, and even she had no pubic hair yet. So it made
Lynda look quite a bit older. And it made me feel younger...

Debbie arranges Lynda's legs so that her knees are raised, and
spread apart in an open "V" shape. The afternoon sun is shining
through the southern window, and a sun beam happens to be
enlightening Lynda's vulva. Tommy was gawking at her pussy like
he'd never seen one before. Of course this wasn't the case, as he
had seen mine lots of times in the bath, and also when we were
changing in our bedroom. Still, it made me jealous to see him
staring at her so intensely.

Lynda places one arm over her eyes, maybe because she doesn't
want to see what's about to happen to her. Naked from the waist
down, with her legs wide apart, she looks like the sacrificial
virgin at the alter. Her thin tight labia lips are pink like a
coral sea shell, a sharp contrast next to the pale skin of her
bikini area.

Debbie pries apart the top of the patient's slit, and touches her
there with a fingertip. She slides it downward and up, massaging
back and forth along the crease. Then she pushes her finger
between Lynda's thighs, going deeper as she checks her out,
probing the nooks and crannies of Lynda's coochy.

Debbie: "Okay, I think she has a fever. She needs medicine."

She reaches into her back pocket and produces a twig, saying
"I'll her a needle. It won't hurt a bit."

She was wrong about that, as it turns out...

Debbie puts the twig in her mouth, holding it between her pursed
lips and rolling it with her fingers, like a lollypop stick,
coating it with her warm spit. Then she takes it out and holds it
close to Lynda's pelvis, while prying apart the thin lips that
conceal her pee-hole, with her other hand, and also teasing
inside her slit with one finger. She puts the side of her right
hand (which holds the twig) against one side of Lynda's slit,
pressing on it... while the fingertips of her left hand curl
inside the groove, to pull it away from the other side, spreading
the divide wider, and stretching Lynda's urethral opening, making
it slightly oval. It causes the skin around the little hole to
tighten, making the rim sort of pucker and flare, so the shaded
entranceway is held open...

Then without further adieu Debbie plugs the tip of the twig
firmly into the tiny pink hole, inserting it a good half-an-inch
or more....

"OOOW! OOOW! OOOW!..."

Lynda's response is immediate and automatic, shrieking loudly,
her body convulsing like she's having a seizure... Little Debbie
takes a step backwards with a look of surprise on her face,
removing the twig from Lynda's pee-hole. Lynda sits upright,
clutching her mound, with both hands tucked between her thighs.
She spreads her legs apart and lets them dangle on each side of
the back of the green couch.

Debbie puts her hands on Lynda's shoulders, trying to calm her
down, saying "Come on, it can't be that bad..."

But Lynda is offended, wanting nothing more to do with this game.
(Apparently it DID hurt, just a tad.)

"I'm going home."

Lynda gets off the couch, pulling her dress down, picking up her
panties and pulling them on. I don't know what to say, and Tommy
looks like a stunned deer in the headlights. So much for our big
plan!

Debbie pleads with her... "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... don't go
yet. I'll be more careful, I swear..."

Lynda ignores her, as she steps into her flip-flops.
Debbie: "Oh come on Lynda... don't go yet... we'll skip to
Bethany's turn if you want... then it'll be Tommy's turn..."

Lynda's eyes open wider when she hears my brother's name, like a
light bulb turning on. She had apparently just remembered our
plan and our goal. The whole point of playing this game was to
get into Tommy's pants.

"Oh yeah, that's right..." she says.

Lynda says nothing else, as she reaches under her yellow dress,
pulling down her panties, taking them off, and climbing back up
on the couch and lying down, without any assistance. She lifts up
her dress, so it's folded above her belly button, the way it was
before the incident... Then she spreads her legs with her knees
raised, in a "V" shape... as if nothing had happened. Hearing
Tommy's name had brought her back to her senses.

Little Debbie is smiling now. All is well in the little house as
we pick up where we left off. Deb pulls a different twig from her
back pocket, wets it in her mouth, and pulls apart the lips that
surround Lynda's pee orifice, stretching it out sideways.

Debbie: "Sure you're okay?"

Lynda: "I'm fine."

Debbie presses the twig gently into Lynda's urethra, till it's in
half an inch. Then she nudges it a bit deeper, and stops.

Debbie: "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Lynda: "It's okay... it tickles."

Debbie nudges the twig a bit deeper inside Lynda's pee-hole. Her
legs twitch, then she appears to be relaxed. Debbie keeps pushing
on the end of the twig with her forefinger, sinking it in
further, with Lynda's virgin urethra stretched around it...
taking its shape...

Debbie takes her hand away, leaving the embedded twig in place.
It's lodged in Lynda's urethra like a little flagpole in an ant
hill. It looks too big to fit, and yet there it is. Debbie waits
while we admire her handy work. I'm fascinated, seeing the twig
planted in such a strange place. Then Deb takes hold of it and
yanks it out.

Now I'm thinking - Holy shit, she's going to do that to me! I was
pretty sure I didn't want my pee-hole probed with a dirty twig,
especially after watching her stick it up Lynda's dink. What
about the germs?

Debbie: "Okay, now roll over."

Lynda: "Why... what are ya gonna do to me now?"

"No smart-alec remarks please. I need you to turn over... on your
belly," says Debbie, with a convincing tone of medical authority.

Lynda was just kidding. We had discussed all this, so she knew
exactly what was coming next. Knowing Lynda, she enjoyed being
the center of attention. She was propping herself up on her
elbows, with her legs still parted in the "V" formation. She was
looking at Tommy, then she looks at me and Debbie, and the three
of us start giggling. Tommy is staring at her exposed vulva like
he's in a trance, and she's in no hurry to close her legs either.
She stays in that position, affording my brother a nice - long -
look... then she breaks the spell by rolling over.

So then Lynda is lying face-down, stretched out length-wise on
top of the back of the green couch. Her yellow dress covers her
bare tushy, but not for long. Little Debbie lifts it up, folding
it over the small of Lynda's back, exposing her bottom.

Lynda's peaches look pale in contrast with the remains of last
summer's suntan on her hips and thighs. You can see the shape of
her bikini where it had covered up her bum. Her buttocks are
completely hairless. Actually, if you look closely, you can see
tiny blonde hairs all over her body, only they're so fine, you
almost need a magnifying glass to see them. She has goose bumps
on her ass and her thighs... her bum looks cute.

Lynda's legs are together, and she is clenching her buttocks.
There is a Y-shaped crease at the top of her bum crack, and it
looks like an older girl's breast cleavage. I'd guess about a
28-D cup.

Lynda relaxes her glutes, and stops clenching them. As a result
her bum doesn't look quite so muscular, but it still looks
peachy. There is a diamond-shaped space between the tops of her
thighs, and I can see the rear part of her vulva.

Debbie grabs Lynda's ankles, pulling them a few inches apart. She
can't spread them much farther due to the width of the couch
back.

Debbie: "Lynda, try arching your back, okay?"

Lynda complies, and it forms a curve in the small of her back. It
raises her tailbone higher, and causes her cup cakes to separate
slightly, so that I can see her anus now, in the shadow of her
bum cleavage. Also you can see her vulva better...

"That's better," says Debbie, in a musical voice.

Little Debbie places her hands on Lynda's sweet cheeks with her
thumbs aligned with the crevice. Then she pries them apart,
totally exposing her star-shaped orifice. A patch of slightly
darker skin surrounds her orifice, shaped like a teardrop, and
her anus is more or less pink. Except for the goose bumps, her
bum is as smooth as a baby's. I see she has a birthmark, a mole,
on the side of her left cheek.

As I lean closer, I can smell the dampness of Lynda's anal
valley. It's a sweet, earthy sort of odor, like the smell of a
forest after a summer shower. Not at all unpleasant!

Little Debbie says, "Bethany, you can be my assistant. Okay?"

Me: "What do I have to do?"

Debbie: "Just be my nurse. Right now I need you to spread the
patient's cheeks."

I nod, and feel my face flushing as I place my hands on Lynda's
soft white buns. She has her arms folded under her chin, and she
is arching her tushy upward. I wedge my thumbs inside her bum
crack, where the skin feels warmer, and a little bit damp. I
separate her globes, pulling them apart, exposing her puckered
orifice for inspection. I can see the radiating pleats around the
lips of her anus. Her tight little pussy groove is pulled
slightly open as well, close to her butt...

"Is that okay Lynda?" I ask.

Before she can answer me, Debbie chimes in: "No worries Bethany.
Just spread 'em. Wide as you can."

I adjust my position so that my thumbs are deeper in Lynda's
valley, closer to her bum-hole. I lean on my hands with more
weight, which makes it easier to spread her cheeks. It spreads
her anus too, stretching it out sideways. It smooths out some of
the pleats, and creates a raised ridge across the divide, between
her pucker and her pussy.

Me: "It looks like a mouth... when you eat something sour."

Debbie: "You're right, it does. Anyone want to kiss it?"

Lynda: "Eeeew, gross!"

Debbie: "Come on Tommy, want to kiss Lynda's bum? I dare you."

My brother gives Debbie the stunned deer look.

Debbie: "Chicken... bu-kah!" (making a clucking sound).

Tommy: "I'm not chicken..."

Debbie: "So kiss her there. I dare you."

He's obviously embarrassed, but he looks like he might actually
be considering it. He leans forward, stopping part-way, looking
down at Lynda's up-turned tushy. She is still arching her back,
so her bum is lifted higher... I'm holding her cheeks apart...
her pink starfish is right there, exposed and accessible.

Debbie walks around the couch, to stand behind my brother. She
puts her hand on the back of his head, gently urging him to get
closer...

"Don't think, just do it," she says, pushing his head forward.

Debbie puts her other hand on his back, and gives him a good
shove with both hands. Tommy loses his balance and tips forward,
putting a hand on the back of Lynda's thigh to catch his
balance...

Debbie: "C'mon, hurry up!"

He's almost there. Tommy bends down and places his mouth on
Lynda's right bum cheek, giving it a little peck. Debbie is
unsatisfied.

"No.... you have to kiss her on the bum-hole. Right... there!"
(Goosing the center of Lynda's anus with her finger to
illustrate.) Her orifice flexes inward, and she makes a high
pitched squeal, like only a little girl can...

"Eeeeeeeeeeee!"

I'm still holding Lynda's peaches apart, but I'm leaning more to
the side, so I'm not in Tommy's way. I'm spreading her bum a
little harder, making the pleats smooth and pulling her anal lips
in an oval shape. It makes the center more open, forming a
cone-shaped hollow. The skin inside the hollow is a darker shade
of pink, more like crimson. (Sorry if I sound like an interior
decorator here.)

Debbie is relentless, urging Tommy forward... "You can do better
than that."

I back her up: "You have to kiss it, Tommy... right in the
middle."

Lynda: "It's okay, I took a bath this morning, Tommy." I assumed
she meant after taking a poo.

Tommy acquiesces, bending down till his face is almost touching
Lynda's ass. He gets closer, till his lips make contact with her
asshole. I'm expecting him to give her another little peck and
pull away like before, but he doesn't...

Debbie is behind Tommy to my right. She slides her hand down the
small of his back till it's on his bum, then she digs between his
cheeks with her fingers, goosing him where his asshole is... He
squirms, but maintains oral contact with Lynda's bum-hole...
Debbie wriggles her fingers, between his cheeks, as he kisses
Lynda's tushy...

I couldn't believe Debbie did that! But then I thought about all
the crazy stuff we were doing today, so why not? Tommy continues
to kiss Lynda's bum like he's necking... or bumming I guess...
then he pulls away.

Debbie: "Now was that so hard?"

Tommy returns to his original position, on his knees on the seat
cushions beside me. He doesn't say anything, but he's smiling -
as if to say - You dared me and I did it, so there!

Debbie moves back behind the couch, to resume examining the
patient. She chooses a new twig from her back pocket. Then she
starts playfully poking here and there, making temporary indents
all over Lynda's buttocks, as well as up and down the interior of
her crack, and on her vulva too. Poke, poke, poke... jabbing her
pussy lips, her pee-hole, her bum... Lynda's rosebud winks,
squeezing tight as Debbie teases it with the twig...

Debbie then pokes the twig into the very center of Lynda's anus,
into the hollow, like she's taking her temperature. Lynda's anus
flexes inward as the twig enters, going in about an inch. Debbie
takes her hand away, and the twig is sticking out of Lynda's
bum-hole like a real thermometer... then she pulls it out and
studies it.

Debbie: "I'm not getting a good reading. Hey Tommy..."

Tommy: "What?"

Debbie: "We need more twigs. Would you mind getting some from the
backyard? Look for small ones, about this long... smooth, with
round ends, not too rough..."

Tommy repeats, "Not rough."

Debbie: "Smooth... just get a whole bunch, different sizes..."

Our neighborhood had a lot of large old trees. There had been
heavy winds recently, littering the ground with lots of branches
and twigs. Tommy goes out on his errand, while Debbie confers
with Lynda and me, almost in a whisper.

Debbie: "So you guys think he's having fun?"

Me: "Oh, he's having fun, big time."

Debbie: "Well you're next Bethany, then it's his turn. I hope
he's ready."

Me: "He is totally into this game, trust me."

Debbie: "So Lynda, what was it like getting your bum kissed by
Tommy?"

Lynda: "Pretty cool."

Me: "Did he use his tongue?"

Lynda: "Yeah."

Debbie: "Really? He licked your bum?"

Lynda: "Yeah, he did."

Me: "He French-kissed your ass."

Lynda: "I guess."

Me: "What did it feel like?"

Lynda: "It tickled a lot."

Debbie: "I talked him into it. I hope you didn't mind."

Lynda: "Are you kidding? It's the first time he ever kissed me."

Me: "He kissed your ass."

Lynda: "Yeah well, it's a kiss."

Debbie: "I knew he'd do it if I dared him. Boys can never resist
a dare."

Me: "I think he liked it when you goosed him."

Lynda: "When you what?"

Me: "She goosed his bum... while he was kissing your's."

Debbie: "So what was it like?"

Lynda: "It tickled."

Debbie: "You felt his tongue?"

Lynda: "Not at first. It was like... like a regular kiss. I was
afraid I might fart!"

Debbie and I burst out laughing.

Debbie: "You're unbelievable."

Me: "And then what?"

Lynda: "Then... I felt his tongue. He was licking my bum hole. It
was weird..."

Debbie: "The things we make that boy do."

Lynda: "I wish he'd kiss me on the mouth like that."

Debbie: "Hey you almost ruined everything, when you freaked out!"

Lynda: "Well, you hurt my pee-hole... I didn't know you were
going to stick it in."

Debbie: "Sorry about that... but when you're the patient, you
have to play along. If he takes off before it's his turn, we
won't get another chance."

Me: "Yeah... so pretend you like it no matter what."

Lynda: "Sorry I freaked out, guys..."

Debbie: "It's okay. When he gets back, I'm gonna work on you some
more, then it's Bethany's turn.

Lynda: "And then we get to pull Tommy's pants down."

Debbie: "Yup! And we can take turns bein' the doctor."

Lynda: "I can't wait..."

Debbie: "I want to see his penis get big..."

Lynda: "Is he getting needles, same as me?"

Debbie: "Uh-huh... in his penis and bum."

Me: "I don't care what you do to Tommy, but please don't stick it
in my pee-hole."

Debbie: "Hey look, we're playin' doctor here."

Me: "I know... I'm just not ready."

Debbie: "Okay, no problem. How 'bout you Lynda? Any requests?"

Lynda: "Ummm... I guess I don't care. Do whatever you want...
long as I get to play with Tommy."

Debbie: "You will, I promise. You guys, I'm excited. I wanna see
the balloon dog."

We all laugh.

Debbie: "How'd you do that Bethany, make his penis stand up?"

Me: "I was just washing him in the bath, rubbing it with soap..."

Lynda: "Like rubbing Alladin's lamp..."

Debbie laughs, "Yeah, and if you rub it hard enough the genie
comes out."

Lynda and I look at her.

Debbie: "Remember? When Janet said boys get all excited?... and
that white stuff comes out?"

Tommy was just coming through the door.

Debbie: "Tell ya later."

Tommy hands his twigs to Debbie. She looks them over, and drops
them in a shoebox - which she calls "the toy box". She picks out
a new twig and shows it to me. It's slightly curved, thicker and
longer than the last one, smooth with no bark. She gives me a
wicked smile of approval, arching an eyebrow. I smile back,
nervously...

Debbie: "Almost finished, Lynda. Nurse, are you ready?"

Me: "Ready."

I place both hands on Lynda's ass and start spreading the news.
Debbie's hand is resting on Lynda's leg, holding a new twig...

Debbie: "Hey Tommy, got any spit?"

"Why?" he said, chewing gum.

Debbie: "I need you to spit on her bum... all the spit you got,
between her cheeks."

Tommy takes out his gum, snorts and coughs, clearing his
throat... I'm spreading her cheeks, making her anus an easy
target... He leans in close and lets one fly....

"Eeeeeeeew, gross!" says Lynda.

A foamy wad of saliva adorns her asshole. Debbie presses the end
of the twig into her bum crack, in the spit, poking around as if
she's looking for the hole...

Debbie: "Try to relax, Lynda. And stick your bum up higher..."

Debbie keeps pressing with the twig, till it goes in. She tries
different angles, tilting it this way and that, while pushing it
in... it sinks a bit deeper. Tommy's spit makes it nice and
slippery. Deb gets the stick about half-way in, and she plays
with it... twisting it, wiggling it, sometimes poking it
sideways.... Then she puts her finger on the end of the stick and
pushes on it. It sinks in till there's barely a stub left to hold
on to. She pinches it and pulls it out... Lynda's asshole appears
to squeeze the "needle" as it comes out...

The cone-shaped hollow in the center of Lynda's bum hole has
gotten a bit wider... and more open, so you can see inside a
little bit, like her bum is forming an "ooo" sound... Little
Debbie plugs the end of the stick back in, and pushes it straight
down into her bum, till it almost disappears. This one is about 4
inches long, pretty long for a little girl's bum...

I can't believe we're really doing this, after planning it for
weeks. I'm getting more and more nervous, thinking about my turn
coming up. I try to imagine what it will be like, lying there as
she pulls my panties down, with all of them looking at me... Then
I think - If Lynda can take it, so can I. (Just not in the
pee-hole.)

Debbie pulls the twig out of Lynda's bum, leaving a dark gap in
the middle of her asshole.... I continue holding her cheeks
apart, and we watch as the hole closes up. Debbie inserts the
stick again, pushing it all the way in. She slides it out and in
again, several times (there's less resistance now), then she
pulls it all the way out. We watch as the little dark hole closes
up again...

   ***

11 - NEXT!!

Debbie: "Okay you're done, Lynda. Bethany you're up."

Lynda sits upright, rearranging her yellow sun dress, covering
her mid-riff and smoothing it down. She hops off the couch, pulls
on her panties, and slips on her flip-flops. Her long blonde hair
looks all messed up, like she just got out of bed.

Me: "You may want to fix your hair."

I climb onto the back of the couch, taking Lynda's place, and
sitting with my legs dangling down the back. There's no reason
for me to feel so nervous. I can feel butterflies fluttering in
my belly. It's like stage fright. I imagine how stupid I'm going
to look if I throw up...

Debbie takes off my sandals and lifts my feet up. I sit hugging
my knees to my chest, on top of the back of the green couch.

Debbie: "Bethany, just lie back and relax. Don't worry about a
thing."

I can feel the heat in the fabric where Lynda was lying a minute
ago. I lean back, lying down with my legs straight out, feet
together. Lynda takes my place, on her knees on the seat cushions
beside Tommy...

Debbie lifts up my blue tartan skirt, folding it over above my
bare belly. I still have my panties on, for the moment. In my
mind I picture Lynda lying there, and how relaxed she was -
except when she was freaking out. She's my role model for this
game.

I fold my arms across my chest the way Lynda did, and close my
eyes. I feel Debbie's fingers on my mound, outside my panties,
touching my slit. She slides her fingers down to where my slit
meets the top of my thighs, rubbing me there. Her finger pries
between my thighs, tracing along my pussy-crack, then back up
again. It actually feels nice...

Now she's slipping her fingers under the elastic top of my
panties, pulling one side lower, then the other... I lift my
tushy so she can pull them down... lifting my feet as she takes
them off. I'm left naked from the waist down, with my friends
around me. They're looking at my naked body, and it feels weird.
I really want to cover myself up, only I don't. I can't. Debbie
was right, I need to relax.

I feel Debbie's hands under my knees, raising them up, moving my
feet closer to my crotch... pushing my knees apart in a "V"
shape. My privates between my legs are exposed, my friends and my
brother can see everything. The air feels cool on the warm skin
of my crotch, so I must be a little damp there already. I open my
eyes a bit, squinting, to see them looking at my bare-naked
crotch like they just pried open an oyster. I close my eyes
again...

I can feel her rubbing my slit, gently, and touching that
sensitive spot above my pee-hole. I squirm involuntarily as she
touches and tickles various tender places on my vulva. Her finger
rubs my pee-hole, then it slides down over my vulva, prying
between my lips, till she reaches my asshole, pressing and
wiggling her fingertip there, making me squirm... then she slides
back up. It feels very different from when I touch myself...

As she rubs her finger up and down my crease, it feels electric
each time she brushes across my button... I'm feeling more
relaxed now, not as nervous as I was. I'm even starting to tingle
a little bit...

I did feel kind of dirty and naughty, knowing they were watching
as Debbie played with my privates. I was a trapped butterfly,
pinned on my back, embarrassed and helpless, unable or unwilling
to defend my modesty... but I also liked being the center of
attention.

I allowed my knees to fall a bit wider apart. I would let them
look at my vulva all they wanted, because that's what Lynda did.
I did't feel shy anymore. Debbie was making my privates feel
good, and I wondered if she was doing it on purpose. I wondered
if she could tell I was getting excited between my legs, probably
getting moist and slippery... feeling the tingling sensation
growing, spreading through my pelvis, and up inside...

Before I know it, Debbie stops what she's doing to me, and tells
me to roll over. The tingling fades away, and I feel something
akin to rejection, or perhaps disappointment. So I'm thinking I'm
thinking I'll finish what she started later, after I go to bed.
I'm glad she didn't insert a stick in my pee-hole...

I turn over, taking care not to fall off the back of the couch. I
still feel a little embarrassed, but of course it's too late to
turn back. Anyway, the important thing is to be a good patient
until it's Tommy's turn. I'll do what Debbie says, let them do
whatever they want, and I won't make a fuss. If Lynda can do it,
so can I. Soon we'll be pulling Tommy's pants down, and my
friends will be checking out his penis, as planned.

So now I'm lying belly-down, with one foot crossed over the
other, cradling my face in my hands. Little Debbie lifts up my
pleated skirt, and folds it up over my lower back, exposing my
bare bum. She uncrosses my feet and spreads my feet a few inches
apart (limited by the width of the back of the couch). She starts
squeezing and kneading my calves, working her way up, massaging
my thighs... then she's kneading my peaches, like bread dough...
and as she works on my honey buns, once in a while I feel her
pulling my cheeks apart. Eventually she pulls my cheeks apart,
and holds them that way. So my anus is on display. She's looking
at my bum-hole, and so are the others. I'm feeling embarrassed
all over again.

Your asshole is such a personal area. It doesn't tickle at all
when you touch yourself there, or when you're doing your business
on the toilet. However, if someone else touches you there, and
you don't know what they're going to do next, it's a different
story! I could feel my bum valley being pulled apart till the
skin in the middle was taught, like stretching a canvas over a
frame. My frame. I felt my bum-hole being pulled and stretched
indirectly, and I knew all three of them were staring, studying
my secret orifice in every detail...

Debbie: "I need an assistant... Tommy?"

I don't know why, but I was uncomfortable with my brother
touching me at that moment. I know it doesn't make sense, since
he had touched me many times before, in the bathtub. I felt his
hands on my bum... he was pressing and squeezing, then he was
spreading them apart.... my brother! I noticed he was more gentle
about it than Debbie was. Maybe he felt shy about it, like I felt
earlier when I first handled Lynda's bum for Debbie. I had felt
like I was trespassing on sacred ground, going somewhere
forbidden.

Then I hear Debbie say "Can you spit on it?"

I knew she was talking to Tommy, and the thought of him spitting
on me was revolting. I didn't want to say anything though, I had
to bite my tongue. I heard him laugh, so I was fairly sure he was
enjoying himself, at my expense. He clears his throat, while
holding my cheeks wide apart... I hear him spit, and I feel it
landing on my anus. He spits a second time, and it feels warm and
disgusting. It makes my skin crawl.

Now little Debbie is poking at my tail-end with a twig (hopefully
not one of the ones she used on Lynda). She's teasing up and down
my crack, scratching a zig-zag trail between my buns with the
tip... tickling around the perimeter of my star-fish, making
circles, teasing the outer edge of my pucker...

She moves her twig to my vulva, tickling me there... dragging the
tip up and down along my groove, scratching between my labia
minora lips. She traces down my cleft till it crosses my
pee-hole... and she's poking my clitoris, which makes me
twitch... then she goes the other way, poking my urethra. For a
moment I'm afraid she might try to insert it there. (I was
thinking it might be okay if she was gentle about it)... Then I
feel her dragging it back, letting it dig in between my labia
lips...

Debbie: "You have to spread 'em wider, Tommy..."

I feel my brother's fingers digging deeper between my cheeks,
parting them more forcefully. The tension increases in my bum
crack, and I feel my anus being stretched ourward from the
center... I can also feel tension on the skin in the very center,
as if he's trying to pull me open, so they can look inside...

I'm lying there, face-down, knowing they're studying my vulva and
my bottom-hole, like I'm some kind of specimen. Part of me wants
to cover up and get out of there... the other part of me wants to
give them what they want - complete access to my most private
parts. I remember how sexy Lynda looked when she was lying here,
completely relaxed, as if she loved being studied and touched and
poked. Watching her must have been such a turn-on for my brother!

Debbie: "Bethany, would you stick your bum up more, like Lynda?"

So I arch my back, raising my bum up to look more like Lynda. (I
had to admit, it did make her tushy look cute.)

Debbie: "That's perfect, just like that."

She kept scraping the tip of the twig up and down my bum crack,
and every time she got close to my anus, she would detour around
it at the last second. I knew she was doing it to tease me,
trying to make me want it. Funny thing is, it was working! After
several minutes of this, I started wondering how it would feel if
the stick touched my asshole. I found myself arching my back even
more, lifting my bum up each time the twig got close to my
hole... possibly to signal I was ready to "take the plunge".

Then finally she doesn't detour, and I feel the stick grazing
across my rosebud, the tip of it briefly dipping into the center
before moving away. It felt nice, like it was worth the wait.
Then it comes back again, to tickle the edge... and she's poking
and scratching at various points around my anus, but avoiding the
middle. I'm arching my tushy up, offering a clear target.... then
she takes the twig away, and I feel nothing for a minute.

I wait, holding the pose with my ass in the air... then I feel
the stick gently touching the pit in the center of my anal lips.
She is hardly pressing at all, and it tickles... as if a housefly
landed there. I'm intentionally trying to relax my sphincter. I
don't want to tighten up, I want to make it easy for her... Then
I feel it going in. The tip of the stick is advancing into my
bum, and I feel it parting my inner flesh as she pushes it
forward, going a little deeper, and a little deeper...... Then it
stops moving, and she pulls it out.

I wonder if that's all little Debbie is going to do to me today.
I stay in position with my chin resting on my folded arms, and my
brother continues holding my cupcakes apart. I'm aware of my
heartbeat. It seems quicker than normal... I glance over my
shoulder, and I see Debbie standing there, sucking on a stick...
I'm guessing it's a different one.

"Arch your bum up for me..." says Debbie.

As I do this, I feel the twig touching the outer edge of my back
door, drawing a circle, spiraling around and getting closer....
then it reaches the center. My tushy-hole must be more relaxed,
because it feels like the twig is already part-way inside... and
she isn't even pushing on it yet. She's lightly tapping the end
of it, in the middle of my hole... bump, bump, bump... Then she
takes it away, and I feel one of them spitting into my crack...
then someone else spits, right on my bum-hole....

I arch my back, pushing my tushy up higher, and again I feel the
stick tapping into the center of my asshole, only she starts
increasing the pressure. It tickles inside. It's like she's
making my bum itch inside, and scratching the itch at the same
time. I feel her turning the twig around, intermittently pushing
down on it, nudging it slightly deeper each time... This is
definitely a new stick. It feels more bumpy, not as smooth, and
it's a bit thicker too...

I tried to imagine how I must look to the others as I was lying
there, with my bum up - based on how Lynda looked when Debbie was
working on her. She looked like a bad little girl, naughty to the
core, but she also looked quite beautiful to me. She had a pretty
face with puffy lips, and long shiny blonde hair, and wide hips,
her bum was sexy and cute, her legs long and shapely, she already
had blonde pubes in the front, and her breasts were starting to
develop... no way did I look as pretty as her. I hoped I might
look half as cute as her.

Like most children, none of us were aware of how beautiful we
really were!

I try tightening my bum sphincter around Debbie's twig, to grip
it as she slides it in and out. It increases the friction, and it
feels really intense. I feel it catching on something, inside me.
There's a pricking sensation, like she's sticking me with a real
needle. Without thinking about it, I automatically squeeze with
my anus, and try to clench my cheeks, only Tommy won't let them
close. The sharp pain is gone anyway.

Debbie takes the twig out, and Tommy lets go of my peaches. So I
relax. Again I wonder if that's it, as I lie there on the back of
the couch, on my belly, waiting....

Then Debbie says, "Arch your bum up Bethany..."

I do this, and I feel Tommy spreading my biscuits apart....

She presses the stick against my bum-hole, wedging it into the
center, twisting it back and forth, till it starts going in. It
feels different somehow. I soon realize she's using a new stick,
again. It feels fatter, too big to call it a twig.

She presses on it intermittently, like a pulse, and it sinks a
little farther with each push, making my bum-hole stretch to
accommodate the wider girth.... I feel another painful prick
inside my ass, then it goes away.

This game was getting too intrusive, and excessively personal,
and now it was getting painful! I considered asking her to stop,
before she does some damage.... only I was afraid to rock the
boat. I didn't want to be the one to ruin it for the girls. So
instead I just laid there, allowing Debbie to play doctor on me.
I was her medical guinea pig.

Debbie: "Arch up your bum, Bethany..."

So in addition to arching my back, this time I scoot my knees
farther forward, which raises my hips. Now my bum is sticking up
higher than ever.

Debbie says, "Excellent!"

And Lynda says, "Nice ass!"

The girls laugh, but still I feel flattered. It sounded like a
compliment, of sorts. Tommy says nothing, but I already know he
loves my ass, based on his fascination in the bathtub.

Debbie touches my vulva with her fingers, with the new stick
still embedded in my bottom, motionless. She's busy rubbing my
sweet spot with one hand, and massaging the furrow of my vulva
with the other at the same time. It feels like a dream... it
feels really good. She presses inward with her thumb, forcing my
lips to part, sliding it around inside my juicy vulva. She is
stirring me up, with her thumb sliding along my furrow, from my
pee-hole to my vagina, pressing all my buttons. I'm starting to
tingle, for the second time today...

Debbie: "Hey Lynda, can you drive a stick shift?"

Lynda: "Can I what?"

Debbie: "Help us out... you get to play with the twig."

Lynda: "What should I do?"

Debbie: "Just do what I was doing... move it around, use your
imagination."

So Lynda takes over the stick-shift, while Debbie works on my
vulva with both hands... one massaging my button, the other
rubbing between my pussy lips, sliding in my natural pussy
juice...

Lynda isn't holding back. She starts shoving the stick in and
pulling it out, and sometimes I feel her twisting it too. She's
more aggressive about it than Debbie was, sticking it in deeper.
The stick feels scratchy, as she saws it in and out of my poor
anus... the friction is irritating the inside of my bum too... It
feels interesting when I push against the stick from inside my
bum, like I'm trying to poop it out....

At the same time, I feel the muscles in my pussy contracting
involuntarily, in response to little Debbie's two-handed massage.
It feels amazing! Even better than when I play with myself under
the covers. I'm wondering how Debbie knows how to touch me like
this. Does she practice on herself? Did she get lessons from her
sister Janet?

I feel the tingling getting stronger... my face is buried in my
hands and my eyes are shut. I concentrate on the mounting
sensation between my legs, completely forgetting about my
audience. My clitoris, and my entire vulva are flooding with
sensation, a wave of tingling... even my bum feels good.

Tommy holds my sweet-cheeks apart, as Lynda fucks my ass with the
stick, plunging it in and out, rotating it, reaming me out with
little or no resistance from my exhausted sphincter muscles... my
asshole is an open house!

I lose myself in my orgasm, as the fireworks go off in my vulva
and my pussy... my body language has to be giving me away now.
They have to know I'm coming... either that, or maybe they think
I'm in pain.

The tingling subsides, and my entire body relaxes. I stop arching
my back, and collapse flat on my belly. My magic button feels
ultra-sensitive now. I wish Debbie would stop touching me there.
What made me feel euphoric is now irritating.

Lynda is still working the stick up my bum, but she's slowing
down... they know I've run out of steam. Lynda takes the twig
out, and Tommy lets go of my cupcakes.

Debbie: "How you doin' Bethany? You're awful quiet."

Me: "Hey, I'm doing good," as look up at her, in a daze.

Debbie: "Well you look healthy to me. You can get down now.
Tommy's next."

I sit up with my plaid dress bunched up around my waist. I slide
off the back of the couch, pulling my skirt down. I pick up my
panties and pull them on, and step into my sandals, feeling a
little awkward.

Little Debbie had given me the special treatment. She went out of
her way to make me feel good. I didn't see her doing any of that
for Lynda. Maybe she was rewarding me for helping them recruit my
brother. If it wasn't for me, he might be playing football that
afternoon, instead of playing doctor with us.

I felt good, but I was also relieved that my turn was over. My
ass was itchy from all that probing, so I reached back to scratch
between my cheeks (pretending to rearrange the seat of my
panties). I didn't usually do that in front of people, but they
weren't paying any attention to me now. I was history. My girl
friends had their eyes on Tommy, who was looking rather awkward
as he climbed up to sit on the back of the examination couch...

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(c) 2013 by Bethany Boh <bethanyb@hushmail.me>

Thanks for reading. If you made it through this one, I have two
other stories on ASSTR: "Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 2"...
and "The Official Rules of Strip Twister", which is an adult
approach to the best party game ever. I've made numerous
revisions and reposted on asstr, so my stories tend to evolve. I
love getting feedback, if you care to shoot me an email!

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