LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 1

(c) 2012 by Bethany Boh <b.boh@hushmail.com>

Warning, may contain traces of adult subject matter, including
ff, mf, pedo, ds, MF, mast, toys, oral, anal, etc...

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SYNOPSIS

A scantily-clad author sips a scotch while typing out her sexual
memoirs. She reminisces about her youth, when she and her young
friends were discovering their bodies. It was a time when the
neighborhood felt safe, and parents were more relaxed about
supervision. Kids were free to explore their world... and to
secretly rendezvous to play their medical games.

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PROLOGUE

It's Friday night. I'm wearing panties and nothing else, and I'm
sweating like crazy. All the windows are open, and the ceiling
fan is spinning like a Spitfire propeller, and it's still too
fucking hot! Were in a heat wave here. I'm drinking Glenfiddich
on the rocks so I can deal with it. 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 the house), claims it dries out his vocal cords. He's
out of town playing a gig with his blues band for the weekend.
Sometimes I tag along, only this time I stayed home to work on my
memoirs - the refined literature you are now perusing. I expect
I'll be good and horny after writing about sex all weekend, so I
hope he's feeling amorous when he gets back on Monday. Till then,
I'll be here at the computer if anybody needs me.

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LAISSEZ-FAIRE WAS EVERYWHERE

If you ask me, parents are way too tight-assed about supervision
these days. When I was a little girl, the back door stayed
unlocked all day, and no one was warning us about predators,
except when  we were singing "Teddy Bear's Picnic". When we went
outside to play, our parents left us alone to create our own
amusement. So if we felt like pulling our pants down to play
doctor and nurse, we didn't have to wait for med school. If you
showed me yours I'd show you mine. It was all quite educational.

I can't believe how young we were when we started discovering our
bodies. My brother Tommy had just finished kindergarten, and I
would be starting that fall. We slept in the same bedroom, so we
thought nothing of undressing in front of each other. Also, my
mom found it convenient to bathe us at the same time. She could
leave us to look after each other while she did other things. So
when we were alone in the bathtub, we would check out each
other's privates. As far as I was concerned, his equipment was
far more interesting than mine. I wasn't yet aware of the
recreational potential I had between my legs.

Some time after that (I think I was past kindergarten), I
accidently discovered how to masturbate. Often when I was under
the covers, and not quite ready to go to sleep, I would play with
my privates to entertain myself. Only this time, it somehow felt
better than usual. Maybe my technique was improving, or maybe my
hormones were changing and I was hitting puberty early, I don't
know. I was just touching that button above my pee-hole, and
exploring my tight little slit with my finger. I felt this
interesting sensation between my legs, like I was vibrating down
there. The longer I tickled myself, the more the feeling grew,
till I became overwhelmed by a delicious tingling in my crotch. I
had no idea what was happening to me, but it felt amazing! The
intense part was very brief. I don't think it lasted longer than
half a minute, but it was the first thing I remembered when I
woke up the next morning. I couldn't wait for bedtime so I could
try it again.

That night I was successful in achieving the tingling sensation
in my "pee-pee", for the second time in two days, and soon after
I became quite obsessed with it. I was making myself come under
the covers after lights-out, or while sitting on the toilet, or
while sitting under a blanket in the back seat of my dad's Chevy
(it was more fun than whining "Are we there yet?")... In fact I
could do it almost anywhere, as long as no one was watching me.

I would just reach up under my dress, and down the front of my
panties, and I would stick my finger inside my slit, and wiggle
it around, while pressing on my button at the same time... and I
would start slow, lightly rubbing up and down between my legs
till I felt my tiny hole getting wet and slippery... then I'd rub
a little faster, and a little faster, while pressing harder,
massaging my button till I started to tingle, and it grew
stronger and stronger.... and voilą!

I could also make myself come by squeezing a pillow between my
thighs, or by straddling the padded armrest of an easy chair or
couch, applying pressure to the parts of my vulva where it felt
good. Then I would gently rock the boat till the fireworks went
off. It wouldn't take long, and 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 was wearing
a short dress with panties when I climbed up on his lap. I sat
straddling his leg (he was wearing creased dress pants, one leg
crossed over the other), facing forward as I bounced on his knee,
riding it like a rodeo bull. I knew exactly what I was doing, as
I rocked forward and back, forward and back, with my delicate
vulva bearing the brunt of my weight. I would shift my position
accordingly, so that all my buttons were being pressed, till I
felt the tingling start... then I would keep rocking in the free
world till I had my sweet orgasm. I'm pretty sure my daddy had no
idea how much fun I was really having - and I had no clue why it
felt so good. I just knew it was better than candy!

To be honest, while my technique has certainly improved over the
years, my method hasn't changed all that much. I've learned a few
variations - such as curling my finger up under my pubic bone to
stimulate my G-spot, and sometimes I play with toys (I'm a big
fan of fruits and veggies). But my first instinct was pretty much
right on the money. I think masturbation is one of the most
natural acts a person can do alone... and I hear it does wonders
for your cardio pulmonary system too!

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JUST SAY NO TO G.I. JOE

Unfortunately for my brother Tommy, there were no boys in the
neighborhood close to his age. He had friends at school, but they
lived across town, and we weren't even allowed to cross the
street yet. So Tommy hung out with me and my girl friends. Little
Debbie lived two houses down the street from us, and Lynda lived
beside her in the third house. We weren't into stuff that boys
like, so he had to play our little-girl games... like playing
with Barbie and Ken dolls, or an E-Z Bake Oven, or a doll house,
or games like hop-scotch, skipping rope, and Simon says.

Now you don't need to feel sorry for my brother. Yes he was
missing out on male influences, and perhaps he had adopted a
slightly effeminate outlook due to our playtime choices. However,
we would soon introduce a co-ed game that would make it all worth
his while.

It was a sunny day in spring. I was hanging out with the girls on
Debbie's veranda, and they were talking about how cute Tommy was.
He wasn't there at the time. I didn't think he was so cute. To me
he was just my dumb brother. Lynda asked if I ever got to see him
bare-naked. Well, I boasted that we shared the same bedroom, and
took baths together, so we saw each other bare-naked a lot!

My girl friends were impressed. They looked at each other, then
Debbie asks "Do you ever.... you know, touch his penis?"

I tell them that we had touched each other's privates, and we
sometimes washed each other in the bathtub too. I could touch his
penis any time I felt like it, really, or his bum, and he could
touch mine. No big deal.

Debbie started whining that she and Lynda didn't have a brother
to play with, and they had never even seen a boy naked, let alone
touched one. More than anything, they wanted to see a real penis
for themselves. And, since we often played with Tommy anyway, and
because they liked him, it was his penis they wanted to see.
Suddenly he went from being my annoying older brother to being
their dream date.

I tried to describe for them what Tommy's penis looked like. I
said it resembled a little pink turtle head with one eye in the
middle, with a long neck and a turtleneck sweater. They were not
amused.

I told them that in our house, we often walked in on each other
in the bathroom, even when you were on the toilet. So sometimes I
even got to see my dad's honker of a penis, at eye level, but
that was just gross. From a little girl's point of view, you
might as well be looking up at a horse.

Then I told them about the time I was in the bathtub with Tommy,
and I accidently 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 said I was just rubbing soap on his
bird, and basically washing it... when it started getting bigger.
I could feel it swelling up in my hands. As I rubbed it with more
soap, and scrubbed it with my fingers, it slowly rose up, like a
wiener dog standing up to be petted.

Our mom would fill the tub so that the water only came up to your
waist in the deep end, but Tommy was in the shallow end, sitting
on his heels. So his pecker was above the water. As I was washing
him, I pushed one hand between his legs to soap him up there. He
spread his legs further apart, as I lathered up his tight little
scrotum, and right back to his bum with the bar of Ivory. I
noticed that his scrotum seemed to be shrinking while his penis
was growing longer, and I thought that was odd.

I squeezed his soapy scrotum, trying to feel his balls inside.
They felt like they were floating around freely in there. I tried
to capture them between my fingers, but they would always swim
away. I felt his perineum, the firm part behind his scrotum. It
felt like a rigid extension of his penis, leading up inside his
crotch.

Then I push farther back with my fingers, poking between his
peaches, so my finger is touching his pucker, and I can feel the
creases in it, cinched up like a draw string. I press up against
it with my finger, and I rub him there with the bar of soap
(surely the dirtiest part of any boy). His bum-hole feels softer
and warmer than the surrounding tissue, and it flexes when I
press on it. I focus on his asshole with the corner of the soap,
pressing upward. I feel it sinking in slightly.

Then I let go of the soap to use my fingers on him. When I press
on his bum-hole, it spreads out, and I can feel a tiny slit in
the center, all slippery with soap. I keep rubbing and pressing
on it, and gradually his orifice opens up a little more, allowing
my finger to sink in a little deeper. It feels like I'm exploring
a soft, tight funnel, with the throat of it squeezing my finger.

As I push upward into the warm funnel of his anus, the center of
it remains closed, but it allows my finger to sink a bit deeper
as the outer rim of his orifice opens up. The deeper my finger
penetrates, the more delicate and soft the skin feels (actually
it's mucous membrane)... till my finger pushes through the other
side of his orifice, and the tip of my finger enters an open
space, the inner cavity of his bum-tunnel. I wiggle my finger
around, and rotate it, reaming out the slippery ring muscle of
his rectum.

Then I pull my finger out, and I use both hands on his penis,
massaging the length of it. I find the bar of soap in the water,
and I rub all over his dick with the bar cupped between my palms.
I press on the tip of his cock with my thumb, making the little
hole open wider, and scrubbing it briskly. Then a blast of warm
pee comes squirting out, splashing against my hand. I laugh, and
rinse it off in the bath water. Apparently rubbing someone's
pee-hole with your thumb makes them pee on you!

My brother and I didn't speak a word to each other this whole
time. I was totally mesmerized by his inflatable penis, and he
seemed to like the way I was washing his erogenous zones. Putting
my finger in his ass that day was a first for me. It was only
after I stopped washing him and left his cock alone, that it
shrunk back to it's normal size.

I told my girl friends I had no idea why this had happened, but
with an air of authority, I explained that by rubbing his penis,
I must have caused it to swallow air. That's why it got all
puffy. Then after a while his penis burped the air out through
his pee-hole, and so it got small again. The girls were listening
intently, and nodding in unison, as it made perfect sense.

Lynda and Debbie were so excited, I thought they were were going
to wet themselves as I told them my inflatable penis story.
Clearly they were uninitiated in "Boy Anatomy 101". More than
ever they wanted to see my brother's amazing tool for themselves,
and I was the only person who could help make that happen.

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SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN

So the three of us started thinking up different ways we could
get into Tommy's pants (mostly for their benefit, not mine).
Debbie suggested we have a sleep-over at our house, and she and
Lynda could take a bath with Tommy and me. We could take turns
washing each other, and I said the two of them could wash my
brother and I could just watch. They could soap up his penis and
rub it till it got big, and they could wash his dirty bum...
Debbie suggested they scrub his bum-hole clean with a tooth brush
("But who's?" I asked). They loved this idea, but I didn't think
my mom would let all four of us take a bath. She'd probably split
us up into pairs, making us take separate baths, so we wouldn't
spill so much water on the floor. So that was no good.

Lynda suggested we play house (which we sometimes did anyway)...
and we could have a vote to see who would be the baby. Of course
we'd all vote for Tommy. The three of us could then undress him
and changing his dirty diapers. Debbie liked this idea, and
suggested we put mud and dirt down his pants to make it more
realistic (we all laughed.) Then we'd have to give the baby a
bath, so we would remove his dirty diaper, and wash him in the
tub to clean the dirt off. Debbie suggested some of the dirt
might get trapped inside the poor baby's bum-hole, so of course
we'd have to wash him there (maybe with the tooth brush). And
Lynda said that when we were washing his penis, she wanted scrub
his pee-hole extra hard to see if she could make him pee (like I
did)... Then we'd dry him off, and sprinkle baby powder on his
penis and bum (we could use flour or icing sugar from the
kitchen)... Lynda said if the baby started crying, whoever had
the biggest tits would have to breast feed him.

When we got a few years older, Little Debbie, Lynda, and I came
up with another great idea, which we called "Strip Twister". We
didn't actually play it that summer, but a few years later it
would be the perfect activity for a rainy day. Years later we
spent an afternoon writing out a set of rules for Strip Twister.
I'll post those rules at the end of "part one", in case you still
have Twister sitting around, and feel like getting totally crazy
with a few friends some time! If you don't happen to own Twister,
you can still buy it in toy stores. Hey, it can be fun for big
kids too.

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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 said we looked
like sisters. In spite of our resemblance, guys at school seemed
to find her more attractive. I was skinny and looked my age,
while she had more curves and looked older. She wasn't shy around
boys either. I'd be green with envy, seeing her surrounded by
drooling boys in the schoolyard, all circling for a piece of 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 (for some reason her mother couldn't
raise her). They were old-school in their methods, not
laissez-faire like my parents. Her aunt would punish her for any
little thing she disapproved of.

For instance, we'd be playing in Lynda's den, when her aunt would
come in ranting about her leaving food on her plate. Or maybe she
hadn't made her bed. It was always something. Next thing you
knew, she'd pick Lynda up, and put her across her knee, with her
dress hiked up and her panties pulled down, right in front of us!
We'd sit there quietly, horrified - watching Lynda's aunt spank
or beat her bare tushy to teach her a lesson. She preferred to
use a hairbrush or a ping-pong paddle or something, I guess so
she wouldn't hurt her own hand.

Lynda's aunt would punish her till she was kicking up a fuss and
crying. Actually, Lynda confessed to us once that she knew her
aunt wanted to get a reaction, so she put on a show to get her to
stop, and it usually worked. Poor Lynda looked so embarrassed
afterwards, as she climbed off Auntie's lap and pulled up her
panties, with me and Debbie and Tommy watching in disbelief. I
don't know which was worse, getting the beating, or having her
friends there as an audience.

One time we saw Auntie get so mad at Lynda that she used a
bizarre substitution on her. She was seated on a chair in the
kitchen, and she had Lynda face-down across her lap, with her
panties down around her knees. Only this time there was no paddle
or brush within reach (it was probably in the den). She looked
around, and grabbed a stainless steel serving spoon that was in a
pot of soup simmering on the old wood stove. She proceeded to use
that to beat Lynda's ass. Campbell's Cream of Tomato was flying
all over the place as she punished Lynda's tail-end with the hot
utensil. It made a percussive sound every time it struck her
sweet cakes, reverberating around the kitchen... WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! Her bum cheeks jiggled a little bit every time the
big spoon hit home.

Then Auntie must have realized tomato soup was spattering on her
shiny linoleum floor. She flew into a rage, barking "NOW LOOK AT
THE MESS YOU MADE!" Her voice sounded like her throat was full of
gravel. (Stefan thinks she had nodes on her vocal cords.)

She went at Lynda's bare bum with a renewed enthusiasm, striking
the soft target hard and fast. Lynda's derriere was turning a
nasty shade of crimson, not to mention it was covered with orange
soup. She was covering her face with her hands now, whimpering,
and squirming like a caterpillar on a hot skillet. No doubt she
was trying to avoid getting hit too many times on the same spot,
as her bum got more sore and tender. That's when she played her
wild card, bursting into tears.

Auntie stopped beating her, satisfied by her sudden outburst that
she had learned her lesson, and she set the spoon down. There was
tomato soup all over Lynda's ass, and on the floor as well. Lynda
stopped crying as her aunt set her down on her feet. She looked
sheepish as we all watched her pull her panties up and straighten
her dress. Her aunt hadn't bothered washing the soup off her
tushy, so it would have to wait till bath time. Then she resumed
stirring the soup without bothering to rinse the serving spoon
off - Cream of Lynda's Derriere anyone?

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LITTLE DEBBIE & HER SISTERS

Debbie was the oldest of the four of us - a year older than my
brother Tommy, and two years older than Lynda and me. She had
brownish-red hair and hazel eyes, and freckles all over. She was
small for her age, and people often took her to be younger than
Lynda and me. That's why everyone called her "little Debbie",
even at school. In spite of her undersized stature, she was
usually the one who called the shots. It was little Debbie who
first suggested we should play doctor to get into Tommy's pants.

Debbie's parents were not typical, in that they both worked day
jobs. In those days most moms were homemakers. Debbie had three
older sisters, and a brother who had finished high school and
moved out. Her 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 came and went as she pleased.

Janet was the second youngest sister, four years older than
Debbie. She wore makeup, she smoked cigarettes, and she hung out
with boys who had cars. Now-a-days they might call her a
"prostitot". She liked telling us dirty jokes, even though we
hardly ever got the punch line because we didn't know the facts
of life yet. Sometimes she would explain it to us, which meant
telling us about sex. It all sounded complicated to us. I think
she enjoyed seeing the perplexed looks on our innocent faces.

Janet told us about having sex with boys. Sometimes she gave us
tips on dating - such as, always carry two condoms on a date, and
never get into a car with a stranger. Just guessing, but it might
have been Janet who first played doctor with little Debbie. I
don't think it was her two oldest sisters, since they wanted
nothing to do with us little kids.

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MUD PIES & SOAPY SURPRISE

One day Lynda told Debbie and me about the time she and Tommy
were making mud pies in her back yard. She gave us a play-by-play
description with all the gory details. They were mixing mud with
water in small aluminum pie plates, stirring them up with sticks.
Then they left them in the sun to harden. Lynda had mud all over
her - on her clothes, on her face, in her hair... even mud on her
teeth, from sampling her pies. So when her aunt came out to check
up on her, she got extremely irate and sent Tommy home. Then she
marched poor Lynda upstairs to the bathroom where she scrubbed
her mouth out with a large bar of Arm and Hammer laundry soap.
Lynda said it made her gag as her aunt shoved the bar of soap in
and out of her mouth. She had soapy suds in her mouth, causing
her to drool into the sink like a wild animal with rabies. I
guess it tasted something awful, and her mouth stung afterwards.

Her aunt's upstairs bathroom was like a time capsule from the
early twentieth century. The sink, toilet, and tub were original
porcelain fixtures. The wallpaper had turned yellow, and there
were lace curtains in the window. Towels were neatly folded over
the towel bars. Her aunt used an air freshener that smelled like
lilacs. There was a spare roll of tissue on the back of the
toilet, covered by a crocheted white poodle. The wooden toilet
seat lid had a matching white cover that offset the balance, so
it was always falling (more of an inconvenience for boys than for
girls).

Auntie sat on the edge of the claw-foot bathtub, as she stripped
off Lynda's muddy sneakers, socks, jeans, and tee-shirt, tossing
them into the laundry hamper. She then pulled Lynda's white
cotton panties down to her ankles, and Lynda stepped out of them.
Her aunt tossed them into the hamper as well, even though they
were probably the only piece of clothing that wasn't all muddy.
Then she lifted Lynda and positioned her across her lap,
face-down and stark naked.

Lynda was expecting a typical spanking or beating on her bottom.
Only this time her aunt had something more weird in mind. She
picked up the bar of laundry soap, which she had just scrubbed
Lynda's mouth with, and broke it in half. Then she broke the
halves into smaller pieces, and so on. Lynda saw her doing this,
and could only wonder what the heck she was up to. She had no
clue what a harsh and unusual punishment she had coming to her.

Lynda then felt her aunt's bony fingers poking between her
honey-cakes, prying them apart to expose her anus. I guess it was
pretty creepy. Then she felt her aunt applying a cool dab of
Vaseline to her puckered orifice with her finger, and smearing it
all over her pink rosebud. Then something hard and prickly was
pressing against her back there, and she realized it was a piece
of the bar of soap her aunt had broken into pieces. 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 jammed into her rear
cleavage. She tried to squeeze tighter with her rear orifice in
an effort to prevent entry, but her aunt only pressed down more
firmly, wearing down her resistance. Her sphincter soon got tired
from resisting, and her aunt wasn't backing off. Her bum-hole was
being forced to open up more and more, as the piece of soap
became wedged inside her anus... like a doorstop. As long as her
aunt kept applying pressure to it, the soap would continue to
wedge further inside her anus. Plus there was zero friction to
slow down it's progress, due to the slick coating of Vaseline on
her anus.

Lynda could feel the rough piece of soap scratching the inside
rim of her her pucker, as her aunt pushed it further inside her
bum, until it was past the half-way point. That's when Lynda
could no longer oppose it by squeezing with her anus. In fact,
now when she tightened her rectum, it would have the opposite
effect. By squeezing down on the outer half of the piece of soap
with her ring muscle, it was propelled forward more quickly...
disappearing inside her ass like it had been sucked into a black
hole. The soap caused a stinging sensation inside her bum.

This was not the first time Lynda had experienced anal
insertions. Her aunt used to give her enemas, usually just before
she took a bath, using a rubber hose that hooked up to the sink
faucet. Lynda showed it to us once. The hose was red, with a long
black nozzle on the business end that went up her bum, with the
help of some Vaseline. It looked evil to us, maybe because the
hose was red.

Her aunt would do this while sitting on the edge of the tub, with
Lynda draped face-down across her lap, naked and defenseless.
Even though enemas were never intended as a form of punishment,
Lynda REALLY dreaded this. The problem was, their old bathroom
sink had separate tap handles for hot and cold, with the water
coming out a single spout.

After Lynda's aunt had embedded the nozzle up her bum, she never
knew what to expect. If she was lucky, the water would hopefully
flow at a slow rate, and at a comfortable 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 then 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. Her aunt
wasn't very good at this.

If she was thinking clearly, Auntie would have turned on the cold
water first, then the hot water - but sometimes she got confused.
If she turned the hot water on first, and if it had recently been
running, it came out piping hot right away. Also the old taps
were stiff to turn, and if you turned the hot tap a little too
far, it went from a trickle to blasting out at full force. Poor
Lynda was draped across her aunt's lap, as relaxed as she could
be with an enema nozzle planted up her wazoo... as steaming hot
water was rushing through the hose toward her awaiting
posterior... blissfully unaware of the excruciating pain she was
about to feel inside her delicate rear orifice.

And no matter how soon her aunt got the cold water running, it
still took a relatively long time for it to travel the length of
hose, before relief would reach Lynda's upturned honey cakes.
Scalding water was already jetting through the nozzle into her
anal passage, hot enough to sterilize medical utensils. But she
wouldn't react immediately, because apparently it would take a
moment for it to register in her brain. The pain inside her
bum-hole was so sudden and so intense, she wasn't even sure if it
was hot or cold at first. Then the nerve endings in her bowels
informed her brain that her lower intestines were being cooked
alive, and the poor little girl was incapable of speech. All she
could do was scream her head off, as she felt her bowels being
parboiled to perfection. So, much like the U.S. cavalry, cool
water would arrive a little too late... after her asshole had
become a human hot water bottle.

I know exactly how that scream sounded, 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
wearing just a bath robe, while Lynda received her tushy
cleansing behind the closed door. After they were finished, I was
to join Lynda in the bathtub. So at first it was quiet in
there... Lynda would be assuming her position, face-down over
Auntie's lap, as she hooked up one end of the tube to the tap.
Then she would be greasing up the long black nozzle, and I guess
she would also grease up Lynda's anus with her finger.... then
Auntie would stick it way up Lynda's ass (so far, so good)...
Then I heard the water being turned on, and it made a hissing
sound as it filled the hose.... then it got quiet... and then I
heard Lynda's ear-piercing scream through the closed door, as
almost-boiling water started spurting through the nozzle into her
puckered bum-hole, and filling up her velvety pink colon.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

I wasn't expecting that, and it made my hair stand on end. I
didn't know what was happening in there, so I could only wonder
what the fuck her nasty aunt was doing to her THIS time! The
thing is, when her aunt turned on the hot water by mistake, she
was holding the nozzle in place with her other hand. All she had
to do was pull the nozzle out of her ass before the water reached
the end of the hose, and Lynda would have been spared the whole
ordeal. But NOOOOO! Her aunt was confused, and after she realized
what she had done, she focused her full attention on turning on
the cold water.... and all the while she was holding the nozzle
firmly in place in Lynda's helpless pucker, as scalding hot water
was flooding her rectum! I'd be screaming too if it was my ass...

By the time I got into the bathtub with Lynda, she had stopped
bawling, and was putting on her brave face. I hugged her, and
asked if she was okay, but she didn't want to talk about it.
After a while she let me scrub her back, and I tried to cheer her
up with a joke.

I said "So has anyone ever told you you have a hot ass?"

It was in bad taste, obviously, and she wasn't in the mood for
any jokes. She just turned around and glared at me.

I suppose Lynda's aunt grew up on the receiving end of enemas
herself, as they were once recommended as a healthy and
preventative treatment. This whole thing was completely foreign
to Tommy and me, as enemas were never given at our house. The
only time I got an enema was at the doctor's office (a real
doctor this time), when I had cramps from constipation. Okay,
I've gone off on another tangent, haven't I...

So anyway, even after the jagged piece of soap was securely
lodged inside Lynda's bum, her aunt continued pushing it forward
till her finger was in to the last knuckle. The soap was now
embedded deep in the dark softness of her colon. Her aunt
withdrew her finger, with a warning of "unspeakable consequences"
if Lynda allowed the soap to come out before she was given
permission to do so.

I guess it was pretty irritating in there, but Lynda
understandably did her best to hold it in by crossing her legs
and squeezing her butt-cheeks together. I'd have done the same
thing if it was me... she didn't want to know where this would go
if her aunt got any more pissed off. There was nothing to do but
lie there, naked and compliant, face-down and bum-up over her
aunt's lap... with her poor derriere vulnerable to any abuse
Auntie wanted to dish out. Lynda was at her mercy, only as you
might expect, there would be no mercy today.

A moment later, Lynda felt her peaches being pried apart yet
again. Her aunt placed a second piece of soap against her
star-shaped orifice, and pushed down on it. Her asshole was again
being flexed inward, making a concave shape... and the slippery
object felt unrelenting as it encouraged her tight orifice to
open up, to let it in.... like forcing a jagged pill into a
little puckered mouth that doesn't want it. Her aunt pressed down
on the soap, wedging it into her back door, forcing her pink anus
to open wider... And Lynda could feel it going in, in, in....
slipping past her sphincter muscle, and into the hot inner
chamber of her silky bowels... going as far up her ass as her
aunt's crooked finger could push it.

Poor Lynda was mortified as it dawned on her that her aunt was
planning to insert every last piece of that broken soap into her
tushy. She described to Debbie and me how helpless she felt....
lying there naked across her aunt's lap, with her sweet cheeks
pulled apart, as each piece of soap was pressed against her anus
and forced inside her... and then escorted further up her
ass-tunnel at the end of her aunt's boney finger. Auntie was in
such a strange mood that day, Lynda didn't have the nerve to go
into her crying routine. She just laid there patiently, letting
her aunt have her way with her posterior, hoping it would soon be
over.

Eventually there were no more pieces of soap left on the bathroom
counter, since they were all inside Lynda now. She could feel a
sickening irritation growing inside her, as the soap was
dissolving inside the warm dampness of her bowels. It was
irritating the sensitive tissue that lined her pristine colon.
She needed to shit it all out in the worst way. It took will
power to fight the urge to have a number two right then and
there, as she lay face-down across her aunt's lap. She had to
keep squeezing with her sphincter muscles, and she had to clench
her buttocks. I think it was her fear of her aunt's wrath that
enabled her to hold it in.

Lynda told us later: "It felt like my bum wanted to THROW UP!!!"
I was amazed she was able to hold it in for so long.

And after all she had been through, her aunt wasn't quite
finished with her yet. To top off her punishment, her aunt gave
her a series of stinging slaps across her fanny with the palm of
her hand... admonishing her in rhythm with the spanking....

"Don't - you - EVER - do - that - again - young - lady!!!" She
kept spanking Lynda's tail-end till her peaches felt raw.

Lynda said the spanking hurt pretty bad.... but she was even more
distracted by the irritation growing deep in her bowels from the
inserted pieces of soap... building up inside her like a ticking
time bomb getting ready to blow.

Finally Lynda's aunt gave her permission to relieve herself, so
she got down off her lap and scurried over to the toilet, still
wearing nothing. She sat on the seat, pushing down from her
diaphragm, trying to shit the soap out.... only now it didn't
want to come out. I'm guessing her sphincter muscles had gone
into a spasm, irritated by the soap, and the wear and tear in
general. Her sphincter muscles didn't want anything else to get
in there.

I mean, imagine that wad of soap chunks up inside the poor girl's
tushy-tube. It was bigger than the skinny little torpedoes her
bum was used to passing... plus it was an irritation to the
delicate membrane in there. This just wasn't Lynda's day. She sat
there patiently, till she felt things moving along at last.
Finally she was able to shit all the soap out. She said it felt a
lot better coming out than it 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 though, and she
would joke about it. Whenever we wanted to do something naughty,
she would sometimes say "I'll get a beating for sure if Auntie
catches us..." and then we would do it anyway.

   ***

IT'S OKAY I'M WITH THE BAND

I am now topping off my scotch on the rocks. The sun has gone
down, and things are cooling off a bit. I turned off the living
room lights so that people in the street can't see me walking
around half-naked. I'm turning up the radio... a little "Magic
Carpet Ride" to wake up the neighbors. Fuck 'em!

Now I'll tell you more about my boyfriend. Stefan's band is
probably playing their last set, and he'd better not be getting
lucky with some groupie tonight. I'm not naive. I know all too
fucking well how chicks and cougars hit on them, and I know how
the guys like to party after the gig. After all, that's sort of
how I met Stefan. Blues music makes women thirsty and horny, it's
a 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 the music. I was in awe of his tight red leather pants,
and I said "Are those painted on, or did you need a shoe horn to
get into them?" He came back with something like "I don't know,
but maybe you'd like to help me take them off." He made me laugh.

After the last set Stefan invited me up to his room. He cracked
open the mini-bar and offered me a drink. We proceeded to go
through several small bottles of booze, and we smoked some grass
as well. I was totally ripe for the picking. He took my hand and
we danced to a slow song on the radio. Then he sat down and
picked up his guitar, and started strumming chords along with
"American Woman". This was rapidly getting boring, so I sat
myself down on his lap, with my back towards him, to put an end
to his serenading.

He set his guitar down and slid his hand around my waist, and we
started necking. He was just about to go for my crotch when I
swiveled around to face him, with my legs straddling his. My
purple velvet cocktail dress was riding up, and I could feel his
hard-on underneath my ass. I was wearing panties, but no
pantyhose.

He reached under my dress with his hand, trying a second time to
get inside my panties... but I brushed his hand away like a
witch. As we kissed some more, I kept shifting around on his lap,
bouncing and rubbing against his leather-clad erection. He was
horny, and I was pretty sure I wanted to have sex with him that
night. Only I love to tease my lovers, and I was set on driving
him wild with desire first.

Eventually Stefan picked me up and carried me over to the bed,
staggering... the room was spinning! He set me down on the edge
of the bed, and we started making out again. He was pressing his
lips against mine so aggressively that I fell backwards onto the
bed, with my bare feet still planted on the carpeted floor.

He was crushing my lips with his, exploring my open mouth freely
with his tongue... licking over and under my tongue, behind my
teeth, tickling the roof of my mouth. It felt especially nice
when the tip of his tongue touched the tip of mine. He was the
explorer, I was the territory. I explored his mouth too, when he
gave me a chance.

Again I felt his hand groping beneath my cocktail dress, his
fingers attempting to pry under the elastic waistband of my
panties. It felt nice this time. So I decided that was enough
teasing for one night. I stretched my arms above my head to
signal my surrender, closing my eyes and moaning softly as he
plundered my mouth.

His fingers were inside my panties now, touching my mound (waxed
smooth except for a narrow patch of short hair down the center,
my landing strip). He pushed his hand further down so his fingers
were on the top of my slit (which was still closed). I felt his
finger pressing and rubbing, I guess he was looking for my
clitoris. His finger slid further down, rubbing my pussy lips,
prying his way inside... then his finger suddenly plunged inside
where I was wet, and I felt my lips spreading apart for him. Then
he was fingering my vagina, wiggling it deeper into my narrow
orifice, and it felt great! I opened my legs more, giving him the
green light.... and he rubbed my pussy harder, and worked a
second finger inside me, prying me open, making me wetter...

As he worked on my vulva, we continued French kissing (I call it
mouth sex). Our tongues wrestled in my mouth like a couple of
mating slugs, twisting and turning in each others juice.
Meanwhile, I slid my hand down between us to work his zipper
down, and unfasten the snap, opening the top of his red leather
pants....  then I reached inside his boxers and pulled out his
beautiful cock from the confines of it's prison, free at last. I
played with his dick as it stood firmly at attention, jerking it
the way guys have taught me over the years... surrounding it with
my thumb and fingers, gently jerking the foreskin up and down
over the shaft, keeping it loose so the foreskin slips between my
fingers... sometimes squeezing it more tightly, and tugging
harder on the skin, pulling it taught in both directions...
Always varying the pace, speeding up and slowing down... Sliding
my fingers up to the very top, then all the way down to the base,
then all the way up again, teasing the sensitive
strawberry-shaped gland, fingering the pool of early-bird semen
collecting in the mouth of his urethra... pushing down with my
fingertip like I'm trying to insert it, (no chance of it fitting
of course, unless you stretched the shit out of it with a pencil
or something, anything is possible - and why not? They seem to
like stretching OUR orifices)... I was thrilled to discover that
not only was he well-hung, he was circumcised too! (My apologies
to all you who prefer it uncut. I'm just not into foreskin - and
whatever it is that grows underneath it.)

Stefan was creatively playing with my pussy, like I was a musical
instrument. He was fingering my groove like a guitar, pressing on
my fret board, playing trills on my clitoris. He was finding all
my buttons and pressing them. He made me tingle inside, and
pretty soon I could feel my first orgasm approaching. I couldn't
have stopped it if I wanted to.

"Oh!... Oh Stefan!"

I bucked my hips upward to meet his touch, while my vulva
pulsated around his plunging fingers as he wiggled and twisted
them inside my slippery hole, my lower body vibrating with
drunken pleasure. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, as I
wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed tight, surfing the
cresting wave of my first orgasm of the evening. And he hadn't
even put his cock inside me yet! I became Stefan's latest groupie
that night. If I was wearing a backstage pass, it would have to
say "ACCESS TO ALL AREAS".

   ***

THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW

It was a warm day in June, and school was out for summer. Lynda
and little Debbie were hanging out on Debbie's front veranda, as
I arrived with Tommy. We played a game of hopscotch, with lines
drawn on the sidewalk with colored chalk, then we went back to
the shade of the veranda to drink cherry Kool-aid from plastic
tumblers. We all had red moustaches.

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

We all look at her, and then I ask "So.... how do you play?"

Debbie says "I'll show you. C'mon back to the little house." She
heads around the side of the house toward the backyard, with
Lynda, Tommy, and me in pursuit. We wait while Tommy stops for a
drink of water from the hose on the side of the house.

Now all this was staged for Tommy's benefit, as part of our
latest scheme for pulling his pants down. I didn't care if we
succeeded or not, it was purely for my girl friends' benefit.
Earlier that day he didn't feel like coming over to Debbie's
place, so I had to talk him into it. I guess I was selling him
out in a way, but hey, what are little sisters for anyway?

So we go back to the little house, which was an old guest cottage
in Debbie's back yard. They hadn't used it for guests in years,
and they didn't maintain it anymore. It needed paint, but it was
still useful as our playhouse. Debbie was the only one in her
family who used it now. Her sisters had all outgrown it.

There was a green couch in the center of the main room, with a
beat-up easy chair beside it. At one end of the room was a
kitchenette, with cupboards full of mismatched dishes. There was
also a bunk room and a bathroom. Boxes of toys and household junk
were stacked up here and there, and the air smelled musty and
dank.

Little Debbie says she'll be the doctor, and the rest of us can
take turns being the patient. She says Lynda will go first, then
me, and then Tommy. She wanted Tommy to go last so he'd be more
in the mood, after seeing Lynda and me with our panties pulled
down.

Debbie had dressed for the occasion in white shorts with a powder
blue top, tied in a knot so her belly was showing. She looked
very sexy. Lynda also dressed to look sexy, wearing a yellow
sleeveless sun dress with an elastic top, with bare shoulders.
They both looked quite attractive. I was wearing my blue tartan
skirt from school with a white short-sleeve blouse... and all of
us girls were wearing flip-flops (which we used to call "thongs"
before it was a skimpy bathing suit). Tommy was wearing blue
denim cut-offs with an army-green tank top, and no shoes. The
soles of his feet were filthy, but I knew the rest of him was
clean because we both had a bath the night before.

The top side of the back of the couch was wide enough that we
could lie down on it, so that was the examination table. Lynda
was blushing, her face almost as red as her cherry moustache, as
she climbed onto the couch and kicked off her thongs. She sat
with her legs dangling down the back, keeping her hands busy by
smoothing her yellow dress over the tops of her thighs.

Debbie was standing behind the couch (which was away from the
wall), as she instructed Lynda to "Jus' lie back and relax".

Tommy and I were on our knees on the seat cushions, side by side.
We watched as Lynda lifted up her bare feet and laid down on her
back, along the top of the couch. She appeared to be breathing
heavily. She was still flat chested (we all were), but her
nipples looked pointy under her yellow dress. None of us wore a
bra yet.

Little Debbie lifts Lynda's yellow dress up, and folds it over
above her belly. Lynda is wearing yellow panties, to match her
dress. The waist is pulled up high, so the crotch of her panties
are pinched between her legs, making a crease where her slit is.
Debbie slips her fingers underneath the elastic waistband, and
with a few tugs she pulls Lynda's panties down and takes them
off.

I can't help staring in amazement at Lynda's mound, with it's
wispy triangle of pale blonde pubic hair. I'm in shock because I
don't have any hair down there yet, and last time I saw her
naked, neither did she. Debbie was two years older than Lynda and
me, and even she had no pubic hair yet.

Debbie arranges Lynda's legs so that her knees are up, and she
spreads them apart in an open "V" shape. The early afternoon sun
is shining through the southern window, and a sunbeam is shining
directly on Lynda's vulva. Tommy gawks at her pussy like it's the
first time he's seen one of these babies, but of course this
isn't the case. He's seen mine many times at our house. Still,
I'm feeling jealous for some reason, seeing him take an interest
in my friend's goodies. It seems like she's always upstaging me
one way or another.

Little Debbie reaches into her back pocket and produces a twig.
She says "Time for your needle. This won't hurt a bit," which
isn't exactly true as it turns out.

Lynda lays an arm across her eyes, so she can't see what Debbie
is doing to her. Naked from the waist down, she looks like the
sacrificial virgin at the alter. Her labia is pink like a coral
sea shell, in contrast with the pale skin of her bikini area.

Debbie parts her slit with her fingers, and pokes a finger
inside. Her finger goes in to the first knuckle, and she wiggles
it around. She pushes it in a little further, like she's looking
for something, then takes it out. Maybe she was looking for
Lynda's hymen, but I don't think she would know about that yet. I
sure didn't.

Debbie puts the twig in her mouth to make it wet, then holds it
close to Lynda's crotch. She pries apart the lips that cover
Lynda's pee-hole, and rubs the tiny opening with her finger. Then
she aims the twig toward Lynda's pee hole, and without further
adieu she sticks it into the little hole...

"OOOW, OOOW!!!!..."  Lynda shrieks, with her body convulsing as
she tries to sit up, while clutching her wounded crotch with her
hands.

Debbie puts her hands on Lynda's shoulders, trying to calm her
down: "Oh come on, it's not that bad."

Lynda seems to want no further part of this game. Apparently it
DID hurt, just a tad, and she announces that she's going home.
She gets off the couch, straightening her dress, and she's
looking on the floor for her panties. I don't know what to say,
and Tommy looks like a deer in the headlights. So much for our
little game!

Debbie pleaded with Lynda, trying to placate her... "I'm sorry,
don't go yet. It's still your turn... I'm so sorry, I'll be more
careful, I, I promise..." She was practically stuttering.

It was not working, as Lynda pulled up her panties.

Debbie: "But after you it's Bethany's turn... and, and then it's
Tommy's turn..."

Lynda's eyes open wide at the mention of my brother's name... as
if she had forgotten about our plan, and she just remembered he's
the reason we're here.

Lynda: "Oh yeah, right."

She says nothing more, as she lifts her yellow dress and pulls
down her panties again, takes them off, then climbs back up on
the couch and lies down, without any encouragement... raising her
knees up, lifting up her dress... spreading her legs in a "V"
shape, same as before, as if nothing had happened. It was amazing
how the mention of my brother's name brought her back to her
senses.

So little Debbie picks up where she left off, by selecting a new
twig from the toy box. She wets it in her mouth to make it
slippery, then reaches down to open the hood on Lynda's cha-cha
with her fingers. She inserts the twig in her urethra, for the
second time today (only more gently this time), and it goes in a
tiny bit. This time there's no reaction from Lynda whatsoever.

Debbie: "So did it hurt that time?"

Lynda: "Actually... it kind of tickles."

Debbie: "So it doesn't hurt?"

Lynda: "No, not at all."

Debbie gets more confident, as she nudges the twig deeper in
Lynda's pee-hole, causing Lynda's legs to twitch involuntarily.
She presses down on the end of the stick with the tip of her
finger, urging it in deeper... then she takes her hand away and
it stays in place.

The twig is lodged in Lynda's urethra like a tiny flagpole in an
ant hill. It looks like it's too wide to fit in her little hole,
and yet there it is. Debbie pauses as we admire her handy work,
then she grabs the twig and pulls it out.

Now I'm thinking - Holy shit, I'm up next! I'm pretty sure I
don't want my pee-hole probed with a dirty twig, especially after
it was inside Lynda's dink. What about the germs?

Debbie: "Okay, now roll over."

Lynda: "Why, what are you gonna do to me now?"

Debbie: "No smart remarks from the patient... just turn over.
Doctor's orders." - with a convincing tone of medical authority.

Lynda knows exactly what's supposed to happen next, as do I.
She's just killing time. Knowing Lynda, she enjoys being the
center of attention. She props herself up on her elbows, with her
legs still spread in a "V" shape. She looks at Tommy, then at
Debbie and me, and we start giggling. Tommy is staring at Lynda's
crotch like he's entranced, and she seems to be in no hurry to
close her legs either. She stays like that for a moment, giving
my brother a nice - long - look. Lynda finally breaks the spell
by turning over.

Now she's lying on her belly, along the back of the green couch.
Her yellow sun dress has fallen down and is covering her ass.
Little Debbie lifts it up again, and folds it over her lower back
to expose her naked baby cakes.

Lynda's bikini area is snow white, surrounded by the remains of
last summer's tan. Her body is mostly hairless, except for that
patch of blonde pubes on her mound. Actually she has tiny blonde
hairs all over her, only they're so fine you have to get
macro-close to see them.

There's a Y-shaped crease at the top of her bum crack, and it
reminds me of a breast cleavage. Two curved creases define her
lower bum where thighs meet cheeks (shaped like a smile, like a
happy face). After a moment she stops squeezing the cheeks of her
ass together, so you can see her vulva from the rear. Below that
there's a diamond-shaped space between the tops of her thighs.

Debbie takes hold of Lynda's ankles and pulls her legs farther
apart. She tells her to "arch her back", so Lynda does this, and
it makes her ass point upward. It looks way more sexy. She's
can't clench her cheeks as easily in this position, so we can
partly see her anus without even spreading her sweet cheeks.

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

She places her hands on Lynda's sweet buns with her thumbs
aligned along the divide, and pries them apart to expose her
star-shaped orifice. A patch of slightly darker skin surrounds
her pucker in the shape of a teardrop, and her anus is pinkish in
color. Her derriere is as smooth as a baby's bum, except for the
goose bumps. She has one birthmark on her ass, a mole on her left
cheek. As I lean in closer, I can smell the rich dampness of her
anal valley. It's a sweet, earthy sort of odor, like the smell of
the forest after a summer shower... not at all unpleasant!

Debbie asks me if I'll be her assistant. She wants me to hold the
patient's cheeks apart for her. I nod yes, and feel my face
flushing as I place my hands on Lynda's soft peaches. Her chin is
resting on her folded arms, as I wedge my thumbs inside her bum
crack. The outside of her cheeks are cool to the touch, but the
skin in between feels warm. I guess that's why they take your
temperature there. I pry her cheeks apart, exposing her bum-hole
for inspection.

"Is that uncomfortable?" I ask.

Before Lynda can answer, Debbie chimes in: "Don't worry about
that Bethany, just spread 'em... as wide as you can."

I increase the pressure, now pressing closer to her anus with my
fingertips, as I spread her ass cheeks wide apart. So much so
that it distorts her pucker sideways, making it oval. Some of the
creases around her anus get smoothed out, and the skin between
her asshole and pussy is so taught that it forms a ridge going
across. There's a little cone-shaped hollow in the very center of
her rosebud now. The skin inside the center of her rosebud is a
slightly darker shade from the outer part, more reddish. (Sorry
if I'm sounding like an interior decorator here!)

Me: "It looks like a little mouth, puckering up for a kiss."

Little Debbie laughs. "You're right, it does! Who wants to kiss
it?"

Me: "Eeeew, gross!"

Debbie: "Want to kiss Lynda's ass Tommy? Now's your chance."

My brother looks back at Debbie with a blank stare, without
blinking. He looks like he might be thinking about it, so she
eggs him on...

Debbie: "Chicken... what are ya afraid of?"

Tommy: "Nothing."

Debbie: "Well then kiss her bum.... you know you want to."

He gets embarrassed, but after a moment he sort of leans forward,
hesitating half-way. He's looking at her butt at close range,
staring wide-eyed, but he's clearly uncomfortable with it.

Meanwhile, Debbie has walked around the couch so that she's
behind him. She puts her hand on the back of his head, and gently
pushes him forward...

"Don't think about it, just do it," she says.

Tommy wasn't expecting the push, and loses his balance, tipping
forward. He puts a hand on the couch to catch his balance.

Debbie: "Hurry up!"

Tommy leans down further and places his mouth on Lynda's right
bum cheek, giving it a little kiss.

Debbie is not satisfied. "No, no, no! You have to kiss it
there... right THERE..." and as she says this she gooses Lynda's
wide-stretched anus with her forefinger, forcing it to flex
inward. Lynda lets out a high pitched squeal, like only little
girls can.

Debbie places her hand on the back of Tommy's head again, urging
him forward, "Come on, we haven't got all day."

Eventually he acquiesced, bending down and placing his face
squarely in the center between Lynda's sweet-cheeks (with me
still holding them wide apart), and kissed her on the asshole. He
surrounded her pucker with his lips, and his cheeks went concave,
like it was a sucking type of kiss... impossible to know if it
involved his tongue, but it was a long kiss... and Lynda couldn't
stop laughing, like she was being tickled to death. He sealed it
with a smacking sound as he pulled his mouth away from her tushy.
I think he was showing off at this point.

Debbie: "Now was that so hard?"

Tommy says "No," as he returns to his original position on the
seat cushions, on his knees beside me, with a grin on his face.
Debbie steps back behind the couch to continue her examination of
Lynda. She sticks her hand in the toy box and picks out another
twig. Then she playfully pokes Lynda's tushy here and there with
it, all between the cheeks, poking all around her puckered
orifice without touching it. Sometimes Lynda's rosebud winks when
she touches close to it...

Debbie: "Spread 'em Bethany, a bit wider please." Apparently I
was slacking off.

Little Debbie then pokes the tip of her twig into the very center
of Lynda's pucker, like she's taking her temperature. The twig
goes in maybe half an inch. Lynda's anus flexes inward and grips
the twig, squeezing it. Debbie takes her hand away, and it stays
there, sticking out of Lynda's bum like a real thermometer. Then
she takes hold and pulls it out.

Debbie: "Hey Tommy... "

"What?"

"We need more twigs. Would you mind getting some from the
backyard? Look for smooth ones with round ends, not too rough...
and it's better if there's no bark."

Our neighborhood was full of big ancient hardwood trees, and
there had been some high winds recently. So there were lots of
branches and twigs littering the ground. Tommy goes out on his
errand, as Debbie confers with Lynda and me in hushed tones.

"You guys think Tommy's having fun?"

Me: "He's definitely having fun, can't you tell?"

Debbie: "What d'you think Lynda?"

Lynda: "I don't know... can't see him from here."

Debbie: "Well he's up next after you guys. I hope he doesn't get
bored and go home."

Me: "Don't worry he won't... he's having fun, trust me."

Debbie: "He looks nervous."

Me: "Yeah, well so am I... but I guarantee he'll stay. Just don't
do anything to scare him off."

Debbie: "Like what?"

Me: "I don't know.... just relax and act like we're having fun,
you know... Lynda you look really sexy, he can't take his eyes
off you."

Debbie: "Hey Lynda, you almost ruined everything. Don't freak out
like that, just relax."

Lynda: "Well it hurt my pee-hole, and I wasn't expecting it."

Debbie: "Okay, sorry about that... but just go along with it,
whatever we do. Pretend you like it no matter what."

Lynda: "Okay.... long as I get to play with Tommy's penis."

Debbie: "You will, I promise. Once we pull his pants down we're
gonna take turns playing doctor."

Me: "I don't care what you do to Tommy, but I don't want any
sticks going up my pee-hole."

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

Lynda: "Uuummmm... I don't really care, do whatever you want.
Long as I get to play with Tommy."

Debbie: "You guys, I'm excited! I wanna see the balloon dog." We
all laugh. "How'd you make it do that again, Bethany?"

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

Lynda: "You mean like Alladin's lamp."

Debbie laughs, "I heard if you rub the lamp long enough the genie
comes out."

Lynda and I both look at her, not sure what she meant.

Debbie: "Remember? Janet was saying how boys get all excited, and
sometimes that white stuff comes out?"

Tommy was just coming in the door.

Debbie: "Tell ya later..."

Tommy passes a handful of twigs to Debbie. She looks them over
and drops them in the shoebox - also known as "the toy box". She
chooses a twig and shows it to me. It's slightly thicker and
longer than the first one, and smooth with no bark. One end is
rounded. She gives me a wicked smile of approval, arching one
eyebrow.

I smile back, nervously. She looks like she's ready to continue
the examination, so I place my hands on Lynda's ass cheeks and
start spreading the news. Debbie rests her hand on her thigh,
holding the new twig like she's going to write with it....

Debbie: "Hey Tommy, got any spit?"

Tommy: "Why?" He was chewing bubble gum.

Debbie: "Spit on it for me."

Tommy: "Spit where?"

Debbie: "Right on her bum hole.... all the spit you got."

Tommy takes out his gum, snorts, and clears his throat crudely...
I'm holding her cheeks open. He leans in close and lets one
fly.... and it's right on the money.

Lynda: "Eeeeeeeew.... that's gross you guys!"

A foamy wad of saliva partially covers her asshole. Debbie stirs
the tip of her twig in the spit, and pushes down with it, but it
doesn't go in.

Debbie: "Try to relax, Lynda."

She keeps pressing the tip down through the spit, like she's
looking for the hole.... then the twig sinks in a little ways.
She changes the angle slightly and pushes it in further.
Apparently Tommy's spit makes a good lubricant.

After the twig goes about half-way in, Debbie plays with it,
twisting and wiggling it, and she's poking it in at different
angles... then she places a finger on the end of it and pushes.
It sinks another inch into Lynda's bum, and now there's not much
left to hold on to. Deb grips it between her fingers and pulls it
out... Lynda's o-ring lifts up as it comes out, till there's just
the tip of it left inside. Then she shoves it back in again,
pushing it in till it almost disappears.

I was getting nervous, thinking about my turn coming up. I still
couldn't believe we were actually doing this, after planning it
for weeks. I tried to imagine what it would be like lying there
with my panties pulled down in front of everyone. I just kept
telling myself, if Lynda can take it, I can take it. I wasn't
going to be the one to wimp out.

Debbie pulls the twig out of Lynda's bum... leaving a little
black hole in the center of her pink anus where the twig had
been. I'm still holding her cheeks apart. We watch as the little
hole closes up, but Debbie inserts the tip of the twig again, and
pushes it in till there's just a stub left sticking out. I'm
guessing there was three or four inches of twig in there, which
is plenty long for a little girl's bum-hole. Then Debbie pulls it
all the way out. Again there's a little dark hole left in the
center, and we all watch as it closes up again.

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I GET MINE

Debbie: "Okay next patient."

Lynda sits up and smoothes out her yellow cotton dress. She
slides down off the couch, pulls on her panties, and steps into
her flip-flops. Her long blonde hair is messy now, but it suits
her.

I climb up to take her place, and sit with my bare legs hanging
down the back of the couch. I'm still nervous, the butterflies
are fluttering around in my belly. Sort of like stage fright. I
imagine how stupid I'll look if I throw up now. Debbie takes off
my sandals for me, and lifts my feet up. I hug my knees up to my
chest.

Debbie: "Jus' lie back and relax, Bethany."

I can feel the heat in the fabric where Lynda's body had been. I
lie on my back with my legs straight out, ankles together, toes
pointing up. Lynda has taken my place on the seat cushions beside
Tommy, to watch the show.

So now I'm lying on the back of the green couch as Debbie lifts
up my blue tartan skirt, folding it over above my belly button.
They can see my panties now, and everything else from my belly on
down. I think about how Lynda looked lying there, and I decide
that she's my role model. I fold my arms across my chest the way
she did, and close my eyes, like a mummy. Debbie starts teasing
my mound with her finger (I'm completely hairless), tickling my
groove through the front of my panties... then she's wiggling her
finger between my thighs, tickling outside my pussy. It actually
feels kind of nice.

Then she's tugging at the elastic of my panties... pulling down
one side, then the other... I lift up my bum as she pulls them
down to my knees, then down over my feet... Now I'm naked from
the waist down. My instinct is to cover myself up, only I resist.
What's the use?

Debbie places her hands under my knees, bending my legs... then
she's pressing them apart, spreading my knees to form an open "V"
shape...

My privates aren't so private any more. The air feels cool on my
crotch, and I'm pretty sure I'm already moist down there. My
friends are looking at my vulva like they just pried open an
oyster... and I'm wondering if Lynda is more attractive now that
she has pubic hair.

Now Debbie is touching my slit and my ultra-sensitive button,
making me squirm. I feel her finger sliding down my groove, over
my pee-hole, going between my thighs... She slides her finger
down and up along my vulva, then back up past my urethra... then
she's touching my clitoris, massaging it.... then back down
across the entrance to my vagina again, and I'm tingling down
there.

I'm starting to enjoy all this attention now, as I think about my
friends and my brother watching as Debbie plays with my privates.
I feel so dirty, so naughty!  My adrenaline is pumping. I allow
my knees to fall wider apart, letting them see as much of my
vulva as they want. I don't feel shy anymore. The way Debbie is
touching me feels nice, and surely I'm getting wet down there...

Just when it's getting good, Debbie stops and tells me to roll
over onto my belly. And I think - Oh well, I'll have to finish
that later. I'm just relieved she didn't stick anything in my
pee-hole.

It's tricky rolling over, you could easily fall off the back of
the couch. I still feel embareassed... being naked in front of my
brother and my friends, but what could I do? I had agreed to play
this game, too late to turn back now!

So now I'm lying face-down, cradling my face in my hands, waiting
to see (or feel) what little Debbie is going to do to me next.

She lifts up my pleated skirt and folds it over my lower back,
exposing my bum to my small audience. She uncrosses my feet and
spreads my ankles farther apart. Then she starts squeezing and
kneading my legs, giving me a massage... starting at my calves
and working her way up, then rubbing my thighs, and she's
massaging my peaches....

Then I feel her fingers digging in between, pulling my cheeks
apart. I'm surprised how sensitive I am back there. My ass feels
so private and personal, and yet it's ticklish. I can feel the
skin inside my crevice being stretched out from the center...
being pulled taught from the sides like a canvas on a frame. Also
my vulva feels quite exposed in this position...

Debbie asks for an assistant, and my heart speeds up to hear
Tommy volunteering. I don't know why I was uncomfortable with
this, since we had touched each other in the bathtub. I feel his
hands on my bum... now he's spreading my cheeks... I think he's
more gentle about it than Debbie was with Lynda. He seems shy
when he's with my girl friends. I felt shy too, when I was
holding Lynda's peaches for Debbie... I felt like I was
trespassing, touching something I'm not supposed to.

Then to my horror Debbie asks my brother to spit inside my bum
crack, like he did to Lynda. I hear him chuckling to himself, as
if he's really enjoying it. He clears his throat as he pulls my
cheeks apart, then he spits.... It lands on my anus... He spits a
second time, and it feels warm and disgusting (his aim is good,
he gets lots of practice). It makes my skin crawl. Under any
other circumstances I'd never let his saliva get anywheres near
me!

Now little Debbie is poking around my tail-end with her twig
(hopefully a different one than she used on Lynda)... teasing up
and down the crevice between my cheeks, and tickling the
sensitive perimeter surrounding my anus. Eventually she's
tickling the outer edge of my tushy hole, without touching the
center of it. It's interesting how she teases me in a way that
builds up my anticipation.

She also pokes between my thighs with the twig, tickling and
teasing my vulva. She drags the tip of it up along my pussy
groove... she pokes around my pee-hole and around my clitoris
too. I'm not so concerned with her touching my urethra now as I
was. I feel I can trust her. I might not even mind it if she
stuck the twig in my pee-hole, if she was gentle. She drags the
stick up and down along my groove, going between my labia lips...

Debbie asks Tommy to spread my peaches more. I feel his fingers
digging in and pulling them wider apart... I feel tension on the
skin between my bum-cheeks, especially around my anus. It's a
nice sensation, having your ass cheeks pulled apart so the skin
is taught. It feels like she's not just exposing my anus, she's
stretching the skin inside the very center of my rear orifice...
coaxing it to turn inside out, like she wants to pull me open, so
everyone can look inside me...

I know that the girls and my brother can see the most intimate
details of my vulva and my exposed derriere, but I don't mind as
much I did earlier. Part of me wants to give them what they want,
to show them my secret parts. I think my exhibitionist side is
coming out.

Little Debbie is dragging the tip of the twig up the center of my
bum crack towards my anus, only at the last second she makes a
detour, going around it. I think she's doing this on purpose, to
make me crazy. Why is she keep avoiding my asshole? I arch my
back, raising my bum up when she gets close to my rosebud. I'm
curious to know what it feels like when she pokes the center of
my hole with her stick - and yet she won't do it! She keeps going
around it, poking everywhere else but there. I keep arching my
back, making myself accessible... while she keeps playing hard to
get.

Then I feel the twig graze across my anus, lightly, then it moves
away. Then it's back again, tickling around the edge... and
finally I feel it touching the center, pressing between my anal
lips, as she pushes the twig into my tushy-hole. It's an
interesting sensation - after she made me wait for it. Then the
takes it out. She is touching away from my pucker. She draws a
spiral with the twig, circling my anus, getting closer... then
it's tickling the edge of my anus... She's circling closer to the
center... I feel the tip of the twig probing down into the very
center of my hole, entering my ass. It's like she's scratching an
inner itch that was driving me crazy.

I feel the twig rooting around in my asshole. In my mind's eye I
try to picture what it looks like to the others (based on what
Lynda's bum looked like), with Tommy spreading my cheeks. It must
look quite obscene, and yet beautiful at the same time. (Looking
back, I was really quite beautiful as a child.)

As I lay there, face-down, I am amazed by how much sensation
there is inside my tail-end. I tighten my sphincter muscle around
the twig, gripping it as she slides it in and out, which
increases the friction, making it feel more intense. As she
probes the dark privacy of my rectum, I feel the end of the twig
poking into something. I feel a pricking sensation inside, and
there is resistance. Maybe my inner sphincter muscles are
tightening up to restrict access to my ass... creating an
obstacle course for the invading object as Debbie tries to push
it farther up my bum....

Debbie takes it out for a moment and Tommy lets go of my peaches.
I feel my ass and legs relaxing. I don't think she's finished
with me yet, or else she'd be telling me to get down.... Now
Tommy is spreading my honey cakes again, and I feel the stick
pressing against the center of my asshole. It goes in, and as she
probes me, I feel it catching on something, pricking me inside.
It all feels so invasive, so incredibly personal... nothing to do
but play along. I just hope she knows what she's doing. I am a
volunteer guinea pig in little Debbie's medical experiments.

Then I feel Debbie touching my vulva. She rubs my sugar plum, and
I feel a spark. She rubs along the crack of my vulva with her
thumb... she stops and presses, her thumb pushes apart my lips as
it slips inside me. I feel a sweet sensation up inside my pussy,
as she stirs her thumb in my juices, stimulating the nerves
wherever she touches. The muscles inside my pussy contract,
responding to her massage, and it feels heavenly! It's like my
pussy mouth is sucking on her thumb, as she massages the silky
pink tissue inside me, making me tingle, making me focus on my
vulva... And I'm wondering where she learned how to do this. Has
she been practicing on herself?

I feel an orgasm approaching... my face is buried in my hands and
my eyes are closed. I concentrate on the sensation between my
legs, and I don't care if I have an audience. My clitoris, my
pelvis, my vagina, are all flooded by a wave of pleasure... even
my asshole feels good. She's still holding the twig inside my
anus, sometimes moving it around, or in and out, and I feel my
bum-tube contracting whenever it moves, like my ass is sucking on
a lollipop... and I'm arching my back, making my bum stick out
farther. My body language is saying "Give me more!" Fireworks are
exploding inside my vulva and my pussy... then the tingling
subsides, and my clitoris feels ultra sensitive when she touches
it. I feel totally relaxed, not ready to get up. For the moment I
forget where I am.....

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

Me: "What?... I'm good."

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

I sit up and get into a kneeling position, with my plaid dress
still bunched up around my waist... I pull it down to cover up my
privates. Finally it's my brother's turn to be examined, the star
of the show.

I wondered why little Debbie had been so nice to me. She seemed
to go out of her way to make me tingle, and not just a little
bit, either. I didn't see her doing that for Lynda. I assume she
was rewarding me for my help in recruiting Tommy. If I hadn't
coaxed him, he might have been playing football, instead of
playing doctor with us.

I get down off the couch, rearranging my skirt. I'm in a good
mood, but I'm also relieved that my turn is over. I pick up my
panties and pull them on, and step into my flip-flops. My ass
feels itchy from all that probing, so I reach back and scratch
between my cheeks (pretending to rearrange the seat of my
panties) - something you wouldn't normally catch me doing in
front of my friends or my brother. Only no one is paying
attention to me now. I am ancient history. The girls are busy
watching Tommy, who is looking rather awkward as he climbs up
onto the back of the couch.

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(c) 2012 by Bethany Boh <b.boh@hushmail.com> I welcome feedback,
no matter how lascivious!

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See also, "Little Debbie Plays Doctor" - part 2:

http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Bethany_Boh/LITTLE_DEBBIE_PLA
YS_DOCTOR--Part_2.txt?nocache=TZziKmmglBHGGBJOtykn

And, "The Official Rules of Strip Twister":

http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Bethany_Boh/OFFICIAL%20RULES%
20OF%20STRIP%20TWISTER.txt?nocache=PVoXsHtovxfndjChFwsZ

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