LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 1 (c) 2013 by Bethany Boh (gsolo, gg, g+g, gb, MF, BJ, toys, exhib, oral, enema, anal) SYNOPSIS A scantily-clad author sips on a scotch as she types out her memoirs on a hot summer night. She is thinking about her carefree and curious childhood, when she was first discovering her perfect body. As a little girl, the author often saw her brother (Tommy) naked around their house. However her two best friends (little Debbie and Lynda) had never seen a boy naked, not even in pictures. And since the three girls sometimes hung out with the brother anyway, they wondered what it would take to get him to pull his pants down for them. What game could they play so they could check out his penis? They needed to come up with a plan... *** PROLOGUE It's Friday night. I'm wearing panties and nothing else. The windows are wide open and the ceiling fan is spinning like a Spitfire propeller, and it's still too fucking hot! I am 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 place, thinks it will dry out his vocal cords. He is currently out of town for the weekend on a gig with his blues band. Sometimes I go as their groupie, but 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 sex stories all weekend, so I hope Stefan is feeling amorous when he gets back. Till then, I'll be at the computer if anyone needs me. *** 1 - LAISSEZ-FAIRE IS EVERYWHERE If you ask me, parents are way too protective now-a-days. I don't have any kids myself, but some of my friends do, and they micro-manage them constantly. 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. As I recall, the only rules were don't play with matches, and don't cross the street, and probably we weren't supposed to talk to strangers. Other than that we were free to explore our world and devise 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 simple, and educational as well! Our house had three bedrooms. One was my parents', and one I had to share with my brother Tommy. The other one was used as an office. My brother and I slept in twin beds on opposite sides of the bedroom. We went to bed at the same time, and changed our clothes at the same time. So we thought nothing of seeing each other naked. Our mom gave us our bath together too. She found it convenient to leave us alone in the tub while she was off doing other chores. We got along pretty well most of the time. It was obvious to us that our bodies were different, and naturally we were curious about that. Sometimes we took turns washing each other in the tub, and at the same time we could check out each other'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 would play with myself till I was sleepy. It felt good to touch the parts of my body that our mom had told us NOT to touch. 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, in the darkness under the covers, 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 under the covers, with my knees raised, and my skinny thighs wide apart, and my flannel PJs pushed down around my ankles. It was warm in there, and I could smell my own pussy. With both hands on my mound, I was examining my tight little slit with my fingers. When I pressed on my pee hole I could feel it flex. I tried to stick a finger in there, but the little hole was way too small, even for my pinky. I liked how it felt when I was rubbing my pee-hole and that rubbery nib just above it at the same time. When I played with my pee hole, I could feel it up in my belly, as if I had to pee. And when I played with the little bump just above it, it felt good right there, inside my mound. But then when I rubbed them both at the same time, it woke up this funny tingling feeling that I had not felt before. The feeling was mostly concentrated in my crotch, but it also made me feel good all over. It occurred to me that my mom didn't want me touching myself so that I wouldn't discover this wonderful feeling. I got a bit of a thrill anytime I played with the crease that divided my crotch. And knowing that my mother would sternly disapprove made it all the more enjoyable. Touching my privates under the covers became a nightly ritual for me. First it made me feel amazing all over, and then I would feel so wonderfully relaxed, I would be asleep in no time. It was my sleeping pill. Later on I became rather curious about another mysterious area of my privates, my bum hole. I was lying on my back, again under the covers, and I pushed down my PJs. I kicked them off, so I could spread my legs wide apart with my knees pointing upwards. It made a warm tent under the covers. Reaching behind my back I touched my bottom with both hands. I played with my bum-cheeks, squeezing them like doughy loaves of bread, and wedging my fingers inside the crevice I pulled them apart. I felt a stretching sensation around my bum hole as I held my crack open, making the skin feel taught in between. When I touched my bum hole with my finger it tickled. I circled the edge of it, tracing over the symmetrical folds around my puckered hole. When I touched the center, it felt too small and too tight to fit even one finger, same as my pee hole. But then I was thinking about what came out of my bottom every day, and it was a lot bigger than a finger. So I figured my tight little bum hole could open up when it had a good reason to. Under the covers, I smelled my finger after tickling my bum. It was a curious smell, unique from other smelly parts of my body (i.e. my arm pits, my crotch, and my feet). I stuck my finger in my mouth and it tasted sort of bitter, but not half as bad as I expected. I reached behind and pressed on my bum hole again. This time my finger went in, probably because it was slippery with my spit. I could feel the circular muscle of my asshole gripping my finger as I wiggled it further inside my bum. Then I bent my finger, while rotating it to feel all around the inner rim of my hole. It felt hot in there, not to mention soft and moist, much like the inside of your mouth. With my finger I was examining the mysterious dark interior of my bum. At the same time, my bowels were very aware of the invasive presence of my finger. Another time I was under the covers, and letting my fingers "do the walking", when I noticed the furrow in my crotch was more relaxed after I had played with it for a while. When I spread my vulva lips apart, I could easily insert a finger. Then I inserted a second finger. When I wiggled my fingers and spread them apart, I could feel the stretchy interior of my vulva expand, creating a space between my fingers. I could feel the inside of my slit surrounding my fingers, almost clinging to them. On another occasion I was surprised to discover yet another interesting feature of my crotch. It felt like another hole, up inside the rear part of my slit. It was closed up tight, and almost as tight as my pee hole. I didn't know what to call it or what it was for, but I had discovered the entrance to my vagina. I had to wonder, why did my mom not want me to know about all this? So one night I was was playing with my crotch, massaging that sensitive bud at the front of my slit with one hand, while tickling inside my slit with the other hand... pulling my crotch lips apart so I could massage the soft moist interior of my pink hole with two fingers... stroking all the way back to that inside hole (my latest discovery)... and I was feeling really good. The tingling was increasing, as if electricity was humming through my pelvis. It felt especially intense toward the front of my mound, centered around my little rubbery nub. The experience was brief, lasting for just a moment, but it was so awesome. It was my first orgasm ever! 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 at bedtime. After my mom turned out the lights, I listened to my brother Tommy breathing from across the room. I waited for it 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 cocoon. Cupping one hand over my smooth mound, I massaged my slit. I rubbed back and forth, teasing the front of my furrow till it started to relax and open up, and I could fit a finger in there... Pretty soon it got moist, and my finger was sliding up and down 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 had happened. I was trying to do it the exact same way to recreate that feeling.... I slowly massaged my button while working further down 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 soon 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 I felt a soft explosion going off inside my pelvis. Soon after the feeling subsided, 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 orgasm in two days. I became obsessive with my playtime under the covers. And not only in bed, either. I was doing it at other times, and 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. If I was wearing pants I had to unsnap the front and pull down the zipper... or if I had a dress on, I'd just stick my hand underneath, and reach inside my tights, and down the front of my panties.... then I would touch my slit, and tickle myself there, poking my fingers inside, rubbing my clitoris, awakening the most magical sensation a little girl could experience. Sometimes it felt good enough just to massage my slit through my panties, scratching with my finger nails, teasing myself, before going inside to work directly on my vulva. It was all about starting slow and building it up. And it was always better when you did it with both hands... massaging my sugar plum with one hand while teasing the inside of my furrow with the other. I kept rubbing and scratching, poking and fingering, till my slit was wet and slippery with my own juice, and I could feel the tingling inside my magic button.... Then I kept rubbing myself, pressing a little harder, going a little faster... till voilą! I would have another orgasm. Sometimes I made myself come by squeezing a pillow between my thighs, while rotating my hips, and pressing against it with my pelvis. Or instead of a pillow, I could straddle the padded armrest of an easy chair or the couch, so that my pelvic mound was bearing the brunt of my weight. I would adjust the angle so that all my buttons were getting pushed... alternating from my clitoris to my labia, rocking the boat forward and back, forward and back, till the fireworks went off. I would 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 our den. I had on a short powder-blue skirt with a blouse, as I climbed up onto his lap. I had pulled up the waist of my white cotton panties higher than usual, so that the crotch was tight, wedging into my slit and up between my bum cheeks. Daddy was wearing a gray pinstripe suit with pleated pants, with his legs crossed. I sat on his lap with my back towards him, straddling his knee, riding his leg like a merry-go-round pony. Daddy's nose was buried in the newspaper, paying no attention to his bouncy young daughter. I knew exactly what I was doing, as I rocked back and forth, with my pelvis pressed against his leg under my weight. Pretty soon I felt the tingling start in my little-girl cunt, getting stronger and stronger... 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 to ride his knee. I just knew it was better than candy! I was having orgasms when I was about 7, though I didn't technically reach puberty till I was almost 12. That's when I grew some pubic hair, started getting my period, and wore a training bra... training my boobs to do what exactly, I don't know. To be honest, my masturbation technique hasn't changed much since that time. My basic approach to masturbation is almost the same, with a few variations - such as curling my finger up under the pubic bone to stimulate my G-spot. I learned that from a sex talk show on the radio. I've also masturbated with vibrators, and sometimes I like using household objects as sex toys. When I look around the house, I can see lots of things to have sex with... writing utensils, sports equipment, kitchen stuff, vacuum cleaner attachments, tools, balloons, bathroom stuff, discarded bottles... Many everyday things have a dual purpose if you just let your imagination run wild! I am a big fan of produce. I like fruit and veggies because they are way cheaper than sex store toys. Lots of veggies resemble a penis, or a vibrator, and they come in a variety of shapes and sizes. And as you know, variety is the spice of life, especially when it comes to sex. Another great thing about produce is that you can ditch the evidence when playtime is over. *** 2 - JUST SAY NO TO G.I. JOE Unfortunately for my brother Tommy, there were no boys his age in our neighborhood. He had friends at school, but they didn't live nearby, and we weren't allowed to cross the street. So Tommy often hung out with me and the girls after school or on weekends. Little Debbie lived just two houses away, and Lynda was three houses away, right next to Debbie. So the four of us were neighborhood friends, mostly because it was convenient. At first Lynda and Debbie didn't want to play with Tommy. They didn't tell him that, but they said up front that they weren't into little boy toys and games. If he wanted to hang with us, he had to play our little girl games. We played with Ken and Barbie dolls, dressing them up in cut little outfits... we played with my Easy Bake Oven... we skipped ropes, and played hop-scotch. Sometimes Lynda and Debbie acted like my brother wasn't there, talking only to each other or to me. I felt bad for him. In spite of their best efforts, Tommy still wanted to hang with us. Sometimes we played Truth-or-dare, and Lynda and Debbie would grill my brother with embarrassing personal questions. And they'd get him to do stupid things. They'd tell him to describe himself naked, or to describe how he goes to the toilet. They would press for details, and snicker as he stumbled through his answers. They made him kiss the floor, and suck his thumb. They made him cry like a baby, and stick his hand in the toilet. Tommy was a good sport about it, and in time they stopped picking on him. They grew to like him, and see him as one of the girls. As a consequence, my brother probably didn't get enough masculine influence during his formative years. 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 they are allowed to express their sensitive side. As far as I know he didn't turn out gay, but if he did I would 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 look at each other, then Debbie says "Cool! So do you ever get to, you know... see his penis?" I say, "Yeah, lots of times." Little Debbie: "You're so lucky! I never see boys bare-naked, not even my father! I only my sisters naked, and my mom... and you guys." Me: "Not your brother?" Debbie: "No. Anyway he moved out." Lynda: "Me too. I only see girls naked... and you guys, girls in my gym class... sometimes my auntie, but not my uncle." Lynda's aunt and uncle were her adopted parents. I never found out why Lynda's mother couldn't raise her. Maybe she had her when she was quite young, or maybe she had mental issues, or addictions or something. I heard she lived in a different town somewhere. Lynda sometimes talked about her real mother. She said she missed her a lot, but I never met her. So my two best friends had never set eyes on a boy's penis, not even in pictures. They were dying to see one for themselves. Since we were hanging out with my brother anyway, and because they thought he was cute, they wanted to 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 extra attention too. They would listen to my every word... so I kept telling them about Tommy and his amazing penis. 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 gross. It's like, the size of your arm." This 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 poole, 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 aunt was up to, but she never expected what was about to happen to her. Lynda felt her aunt's bony fingers poking between her sweet-cheeks, prying them apart. I guess it felt pretty creepy. Her aunt started applying Vaseline to her rosebud, and spreading it around with her finger. Then Lynda felt something hard and jagged pressing against her bum crack, and she soon realized it was a piece of the broken-up bar of soap. Not satisfied with scrubbing out Lynda's mouth, her aunt apparently wanted to scrub out her other end as well! Lynda winced as she felt the prickly piece of soap being pressed against her sensitive rear cleavage, not far from her little anus. She instinctively tried to clench her cheeks to protect her vulnerable orifice, but her aunt only pressed down harder, with a resolve you might not expect from a frail older woman in an apron. Lynda felt the rough edges of the slippery soap getting closer to her back door. Then it was pressing directly against her puckered orifice. She tried to squeeze with her sphincter muscles, to stop this rude offensive. But her aunt was pushing so firmly that it made her o-ring flex inward. And no matter how hard she squeezed, the slippery object was wedging its way further inside her bum-hole. Slowly but surely it was entering her pleated orifice. She had no choice but to accept this foreign object into her inner sanctum... Lynda was feeling so many sensations all at once: the sharp edges pricking against the inner rim of her tender pink anus, the feeling of being pried open like a raw oyster, and the acidic sting as the soap came into contact with the delicate mucous membranes inside her bottom... not to mention the feelings of humiliation and discomfort as the older woman forced her will on the young girl's body. It was almost unbearable! As her aunt continued shoving the angular piece of soap up her ass, it caused her puckered orifice to gape slightly, while continuing to squeeze her aunt's finger. At the same time her bowels convulsed angrily in an attempt to eject the offending object from the flimsy interior of her satiny rectum..... Even as Lynda felt the invading object going deeper inside her, she heard her aunt barking at her yet again: "Don't you dare fight me young lady! Maybe you'll learn your lesson this time!" Lynda mumbled something. Auntie: "What was that? I didn't hear you." Lynda: "Nothing..." Auntie: "Nothing? That's all you have to say for yourself?!! In case you haven't noticed, you are in no position to negotiate young lady. I am driving this bus, and I will make you wish you never got up this morning! Is that clear?" It was perfectly clear to Lynda that the jig was up. "I'm sorry Auntie... I didn't mean to..." "Be quiet girl!" says her aunt, cutting her off. You disrespected me when you chose to eat mud with your boy friend. Now you can accept your punishment and you will like it!" Auntie slapped her niece sharply across her bottom cheeks, which stung quite severely. "OOOOOWW!!!" "If you don't smarten up I will beat you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week!" Lynda knew she meant it, and it would not be the first time. "Y-yes... yes m'am." Lynda knew that her crying routine would only make things worse this time. She would just have to lie there and take whatever punishment her aunt wanted to dish out. This was not going to be pleasant. Lynda was done resisting. She tried to relax her body, especially the muscles in her nether region. She could feel her aunt spreading her doughy bum cheeks, stretching them apart, as she inserted yet another jagged fragment of laundry soap with her finger. The sharp edges bit the rim of her anus, and distressed the sensitive lining of her lower colon. Lynda inhaled and held her breath, with her eyes closed. Her besieged rosebud received the second piece of soap, as her aunt rammed it inside her like a spiny suppository. Her bum-hole had no choice but to swallow it's medicine. *** 7 - WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU, WHO NEEDS ENEMAS? Although Lynda's punishment was extreme, it was not the first time she had been subjected to anal insertions at home. Sometimes her aunt gave her an enema before her bath. 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 was the part that went inside the patient's bum-hole. 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 ritual. Complete cooperation was the only way to get it over with. Even though it wasn't intended to be a form of punishment, Lynda dreaded an enema 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 in her bum, Lynda never knew what to expect. If she was lucky, the water would flow at a slow rate, and hopefully 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 when the water started flowing. At the same time she had to reach 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. If 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 could 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 hot water entering her delicate colon. And no matter how quickly 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 before she could react. As the nerves inside her colon sent the message to her brain saying her lower intestines were overheating, there was that mental delay before she could let her aunt know 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 was staying 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 old fashioned claw-foot bathtub. So at first all was quiet in the bathroom. 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. Then she would grease up Lynda's tushy-hole with her finger... then she would insert the nozzle, and hold it securely in Lynda's bum as she turned on the water with her other hand.... I could hear the water running, and making a hissing sound as it flowed down the hose towards Lynda's awaiting tushy. I heard Lynda gasp, then I heard the ear-piercing scream, as searing hot water was flowing into Lynda's healthy pink colon. It scared the shit out of me! "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" I was not ready for that. It made my hair stand on end. I could only wonder what horrible thing her 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 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 Lynda was screaming her head off. I could imagine her aunt holding the enema nozzle in place, not allowing the poor girl to release the scalding hot water till she was sitting on the toilet. She wouldn't want to mess up her clean linoleum floor! Lynda had stopped crying by the time I stepped into the bathtub to join her. She was showing 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 wash cloth, but if I got too close to her bum, she would turn around to face me. She didn't want me getting anywhere near her abused tushy. After we got in bed that night, I tried to cheer Lynda up. I said, "Has anyone ever said you have a really hot ass?" Lynda just glared at me, without blinking. She 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 got enemas at my 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 it! *** 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." I don't get it and neither does Lynda. Debbie: "Remember? When Janet said boys get 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, right there..." Tommy takes out his gum. He snorts and clears his throat... I'm pulling Lynda's glutes wide part, an easy target... he leans closer and lets one fly.... "Eeeeeeeew, gross!" wails Lynda. A foamy blob of saliva now adorns her bum crack. Debbie pushes the twig into the spit, poking here and there, looking for the center of Lynda's asshole. Soon she finds it, and the stick goes in.... she keeps pushing on it, it sinks in deeper. Tommy's spit makes a nice lubricant! Deb has pushed it half-way in, and now she is playing with it... twisting it, jiggling it, trying different angles.... Then with her finger on the end of the stick, she shoves it in till it almost disappears. She leaves it there, and we just look at it for a second. There's just the tip of the twig peeking out of her hole. Her anus appears to be squeezing it, flexing around it... Debbie pinches the twig between her fingertips and pulls it out. The cone-shaped hollow in Lynda's anus has gotten bigger, more open... and you can see inside now, a little bit... Little Debbie works the end of the twig into the hollow again, pushing it into Lynda's bum-cavity. It's three or four inches long (plenty long for a little girl), and I can't help thinking it's going to disappear one of these times, and it'll be stuck in there... I'm also getting a little nervous thinking about my turn coming up. I'm wondering what it's going to be like, to be lying there as Debbie pulls my panties down, while the others watch. Then I'm thinking, if Lynda can do this so can I... only she had better not stick it in my pee-hole! I'm still spreading Lynda's honey-buns. Her bum is fun to squeeze. Her cheeks feel so soft and spongy in my fingers, like white play dough.... and I like pulling them apart. It's like I'm splitting a loaf of bread. You can see how it stretches the skin in her crack, making it tighter. The skin is all connected, so it affects her anus too. When I'm pulling her butt cheeks apart, it also puts pressure on her asshole. It causes her sphincter lips to open up a bit more. And it makes the crinkles around her pucker go smooth. It also creates that cone-shaped hollow in the center of her hole, like a tiny pink volcano. Perfect for inserting things up her bum... Debbie pulls the twig out, as we try to look into the little dark hole in the middle... She pushes it back in, filling the hole. Then she starts pulling it out and shoving it in repeatedly, driving it in... as Lynda lies there on her belly, on top of the couch, still arching her back... so that her fanny is raised up, with her exposed orifice vulnerable to the relentless abuse.... She lifts her head up suddenly, making a weird face, wincing, as if maybe it hurts... but she keeps her eyes shut and doesn't say anything. As I am holding Lynda's cheeks apart, it's obvious the funnel shape in her anus is getting wider, and more flared. Lynda can no longer clench with her sphincter muscles. We have worn down her resistance, to the point where her asshole just stays open. Her bum lips are tired, and parted, pronouncing the "oh" shape... Debbie giggles as she continues fucking Lynda's bum with the stick... I guess it was kind of funny in a way. Then she pulls it out for the last time. We watch as the little dark hole in the center 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-hole feels good. Tommy holds my sweet-cheeks apart, as Lynda continues fucking my ass with the stick, plunging it in and pulling it out, and rotating it... I gave up trying to tighten my anus long ago. Now I am relaxed, and they can do whatever they want without any resistance from my exhausted sphincter muscles... my bottom is an open house... I lose myself in my orgasm, as the fireworks go off in my clitoris, and my pussy... my body language has to be giving me away now. Surely they realize that I'm coming... either that, or maybe they think I am in pain... After a moment the tingling subsides, and my entire body relaxes. I stop arching my back, collapsing flat on my belly. My magic button feels ultra-sensitive now, and I wish Debbie would stop touching me there! What felt so wonderful earlier now feels irritating.... Lynda is still working the stick around inside my bum, but she's slowing down, probably knows I've run out of steam. Then she takes the twig out, and Tommy lets go of my cupcakes, allowing them to close again finally... Debbie: "How you doin' Bethany? You're awful quiet." Me: "Hey, I'm doing good," opening my eyes to look at her, still in a daze. Debbie: "Well you look healthy to me. You can get down now, it's Tommy's turn." I sat up with my plaid dress bunched around my waist. I slid off the back of the couch, while rearranging my skirt to cover up. I picked up my panties and pulled them on, and stepped into my sandals. I felt slightly embarrassed, but generally I was in a very good mood. It seemed to me little Debbie had given me the special treatment. She had gone out of her way to make me feel good. I didn't see her treating Lynda so nicely. Maybe she was rewarding me for helping them recruit my brother. If it wasn't for me, he could be playing football all afternoon, instead of playing doctor in the little house. I felt good about what had just happened to me, but I was also relieved that my turn was over. My asshole felt itchy from all that stretching and probing, so I reached back to scratch myself, while pretending to rearrange my panties. I almost never did 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 onto the back of the green examination couch... *** (c) 2013 by Bethany Boh - email: bethanyb.2017@protonmail.com Thank you for reading... If you made it through this one, I have two others on ASSTR: "Little Debbie Plays Doctor, part 2", and "The Official Rules of Strip Twister" You can find the latest revisions at: /files/Authors/Bethany_Boh Or via FTP at: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Bethany_Boh ***