LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 2

(c) 2013 by Bethany Boh

(gg, g+g, gb, g+b, toys, veg, exhib, reluc, oral, anal)

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PROLOGUE

Well I've been busy as a beaver, typing out more memoirs about my
adventurous childhood. Previously in part 1, my friends Lynda and
Debbie, and my brother Tommy and I, had been playing doctor in
the "little house". Lynda and I took our turns being the patient.
Debbie examined us front and back, and gave us our needles. Tommy
got to watch, but it would soon be his turn. After all, pulling
his pants down was the whole point of this game.

In part two, the first story is where I come clean about a
certain ménage à trois in our bathtub, when Lynda came for a
sleep-over... Then we return to the little house, where Tommy
gets to be the patient. For Debbie and Lynda, it was their first
close encounter of the penis kind... And in the last story, I
describe a bizarre encounter with two older girls in a dark
stairwell in the church parking lot. I was surprised to learn
that they too liked to play doctor, only they had their own
unique approach.

We take you now to our house, where it is bath time...

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1 - RUB-A-DUB-DUB

It was about 7:00 p.m. on a Saturday evening. Lynda was with me
in my parents' bedroom, trying on an old dress I said she could
have. She was admiring herself in the mirror when my mom yells up
the stairs...

"Bethany, Tommy, get ready for your bath! You too Lynda!"

Lynda's face lit up when she realized she would be joining my
brother and me in the bathtub. My mother came upstairs to fill
the tub and set out fresh bath towels.

Then she was barking at us again: "Stop dawdling and get in the
tub before it cools off! And don't get any water on the floor or
you can mop it up yourselves! Keep this door shut so you don't
steam up the house. I'll be downstairs, call me if you need
anything."

And with that she disappeared down the stairs.

Since Tommy and I slept in the same bedroom, my mom thought Lynda
might like some privacy taking off her clothes. So she had Tommy
change in the bedroom he and I shared, while Lynda and I changed
in my parents' bedroom. It was stupid really, because we'd all
end up naked in the tub anyway, but our mom always had a thing
for protocol.

Tommy was already soaking in the shallow end when Lynda and I
entered the bathroom with our fluffy bath towels wrapped around
us. Lynda's eyes sparkled as she looked down at Tommy, reclining
with his arms resting on the rim of the tub. In honor of our
guest, my mom had added a copious amount of bubble bath. A thick
pile of suds covered the surface of the water, concealing most of
my brother's body (including his penis) from view. You could just
see his kneecaps sticking out above the foam, spread wide apart.

The bubble bath smelled sweet, filling the steamy air with the
aroma of pink bubble gum. I tossed my towel onto the chair and
stepped into the tub, sitting down in the middle with my back
close to the soap dish. Lynda hesitated as Tommy and I watched,
clutching her towel around her as if she was cold, and shy. But
then she spun around, whipping the towel off and flinging it onto
the chair with mine. Her honey-blonde hair draped over her
shoulders, and the curve of her naked back looked wholesome and
perfect. Tommy was eying her pale white bum, cheeks clenched as
she was facing away from us.

Then Lynda turns toward us, as Tommy's gaze migrates to her
crotch. I was admiring the fuzzy blonde triangle on her mound,
and I liked how the hair didn't grow close to her slit. (I was
still completely hairless down there myself.) Her thighs parted
as she tested the water with one foot, allowing us a brief glance
at her pink vulva. Lynda had no visible hair between her thighs,
or anywhere on her legs. She had lots of tiny blonde hairs, but
they were so fine they were invisible.

She inhales loudly as she eases her tushy into the hot water. Her
breasts appeared to be more fleshy than the last time I saw her
naked (not that she'd be needing a bra anytime soon). Her
aureolas were wider than mine, and the tips of her crimson
nipples were erect and pointy. Also she had goose bumps. Lynda
sat in the deep end with her back toward the taps.

Mom had filled the bath deeper than usual, and it was even deeper
with 3 young bodies sitting in it. The water was about as hot as
you could stand it. Getting in had been painful, as the hot water
greeted the sensitive parts, like my vulva! I sat in the middle,
with the water just covering my breasts (or lack thereof). So our
bodies were mostly hidden from each other's view. Bubbles clung
to Lynda's nipples and chest like sea foam at the beach, as a
yellow rubber duck drifted toward her.

The bathroom window was open a crack, letting some steam escape.
We were all flushed from the heat and our skin pores were wide
open. Our faces glowed, as if we were deeply embarrassed, or as
if we had put on rouge makeup to look like clowns. We weren't
talking, so it was quiet, with just the sound of water gurgling
down the overflow. Somewhere in the distance a lonely train
whistle blew a chord.

As an adult, taking a hot bath still gets me aroused, as it did
when I was a little girl. Back then I got aroused because I
wasn't alone in the bath, and because we were naked, and because
I liked to secretly play with myself underwater. And when it was
just Tommy and me in the bath, we sometimes washed each other,
which meant we got to touch each other's privates. And besides
all that, there's just something sensual about soaking up the
heat - whether you're in a hot bath, or baking in a sauna, or
soaking up the sun - it makes you feel sexy.

So anyway, I was touching my pussy. Lynda and Tommy couldn't see
what my hands were doing underwater, and for all I knew, maybe
they were touching themselves as well.

Lynda: "Do you guys always get a bubble bath?"

Me: "No, it's just 'cause you're here."

Lynda: "Lucky me, I feel like a queen."

Me: "If you're a queen then I'm just a princess."

Lynda: "What are you Tommy?"

Tommy: "Me? I'm just a waiter. I'll take your orders now."

Lynda and I laugh, and she says "Then I order you to rub the
queen's feet."

Lynda leans back, resting on her elbows, and stretching her legs
out so they cross over my legs, with her feet close to Tommy on
my right. I can feel the soft backs of her thighs touching the
tops of my legs, which are folded.

Tommy: "I'll rub yours if you rub mine."

Lynda: "Maybe... but first you have to please the queen."

Tommy: "Yes... your majesty."

Lynda giggles, sinking lower in the water with her body
horizontal and her feet in my brother's crotch. Tommy starts
massaging her foot. I can feel her peaches pressing against my
left leg.

Me: "They don't make these bathtubs big enough."

Tommy: "What we need is a hot tub."

Lynda: "This IS a hot tub."

Tommy: "Good point... your majesty."

I'm just soaking quietly, and toying with my pussy. I place my
left hand on Lynda's right thigh underwater. Her skin feels
slippery and hot. I slide my hand up her leg and across her hip,
sticking a finger in her bellybutton. She doesn't react, but it's
fun to tease her where Tommy can't see...

So then I reach farther to my left, to tickle Lynda's arm pit.
This time she reacts by twisting her upper body... I poke her in
the ribs, making her squirm... I finger her belly button again...
then I reach out to her soft inner thigh, scratching the skin
lightly with my nails, edging closer to her crotch. I can feel
the crease on the side of her delta where her thigh meets her
mound. I slip my fingers between her legs to finger her tightly
pursed furrow... sliding down along her labia, till I'm touching
the fleshy cheek of her fanny... my fingers find her rear
cleavage, creeping between her buns, looking for her hidden
rosebud...

Her anus feels soft and warm, folded against itself in her
crease, hidden in her valley. I press there with my fingertip.
Lynda's malleable pucker sinks inward under pressure, while
parting slightly, as if kissing the end of my finger. Still
pressing I wriggle my finger, and her buttonhole flares wider,
allowing my finger to advance a bit (still less than a
quarter-inch inside her).

Lynda looks so peaceful and relaxed, like she's completely
engrossed in Tommy's massage. She doesn't give a hoot about what
I'm doing to her in the murky depths. Either she is totally
distracted by my brother, or she is ignoring me, which is
annoying.

It seems her tight little anus has gotten used to the presence of
my finger, pressing against it. I don't feel much resistance, and
my fingertip is already inside the puckered lips of her anus.
Maybe she's more relaxed from soaking in the hot bath. Or maybe
her tushy-hole is stretched a bit from when we were sticking
things in there. It definitely doesn't feel as tight as the first
time we played doctor in the little house.

So then I'm thinking, it would be so easy to goose my finger
right up there... and so I do just that. I lean forward, so my
left hand is at a better angle, and push with my finger. I push
hard, using my whole arm.... I feel her pleated o-ring parting as
my finger barges inside her bum like a home invasion. I feel her
elastic orifice squeezing my finger, as it sinks in past the
first knuckle, and the second knuckle... and in to the third
knuckle, all in the wink of an eye. And with no lubrication other
than the soapy bath water, and maybe some sweat in her cleavage.
Lynda lets out a high pitched squeal....

"AAAEEEEEEEEE!"

I watch as her expression changes from a look of bliss to one of
shock and awe, with her eyes open wide... She turns her head to
stare at me in disbelief, with her mouth agape. I really had her
attention now!

I couldn't keep a straight face. First I was smiling at her, then
laughing out loud, meeting her gaze of bewilderment with my gaze
of amusement. She jolted partly upright, and attempted to close
her legs, while splashing some water on the floor. She was
clenching her sweet cheeks too, with my hand clamped in-between.
But I wasn't ready to let her off the hook, not just yet.

I kept pressing into her bum valley with my hand, keeping my
finger up her ass with all the force I could muster, while
wagging it around in all directions. I felt the hot pliable
membrane of her bowels surrounding my finger, moving with it,
flexing every which way, as I did my best to stir things up
inside her bottom.

Lynda soon got over the initial surprise and cracked a smile. She
was giggling, still squirming and splashing.... as I continued to
assault her with my finger, twisting it around in her bum like a
snake panicking in a trap.

Tommy had stopped massaging Lynda's feet. He was watching us
frolic and splash, and smiling. He was squeezing the rubber duck,
making it squeek. It probably looked to him like the girls were
having a tickle fight. And he'd be right - only he couldn't see
underwater, so he had no clue where my finger was tickling her.

So then I pull my finger out, and Lynda settles down. She
reclines back in the water again, with just her head and
shoulders showing above the frothy water, near the taps.

Tommy: "You girls heard what Mom said, now you have to mop the
floor."

Lynda: "I'll do it. I did all the splashing."

Me: "No big deal. We just use our towels after we dry off."

Tommy goes back to massaging Lynda's feet. I set both hands on
the top of her right thigh and start massaging her there, just
below her hip. I can't resist touching her. She's lying right
across my lap, naked, in a bath tub...

I slide my fingers down along her tight furrow, pressing and
rubbing, urging her lips to separate. I work my way back up, till
I'm tickling the top of her crease... then I work my way down
again, till I feel her labia lips separating. I massage deeper
with both hands, prying apart the halves of her pre-pubescent
fruit. She feels warm and wet inside, as I press deeper with my
right hand, swishing two fingers around in the outer chamber of
her slippery orifice.

Meanwhile I move my left hand to the base of Lynda's pelvis, to
play with her hood, pulling it back to expose her clitoris. I
feel her tiny sugarplum under my fingertip, a little nub in the
pocket, rubbery and stiff. With my finger on the trigger, I
massage it, working it back and forth, and in little circles,
knowing how it would feel if I was doing it to myself.

Lynda's body flinches. She's ticklish down there. I'm not sure if
she's getting off on it though. Makes me want to dig deeper, to
goose the tiny opening at the rear of her vulva. I watch her face
as I press there with my finger, but her expression doesn't
change. She's flirting with Tommy, enjoying the way he's
manipulating her feet and playing with her toes. He's enjoying
himself too. He works on one foot at a time, so I'm thinking her
other foot is in his crotch, her toes tickling his cock...

At some point he starts doing the Little Piggie routine with her
toes, the way our mother did it to us when we were babies,
verbatim.

"This little piggie went to market, this little piggie stayed
home..."

Now my left hand is working on Lynda's pussy underwater, while my
right hand plays with my own. Two vulvas in the synchronized
swimming event. The inside of her vulva feels like a mouth
sucking on my fingers, all warm and soft and slippery,
surrounding them like candy.... and my own coochy enjoys whatever
my right hand does to it, any old time.

Lynda peers at Tommy through dreamy half-closed eyelids, as the
massage continues. Between Tommy and me she's getting a hell of a
workout here. She's happy, her cheeks are bright red, her mouth
lips look puffy and are slightly parted, very kissable... Tommy
holds her foot while he massages it. Her toes appear to be
floating among the bubbles, like a row of pink buoys, or
miniature penises, all in a row.

With my left forefinger I am rubbing that tight inner orifice at
the rear of Lynda's vulva (her vagina, though I didn't know what
to call it.) I push on it with a pulse, coaxing it to open,
trying to push my finger inside. At the same time, I am mimicking
my left hand with my right, applying the exact same treatment to
myself - only my finger slips inside mine easier than hers (it's
not my first time).

As I continue stroking Lynda's pussy with my forefinger, I can
reach her perineum with my middle finger. I only have to spread
my fingers an inch, and I am at the start of her bum crack. I
work a finger between her peaches to find her puckered rosebud
again. I press on it, feeling her bum-lips flex and mold to the
shape of my finger. I keep pushing, as her anus surrounds my
fingertip and my finger enters her tushy... sliding past her
clinging o-ring, searching her anal cavity. Once my finger is in
past her asshole, there is hardly any resistance. Her orifice is
more relaxed from my previous insertion. My index finger has made
less progress entering her vagina, but I've got my fingertip in,
and now I am moving both fingers in tandem, like a pulse -
push... push... push....

I'm working on myself with my right hand in mirror image, only
the progress of my fingers is reversed. The mouth of my own
vagina is more relaxed than hers, and it welcomes the familiar
pleasure that my forefinger brings. My pucker however feels
tighter than Lynda's, as I try to reacquaint it with my middle
finger. No one has inserted anything there lately, not even me.

Sorry if I'm dragging this story out too long. It wasn't a three
hour bath. It's just that I keep remembering all these
impressions and moments. They say it takes 1000 words to describe
a picture. I'll probably revise it later, and cut half of this
shit out.

So then I put my left hand on Lynda's chest, just below the
surface of the water. Her child breasts feel soft and cushy. I
pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger. It feels meaty and
a bit swollen, from the hot water I suppose. I pull on her tit
playfully, stretching it out. She doesn't seem to notice. I pull
it further, elongating her poor nipple till it slips free,
snapping back into shape.

I drop my left hand to touch her pussy again, rubbing my finger
up and down her groove, dragging my fingertip across her firm
little bud each time, before plunging into the parting mouth of
her vulva. She hardly reacts. She just blinks a couple of times,
in a way that tells me Lshe felt it.

Meanwhile, I am still toying with my own pussy with my right
hand. I rub 2 fingers up and down my crease, paying attention to
my magic button each time. I'm starting to tingle and it feels
wonderful, but I also want to make Lynda feel good at the same
time.

Suddenly she kicks, splashing water on the floor, and shouts
"Hey, that tickles!" Sadly I know she's talking to Tommy, not me.
He can still get more of a reaction than I can.

I feel Lynda's groove widen slightly as two fingers enter her
coral interior, although it still takes some effort...

Lynda: "Okay the queen is pleased. I'll massage your feet now."

Lynda spreads her legs apart to make room for Tommy's feet, as he
places them between her thighs. I happen to remove my hand from
her crotch just in time, as he jams one foot hard aground into
her vulva (which is now open thanks to me), catching her off
guard. Her body jerks spastically, making a splash, and she
squeals...

"Aaaaahhh! Not there!"

Then in a quieter voice: "You're such an idiot. Just give me your
foot. In my hands this time."

Tommy is in hysterics, laughing. She takes hold of his foot and
starts rubbing the sole with her thumbs.

Looking embarrassed now, she says: "I've had waiters beheaded for
less."

Tommy: "Sorry your highness. I don't have my glasses on."

Lynda: "You don't wear glasses... peasant."

As they worked on each other's feet at their respective ends of
the tub, I was in the middle with my fingers on the pulse. I
don't know about Lynda, but this was working for me! The tingling
was getting more and more intense, as I felt an orgasm coming on.
Fireworks started going off, and I could hear music in my head,
like a dream...

I open my eyes. I glance at Lynda's face as I remove my hand from
her beaver, not sure if she enjoyed it or not. I'm looking for a
sign, anything to indicate whether she enjoyed my subaquatic
touching. I wonder if maybe she didn't feel it like I did...

Lynda gets on her knees and dunks her head in the bath water. She
squirts yellow egg shampoo into her hand, fingers it through her
hair, and bends down to rinse. When she straightens up, I watch
the water cascading down over her body, and over her belly. A
rivulet of water gets diverted into her mouth of a belly button,
some trickles down to her mound, filtering through her blonde
delta of hair. Water collects at the top of her slit, and
trickles down the crease, and over the parted lips of her labia.
From there a tiny stream drizzles off her vulva, as if she's
peeing in the bathtub.

On her hands and knees, Lynda tosses back her long wet hair, and
crawls towards Tommy's end of the tub, to my right. I turn my
legs sideways to make room for her to get by, then I move to my
left to sit near the taps, where she was sitting before.

Lynda: "Scooch over, I'll wash your back."

Tommy slides forward as Lynda gets behind him, so that her back
is against the aft end of the tub, with her legs straddling his
hips. His back is against her belly, and his bum is snuggled
against her lap, nice and cosy...

Lynda: "Pass the soap?"

I find the slimy bar of Ivory in the bath and hand it to her.

The water is getting cool, so I turn on the hot water. I feel
fresh heat surrounding us, but it will take a few minutes. The
overflow drain makes rude slurping sounds behind me.

Lynda is lathering up Tommy's back with the soap, scrubbing with
her hands. I feel like a voyeur, watching the two of them cuddle.
The suds on the surface have dissipated quite a bit, so you can
see what's going on underwater now. She has both arms around
Tommy, as she soaps up his chest and belly, and rubs soap into
his arm pits.

Tommy has his legs spread apart, with his knees showing above the
water. Lynda is behind him, intertwining her feet inside his,
which would prevent him from closing his legs if he tried.
Through the murky water I can see his penis now. He is so lean,
you can even see the oval shadow of his anus showing from between
his cheeks.

Tommy's has his eyes closed, as Lynda soaps up his chest and
belly, then his cock. I know she wants to make his wiener dog
stand up. As she tugs on his penis, her other hand is playing
with his balls... then she is rubbing Ivory on his tushy crack,
and on his penis - then she is stroking it, and pulling on it...
Tommy's pecker is getting longer, and Lynda knows it. She keeps
massaging it, wrapping her fingers and thumb around it, tugging
his foreskin up and down, petting the nice wiener dog. If Tommy
was a few years older he might be producing sperm by now, and
clouding up the bath water...

Lynda has apparently had her fill of this game, as she lets go of
Tommy's cock and takes her finger out of his bum. She moves away
to sit in the middle of the tub. I don't think Tommy wanted the
bliss to end quite so soon. (I know I wouldn't.) It had to feel
amazing, what she was doing to him... and now he's sitting there
by himself with a boner.

Lynda: "How long do you guys stay in the bath?"

Me: "Usually till our mom comes back. It's different 'cause
you're here."

Lynda looks down at my brother's erect penis. "Tommy, you better
get rid of that thing before your mom comes back."

Me: "She's right Tommy. Get rid of it."

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2 - THE 3 PHASES OF DICK

As I see it, a penis has 3 growth stages.

Stage 1 is when a boy's penis is totally soft. At that time it's
as small as it can be, more or less the size of his thumb,
hopefully with more girth. It can get even smaller if he goes
swimming or takes a shower, or any time his crotch feels cold
(assuming he doesn't get turned on). If his dink feels a bit
stiff to the touch, it's only because it's so compressed. All
that foreskin, and/or the regular skin that covers his penis, is
still there. There has to be more than enough skin to cover a
raging hard-on and still remain loose. So the skin on a flaccid
penis has many folds it it, kind of like knee-socks when you push
them down. A stage 1 penis is like a turtle pulling his head into
his shell. Or like a snake that coils into a hole. If the guy's
Johnson got any smaller, it might disappear all together inside
his body cavity, above his balls. That's pretty much where the
penis goes, because it doesn't end at his crotch. When a guy is
erect, there's more shaft inside, where it continues up past his
prostate, and the inner penis gets hard as well. But when the
external penis is soft, the inner penis is also soft, and the
whole thing retracts into its cave. Guys might call it shrinkage
when they've been swimming, as if it's a laundry condition. But
as you know, a lot of guys aren't too good with laundry. Whatever
they call it, a stage 1 penis is not about having sex.

Stage 2 is when the penis starts to inflate, so it looks sort of
bloated. It's slightly heavier, yet still semi-soft. If a guy is
lying on his back, a stage 2 will probably rest on his belly
pointing north, towards his belly button, or it will roll over to
one side or the other. It is still semi-soft. It's like a pig
that just had a big feed, and wants to lie down. A stage 2
appears before sex, when a guy is getting aroused, or it appears
AFTER he has sex. Usually after a man ejaculates, his cock starts
to gradually deflate. So when you first notice your boyfriend has
a stage 2, you may ask yourself, is his cock half-hard? Or is it
half-flaccid? If he hasn't recently had sex, and if he didn't
just jerk off, chances are it's getting erect, and the future
looks bright. But if he just had an orgasm, it's probably going
flaccid, so maybe don't hold your breath waiting for him to mount
you. Sometimes guys can keep fucking after they come inside you
(which is great), but in my considerable experience, they're
usually ready for a break. It takes a while for guys to produce
more sperm, so chances are he'll be out of the mood, at least for
a little while. If your guy just came, and if he didn't come
inside you (and you didn't swallow it), that stage 2 penis may
resemble a beached whale that has just thrown up on the beach.
That would make it a sperm whale, so you can call it Moby Dick.

Stage 3 is when a guy's penis is hard and fully erect. It's fat,
long, and beautiful, and it can stand up all by itself. It is
probably three or four times heavier, and longer, than when it
was flaccid, so the rest of his body must be a tad lighter. It's
fairly impossible to bend a stage 3, and if you go down on it, it
aims straight for your throat. It's the wiener dog that stands up
to be petted - not to mention stroked, kissed, sucked, and
fucked. A stage 3 is the soldier that stands at attention when a
lady enters the room, giving her his undivided attention. It's
the part of a guy that shouts "I missed you!" I love a stage 3
penis, whenever I get the chance. Do girls have penis envy for
Mr. Johnson, as Freud suggested? We just might, seeing as how
we're so fucking happy to hang out with someone who owns one.

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3 - HEEEEEEEERE'S TOMMY!

Okay, at the end of part 1, little Debbie was the self-appointed
doctor, and Lynda and I were her patients. She pulled our panties
down, examined us, and gave us our "needles". My brother got to
watch the show, and now it was his turn to be examined.

Tommy sits on the back of the green couch with his feet hanging
down, awaiting instructions. He's lean but he has some muscle
tone. His dark stringy hair partly covers his eyes, and also
hides his feelings. As he looks at the floor, he unsnaps the
front of his denim cut-offs and starts pulling down his zipper...

Debbie stops him, saying "Just lie down and relax. I need to
check your pulse first."

And I'm thinking, yeah right. She wants to undress him herself.

Tommy lifts his feet up and lies down along the back of the green
couch. He's wearing denim cut-offs and a green tank top, and he's
in bare feet. His legs are out straight, his feet are together,
and his hands are folded across his belly.

The afternoon sun shines through the southern window, bathing the
room in yellow light. For the first time today little Debbie
looks unsure how to proceed. She stands behind the couch,
hesitating, as she looks Tommy up and down. I'm on my knees on
the seat cushions, watching, and Lynda is beside me. She must be
bubbling over with anticipation now, about to see her first
penis. Same for Debbie. Neither one has ever seen or touched a
real live Johnson.

Debbie holds Tommy's left arm up by the wrist. "Okay he's got a
pulse..." She sets his hand down.

Debbie gives the front of Tommy's pelvis a gentle pat with her
fingers. She pulls down his zipper, and spreads open his shorts,
exposing his purple underwear. She sticks her hand inside his
boxers to feel his package, and fondles him for a moment. Then
she tells him to lift up his bum. Gripping the waistband with
both hands, she yanks his shorts and boxers down together,
exposing Tommy's penis.

As you can imagine, little Debbie and Lynda can't take their eyes
off Tommy's cock. It's the holy grail of curious little girls.
His skin tone is pasty and white around his pubic area, with no
evidence of a tan from last summer. He hasn't a trace of body
hair, not even around his pecker.

As we look at my bro's penis, it starts to roll over on it's own,
like it's getting more comfortable. When it stops moving, it is
pointing to Tommy's left, more towards Debbie. His knob is
wisteria in color (a shade of violet). The shaft is beige, with a
hint of blue veins beneath the translucent skin. He was
circumcised, so what foreskin is left looks like a turtleneck
sweater below the head.

His scrotum looks tight and compact. A vertical seam runs down
the center, and on the right and left there are parallel ridges,
like expansion pleats. My girl friends are drinking it all in
with their eyes, as they look over their latest boy-toy.

Little Debbie starts examining Tommy's penis with her fingers,
like she's reading Braille. She pulls down on his foreskin,
stretching it. She squeezes his knob, and twists his cock to look
at the back of it. When she lets go, his dick flips back over, so
it's pointing towards Debbie again.

Debbie: "I think it likes me!"

Pinching the head of his cock, she stretches it out so it looks
thinner and longer. (Seems to me she's handling it a bit roughly,
but the patient isn't complaining.) My brother's pecker hasn't
gotten any bigger. After my story about it swelling up like a
balloon animal in the bath, I'm hoping it happens again so they
don't think I'm a liar.

Stretching his dick out, Deb runs her finger along the ridge of
nerves that start half-way up the ventral side, and lead to the
head (the glans). The lower end of this ridge contains sexual
nerves, and it's the mother of all erogenous zones on boys. It's
the male clitoris. It's located near the surface skin, outside of
his urethra (the tube where his pee and sperm come up, never at
the same time).

As I recall, Debbie's older sister Janet had plenty to say about
boys' penises, mostly in the form of jokes or sarcasm. I sure as
hell knew damn little about them back then, nor did I know how my
own equipment worked. In my defense, I have done my share of
homework since.

I don't find my brother attractive, with or without his clothes
on. He's interesting for his anatomy, and he's a willing patient
for playing doctor. But Debbie and Lynda think he is drop-dead
gorgeous. I'm happy for them, now that they are tête-à-tête with
his penis. Our weeks of scheming has paid off. I have to admit, I
enjoyed watching Tommy's expression as Debbie plays with him.

Debbie says to Lynda: "I'm not sure what's wrong with this
patient. I need a second opinion."

Lynda takes her cue. Debbie steps back as Lynda starts to examine
his cock. She handles it more roughly than Debbie did -
stretching it out, twisting it, rolling it between her fingers,
pinching it's head to inspect his pee-hole.... She also slides
her fingers up and down the sensitive ridge of his urethra.

Tommy's eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed, as he focuses
on what the girls are doing to him. I notice his cock is starting
to grow, and Debbie sees it too. She wants to touch it again, at
the same time as Lynda. So she joins in, and they are both
playing with his penis now. Four hands, one organ.

A moment later, Debbie is rummaging in the shoe box on the shelf.
She takes out a twig and puts it in her mouth (making it slippery
with spit). She leans over to whisper something in Lynda's ear,
and Lynda giggles. Debbie is holding Tommy's semi-erect penis
upright in one hand, while pulling down on his foreskin.

Debbie: "Could the nurse prepare the patient for his needle?"

This was planned, although I didn't know about it. Lynda leans
forward and kisses the end of Tommy's cock, and I am shocked! I
can't believe she put her mouth on his pecker, right on his
pee-hole! She not only kisses it, she licks it too. When she
takes her mouth away, the tip of his knob is glistening with
saliva... and now I can see a difference in the size of it. His
penis is definitely longer. The wiener dog is back, baby!

Debbie: "Nicely done Lynda."

Holding Tommy's semi-erect cock upright, she lines up the small
twig with the mouth of his pee-hole, and inserts it. It goes in
maybe a quarter of an inch, and his lower body twitches. Lynda
and I lean closer to watch Debbie takes the twig out. His
pee-hole stays open afterwards. Debbie licks her twig and inserts
it again, then takes it out, reinserting it several times. She
leaves the twig inserted and takes her hand away, so we can
admire her handy work. Then she gives it one more nudge, plunging
it deeper in his urethra, making him wince.

Lynda looks like she's ready to examine Tommy again, so little
Debbie takes her hands away to make room for her. His cock looks
more like a wiener dog now, standing up on it's hind feet without
anybody holding it up. Lynda starts massaging his stiff penis,
rubbing it lightly between her thumb and fingers, repeatedly
pulling down on the skin, keeping her grip loose, so that the
skin moves with her hand, but slips between her fingers at the
same time.

Debbie is adjusting the position of her "needle", twisting it
around in Tommy's pee-hole. He hasn't complained so far, so I
guess he's not uncomfortable. When Lynda's fingers are at the top
of his pecker, she likes to give it a squeeze, with her thumb on
the bulge in hs urethra where the twig is, before sliding her
hand back down. The bulge shows how far the twig is inserted.

Debbie: "How's that feel, Tommy?"

Tommy: "Uh.... okay I guess, it kind of itches."

Debbie: "Maybe we can scratch that for you." She smiles at Lynda.

Lynda laughs, and strokes his cock more vigorously, pumping it
faster, pulling the skin up and down, and stroking the top where
the inserted twig makes a bulge in his pee-tube. Tommy's cock is
quite erect now, even bigger than it was for me in the bathtub.

Little Debbie takes her "needle" out of his pee-hole, and Lynda
and I lean close to watch it coming out. His tiny orifice stays
open, looking more reddish inside the hole now. Amazingly, his
wiener dog is still at attention.

Debbie: "Okay Tommy, you can roll over now."

   ***

4 - WHAT'S IN THE BOX?

Tommy was always more interested in my body than I ever was in
his, and I always got a kick out of teasing him. If he was in the
bedroom (which we shared, with single twin beds on opposite sides
of the room) when I was changing my clothes, sometimes I would
make a presentation of it. I would act like he wasn't even there,
never looking in his direction. I would take my clothes off
slowly, while doing a bit of choreography, or gymnastic moves (a
striptease, really, minus the pole).

We both changed our clothes in the bedroom every day. On more
than one occasion, I got down to my panties and knee socks at
bedtime, also topless, and before putting on my pj's, I would
practice a ballet move in the middle of the floor (I was taking a
dance class). He was sitting or lying on his bed, probably
reading, but I knew he was checking me out. Other times I would
do gymnastic exercises on my bed, posing in various
contortions... like the plow, where I would stretch out face-down
with my chest on the bed and my bum in the air, or doing the
splits with my legs in the air... and sometimes my panties would
slip part-way down during the routine, and I would pretended not
to notice. Sometimes I secretly peeked in the mirror to see if he
was watching me, and he usually was.

Not only did we change our clothes in the same room, but our mom
gave us our baths together till I was in early grade school. So
we saw each other  partially undressed or naked on a regular
basis. And yet I could still get his attention by striking an
alluring pose, even with my clothes on.

It wasn't just my brother, either. I could get a boy's attention
just by casually touching an erogenous part of my body... such as
anywhere near my breasts, or around my bikini area, or anywhere
on my ass or legs. It was more effective if you were showing some
skin - like wearing a crop top to expose your belly and lower
back, or low rise jeans, or skimpy shorts, or a short skirt. But
even if nothing personal is showing, a boy will usually follow
your hand when you touch your body... like a compass that always
points north. (And we all know where the compass needle is.) It's
true of adult men as well. That's how the straight male brain is
biologically wired.

If you ever go to a strip club (I've gone with a boyfriend), it's
interesting to observe what the audience around you is looking
at. Often the next erotic dancer starts her act before the
previous girl has finished her dance, so they overlap by several
minutes. The former stripper has taken off all her clothes, but
continues dancing, showing off her nude body till the end of her
routine. At that point, chances are, more guys will be looking at
the new dancer, who still has all her clothes on, while ignoring
the dancer who is now completely naked. This was not what I had
expected to see! It's as if the audience has already had sex with
the previous dancer, and they're hungry for fresh meat.

I guess this happens because everyone has already seen what the
naked dancer has to offer - namely her erogenous zones.... her
legs, tits, pussy, and her tushy. If sex was allowed, the
audience would have already fucked her (or performed whatever
lewd acts males fantasize about). Maybe they do fuck her with
their eyes and in their minds - and that's real too, in a way.
They say the brain is our biggest sex organ. Guys are distracted
by the mystery of what they can not see, and a woman's clothes
are her gift wrap. Until she strips off her clothes, men can only
wonder: What's in the box?

Girls learn at a tender age how to attract a male's attention
just by stroking their hair, or by placing a hand near their
crotch, or by posturing so her boobs stand out, or by showing off
her legs, or adjusting her underwear or her pantyhose....
Straight guys are powerless against these moves. They have no
choice but to look at us! If I'm standing at a bus stop, and I'm
bored enough, I might entertain myself by doing things that will
distract the surrounding males. I get a cheap thrill every time a
passing driver looks at me, and then hits the brakes a little
later than he should have. It gives me a satisfying sense of
control over the male ego. And of course, as girls get older and
wiser, we learn how to use these techniques to our material
advantage. That's just how it works. Technically, I don't think
we're really taking unfair advantage of men if they enjoy it.

   ***

5 - ON THE FLIP SIDE

Tommy is lying face-down on the back of the couch now, with his
feet pointed towards the southern window. His denim shorts and
red boxers are still around his ankles, and his green tank top is
pulled up, so he's exposed from his lower back on down. His bum
cheeks look pasty and pale (where the sun don't shine), also
muscular and lean. He has no body hair yet of course, and unless
he's clenching his bum cheeks, you can see his little bum-hole
from the rear view, because he has almost no fat on his
little-boy buttocks.

Little Debbie looks sexy in her powder-blue tee-shirt. It's
stretchy and tight, and makes her nipples look perky. Her top is
cropped short, so her belly button stays exposed. Her shorts are
green plaid, and they're a little too small for her now, so they
tend to ride up in the back, exposing the lower curves of her
sweet-cheeks (Debbie's ass is probably her most mature looking
feature). Her tight shorts also create revealing camel-toe
creases in the front. She recently painted her toenails red, so
her feet look hot, even in flip-flops.

Lynda also looks nice in her short yellow sun dress (which
matches her long blonde hair). The top of the dress is just above
her breasts, so her shoulders are totally exposed. (An elastic
band sewed to the top hem is all that's holding it up.) She's
beside me on the couch, on her knees, facing the back where Tommy
is lying. When she leans forward to look closer, you would see
the bum of her yellow panties if you were behind her. That's how
short her sun dress is.

Little Debbie pulls Tommy's cut-offs and boxers down together,
takes them off, and tosses them onto the easy chair. She spreads
his feet farther apart, and starts massaging his his sweet-cakes
like she's kneading pizza dough. Occasionally she pries his buns
apart to expose his puckered orifice (although you can still see
it without parting his cheeks). Compared to Lynda's rosebud, his
looks smaller and tighter, not as pink, and the skin surrounding
his pucker is white (whereas hers is surrounded by a light-brown
birthmark shaped like a teardrop).

It's interesting how our erogenous zones are unique, much like
our faces. If my boyfriend Stefan was in a police lineup, and all
you could see was their cocks (they'd have to be presented
through "glory holes" in a wall), I'm pretty sure I could pick
him out. Especially if they all had stage-3 erections. Can you
imagine a lineup of guys working themselves up to a stage-3? That
would be a Kodak moment!

Debbie picks out a new twig from the toy box, and looks it over.
She asks "How deep can we go Tommy?" It was a courtesy she hadn't
offered to Lynda or me.

Tommy: "I dunno... far as you want."

Little Debbie likes his answer: "Would nurse Lynda care to spread
the patient's cheeks for me?"

Lynda places her hands on Tommy's ass, and pulls apart his sweet
rolls. Debbie starts stroking all around his tight o-ring with
the tip of her twig, tickling him there, while avoiding the very
center (the same way she did with Lynda and me). Whenever she
drags the twig toward his anus, at the last instant she swerves
to avoid it. Some times she grazes the outer edge of his orifice,
making it flex and wink.

Debbie puts the stick in her mouth to make it wet, then she
attempts to insert it in Tommy's anus. His back door flexes
inward, but holds tight, not allowing the twig to enter.

Debbie: "Spread it more Lynda..."

Lynda leans forward, shifting her weight to her hands. She parts
his cheeks with more force, so that ridges of skin are pulled
taught across the divide, above and below his asterisk.

Debbie leans closer and spits on his anus, then wipes her mouth
off with the back of her hand. "You guys have any spit?"

Lynda and I each lean closer and spit on my brother's bum-hole in
turn, adding our saliva with Debbie's. Deb uses her finger to
stir up the spit and gather it around his asshole. Then she prods
him with the tip of her twig, as if she's looking for the hole
under the spit. She keeps poking till it sinks in a little bit,
then she nudges it in further..... then she pulls it back out,
and pushes it in again, going deeper this time...

She takes the twig out, and Lynda releases his cheeks. Debbie
holds the toy box out for Lynda and me, so we can each pick out a
twig. I don’t know if Tommy realizes it yet, but we are about to
take turns working on him. That's the plan.

Debbie: "Stick your bum up Tommy, nice and high."

He arches his lower spine, so his back resembles a roller coaster
track, and his tushy is the high point. It causes his peaches to
spread more on their own, revealing more of his pucker. His legs
are parted slightly, so his penis is accessible from the rear.
Debbie holds his cheeks apart.

Lynda places the tip of her twig in the center of Tommy's
bum-hole and pushes down on it. It goes in. The stick has bark on
it, so it's rougher than the one Debbie used, and there will be
more friction for sure. It sinks in, pulling the rim of his anus
in with it... then she works it in and out a few times, and she’s
not too gentle about it either.

Tommy's chin is resting on his folded arms and his eyes are
closed. I try to read his expression, to guess what he's feeling.
His face is blank, and he doesn't flinch or moan or anything, so
I'm getting nothing. Lynda is going at his ass with a vengeance,
drilling his rosebud with her rough stick, and I'm guessing he
wants us to think he can take whatever the girls can dish out.

Now it's my turn to be the doctor. Little Debbie holds his cheeks
apart, as I spit on his ass again. I insert my twig (mine is more
or less smooth with a round end, a little longer than Lynda's).
It slides in easily... I play with it, poking it this way and
that way, sliding it in and pulling it back a few times. There's
not much resistance, so I can move the twig rapidly, going as
deep as the stick is long. Apparently his sphincter muscles are
getting more relaxed now... then I take it out.

Debbie takes her hands away, and Lynda puts her hands on Tommy's
bum to splay his peaches apart. Little Debbie inserts a new twig.
This one is a bit fatter than mine was, and rougher. Debbie works
her stick into him like a corkscrew, twisting it right and left,
right and left... aggressively working it in and out of his
rubbery orifice. The stick seems to catch on something inside and
stops, so she has to play with it. It gets past whatever was
blocking it and goes deeper. She fucks his asshole with her twig,
stabbing it in several times, then takes it out.

Tommy's bum-hole looks wider now, more spread out, and stays open
a bit more, so you can see inside his hole in the center. The
membrane inside his bum is a darker shade of rose, similar to the
lining of your mouth. I can see velvety folds of pinkish tissue
in there, like gathered silk.

Now it's my turn to hold my brother's cheeks apart while Lynda
has another go at him. She spits between his cheeks, and inserts
her twig. It goes in a couple inches, then she fucks him with it,
slow at first, then getting faster... She uses Debbie's corkscrew
technique, twisting it left and right... and Tommy's ass is
taking every inch that she gives it. When she pulls her stick
out, his rosebud stays open again, like it's making an "o"... (or
"oh").

Debbie digs her fingers in, spreading Tommy's sweet-cakes farther
apart, as the 3 of us take turns spitting on his bum-hole. Lynda
re-inserts her stick, and it goes in about 2 inches. She leaves
it there for a moment, while she picks up the toy box to find a
second twig. Then she tries to push it in beside the first one
which is embedded - only it doesn't want to go in.

Debbie: "Bethany, would you mind taking over here?"

So I spread the patient's cheeks apart for her.

Lynda says to Debbie: "Push the first twig more to the side."

Debbie tilts the twig sideways with her finger, and holds it like
that. It distorts his o-ring, creating a small aperture in the
center. Lynda inserts the second twig into the little gap, and
urges it in with the tip of her finger. She continues pushing
down on it, till there's just the end of it left sticking out.

Debbie: "Let's make them even."

She takes hold of both twigs, and adjusts them till there's an
equal length of both twigs sticking out.`

Lynda wants to play with the 2 twigs now. I continue holding my
brother's sugar-buns apart, as she spits inside his crack. Then
she grips both sticks and moves them in and out in alternating
directions, so that one is entering his bum while the other is
coming out, and vice versa. Sometimes she pries them apart,
forcing his orifice to open up between them. Tommy's rubbery
asshole has no choice but to take whatever shape she makes with
the twigs...

Little Debbie reaches between Tommy's legs to stroke his cock
(he's still face-down). You can tell it's still hard when she
bends it backwards, making it point towards his feet. Tommy
arches his back, making his dick more accessible. His face is
buried in his arms, and you can see he's breathing quite heavily.
I'm betting his heart is beating fast too. His body smells sweaty
to me, the way he smells after a soccer game. I personally like
that smell on boys. He's allowing us complete access, to do
whatever we want to his penis and bum... and I can't believe my
older brother is letting us experiment on him like this!

Debbie: "Bet you can't get 3 fingers in there..."

Lynda laughs, accepting the challenge. I spread Tommy's
sugar-buns as wide as I can, and little Debbie pulls the twigs
apart, creating a space between them. Lynda wets a finger in her
mouth, then inserts it between the sticks, forcing them to spread
further apart. She pushes her finger inside his bum, while
wiggling and twisting it, till it sinks all the way in to the
last knuckle... then she pulls it out.

Debbie: "Guess I was wrong..." Then she starts rummaging in the
toy box, and says "How about this?" She hands a worn-out purple
tooth brush to Lynda, the bristles look like someone stood on it.

Debbie: "Remember, he said we can go as deep as we want... right
Tommy?" He doesn't reply.

Lynda places the toothbrush handle between the sticks, and pushes
it down into the gap. It forces the twigs to spread apart, as it
sinks in an inch or so, and she leaves it there as she takes her
hand away.

Meanwhile, Debbie reaches between his thighs to play with his
cock some more (it's erect). She pulls it down below his crotch
where we can see it, massaging it with both hands.

Lynda works the purple toothbrush handle in and out of his
bum-hole, sliding it past the pair of embedded twigs, sometimes
pushing it at different angles, going a fraction of an inch at a
time. The purple toothbrush is much longer than the twigs. It
goes in about two-thirds of it's length before it hits something
a stops there. Lynda stabs at it several times, trying to make it
go deeper, but the toothbrush handle goes no further.

Debbie: "I hate to ask, but what time is it? Anyone have a
watch?... My parents will be getting home soon, we should
probably wrap it up for today."

Debbie and Lynda withdraw their toys from Tommy's ass and throw
them in the toy box, "as is". Tommy climbs down off the couch,
pulls on his boxer shorts and cut-offs, and goes into the
bathroom and closes the door.

Lynda: "It must be weird peeing through a swollen penis. Can he
pee like that?"

Debbie: "He better not miss the toilet... maybe he's going to
jack-off first. You think he knows how?"

Me: "Not as far as I know. Boys don't do that till they get
older, do they?"

Lynda: "Well if he does, I wanna see the genie come out..." (She
means his sperm.)

The three of us stop talking when he comes out of the bathroom,
and we can only wonder - does he or doesn't he?

Part of me felt guilty for luring my brother into this naughty
game, but I blame him for being such a willing victim. He
obviously loved it - lying there naked as we all touched his
privates. I honestly never expected him to let us take it this
far. He could've stopped the game at any point, if he didn't like
what we were doing to him. I guess none of us could "just say no"
to doctor Debbie.

   ***

6 - NO TREE HUGGERS ALLOWED

Tommy and Lynda and I liked to play another game that was based
on playing doctor, only the patient was an elm tree in our front
yard. It was a large tree with one trunk at the bottom, which had
grown into two smaller trunks a couple of feet above ground. The
crotch between the two trunks looked a lot like a person's crotch
to us. It had a deep crevice, which to us resembled a person's
bum (if that person was standing on their head). So we would
pretend the tree was our patient, and we would play doctor on it.
We were like kinky arborists.

Imitating when we played doctor on each other, we would insert
various "needles" into the tree's bum. We were quite sadistic in
our approach, like we wanted our tree-patient to suffer. We would
stuff it with sticks and twigs, leaves, dirt, and pretty much any
garbage we could fill it with. Like all kids, we had vivid
imaginations. We pretended we were abusing our patient in the
most humiliating and invasive ways we could think of.

I don't know what to make of this silly game, except to say that
maybe it provides a glimpse into that sadistic streak kids
sometimes have in their imagination - in the spirit of "Lord of
the Flies". Remember the scene where Jack and his friends capture
a wild female pig in the jungle, and Jack kills her by shoving
his sharp wooden spear up her rectum? He didn't just kill the
pig, he did it ceremoniously with an anal insertion, which the
other boys found wildly entertaining. My young friends and I
weren't nearly that extreme, but I think it's common for kids to
be fascinated with the idea of doing nasty things to a person's
posterior.

   ***

7 - AUTUMN LEAVES

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in September. My brother and I
were riding our bikes around the church parking lot, around the
corner near our house. I was still wearing my green pleated dress
that I wore to church, with white knee socks and shiny black
dress shoes with buckles. When we left the house on our bikes, my
mom warned me not to get my Sunday dress dirty. Tommy had changed
into casual clothes.

So these 2 older girls came along, sipping on bottles of pop with
straws. They were older than us. One of them looked familiar. I
had seen her in our church. She had shoulder-length orange hair
with bangs. She had on a white blouse with a gray sports jacket,
and a blue tartan skirt - which looked like a school uniform. Her
skirt was pulled up high under her blouse, girls did that to make
their uniform skirts shorter. She was the one who went to our
church. I knew that she lived next door to the church with her
mother, who was a widow, and an older sister.

The other girl had long brunette hair tied back in a ponytail,
and she was wearing a black leather jacket with a white tee, and
tight faded blue jeans with white runners. It was a boy's jacket,
a style that bikers wear. She wore makeup, and she had on hoop
earrings. I've never seen this girl before or since that day.

They were both pretty girls. They walked up to me as I was
sitting on my bike with one foot on the ground, with my green
dress on. They introduced themselves as Penny (the brunette with
the leather jacket) and Sandra (with orange hair). They were
friendly, and seemed more interested in talking to me than with
my brother. I got off my bike and leaned it against the church
wall. Tommy rode away on his bike, circled the parking lot a few
times, then pedaled out into the street.

They were asking me what grade I was in, and who was my favorite
teacher, and who was my favorite band, and whether I had a
boyfriend yet... and I was telling them my entire life story. I
liked talking about myself a little too much.

The parking lot was beside the church gymnasium. Penny (the
brunette), looks over and says "I wonder where those stairs go."
She was referring to the stairwell that goes down to the church
basement fire exit.

Sandra (the red-head) says "Well you better take a look."

Penny walks over by the stairs while Sandra and I continue
chatting, mostly about me. I liked her. She made me feel good
about myself.

I kept looking at Penny as she walked away from us. Her faded
jeans were tight and sexy, I'm guessing they were stretch jeans.
Her tushy was full and heart-shaped, and wiggled as she walked.
When she got there she was leaning over the railing to look.

Sandra says "Penny's in good shape, eh? She does track and field
at school."

Penny says "Look at all the stuff down there! I want to see if
there's anything good."

Sandra: "Come on, let's humor her. She collects vintage stuff."
She smiles at me with a shrug, and we walk over. Penny disappears
down the stairs, and Sandra and I follow her.

It was dark in the stairwell. At the foot of the stairs were
piles of dead leaves and branches that had been trapped there by
the wind. There was also a variety of garbage that people had
discarded over the years, which no one ever bothered to clean up.
I saw a tricycle, a rusty bicycle wheel, a blown-out tire, a
frisbee, tennis and golf balls, various bottles and containers...
I peered through the window in the door, it was where we had
Sunday school. There were no lights on, so everyone had left.

Penny was looking at a Barbie doll with no head. It had a top and
a mini-skirt on with no underwear. She twisted the doll's legs
apart, and it had a smooth, featureless crotch.

She says "I used to love my Barbie doll."

I laugh and say "Me too."

Sandra picks up an old magazine and flips through it... "Hey, you
guys want to play a game?"

Penny says, "What did you have in mind?" I was expecting
something like tag, or hide and seek.

Sandra: "Let's pretend we're at the hospital, and Bethany just
arrived in an ambulance."

She walks a few steps toward the back of the stairwell, kicking
leaves into a pile... "Here, these leaves can be your hospital
bed."

I look at her, not sure what she wants me to do.

Sandra: "Sit down in the leaves, silly. Pretend you were injured
in a car accident."

So I sit down in the dead leaves with my legs folded, lifting my
green Sunday dress above my knees. I regret not changing my
church clothes, and I'm afraid I might get my dress dirty. My mom
would ground me. The 2 older girls remain standing, looking down
at me.

Penny: "Ever been to the doctor Bethany?"

I tell them I had, but it was nothing serious.

She says "Well we're the doctor and nurse, and we'll make sure
you're not hurt. Okay?"

"Okay!"

I'm thinking about my brother. He rode his bike out of the
parking lot before we came downstairs. If he comes back and
doesn't see me, he might think I went home. He won't know I came
down here with my new friends.

One of the girls whispers something to the other, and they both
laugh, but they don't share the joke with me. It took a few
minutes for my eyes to adjust to the eerie darkness of the
stairwell. These girls look much taller when I'm sitting on the
floor.

Sandra crouches down on my left and says "So Bethany, you've just
been in a terrible accident. Tell us what happened."

Penny kneels down to my right, and says "Yes, tell us. You need
to lie down, honey," gently pushing me back.

So I recline in the leaves, leaning back on my elbows, with my
legs out straight, with one foot crossed over the other. The
leaves feel scratchy against my bare legs. Under my dress I'm
wearing panties, but no tights, just white knee socks, and my
black dress shoes.

Penny starts feeling my ribs, which tickles, and I giggle... then
she feels my neck, and sticks her fingers in my ears.

She says "I better make sure she doesn't have a broken neck."

At the same time, Sandra picks up my left hand and flexes my
wrist. "Does this hurt?"

I say "No."

Penny: "She has no broken ribs, and her neck's not broken."

Sandra: "Good. Her wrists aren't broken either."

Penny then squeezes my right ankle and says "Hang on, does this
hurt?"

I say "No."

Sandra leans closer and whispers "When we ask if something hurts,
you're supposed to say yes. Just pretend."

Me: "Oh, then yes... yes my ankle is sore."

Penny takes off my shoes and socks, and tosses them over her
shoulder, somewhere in the leaves. She proceeds to examine my
bare feet, lifting each foot and wiggling my toes. She scratches
the arch of my right foot with her fingernails.

I squirm, "That tickles!"

Penny: "I don't like the look of this..."

She lifts my right leg up high, flexing it at the knee, closing
and opening the joint. It causes my skirt to lift up with my leg,
and it falls back, exposing my thighs and my pink panties.
Feeling modest, I hold my skirt down to cover my crotch.

Penny: "Her achilles tendon is injured, and she has a build up of
synovial fluid."

Me: "I have what?"

Sandra: "Let me see."

Sandra then lifts up my right leg and raises it up high, flexing
it the same way. My skirt falls away from my leg again, exposing
my panties, and this time I just leave it. I'm lying on my back
now, with my arms crossed over my chest. She's holding my leg
straight up and flexing my knee.

At the same time, Penny starts feeling my left leg, which is flat
on the floor. She raps my knee cap with her knuckles.

"Does that hurt?"

Me: "Yes it does." (It actually did hurt.)

Penny: "I thought so." She was pressing on different spots on my
left leg, feeling my knee and working her way up my bare thigh.

She says "Tell us if there's any pain," as she presses into my
flesh.

Sandra sets my right leg down, and kneels beside me. I push my
green dress back down to cover up my underwear.

Penny: "Don't do that please, we're trying to examine you."

Me: "Sorry." I pull my dress back up, exposing the tops of my
thighs.

Penny lifts my dress up higher, so it's up around my waist, so my
panties are completely showing.

Then Sandra slaps my right thigh, hard, and it really stings!

"Oooooww!"

Sandra: "I was going to ask if that hurt, but you just answered
my question."

Penny: "Bethany, you have a broken femur bone."

Sandra: "But don't worry we can fix it."

Penny: "Yes, your trochanter is fractured."

Me: "My what?!"

Penny: "I know, weird right? It's the top of your femur bone."

Sandra pulls my right foot toward her, spreading my legs apart,
then she kneels between my legs. She lifts my knees up, so that
my feet are closer to my crotch, with my thighs forming a "V"
shape. She grabs my right thigh with both hands and squeezes,
just above my knee.

"See, that's your thigh bone, right?"

Me: "Yeah."

Then she squeezes higher up my thigh with both hands, near the
top of my leg. As she does this, her hand is pressing against my
crotch, as she jiggles the fat on my thigh. Her hand is rubs
against my vulva, and the friction causes a brief jolt of
pleasure.

Sandra: "Now this is the top of your thigh, but your femur bone
is longer than that. The end of that bone is up here... and your
trochanter is here at the top. That's where the fracture is,"
tapping the front of my right hip with her fingers.

Penny: "We can reset the bone, but first we need to know how bad
the fracture is.

Sandra: "We don't have an M.R.I. machine, so we have to examine
you manually."

Penny then grabs the elastic waistband of my pink panties, and
pulls them up hard, giving me a "minerva" wedgie. The crotch of
my panties strains against my vulva, as the fabric is pulled
taught between my bum cheeks, and is forced inside my labia
lips...

"Oooow! Hey!!...."

It hurts my vulva, but it also tickles. I start laughing, and so
do they... and I'm trying to wrestle my panties away from her,
but she's not letting go. She keeps pulling them up in the front,
wedging them in my crotch, which pinches... then she lets go.

Penny (still laughing): "Sorry honey, it's all part of your
exam."

I'm looking down at my panties. They were new, and now they're
all stretched. My mom is going to kill me.

Sandra: "These have to come off anyway." She pulls my panties off
and tosses them into the leaves somewhere.

So now I'm lying there with my dress up, with nothing on from the
waist down, and these 2 older girls, who I don't even know, are
playing doctor with me. The cement floor feels hard and cold
under my bare bum, and the leaves are scratchy. I feel
butterflies fluttering in my belly... like I'm a little bit
scared, and a little bit aroused at the same time. My hands are
clasped across my belly.

Sandra hikes up her tartan skirt and scooches forward between my
thighs, spreading her knees, which forces my legs wider apart.
She starts massaging my right thigh with both hands, and says "I
should warn you, the femur can be difficult to get at."

She has one hand on my right hip, and the other hand on my inner
thigh, and she's kneading my flesh.

Sandra: "Got any lubricant?"

At first I thought she was talking to me, but then Penny answers
"Let me check."

She opens her purse... "I have lip gloss, chapstick, lip balm..."

Sandra: "What's in the lip balm?"

Penny reads the label, "Ummm... menthol, eucalyptus oil,
petroleum jelly..."

Sandra: "That'll work," holding her hand out.

Penny hands the jar to Sandra, who unscrews the lid and scoops
some out. Then I feel her finger rubbing up and down the front of
my furrow, pressing into it. My pubic mound is still hairless.
The lip balm feels icy cold, as she applies it inside my crease,
dividing my labia lips. Then I feel her massaging deeper inside
of my crevice, applying the icy lip balm there. In a few seconds
the menthol feels like it's freezing and burning my mucous tissue
at the same time.

Me: "It's cold! It stings, take it out!"

Sandra: "Don't exaggerate Bethany, it feels fine on my finger."

Penny: "I put it on my mouth, so it should be fine."

Me: "I don't like it."

Sandra: "It's all we have... stop squirming!"

She dips her finger in the jar again, then probes farther down,
poking between my cheeks... she's spreading lip balm on my anus.
Pretty soon it starts stinging there too. It's irritating to the
delicate mucous tissue. It reminds me of Vick's Vaporub, which
little Debbie put on me once in the little house, only this stuff
stings more.

Sandra is rubbing my pussy again, and I feel her finger inside my
vulva. She adds a second finger, probing the entrance to my
vagina...

Me: "Hey come on... that stuff feels weird!"

Sandra: "Hush! I'm trying to examine your pelvic bone."

Now she's trying to push a greasy finger into the hole in my
vulva - my vagina. It feels too big to fit, but she keeps trying
anyway. The lip balm is very irritating, but at the same time,
what she does with her fingers feels sort of good. Her finger
keeps returning to my vagina, pushing the tip inside. I know a
finger isn't very big, but it's wider than my tight little
pussy-hole. Every time her finger goes in, I can feel it
stretching me... and of course the lip balm makes it even more
uncomfortable....

Then with her other hand, Sandra starts pushing down on my belly
with her fingers, close to my pubic mound. It feels like she is
pressing on my bladder, and putting pressure on my vagina at the
same time.

She starts massaging around my urethra and clitoris with her
other hand. I still can't get used to the lip balm. I think some
of it is getting into my urethra, because it stings there too.
Pretty soon my pee-hole is burning something awful, as she keeps
rubbing it. I was wishing she would touch my clitoris a little
more, that might make up for it, but she keeps working on my
pee-hole.

Meanwhile, all this activity is stimulating my bladder and my
eurethra, making me want to pee. I hadn't been to the bathroom
for hours, not since I was in church. I try to tighten my
sphincter muscles, trying to hold it in, but she keeps rubbing
around my pee-hole, and pressing down on my bladder.... I manage
to keep the tap closed by sucking up with my abdominal muscles,
but then I relax for a second, and I pee a little bit.

Sandra: "YUCK! She just pissed on my hand!!"

She wipes her hand off in the leaves. Then she grabs a handful of
leaves and rubs them on my vulva, apparently to dry me off. I was
mortified that I peed on her hand, even if maybe she deserved it!
Penny is having a laughing fit...

Sandra: "It's not funny. She did it on purpose!"

Penny: "I'm sure it was an accident..." then bursts out laughing
again.

I'm on my back in the leaves, naked from the waist down. Sandra
is kneeling between my legs, which are spread wide apart, on
either side of her, with my knees drawn up.

Penny is kneeling to my left. She inserts 2 fingers in my furrow.
They go in easy after Sandra had already loosened me up.... plus
my vulva is coated with that nasty lip balm, so I'm all slippery
down there. She touches my clitoris, teasing it, trying to wake
it up. I'm starting to get aroused now, I can't help it. She's
pressing my buttons!

Meanwhile, I'm thinking I need to get away from these wacko
chicks.

Penny: "I can't even get my little pinkie in there."

Sandra: "Well she's a virgin, isn't she."

Penny: "Oh right... you haven't had sex yet, eh Bethany?" I don't
answer.

"Seriously, has any little boy put his pee-pee inside you yet?"

Me: "No!"

Sandra: "If we can't examine her vagina, then we can't reset her
trochanter."

Penny: "You think we should do a posterior exam?"

Sandra: "Yes. The little cunt deserves it for peeing on my hand."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but it didn't sound
good. Not good at all.

The brunette puts her hand between my legs, and her finger goes
between my cheeks and touches my anus. She presses on it...

Penny: "Don't worry Bethany, I'm just checking your
temperature..."

I can feel her greasy finger rubbing and pushing against my anus,
working her finger inside. I tighten my sphincter muscles, to
make it difficult for her.

Penny: "This is totally the wrong angle. We need her to turn
over."

Sandra: "Turn over honey, so we can reset your trochanter."

Me: "No, I want to go home now!"

Sandra sighs: "Such a difficult patient..."

The 2 of them start wrestling with me, forcing me to roll over to
my right. I resist, but they easily over-power me, and pretty
soon I'm lying face-down in the dirty leaves. One of them is
sitting on my back, with her legs straddling my hips, facing my
ass.

I realize it's Sandra on my back, when she turns around and says
"Don't make this any more difficult... you're outnumbered here."

Penny is spreading my legs farther apart, scraping my knees
against the cement floor in the process. I try to close my legs,
but she is kneeling between them.

Sandra grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls it, lifting my head
off the ground. She says "Stop struggling little girl, unless you
want a bald spot. I swear I'll tear your hair out if I have to!"

I know I can't win, so I stop resisting. I willingly spread my
legs apart.

Penny: "That's a good girl." She's still on her knees between my
legs, so I can't close them anyway.

Sandra passes the jar of lip balm to her friend, saying "You need
more of this."

I'm shielding my face in my hands, trying not to inhale the dust
from the leaves. I think it's Sandra on my back, who lifts up my
dress. I feel her hands on my bare ass cheeks. She squeezes my
peaches playfully, like she's making shapes with them, while
clucking like a chicken, Penny laughs... then she pulls my sweet
cheeks apart, exposing my puckered bum-hole. The air feels cool
in the moist cleft between my cheeks...

Penny is smearing lip balm on my tushy-hole with her fingers. She
spreads it around the rim, and in the center.... and she also
applies lip balm between my pussy lips. It still feels icy, and
it stings on my mucous membranes, only I'm starting to get used
to it now. I feel her pressing on my pucker again with her
finger...

I try to squeeze my bum hole, to slow her down. But with Sandra
pulling my cheeks apart, and all that lubrication, I have no
chance of keeping her out. She keeps pressing and working on the
center, and I can only squeeze with my sphincter muscles for so
long. Pretty soon the muscles get tired.... I feel her finger
sinking in. She stops part-way, and gives it a twist, before
thrusting it the rest of the way in. She proceeds to probe around
inside my ass, and all I can do is lie there and take it.

The menthol in the lip balm is driving me crazy. It feels like
she stuck an icicle up my ass!

Sandra: "Can you feel her femur yet?"

Penny was busy jabbing the wall of my colon with her finger, "I
think I found the fracture..."

Sandra: "Okay, now what?"

Penny: "Now we have to examine the fracture, and reset it."
Sandra laughs. It's an evil laugh.

I feel increasing pressure on my anus, and I realize Penny is
worming a second finger in beside the first one. My orifice is
pried apart, as she forces her way in. Soon my asshole is wrapped
around her 2 fingers like an elastic band. She wiggles them
around inside my bum, which feels strange... Then I feel the
pressure increasing, as she tries to work in a third finger...

"Aaaaaahhhhh... that hurts!"

I tried pushing back from inside, like I was taking a shit...
hoping to maybe push her fingers out. But that only made my anus
get more loose, because I felt it go in. I could feel my anus
being stretched and pushed inside me, as she repeatedly shoved 3
fingers into my yawning orifice... push, push, push... and she
was wiggling them too, and twisting them, and shoving them
deeper... and my poor bum hole had no choice but to accommodate
them.

Penny continued rotating her 3 fingers inside me, slowly at
first, twisting right and twisting left.... and I could feel my
poor orifice twisting in the same direction. Her fingers were
stretching my bum tunnel out of shape, churning butter... and I
felt the menthol lip balm burning as it coated the inside of my
colon. It felt like I needed to take a number 2 (only I didn't, I
already went that morning). My back door was being seriously
divided and concurred. I felt my tushy-hole opening up more and
more, letting her in...

I try begging, "Stop it, please! Let me go home."

Sandra, on my back, snaps at me with her orange hair all messy:
"Keep your fuckin' mouth shut little girl! You're not goin'
anywhere! We should take your clothes and make you walk home
naked. What would the neighbors think of that?"

Penny (in a gentler tone): "She just means you shouldn't leave
the hospital till we fix your trochanter bone."

The tone of her voice is incongruous with the manner in which
she's abusing my poor tushy.

Sandra: "I mean it! Don't fuck with us little girl, or you're
walkin' home naked! We'll do what we need to do, and you're not
leaving till we fix your broken leg. So deal with it!"

The thought of walking home with no clothes on struck fear in my
heart, definitely a worst-case scenario. I heard their words, but
I was distracted by Penny shoving her fingers inside my ass,
again and again...

Penny, speaking softly: "She's just kiddin' around, Bethany.
You'll be out of here in a jiffy."

They were playing good cop - bad cop!

The damp dirty leaves were scratchy against my bare skin,
especially my mound and my belly... and the cold cement hurt my
knees. The leaves had an earthy, organic smell, like a human body
odor. Every time I breathed in through my nose, I was inhaling
leaf dust and crap.

I sneezed... and I sneezed again.... then a third time. I wiped
my nose with the back of my hand, and I wiped my hand on some
leaves.

Penny: "Wow, she's sick!"

Penny takes her fingers out of my bum, which is a relief. She
says "She needs a booster shot."

One of them is pulling my honey-cakes apart again, and I feel
something sharp scratching my bum-crack, and my pucker. The girls
are laughing it up... and I feel the thing poking me right in the
center, and it's going in...

"Ooooww!"

They keep laughing. She takes it out, but sticks it right back
in... and I feel pain inside my tushy.

Cupping my face in my hands, I think about my situation. When I
complain or struggle, they abuse me all the more. I know they're
going to do whatever they want anyway. So maybe if I cooperate,
maybe they won't be so mean. Maybe they'll even let me go. It's
worth a try...

So I arch my back, sticking my bum up in the air...

Sandra: "There's a good girl... see, she likes it."

I feel the pointed thing plunging into my bum again, as one of
them spreads my cheeks apart. It feels like target practice, and
my asshole is the bull's eye. I can't offer much resistance back
there, my elasticity is gone. Still, I keep on arching my bum in
the air, giving them an easy target. I'm hoping to impress them
by playing along with their game. The sharp thing goes in again,
and I feel it stabbing me inside...

"OOOOWWWW!!!" (I didn't mean to yell so loud, it just came out.)

Penny: "Sorry about that."

Me: "Sorry to complain."

Sandra: "Why are you apologizing?"

I didn't have a good answer. "Because... because... it's just a
game?"

Penny: "And you want to be a good patient so we can cure you."

She stabs me up the bum again, and I expect pain, but it doesn't
hurt this time. Then she takes it out. I'm hopeful that maybe,
just maybe they're going to let me go.

Then Sandra says "My turn!"

So much for being hopeful. Sandra gets off my back, and they
switch positions. I don't try to get up, what's the use? I'm not
going to do anything that might piss them off, especially Sandra.
I should probably pretend I LIKE what they're doing to me...

So now Penny, the brunette, is on my back. Crazy red-haired
Sandra is the doctor, as she kneels between my thighs. She scoots
up closer, forcing me to spread my legs farther apart. The
brunette girl pulls my bum cheeks apart...

I arch my back, pointing my bum up.... I feel something cold and
hard pressing into my orifice, something new. Whatever it is, it
feels bigger than the pointy thing was. I wince, holding my
breath as as she presses it against my tushy hole. I feel my
pucker flexing, but it doesn't go in...

Sandra passes it to Penny, who's on my back, and says "Here, make
her lick it."

Penny turns part-way around and says "Open your mouth Bethany,"
as she caresses the side of my face with the object.

I see now that it's a dirty old Coke bottle they found in the
stairwell. It's the old style, from before there were twist-offs.
I bite my teeth together, and purse my lips, turning my head the
other way. I do not this thing in my mouth!

Penny: "You said it hurts, right? So lick it. Make it nice and
slippery..."

I turn my head again... "I don't want to. Use that lip stuff."

Sandra: "Oh I will... and thanks for the suggestion."

Penny turns around on my back, so that now she's facing my head.
I feel her hand holding the back of my head, and I close my mouth
just in time, as she presses the bottle mouth against my lips
again. I turn my head away - who knows where it's been? It's
covered with dirt, and germs, there's probably dead insects
inside... not to mention it was touching my bum a few minutes
ago!

I remain defiant, with my lips tightly sealed. Each time I turn
my head, she follows with the bottle, pressing it against my
mouth...

Sandra starts spanking me, fairly hard, and only on the right
cheek... hitting the same spot over, and over, and over again...
and my right cheek starts to feel raw...

She says "I'm gonna keep spankin' till you suck it little
girl..." (whack, whack, whack...)

If she would just move around, or spank the other side as well, I
think I could handle it. But I can't take this. Tears are forming
in my eyes...

Me: "Okay stop hitting me! I'll lick it!"

Sandra: "Isn't she a good patient?"

I close my eyes as Penny inserts the dirty mouth of the bottle
between my lips...

Sandra: "That's it, suck the nice bottle..."

I surround the rim of the pop bottle with my lips, forming an
"O", and I pull my tongue further back in my mouth, trying not to
taste it. She pushes it in farther... I have to open my mouth
further so it doesn't grate against my teeth... I can only breath
through my nose now.

Along with gritty dirt on the bottle, and who knows what else, I
can taste the menthol in the greasy lip balm she put on it, and
it feels icy in my mouth. There's a bitter taste as well, that
could be my own bum hole. It's gross!

Sandra: "Open up honey, pretend you're on a date with your
boyfriend."

Penny shoves the pop bottle another inch into my mouth, and I'm
dropping my jaw as far as I can, making room for the wide part of
the bottle. It's a tight squeeze. The tip of the bottle is at the
back of my tongue now, and my gag reflex starts kicking in. I
cough, but it's blocked by the bottle, so it's forced out through
my nose. I'm afraid she's going to damage my teeth...

Penny then pulls the bottle out of my mouth, and hands it back to
her friend, as she turns around on my back so that she's facing
my rear end again.

Sandra: "Eeew, it's all slimey. Hey, lift your bum up, like
before..." She slaps my bum, right on the sore spot, and it
stings.

So I play along, arching my back again, sticking my bum out... I
really don't care anymore, I just want to get this over with, the
sooner the better. I'm still lying face-down in the dirty leaves,
stripped naked from the waist down, my knees are sore from the
cement floor... and my legs are spread wide with Sandra kneeling
between my thighs. I have to get out of this church stairwell. I
would die of embarrassment if anyone I know sees me like this.

Penny, straddling my back like I'm a pony, pulls my peaches
apart. Sandra rubs menthol goo on my tender rosebud, and she
inserts her finger and rotates it, smearing lip grease around the
inner rim.... it feels hot and cold at the same time, and stings
a bit. Then she takes it out, and I feel the mouth of the pop
bottle touching my hole.... she's twisting it, probably centering
it.... she pushes... then she pushes harder, only it doesn't go
in....

Sandra: "Spread her cheeks more..."

I feel Penny's fingertips digging into my valley, closer to my
pleated o-ring.... she spreads my honey cakes, harder than
before... my pucker feels taught and stretched, like she's trying
to pull it open... Sandra presses down on the Coke bottle,
twisting it slightly, the lip balm makes it very slippery... my
anus opens just enough, and I feel the tip of the bottle going
in, like a cork in a bottle, just an inch if that....

So in the spirit of cooperation (or resignation), I start pushing
down from inside, against the bottle, like I'm trying to shit it
out. I knew from playing doctor in the little house, that doing
this makes your bum relax inside, and it's easier for the
"doctor" to insert something. Those muscles get tired quickly, so
I only push down when I feel Sandra pushing the bottle in. It's
like she's putting on a sock, only the bottle is the foot, and my
asshole is the sock that has to stretch OVER the foot... I feel
it going a little deeper each time she pushes... sometimes she
twists it, and sometimes she eases it out before pushing it back
in.... and my pucker is forced to open up more and more as the
bottle gets wider inside me. There's a constant ache inside my
bum....

I keep arching my back, to raise my bum up, offering it to
Sandra.... as she shoves down on the bottle, twisting it back and
forth, literally reaming me out.... She leans on it with her
weight, giving it a solid shove..... I feel the widest part of
the bottle entering my bottom, prying my pucker open to a new
width, stretching it thin.... and I let out a loud involuntary
grunt....

"UUUUUUUUUUUHHH!"

It's so intense, my anus has never been stretched so wide open! I
feel the wide bulge proceeding, making my narrow bum-tube bulge
obscenely as it goes in... and I keep pushing against it from
inside my ass, helping it along, as it advances deeper and deeper
up my delicate colon... forcing the mucous membrane of my lower
intestine to fit around it.... I keep moaning and panting, as I
push back against the intruder with my gut. I might as well be
having a baby!

Then I feel the mouth of the bottle bump up against the very top
of my colon, where it curves in a different direction.... (I know
that now. All I knew at the moment was that I could feel it
poking the inside of my tummy, somewhere close to my belly
button.)

"OOOOWWW!!! That hurts!"

Penny: "Try a different angle..."

I can feel Sandra rotating the bottle deep inside me, and pushing
it more to the right... and I feel the nose of the bottle
stretching the upper wall of my intestine, making it bulge...

"That hurts!!" I blurt out.

Sandra: "We're fixing your femur bone. You can't make an omelet
without breaking a few eggs."

Penny laughs, "Rotate it!" while continuing to spread my peaches
wide apart.

Me: "Noooo! Don't rotate!...."

Before the words were out of my mouth, Sandra was turning and
twisting the bottle around in my bum tunnel, and I felt my inner
tube twisting along with it... and she kept pulling it out and
shoving it back in again...

"AAAAAAAHHH!!..."

I can feel Sandra's other hand on my vulva, and she starts
rubbing my clitoris... then she sticks a finger in my pussy, and
twirls it around.... She continues to fuck my asshole with the
bottle, with her other hand... All at once I feel an intense,
familiar tingling, as she massaging my clit and my vulva.... the
tingle spreads all through my vulva, as I have a little orgasm.
(My orgasms were always "little" in those days, compared to when
I got older.)

Sandra starts to ease the bottle out... so I stop pushing. My
inner tushy muscles are exhausted. I can feel the widest part of
the bottle coming down the shute, stretching out my colon every
inch of the way. My bum feels abused and beaten up.... but
there's a sort of nice sensation as well, the feeling you get
inside when you're taking a big number 2...

Finally Sandra pulls the bottle out, and says "Look at it!" I
could only imagine what my stretched asshole looked like, before
it closed up again....

Once it's out, I relax, and my body goes limp. I'm hoping they're
going to let me up now...

Penny: "Well I think we fixed your broken femur."

Sandra: "Don't let her up yet. She gets a present for being a
good patient."

I hear her gathering up dead leaves, crumpling them with her
hands.

Me: "Please don't..."

Sandra shouts: "Shut up and lift your ass!"

So I arch my back, like the obedient slave, pointing my bum up in
the air, closing my eyes with my face in my hands, bracing myself
for what is about to happen... My rosebud is completely relaxed
and probably still wide open from the Coke bottle. I have no
resistance to offer... She is rubbing more menthol lip balm on my
sore pucker, pushing some of it inside...

Then she crams a wad of leaves into my open bum hole.... they
feel incredibly scratchy against my tenderized anus.... she's
poking them in with her fingers... I hear her gathering up more
leaves.... then she stuffs them in me, packing them in with her
fingers, making a crunching sound.... Then I feel the bottle
being inserted all over again... she shoves it in repeatedly,
cramming the leaves up my bum...

Sandra must have really hated me, probably because I peed on her
hand earlier.

Penny gets up off my back, and says "That's it, you're good to
go!"

Sandra stands up and says "See ya next time!"

Then they go upstairs and on their merry way, leaving me lying
there, half-naked in the dirty leaves. I can't believe it's
finally over!

I stand up, pulling leaves out of my hair, and picking them out
of my crotch.... I dust off my blouse, and pull my dress back
into place, then I look around for my panties, socks, and shoes
in the leaves.... and I put them on... My panties are stretched
out of shape, they're not a tight fit anymore.

When I go upstairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen, and my bike is
gone. So I walk home. My legs feel shaky, my eyes are itchy, and
I'm thirsty. I'm thinking Tommy doesn't need to know about this.
He would tell Lynda and Debbie for sure, and they'd  only make
fun of me. I'd never hear the end of it!

When I get home, I see my bike in the yard, so Tommy brought it
back. My mom is in the kitchen making supper, and tell her what
happened - how these 2 older girls from our church took me down
in the stairwell and undressed me, and made me lie down in the
leaves, and did things to my privates that made me sore. She
listens, then kisses my forehead. She takes me over beside the
kitchen stove, and tells me to pull down my panties so she can
"assess the damage".

I'm afraid she'll freak if she sees my new panties stretched and
ruined. So I reach under my dress, pull them down quickly, and
kick them under the chair. She doesn't seem to notice. Then I
hold my dress up, while she bends closer to look at my pee-pee.
She touches my mound and my slit with her fingers, and says "No
signs of trauma up front..."

She tells me to lie across her lap, and lifts me up. She lifts up
my dress, and I feel her fingers parting my bum cheeks. Then
she's laughing, and she asks "What were they doing, signing
autographs?"

I feel my face turning rosy with embarrassment.

She says "They must have used a ball-point pen. There's blue ink
scribbled in your crack, and on your anus."

She keeps laughing, as I fail to see the humor in my misfortune.
As usual, my mom wasn't taking me seriously. She takes my hand
and leads me to the bathroom, where I bend forward as she applies
Polysporin ointment to my sore tushy-hole. She even sticks a
finger inside, to spread ointment there, and I can feel her
poking around.

Then she says "What's this?" as she fishes something out with her
finger. "Were you playing in the leaves, dear? This was inside
you." She starts laughing again, holding a soggy crumpled leaf by
the stem, and I'm really pissed off now.

Me: "No, it was those girls! THEY did that to me! They stuck
leaves up my bum!"

Mom: "Lucky you! And did you remember to thank them?"

I was infuriated by her sarcasm. Obviously I wasn't getting much
sympathy from her. She gives me a dismissive slap across my bare
bum and says "I think you'll survive, dear. Don't talk to
strangers in the future."

Talk about adding insult to injury! I collected my pink panties
from the kitchen (so she wouldn't see them), and marched up to my
bedroom and slammed the door. I liked playing doctor with my
friends, in the little house, but this time it was forced on me,
and I hated it. I was quite afraid of those crazy bitches. That
would be the last time I discussed anything sexual with my mother
for many years to come.

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(c) 2013 by Bethany Boh - email: bethanyb.2017@protonmail.com
I welcome your feedback, even if it's just to correct my typos!

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I also wrote "Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 1", and "The
Official Rules of Strip Twister" 

You can find my stories at:

/files/Authors/Bethany_Boh

Or via FTP at:

ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Bethany_Boh

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