
LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 1

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

Caution, may contain adult subject matter, including: ff, mf,
pedo, ds, MF, mast, toys, oral, anal, etc.

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SYNOPSIS

A scantily-clad author sips a scotch while typing out her sexual
memoirs. She reminisces about her carefree youth, when she and
her young friends were discovering their bodies. A time when, due
to a general absence of parental supervision, they were able to
secretly rendezvous to play their medical games.

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PROLOGUE

It's Friday night. I'm wearing panties and nothing else. I'm
sweaty, I opened all the windows, the ceiling fan is spinning
like a Spitfire propeller - but it's still too fucking hot!
That's because we're in a heat wave. So to cope, I'm sipping a
Glenfiddich on the rocks. 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 dear boyfriend
and housemate, claims it dries out his vocal cords. He's out of
town on a gig with his blues band at the moment. Sometimes I tag
along, but this time I stayed home to work on my memoirs - the
refined literature you are now perusing. I expect I'll be feeling
pretty horny after writing about sex all weekend, so I'm hoping
he feels amorous when he gets home on Monday. Till then, I'll be
here at the computer if anybody needs me.

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LAISSEZ-FAIRE WAS EVERYWHERE

When I was a little girl, our parents weren't big on supervision.
The back door stayed unlocked all day, we never talked about
predators (unless we were singing "Teddy Bear's Picnic"), and
when we went outside to play, our parents didn't feel they had to
keep an eye on us all the time. We were free to create our own
amusement, and to explore. 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 educational.

We started discovering our bodies when we were very young. My
brother Tommy was in kindergarten a year ahead of me, but we
continued to play together. We shared a bedroom, so we thought
nothing of undressing in front of each other. Also, my mom found
it convenient to give us our bath together, and she would leave
us to look after ourselves. I could check out his penis, and he
could check out my vulva. As far as I was concerned, his
equipment was way more interesting than mine, but I wasn't aware
of what I could do with it yet.

It would be a few years till I discovered masturbation. That
happened one night when I got under my covers, and wasn't quite
ready to go to sleep. So I amused myself by playing with my
coochie (letting my fingers do the walking). Only this time it
somehow felt better than usual. Maybe my hormone levels were
changing, or maybe it was my technique, I don't know. I was just
rubbing that button above my pee-hole, and tickling my pussy like
I always did. The feeling grew and grew, till I was blown away by
a delicious tingling in my vulva. It felt amazing! The sensation
was brief, lasting maybe twenty seconds, then it faded away.

That fascinating sensation was the first thing I remembered when
I woke up the following morning. I didn't know what hit me, but I
couldn't wait to try it again at bedtime.

Pretty soon I got obsessive about it... I was doing it under the
covers after lights-out, or while sitting on the toilet, or under
a blanket in the back seat of my dad's Chevy (more fun than
whining "Are we there yet?"). And I could do it almost anywhere,
as long as no one was watching. I would just slip my hand down
the front of my panties, massage my special button, maybe tickle
my pussy-hole with another finger... and voila! I would come.

Sometimes I also made myself come by squeezing a pillow between
my thighs, or by straddling the padded armrest of an easy chair
or couch... applying the right amount of pressure to my vulva.
Then I would gently rock the boat till the fireworks went off. It
wouldn't take long, and I'd have my little orgasm before you
could say "Where's Bethany?"

No kidding, one time I got all tingly while bouncing on my
daddy's knee, as he read the newspaper in the den. I had on a
short yellow dress with panties when I climbed aboard. I was
facing away from him as I bounced on his knee, riding it like a
rodeo bull. I knew exactly what I was doing, as I rocked forward
and back, forward and back... with my excitable vulva bearing the
brunt of my body weight. I maneuvered the rocking motion so that
all my buttons were being pressed, till the sensation crescendoed
to a sweet orgasm. I'm pretty sure my dad had no idea how much
fun I was really having - and I had no clue why it felt so good.
I just knew it was better than candy!

To be honest, while my technique has definitely improved over the
years, my method is basically the same. I've learned a few
variations - such as curling a finger up under my pubic bone to
stimulate my G-spot, and sometimes I like to play with toys (I'm
a big fan of fruit and veggies). I think masturbating is one of
the most natural and instinctive acts a person can do... and I've
heard it's good for your heart.

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JUST SAY NO TO G.I. JOE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I told them about the time I was in the bathtub with Tommy,
and I accidently discovered I could make his penis stand up like
a little balloon animal. (You can bet I had their wide-eyed
attention with this story!) I said I was just rubbing soap on his
bird, and basically washing it... when it started getting bigger.
I could feel it swelling up in my hands. As I rubbed it with more
soap, and scrubbed it with my fingers, it slowly rose up, like a
wiener dog standing up to be petted.

Our mom would fill the tub so that the water only came up to your
waist in the deep end, but Tommy was in the shallow end, sitting
on his heels. So his pecker was above the water, where the suds
wouldn't get rinsed off. As I continued washing him, I put my
other hand on his crotch, and started rubbing him there with the
soap. He opened his legs more to allow better access, so I could
lather up his nut bag with the bar of Ivory (unlike his pecker,
his scrotum seemed to be shrinking) - and at the same time I kept
washing his penis. He didn't seem to mind at all!

I squeezed his soapy scrotum, trying to feel his balls inside.
They seemed to be floating around freely in there, since whenever
I tried to capture one of them between my fingers, it would
always swim away. Then I put my fingers on his perineum (the
firm, round muscle behind his scrotum). It felt like it was part
of his swollen penis, only it was inside his crotch.

Then I poke my fingers between his cheeks, like I'm entering the
continental divide. I touch the outer perimeter of his pleated
anus, and he sticks his tushy out so I can get to it more easily.
I slide my finger a little deeper between his peaches, so my
finger is squarely on his pucker, and I can feel the creases in
it, all cinched up around the center.

I push the bar of soap between his cheeks to lather him up there
(figuring it was surely the dirtiest part on any boy). As I'm
rubbing his ass with the soap, my fingers are brushing against
his puckered orifice. It feels softer and warmer than any other
part of his ass, and it gives when you press on it. I turn the
soap so that a corner of it is pressing against his skin, and I
focus on his rear entrance. I feel it sinking in a little. Then I
let go of the soap so I can use my fingers on him.

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

As I push into the warm funnel of his asshole, the center of it
is still closed, but it allows my finger to sink deeper as the
outer part of his orifice opens up. And the deeper my finger
penetrates his funnel, the more delicate and soft the skin feels
(actually it's mucous membrane)... till my finger pushes through
the other side of his orifice, and the tip of my finger enters an
open space, the inner cavity of his bum-tunnel. I wiggle my
finger around, and rotate it, reaming out the slippery inner rim
of his rectum, like I'm prying a tire off a wheel.

Then I pull my finger out, and I use both hands on his penis,
feeling and massaging the length of it.

I find the bar of soap in the water, and start rubbing all over
his dick with the bar cupped between my palms. I press on the tip
of his cock with my thumb to make the little hole open wider, and
I scrub it briskly... then a shot of warm pee comes squirting
out, splashing against my hand. I laugh, and rinse it off in the
bath water. Apparently rubbing someone's pee-hole with your thumb
makes them pee on you!

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

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

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

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SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN

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

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

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

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IT'S M'm M'm GOOD!

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

That said, I was not so envious of Lynda's home life. She lived
with her aunt and uncle (for some reason her mother couldn't
raise her). They were old-school in their methods, not
laissez-faire like my parents. Her aunt would punish her for any
little thing she disapproved of.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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LITTLE DEBBIE & HER SISTERS

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

Debbie's parents were not typical, in that they both worked day
jobs. In those days most moms were homemakers. Debbie had three
older sisters, and a brother who had finished high school and
moved out. Her older sisters were supposed to keep a lid on
things while their parents were away. Only problem was, they
couldn't care less, so Debbie came and went as she pleased.

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

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

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MUD PIES & SOAPY SURPRISE

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

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

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

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

Lynda then felt her aunt's bony fingers poking between her
honey-cakes, prying them apart to expose her anus. She said it
felt creepy. She felt her applying a cool dab of Vaseline to her
puckered orifice with her finger, smearing it around on her
winking pink rosebud. Then she felt something hard and prickly
pressing against her back door, and she knew it was a piece of
the broken soap. Not satisfied with scrubbing out Lynda's mouth,
her aunt apparently wanted to scrub out the other end as well!

Lynda winced as the jagged chunk of soap was jammed into her rear
cleavage. She squeezed tight with her rear orifice in an effort
to prevent entry, but her aunt only pressed down more firmly with
the soap, wearing down her resistance. Her reluctant sphincter
was weakening, little by little. And as her aunt wasn't backing
off, her bum-hole was being forced to open up more, allowing the
soap to wedge further inside... like a doorstop. As long as her
aunt kept applying pressure, the soap would continue to wedge
deeper into her anus. Lynda was unable to close her back door, no
matter how hard she squeezed with her ring muscle. Plus, with a
slick coating of Vaseline on her anus, there was zero friction to
slow down it's progress.

Lynda could feel the rough piece of soap scratching the inside
edge of her her puckered aperture, as it was pushed further
inside her... that is, till it reached the half-way point. That's
when Lynda could no longer oppose the intruder from entering her
inner realm. In fact, now as she tightened her rectum, it had the
opposite effect. By squeezing the outer half of the soap, it was
being propelled forward, causing it to enter her ass more
quickly. It disappeared inside her, as if it had been sucked into
a black hole. This caused an irritating sensation to the insides
of her sweet asshole.

Not that Lynda was a virgin to anal insertions at this point in
her life. Her aunt had given her the occasional enema at bath
time, using a rubber hose that hooked up to the sink tap. Lynda
showed it to us once. The hose was red, with a long black nozzle
on the business end that would go up her bum... and her aunt
applied Vaseline to help it go in.

Her aunt would sit on the edge of the tub, with Lynda draped
across her lap, naked and face-down. Even though an enema was
never meant to be any sort of punishment, Lynda REALLY dreaded
this... because their sink had separate tap handles for hot and
cold, before the water came out a single spout. Once the nozzle
was planted inside her ass, she never knew what to expect.

Sometimes Lynda got lucky, and the water came out at a low flow
rate, at a nice comfortable temperature. Other times it didn't
happen so smoothly. Seated on the edge of the tub, her aunt had
to hold on to the nozzle with one hand so it wouldn't pop out
when the water started flowing. So then she had to reach over to
the sink with her free hand, to turn on the separate hot and cold
taps, and then make separate adjustments till the temperature was
just right.

Her aunt was never very good at this, and the old taps were stiff
to turn. If she was smart she would've started with the cold
water.... but often she got confused, and turned the hot water on
first, and it would come out way too fast and it was scalding
hot. Her aunt would then turn on the cold water to cool it down,
but Lynda would experience the rush of steaming hot water going
up her bum almost immediately.... and no matter how quickly her
aunt got to the cold water tap, it would still take precious
seconds for it to travel the length of the hose. So, much like
the U.S. cavalry, cooler water would arrive a little too late...
after Lynda's young bowels were already half-full and parboiled
to perfection. All she could do at that point was express her
discomfort by screaming her head off, at a high pitch, and as
loud as possible.

It sounded something like:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

I know exactly how that scream sounded, because it happened once
when I was there for a sleep-over. I was supposed to join Lynda
in the bath tub, only it happened to be enema night, so I was
told to wait in the hallway, with the door shut, and just a towel
around me, till they were finished. So at first it was quiet as
Lynda's aunt was positioning her over her lap, then greasing up
her bum, then securing the enema nozzle up her ass (so far so
good)... Then I could hear the water running (the hot water made
a high-pitched squeal in the pipes as it started flowing through
the red hose).... Then I heard Lynda's ear-piercing scream
through the closed door as scalding hot water shot into her
tender rectum, filling her ass up like a hot water bottle. It
made my hair stand on end, and I could only wonder what the fuck
her aunt was doing to her THIS time! Poor Lynda obediently held
it in till she made it over to the toilet, and only then did she
relieve herself. She had stopped crying by the time I got into
the bathtub with her, but she didn't want to talk about it.

I suppose Lynda's aunt grew up on the receiving end of enemas
herself, as they were once recommended as a healthy and
preventative treatment. This whole thing was completely foreign
to Tommy and me, as enemas were never given at our house. The
only time I got an enema was at the doctor's office (a real
doctor this time), when I had cramps from constipation.

I've gone off on another tangent, haven't I...

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

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

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

Poor Lynda was mortified as it dawned on her that her aunt was
probably planning to shove every last piece of that broken soap
up her ass. She described to Debbie and me how helpless she
felt.... lying there naked across her aunt's lap, as each piece
of soap was pressed against her asshole, and forced inside her...
then pushed further up her narrow bum-tube by her aunt's finger.
Her aunt was in such a strange mood that day, Lynda didn't have
the nerve to go into her crying routine.

Eventually there were no more pieces of soap on the bathroom
counter. They were all inside Lynda now. She could feel a
sickening irritation growing inside her, as the soap started
dissolving inside the warm dampness of her bowels. It was
stinging a little bit, and aggravating the sensitive tissue that
lined her pristine colon. She wanted to crap it out in the worst
way. It took will power to fight the urge to have a number two
right then and there, on her aunt's lap... plus she was clenching
her cheeks. I think it was the fear of her aunt's wrath that
helped her to hold it in.

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

And her aunt wasn't quite finished with her yet. To complete the
punishment, she gave her a series of searing slaps across her
fanny with the palm of her hand... admonishing her in the exact
same rhythm....

"Don't - you - EVER - do - that - again - young - lady!!!"

Lynda said the spanking hurt bad enough... but she was more
distracted by the provocation coming from the cluster of inserted
soap... building up inside her gut like a ticking time bomb
getting ready to blow.

Finally Lynda's aunt gave her permission to relieve herself, so
she got down from her lap and hurried over to the toilet, still
totally nude. She sat there, pushing down from inside, trying to
shit the soap out.... only now it didn't seem to want to come
out. I'm guessing the sphincter muscles inside her bum tube went
into a spasm, maybe as a defense to prevent anything else from
getting in there.

I mean, picture this mass of soap chunks deep inside the poor
girl's tushy. It was HUGE compared to the skinny little torpedoes
her bum was used to handling... and it was an irritation to the
delicate membrane inside her ass. This just wasn't Lynda's day.
She sat there, waiting... till at last she felt things moving,
and she was able to shit the clump of soap out. She said it felt
a lot better coming out than it did when it was going in.

So Lynda lost her taste for mud pies that day. No WONDER we were
all so afraid of her aunt! Lynda was thick-skinned though, and
she could joke about it. When we wanted to do something naughty,
she might say "I'll get a beating for sure if eAuntie catches
me..." then she'd do it anyway.

   ***

IT'S OKAY I'M WITH THE BAND

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

Now I'll tell you more about my boyfriend. Stefan's band is
probably playing their last set, and he'd better not be getting
lucky with some groupie tonight. I'm not naive. I know all too
fucking well how chicks and cougars hit on them, and I know how
the guys like to party after the gig. After all, that's sort of
how I met Stefan. Blues music makes women thirsty and horny, it's
a fact.

First time we met, the band was on a break, and Stefan sat down
next to me at the bar. I asked him for a light, and complimented
him on the music. I was in awe of his tight red leather pants,
and I said "Are those painted on, or did you need a shoe horn to
get into them?" He came back with something like "I don't know,
but maybe you'd like to help me take them off." He made me laugh.

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

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

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

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

He explored my open mouth freely with the tip of his tongue....
going over and under my tongue, behind my teeth, even tickling
the back of my mouth.... he was quite the explorer. Sometimes I
explored his mouth when he gave me a chance... and again I felt
his hand groping under my cocktail dress, his fingers creeping
beneath the elastic waist of my panties... and it felt nice.

So, I decided I had done enough teasing for one night. I
stretched my arms above my head in a gesture of surrender, while
moaning softly as we kissed. Stefan's fingers were now between my
legs, massaging the outside of my pussy, with no opposition on my
part. I opened my legs wide apart, giving him the green light....
and he rubbed my pussy lips harder, urging them to part and
making me wet. As he was working on my vulva with his fingers, he
continued probing my mouth with his adventurous tongue... and I
stuck my tongue in his mouth too (I call it having mouth sex). A
couple of his fingers entered my vagina, and he applied his magic
to me there. Our tongues wrestled together like a couple of slugs
in heat, twisting and turning in each others juices.

Meanwhile, I slid my hand down between us and worked his zipper
down.... unfastened the snap.....  then I reached inside and
pulled out his beautiful cock from the confines of it's red
leather prison.... free at last!  I played with his dick, as it
stood firmly at attention... jerking it the way guys had taught
me to over the years.... surrounding it with my thumb and
fingers, gently jerking the foreskin up and down over the shaft,
letting it slip between my fingers... varying the pace, going
slow, going fast... sliding my fingers up to the top, then all
the way down to the base, then all the way up again..... teasing
the sensitive strawberry-shaped crown, fingering the pool of
early-bird semen collecting in the mouth of his urethra...
pushing down with my fingertip like I wanted to insert it (no
hope of it ever fitting of course)... and thrilled that not only
was he well-hung, he was circumcised too! (My apologies to all
you naturalists. I'm just not into foreskin and whatever it is
that grows underneath it.)

Stefan was working on my pussy with his fingers, and being quite
creative about it. He was playing my groove like a guitar...
fingering my fretboard... playing trills on my clitoris... he was
pressing all my buttons, and soon I could feel my first orgasm
approaching already. I couldn't help myself, didn't want to.
"Oh!... Oh Stefan!"

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

   ***

THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debbie had dressed for the occasion in tight pink shorts with a
light blue crop top (belly button showing). She looked very sexy.
Lynda wore a yellow sleeveless sun dress with an elastic top,
with bare shoulders - also looking quite attractive. Lynda looks
good in anything. I was wearing my blue tartan skirt with a white
short-sleeve blouse... and all of us girls were wearing
flip-flops. Tommy was wearing blue denim cut-offs, with an
army-green tank top, and no shoes. The soles of his feet were
filthy, but I knew the rest of him was clean because we had our
bath the night before.

The top side of the back of the couch is wide enough that we can
lie on it, so that's going to be the examination table. Lynda is
blushing, her face almost as red as her cherry moustache, as she
climbs onto the couch and kicks off her sandals. She sits with
her legs dangling down the back, keeping her hands busy by
smoothing her yellow dress over the tops of her thighs.

Debbie is standing behind the couch (it's away from the wall), as
she instructs Lynda to "Jus' lie back and relax".

Tommy and I are on our knees on the seat cushions, side by side.
We watch as Lynda lifts up her bare feet and lies down on her
back, along the top of the couch. She appears to be breathing
heavily. She is still flat chested (we all are), but her nipples
look pointy under her yellow dress. None of us wears a bra yet.

Little Debbie lifts Lynda's yellow dress up, and folds it over
above her belly. She is wearing tight yellow panties, to match
her dress. The fabric is pinched in her crotch, in the crease.
Debbie slips her fingers underneath the elastic waistband, and
with a few tugs she pulls Lynda's panties down and takes them
off.

I'm staring in amazement at Lynda's mound, with it's wispy
triangle of blonde hair. I'm in shock because I don't have any
hair down there yet myself, and last time I saw her naked,
neither did she. I guess Lynda and I hadn't undressed together
for a while. Debbie was a year older than Lynda and me, and even
she had no pubic hair yet.

Debbie arranges Lynda's legs so that her knees are up, and she
spreads them outward in an open "V" shape. The early afternoon
sun is coming in through a southern window, and the light happens
to be shining directly on Lynda, highlighting her vulva. Tommy
gawks at her pussy like it's the first time he's seen one of
these babies, but of course this isn't the case. He's seen mine
many times at home. Still, I feel jealous for some reason, seeing
him take an interest in my friend's goodies. I'm wondering if
she'll ever stop upstaging me.

Little Debbie reaches into her back pocket and produces a twig.

"Time for your needle..." adding "this won't hurt a bit," which
isn't exactly true as it turns out.

Lynda folds her arms over her face, like she doesn't want to see
what Debbie is about to do to her. Naked from the waist down, she
looks like the sacrificial virgin at the alter. Her labia is pink
like a coral sea shell, in contrast with the pale skin of her
bikini area.

Debbie parts her slit with her fingers, and pokes a finger inside
the entrance to her vagina. Her finger goes in to the first
knuckle, and she rotates it. She pushes in a bit further, as if
she's looking for something, then takes it out. I don't know if
Debbie knew what a hymen was back then, I sure didn't.

Next Debbie pries apart the little hood that covers Lynda's
pee-hole, and rubs the tiny opening with her finger. She picks up
the twig and wets it in her mouth, then moves it toward Lynda's
crotch. Without further adieu she inserts the twig directly into
the little hole.....

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

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

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

Debbie is pleading with Lynda... "Don't go, it's still your
turn... I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful..." and she goes on
and on, begging Lynda to stay and play with us.

Debbie: "After you it'll be Bethany's turn, and then it's Tommy's
turn..."

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

Lynda: "Oh yeah, right..."

She says nothing more as she climbs back up on the couch and lies
down, without any encouragement... raising her knees up, lifting
up her dress... spreading her legs in a "V" shape, same as
before, as if nothing had happened. Funny how the mention of my
brother's name is enough to bring her back to her senses.

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

Debbie: "Did you feel that?"

Lynda: "Yeah... it tickles."

Debbie: "So it doesn't hurt?"

Lynda: "No, not really."

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

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

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

Debbie: "Okay, now roll over."

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

"No smart remarks from the patient... just turn over, doctor's
orders." says Debbie with a convincing tone of medical authority.

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

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

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

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

Debbie takes hold of Lynda's ankles and spreads her legs farther
apart. She tells her to "arch her back". Lynda does this, and it
makes her ass point more upward. It looks sexy. She's not
clenching her cheeks anymore, so now you can partly see her anus.

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

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

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

"Is that uncomfortable?" I ask.

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

I increase the pressure, now pressing closer to her anus, as I
spread her peaches wide apart. It distorts her pucker sideways,
making it oval. Some of the creases around her puckered orifice
get smoothed out, and the skin between her anus and vagina is so
taught it forms a ridge going across. There's a little
cone-shaped hollow in the very center of her rosebud now. The
skin inside the center of her rosebud is a darker shade from the
outer part, more reddish. (Sorry if I sound like an interior
decorator here!)

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

Little Debbie laughs. "You're right it does! Anyone want to kiss
it?"

I say "Gross!"

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

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

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

Tommy: "Nothing."

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

After a moment he sort of leans forward, hesitating half-way...
He's looking at Lynda's butt at close range, but he's not too
sure about this.

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

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

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

Debbie says "Hurry up."

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

Debbie isn't satisfied. "No, no, no! You have to kiss it there...
right there..." and as she says this she gooses Lynda's
spread-out anus with her forefinger, making her orifice flex
inward. Lynda squeals at a high pitch, like only a little girl
can.

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

Tommy leans forward, and this time he places his face squarely in
the center between Lynda's sweet-buns (with me holding them wide
apart), and kisses her on the asshole. He surrounds her pucker
with his lips, and his cheeks go concave like he's sucking on
it... maybe he's licking it too.... Lynda can't stop laughing,
like it tickles. He makes a smacking sound as he pulls his mouth
away... now he's showing off.

Debbie: "Now was that so hard?"

Tommy returns to his original position on the seat cushions, on
his knees beside me. Debbie moves back behind the couch to
continue examining Lynda. She picks out a new twig from the toy
box, and playfully pokes here and there on Lynda's tushy with it,
while avoiding her orifice. Lynda's rosebud winks every time he
pokes anywhere close to it...

Debbie says "Hold her open Bethany." Apparently I was slacking
off.

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

Debbie: "Hey Tommy... "

"What?"

"I think we need more twigs. Would you get some from the
backyard? Look for smooth ones, with round ends, not too rough...
it's better if there's no bark."

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

"You guys think Tommy's having fun?"

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

Debbie: "What d'you think Lynda?"

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

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

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

Debbie: "But he looks nervous."

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

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

Lynda: "Well it hurt... and I wasn't expecting it."

Debbie: "Fair enough... but just go along with it, whatever we
do."

Lynda: "Okay... long as I get to play with his penis."

Debbie: "You will, I promise. Once we pull his pants down we'll
take turns."

Me: "I don't care what you do to him... but I don't want the
stick in my pee-hole."

Debbie: "Okay, no problem... any requests, Lynda?"

Lynda: "Ummmm... I guess I don't care, long as I get to play with
Tommy."

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

Me: "I was just washing it with soap, sort of rubbing it... like
a magic lamp."

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

Me: "What?"

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

Tommy was just coming in the door.

Debbie: "Tell ya later..."

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

I smile back, nervously. She looks like she's ready to go again,
so I place my hands on Lynda's sweet-buns and start spreading the
news. Debbie rests her hand on the patient's thigh, holding the
new twig....

Debbie: "Hey Tommy, got any spit?"

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

Debbie: "Spit on it for me."

Tommy: "Spit where?"

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

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

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

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

Debbie: "Try to relax, Lynda."

She presses the tip down at different spots, in the spit, looking
for the center... then the twig sinks in a bit. She jiggles it
around and pushes it in further. Tommy's spit makes a good
lubricant.

Debbie plays with the twig, twisting it, wiggling it, poking at
slightly different angles... then she puts her finger on the end
of it and pushes. It sinks another inch into Lynda's anus, and
now there's not much left to hold on to. Deb grips it between her
fingers and starts pulling it out... Lynda's o-ring lifts up with
it, as it comes out.... Then she pushes it back in again with one
stroke, going in most of the way.

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

Debbie pulls the twig out of Lynda's bum. Her asshole has a
little space in the center where the twig came out. Before it can
close up, Debbie puts the twig back into the hole, and pushes it
back in, till there's just a stub showing. I'm guessing it was
three or four inches long, which is plenty long when you're a
little kid. Then she pulls it out. We all watch as the little
dark hole in the center closes up again.

   ***

MY TURN

Debbie: "Okay next patient."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debbie asks Tommy to spread my peaches more. I feel his fingers
digging in and pulling them wider apart... and I feel the skin
stretching around my anus. I kind of like that sensation, when my
crack is pulled taught. It feels like she's not just stretching
my anus, she's stretching the skin inside my hole, like she wants
to look inside me...

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

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

Then I feel the twig graze across my anus, and it moves away.
Then it's back again, tickling around the edge... and finally she
sticks it inside my tushy-hole. It's an interesting sensation,
after she made me wait for it. Next she touches several inches
away from my anus with the twig (I think - here we go again)...
She draws a spiral with the twig, circling my anus, getting
closer... then it's tickling the edge of my anus... then she's
poking inside my pucker again, probing the very center of the
hole. It's like she's scratching an itch that was driving me
crazy.

I feel the twig rooting around in my asshole. In my mind's eye I
try to picture what it looks like to the others (based on what
Lynda's bum looked like to me), with Tommy spreading my cheeks...
it must look obscene, and beautiful at the same time.

I'm amazed by how much sensation I have inside my tail-end. I
tighten my sphincter muscle around the twig, gripping it as she
slides it in and out, which increases the friction, making it
more intense. As she probes the dark privacy of my rectum, I feel
it hitting something. There is resistance. Maybe my sphincter
muscles are closing up to restrict access, creating an obstacle
course for the intruder as it tries to enter deeper in my bum...
or maybe she's just off center.

Debbie takes it out for a moment and Tommy lets go of my peaches.
I feel my ass and legs relaxing. I dn't think she's finished with
me yet, or else she'd be telling me to get down.... Now Tommy is
spreading my honey cakes again, and I feel the stick entering my
asshole. As she probes me, I occasionally feel it catching on
something, pricking me inside my ass. It feels so invasive, so
incredibly personal, but I play along, hoping she knows what
she's doing. I'm a volunteer guinea pig for little Debbie's
medical experiments.

Then I feel Debbie touching my vulva with one hand. She rubs my
sugar plum, and I feel a spark. She rubs along the crack of my
vulva with her thumb, sometimes dipping inside. I feel a sweet
sensation starting up inside my pussy, as she slides in the
juices that are forming between my labia lips. Her thumb goes
slightly inside me, stimulating the nerves wherever she touches.
The muscles inside my pussy contract, responding to her massage,
and it feels heavenly! It's like my pussy mouth is sucking on her
thumb as she massages the silky tissue inside, making me tingle
there, and throughout my vulva... And I'm wondering when she
learned how to do this. Has she been practicing on herself?

I feel an orgasm approaching... my face is buried in my hands and
my eyes are closed. I concentrate on the sensation between my
legs, and I don't care if I have an audience. My clitoris, my
pelvis, my vagina, are all rising together on a wave of
pleasure... even my asshole feels good. She's moving the twig in
and out, and I feel my bum-tube contracting around it, like my
ass is sucking on a lollipop... and I'm pressing back toward the
stimulation. My body language is saying "Give me more!" Fireworks
are going off all over my vulva and my pussy... Then it settles
down, and I feel totally relaxed. For the moment I forget where I
am.....

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

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

Debbie: "Well you look healthy to me, you can get down now."

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

I wondered why little Debbie was being so nice to me. She went
out of her way to make me tingle, and not just a little bit,
either. I didn't see her doing that for Lynda. It occurs to me
she might be rewarding me for helping to recruit Tommy into doing
this. Or maybe it was because I was such a good patient, and when
she pushed my buttons I responded.

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

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THE OFFICIAL RULES OF STRIP TWISTER

"The game that ties you up in knots, gets you drunk, and makes
you take your clothes off!"

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

An excerpt from Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 1*

Play STRIP TWISTER when you feel like getting totally crazy with
your friends. We recommend you play this game in warm weather, or
at least turn up the heat or put on a fire. And you'll need to
stock up on alcoholic refreshments. Also, we recommend you do not
drink and drive, as it's way more fun to have a sleep-over with
your Strip Twister friends.

WHAT YOU'LL NEED:

You'll need an original TWISTER DIAL with the spinning arrow, and
the PLASTIC MAT with the colored dots. Everything else about it
is, well, twisted! If you don't happen to have a game of TWISTER
sitting around, you can still buy it cheap in toy stores. Print
these rules and keep them with the game. You will also have to
write out some cards with "tasks" on them (see rule #10).

THE RULES OF STRIP TWISTER:

  1. The players ANTE UP an agreed amount to play (say $5 each).
The last person to remain in the game wins the pot.

  2. One person has to be the "REFEREE". The referee is also the
spinner, and has the final word. The referee spins the dial for
each player. The referee enforces the rules, and can disqualify
any player if she/he deems it's warranted by the rules. The ref
will also help an "active player" perform "tasks" if needed. The
person the ref is spinning for is called the "ACTIVE PLAYER".

  3. UP TO 4 PLAYERS CAN PLAY (not counting the referee). To
start, each player puts one foot on a corner dot. It doesn't
matter which foot, and it doesn't matter which color. The ref
spins the arrow to see which player starts, then the order is
clockwise. The ref spins for each player, and the active player
has to put a hand or foot on the color the arrow stops on. For
your first 3 turns, you can place any hand or foot that is not
already on the mat on any available dot of the selected color.
After all the player's hands and feet are placed on dots, the
player chooses which hand or foot to move to an unoccupied dot of
the selected color. (The active player may choose an unoccupied
dot which is more convenient, or perhaps one which is more
interesting!)

  4. DRESS CODE: You have to take your shoes off before the game
starts, but you can wear socks (only one pair), and pantyhose or
tights, a bra, a belt, etc. Accessories such as purses,
headphones, wallets, glasses, watches, jewelry, and other
non-clothing items count as an item of clothing only if everyone
is agreeable. The more clothes you wear, the more items you have
to take off before you end up bare naked! The referee decides if
a player is wearing too many clothes, and may ask you to take
something off before the game starts, to keep it fair.

  5. A player's HANDS AND FEET MUST NOT LEAVE THE DOTS. If a
player leaves any dots that they are occupying, or falls, the
player may be disqualified at the discretion of the ref (same as
regular Twister). Valid exceptions for temporarily leaving dots
are listed in rules #6, 7, 8, 9.

  6. PUSHING IS NOT ALLOWED. The ref may cite a pusher for
unnecessary roughness, and ask the player to DRAW A CARD (and do
as it says).

  7. If the ARROW LANDS ON GREEN, the currently active player
must STRIP OFF 1 ITEM of CLOTHING. The active player is allowed
to leave their position temporarily to do this. After the item of
clothing has been removed, the active player must resume the same
position on the dots, and then the active player moves any hand
or foot to an unoccupied GREEN dot.

  8. If the ARROW LANDS ON RED, the other players have to KISS
THE ACTIVE PLAYER ON THE MOUTH. Each kisser can temporarily leave
up to 3 of their dots to do this, but at least 1 foot or hand
must remain on it's dot. After the kiss, each kisser must resume
their current position. If a kisser can't reach the active player
to kiss her/him on the mouth, the ref must ask them to draw a
card (and do what it says).

The ACTIVE PLAYER must make her/his mouth as AVAILABLE as
possible to receive each kiss from the other players, without
leaving any dots. After receiving all kisses, the active player
then takes one hand or foot off a dot, and places it on an
unoccupied RED dot.

Optional substitutions for #8: If a player is squeamish about
kissing on the mouth, they may opt for "no tongue", or even a
Hollywood kiss (not directly on the mouth) - BORING! Players of
the same sex can just shake hands. In any case, at least 1 foot
or hand must remain on it's dot for the kisser, and all feet and
hands stay in position for the active player who receives the
kisses etc.

  9. If the ARROW LANDS ON BLUE, the active player must TICKLE
EACH OF THE OTHER PLAYERS, for 10 seconds each (the ref counts),
using one hand or both hands, and it can be anywhere or
everywhere on their body - in hope that they might lose their
balance and fall off their dots, for which the ref MUST
DISQUALIFY them. The active player/tickler must keep at least 1
FOOT on the dot it was on, while tickling the others. After
tickling the other players, the active player resumes her/his
previous position, then moves any hand or foot to an unoccupied
BLUE dot.

Optional substitution for #9: If everyone is agreeable, tickling
is only permitted above the belt line - in case they can't handle
that much excitement. BORING!!

  10. If the ARROW LANDS ON YELLOW, the active player must DRAW A
CARD and do what it says. The cards must be created before
starting the game (you can just write on napkins, or scraps of
paper, etc). Keep them in order, and take the top card, replacing
it on the bottom (or you could shuffle them).

Each card tells you to perform a specific task. You can use our
suggestions for tasks (see below), or you can make up your own
tasks - (a task should be challenging, or embarrassing, or it
gets you more drunk, or all three!) The active player may
temporarily leave her/his position on the dots to fulfill the
task, and the ref will assist as necessary. After the task is
fulfilled, the active player resumes her/his same position, then
moves any hand or foot to an unoccupied YELLOW dot.

ANY TIME YOU ARE REQUIRED TO DRAW A CARD: If, in the ref's wise
opinion, you have FAILED to perform your task, you must STRIP OFF
1 ITEM OF CLOTHING, then draw another card and do as it says...
repeating as necessary until you succeed at a task.

There must be at least 2 task cards, but it's more fun if there
are several. Let your imagination run wild! Here are a few
suggestions for tasks you might put on the cards:

  a) Down a shot of tequila (or other liquor).

  b) Stand on your head for 15 seconds while holding an ice cube
between your legs, without dropping it. The ref will assist in
placing the ice cube in a secure location.

  c) Crawl on your hands and knees around everyone in the room
with an ice cube placed on your back, without it falling off.

  d) Chug a glass of beer with your head upside down without
spilling any (the glass would be placed against your upper lip,
instead of your lower lip).

  e) Describe, in graphic detail to everyone in the room, an
embarrassing sexual experience you had. If the ref thinks your
story is too boring, or if you don't have a story, you fail.
Strip off 1 item of clothing, then take another card and do as it
says.

  f) Pour a round of shots for everyone, including yourself.

  11. If the ARROW LANDS ON A COLOR the active player is ALREADY
OCCUPYING, the active player cannot move a hand or foot that's on
that color. They must move a hand or foot which is on a different
color, to an unoccupied dot of the selected color, after
fulfilling other requirements for that color. (So for example, if
RED is selected and your LEFT FOOT is already on red, it stays
there. The player must fulfill all kissing requirements for RED
rule #7, then she/he moves any hand or their RIGHT foot to an
unoccupied RED dot.)

  12. ONLY 1 HAND OR FOOT IS ALLOWED ON EACH DOT AT A TIME. You
cannot move to a dot which is already occupied, you can only move
to a dot which is unoccupied - no matter how far, or how awkward
the position. If you can't possibly reach an unoccupied dot for
the selected color, you must fulfill the requirements for that
color, then STRIP OFF 1 item of clothing, then resume the same
position (without moving to an unoccupied dot).

  13. IF ALL 6 DOTS of the SELECTED COLOR ARE ALREADY OCCUPIED
(by any players, including the active player), the active player
DOES NOT MOVE TO A NEW DOT. She/he must fulfill the requirements
for the selected color, then STRIP OFF 1 item of clothing, then
resume the same position. (So for example, if GREEN is selected,
and all 6 green dots are occupied, the active player must strip
off 1 item of clothing (as required by rule #6 for green), then
she/he must strip off ANOTHER item of clothing (this rule #13)...
then she/he resumes the same position.

  14. Although pushing is not allowed, it's OKAY TO INTERTWINE
WITH OTHER PLAYERS in order to reach an unoccupied dot. You can
reach over, under, or around a player, or between their legs.
Just don't knock them over, or the ref may ask you to draw a
card.

  15. Once a PLAYER IS TOTALLY NAKED, they continue playing as
usual, and they simply IGNORE any requirements to strip off
clothing. All other requirements must be fulfilled, and all other
rules apply.

  16. Optional rule (if it's agreeable): PLAYERS CAN NOT BE
DISQUALIFIED UNTIL THEY ARE COMPLETELY NAKED. If a player is
eligible to be disqualified, but is still wearing clothing, the
ref can not kick them out of the game. In stead, the ref must ask
them to STRIP OFF 1 item of clothing for their infraction. Keep
them playing till they are gloriously in the nude. This rule is
handy if you have some hot looking players, and you always wanted
to check out their junk!

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

   ***

See also, Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 2:

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

See also, The Official Rules of Strip Twister:

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

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