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 LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR, Part 2 (*) *(C) 2011 by Bethany Boh,
bethany.boh@gmail.com (mf+, ff, pedo, ds, MF, mast, anal, toys,
experimentation)
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   HE-E-E-E-E-E-RE'S TOMMY!
   Little Debbie: "Jus' lie down and relax."
   Tommy is sitting on the top of the couch in the little house, with his
legs hanging down the back.  He's wearing his faded tight denim cut-offs
and an army-green tank top.  He didn't wear any shoes today.  He lifts his
dirty feet up and lies down on his back, legs out straight, hands at his
sides.  The afternoon sun is still shining through the southern window (his
head is to the north), illuminating him at an angle.
   For the first time today little Debbie looks unsure as to how she should
proceed.  She stands behind the couch, hesitating, holding one hand in the
other as she studies the front of Tommy's denim shorts.  She reaches out to
give his fly a gentle pat with her fingers, right where it bulges.  Then
she undoes the snap button and takes her time pulling his zipper down.  His
fly opens, pulled apart by tension in the fabric (those shorts were way too
small for him).  His red boxer shorts are exposed.  She tells him to lift
his bum while she grips the waistband, and pulls his shorts and boxers down
together, sliding them down around his knees, and his penis makes it's
debut.  As you can imagine, little Debbie and Lynda are staring wide-eyed
at his naked cock, the holy grail of little girls.
   We watch Tommy's penis, as it sort of rolls over slowly on it's own...
till it's pointing toward his belly and to the left (toward Debbie), with
it's ventral side up.  (In other words the belly side of the penis, also
the most sensitive side.) Since he's been circumcised, the bulbous purple
head of his cock is not concealed by foreskin.
   Like me, my brother has no pubic hair yet.  His scrotum looks small and
compact, and brown, much like a walnut in size and shape.  A seam runs down
the center of it, and on each side of the seam is a pattern of parallel
grooves that lead away from the center, at an angle.  It's quite
symmetrical.  My girlfriends are drinking it all in with their eyes, as
they look over their new boy-toy du jour.
   Little Debbie starts delicately exploring Tommy's penis with her
fingers, like she's reading Braille.  She pulls on his foreskin, stretching
it downward, making the skin smooth and tight.  She inspects the
acorn-shaped head with a finger, tracing all around it.  She turns it over
to look at the other (dorsal) side...  then she lets go, and we watch it
flop over to the left again, so it's pointing toward Debbie.
   Little Debbie laughs, "I think it likes me."
   She pinches the head of Tommy's penis firmly between her right thumb and
forefinger, stretching it out length-wise, testing it's elasticity.  The
way she's pulling on it, I have to wonder if it hurts, but the patient
isn't complaining.  It is still soft, and nothing like a wiener dog.  As
she holds it stretched out like that, running the tip of her left
forefinger along the seam that starts about half-way up the ventral side,
and leads up to the purplish-colored head (a.k.a.  the glans).  The lower
part of this seam contains a sensitive string of nerves, and is the mother
of all erogenous zones on boys - comparable to a girl's clitoris. 
Underneath it lies his urethra, the tube where his pee and sperm come up
(though never at the same time).  Up and down, up and down, she rubs along
it with her finger.  Debbie may have known something about penises from her
sister Janet...  I sure as hell knew nothing about them back then, but I've
definitely done some homework since.
   Lynda seems to be thoroughly enjoying the show.  Both my friends are
amazed by the beauty of my naked brother, stretched out on the "examination
table" before them.  He still doesn't look the least bit attractive to me,
but I'm happy for my girlfriends, now that they're finally seeing him
naked. And I have to admit, I enjoy watching his facial responses as Debbie
plays with him.  I also wonder if our baths will be different after
today...
   Debbie looks at Lynda and says "I can't tell if this patient is healthy
or not....  I need a second opinion."
   Lynda says nothing, as she takes her cue without hesitation.  She takes
hold of Tommy's cock as Debbie takes her hand away.  Lynda touches it,
squeezes it, stretches it out length-wise, pinches it's mushroom head,
kneads it like bread dough, rolls it between her fingers like modeling
clay...  then she rubs two fingers along the sensitive ridge on the penis'
belly...  up and down, up and down....
   Tommy's eyes are closed, and it would appear his soft hairless dick is
starting to grow longer.  Debbie sees it too, and she can't resist touching
him again.  She puts her fingers on his cock, at the same time as Lynda,
and there's hardly room for both of them.  Four hands, one organ.
   After a few minutes of this, Debbie rummages in the toy box and picks
out a twig.  She sticks it in her mouth to make it slippery with spit, and
leans over to whisper something in Lynda's ear....  Lynda giggles.  Debbie
takes hold of Tommy's penis with one hand, holding it upright so it points
toward the ceiling...  while tugging down on his foreskin with her other
hand, making it tight.
Debbie: "Who wants to prepare the patient for his needle?"
Lynda leans forward and places her lips on the tip of his cock.  I'm
shocked!  I can't believe she put her mouth on my brother's pee-pee.... 
but she did.  And not only did she kiss it, she FRENCH kissed it (that's
what we called it later when we played Spin the Bottle).  When she lifted
her lips off of him, I saw her licking his pee hole with her tongue.  After
Lynda takes her mouth away, the purple knob of his pecker is glistening wet
with her spit...  and now I can see that Tommy's penis has grown somewhat
longer and firmer.
Debbie: "Nicely done!"
Debbie then takes the small twig out of her mouth (it's not much thicker
than a tooth pick).....  and while holding his semi-firm dick upright with
her left hand, she pokes the tip of her twig inside his pee-hole.  It goes
in, and his legs sort of twitch.  Lynda and I move closer to see
close-up... as Debbie takes the twig out.  Tommy's little pee-hole is
slightly open now (before it was just a little slit)...  and the inner
lining of it looks a bit reddish.  Debbie pokes his pee hole with the twig
again, takes it out, pokes it again, takes it out...  and each time it
fills his hole and then some...  she sticks it in several times.  The last
time she doesn't take it out, she presses down on it, inserting it, and it
goes in deeper than before.
   Lynda is dying to touch Tommy's cock again.  So little Debbie takes her
left hand away to make room, as Lynda takes over holding it upright, and
she starts massaging it.  Tommy's penis is looking more and more puffy,
standing up like a wiener dog the way it did for me in the bathtub.  It
might even stand up on it's own now, but Lynda continues holding it anyway.
She rubs it up and down, between her thumb and fingers, so that the skin
moves up and down with her hand, but also slips between her fingers a
little bit too.
   At the same time, Debbie continues inserting her make-believe needle in
his pee-hole...  trying to stick it in farther.  I'm half expecting him to
say something, but he doesn't.  Lynda's fingers and thumb stroke him up and
down, even stroking all the way to the top, where the twig is inserted. 
You can see exactly how deep it is in his urethra by the bulge it makes.
Debbie: "How does that feel, Tommy?"
Tommy: "Uh....  okay I guess, kind of itches..."
Debbie: "Well we'd better scratch that for you..."
Lynda laughs, and strokes his cock more vigorously, pumping it up and
down...  She slides her hand up, focusing more on the tip, squeezing his
mushroom, concentrating on the bulge, the part where the twig is inserted.
   Tommy's cock is looking pretty puffy now.  It is probably as long as it
was in the bath tub, maybe more so.  My girlfriends continue playing with
Tommy's penis for about fifteen minutes...  rubbing it, poking it with
twigs, tickling and teasing him...  happily taking turns being the doctor.
His penis stays firm the whole time.
   Little Debbie pulls the twig out of his pee-hole for the last time, and
says "Time to roll over."
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   THE THREE DICKS
   As I see it, a penis has three stages (speaking as an adult now).  Stage
one is where the penis is totally soft and about the length of a guy's
thumb - even smaller if the guy has been in the shower.  If it appears to
stand up a little bit, it's only because it's compressed, like a turtle
pulling his head into it's shell.  If it got any smaller it would disappear
inside.  Some guys call this "shrinkage", like it's a technical thing.
   At stage two the penis starts to inflate, so that it looks bloated, and
heavier, yet it's still semi-soft.  If the guy's lying on his back, the
semi-erection often rests on his belly, pointing towards his head, like a
pig that just had a big feed and is too full to get up.  You see this stage
before sex, when guys are just starting to get aroused.  It also looks like
that right after he comes, as it gradually deflates.  If you girls have
ever jerked or sucked a guy off, you may have noticed that his cock looks
like a beached whale afterwards.  Maybe the whale is lying in a pool of
white sperm, like it just threw up on the beach.  (That is if you didn't
swallow it.) I guess that would make it a sperm whale...  like Moby Dick!
   Stage three is your fully hard erection.  It's fat and hard and long and
beautiful, and it stands up all by itself.  It's the wiener dog that wants
to be petted (not to mention kissed and sucked and loved)...  It's the
soldier that stands at attention when a lady enters the room.  It's the
part of the guy that shouts "I missed you!" I must have penis envy for Mr.
Johnson, because it makes me so happy to hang out with someone who has one.
I like to stalk cock.  I'm the penis's number-one fan. 
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   TOMMY GETS HIS
   Tommy is on top of the back of the examination couch.  Little Debbie and
Lynda have finished inspecting his penis, and he just rolled over onto his
belly.  We're looking at his bare bum...  or rather I'm looking, Lynda and
Debbie are staring.  Little Debbie looks more like a playboy bunny than a
doctor the way she's dressed.  Her tight pink shorts are very form-fitting,
with V-shaped creases in front where they hug her crotch...  and in the
back they tend to ride up, so that her lower peaches keep peaking out from
underneath her shorts.  She's thin-waisted with her skimpy blue crop top,
and her exposed belly button looks like a tight little orifice all by
itself (not sure which one).  She'd look a lot older if she had any boobs
on top.  Oh yeah, and her toenails are painted candy apple red, and look
fantastic with her thong sandals.  (Makes me want to do mine like that.)
Lynda too, she looks too cute to be a nurse...  in her short yellow sun
dress with bare shoulders, which perfectly matches her long blonde hair...
she's on her knees on the couch cushions, and when she bends forward to
look at Tommy I can see her panties from behind...  with her wide hips and
meaty legs, she looks more like a candy striper than a nurse.
   Little Debbie takes hold of Tommy's denim shorts and boxers (they're
still around his knees), and pulls them down past his ankles, takes them
off, and tosses them onto the easy chair.  Gripping his ankles she arranges
his feet slightly farther apart.  (When you're lying there you can't spread
your feet very far apart, or your legs would drop down the front and back.)
Then she places her hands on his buns, and squeezes them, like she's
kneading pizza dough.  She massages them this way and that way, sometimes
prying his cheeks open a bit, showing us a hint of his hidden pink orifice.
   His ass is leaner than Lynda's, less cushiony.  And there's no two-tone
effect from last summer's tan either.  He's all white, and totally hairless
(except for the hair on his head of course).  Finally Debbie aligns her
thumbs parallel with his crevice....  slowly and deliberately she pries it
open to reveal the secret core of his fruit.  His anus looks very different
from Lynda's...  it's pink like hers, but it's smaller, and the skin
surrounding it is as white as the rest of his bum.  His anus is pinkish
like Lynda's, only hers was surrounded by the tan-colored teardrop shape.
It's funny how your erogenous zones can be so unique compared to others, in
the same way that your face is unique.
   Debbie takes her hands away from Tommy's ass (letting his cheeks close),
and picks out a twig from the toy box.  She looks it over, then asks "How
deep can we go Tommy?" It was a courtesy she hadn't offered to Lynda or me.
   Tommy (hesitating): "I dunno...  far as you want, I guess..."
   Little Debbie smiles at Lynda.  "Would the assistant like to spread the
patient's cheeks for me?"
   Lynda happily places her hands on Tommy's rear-end, splitting his
sweet-rolls apart with her fingers.  Debbie starts stroking all around his
pink o-ring with the tip of her twig, tickling him all around while
avoiding the center, like she did to Lynda and me.  His pucker tightens up
in response, winking.  She holds the twig like a pen, playfully jabbing
around the perimeter of it, but she never touches the center.  Each time
she prods him, you can see the rose-beige colored skin of his tender anus
flexing under the pressure of the tip of the twig, rearranging the creases.
She drags it too, drawing circles around his back door.  Sometimes she
drags the twig slowly up and down the center of his crack, and whenever
she's heading directly toward his anus, at the last second she swerves to
avoid touching the center of it.
   She also pokes all over his sweet-cheeks, making temporary indentations
among his goose bumps.  And she teases that part of his crotch between his
balls and his ass, poking it, and she pokes his balls too....  in fact she
pokes him everywhere but the center of his bulls eye.  Assistant Lynda
continues to spread his cheeks apart for the doctor.
   Finally Debbie jabs her twig right into the very center of Tommy's
winking anus and pushes down on it.  His back door flexes inward, but
doesn't allow the twig to enter very far.
Debbie: "Spread it wider for me Lynda..."
Lynda leans forward, visibly shifting her weight to her hands.  She
parts his cheeks with more force, so much that you can see ridges of skin
being stretched across the divide, above and below his pink "assterisk". 
Most of the creases in his anus are made smooth, and it creates a small
cone-shaped crater in the center of his hole.
   Debbie leans down and spits on his asshole, and wipes her mouth off with
the back of her hand.
Debbie: "You guys have any spit?"
Lynda and I each lean in and spit on my brother's exposed bum-hole in
turn, adding our saliva to Debbie's.  You can't see his orifice at all now,
for all the spit.  Debbie prods some more with the tip of her twig,
stirring it in the foamy saliva, looking for the hole.  She pushes down
with it, testing several spots, till she presses at a place where it sinks
in a bit - meaning she found the hole.  Some of the spit has drained down
into the center now, around the twig, so we can see his anus again.  She
pushes the twig in farther, pulls it back, then pushes it in again, going
deeper...  Lynda is still pulling hard at his cheeks, so the ridges are
still bridging across, above and below his stretched-out pucker.
   Then Debbie takes the twig away, and Lynda releases his sweet-buns. 
Debbie holds the toy box out to Lynda and me, so we get to pick out twigs
of our own.  I don't think Tommy realizes yet that we are planning to take
turns working on him.
   After we each pick out a stick, Debbie says "Arch your bum up Tommy,
high as you can...."
   He flexes his back, making a graceful arc with his lower spine, so that
his pelvis tilts upward, and his lower back is shaped like a roller coaster
track.  It makes his tushy stick up high, more accessible, and you can see
his balls better, and also his semi-erect dick hanging below it...  Debbie
spreads his cheeks apart, and nods at Lynda to give him "the needle".
   Lynda doesn't hesitate.  She places the tip of her twig in the center of
his asshole and pushes down on it.  It goes in slightly....  her twig looks
rougher than Debbie's was, it has bark on it.  So there's going to be more
friction, in spite of the lubrication of our combined saliva.  She pushes
it in some more, and the inner rim of his hole goes in with it,
momentarily...  then she works it in and out a few times...  and she's not
too gentle about it either.
   I look at Tommy's face, which is resting on his chin, eyes closed... 
trying to read his expression to see what he's feeling or thinking.  Not a
flinch, not a moan, I'm getting nothing.  Surely he's feeling it, Lynda is
going at him with a vengeance....  He probably wants us to think he can
take whatever we can dish out.....  I guess we'll find out just how much he
can take.
   Now it's my turn to be the doctor.  Little Debbie continues to spread
his peaches apart for me....  I start by spitting on his asshole again. 
Then I insert my twig, which is pretty smooth, and longer than Lynda's.  So
at least there's less resistance.  It slides in easily...  I play with it
for a while, pushing it in and pulling it out of his bum-hole, going in a
bit deeper each time, till it's in several inches....  It feels like
there's almost no resistance, I think the other two must've loosened him up
for me.  I slide it in and out many times, going as deep as I want. 
Obviously his inner bum-tube is more relaxed now....  then I take it out.
   Lynda places her hands on Tommy's cheeks, splaying them apart, and
little Debbie leans close and spits on his rosebud.  Then she inserts a new
stick of her own.  This one is fatter than mine, not as long, but a little
bit rougher.  Debbie works her stick into him like a corkscrew, twisting it
right and left, right and left...  reaming it in and out of his rubbery
orifice.  The stick seems to catch on something and stops....  so she plays
with it, pushing at different angles, till it gets past whatever it was,
and it goes a little deeper.  She pokes around with it, probing his hot
rubbery hole, then pulls it out.  After her twig comes out, the puckered
rim of his anus looks wider, like it's opening up more, and you can see
farther inside the funnel-shaped gap in the middle.  The skin on the inside
of his hole is a darker rose color, like the inside of your mouth.
   Now it's my turn to hold my brother's cheeks apart while Lynda has
another go at him.  She leans down and spits on his tushy-hole, then sticks
her twig in (it's the same one with the bark on it).  You can tell there's
some resistance to this twig (it seems to be different every time).  Lynda
plays with it till it goes in a couple inches....  then she works it in and
out with a steady rhythm, going slow at first....  and intermittently she's
using Debbie's corkscrew technique too, twisting it right and left, as it
goes in and out of his reluctant anus...  which now looks wider, and
slightly more open, not to mention somewhat weathered from all the wear and
tear so far.  Lynda is corkscrewing her "needle" in and out, and Tommy is
taking every inch that she gives him.  This time when she pulls her stick
out, his hole stays open a tiny bit, as if it's moaning the word "Oooh"...
   Lynda says, "I'm not finished yet."
   It should be my turn now, but I don't really care.  I'm just as happy to
spread my brother's cheeks and watch my girlfriends abuse him.  Lynda picks
another stick from the toy box, and it's even fatter than the last one. 
She leans in and spits on Tommy's pucker (gotta love that lubrication)....
and it is still slightly dilated, so some of the spit trickles down
inside....  Debbie and I laugh as we watch Lynda getting carried away in
her role as the doctor.
   Debbie digs her fingers in, spreading his cheeks nice and wide for Lynda
- so his puckered o-ring is stretched sideways, making it oval....  and all
three of us take turns spitting on his hole, laughing our heads off the
whole time.
Debbie: "Arch your back more Tommy..."
Lynda inserts her stick into his aperture, which is all frothy with
girl-spit....  and it goes in easily, about three inches.  Then she leaves
that stick inside his bum while she gets a second twig out of the toy box
(she picks the one Debbie had first used on her)...  She tries to push it
in alongside the first one, only his bum-hole is already tightly wrapped
around the inserted stick, so it won't fit.
   Little Debbie says she needs a break, so I take over parting my
brother's bum cheeks.  I notice his bum feels cold on the cheeky part, and
hot inside his crack.  Lynda grips the twig that's already in there, and
tilts it sideways (about 45 degrees), distorting his orifice, while
attempting to insert the second stick...  My poor brother's asshole!  She's
twisting it out of shape like it's a Gumby and Pokey doll.  (Especially
Pokey, ha ha!)
   She works with it for maybe five minutes, until she manages to get the
tip of the second stick inside his reluctant o-ring, alongside the first
one.  They're both in there for sure, and his puckered orifice is literally
stretched tightly around the two sticks like an elastic band....  the
pinkish skin on his anus no longer has any puckers in it, it's pulled so
tight that it's all smooth.  The two sticks are more or less round, so they
touch where they cross (like an X), but towards the outer side of the
sticks they don't touch, so there's a dark triangular space between them
and Tommy's expanded anus...  like a little air duct leading down into his
secret passageway.
   Lynda spits on my brother's ass again, close to the orifice...  she
pushes some of the spit toward his anus with the tip of her finger, and
some of it trickles down the tiny space between the sticks.  Then she works
the newer stick in and out while holding the first one stationary...  of
course the new one isn't in as deep as the first one, not yet, but she aims
to "rectify" that!
   Now she's moving both twigs in and out, alternating...  and she keeps
prying them apart, which of course forces his already-stressed orifice to
stretch even further...  I can't believe there's any slack left in his rear
valley, but little by little she manages to pry it open wider.  I'm still
holding his sweet-cheeks apart...  Eventually it looks like Lynda has
worked the second stick in as deep as the first one, as they're sticking
out about the same length....  And my brother's rubbery bum-tunnel has no
choice but to expand as much as necessary, to accommodate both of Lynda's
sticks.
   Tommy's muscular thighs are quite far apart, and while Lynda works on
his ass, Little Debbie reaches between his legs to touch his cock...  which
is apparently still stiff!  I only know this because of the way she bends
it backwards, and it obviously doesn't want to go that way, it wants to
point forward.  The compass always points north.  The part between his
balls and his anus looks swollen as well, as if his stiffie continues right
up inside his body.  Debbie strokes it and pumps the skin up and down,
gently petting the wiener dog...  and my dumb brother is basking in all the
attention.
   Tommy doesn't make a sound this whole time, as he keeps his face buried
in his folded arms....  but I notice he's breathing heavier now, and I'll
bet his heart is beating faster too.  His body smells a little sweaty... 
not offensively so, but he smells like he always smells when he's been
getting physical.  Like he smells after a soccer game, or when he gets
naked just before we have to get into the bathtub at home.
   He's quite a sight, with his tussled hair, naked from the waist down...
he is still arching his back, so that his bum is raised up in the air... 
and his green tank top has shifted up higher, so much of his pale muscular
back is exposed, along with the rest of him.  He lies there patiently,
obediently, with his face buried in his arms, allowing the girls complete
access to the most personal and sensitive area of his body...  with me
spreading his cheeks apart, and Lynda's sticks protruding from his
stretched-open anus....and I can't believe he's allowing us to experiment
on him this way!
   Debbie eggs Lynda on, taunting her: "Bet you can't get three in
there...." No one is asking Tommy for his opinion, and he isn't offering
one.
   Lynda giggles....  as she takes up the challenge by picking out a third
stick from the toy box.  As I continue holding Tommy's sugar-buns wide
apart, little Debbie takes hold of the two sticks as they stick out of his
anus, and she pulls them apart...  which also forces his anal aperture to
open up wider.  His o-ring is stretched in opposite directions by the
parting sticks, and a dark space opens up between them....  I lean in
closer to look, and I can see right up his hole...  only it's just dark in
there.  (Too bad we didn't have a flash light.)
   Lynda spits on Tommy's bum-hole again, and a long string of saliva
remains stretched between her lips and Tommy's ass...  some of the spit
trickles down inside the dark space in the middle....  Lynda inserts the
third twig between the other two, and it goes in, forcing the other two to
spread farther apart....  and she plays with it, pushing down on it, then
pulling it up...  gradually forcing it to go deeper between the other two
sticks....
   Meanwhile, Debbie is holding the original two apart like chop sticks,
and she's doing some probing herself....  working them in farther, pushing
down on one of them, then pulling it out while pushing down on the other...
Tommy's ass is getting a good probing today!  Then Lynda pushes down extra
hard on the middle stick, forcing it to plunge in about three inches or so,
and it appears to go even deeper than the first two....  and Tommy lets out
a loud "Uuuuhhh!!!"
   Finally we got a grunt out of him!
   Little Debbie: "Remember, Tommy said we can go as far as we want... 
right Tommy?" (No reply from my big brother.)
Lynda: "So we should keep going?..."
Debbie: "Raise your bum up Tommy, nice and high..."
My brother obediently arches his back for her, lifting his besieged
bottom in the air...
   Lynda takes hold of the center stick, and proceeds to work it in and
out, going faster than before...  Debbie does the same with the other two,
pulling one out while pushing the other in, then she works them in reverse,
alternating direction every few seconds....  I'm digging my fingers in
closer to his orifice now, trying my best to help stretch his hole open for
my doctor friends.  Debbie and Lynda work on Tommy for quite a while like
this, probing his silky inner tube in tandem with the three sticks, till
eventually all three are embedded quite a bit deeper than ever before.  I
couldn't tell for sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were hitting
"bottom" so to speak.  With all this activity my brother's anus is looking
quite relaxed and distorted in shape....  and now there's just an inch or
so of the three sticks left protruding from his puckered bum-lips...  Lynda
and Debbie take a break from their ambitious probing.
   Debbie: "We should probably stop you guys, it must be close to supper
time."
That meant we had to vacate before her parents came home.  She and Lynda
pull the three sticks out of Tommy's bum and toss them into the toy box...
not exactly disinfected the way a hospital would do it, but those same
twigs would be available next time we play doctor, never the less.  I keep
looking at his asshole, his orifice is a little bit dilated, looser and
more relaxed, and somewhat reddish in tone....  then I let go of his
sweet-buns.
   As my brother climbs down off the couch with no pants on, we all can all
see that his penis is still long and stiff!  My friends are very impressed
by this, and perhaps a little sad that they don't have more time to play
with him.  Then as Tommy pulls on his underwear and shorts, it's obvious he
is having a bit of a struggle getting them up past his boner...  and we all
giggle.  He gets quite embarrassed...
Debbie: "Sorry Tommy, we're laughing with you, not at you."
Lynda: "Yeah...  it must be hard getting dressed with one of those
things..."
Debbie: "At least when it sticks out like that..."
I say nothing, but I enjoy watching my brother squirm with the girls
looking at him in his aroused state.
   Tommy leaves the little house first, and I tell him I'll see him at
home. Then the rest of us chat about the day's festivities....
Lynda: "That was really gross when you guys spit on me..."
Me: "I never knew you guys could spit like hockey players..."
   Debbie laughs: "No, baseball players!"
Me: "So that's how you play doctor..."
Debbie: "Let's leave the twigs here, for when we do it again.....  if
you guys want to..."
Lynda: "I will if Tommy will..."
Me: "Oh, he probably will...  if I know my brother..."
Debbie puts the toy box on a shelf, and says "We never lock this place,
so you guys can come over any time you want.  You can bring your doctor kit
over, maybe..."
   Lynda: "I think we should all have to take turns bein' the patient next
time..."
Debbie: "Okay....  how 'bout if I be the first patient...  next time?"
Lynda was happy with that.  I hadn't thought about it till now, but
Debbie was the only one of us who hadn't been examined!  She never got to
pull down her pink hot pants.
   I probably should have felt a little guilty for luring my brother into
this wicked game, but I also blame him for being such a willing victim.  He
let my girlfriends do whatever they wanted to him without ever protesting.
He could've left at any time if he didn't like it, so he obviously enjoyed
himself.  I guess neither one of us could say "no" to little Debbie. 
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   WHAT'S IN THE BOX?
   Tommy was always more interested in my privates than I was in his.  I
always got a kick out of teasing him.  If I was getting undressed while he
was in the bedroom (which we shared, with single twin beds on either side
of the room), I would pretend to be practicing a ballet dance, or a
gymnastics exercise, or I would do a stretch...  acting like I didn't
notice he was there.  I'd secretly peek at him in the mirror to catch him
looking at me.  Or I would strike a pose while making my bed...  wearing a
short nightie with panties, I'd be on one knee, other leg out straight,
bending way over the bed to tuck in the far side...  I couldn't always see
his eyes in the mirror, but I could make him look at me anytime I wanted.
   He saw me naked practically every day when I got undressed, not to
mention our mom gave us our bath together every evening...  and still I
could distract him, when I was dressed, by posing in a way that showed a
little more skin somewhere, or a glimpse of my panties.  That's how the
male mind works.
   If you ever go to a strip club - I have, several times with boyfriends -
it's interesting to observe what the audience around you is looking at. 
Often a new erotic dancer starts her act before the previous girl has
finished dancing.  The previous stripper has dropped all her clothes by
now, as she continues dancing and posing, showing off her nude body at a
variety of interesting angles...  and yet more guys are watching the new
dancer than the naked one.  This is because everyone has already seen
"what's in the box" with the naked dancer - namely her legs, her tits, her
pussy, and her ass.  If the audience could fuck her, they would, but they
can't...  at least not while she's on stage.  (Well, maybe they already
fucked her with their eyes and in their imaginations - and that's real too,
in a way.  Many consider the brain to be our biggest sex organ.) Most guys
tend to watch the new dancer, who is fully clothed, because they are
distracted by the mystery of what they cannot see.  Until she strips off
all her clothes, they can only wonder, what's in the box?
   A girl learns at a tender age how she can attract a male's attention
just by stroking her hair, or placing a hand near her crotch, or scratching
her butt, or straightening up to make her boobs pop out, or striking a pose
that accentuates her legs or her ass, or pretending to adjust her underwear
or her pantyhose....  and straight guys are powerless against these moves,
they HAVE to look at you!  Even standing on the sidewalk at a bus stop, I
enjoy doing these things to make passing drivers look at me, it gives me a
satisfying sense of control over the male species.  And of course when
girls get older and wiser, they learn how to use these techniques to their
material advantage, that's just how it works for us.  Technically, we're
not really taking advantage of men if they like it. 
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   RUB-A-DUB-DUB
   Nothing unusual happened between my brother and me in the bathtub for
the next two or three weeks after playing doctor.  Tommy seemed shy as
always, and we mostly kept our hands to ourselves, which I found a little
disappointing.  Then one weekend Lynda stayed at my house for a sleepover.
It was Friday night, and around 7:00 my mom yells up the stairs, "Bethany,
Tommy, bath time!  You too Lynda!"
   Lynda was with me in the bedroom trying on an old green dress, looking
over her shoulder to check out her rear view in the full-length mirror, and
her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she heard this.  Obviously she
was delighted that she would soon be sharing the co-ed bath tub with my
brother and me, after hearing all my stories.
   Our mom laid out fresh towels and ran the water, checked the temperature
with her elbow, and ordered us all to undress and get in the water.  Lynda
and I got undressed in my mom and dad's room, only because my mom thought
Lynda would be more comfortable with a bit of privacy.  (If she only knew!)
Soon all three of us were naked in the bathtub, which was three-quarters
full of steaming hot sudsy water.  Of course the water level rose to the
max, so it was gurgling out the overflow.  As usual it took a few minutes
to get used to the temperature.  Getting into a hot bathtub was always
painful at first, especially for the more sensitive parts, like my vulva.
My mom had added bubble bath to make it more interesting for a special
evening.  Then she closed the door to keep the steam from getting into the
rest of the house, and she was off to do laundry or whatever.
   Tommy was reclining against the back end of the tub, with his chest
showing above the sudsy water, arms resting along the sides.  I was in the
middle, with my back to the wall and my legs folded in front of me, and
Lynda had her back against the tap end of the tub, with thick bubbly suds
washing up over her nipples like sea foam.  A yellow rubber duck was
floating aggressively toward her.  The water was about as hot as you could
humanly stand it, and the hot water always made me feel aroused somehow...
I felt a mild sort of tingling sensation in the pit of my belly, and in my
erogenous zones - not the kind of tingling you get with an orgasm, more
like when your guts are squirming.  Hard to describe, I guess you had to be
there.
   Without thinking, I began touching myself under the foamy water where
the other two couldn't see, casually toying with my vagina with my fingers
(a favorite hobby of mine).  The mirror was foggy, the air was heavy with
steam, and the water smelled sweet, like pink bubble gum soup.  We were all
getting a little flushed from the intense heat.  Lynda's cheeks were
flushed, and her skin everywhere else had a pinkish tinge to it.
Lynda: "Do you guys get a bubble bath every night?"
Me: "No, it's just 'cause you're here.  You're the guest of honor."
Lynda: "Lucky me, I feel like a queen!"
Me: "If you're a queen, then I'm just a princess."
Lynda: "What does that make you Tommy?"
Tommy: "I'm just the bus boy.  I'll take your order now."
Lynda laughs: "Ha ha ha....  then you get to rub the queen's feet..."
She stretches out her legs, they go over my legs, and places her feet on
Tommy's lap.
Tommy: "I'll rub yours if you rub mine..."
Lynda: "Maybe...  depends if you do a good job or not...  you have to
please the queen first."
Tommy: "Yes your majesty."
Tommy plays along, and starts to massage Lynda's left foot.  Lynda
smiles, and sinks down in the water so that her bum brushes up against my
left knee.
Me: "They don't make these tubs big enough."
I reach out to Lynda and tickle her belly with my fingernails, and stick
my finger in her belly button...  she giggles.
   Tommy moves on to her right foot...  working on each of her individual
toes, one at a time, which are barely visible above the water, like a row
of pink buoys.  I can hardly see under the sudsy water, but I can tell she
has stretched out her right leg so that her foot is now touching my
brother's crotch...  looks like she might be tickling his penis with her
toes.
   I'm feeling like a spare cog in a wheel here, so to get involved I place
my left hand on Lynda's belly again, and finger her belly button.
   Lynda: "Okay, the queen is pleased....  the bus boy may give me one of
his feet."
Tommy extends his legs over mine, going between Lynda's legs, and I
watch as he jams his toes directly into her vulva, catching her totally off
guard.
   Lynda jumps in surprise, squealing "AIEEEEE!!!  NOT THERE!!!" Then in a
quieter tone, she says "Just give me your foot..."
   Tommy is laughing, as she takes his foot in both hands and starts
working on the sole of it with her thumbs.
Lynda: "I've had bus boys beheaded for less."
Tommy: "Sorry I don't have my glasses on."
Lynda: "You don't wear glasses.  Nice try."
So now the two of them are working on the other's feet at each end of
the tub...  and I'm in the middle with my right finger on the pulse of my
clitoris, gently massaging up and down my groove.  With my left hand I
reach for the bar of Ivory soap, in the soap dish on the side of the tub,
and I start lathering Lynda's chest with it.
   As my hand slides over her nipples, they feel rigid and pointed.  Why
are they so stiff?  I'm guessing it's from the heat, ironically the same
effect you get in the frozen food aisle at the grocery store.  As I soap up
her chest, I sense that there is more fat around her nipples than there is
elsewhere, and I wonder if soon she'll be needing a bra.  Wouldn't that be
typical...  she always shows signs of physical maturity before I do.  We're
the same age, and yet you'd think she was a year older.
   I slide the soap down under the water, and rub it around on her belly,
lots of fat there...  then down to her thigh, soaping up and down her leg,
going under her knee, then back up the under side of her thigh, gliding
over her creamy smooth skin with the bar of Ivory....  I slide between her
thighs till I feel the warmth of her vulva against my fingers, slipping the
soap down to her ass, then back up again...  I glance over at her face, and
she shows no acknowledgement of my underwater hanky-panky....  She's too
busy concentrating on Tommy's foot, giving it a proper massage....  and at
the other end, Tommy massages hers, moving from one foot to the other....
and there's no discussion between us now.
   I continue my game with the soap, exploring Lynda's sunken secrets with
my left hand....  I press into her groove with the edge of the soap,
parting her labia lips with it, gliding it up the length of her vulva, till
I'm at her pee-hole....  I give that a rub, lathering her mound and
scrubbing it in a circular pattern with my fingers....
   Lynda makes no sign of approval or disapproval, doesn't even look at me,
which I interpret as approval....  no news is good news...  and I slide
back down along her vulva, pressing the Ivory into her slit, till I reach
the cleft of her peaches...  I press the soap between her cheeks,
concentrating on her rosebud, going over it repeatedly with the corner of
the soap, pushing it inward (of course it would never fit, at least not in
this position)....  then I slide farther along her bum valley and back
again, pressing the Ivory up along her vulva till I'm at her pee-hole
again...
   There's something about the secret nature of this game that excites me,
and I can feel my heart pumping faster as I keep doing what I'm doing to
Lynda....  I'm pretty sure Tommy has no clue, he's too busy working on her
feet at his end of the tub.....  I drop the soap and rub her sugar plum
with the tips of my fingers, massaging it, and at the same time I'm working
on my own clitoris with my right hand, massaging it in the same way.... 
this is fun!  I insert my right index finger in my vagina, pushing it in to
the first knuckle and turning it over, massaging all around the insides of
my pussy...  while my left index finger is doing the exact same thing to
Lynda's pussy....  if it feels good to me, it must feel good to her.  I
don't know about her, but I'm tingling up a storm down there....
   Now I'm using two fingers, on myself and on Lynda as well...  hers is a
tighter fit than mine, and mine feels wetter than hers, but I've been
working on myself for longer, so I've had a head start.  Two fingers going
in and out of both our vulvas, in, out, in, out...  then I trace my
fingertips up along our grooves to our pee-holes....  working on the
clitoris, wiggling my fingers, massaging it every which way, going slow,
going fast...  both hands the same...  sliding my fingers back down over
our vulvas, two fingers slipping inside again, then out, in, out, doing her
exactly the same as I'm doing myself...  massaging deeper than before,
rubbing the sides of our vaginas with more pressure, more friction,
spreading my fingers apart, milking the walls of our pussies at the same
time, feeling the silky hot tissue surrounding my fingers, molding to
whatever shape I make....  turning my fingers over and over, working on all
sides of our slippery cha-chas....  both of us wet now, I'm certainly
tingling inside...  in and out, going faster, pressing harder....
   I don't know about Lynda, but this is definitely working for me!  I'm
starting to have my little orgasm now...  the tingling gets intense, there
are contractions...  the inside of my vulva is sucking on my fingers,
squeezing them, pulsating....  my fireworks are going off, tingling in my
pussy and throughout my abdomen in general...  I hear music in my head...
then I open my eyes...
   Without so much as looking at me, Lynda pulls her feet away from Tommy's
lap, gets up on her knees, and crawls over to Tommy's end of the tub.  I
turn my legs sideways so she can get by, then I move over by the taps, to
sit in her old spot.
Lynda: "Scooch over bus boy, I'll wash your back."
Tommy slides forward and Lynda moves in behind him, so that her back is
against the aft end of the tub, and her legs are wrapped around his hips,
his back against her belly, his backside against her crotch....
   Lynda reaches out with her hand, "Hand me the soap..." I pass the Ivory
to her.
   The water is starting to turn lukewarm, so I turn on the hot water tap,
full blast....  I feel the fresh heat surrounding me, but it'll be a few
minutes before it reaches the other end.  The overflow drain is gurgling
behind me...
   Lynda is sitting behind Tommy, lathering up his back and scrubbing it
with her hands, and the two of them look quite cozy together.  I stop
talking so as not to distract them, I'm just going to be the voyeur.  The
foamy suds on top has dissipated, so I can easily see what's going on
underwater now....  Lynda reaches around him with both hands to soap up his
chest and belly, she's scrubbing him with her fingers, fingering his
nipples and pinching them....  she washes his neck, and rubs the soap into
each of his pits, sticking her fingers in to massage him there.....
   Tommy is sitting with his legs apart and his knees up, so his knees are
showing above the waterline.  Lynda lifts her feet up, one at a time,
planting them on the inside of his knees, intertwining them, so that with
her legs she's pulling his legs farther apart...  I look into the murky
water and I can see his penis more clearly, and below that I can see the
shadowy pink asterisk of his anus peeking out from between his buns.  He
doesn't have a lot of fat on his body anyway, so his buttocks are lean, and
they don't exactly conceal his asshole, even when he's standing up.  I've
noticed this before when he's undressed...
   Tommy's eyes are closed, as Lynda slides the bar of soap down along his
chest and his belly, to soap up his penis....  she works on him there with
both hands, soaping him up and massaging his cock with her fingers (I know
her, she just wants to make the wiener dog stand up again)....  Her left
hand reaches further down and she tickles his balls...  then she's reaching
farther down, poking between his cheeks, checking out his back door,
rubbing the soap over his anus, massaging him there....  Her other hand
still gripping his penis, massaging it, stroking it, tickling it, doing her
best to make it get bigger....
   Lynda rubs the soap on his asshole again, then she lets go of the soap
and places her forefinger against his puckered orifice (still lubricated
from the soap I'm sure)...  she's pressing on it...  her fingertip
disappears inside, I think she's wiggling it to make it go in.... 
Meanwhile Tommy's pecker looks to be swelling up nicely, and she can feel
it too...  she keeps on massaging it, with her fingers and thumb wrapped
around it, slowly rubbing it up and down, up and down, stroking the nice
wiener dog.....  Her finger has gone deeper in his tushy, it's about
half-way, and she's moving it in and out too, finger-fucking his hole,
massaging it on the inside, while milking his pecker with her other hand...
   If Tommy was a cow he'd be producing milk by now...  and if he was a few
years older he'd be producing sperm, and clouding up our bath water...  And
I have to wonder, when did Lynda learn how to do all this stuff?
   All of a sudden Lynda has had enough of this game, as she withdraws her
hands, and moves farther away from Tommy to sit farther down the tub... 
His eyes are open, and no doubt he didn't want it to end quite so soon (I
know I wouldn't if I was in his place)...  It must have felt amazing, all
the things she was doing to him....  and now he's sitting there by himself
with an underwater boner.
   Lynda: "How long do you guys usually stay in here?  Tommy, you'd better
get rid of that thing before your mom comes back."
Me: "She's right Tommy, get rid of it..." as I pull out the plug.
   ========================
   MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS
   Tommy and Lynda and I played another imaginary game, which involved an
elm tree in our front yard.  The tree trunk was divided into twin trunks a
few feet above the ground, and where the two trunks split apart there was a
hollow crack that looked like a bum to us.  So we had fun pretending the
tree was our patient, and we would do nasty medical things to it.  We
pretended we were playing doctor, taking turns sticking a variety of twigs
and objects into our patient's bum.  We were fairly sadistic about it,
stuffing it with sticks and leaves and dirt, and anything else we could
shove in there.  We had vivid imaginations, and it was fun to pretend our
poor innocent patient was a real live person.  Not much of a story I guess,
but it tells you how obsessed we were with this stuff.
   Here's another one.  It turns out we weren't the only kids in the
neighborhood who were doing medical experiments.  It was a windy day in
September, and Tommy and I were riding our bikes around the church parking
lot, not far from our house.
   Two older girls come along, sipping bottles of soda pop through straws.
One of them was brunette, with her hair tied back tight in a pony tail. 
She was wearing a black leather bomber jacket with tight faded jeans and
white runners.  The other girl had shoulder-length red hair, and was
wearing a blue plaid knee-length pleated skirt (like the one I was wearing)
with a red jacket, white knee socks, and white runners.  They looked like
they just came from school, as they were carrying books.  I had seen them
in church before, though I never knew their names.  One of them lived next
door to the church.
   They came over and said "hi", and we all started talking.  They were
very friendly, and clearly more interested in speaking with me than with my
brother.  We weren't far from the stairs that led down to the church
basement fire exit.  The girl with the brown ponytail asks "Where do those
stairs go anyway?"
   The red-haired girl whimsically says "There's only one way to find
out..."
   The brunette girl starts walking toward the stairs, as her red-headed
friend and I talk, strolling along slowly behind her...  she's asking me
about what grade I'm in, and do I have a boyfriend yet?...  and I'm telling
her all about my life history...  and I'm looking at her friend's leather
jacket from behind, thinking it's a style my brother might wear when he
gets older...  and how can she like wearing her jeans so tight?, noticing
how they hug her ass and wedge up into the crease of her vulva....  as we
shuffle our feet through the autumn leaves in the parking lot.
   When we get to the top of the stairs, the brunette girl says "Are we
allowed to go down there?"
   I said "I don't see why not, I saw kids going down when they lost their
ball..." and we continue chatting as the three of us slowly descend into
the dark stairwell.
   I didn't question their motives, they just seemed curious.  At the foot
of the stairs there were piles of leaves that had been trapped down there
by the wind.  There were also assorted tin cans, wrappers, bottles, a
couple of rubber balls, and all sorts of garbage that kids threw down
there. Obviously no one had cleaned it out for a long time.  Tommy was up
in the parking lot, happily riding around in circles on his bike.
   After we get to the bottom, the red haired girl says "You guys wanna
play a game?  Let's pretend we're at the hospital, and Bethany, you just
got here in an ambulance." She walks a few steps, kicking the leaves with
her white sneaker...." Here, these leaves can be your hospital bed..."
   I look at her, puzzled, not sure what I'm supposed to do.
   She says "Sit down honey...  it's just a game, sit in these leaves."
After a moment's hesitation, I think okay, whatever...  and I sit down in
the leaves.  These two girls are older than me by several years, and from
experience I've been conditioned to obey when older people tell me what to
do.
   As I sit down on the cement in the leaves, I think about going upstairs
to be with my brother again.  The two of them are standing between me and
the stairs, looking at me and whispering to each other, and they look like
giants from my position, sitting on the floor.  I wait for the game to
continue, hugging my knees to my chest, as my eyes adjust to the eerie
darkness of the church stairwell.
   The red-haired girl says "Don't be afraid Bethany, we're all friends
here.  Now just lie down....  like you're in the hospital...  pretend we're
your doctor and nurse."
   I thought Oh!, remembering our naughty game of doctor with little Debbie
in the little house, a few months before.  She was gently pushing down on
my shoulders, telling me to lie down.  So I stretched out on my back in the
pile of leaves, crossing my feet, doing my best to make myself comfortable.
   The red-head girl asks "Ever been to the hospital?  We're just gonna
check you out, honey...  make sure you're okay, then you can go."
   I can feel the damp dirty leaves under the back of my neck, as the two
of them kneel down, one on either side of me.  The pony-tailed girl in
black leather starts touching me here and there....  poking my ribs, which
tickles, and sticking her fingers in my ears, lifting up my white cotton
blouse and fingering my belly button.  She touches my head, running her
fingers through my hair.  She examines both of my hands, feeling each
finger like she's checking for broken bones.  She takes off my flip-flops
and examines my feet through my blue tartan knee socks...  tickling the
soles of my feet, making me squirm, pulling on each of my toes.
   As she does these things, she keeps saying "Hmmmm," and "Very
interesting," and "Does it hurt when I do this?"
   Then the red haired girl picks up one of my flip-flop sandals and whacks
me in the knee cap with it - not too hard, it doesn't really hurt.  "Well
her reflexes aren't very good."
   The girl with the brown pony tail says "No, I can see that...  does it
hurt when I do this?" lifting each of my legs up in turn, flexing them back
and forth at the knee.
   I say "No, not really..."
   As she lifts up my legs I feel my blue plaid skirt falling to the tops
of my thighs, and I try to hold it down with my hand, to cover my
underwear....  she pushes my hand away forcefully, saying "Don't interfere!
I'm trying to examine your legs."
   She lifts each of my legs till they are straight up at a right angle
from my body, and I know my white cotton panties are showing.  I resist the
urge to cover myself up, knowing that she's examining me.
   Then the red-haired girl takes hold of the waist band of my panties, and
she pulls up on them, giving me a front wedgie.  She does it so hard that
my panties are pinching my crotch.
   "Ow...  don't do that!"
   The two of them laugh.  She's pulling the fabric up right in the center,
making it bunch up inside the slit of my vulva, and she is stretching the
fabric till it couldn't be any tighter, like she's trying to tear them off
me or something.
   Red-haired girl: "Sorry honey, these have to come off anyway....." and
with that she pulls my panties down over my legs, taking them off, and
casting them into the leaves somewhere.  My bum cheeks are naked against
the cold cement floor and the scratchy leaves now.  I can feel the
butterflies fluttering in my belly, like I'm a little bit scared, and a
little bit aroused at the same time.
   The red-haired girl moves around by my feet, and scooches forward with
her bare legs between my inner thighs, pressing hard against them, forcing
my thighs to spread farther apart.  No doubt she can see every inch of my
privates now.  I feel so exposed!  She touches my mound with her
fingertips, pressing gently on the top of my slit.  "You were in a bad
accident.  Does this hurt?"
   I say "No..."
   She says to her friend "She feels a bit warm to me..." as she wriggles
her finger into my slit, rubbing it on my magic button and my pee-hole....
it makes me tingle there a little bit, and I hate myself for liking it.
   I finally muster the courage to speak out.  "Sto-stop that, don't touch
me there.  I have to go now..."
   "Oh really?  You think you can just walk out of the hospital?" says the
red-haired girl, as she keeps on examining my pelvis.
   The other girl chimes in, "You just keep your mouth shut little girl,
and don't move!  We'll say when you can go home!"
   The red-haired girl: "Settle down, or we'll take your clothes and run
away.  What would your neighbors think of that, huh?  You'd have to walk
home naked."
   I wondered if she really meant it, and the thought of walking home naked
struck fear in my heart.
   The pony tailed girl, kneeling beside me in her tight jeans, softens her
tone then, saying "Don't listen to her, she's just kiddin' around.  It's
okay, we're all friends here."
   I wasn't comforted much by her words, but I didn't want to risk pissing
them off any more, so I said nothing and hoped they would soon get bored of
their stupid game.
   The red-head says to her friend "Seriously, I think she has a fever,
check it out..."
   She uses her fingers to pry apart the lips of my slit, so that the pony
tail girl can dunk her finger into my honey pot without a struggle.  I feel
the tip of her finger sliding inside me and fishing around, as she says
"Whatever you say, doctor!" They both laugh.
   I'm quite afraid of them now, and very embarrassed.  I can't look
directly at them anymore, so I turn my head to the side, shutting my eyes.
The dead leaves feel prickly against my cheek and my ear, and I'm sure my
face is flushed.  I tuck my hands underneath my tushy, to warm them up.
   The red-head is holding my legs good and wide apart with her knees now,
as she and her friend examine my vulva...  My legs are bent up at the
knees, and they feel limp, like they would wobble and let me fall if I
tried to stand up.  I must've been quite the sight to look at, lying there
in a bed of leaves in the church stairwell, stripped from the waist down
except for my blue tartan knee socks, my vagina completely exposed, with
these older girls working me over.
   I try to think of something else, anything, but it's pretty hard to
ignore what they're doing to me.  They take turns exploring every nook and
cranny of my vulva with their fingers, massaging my pussy lips, and feeling
me up...  of course it feels good, and I just know I'm getting wet inside,
even if I don't want to be there.  The way they carry on with each other,
making wise-cracks about me....  I get the impression I'm not their first
stairwell victim.
   One has her fingers inside me, it feels like three, and the other is
touching my pee-hole, rubbing it back and forth briskly with her fingers.
She does it for the longest time, till it gets irritating, giving me
contractions inside.  I feel the irritation all the way up in my bladder,
and I get the urge to pee.  I tighten up my rectal muscles down there,
sucking up from inside my gut to hold it back, only I can't fight it, and I
feel a gush of pee come squirting out....
   "Oh YUCK....  she just peed on my hand!" yells the girl with the pony
tail.  She wipes her hand off in the leaves...  and the red-haired girl is
having a laughing fit.  I am mortified, even if maybe she deserved it.
   The red-head is still crouched between my legs, so I can't close them at
all.  Her friend grabs a handful of leaves and rubs them roughly against my
genitals, and it scratches my delicate vulva.  "This'll dry her off..."
   The brown haired girl: "She did that on purpose!!!"
   The red-head stops laughing and says "It was an accident.  You didn't
mean to pee on Penny's hand did you?" Then she bursts out laughing again.
   Brown-haired girl: "I know what she needs, give me your pencil..."
   I can hear her friend unzipping her back pack to look for one.  Then I
feel something sharp poking at my pee hole, it's the pointed lead of a
pencil.  She's searching for my little pee-hole, and it's hard to find...
then it goes in, and I feel pressure inside my urethra, where the pencil
get's wider.  She's cramming it in hard, stretching out my little pee hole.
I feel the skin inside my pee-pee being stretched around the girth of the
pencil...  and it burns a little bit.
   I know you're probably thinking that little Debbie had done similar
things to us before in her little house, so what's the big deal, right? 
The thing is, Debbie and Lynda were my best friends, and we chose to do
those things to each other.  This was totally different.  I never wanted
these strange older girls to do their medical experiments on me.  They
tricked me into going into the stairwell in the first place, out of sight
from the street, and they forced me to get naked, and they threatened me.
Maybe I could've walked away, but I didn't even try - I was scared
shitlets.
   The pony tail girl takes the pencil out of my pee-hole, and the stinging
stops.  Nobody is doing anything to me now, so I figure that's the end of
it, and I start to get up.
   The brunette pushes me back down hard, with her hand on my chest, saying
"Whoa, whoa....  where do you think you're going?"
   The red-haired girl grabs my wrist at the same time, and I bump the back
of my head on the cement as I fall back down.
   "You can't just walk out of the hospital," says the red-head, "we're
trying to make you better."
   Brunette girl: "Maybe if you didn't pee on my hand we'd let you go... 
what should we do with her now?"
   I look up at her, then at the other girl, swallowing hard, shaking my
head from side to side, as if to say "No thank you," to whatever they have
in mind...
   "Let's roll her over."
   "Yeah....  roll over honey, you need a booster shot."
   I resist, but the two of them easily over-power me, rolling me over
sideways, till I'm face-down in the damp dirty leaves, on my belly.
   My skirt has fallen down in the process, covering my ass, and one of
them lifts it up out of their way, exposing my up-turned peaches.  The
leaves are prickly and cold underneath me, scratching my mound and my
thighs and my belly.  I have a pretty good idea where this is going, so I
close my eyes tight, bracing myself for another round of abuse.
   The leaves also feel scratchy on my face and neck, and have an earthy
organic smell.  As I inhale through my nose, I feel some particles of dust
entering my nostrils, and I sneeze...  then I sneeze again...  and I sneeze
a third time.  I use a handful of leaves to wipe the resulting snot off my
nose.
   The brown-haired girl says, "Wow, she really sounds sick!"
   Then she sits down on my back, landing hard, knocking the wind out of
me.
   I am hopelessly entrapped.  I feel her ass on my lower back, facing my
feet, with her knees wrapped around my hips, pinning me down like a
wrestler.  The red-haired girl is kneeling between my legs, so I can't
close them.  One of them, possibly the brunette, puts her hands on my ass,
and I feel her spreading my cheeks apart.  It's a familiar sensation, the
skin being pulled taught between my buns, and the cool air touching me
there.  I know they're looking at my bum-hole, and I arch my bum up
automatically, like I did for little Debbie.  Force of habit.
   One of them is rummaging around in the leaves, and hands something to
her friend.  "Here, try this..."
   I feel something tickling in the vicinity of my asshole....  and it
scratches, digging into the sensitive center of my puckered orifice.  I
feel my cheeks being stretched apart by the other girl, she's digging her
fingers in hard....  then a pricking feeling in my anus as the thing goes
in - maybe it's a twig.  She sticks it in, then pulls it out.
   The girl on my back is heavy, making it hard to breath.  My knees are
getting scraped on the cement.  Face-down in the dirty leaves, I can't see
what they're doing, but I sure feel it....  Now they're sticking something
different in my bum.  Maybe it's a popsicle stick, it feels wide and thin,
and the width of it feels sharp as it goes in.  I don't think they used any
spit or anything, they just shoved it in dry.  I consider screaming, but
the fear of pissing them off keeps me quiet.
   I guess it's the red-haired girl who's working on me now, seated between
my legs.  Her friend, on my back, is encouraging her with things like "Give
it to her", and "Stick it in all the way," not what I want to hear. 
Unfortunately for me the red haired girl is doing just what her friend is
suggesting.  I feel the thing pricking me deep inside.  She takes it out
part-way, and waits just long enough for me to think she's finished.... 
then she sticks it in again, giving me another booster shot....  and it
hurts inside, as if she was sticking my ass with a real needle!
   Once again she stops, and I'm hoping they're finished with me.....  but
then the girl on my back with the brown ponytail says "My turn..."
   They switch roles, so now it's the red-haired girl parting my peaches
(still on her knees between my legs), and the brown-haired girl on my back
is pressing a finger into my tender o-ring....  she presses persistently
till I feel it going in, permeating my puckered ring....  then once the tip
of her finger is inside me, she plunges it much deeper, twisting it and
gouging my bum inside with her finger.
   She stops pushing with her finger, but I can feel it bending and
twisting slowly inside me, as she turns it over, poking my insides in
different directions....  She says "It feels so hot, I think she really has
a fever in there..."
   Red-haired girl: "That's what I'm talking about.  She needs fever
medicine..."
   Red head: "You're right doctor, as usual..."
   It feels like she's making a hook shape with her finger inside my hole,
pulling outward against the inside of my anus.  Like she's playing
tug-of-war with my sphincter muscle....  then I feel more pressure on the
outside of my anus, as she worms a second finger in beside the first
one....
   Read head: "Go for it!..." (Ha ha ha)
Ponytail: "Spread her cheeks wider..."
It feels much tighter with both her fingers probing my bum tunnel now,
wriggling in different directions like a couple of snakes, poking the
rubbery walls of my rectum.  It doesn't feel like two fingers from the same
hand either, she's using a finger from each hand, pulling in opposite
directions, and it's quite uncomfortable.  She's tugging outward, making a
hook shape with her fingers, putting pressure against my anus from the
inside.  When both her fingers pull against my anus at the same time, I can
feel my asshole relaxing and spreading, being pried open from the
inside.... then I feel a little bit of air going inside, like a bubble...
as if my ass was sucking it in.  It feels like a fart traveling backwards.
   Read head: "Do that again....  I wanna see inside."
   I would love to get out of this stairwell, these girls are being so
mean! Even though it's not my first time playing doctor, it's very
unpleasant having it forced against my will.  I keep thinking if I just lie
here quietly without resisting, they'll get bored and leave me alone.... 
but clearly they're not getting bored yet.  They seem to be getting into
this game more and more.
   The brunette ponytail girl, seated on my back, repeats the thing with
her fingers, pushing them inside my ass, and pulling outward against my
pucker from the inside, stretching my bum-lips open....  it allows even
more air to seep inside my ass, another backwards fart.....  Out of habit I
arch my back, sticking my bum up high for her, actually cooperating with
them...
   Red head: "Keep doing that Bethany...  I can see right inside you... 
wait, I have an idea..."
   I remain face-down in the leaves....  nothing else to do, as the
red-haired girl gets up to find something.  Her pony-tailed friend still
has her fingers inside my butt, feeling around the inside of my ass, and
the red-head is soon back, kneeling between my legs again, attempting to
insert something between her friend's fingers...  Whatever it is feels cold
and smooth, and it's wider than the stick was.
   As her fingers keep tugging against my weakened anal ring-muscle, I feel
my ass relaxing more and more inside, surrendering to her relentless
prying....  She's been stretching my poor hole for so long, my ass just
opens up like a flower for her, virtually waving a white flag....  I feel
more air seeping inside my bum.  I feel the cold hard pressure of the thing
wedging slightly inside my open anus, slipping between her fingers...  it
feels huge, as she pushes down on it, stretching my anus out of shape as it
goes in.  The ponytail girl takes her fingers out of my ass, making more
room for the toy.
   The red-head takes the object out of me, handing it to her friend,
saying "This should be wet."
   The pony tail girl takes it, and reaches behind her, poking me in the
mouth with it.  That's when I see it's a Fanta pop bottle, and she's
shoving it between my lips, knocking it against my teeth, which are closed.
   "Pretend you're taking a drink, lick it..."
   I shake my head in defiance, who knows where this old bottle has been?
Must be covered in dirt and germs....  and of course it's also been inside
my ass...
   The brunette girl turns around, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling
hard, lifting my head up so that my chin is no longer touching the
ground... still pushing the dirty bottle between my lips.
   "Open your mouth Bethany, or I swear I'll tear your hair out by the
roots, and you'll have a bald spot for the rest of your life!"
   I know when I'm licked...  so I open my mouth, allowing her to slip the
bottle inside my mouth...  and she pushes it in far, forcing my teeth wide
apart, making me suck on it, making me gag....  and it definitely doesn't
taste like grape pop.  It tastes bitter and gritty, probably a combination
of leaves, dirt, and the juice from inside my bum.  She rams it into my
gaping mouth repeatedly, and I worry that she might chip my teeth.  Then
she takes it out and hands it back to her red-haired friend, as the two of
them laugh it up.
   At least the lip of the bottle was smoother than the ones they make now,
it was before they made them with twist-offs.  The red-haired girl between
my legs says "Arch your bum again Bethany..." as her friend parts my
peaches from her perch on my back.  I arch my back, too afraid to disobey
them now.
   I feel my cheeks being splayed wide apart, stretching the skin in my
ass-valley...  and again I feel the cold tip of the pop bottle pressing
against my tender orifice, forcing my pucker to expand inwards, urging me
to open up, to let the thing inside my tortured ass...
   I feel it pressing on my back door, but for now my ass has closed up
tight, keeping the thing out...  and I'm squeezing myself closed back there
to reinforce my bum's refusal to cooperate.  She takes the bottle away and
shoves her finger inside my bum-hole, twisting it forcefully, saying "You
have to relax...  open up for your medicine.  The more you resist the
longer this is going to take....  When I say push, you push back from
inside, like you're taking a shit...  and arch your bum up for me."
   Again I see the futility of resistance...  she's not going to give up,
it's pretty much hopeless, might as well cooperate with them I guess...
   She passes the bottle to her friend, who reaches back and presses it on
my mouth again, and I figure, might as well do this, get it over with.....
and I open my mouth as she sticks it in, and I try to work up some spit,
coaxing it into the bottle with my tongue, coating the glass, making it wet
and slimy...  I guess it's for my own benefit anyway....
   She hands it back, and the red-head is pressing it against my back door
again, and I'm arching my back so my ass is up high, as her friend spreads
my cheeks wide apart...  I can feel her pressing the mouth of the bottle
straight down, putting pressure on my air-tight anus.....  The red head
says "Push back!" and I try pushing back from inside this time, like she
told me to....  like I'm taking a number 2...  then my rectal muscles soon
get tired inside from pushing, so I let them relax, and that's when I feel
the bottle slip inside me, about an inch.  It feels so cold inside me, and
so wide and invasive....  and I just want her to take it out of me.
   Again she says "Push hard!" I push against the bottle again, from
inside, pushing as hard as I can like I'm trying to shit it out, then I
relax my rectal muscles...  and again it's when I stop pushing that it
advances another inch or so into my bum-tunnel...  and I can feel it
getting wider as it goes farther inside me...  spreading my orifice like a
wedge, forcing my asshole to open up, and it's almost unbearable....  and
I'm guessing that some of the spit I put in the bottle is now trickling
down into my ass-tube, lubricating the path in front of it, as she keeps
shoving it inside me again and again.....  now it's in so far that the
widest point of the bottle is inside me, blocking my back door open wide...
I can feel it spreading my sitting bones apart, that's how wide it is....
and I feel so full...  and she keeps ramming it forward, and I try to push
back, which only helps the bottle to go in further each time I relax
afterwards...  and I worry that she might be damaging my insides!
   The pony tail girl on my back finally takes the pop bottle out of my
bum-hole, and the red-haired girl (still crouching between my legs)
continues to hold my bum cheeks apart as they study the effects of their
work on my poor asshole....  I feel air filling up the space where the
bottle had been, which means I must be gaping open back there, and my ass
is completely loose and relaxed...
   "Look at it...."
   "Wow, I can see inside..."
Red-head: "Think we should let her go now?"
Brunette: "Not yet....  I wanna give her a present for bein' such a good
patient...."
The girl with the ponytail, who's still saddled on my back, takes the
bottle and places it on my lips for the third time today....  and I think,
Oh no, not again!  She had clearly not forgiven me for peeing on her
hand....
   "Open your mouth or I'll tear your hair out, I swear...."
   And I open my mouth up wide, what's the use...  she shoves the bottle
into my mouth, pushing it to the very back of my tongue, even going
part-way down my throat this time, where it makes me gag....  and on the
plus side, this increases the flow of saliva in my mouth a lot, more
lubrication....  It's very humiliating, the pop bottle tastes dirty and
bitter, and I know I'm tasting my own butt juice on the bottle, I might as
well be sticking my tongue right up my own ass...
   Her red-head friend pulls my cheeks wide apart again, and I feel her
pulling the skin on my orifice outward from the center, pulling my ass
open....  Then I feel a handful of dry prickly leaves pressing against my
anus, to which I can offer no resistance, since my rectum has become so
relaxed and so stretched out...  And the brunette girl is stuffing them
inside me with two fingers, pushing them in through my dilated anus, this
big fat wad of dead leaves...  they make a crunching sound as they go in,
sort of like dry corn flakes...  and they scratch the tender skin on the
inner rim of my bum as they pass through my gaping orifice....
   "Oooouch!!!"
   With the handful of dry leaves now on the inside of my ass, with stems
and crispy sharp edges pressing against the delicate and extremely
sensitive membrane inside my silky bowels, I feel a strong urge to have a
number 2, as my body attempts to eject the foreign matter from my
rectum.... But to my absolute horror, I feel the pony-tail girl pressing
the cold mouth of the pop bottle against my poor ravaged anus again, easily
inserting it in my open asshole...  and oh it hurts, it feels like I've
been scraped up back there....  I try to tighten up the muscles, squeezing
in with my rectum, to close the door....  but it's a losing battle, as my
bum-lips open up to her insertion all too easily, and I feel the Fanta
bottle slipping inside me all over again....  The irritation and the
pressure of it sliding inside me is even more unbearable this time
around....
   That girl must have really hated me, she was so intent on making me
suffer.  All because of a little pee on her hand!  She rammed that thing
into me, going several inches deep, shoving it up my ass again and again...
forcing the fat wad of scratchy leaves to go deeper and deeper ahead of
it...  I could feel the leaves barging up my ass-tunnel, as the bottle
wedged deeper and deeper between the delicate walls of my upper rectum...
She was reaming out my bowels for the entire length of my bum-tube,
bottle-fucking my ass, raping me...  as all the while her girlfriend
cheered her on and laughed at my discomfort...  the wad of leaves being
packed into some dark corner near the upper end of my colon, I think she
must have pushed them back up into my belly...  then finally she pulls the
pop bottle completely out of my tushy, relieving the pressure from my ass,
but leaving the ball of leaves somewhere deep in my ass....  and even so,
it's such a relief to feel my bowels empty again....
Me: "Uuuuuuh!!!"
Red-haired girl: "Good news Honey, you're gonna be okay." (And I'm
thinking, Really?  Are you sure about that?)
   Brunette girl: "Yeah...  you're good to go.  That medicine should make
you feel much better." (Ha ha ha...)
   The girl with the ponytail gets off my back, and they're both laughing
and joking as they go upstairs and on their merry way....  leaving me alone
in the dark stairwell, still face-down in the dirty wet leaves, with my
skirt up around my waist, and my asshole still throbbing from their
attack...  but I'm happy they're finally gone.
   I get dressed quickly.  I don't want Tommy to see me like this, he
doesn't need to know anything about it.  He'd just tell Lynda and Debbie
about it anyway, and they'd laugh at me, and I'd never hear the end of it.
I brush the leaves and dirt out of my crotch...  then I find my panties,
shake out the leaves and pull them on...  I straighten out my dress, dump
the leaves out of my sandals and step into them....  Then I go upstairs to
find Tommy still on his bike, riding around and around in circles in the
parking lot, oblivious to the horrors I had been subjected to in the church
dungeon.
   When I get home, I tell my mom all about these older girls, and how they
took me down into the church stairwell, made me undress, and did things to
my privates that made me sore.  She gives me a patronizing kiss on the
forehead, and leads me into the kitchen.  Then she sits beside the stove,
and tells me to climb up on her lap so she can "assess the damage".
   I lie across her lap on my belly, as she lifts up my dress, and pulls my
panties down to my knees.  I feel her fingers spreading my sweet-cakes
apart to look at my bum-hole.
   Then she bursts out laughing, and says "What were they doing, signing
autographs?" She says they must have been poking me with a ball-point pen,
because there is blue ink scribbled all over my bum.  I feel so indignant
as she laughs at my misfortune.  As usual she's not taking me seriously.
   She applies cold Polysporin ointment to my sore anus, massaging it in
with two fingers, even pushing some of the ointment inside my bum.  She
must have noticed how easily she could stick her fingers up my loosened
bum-hole, but she didn't comment on it.
   Then she says "What's this?" I feel her fingers digging a little deeper
in my sore rosebud....  and she pulls something out between her
fingertips...
Mom: "Were you playing in the leaves?"
Me: "No, THEY were!  Those girls, they put leaves up my bum."
Mom: "Lucky you!  Did you thank them?"
I was infuriated by her jokes.  Obviously I wouldn't be getting any
sympathy out of her that day.
   I don't know if the ointment helped at all, but at least it felt good.
Then she pulled up my panties and gave me a sharp slap across my bum cheeks
as she let me down, saying "I think you'll survive".
   Talk about adding insult to injury!  She wasn't even listening to me.  I
wanted to tell her all about my ordeal in the stairwell....  how scared I
was, and how they tricked me into going down there...  and how one of them
sat on me, while the other stuck things up my bum.  I know it wasn't all
that different from playing doctor in the little house, but this time I
hadn't volunteered, it was forced on me.  That was probably the last time I
discussed matters with my mom relating to playing doctor, or about sex in
general, for many years.
   The next morning when I took a poo, it felt extra large as it came out,
and then I saw the big ball of leaves after they were pushed out at the
front of the load...  and I thought, I'm NEVER telling mom about this,
she'll just make fun of me.  It was so big it plugged up the toilet. 
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LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR, PART 2