
LITTLE DEBBIE PLAYS DOCTOR - part 2

(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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PROLOGUE

Well I've been busy as a beaver, typing out another batch of my
lewd childhood memoirs. Previously in part 1... my brother Tommy,
my friends Lynda and little Debbie, and I, were playing doctor in
the "little house" - which is (or was) an old family guest
cottage in Debbie's backyard. (It was probably a condemned
building, but Deb's parents wouldn't tear it down for a few more
years.) I haven't yet described how my girl friends had their way
with Tommy that day, so I'll get to that shortly, but first I
need to come clean about a certain ménage à trois. It was about
three weeks later when Lynda came over for a sleep-over at my
house, and that's where we pick up the story. It's bath time...

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RUB-A-DUB-DUB

It was Saturday night, and around 7:00 my mom yells, "Bethany,
Tommy, get ready for your bath! You too Lynda!"

Lynda was with me in my parents' bedroom, trying on an old dress
I said she could have. She was still checking herself out in the
full-length mirror, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree
when she heard she would be taking a bath with my brother and me.

There were three folded bath towels on the bathroom counter. Our
mom had run the hot water, and now she was telling us to get
undressed pronto and get in the tub.

"You kids stop dawdling and get in the bath before it cools off!
Keep the door shut so you don't steam up the rest of the house.
And don't spill any water or you'll have to mop it up yourselves.
I'll be downstairs if you need anything." She was off to do
laundry or something.

Lynda and I got undressed in my mom and dad's room, since I had
to share my bedroom with Tommy, and my mom thought Lynda would
like a bit of privacy. Soon the three of us were soaking naked in
the bathtub. In honor of our guest, our mom had added lots of
bubble bath, and the suds were piled up thick. It smelled sweet
like bubble gum. Also the bath was deeper than usual, I guess she
figured there'd be more dirt to soak off with three bodies. The
water was about as hot as you could stand it without getting
cooked like a lobster. Sitting down in a hot bath was always
painful at first, especially for your sensitive parts (like my
vulva).

I was in the middle of the tub, with my back to the wall and my
legs folded in front of me. The water level was up to my tits (or
lack thereof). Tommy was reclining at the shallow end of the tub,
with his arms resting on the sides. Lynda was at the deep end of
the tub, with her back towards the tap. Thick bubbles clung to
her nipples like sea foam. A yellow rubber duck was bobbing close
to her, also surrounded by foam.

Soaking in a hot bath always made me feel aroused for some
reason. I felt a mild sort of tingling in my belly, and in my
privates too. It wasn't like I was having an orgasm or anything
(not yet at least), but it was sensual and erotic. It felt like
stuff in my guts was moving around. (Even now I get that same
feeling when I'm anticipating a sexual encounter.) Without
thinking about it, I began touching myself underwater where Lynda
and Tommy couldn't see, casually toying with my pussy. You could
hardly see the surface of the water for all the fluffy suds.

The bathroom window was open a crack, and a lonely train horn was
blowing somewhere far away. The bathroom mirror was foggy, the
air was thick with steam. We were all looking flushed in the face
from the intense heat of the water. Lynda looked like she had
rouge on her cheeks, and the rest of her had a pinkish tinge to
it as well. Same for me and Tommy. Our skin pores were wide open.

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

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

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

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

Lynda: "What are you Tommy?"

Tommy: "I'm just a bus boy. I'll take your orders now."

Lynda laughs, "Then I order you to rub the queen's feet!" She
stretches out her legs, going over my legs, so her feet are close
to Tommy, probably touching him.

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

Lynda: "Depends if you do a good job or not. First you have to
please your queen."

Tommy: "Yes your majesty."

Tommy gets into his role and starts working on Lynda's left foot.
Lynda giggles, sinking lower in the water, extending her foot
closer to him. I figure her unseen foot is in his lap, although I
can't see it. I feel her soft bum pressing against my left knee.

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

I let my left hand rest on Lynda's thigh. Then after a while, I
slid my hand farther to the left, and stuck a finger in her belly
button, wiggling it. She didn't react as I touched her.

Tommy turns his attention to her right foot, working on her toes
individually, starting with her pinkie. You can just barely see
her toes protruding from the bubbles, like a row of pink buoys.

I put my hand on Lynda's belly again, underwater. I slide my hand
up to her chest, rubbing it all over. I touch her nipples, giving
each one a little squeeze and a tug. She still doesn't react, so
my hand migrates lower to play with her belly button again...
then down to her mound, to play with her triangular patch of
blonde pubic hair. I'm fascinated as I caress her curly fur with
my fingertips. I don't have pubic hair growing anywhere yet.

I feel the top of her slit... it's slightly parted at the top
end, where a fold of tissue from her clitoral hood protrudes, but
below that her slit is closed up tight. I trace down her groove
to where it meets her crotch. I rub my finger up and down,
pressing on her crease, urging it to separate. Her mound splits
in two as my finger wriggles between the halves of her fruit,
like a wedge, prying her open...

I locate her magic button with my finger, pressing on it and
massaging it. It feels like a little bump, hard and rubbery like
a tiny nipple. Then my finger roams lower to touch her pee hole.
I rub the tiny opening with the tip of my finger... then I slide
down between her thighs. I notice she's hotter inside her crack
than on the exterior parts of her vulva. I work my finger inside
the crevice, dividing her labia lips, getting closer to the mouth
of her coochy. She feels smooth and slippery in there,  but the
entrance to her vag is still too small for even one finger to fit
inside.

Lynda: "Okay, the queen is pleased..." (at first I thought she
was talking to me), "the bus boy may give me his feet."

Tommy extends his legs over mine, going between Lynda's legs, and
I pull my hand away just in time... as he jams his toes hard into
her vulva, catching her totally off guard.

Lynda's whole body jerks in surprise, making a splash, and she
squeals "Aaaaaahhh!!! Not there!"

Then in a quieter tone, she says "You idiot, just give me your
foot... in my HANDS!"

Tommy is still laughing, as he pulls his foot out of her vulva.
She takes one foot between her hands and starts massaging the
sole with her thumbs.

Lynda still looks embarrassed, as she says "I've had bus boys
beheaded for less!"

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

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

So now they're working on each other's feet at their respective
end of the tub... and I'm in the middle with my right finger on
the pulse of my clitoris, happily playing with myself. With my
left hand I reach for the bar of soap... then I start lathering
Lynda's chest with it. I rub the soap on her nipples, and they
feel stiff, slightly swollen and pointed, maybe because of the
heat. Ironically it's the same effect you get in the frozen food
aisle at the grocery store. Curious, I touch my own nipples with
my right hand, noting that they feel soft, not hard and swollen
like hers.

As I rub soap on Lynda's chest, I notice there is more fat around
her nipples than elsewhere, and I wonder if she'll soon be
needing a bra. Wouldn't that be typical? She's always showing
signs of physical maturity before me. We're the same age, and yet
you'd think she was two years older.

I slide the bar of Ivory down and rub it on her belly, lots of
fat there. Then down to her mound... then between her thighs,
soaping up and down each leg, going under her knees, under her
thighs, gliding over her creamy skin, feeling the soft warmth of
her vulva against my fingers. I push the soap down into her bum
crack, trying to rub her hidden pucker with it...

I glance at Lynda's face, and she offers no acknowledgment of my
underwater maneuvers. She doesn't even look at me. No news is
good news I guess. She's concentrating on Tommy's feet, massaging
them, and at the other end of the tub he's busy with her feet.
There's no discussion between us now.

I continue my secret game, exploring Lynda's sunken treasures
with my left hand... pressing into her groove and rubbing between
her labia lips with the edge of the soap, and with my fingers...
I rub soap on her mound and finger her crevice... then I go back
down, sliding the Ivory along her groove, soaping up her
coochy...

My heart is racing. I find this game exciting, knowing that Tommy
can't see what I'm doing, and Lynda acts like nothing's going on.
Actually my arm brushed against my brother's leg a couple of
times, so maybe he suspects, and that's okay too. Anyway, he has
his hands full, working on her feet...

I let go of the soap and press on her slit with my finger,
sinking in to feel her sugar plum, 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 so much fun! I insert my
right index finger in my own pussy, pushing it in to the first
knuckle, massaging inside my labia... while my left index finger
presses on Lynda's groove, which is smaller and tighter than
mine... but eventually it relaxes enough that one finger fits
inside it. I figure if it feels good to me, it must feel good to
her. I don't know about Lynda, but I'm tingling up a storm down
there.....

Now I have two fingers inside my pussy, and I'm trying to work a
second finger inside Lynda as well. My coochy is wetter than
hers, but I've been working on myself for longer, so I've had a
head start (meaning today in the bath, but it may also apply to
masturbation in general). Lynda's pussy soon relaxes enough that
I can get two fingers inside, though it's a tight fit. Two
fingers exploring both our vulvas, going in and out, twitching
and moving around.... Then I walk my fingers up our grooves to
work on our clitorises for a while... massaging, going slow and
going fast, both hands the same...

I slide my fingers back down our vulvas, inserting my middle
fingers inside both of our pussies, doing her exactly the same as
I'm doing myself. This time I'm able to massage deeper inside
Lynda than before... rubbing my fingers along the sides of our
vaginas, increasing the pressure, creating more friction...
Sometimes spreading two fingers apart to stretch both our holes,
feeling the hot tissue spreading around my fingers, the silky
mucous membrane molding to any shape I make...

I don't know about Lynda, but this is definitely working for me!
The sensation is growing, and I'm hoping I'll soon have my little
orgasm. As the tingling grows more intense, there are subtle
contractions inside me, like my vulva is sucking on my fingers,
nursing on them, pulsating... The fireworks are going off now,
and I feel tingling throughout my vagina and my pubic area... I
hear music playing in my head, and it's like I'm in a dream....
then I feel total relaxation, and open my eyes.

I look at Lynda as I pull my fingers out of her crotch, not
knowing if she felt what I felt or not. She makes no
acknowledgment of what just happened. I was looking for some kind
of feedback, anything, to know if she enjoyed my subaquatic
massage, but I got nothing.

Lynda gets up on her knees and dunks her head right in front of
me. She picks up the large bottle of egg shampoo on the side of
the tub, and applies a handful to her hair, scrubbing her scalp
with her fingertips. Then she bends forward and dunks her head to
rinse. When she straightens up, I watch the water cascading down
her body, and over her round belly. A rivulet of water gets
diverted into her little mouth of a belly button. Some water
makes it to her pubic mound, filtering through her delta of
sparse blonde hair... collecting at the point where her slit
starts, running down the crease and over her slightly open vulva
where my fingers had been exploring a few minutes prior,
drizzling off between her thighs - and it looks as if she's
peeing into the bath.

On her hands and knees, Lynda crawls over to Tommy's end of the
tub, on my right. I turn my legs to the left so she can squeeze
by. Then I slide over by the taps, to sit in her spot.

Lynda says "Scooch over bus boy, and 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, with his back against her belly, and his bum
against her crotch....

Lynda holds her hand out, "Hand me the soap."

I find the slimy bar of Ivory underwater and pass it to her.

The water is starting to cool off, so I turn on the hot water,
full blast. I feel the fresh heat surrounding me, but I know
it'll take a few minutes before they feel hot water at the other
end of the tub. The overflow drain is making rude slurping sounds
behind me...

Lynda is sitting behind Tommy, lathering up his back and
scrubbing it with her hands. The two of them look quite cozy
together. I'm just going to be a voyeur from my end of the
bathtub. The suds on the surface has mostly dissipated, so I can
more or less see what's going on underwater now. She reaches
around him with both hands to soap up his chest and belly,
scrubbing him all over, rubbing his nipples... She washes his
neck, and rubs the soap into each of his arm pits, poking her
fingers in there to wash and tickle him. She sticks a finger in
each of his ears to wash him there too...

Tommy is sitting with his legs apart, with his knees showing
above the water. Lynda, sitting behind him, lifts her feet up one
at a time, and plants them on the inside of his legs,
intertwining them, so that with her legs she can pull his legs
wider apart. Looking through the murky water I can make out his
penis, and below that I can see the shadowy profile where his
puckered anus is, between his buns. He doesn't have a lot of fat
anywhere, so his buttocks are lean, and they don't conceal his
asshole, even when he's standing up. I've noticed that before.

Tommy's eyes are closed now, 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 (she probably wants to make the wiener dog stand
up again). Her left hand reaches further down to feel his
balls... then she's reaching down farther, rubbing between his
cheeks, playing with his asshole. She rubs the bar of soap
against his anus, massaging between his cheeks. Her other hand is
fondling his penis, stroking it, rubbing it, trying her best to
wake up his little sea serpent...

Lynda rubs the soap on his asshole some more, then she lets go of
the soap and places her fingers over his puckered orifice. She
starts rubbing it, massaging it... and after a minute her middle
finger slips inside his bum-hole. She works it in deeper, and it
looks like she's worming it around inside him, massaging his
inner tube...

Meanwhile, Tommy's pecker appears to be swelling up nicely... and
Lynda must be aware of it too, as she keeps on massaging it, with
her fingers and thumb wrapped around it, slowly rubbing it up and
down, stroking the nice wiener dog. Her other finger is still
inside his tushy, maybe half-way, finger-fucking his asshole...
as she works on his stiff little 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 might be producing sperm, and clouding up our
bath water. I'm wondering when Lynda learned how to do all this
stuff...

Lynda has apparently had enough of this game, as she withdraws
her hands from Tommy's crotch, and moves away from him to sit
further down the tub. He opens his eyes, and I'm pretty sure he
didn't expect the bliss to end quite so soon (I know I wouldn't).
It probably felt amazing, all the things she was doing to him...
and now he's sitting there by himself with a submerged erection.

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

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

Lynda, looking down at my brother's hard-on: "Tommy, you 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.

   ***

THE FACES OF DICK

As I see it, a penis has three stages. Stage 1 is when a dick is
soft, about the length of a guy's thumb - maybe smaller if the
guy has been swimming or in the shower. If it appears to be a
little bit stiff, it's only because it's so compressed. It looks
like a turtle trying to pull it's head into it's shell. If a
"stage 1" got any smaller, it might disappear up inside a guy's
body cavity. When guys have been in cold water, they like to call
it "shrinkage", like it's a laundry condition. And as you know,
most guys aren't too good with laundry. Whatever a stage 1 is,
it's the opposite of sexy.

Stage 2 is when the penis starts to inflate, so that it looks
bloated, and it's slightly heavier, yet it's still semi-soft. If
the guy's lying on his back, a semi-erection will probably rest
on his belly pointing north or to the side. It's like a pig that
just had a big feed, and it's too full to get up. You see a stage
2 before sex, when a guy is starting to feel aroused. You also
see a stage 2 after he ejaculates, as his dick gradually
deflates. You may ask yourself, is the cock half-hard, or is the
cock half-flaccid? If the guy hasn't had sex yet, chances are
it's getting hard, and the future looks bright. If he just had an
orgasm, it's probably going flaccid, so don't hold your breath.
That's okay too, only it's a bit like a beached whale. Maybe that
whale is resting in a pool of white sperm on the guy's belly,
like it just threw up on the beach (that is if you didn't swallow
it, and he didn't come inside you). That would make it a sperm
whale, like Moby Dick.

Stage 3 is your fully hard and erect penis. It's fat and long and
beautiful, and it stands up all by itself. It has to be three or
four times heavier than when it was small, so the rest of his
body must be that much lighter. It's the wiener dog that stands
up to be petted - not to mention stroked, kissed, sucked, and
fucked. A stage 3 is the soldier that stands at attention when a
lady enters the room, giving her his undivided and adoring
attention. It's the part of a guy that shouts "I missed you!" I
love a hard penis, whenever I get the chance. Do girls have penis
envy for Mr. Johnson, as Mr. Freud suggested? We just might,
since it makes us so fucking happy to hang out with someone who
has one.

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HEEERE'S TOMMY!

Okay, at the end of part one, little Debbie was the
self-appointed doctor on call in the "little house". Lynda and I
had each taken a turn being her patient. She pulled our panties
down and examined us, and gave us our "needles", probing us with
twigs and fingers, front side and back. My brother got to watch
the whole show, and now it was his turn to be her patient.

Tommy is sitting on the back of the green couch with his feet
dangling down the back. He's a lean looking boy, but he has good
muscle tone from playing sports. His dark stringy hair partially
covers his eyes, concealing his feelings. He looks down at the
floor, quietly awaiting instructions. He unsnaps the front of his
denim cut-offs and starts pulling down his zipper...

Debbie stops him by placing her hand on his, saying "Leave that
for now. Just lie down and relax. I want to check your pulse
first."

I'm thinking, yeah right, she just wants to undress him herself.

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

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

Debbie holds Tommy's left arm up by the wrist, concentrating.
"Okay he's got a pulse..." She lays his hand back down on his
belly.

Debbie reaches out and gives the front of Tommy's pelvis a gentle
pat with her fingers. Then she grasps the top of his cut-offs,
pulls down his zipper, and spreads open the fly, exposing his
purple underwear. She puts her hand inside the front of his
boxers to feel his package, and she fondles him. Then she tells
him to lift his bum up, while gripping the waistband with both
hands, and she pulls his shorts and boxers down together to his
knees.

Tommy's penis is gloriously exposed for all to see. As you can
imagine, little Debbie and Lynda can't take their eyes off it,
the holy grail of curious little girls. The skin tone is a pasty
white on his bathing suit area, with no apparent tan left from
last summer (it's spring now). He hasn't got a trace of body hair
anywhere, not even around his perky little johnson.

As we study my bro's penis, it starts to roll over on it's own,
like it's making itself comfortable, till it's pointing left
towards Debbie. It's strawberry-shaped knob is wisteria (a shade
of violet). The shaft of his cock is beige, with a hint of blue
veins barely visible beneath the skin. He was circumcised at
birth, and what foreskin is left forms a collar just below the
head.

His scrotum looks tight and compact. A vertical seam runs down
the center of it, and on the right and left of it there are
parallel ridges, symmetrically lined up like a mirror image. I
can only guess these are expansion and contraction pleats. My
girl friends are drinking it all in with their eyes, as they look
over their new boy-toy.

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

Debbie laughs, "I think it likes me."

Pinching the head of his cock firmly, she stretches the whole
thing out, making it thinner and longer. (Seems to me she's
handling it a bit rough, but the patient isn't complaining.) My
brother's pecker hasn't gotten any bigger yet, in fact it's as
small as I've ever seen it. After my impressive story about it
swelling up like a balloon animal in the bathtub, I'm hoping that
happens again today so they don't think I'm a liar.

Stretching it out, Deb runs the tip of her finger along the ridge
of nerves that starts half-way up the ventral side, and leads to
the head (or the "glans" as it's officially called, strangely
enough). The lower end of this ridge (around the halfway point on
his dick), contains a concentration of sexual nerves, and it's
the mother of all erogenous zones on boys - comparable to a
girl's clitoris. It's located outside of his urethra, the tube
where the pee and sperm come up (though never at the same time).

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

I don't find my brother attractive, with or without clothes on,
but Debbie and Lynda seem to think he's gorgeous. I'm happy for
them, now that they are tête-à-tête with his penis. Our weeks of
back-room scheming has paid off. I have to admit, I do enjoy
watching Tommy's facial expressions as Debbie handles his
johnson.

Debbie looks at Lynda and says "I'm not sure what's wrong with
this patient. I could use a second opinion here."

Lynda says nothing as she takes her cue. Debbie steps back as
Lynda puts her hands on Tommy and examines his cock. She handles
it rougher than Debbie did - stretching it out, twisting it,
rolling it between her fingers like modeling clay, and pinching
it's mushroom head to open his pee-hole for inspection.... She
also slides her fingers up and down the sensitive ridge of his
penis for a minute, which feels good, I'm sure...

Tommy's eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed, like he's
focusing on what she's doing to him. I notice his cock is
starting to grow, and Debbie sees it too. Now she wants to touch
him again, at the same time as Lynda... so that they're both
playing with him. Four hands, one organ.

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

Debbie: "Would the nurse prepare the patient for his needle,
please?"

This had been planned, but I didn't know about it. Lynda leans
forward and kisses the end of his cock, and I am shocked! I can't
believe she put her mouth on my brother's pecker! She not only
kissed it, she licked it too. When she takes her mouth away, the
tip of his knob is glistening with her saliva... and now you can
really see a difference in size. His penis has definitely grown
longer and firmer. The wiener dog is back!!

Debbie says "Nicely done."

Holding Tommy's semi-erect cock upright, she lines up the small
twig at the mouth of his pee-hole, and sticks it in. It goes in
maybe a quarter of an inch, and the entire lower half of his body
twitches. Lynda and I lean closer to watch as Debbie takes the
twig out. His pee-hole stays open after it comes out. Debbie
licks her twig again and inserts it again, then takes it out...
reinserting it repeatedly, filling his little pee-hole with it
each time. This time she leaves the twig in and takes her hand
away, so we can admire it... then she gives it one more hard
nudge, by tapping the end of it with the palm of her hand. It
makes Tommy flinch again.

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

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

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

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

Debbie: "We can scratch that for you..." looking at Lynda.

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

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

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

   ***

WHAT'S IN THE BOX?

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

We both dressed and undressed in the bedroom every day. On one
occasion I got down to just panties and knee socks at bedtime,
and before putting on my pj's, I practiced a ballet move in the
middle of the room (I was taking a dance class at the time). He
was in bed already, reading, but I knew he was checking me out.
Another time I was doing gymnastics exercises on my bed, and
posing in all sorts of contortions. I finished with a stretch
called "the plow" with my chest down on the bed and my butt high
in the air... and my panties had slipped part-way down during the
routine, but I pretended not to notice. Sometimes I would
secretly peek in the mirror to see if he was watching me.

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

It wasn't just my brother, either. I could get a boy's attention
simply by touching an erogenous area of my body... my breasts, or
anywhere around the bikini area. It was always more effective if
I was showing more skin, wearing something like a crop top to
expose my belly and lower back, or low rise jeans, or skimpy
shorts, or a short dress. Even if nothing very personal was
showing, their attention would be drawn to my hand like a compass
points north. It's true of adult men as well, that's just how the
straight male brain is biologically programmed.

If you ever go to a strip club (I have, with a boyfriend), it's
interesting to observe what the audience around you is looking
at. Often the next erotic dancer starts her act before the
previous girl has finished her dance, so they overlap for maybe
five minutes. The former stripper has dropped all her clothes, as
she continues dancing, showing off her (hopefully) beautiful nude
body. At this point, chances are more guys are watching the new
dancer, who still has her clothes on, than the naked dancer. This
was not what I had expected to see!

I guess this happens because everyone has already seen what the
naked dancer has to offer - namely her legs, tits, pussy, and
ass. If guys in the audience were allowed to fuck her, I'm sure
there would be takers, but they aren't - at least not while she's
on stage. (Well, maybe they fuck her with their eyes and in their
minds - and that's real too, in a way. They say the brain is our
biggest sex organ.) Guys are distracted by the mystery of what
they can not see, like a woman's clothes are her gift wrap. Until
she strips off all her clothes and shows off her body in lewd
poses, men can only wonder: What's in the box?

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

   ***

ON THE FLIP SIDE

Tommy is lying face-down on the back of the couch now, with his
feet pointed towards the southern window. His denim shorts and
red boxers are still around his ankles, and his green tank top is
pulled up, so he's exposed from the middle of his back on down.
His bum cheeks look muscular and pure white, and they have
dimples in the sides.

Little Debbie's powder gblue tee-shirt is sexy. It's stretchy and
tight, and outlines her nipples. It's short too, so her belly
button is exposed. Her shorts are green plaid, and they're tight,
so they tend to ride up between her cheeks, and they make
camel-toe creases in the front. She recently painted her toenails
red, making her feet look fancy, in spite of the flip-flops.
Makes me want to paint my toenails like that. (Yet another way to
distract boys.)

Lynda also looks sexy in a short yellow sun dress (matching her
long blonde hair) with bare shoulders. She's beside me on the
couch, on her knees, sitting on her heels. When she leans
forward, you would see her tight yellow panties if you happened
to be standing behind her.

Little Debbie pulls Tommy's cut-offs and boxers down together,
takes them off, and tosses them onto the easy chair. She spreads
his feet farther apart, and starts massaging his his sweet-cakes
like she's kneading pizza dough. Occasionally she pries them
apart to look at his puckered orifice (although you can sort of
see it without parting his cheeks). Compared to Lynda's rosebud,
it looks smaller and tighter than hers, and the skin surrounding
it is white (whereas hers is surrounded by a light brown
birthmark shaped like a teardrop).

It's funny how our erogenous zones can be unique, much like our
faces. If my boyfriend Stefan was in a police lineup, and all you
could see was their peckers, I'm pretty sure I could pick him
out. Especially if they all had stage 3 erections. Can you
imagine a lineup of guys working themselves up to a stage 3? That
would be a Kodak moment.

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

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

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

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

Debbie puts the stick in her mouth to make it wet, then she
attempts to insert it in the center of Tommy's anus. His back
door flexes inward a bit, but holds tight, preventing the twig
from entering.

Debbie: "Spread it wider Lynda..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy's bum-hole looks wider now, more spread out, and stays open
a little bit, so I can see inside the hole in the center. The
tissue inside his bum is a dark shade of rose, like the inside of
your mouth. I can see folds of skin in there, like gathered silk.

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

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

Debbie: "Bethany, would you take over here?" So I spread the
patient's cheeks apart for her.

Lynda says to Debbie, "Pull the first twig more to the side."

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

Debbie says "Let's make them even." She takes hold of both twigs,
and pushes the first one in deeper, till there's an equal length
of both twigs sticking out.`

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

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

Debbie: "Bet you can't get a finger in there too."

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

Debbie says "Guess I was wrong." Then she starts rummaging in the
toy box, and says "How about this?" She hands an old purple tooth
brush to Lynda.

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

Lynda places the toothbrush handle between the sticks, and pushes
it down into the gap. It sinks in an inch or so, and stays there
when she takes her hand away.

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

Lynda works the purple toothbrush handle in, sometimes pushing it
at different angles, going a fraction of an inch at a time...
going between the embedded twigs as she shoves it up his ass. The
toothbrush is much longer than the twigs. It goes in about
two-thirds of it's length before it hits rock bottom. Lynda stabs
it in a few times, trying to make it go deeper, but the
toothbrush handle is going no further.

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

Debbie and Lynda withdraw their toys from Tommy's ass and stow
them in the toy box, "as is". Tommy gets down, pulls on his
boxers and cut-offs, and goes into the bathroom.

Lynda: "It must be weird peeing with a puffy penis."

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

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

Lynda: "Well if he does, I wanna see the genie come out..."

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

Part of me felt guilty for luring my brother into this game, but
I blamed him for being such a willing victim. He obviously loved
it - lying there naked with girls touching him all over. I
honestly never expected him to let us take it that far. He
could've left at any time if he didn't like it. I guess none of
us could say "no" to little Debbie.

   ***

LORD OF THE ELM TREE

Tommy and Lynda and I played another strange game. It was a
variation of playing doctor, only our patient was an elm tree in
our front yard. The tree trunk had naturally grown into two,
probably when it was a sapling. So it had twin trunks starting
about two feet above the ground. The crevice in between them had
a deeper slit at the bottom, so it looked to us like a person's
bum (as if they were standing on their head). So we pretended
that the tree was our patient, and we were it's doctors - a
demented version of arborists.

We liked to stuff a variety of twigs and stuff into the tree's
bum, and we were quite sadistic about it. For some reason we
wanted our patient to suffer. We stuffed it with sticks and
stones, leaves and dirt, broken pieces of glass, and anything
else we could shove in there. Like all kids, we had vivid
imaginations. We amused ourselves by making our helpless patient
suffer in the most humiliating and debasing way we could think
of.

I don't know what to make of this, really. Except that maybe it
provides a glimpse into that dark and sadistic streak children
can have in their hearts - in the spirit of "Lord of the Flies".
Remember the scene where Jack captures a wild female pig in the
jungle, and kills her by shoving his sharp wooden spear up her
ass? The other boys in his tribe were wildly and morbidly
entertained by this. Some of them even smeared the blood on their
faces. We weren't quite that bad, but it was sort of like that.

   ***

AUTUMN LEAVES

One day I found out that we weren't the only kids in the
neighborhood who liked playing doctor.

It was a Sunday afternoon in October, and Tommy and I were riding
our bikes around the church parking lot, which was half a block
from our house. I was still wearing the green pleated dress I had
worn to church, with white knee socks and black dress shoes.

Two older girls came along, sipping on bottles of pop through
straws.

One of them was brunette, with long hair tied back in a ponytail.
She was wearing a black leather jacket with blue jeans and white
runners.

The other girl had shoulder-length red hair with bangs, and she
was wearing a blue plaid skirt with a white blouse and a gray
sports jacket. I had seen her in church that morning. She lived
next door to the church with her mother, who was a widow, and her
older sister.

They came over and said "hi". They seemed friendly enough, and
were clearly more interested in talking to me than with my
brother. I got off my bike and leaned it against the wall. Tommy
continued riding, circling the parking lot one more time before
heading out into the street.

The girl with the brown ponytail asks "Where do those stairs go?"
She was looking at a stairway that led down to a church basement
fire exit.

The red-haired girl says "Well, there's only one way to find
out..."

The brunette girl starts strolling slowly toward the stairs, as
her friend and I follow, chatting about school and stuff. She
asks me what grade I'm in, and who's my favorite rock star, and
do I have a boyfriend yet? And I'm blathering on, telling her my
life story. I'm looking at her friend's black leather jacket,
thinking it's a style a boy might wear, as we shuffle through the
leaves.

When we arrive at the top of the stairs, the brunette girl says
"Do you think we're allowed to go down there?"

I say "I don't see why not," and the three of us start down the
stairs single file, with the brunette girl in front, followed by
me, then the red haired girl.

There was considerably less daylight down in the stairwell. I
looked at the window in the exit door, and the lights were out in
the church basement. At the foot of the stairs there were piles
of dead leaves that had been trapped there by the wind. There was
also a lot of garbage strewn around.

Red haired girl: "You girls want to play a game?"

I say "Okay," and her brunette friend says "I like games."

Red haired girl: "Let's pretend we're at the hospital, and
Bethany here just arrived in the ambulance." She walks a few
steps towards the back of the stairwell, kicking the leaves...
"Here, the leaves can be your hospital bed."

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

She says "Sit down in the leaves, silly. Pretend you've been
injured in a car accident."

I say "Okay", and I sit down in the leaves with my legs folded,
my green dress covering my knees. The two older girls are
standing, looking down at me.

The brunette girl with the ponytail says "Ever been to the
doctor?"

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

She says "Well we're the doctor and nurse here, and we just have
to make sure you're not seriously hurt. Then you can go, okay?"

I say "Okay."

I'm thinking about my brother. I watched him ride his bike out of
the parking lot before we came down stairs. If he came back and
didn't see me, he might think I went home. He won't know I'm down
here with these older girls.

One of them whispers something to the other, and they both laugh.
They don't share their joke with me. They look much taller when
I'm sitting on the floor. My eyes are starting to adjust to the
eerie darkness of the stairwell.

The red-haired girl crouches down on my left and says "Don't be
afraid Bethany, we're all friends here."

The girl with the brown ponytail also kneels down, on my right,
and says "You can lie down," gently pushing on my shoulder.

So I recline in the leaves, leaning back on my elbows, with my
legs out straight and my feet a few inches aart. I can feel the
scratchy leaves underneath me, especially under my bare knees.
I'm not wearing tights, just panties underneath my dress, long
socks, and my dress shoes.

The girl with the ponytail starts touching my ribs, which tickles
and makes me laugh... and then she's feeling my neck... and
sticking her fingers in my ears and wiggling them. The red haired
girl picks up my left hand, and flexes my wrist up and down...

The brunette says "She has no broken ribs, and her neck's not
broken."

The red-head says "Good. Her wrist isn't broken either."

Then the girl with the brunette ponytail squeezes my right ankle
and says "Wait a minute... does this hurt?"

I say "No."

The red haired girl leans closer and whispers to me "When we ask
if something hurts, you're supposed to say yes."

So I say "Yes, yes it does hurt there."

The brunette takes off both of my shoes and socks, tossing them
far away in the leaves. She proceeds to examine my bare feet,
picking up each one and wiggling all my toes... then she
scratches the arch of my right foot with her fingernails.

I start squirming, "That tickles!"

She says "It does? Oh I don't like the look of this..."

She lifts my right leg up high, flexing it at the knee. It causes
my skirt to lift up with my leg, then it flips back, exposing my
thighs and my pink panties. Feeling modest, I hold my skirt
against my leg to cover up... then she lowers my leg.

The red haired girl says "Let me see."

She picks up my right leg and raises it up high, flexing it in
the same way. My skirt falls away from my leg again, and this
time I just leave it. I'm flat on my back now, with my arms at my
sides.

She's holding my right leg almost straight up, saying "Your leg
is definitely broken, Bethany."

While she is holding my leg and bending it, the brunette girl
with the ponytail starts feeling my knee. Then she squeezes my
thigh, working her way lower, and she asks "Does this hurt?"

I play along and say "Yes, it hurts right there!"

The red haired girl says "Told you so!" still holding my right
leg up high.

Meanwhile, the girl with the ponytail is massaging further down
my thigh, till her right hand touches my mound - which startles
me. Then she slides her left hand down the outside of my hip,
till it's touching my right bum cheek. She squeezes the top of my
leg with both hands...

"This is your femur bone, which is joined to your hip bone," she
advises me, as her fingers dig into the fat on my leg. The side
of her right hand is still pressing against my pubic mound. "The
femur is the biggest bone in your body, and it has a hairline
fracture. We don't know if it's cracked all the way up, so we
still have to find that out."

The red haired girl says "I agree. We can reset your femur, but
first we need to know how far that fracture goes." I'm impressed
by their lingo.

The girl with the ponytail then takes hold of the elastic
waistband of my panties, and pulls up on it, making them tight in
the crotch. Some of the fabric wedges inside my slit, pinching me
there.

"Ow, that kind of hurts," I say. The two of them burst out
laughing at the same time.

Still laughing, the girl with the ponytail says "Sorry honey, but
these will have to come off." She pulls my panties down and
throws them somewhere in the leaves, leaving me nude from the
waist down.

The cement floor feels hard and cold under my bare bum, and the
leaves are scratchy under my legs. I can feel the butterflies
fluttering around in my belly now... like I'm a little bit
scared, and a little bit aroused at the same time.

The red-haired girl moves over so she's kneeling at the soles of
my feet, and hikes up her tartan skirt. Then she spreads my feet
apart and scooches forward, so that her knees are between my
calves. I bend my knees more, and spread them wider to make room
for her. The cement floor hurts my tail bone.

The red-haired girl starts massaging my right thigh with both
hands, and says "I should warn you, the femur can be very
difficult to get at."

And I'm thinking, What a load of bullshit... and I start thinking
about how to make my escape from this isolated stairwell.

She has one hand on my right hip, and the other hand on my inner
thigh. Her hand moves down, and I feel it pressing against my
exposed vulva. Then she shifts it again, so her fingertips are
touching my crotch. She's squeezing my thigh, but she's also
pressing against my labia majora with her fingers... she's
pressing harder, till I feel my labia lips parting as her fingers
slip between them briefly. It feels invasive, but it's sexually
stimulating at the same time...

Then she focuses more on my right ass cheek. She's massaging
it... her fingers are pressing and probing more inside my bum
crack... I feel her fingers pressing closer to the right of my
anus, pulling the flesh away from the center, making the skin
feel taught and stretched around my pucker...

Red haired girl: "Got any lubricant?"

At first I think she's talking to me. Then the girl with the
brown ponytail says "I'll check."

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

Red haired girl: "What's in the lip balm?"

The other girl reads the label, "Ummm... menthol, eucalyptus
oil..."

Red haired girl: "That'll work."

The girl with the ponytail hands the jar to the red-head, who
screws the lid off, and scoops some out with her finger (I can't
tell how much). Then I feel her finger on my pussy lips, and she
pushes till her finger slips inside. She's applying lip balm
between my labia and around the narrow entrance to my vagina. In
about three seconds, it feels like it's freezing and burning the
delicate mucous membrane at the same time.

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

Red-head: "Stop exaggerating Bethany... it feels nice on my
finger."

Brunette girl: "I use it on my lips, it should be fine." (She
means her mouth.)

Me: "I don't like it, it stings!"

Red-head: "It's better than nothing... stop squirming!"

She's spreading that stuff all around my labia... Then she's
touching around my vaginal opening, pressing with her finger...
and because it's all greasy, her finger goes slightly inside.
Nothing had ever gone in that deep before. It was starting to
sting and tingle. It was similar to Vick's Vaporub.

"Ooooww!.... stop that!"

"Hush!" she snaps back.

She was pushing her finger in again and again, and it felt too
big to fit. The lip balm was simultaneously hot and cold. Her
finger was going in anyway, even though it was wider than my poor
little vag. She was stretching it, and coating it with that
irritating lip balm.

Then, at the same time, she started pushing down on my belly with
her left hand, digging in with her fingers, just above my pubic
bone. It felt like she was pressing directly on my bladder, and
it was also putting pressure on my vagina (and probably my womb).

As she was pushing her finger into my tight pussy hole, she was
also massaging my urethra with her thumb - gently, but it was
annoying never the less. It felt like the lip balm was getting
into my pee hole, and it burned something awful, as she kept
rubbing it. Maybe she thought it was my clitoris by mistake, I
don't know...

All of this was stimulating my bladder. I hadn't been to the
bathroom for a while, and she was making me feel like I had to
pee. So I tightened my sphincter muscles to hold it in... but
then I guess I relaxed for a second, I didn't mean to, and I peed
a little bit.

"Oh YUCK! She just pissed on my hand!!" shouts the red haired
girl, as she takes her finger out of my coochy (which was a
relief).

She was wiping her hand off in the dead leaves. Then she rubs a
handful of scratchy leaves on my vulva, I guess to dry me off. I
was mortified that I peed on her, even if maybe she deserved it.
The brunette girl was having a laughing fit...

Red haired girl: "She did that on purpose!"

Brunette girl: "I'm sure it was an accident." Then she bursts out
laughing again.

I was still lying on my back in the leaves, in the dark
stairwell, naked from the waist down. The red haired girl was
kneeling between my legs, which were spread apart on either side
of her, with my knees bent up. The girl with the brown ponytail
was on her knees to my right.

The red haired girl inserts her finger in my pussy again. It goes
in easier this time, thanks to all the nasty lip balm she had
rubbed inside me. Her finger still feels too big for my tight
little hole.

She locates my clitoris with her other hand, and starts teasing
it. The brunette girl also starts touching my vulva, so now
they're both feeling me up at the same time. I'm getting more
aroused, I can't help it, they're pressing my buttons. Or should
I say my vulva can't help it? What my brain wants is to get away
from these wacko chicks.

Brunette girl: "You think I should perform an anterior exam?"

Red-head: "Yes I do. She deserves it for peeing on my hand."

I didn't understand what they were talking about, but it didn't
sound good. Not good at all.

The brunette girl puts her hand under my right thigh, and starts
kneading the buttock. Her fingers are pulling on my bum cheek,
and I can feel my anus being stretched (it's exposed in this
position). She puts her finger on my pucker and presses on it,
but it doesn't go in. Then she takes her hand away.

Brunette girl: "This is totally the wrong angle. We have to turn
her over."

Red-head: "Turn over honey, so we can examine your femur."

Me: "No, I won't! Let me go!"

Red haired girl: "Such a difficult patient..."

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

I realize it's the read haired girl who's on my back when she
turns around and says "Don't make this any more difficult...
you're outnumbered."

The girl with the brown ponytail is forcefully pulling my legs
apart, scraping my knees on the cement in the process. She kneels
between my legs, so now I can't close them.

The red haired girl finds the jar of lip balm in the leaves, and
says to the other "You'll need some of this."

I shield my face in my hands, so as not to breath in the dust
from the leaves. I think it's the red haired girl on my back who
lifts my dress up and puts her hands on my ass. I feel her
squeezing my buns playfully and making shapes with them, as she
clucks like a chicken (the other girl is laughing
hysterically)... then she splits them wide apart, exposing my
asshole.

The brunette girl is between my legs, and I feel her applying lip
balm to my tushy hole. It has a freezing effect as she rubs the
stuff in with her fingers and her thumbs.... and sometimes she
rubs my vulva between my legs.

I was squeezing with my sphincter muscles, thinking I could stop
her from penetrating me - and it seemed to be working for a
while. But with the red haired girl pulling my cheeks apart, it's
also pulling open the outer part of my pucker - so the brunette
has access to the inner part of my anus where it's tight. She
keeps pressing and working on the center of my anus, and I can
only resist by contracting my sphincter for so long. Eventually
the muscles get tired, and I relax... I immediately feel her
finger sinking into my anus. It stops part-way, then she pushes
it in farther, and proceeds to freely probe my ass.

The menthol in the lip balm was driving me crazy! To call it
irritating is an understatement. It felt like she was forcing an
icicle up my ass!!!

Red-head: "Can you feel her femur yet?"

The brunette girl starts poking hard into the right side of my
rectum with her finger. She says "Yes I feel it. I think I found
the fracture..."

Red-head: "Great! Now what?"

Brunette girl: "Now we have to examine the fracture, and reset
the bone."

As she says this, I feel increased pressure on my anus. I soon
realize she's trying to worm a second finger in beside the first
one. My orifice is being pried apart, as she struggles to force
her way in. Soon my asshole is wrapped around two fingers like an
elastic band. Then she starts wiggling them both inside me... and
it feels really weird, like she's stirring up ice cubes, and
making a martini inside my ass...

Then I feel more pressure on my pucker, and I can't believe
it.... she's working on my besieged pucker with a third finger,
trying to stick it in beside the other two - and it hurts!

I tried pushing back from inside (like I was taking a shit)...
hoping I could maybe push her fingers out. That didn't work
either. In fact, I think it had the opposite effect, by making my
anus gape even more. I felt my anus being stretched open and
pushed inside me at the same time, as she shoved repeatedly with
three fingers... push, push, push... till the third finger had
wormed its way in with the other two.

Once she had three fingers inside me, she started slowly rotating
them back and forth, and I could feel my asshole twisting in the
same direction. She would wiggle them now and then... and with
some of that menthol lip balm inside me, it was quite
overwhelming. It felt like I had to take a number two - only I
didn't really because I already went that morning. But my pucker
and rectum felt like they were on fire!

"Oooww!!! Stop it, you're hurting me... let me up!"

One of them slaps me in the head - probably the red haired girl
who's on my back (since she's closer to my head).

The brunette girl says "Oh really? You think you can just walk
out of the hospital?" as she continues digging around inside my
ass with her fingers.

The red-haired girl: "You just keep your fuckin' mouth shut
little girl! You're not goin' anywhere! We should take your
clothes and make you walk home bare naked! What would your
neighbors think of that?!"

Brunette girl: "What she means is, you can't leave the hospital
till we fix your broken femur."

Red-head: "I mean it! Don't fuck with us little girl... or you're
walkin' home bare naked!"

The thought of walking home with no clothes on strikes fear in my
heart, and I can't think of any response.

Then the  brunette girl with the ponytail speaks in a softer
tone: "She's just kiddin' around. Don't worry, we'll have you out
of here in a jiffy." It was like the old "good cop - bad cop"
trick.

The damp dirty leaves feel prickly beneath me, irritating my
pubic mound and my legs, and the hard cold cement hurts my knees.


The leaves have an earthy, organic smell, almost like a human
body odor. Each time I inhale through my nose, I'm getting
particles of leaf dust, and they're irritating my nostrils. I
sneeze once... then I sneeze again, and I sneeze a third time. I
wipe my nose with the back of my hand, then wipe my hand on some
leaves.

Brunette girl: "Wow, she actually sounds sick!"

Red-head: "Here, she needs a booster shot."

The red haired girl is spreading my honey cakes again. I feel
something sharp scraping all over my ass, going around her
fingers... then it's scratching up and down my bum crack, and
making circles around my anus. Then she's dragging it right
across my pucker in a crisscross pattern, sometimes catching in
the center where it's more sensitive... and they're laughing the
whole time (like I'm the butt of a joke).

The red haired girl digs in to spread my cheeks wider... I can
feel the cool air on the moist center of my pucker... then I feel
the thing poking me right there, and she sticks it in. She takes
it out, then stabs it back in, again and again, jabbing into my
bowels repeatedly...

Still cupping my face in my hands, I try to pretend that I'm back
in the little house, and that it's little Debbie and Lynda doing
these things to me. It makes me feel less afraid... And then I'm
thinking, hey - they're going to do what ever they want anyway.
Maybe I should play along, like I do when we're playing doctor in
the little house. Maybe they won't be so mean about it. Maybe
they'll let me go sooner... Nothing to lose, so I arch my back,
sticking my bum out...

The red haired girl notices and says "There's a good little girl.
Now you're learning."

She keeps sticking the pointed thing into my ass, and the other
one is still spreading my cheeks. There's less resistance as it
enters my anus now, I think it's lost its elasticity. Anyway, I
continue arching my bum up, hoping to win their favor. I feel the
point of the thing stabbing me deep inside, and then I feel an
acute burst of pain...

"OOOOUUUCH!!!"

Brunette girl: "Sorry about that, chief."

Red-head: "Oh just ignore her."

She keeps poking me in the bum, and I brace myself for another
shot of pain, but it doesn't happen. She takes the thing out, and
I'm thinking - Maybe they're finished with me.

But then the red haired girl says: "My turn."

She gets off my back, and they quickly switch positions (I don't
even try to get up, I know they won't let me.)

So now the brunette girl is sitting on my back, and the red-head
is kneeling between my legs (which I have to spread wider apart
as she scoots forward). The brunette girl pulls my bum cheeks
apart for her friend...

Then I feel something cold and hard pressing against my orifice,
something different. Whatever it is, it's a lot wider than the
pointy thing was. It feels wider than my entire anus. I wince as
my pucker flexes inward, as she pushes it against my bum crack...
and it's quite painful.

"Ooooowww!!! You're hurting me!"

The red haired girl hands the thing to her friend, and says
"Here, make her lick it."

The brunette girl on my back turns around and says "Open your
mouth Bethany," as she caresses the side of my face with the
thing.

I see that it's a dirty old Coke bottle they found in the leaves
(it's the old style that requires a bottle opener, probably 7
ounces). I purse my lips and turn my head the other way. No way
I'm letting this thing go in my mouth!

Brunette girl: "You said it hurt, so lick it... make it nice and
slippery."

I turn my head the other way and say, "I don't want to. Why don't
you use that lip stuff..."

Red-head: "Oh we will... but thanks for the suggestion."

Then I close my mouth just in time, as the bottle bumps against
my mouth again. I am totally grossed out at the thought of having
this thing in my mouth, as I turn my head the other way. Who
knows where it's been? It's covered with dirt and germs, and
maybe there are spiders or dead insects inside... not to mention
it was touching my asshole just a minute ago.

Every time I turn my head, she follows with the bottle to touch
my mouth. I remain defiant, with my lips tightly sealed...

That's when the red haired girl starts spanking me. She's
slapping fairly hard, and only on the right cheek... hitting the
same spot over and over and over... till it starts to sting.

She says "I'm gonna keep spankin' till you suck on it little
girl..."

If she would just move around, spank me on different spots, I
could've handled it. But this was unbearable. Tears were forming
in my eyes...

Finally I yell "Okay! Stop hitting me!.. I'll lick it..."

So I open my mouth, allowing the brunette girl to place the
bottle between my lips...

Red-head: "There you go... suck the nice bottle-cock..."

I surround the rim of it with my lips, and I pull my tongue back
in my mouth, so at least I won't have to taste it. But she keeps
pushing it in, so I have to open up wider... and it's pressing
against the roof of my mouth, and also my tongue. I have to
breath through my nose.

First thing I taste is the menthol from the lip balm... then it
tastes bitter, and it's gritty too (probably a combination of
leaves, dirt, and who knows what). Maybe the taste of my butt is
on there as well.

The red-head says "Open up honey, like you're on a date with your
boyfriend..."

The brunette urges the pop bottle deeper in my mouth, and I have
to drop my jaw to make room as the bottle neck flares. It's
pressing down on my tongue and the wide part is against my teeth.
The end of the bottle is near the back of my tongue now, and my
gag reflex kicks in. I cough, but it's blocked by the bottle, so
air is forced out my nose (along with some snot). I'm afraid I
might chip a tooth...

Then she takes the bottle out of my mouth and hands it back to
her friend. It feels good to breath through my mouth again.

The red haired girl (who's between my legs) slaps my bum again,
right on the sore spot, and says "Stick your ass up honey, like
you did before."

So I arch my back again, sticking my bum up in the air... and I
don't care anymore, I just want to get this over with.

Her brunette friend parts my peaches... I feel the red-head's
fingers rubbing more lip balm on my tender rosebud... then the
cold end of the Coke bottle touches me there. She pushes down on
it, and twists it a little at the same time, like she's boring
into my bum hole...

The rim of the bottle is smooth and round and greasy, but it's
also quite wide. It feels like it's forcing my anus to go inside
my ass, turning it outside-in... because I still feel the rim of
the bottle against the exterior of my sphincter. Then the
brunette girl pulls my cheeks wider, and when she does this, I
feel the skin on my pucker being pulled around the end of the
bottle, just a little bit, allowing the bottle to advance a tiny
bit.

The red haired girl says "Do that again, Penny."

The brunette girl on my back stretches my peaches apart again, as
the red-head pushes the Coke bottle against my bum hole... and
again I feel my anus taking in a tiny bit more of the Coke
bottle. It's like putting on a sock, only the bottle is the foot,
and my ass is the sock... and it doesn't hurt to pull on a sock.
This does.

Red-head: "Again... it's helping."

They do this a few more times, and each time she spreads my
cheeks the bottle advances a micrometre... but it's very
uncomfortable, and there's a constant ache in my asshole now. I'm
thinking - She had three fingers inside me before, how come I
can't accommodate a pop bottle? Then I remember how she did it,
by starting with just one finger, and adding a second, then a
third... But I also tried to slow her down by pushing back, and
that seemed to make it easier for her to get the third finger
inside me.

So in the spirit of cooperation (or maybe resignation), I start
pushing back from inside my rectum, like I'm taking a shit. It
has the same effect - I can feel myself opening up back there.
The rim of the bottle is entering my anus, so I keep pushing...
and there's a sort of burning sensation where the inside of my
ass is pushing back against the bottle, and it's not totally
unpleasant. At least the ache in my anus has gone away, and the
tip of the bottle is in my ass. Then she takes it out, and I'm
thinking - Okay that's that.

But the brunette is still on my back, and they're not letting me
up... and she continues holding my cheeks apart. The red-head is
apparently looking at my asshole. She says, "Look at it, what a
difference..."

Then she adds, "We should keep going. This is how we can reset
her femur bone." (I'm thinking, Oh no....)

I stick my bum out, and I feel the red haired girl smearing more
of the irritating lip balm on my bum-hole, pushing some of it
inside with her finger. Then I feel the mouth of the Coke bottle
pressing against my orifice....

The brunette girl stretches my honey-buns apart, as the red
haired girl pushes down on the bottle. I'm pushing back from
inside, and I feel myself opening up... it's going in... my
bum-hole surrounds the end of the pop bottle...  It feels cold,
and so big and invasive, and now I just want her to stop...

"Take it out, pleeeease..." I say, like I'm begging for mercy.

The brunette girl yells at the other girl: "Push it in! Push
harder!" like she's a fucking coach or something.

I feel the bottle advance another half an inch...

"Stop!... it hurts!"

Brunette girl: "You'll take it and you'll like it... Push it in."

I feel it go in farther... It's in so far that I can feel the
neck of the bottle starting to flare, forcing my anus to open
wider.

"Please stop! It's too big!"

The brunette girl yells "Push!!!"

I feel it inching in a little further...

"Noooooo! You have to stop, you're hurting me!!!"

The brunette holds my cheeks apart, the red-head shoves down on
the bottle..... I want to make it easier, so I push back from
inside my bum... The bottle goes in farther, wedging its way into
my orifice, forcing my ring muscle to stretch around the wider
girth of the bottle....

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!"

I had no idea how far the bottle had gone inside my ass, but I
could feel the wide part of it pressing out against my sitting
bones. It felt like my ass was stretched to the absolute max...
like I had to take the biggest shit ever....

I'm guessing half the length of the Coke bottle was inside my
bum, because it was getting narrower at my anus, giving my
sphincter muscle a bit of relief. Unfortunately, that meant the
widest part of the bottle was already inside me, and it felt like
a bowling ball going up my ass, stretching out my poor bum-tunnel
as it moved forward...

"Uuuuuuuhhh!!!!... Take it out! Pleeeeease!!!"

I was moaning and groaning at this point, as I kept pushing back
from within my guts. I wasn't doing it intentionally any more, my
rectum was automatically pushing back, trying to eject this large
foreign object. If it was just a turd, I could've easily pushed
it out. But the brunette girl was pushing the bottle in. So by
trying to push it out, I was signaling my orifice to open up to
let it out - and therefor I was actually helping her to shove it
in further! I was writhing in agony.

The red haired girl: "See Bethany, your femur bone probably
doesn't hurt anymore."

The brunette girl laughs, and says "Try rotating it..."

"Noooo!!!" I shout. "Don't rotate!"

Before the words were out of my mouth, the red haired girl starts
turning the pop bottle around and around inside my ass. It felt
like she was putting my guts through a wringer. (That's an old
fashioned washing machine by the way, I know they don't make them
any more.)

"Uuuuuuuggggnnnhhh!!!..."

A groan something like that came out of me... and at the same
time, my rectum was involuntarily pushing back for all it was
worth. As I said before, the experience wasn't entirely
unpleasant. Yes, for the most part it was torturous - but at that
moment when my bowels were pushing back, and I let out a groan,
it felt like my ass was "going over the top". It was like that
feeling you get on the toilet when you take a large dump. It's
not like an orgasm really, but there's tension and release there.

Then the red haired girl starts pulling the bottle out... it's an
intense sensation. I feel the widest part of the bottle exiting
through my anus, forcing my back door to open up all over
again...

"Aaaaaahhh!!!..." I wail, as it passes through, painfully
stretching my asshole for the second time today.

After the wide part of the bottle was past my anus,  and she
pulled it out of my bum, I heaved a sigh of relief. My body went
limp. I still hated being pinned down on my belly, naked from the
waist down in the dirty leaves - but at least the pain had
stopped, and they were hopefully done with the doctor stuff. It
was the most relaxed I'd felt since they started this stupid
game.

I'm waiting for them to let me up, and I wonder why the brunette
girl is still sitting on my back. They're not saying anything,
and they're not letting me go... Then the red haired girl starts
pushing the Coke bottle into my ass - again.

"Noooo!!!" I howl, my voice breaking. "No! Not again!... You
can't..."

I start to cry.... as she leans on the greasy Coke bottle hard.
The brunette girl spreads my dumplings again, and I feel the huge
pop bottle getting wider as it enters, stretching my ass once
again... as my battered rosebud is forced to open wider, and
wider....

The bottle seems to be stuck part-way in. The brunette girl pulls
my cheeks apart more forcefully, as the red-head pushes down on
the bottle. Then I feel it moving forward, stretching my asshole
impossibly wide open as it re-enters my colon... Once the widest
part of the bottle is inside my anus, I feel it stretching my
bum-tube painfully as she shoves it further inside me. It feels
like she's reaming me out with a baseball bat.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!!!..."

The red-haired girl laughs, then pulls the Coke bottle back
out... stretching my anus again as the wide part exits through my
asshole.

The Brunette girl says "Hey, I think we fixed her broken leg!"

Red-head girl: "Don't let her up yet. She gets a present for
being such a good patient." Then she picks up a wad of leaves and
crumples them between her hands.

"Pull her cheeks apart."

The brunette girl holds my peaches open... then I feel the red
haired girl pressing the crumpled leaves against my anus. My
orifice is so relaxed from the bottle fucking, that I can offer
no resistance back there. She stuffs the leaves into my open
anus, and they feel scratchy going in. Then to my absolute
horror, she sticks something else inside my ass (it felt like a
long stick, though I never saw it). She shoves it in repeatedly,
cramming the leaves up my ass. That girl must've hated me,
probably because I peed on her hand.

Then the brunette girl gets up off my back, and says "That's it,
you're good to go Bethany."

The red haired girl says "See ya next time!"

The two of them go up the stairs and on their merry way, leaving
me face-down and half-naked in the dirty leaves.

I get up and brush the leaves out of my hair, and out of my
crotch, and I dust off my blouse. I rearrange my dress, and look
around to find my socks, shoes, and panties in the leaves, and
put them on. When I go upstairs my bike isn't there, so I walk
home. Tommy is nowhere to be seen. My legs feel shaky as I walk,
and I'm thirsty.

I'm thinking Tommy doesn't need to know about this. He'd tell
Lynda and Debbie for sure, and they would joke about it and laugh
at me. I'd never hear the end of it.

When I get home, I see my bike in the yard, so Tommy must've
brought it back. I see my mom in the kitchen, and I tell her
everything - how these two older girls from our church took me
down into the stairwell and undressed me, and did all sorts of
things to my privates that made me sore. She gives me a kiss on
the forehead, takes my hand, and walks me over by the stove. She
sits on the chair, and tells me to pull my panties off so she can
"assess the damage".

First I hold my dress up while standing in front of her, as she
inspects my pee-pee. She says "No signs of trauma here."

Then she has me lie across her lap. She lifts up my dress, and I
feel her fingers parting my cheeks. Then she bursts out laughing,
and says "What were they doing, signing autographs?"

She tells me they must have been poking me with a ball-point pen,
because there's blue ink scribbled all over my cheeks and around
my anus. I feel my face turning crimson with embarrassment, as
she jokes about my misfortune. As usual, she wasn't taking me
seriously.

She walks me to the bathroom where she applies Polysporin
ointment to my sore rosebud. I feel her little finger going
inside my bum-hole to smear some ointment in there. Then she asks
"What's this?" as she fishes something out with her finger.

"Were you playing in the leaves? I found this piece of a leaf
inside you."

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

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

I was infuriated by her sarcasm. Obviously I wouldn't be getting
any sympathy from her that day. Then she pulled up my panties and
gave me a dismissive slap across the ass as she set me down,
saying "I think you'll survive".

Talk about adding insult to injury. I know it wasn't all that
different from playing doctor with my friends, except this time
it was forced on me, and I did not enjoy it. That was the last
time I would discuss anything sexual with my mother for several
years.

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

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TO BE CONTINUED... in "Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 3"

See also, Little Debbie Plays Doctor - part 1:

http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Bethany_Boh/LITTLE_DEBBIE_PLA
YS_DOCTOR--Part_1.txt?nocache=FvcRKPlCfOboacaXDysR

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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Bethany_Boh/LITTLE_DEBBIE_PLA
YS_DOCTOR--Part_1.txt?nocache=FvcRKPlCfOboacaXDysR

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See also, The Official Rules of Strip Twister:

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

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