Little Debbie actually was quite little. At four foot, nine inches tall and weighing slightly less than seventy pounds, she didn't have many pounds to spare for arms and legs, much less tits and ass. The tits weren't grapefruit sized, nor were they orange sized. Maybe lemon sized would describe them. Two lemons with large nipples would describe them even better. The nipples were damned important because those were one of only two places on her body that were normal sized. The other was called a clit and was usually hidden down there between Debbie's legs where it only got seen when Debbie propped a mirror between her skinny legs and mauled it till she bawled. Shop till you drop and maul till you bawl were two of her favorite expressions.

Little Debbie was really and totally sick of being little. Being little sucked donkey dick big time. Not that she could suck donkey kick. She had trouble sucking those Vienna sausages her mother kept leaving around the kitchen for the family to snack on and everybody knew those weren't normal dick sized, much less donkey dick sized.

Little Debbie had never seen a real live dick, but she knew what they looked like. Last year when she was thirteen, she had discovered her parent's stash of porno tapes. Fifteen tapes in all and she had watched them all a dozen times over. From watching the videos, she had learned that average sized dicks varied from ten to thirteen inches in length and most were roughly twice the size of her scrawny wrist. How the hell was she going to get a normal sized dick into that little hole between her legs. Shit!! She could barely get her mother's vibrator in there and that was only six inches long and not much bigger around than a Vienna sausage.

Little Debbie's parents were starting to worry about her. "There's no question she's oversexed" her mother blurted out one morning at the kitchen table. Her dad responded with "No shit, Dick Tracy". What gave you you the first clue? Was it watching her finger herself while she watches television? Was it seeing her rub herself off against the doorknobs? Maybe it was when she tried to tickle her tonsils with those popsickles last week?"

Little Debbie's mother didn't bother to dignify such crude comments with an answer. Besides, the real reasons for her concern were the various and sundry bathroom items left lying around with oily, female secretions coating their handles. Toothbrushes, hairbrushes and even a half eaten carrot, to name just a few. No question about it, Little Debbie was one horney little female. With her barely curved little body, she was also a child molester's wet dream come true. Debbie looked more like a nine year old than the teenager she actually was.

"So, what are going to do about the situation?" her mom asked Little Debbie's dad on this bright and sunny morning. Looking up from the morning newspaper, her husband responded with "Well, if you are as tired of slick, slimey doorknobs as I am, you might want to consider mating her with Buster." At the sound of his name, Buster came scampering into the kitchen. He sat wagging his tail and turning his head back and forth as the conversation grew more heated.

"Simon Brewster, you are one sick son of a bitch" yelled LD's mom. "I am just looking for a way to keep LD from getting knocked up before the week is out" replied her now sullen husband. "She's a lot less likely to have puppies than she is to have little bastards when she starts humping doorknobs in front of boys down at the mall." Wagging his tail furiously now, Buster seemed to be nodding his head in agreement with the man of the house.

It was LD who finally took matters into her own hands, so to speak. Determined to see how much of 'an average sized thirteen inch dick' she could stuff into the tiny hole between her legs, she first took on the pool man while he was busy trying to scoop up leaves before they clogged up the drain. Before the poor man could yell "Hey, kid. Get away from my dick." she had his pants down and was gobbling his knob.

Knob was the word for what Debbie was gobbling. Where the hell was the thirteen inch shaft she had been expecting? This dick was even smaller than her mother's vibrator. Maybe a little fatter, but less than six inches. Still waving the leaf net over his head, the poor, pathetic pool man blew his wad into Little Debbie's now non virginal snatch.