The tendency to see medical doctors as no less than gods come to earth is not uncommon. Fortunately, the belief in the immortal infallibility of physicians is being examined more critically. The much-publicized malpractice insurance dilemma has made more of us face the fact that a surgeon's hand may slip or the anesthesiologist can be asleep at the switch.
Unfortunately, the psychiatric segment of the profession has not had such reportage. The popular notion of a psychiatrist is a doctor who talks to people, helping them come to grips with their emotional problems. They are valued for wisdom, empathy, and a helpful knowledge of the meaning of being human. Oh, yes: The psychiatrist is often called in as an arbiter in criminal cases. In the hands of one man rests the right of another to a fair trial by a jury of his peers. Should the doctor say that the defendant (perhaps a purse snatcher) is not fit to stand trial, he is sometimes passing a life sentence on the defendant. If this hypothetical accused is incompetent to stand trial, he will not be released before trial. Whether a jury would have found him guilty is irrelevant; he is punished nonetheless.
In this book, a young girl is coerced into the hands of one of these mystic healers. She does not seek the doctor freely, but is delivered unto him by the decision of school administrators. They seek to control the girl's "excessive" sexual curiosity. Without investigating the qualifications of the doctor, the school feels they have solved the disciplinary problem.
Two questions arise: Have they solved the problem? Whose problem was it?
THE PUBLISHER
Chapter One
Cindy Russell put the ladder down. She looked down the slot between the boys' fieldhouse and the gymnasium. She craned her neck, making sure no one was around.
Thirteen-year-old Cindy started to pick the long, heavy wooden ladder up again. The pretty brunette paused, then hoisted her skirt. Her thighs were round and tan. If she were older, her legs would be a whisker too heavy, but the firmness of her teenage flesh kept them perfect. Cindy whisked her sky-blue panties off and pushed the wadded cloth into her bra.
Cindy's grey eyes glittered with anticipation. She'd been planning for weeks. Every day since the semester had started, Cindy had rushed to the audio-visual room where she and two other girls spent an unsupervised hour. At last, there were no requests for equipment. Cindy pinned her little badge on and headed for the gym.
Cupcake titties jiggling, Cindy hurried along the little alley. She set the ladder in place against the wall. The hollow, tinny slamming of lockers and the medley of the boys' voices made her pulse quicken. She climbed up the ladder and looked through the gap in the transom.
Cindy felt heat hit her cunny like an electric shock. Her wildest thoughts had fallen far short of the chaotic scene in the locker room. Nearly two hundred ninth-grade boys were stripping out of their street clothes, roughhousing, and dressing for gym classes. The little girl had come to look, merely to satisfy her curiosity. Her hand stole to her pussy.
They're all so different! Some of them hardly have any hair down there, and their thingies aren't any bigger than my finger! Look at him, though! It's almost scary! Ooh, it's just like a big cigar!
Cindy braced one hand on the window. Her feet were up on the eighth rung of the ladder. Her flared skirt showed the untanned pinkness of her rotund buttocks. Wispy brown hair covered the base of her pussy. She pulled back from the window and looked up and down the alleyway.
What's happening in my pussy? It sure feels funny. I don't think I have to pee, but I have to put my hand on it.
Cindy pulled the front of her skirt up. Her nipples poked through the thin cups of her bra, raising little dots on her blouse. She teetered when she tried to look at her brown-furred vulva, and the ladder scraped on the wall.
Cindy grabbed for the window again. She steadied herself, but her hand stayed on her sweetly-pouting labia. The nubile child peered at the boys again.
A strange warmth suffused her loins. Cindy pressed the springy brown hair against her pussylips. It felt strange, but very good. Her pinky slipped into the crease between the plump roundness of her thigh and her warm pussy. There was no hair there, just the fine, glowing blonde strands that showed where it would begin to grow as Cindy matured.
Cindy began to pick out individual voices in the babble. Most of the boys were dressed in their gym suits now, but a few still stood in the aisles. She wondered why they wore the funny-looking cutaway underwear that cupped their pricks so snugly.
That really looks neat! Everything all held in that pouch, and their bottoms bare like that! I wish they played outside that way. My pussy gets so hot when I can almost see it!
Cindy put one finger between the lips of her pussy. The slick moistness surprised her. She hadn't looked at her pussy or touched it before-her mother had told her it was wrong. Cindy found the novel feeling quite pleasant. There was a new warmth growing in the delicate folds. Cindy had never experienced anything quite like it.
The boys were filing out of the fieldhouse. Cindy had a brief feeling of regret, but strange sensations in her cunny distracted her from the loss of her first view of nude males.
I wonder why Mom doesn't want me to do this, if I could have known about it before ...
Cindy stood on the ladder, her skirt up around her waist. Her buttocks winked pale in the shade. The little brunette leaned her forehead against the wall and looked at her cunny.
It's getting all pink! The edges look as hot as it feels! Something really funny is happening in there. God, I like this! How come Mom doesn't want me to touch myself? What could be wrong with anything that feels this good?
Cindy watched her pussy as the lewd reactions showed themselves. A hot-pink wedge of inner flesh, puffy and more wrinkled than her outer labia, began to protrude from the brown-haired crease. A sensitive point of sharper heat hid under the little fold. Cindy felt her face flushing.
Cindy forgot that she stood near the top of an eight-foot ladder. She rubbed her hands up and down the satiny skin of her pussylips. Each silky touch put shivery excitement in her loins. The pretty girl hummed to herself.
Cindy felt a delicious tingle of fear course through her. Though she didn't know the word, the rich decadence of her cuntal sensations fascinated her. Cindy thought of the sweet, rotting flavor of an overripe plum.
The little brunette's feelings centered in the warm, damp softness of her cunny. Her breathing grew faster. Cindy's throat tightened with the lascivious rise of sensuous heat.
The sensations in her loins grew more distinct. A hot spike of lewdness hid at the top of her pussy. The warm, intimate space between her thighs melted into jelly, softening with every heartbeat. Her legs grew light. The muscles of her shapely calves were watery.
This is so nice! I don't know how people can stand it. Every single part of me is connected to the feeling. Even my toes arc moving! Oh, Mommy! Why didn't you tell me about this! I should have known years ago!
Cindy pressed her pussylips together. She looked at the flesh of her young loins. The guarding puffiness of her labia glistened with the overflow of sensuous dampness. The little triangle of hotter, hairless pink moved from side to side as she squeezed the outer lips. Her sensations built up.
Cindy slipped one finger down into the crevice. The digit slid back and forth, stroking more heat into her pussy. The whole floor of her pelvis tensed and relaxed with the slippery lewdness of the touch. Cindy bent her knees outward, balancing carefully atop the ladder.
She stole one fingertip into her vagina. The little brunette gasped at the sudden increase in feeling. The thick, greasy fluid crept over her fingertip like a living thing.
Cindy explored the feverish heat inside her hole. The nerves clung to her finger, writhing in her virgin flesh like tendrils of smoke. An exotic pleasure crept through her belly.
It's just super-sensitive! I feel like all of my skin is on fire. My pussy really holds my finger. I shouldn't be rocking my bottom like this, but I don't want to stop!
The round muscles in Cindy's buttocks flexed and loosened. Her hips swayed, rolling like ocean waves. Spots of high color rose in her cheeks. Cindy stopped looking at her pussy. She raised her head and stared, unseeing, at the wall in front of her.
The little girl's jaw went slack. She hummed deep in her throat, the sound rising and falling with her growing passion. Cindy crooned like a torchy singer in a dark, quiet club.
I'm making noises, too! I don't understand what's going on, but I won't stop, I won't! My pussy seems like it's five times bigger than it used to be, and even my nipples hurt! It's just too nice!
Cindy's clitoris extended, stiff as a little twig. She felt the arousal in it as her fingertip glided in and out of her vagina. Cindy's inner labia pulled against the hot knob with the poking, then slid back as her finger withdrew. The little girl pressed her palm down against it.
The pressure inside the hot spike grew. It was at the verge of pain, a feeling so sharply needful that she gasped. Cindy rubbed her palm over the slippery triangle that hid her clitoris.
Her pulse grew. Each pressing rub against the little trigger made her feelings more intense. Cindy's nostrils flared, straining for more air. She felt the little furnace of her lust glowing hotter and hotter, searing her belly. Her pelvis seemed too small to contain the sensuous load.
Cindy pulled her finger out of her vagina. The heat of the nubbin inside the upper folds overwhelmed the clinging little mouth that sucked at her finger.
The little girl spread her labia, pulling her cuntal folds open with shaking fingers. She shivered at the sudden coolness of the air. Goose pimples sprang up all over her. Her first touch on the tip of her clitty made her muscles jerk.
Cindy put the cunt-wet tip of her index finger on her clitty. Her knees almost buckled. The smooth, rounded end stored sensations infinitely lustier than any other part of her body.
Cindy couldn't distinguish the shape or size of the eager little button at first. Her finger couldn't get any message past the lightning jolt of heat that blasted through her, loins. A sheet of feeling covered her pussy, spreading through her entire body like a laser flash.
Cindy touched the wet fingertip to her clit again. She felt the end of it, slick and round, and another wave rippled through her. She was ready for it.
The pretty brunette didn't look down at her pussy now. She stood, her knees wide apart, letting the feelings in her cunt guide her hands. Cindy slid two fingers upward, spreading her inner labia, sliding past the rigid inch of her clit. She brushed the sides of the lewd button, and a delicious tremor made the ladder wobble.
Cindy hummed with delight. Her ass gleamed in the shadows. Her fingers worked busily in her crotch. She moved her hips in little figure-eights and reveled in the exotic newness of her feelings.
Some strange feelings began to surface in Cindy's belly. She wondered vaguely about them. Cindy felt a change in direction beginning in her crotch.
The heat tightened her cunny more and more. The whole floor of her pelvis was involved, even the mouth of her pussy. Cindy didn't understand it, because she'd quit touching her vagina. All the feelings were slicing from the base of her clitty to every part of her body.
Her hips quit their lazy rocking. The motion became insistent. Cindy bent her back, shoving her cunt forward. The wetness of her vagina thinned, growing watery. Her rich, greasy lube coated Cindy's pussylips and even slicked over her round thighs.
Cindy breathed in short, sharp gasps. The easy luxury of her earlier arousal became a hot, desperate need. She squeezed her clit between her fingers.
The little pink bullet pounded. Cindy rolled it around in circles, pinching and rubbing. The changed feeling gathered inside her belly like a tight-coiled spring. Cindy wound her pussy up, kneading the puffy labia harder and harder.
Cindy's mauled clitoris hurt. She wanted the tight knot in her pelvis to loosen. Her vaginal area was soaked with the clear, heavy flow of her flaming arousal. The little girl whimpered. She rolled her clit-button around, plucking at it with thumb and forefinger.
Cindy's naked ass bounced. Her luscious cheeks jiggled like rich mounds of pudding. She shoved one finger into her cunthole and rammed it in and out.
The spring in her gut wound tighter. Cindy felt her bones creaking under the tension of her flexing muscles. Begging prayers surfaced in her mind. Something was happening, leading into a crazy, wild thrill that the little girl needed. She mewed with frightened eagerness.
Her pussy tightened around her finger. She felt a throb, as heavy as a bass drum's beat. The tension grew.
Wham! The spring slipped a notch. Cindy's cunt snapped at her finger. Her pussy sucked at her digit, then spat it halfway out again.
Again, the tension released. Each spasm dragged at her finger, pulling it in. Her hips rocked forward. As regular as a clock, the explosion pulsed in her belly. Dim sounds reached Cindy's ears, but the rhythmic, spasming release in her cunt was all that mattered. Over and over the orgasmic waves flooded her mind, moving her body thoughtlessly. Cindy's only conscious act was gripping the ladder as it scraped and bumped against the wall. Her skirt fell, but flashes of her naked cunt and flexing ass showed as the cloth waved with her orgasmic jerks.
A voice cut through her ecstasy. "Cindy Russell! What are you doing up there?"
Cindy's heart fell. Her hips still jerked, but the rocking stopped when she looked down. It was Mrs. Montague, her gym teacher!
Chapter Two
"I said, what are you doing up there, Cindy? Come on, speak up!" Mrs. Montague could easily see that the little girl had no panties, and that her labia had the bright-pink tinge of extreme excitement.
"I-I ... " Cindy trailed off. "The boys' locker room is different. They don't have any little stalls or anything, like ours."
"Why do you care? It's certainly none of your business." Mrs. Montague was a stern thin woman in walking shorts and a sweatshirt. Her grey-blonde hair was pulled back severely. Her suntanned face could have been very pretty ten years before, but the weather and the discipline of coaching the junior-high girls had put deep, dry lines around her mouth and eyes. "Come down from there. We are going to the principal's office."
Cindy tried to hold her skirt demurely close to her thighs as she descended. She wondered how long Mrs. Montague had been there. Her ears turned red. Did she see me playing with my pussy? It would be horrible if she told anybody about it! I must have looked shameless, standing up there without my panties, poking at myself like ... like ...
"Put your panties back on-if you have any," Mrs. Montague sniffed. "I've never seen anything like that at Albert Schweitzer Junior High. In all the years I've been teaching here, no girl has ever been seen staring into the boys' locker room. It's just disgraceful!"
Cindy shook like a leaf. She looked up at the thin blonde and pulled her panties out of her bra. She held the crumpled mass in her hand until Mrs. Montague turned her back.
Cindy fumbled with the sky-blue nylon. She could barely pull the flimsy garment up. She stepped into the panties and the lush moons of her buttocks peeked from under her short skirt. Pearly droplets of Cindy's sweet cuntal dew sparkled. The sparse brown growth of her pussyhairs whispered against her thighs when she stooped.
Cindy smoothed the nylon over the sleek swell of her mons and adjusted her skirt. She tugged her bra-strap back into place. Her fright and shame still showed in the erected nipples poking through her blouse. Cindy cleared her throat. "I guess I'm ready, Mrs. Montague."
The gym teacher looked down her nose at Cindy. Her eyes ran contemptuously over the girl's budding figure. "I'll take the ladder. There's no reason to expose the other children to this sordid mistake." She picked up the ladder and slung it under her arm. With a jerk of her head, she told Cindy to walk ahead of her.
Cindy wondered what would happen to her in the principal's office. She shivered all the way from the boys' gym. Her grey eyes were round with fear.
Mrs. Montague didn't soothe Cindy's trepidation at all. Even the custodian who took the ladder from her stared quizzically at Cindy. One look at the teacher's pinched face told him that the little brunette was in trouble.
At the office, Mrs. Montague sat the masturbatory maiden down on the wooden bench that ran the length of the wall. Cindy waited on the hard seat as minute after minute dragged painfully by. Muted voices gave her no idea of the discussion in the principal's cubicle. She had already memorized every well-trodden splotch on the floor when a thought surfaced in her mind.
Are they going to tell Mom"?
Cindy's mother, Mona Russell, had her own worries at the moment. "Ron, please don't," she asked, putting her hand on his. "You've had enough to drink, honey."
Mona and her current lover were lying naked on the living-room floor of her apartment. Ron Webster had arrived, hung over, half an hour before. Mona comforted him until the burgeoning evidence of his erection had caused their attentions to turn in another direction. They had languorously stripped one another, Ron keeping his drink at hand all the while. Now Mona was half-aroused, trying to wheedle a full erection from her boyfriend.
Mona shouldn't have had to plead with him. At twenty-eight, she looked scarcely older than Cindy. She had the same smooth, round features as her daughter, but the external resemblance stopped there. Where Cindy was rounded softly, as cuddly as a teddy bear, Mona was a hummingbird of delicious proportions. Her hair was so black that it seemed to be a bluish cape over her shoulders. Her ivory skin was like parchment, smooth and cool to the touch.
Their grey eyes and uptilted noses were the same, but Cindy's nipples were brownish-pink. Mona's stiff tittie-tips glowed lipstick-red when they erected, twin delicacies begging to be kissed. Her breasts were larger than Cindy's, full and sweet like ripe melons. She was only two inches taller at five-feet, but her long, tapering legs made her slimness look willowy. The broad vase of her hips held the flawless triangle of blue-black cuntal hair like a proud trophy. The pink line of her vulva hid demurely in her lush growth. The moist stripe pointed up across the smooth expanse of her lower belly to the deep, shadowed cup of her navel. The two dark areas were the only break in the sleek smoothness from Mona's waist to her toes. Her full red lips and coral nipples made the only other color on her ivory skin hotly shocking.
But Mona was begging. She slid her fingers up and down Ron's prick, hoping to make him lewd enough to take her. She lay on her side, facing him. His cock slowly lengthened under her lascivious caresses. "Yes, there we go," Mona breathed softly. "Come on up, honey."
Ron smiled wearily, sipping at his beer. A wholesale rep in his late thirties, Ron's face was beginning to slacken with age and dissipation. Both his wife and his boss thought he was calling on his accounts. This last two weeks had seemed like paradise. Mona loved fucking, and she owned a tavern far enough from his home and office that he felt secure in spending most of his time with her. Ron's light-brown hair was getting shaggy and his skin had begun to turn pasty. Mona knew nothing about his job or his wife, and that pleased Ron perfectly.
"I feel a helluva lot better now," he announced, putting the empty bottle aside. Ron put his arms around Mona and drew her closer.
Mona's lips sought his mouth. Her hand clasped around his cockshaft, stroking slowly. Little whiffs of lusty woman-scent rose from her armpits and loins. She put her knee between Ron's legs and rolled onto him, still probing his mouth with her tongue. She pressed her blue-black cunthair against his thigh and rubbed up and down.
Mona's ass was as lovely as the rest of her. A delicate network of blue veins showed through her translucent skin. Her buttocks were athletically taut, as firm as her lush titties. Perfectly smooth and beautifully rounded, Mona's delectable cheeks were separated by a shallow valley, about as wide as a man's thumb. When Mona lay on her belly, the ivory globes rose just high enough to smother in while kissing the pert, wrinkly rosebud of her rectum.
Ron lifted his hand to caress her shapely thigh, smoothing his fingers past the bottom crease and over one luscious cheek. The fresh, clean taste of Mona's saliva brightened his own beery mouth. His cock reached its fullest length under her caresses. When her feathery touch filled his balls with lascivious heat, his fingers dug into the lonely mass of her buttock.
Mona could feel the hot spreading of her blush. She knew an even pink was welling up from inside her. It started on her cheeks, then traveled to her throat. As the lovely woman's pulse rate increased, it would cover her opulent bosom and the soft double curve of her trim belly. She loved the feeling of warmth that suffused her. Mona had never come without the blazing sign on her skin, and the hornier she was, the faster and deeper it spread.
"Suck me a little first, honey," Ron said. "I love the way you eat my prick."
Mona whispered, "Yes, Ron," and straddled him. She turned around and bent her face down toward his cock. She knew that Ron was already too drunk to eat her pussy properly this morning, but it excited her to have him look at it. The first time she'd gone to bed with Ron, he'd kept exclaiming how beautiful her pussy was. She opened her knees a bit more and bore down, willing the blood-swelled labia to open over his face.
Ron looked up into the glistening warmth of Mona's womanly flesh. She was beautiful. The inner lips were wet, shading from the deep pink of the edges to the inviting meaty red of her vagina. He watched the inner folds of the walls as Mona bore down, then tightened her superb sphincter. The orchid-like convolutions moved slowly, in time with her rippling belly.
The curly hair was moist, with droplets of fluid clinging like dew on a spider web. The glossy obsidian of the musky cuntal plumage made the skin that peeked through look whiter than chalk. Mona's aroma gradually changed as she got hotter, and Ron turned his head to kiss the smooth pillar of her thigh.
Every cell in Mona's body became an antenna of lust as she made her pussy beg over her lover's face. His barely touching kiss brushed her skin lighter than smoke, but her nerves thrilled to the sensation. She inhaled sharply, hissing through her teeth, and touched her lips to the end of Ron's glans.
Mona loved every kind of sex she'd ever encountered, but fellatio was one of her favorites. Her late husband had sometimes slept curled in a sixty-nine with her, and she would suck him in her sleep. The heavy, meaty taste of a man's cock fascinated her, giving Mona almost as much pleasure as a long, lascivious screw.
Ron nipped the firm flesh of Mona's thigh when her lips touched his cock. "God damn! Yeah, baby, suck it," he groaned. He watched the outer lips of her pussy blush pinker as she nibbled up and down the skin of his shaft.
Mona felt heat rising all through her body. She was beginning to lick up around the corona. Her tongue was narrow and pink as she extended it, tracing every contour of his prick with the delicate tip. Mona moved her tongue in and out, keeping the tip wet with saliva. Every slippery nuance mattered to her, every pore and twisting vein. After the whole shaft was bathed with spit, Mona buried her face in his dark cockbush and nuzzled through the heavy-scented folds.
Ron felt like a sultan in his harem. He gazed contentedly into Mona's crotch while she dandled his prick into greater stiffness. The black-haired woman had the most enticing cuntal view he'd ever seen, as ideal as a painter's dreams. The sweetly spiced aroma of her pussy seemed to fill her whole apartment, and a single breath of it made Ron lazily horny.
"I love your balls," Mona murmured, just before opening her jaws to their widest. She was upside-down in his crotch and her nose pressed the bulging cord in front of his rectum. Her tongue wrestled with the sweat-greased skin of his scrotum, lifting it until she sucked both of his balls into her mouth.
Mona gargled around them, rolling the meaty eggs with her tongue. Her lips closed around the top of the hairy sac, and Ron's heavy orbs had just room enough to tumble around in her mouth.
Oh, this little bag stretches so far! I love the way the skin gets almost smooth, and then bunches up when I move back up. I'm glad Ron's balls aren't too big. They feel so much more alive when I can roll them around in my mouth.
Mona hummed with pleasure as she isolated Ron's testes from his prick. Her nipples stood up, as big and hard as ripe cherries. Mona dragged those twin sweet tips across Ron's lower belly.
Mona's luscious nipples juddered across his skin. They stuck, flexing, to a spot, then bounced forward a fraction of an inch. Every little bump sent an icy-hot pulse down her spine and into her pussy. The firm flesh of her delectable titties jiggled with the miniature jolts, and Mona felt them growing as every nerve awakened to the erotic joys of her lewd action.
Mona slowly sucked Ron's balls deep into her mouth again, then let them roll out. She plucked at the spit-soaked hair as the wrinkly scrotal skin escaped her lips, then nibbled along his prickshaft with insect-like bites.
Ron let out the breath he'd been holding. The long, wallowing treat Mona had just lavished on his balls had made his prick harder than granite. "Suck it, baby," Ron whispered. "I want you to suck my cock until I cum."
"I'm too hot to blow you," Mona replied. She swung around and looked into his face. "I've got to have your cock in my pussy." Her eyes were dilated in spite of the sunlight streaming through the open window. Mona's wet, red lips looked even fuller now. "Please, let's fuck now, Ron."
Ron gave her a beery smile. He loved the powerful feeling Mona's plea gave him. One side of his upper lip rose in a tyrannical sneer and his nostrils flared. "I ain't movin', baby. You're gonna have to come and get it. If you want any cock, you'll have to sit on it."
"I want it," Mona panted. She straddled his hips and jacked slowly on his prickstem. Mona held the weapon upright and settled her black-furred pussy slowly down onto it.
Ron put his hands behind his head. He looked at Mona's moon-white body and said, "Put a pillow under me."
Mona whimpered. Every second that she wasn't impaled on his prick was sheer torture. She stood quickly, then leaned across his supine body to grab a cushion from the couch. Ron lifted his hips off the carpet and let her slide it under his ass.
Moaning, the slender woman knelt again, one knee on either side of Ron's waist. His cock jutted into the air like a flagpole when she circled the stem with one long-fingered hand. Mona spread her labia with two fingers and eased her vagina onto the blunt end of Ron's prick.
Mona was the picture of lust. Her aureoles rose and fell, crinkling around the cherry-like buds of her breast-tips. Her hand shook with anticipation on Ron's cockshaft. Her pussy kissed the flaring glans and she hissed as she screwed herself down onto the towering pole.
Ron held himself perfectly still. Mona's hand pulled his prickskin back and forth, but he concentrated on remaining totally immobile. He'd never known such a lusty woman, and he wanted to make the most of the magical powers his cock held for her.
The blush on Mona's breasts had spread to her belly. Her vagina opened around his knob and she pried her labia apart to get more cock into her pussy. Her hips rotated in tiny circles, wedging his prick from side to side. She tried to spread the hot, thick juices of her eager channel over the tool.
Mona gasped when the broad edges of the prickhead slipped past her cuntal sphincter. The hardest part was over, all she had to do now was capture the rest of Ron's cock.
The heat of the glans surprised Mona. She always welcomed it, but she was never quite ready for the exquisite warmth that stretched her pussy open. She loved pulling back against the barb-like head of a man's cock, feeling the ridge pressing her love-muscle from the inside. She rode up and down on the end of Ron's prick, reveling in the internal pull. Her talented sphincter ringed the narrow neck of Ron's penis like a collar, squeezing down from the oval width of the shaft-top to the smaller thickness under the head.
"Nobody rides me like you," Ron said. "You're the best topfucker in the world." His hips moved a little, rocking up and down while she milked his dick.
Mona's passion grew. She wanted to feel the gut-wrenching fullness of total impalement. Her pussymouth was the most sensuous part of her moist channel, but Mona loved to grind it against the hairs at the base of her lover's cock.
She tried to slither further down onto his prick, but the skin was too dry. She moved her beautiful ass in rapid circles, like a miner panning for gold. Mona corkscrewed down, taking a fraction of an inch at a time, then lifted up again. The pole was getting greasier, sliding in easier with every twisting, caressing stroke of her cunny.
Ron took his hands from behind his head and caressed the firm globes of Mona's tits. There was much more than two handfuls of springy bosom there, and he spread his fingers wide to capture the exquisite flesh. His thumbs ran from the deep valley of her cleavage to the coral tips of her nipples. Ron's fingers dug into the marvelous firmness of the outer sides of her breasts.
The intense thrill of the sensual manipulations made Mona lose her sifting, circling rhythm. She pressed her hips down harder, swallowing half of his cock in one swift move. She yammered with the ecstatic shock of new fullness.
Mona put her hands on Ron's chest and bore down. She felt her inner labia turning, folding into her pussyhole with the force of her downward strokes. She rose only far enough to let the frilly petals slip out again, then jammed down again. The stretching pull made her labia slide hotly across the sides of her clitty, and Mona felt her peak approaching. She ground her hips in a torrid circle and engulfed the rest of Ron's prick.
Ron gasped as Mona's pubic arch settled against him. The hot, clinging wetness of her cuntwalls churned around his cock. He felt the heat of her spread labia against the base of his belly, and ground himself against the passionate woman's clitoral zone.
Mona rocked forward and back, pressing her clitty against Ron's pelvis. Her fingers clawed into his chest, spasming every time she felt the thick stiffness of his prick touch her womb. She began to cum, letting the overloaded nerves of her cunt move her body with huge waves of pleasure.
Mona leaned back, her long hair all but touching Ron's shins. The black curtain rippled while she shook her head. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream. Cunty ecstasy overwhelmed her, and the delirious woman let go completely.
Ron watched her writhe, feeling the regular, spaced ripples of orgasm wringing out his cock. His balls were fully charged with sperm, and his crotch tightened, preparing to send the load into her guts.
Mona's cum slackened a bit, letting her down from the frenzied peak. She wanted to keep the release going, building until it was a cataclysm of furious insanity.
Mona arched her back. The motion pressed the head of Ron's cock against her belly, and the moving knob showed under the surface of her skin. She rubbed the surging tip with her palms until she knew Ron was only seconds from filling her with his thick cream.
Ron put his hands behind Mona, cupping her ass. His fingers rambled over the smooth surfaces, and he pressed her cheeks together. Her cunt tightened around the base of his prick. Ron kneaded her asscheeks and began stroking back and forth in her cunt.
Mona straightened up, still pressing her fingers against the moving bulge of his cockhead. Her belly indented under her hands and she began to rise and fall, wrapping hot friction around Ron's prick. She came harder with the long, pulling strokes.
Mona's creamy tits swayed with her movements. The opulent mounds quivered each time she bumped against Ron's pelvis. She responded to the lifting, pressing touches of his fingers on her ass, and moved faster.
Ron kept caressing the tensing firmness of Mona's buttocks. He urged her on, quickening the pace until her cunt moved as fast as a jackhammer. He thrust brutally up into Mona's guts and she sobbed with pleasure.
Mona panted and jiggled on the thick, impaling rod. She squeezed tight around the stem of Ron's prick, bouncing only a few inches with each jerky stroke. Her tits rippled as she accelerated, jiggling until her nipples were a coral blur.
"Ohgod, oooh, Ron, come baby, come on and cum," she panted. She forced herself to take longer strokes, but she quivered, moving in stutters on the shaft. Mona raised her ass until only the cockhead lay in her cunt, and she milked it with her constricting flesh.
Ron gritted his teeth, holding the seed in. Her pussy was dragging it out, sucking at his prick like a hungry mouth. He swiveled his hips in tight circles, reaming the swampy womanflesh until the nerves in his cockhead burned. His hands clenched bruisingly on Mona's ass, and he let the semen blast into her cunt.
Mona screamed and drove herself down onto the pistoning cock. Her limbs flexed and she ground at Ron's pubic arch. The orgasm was agonizing, shredding her mind. The earth-shattering feeling consumed her completely, and her body tried to imprison Ron's spurting cock forever.
The powerful blasts surged through Ron's prick. He drove joyously upward, hoping to split Mona's belly with the force of his cockspew. His cock pounded against her womb, the nerves so overloaded that Ron didn't care if her cunt ripped the organ from his loins. His crotch was soaked with their juices as his raging flow dwindled to irregular trickles.
Mona kept grinding at his cock long after the viscous jets had stopped flowing. She was shining, filmed all over with sweat, when she finally collapsed on him. Her breasts mashed into his chest, and little tremors coursed through her body.
Ron lay on his back, too drained to move her long black hair out of his face. He gently caressed her sweaty ass and listened to their heartbeats slowing from the triphammer rate of their immense shared cum.
Mona lifted her head to look into Ron's flushed, sweat-sheeted face. Her eyes had the soft glow of satiety. Her full red lips began to form tender words when the phone rang.
"Damn!" Mona slowly pulled her pussy up from Ron's softening prick. The phone bell jangled again, "Okay, I'm coming," she muttered.
The lovely woman walked two steps, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She turned to look at Ron as she picked up the receiver. She smiled and indicated the semen that flowed richly down her long, naked thigh. "Hello?"
Ron sat up. Mona's expression was suddenly concerned. "What is it? What's happened to my daughter?" She pursed her lips, frowning down at the carpet. "All right. I'll be there in half an hour." Ron reached for his shirt.
Mona set the receiver down. "I've got to go, honey. You don't mind letting yourself out, do you?"
Ron answered resignedly. "No, not really, babe. The kid's in trouble?"
"I don't know. They wouldn't tell me much on the phone. I better shower and get right down there." Mona looked at him as he fumbled with his buttons. "See you tonight?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Ron considered what he would tell his wife. "I should be in around ten, okay?"
Mona hadn't waited for the answer. Her hair streamed behind her as she hurried toward the bathroom. Ron sighed and finished dressing.
Chapter Three
Cindy sat on the hard wooden bench watching the hands of the clock. She had already been there an hour. The only relief in the wait had been when Mrs. Montague had gone in and out, presumably to have another teacher take the roll in her next class.
When her mother showed up, Cindy's heart fell into her shoes. The thing she'd dreaded had happened. Her mother was sure to know about it. Cindy turned her head away and tried to shrink into the corner.
Mona looked at her daughter. Maternal concern welled up in her as she took a step toward the girl. The institutional-green door opened, stopping Mona in her tracks.
The middle-aged woman who came into the waiting area looked as if she'd just left a quilting bee, in her tent-like floral dress. "Mrs. Russell? I'm Miss Stoat, the girls' vice-principal. Would you and Cindy please come into my office?" She held the door open and waited. Her formal smile looked chilly on her suety face.
"Yes, thank you." Mona waited for her foot-dragging daughter to precede her. She gave Cindy's hand a brief squeeze, but her daughter didn't respond.
Cindy and her mother took the chairs Miss Stoat indicated. The basilisk's sanctum was cramped, filled with filing cabinets and the cheap trophies a petty tyrant gathers over decades. Mrs. Montague sat, rigid as a poker, against the wall near Stoat's chair.
Mona was dressed attractively, in a dress that concealed her sensual shapeliness without making her look dowdy. She held her purse nervously on her tight-pressed knees and asked, "What is it, Miss Stoat?"
Cindy squirmed in the straight-backed chair. The vice-principal gave her a poor imitation of a kindly-glance, then said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mrs. Russell, but one of my staff found Cindy masturbating while looking into the boys' locker room."
Cindy wanted to fall through the floor. She was on the verge of tears, and everywhere she looked in the tiny office, accusing eyes confronted her.
"I don't believe it. Cindy wouldn't do such a thing, Miss Stoat. If this lady," she nodded toward Mrs. Montague, "is accusing my daughter, she must be mistaken." Mona Russell felt defensive, then angry, feeling that the iron-haired principal was attacking her personally. "Maybe I should talk to the school board. You people should never allow the children access to the other sex's nakedness!"
"Excuse me," Mrs. Montague spoke up. "We try our best, Mrs. Russell, but Cindy went to the trouble to steal a ladder so she could look through the transom on the blind side of the building. I assure you, I made no mistake. The girl was so intent on defiling herself that she didn't hear me coming. I caught her with her panties off, standing far above eye level. I shudder to think what might have happened if one of the boys had seen her there."
"Is this true?" Mona said, looking at Cindy. The curvy little brunette nodded, still refusing to look at her mother. Her long brown hair fell in a curtain, hiding her profile. Mona sat in shocked silence for a moment, struggling for self-control.
Miss Stoat flipped through an open folder on her desk. "We have several options in the educational code, Mrs. Russell. Mrs. Montague feels that we should expel Cindy, as we have the right to do." She waited for a reaction, looking back at the papers as Mona's eyes misted with tears. "Expulsion requires a full report to the disciplinary committee of the board, in writing. Of course, the records are confidential."
"No! You mustn't expel her, Miss Stoat. I can't afford a private school."
Miss Stoat glanced up, then shuffled through more papers. "According to the consent forms, you can be reached at the Lucky Lady Lounge. You own it, don't you?" Mona nodded.
"Scarcely the best sort of environment for a young girl," Mrs. Montague sniffed. "She'd always seemed such a promising student."
"I-I invested all of my husband's estate in it," Mona stammered. "I'm still paying it off, and we don't have very much money." She felt degraded by the questioning, and Mona began to be angry with her daughter for causing it. She was mad at herself for answering, and she translated her shame into bitterness for Cindy.
"There is another option, Mrs. Russell." Miss Stoat slid a drawer open and brought out a list. "We could let Cindy continue on here at Schweitzer without any more than a reprimand, but neither Mrs. Montague nor myself feel that is advisable."
"What are you going to do to me?" Cindy asked, speaking for the first time since Mrs. Montague had caught her.
Miss Stoat smiled thinly at the girl's quivery response. "We're going to see that you get help, Cindy."
Cindy sat as far from her mother as she could on the way home. Mona didn't speak to the child for several minutes, cursing the traffic under her breath and grabbing aggressively for advantages at stoplights.
"What happened? Why did you embarrass me like that, Cindy?" Mona fumed. "My help at the bar is robbing me blind, but I still try to spend all the time I can with you. Why did you do this to me?" Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "You know they could take you away from me if you get caught doing anything like that again!"
"I'm sorry, Mom. I was just, you know, curious, that's all." Cindy pouted, sneaking occasional looks at her mother. "I wanted to find out what the boys look like, you know?"
"Great. Your curiosity made a spectacle of both of us! If you were just curious, why did you have your panties off? I don't want you to be pregnant when you're fifteen, like I was." Mona gritted her teeth and spat the words at her daughter. She parked the car and yanked savagely at the brake.
"I took 'em off because, well, I felt really funny. I don't really know how to describe it, Mom, but just thinking about seeing them made my pussy real warm." Cindy paused. "Why did you tell me not to touch myself down there?"
Mona looked at her daughter. The wheels spun behind her cool grey gaze, trying to come up with an answer. She opened the door and marched toward the apartment building, still wondering. It never hurt me, after all. Maybe if I'd ignored my mother and masturbated when I was little I wouldn't have had to get married so soon. I didn't even start until Cindy 's father died.
Sometimes it even feels better than screwing, like when Ron's too drunk and I'm horny. But why did she do it? I wasn't like that when I was her age!
Cindy tagged along after her mother, waiting for an answer until they had reached the apartment. "Why, Mom? I mean, what's wrong with it?"
"It's just not right. I never thought I'd have to explain anything like that to you," Mona said. "It-it destroys your willpower. It's unhealthy. And right out there in public!"
"But why? How is it unhealthy? I don't feel sick, and I didn't hurt myself." Cindy pouted. "It made me feel really good."
"I can tell this is useless. You just won't listen to me, Cindy." Mona picked up the telephone. "Maybe one of these psychiatrists can make you understand." She looked at the list of names and phone numbers, picking one of the five almost at random.
Cindy wandered to her room and changed out of her school clothes. The little girl put on a long, flowing robe. She wanted to shower the sticky feeling of embarrassed fear from her skin.
Mona was speaking into the receiver when Cindy came out again. "You do have a cancellation? I'll be there at four." She put the handset down.
"What was that, Mom? Where are you going?" Cindy asked. "It's after three already."
"I'm going to see one of the psychiatrists Miss Stoat recommended. You stay right here in the house. I won't have time to come back before I go to the bar tonight, so I'm going to have to trust you." Mona looked at her cuddly daughter and her anger subsided. "Be good tonight, Cindy."
Cindy went to her young mother's open arms and hugged her. "I will, Mom. Tell me what the doctor says, okay?"
"Sure, baby. Don't make any calls to your friends, Cindy. I have to find out what Dr. Piersall thinks I should do with you." Mona kissed her daughter's forehead and left.
Cindy sat on the couch after the door closed. The day had gone awry very early, and this was the first chance she'd had to collect her thoughts.
Why do I have to see a shrink? They'll kick me out of school if I don't, but I'm not crazy. At least, I don't think I am. What good will a psychiatrist do? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if Mom spanked me, but what kind of help does Miss Stoat think I'll get?
Jenny Blankenchip has to go see one all the time, but she's weird. She never says anything that makes sense. She even confuses the teachers, and then she makes fun of them. I don't do any of that stuff. Gawd, just because I played with my pussy-and I only did it one time!
Maybe I ought to make it worthwhile. It's gonna cost Mom money for me to go there anyway. He's supposed to cure whatever's wrong with me, so I might as well make it good and wrong.
Cindy threw her robe open. She had taken her bra and panties when she changed, so the curvy thirteen-year-old was quite naked under the long flannel garment. She liked to study in the sunshine, lying on the building's roof in a scanty bikini. Cindy's tan was deep and rich. Her shoulders and belly were almost the same shade as her light-brown hair.
I never even looked at my body before. Mom never let me, and I always listened to her. I learned more in that sex class in seventh grade from those pictures than from seeing myself!
Cindy shrugged out of the robe and double-checked the lock on the door. Her white buttocks rolled enticingly when she walked. There was a wide, shallow dimple on the outside of each cheek, and the cleavage between was narrow and deep. Her full thighs brushed sweetly against each other when she walked.
The creamy baubles of her umber-nippled titties rose upward, flattening as she stretched her arms up over her head. Cindy rolled her head in a slow circle, trying to rid herself of the tension in her neck. She walked across the thick carpet of the living room and opened the hall closet. She rummaged for her mother's massager, hoping that its soothing vibrations would unkink her neck.
Cindy unwound the cord and slipped the device onto her hand. She straightened the little springs on her palm and bent to plug it in. Her buttocks spread when she knelt on the floor and the lower portion of her pussy mound peeked out behind. The little slit was already slightly pink as she ran the various plans through her mind.
What can I do that's as crazy as they say I am? If I'm going to play with my pussy, I might as well do it real good, so I'll have something to tell the doctor.
Cindy sat down on the couch and turned the massager on. She leaned forward and looked at her cunny while she ran the buzzing machine over her neck.
The hair on Cindy's vulva was darker than the light-brown strands on her head. It started just at the lower edge of the pad over her pubic bone, then tapered to a triangle, pointing down toward her rectum. Cindy spread her knees and sat cross-legged, brushing the dark floss out of the way with her free hand.
Cindy began whispering to herself. "I don't see any reason not to touch it. I'm supposed to wash myself every time, but that sure doesn't feel the same." She ran her fingertips over the outer edges of her labia, where the hair hadn't started to grow.
"It doesn't look like I hurt myself. That feeling's starting up again," Cindy breathed. "I can't even see anything that could make it feel so neat.
"It got all slippery before." Cindy stuck her finger in her mouth and ran it along the central crease. The hairs parted silkily at her touch, and a mild shiver went from the pussylips to the base of Cindy's spine.
"Mmh-humm," Cindy said. "That's what makes it feel good, when I get wet like that." She parted the floss again and watched the little crevice turn a darker pink.
"Nice and warm, it even looks nice and warm," she said. Her hand still held the buzzing massager at her nape, but Cindy moved it slower and slower.
Cindy wet her fingertip in her mouth again. She smelled an odd scent as she kissed her finger, but it wasn't urine. She rather liked it. With her finger thoroughly wet, she slid it deeper between the private folds.
"Oh, yes! That's where it is," she exclaimed. She dragged the tip of her finger from the base of her cuntal wedge to the very top of the soft slit. There was a strange, cushiony feeling in there that kissed at her finger.
Cindy parted the lips of her cunny with her thumb and forefinger. The inside of the pouting lips was even pinker than the flush that spread across her mound. Two reddish folds ran along the newly-discovered valley, and they glistened with shiny moisture. The air chilled them, and Cindy watched them pucker. The shiver ran along the flesh, clear to her rectum.
"Oooh, that's nice," Cindy purred. "Why does just looking at it feel so good?" She tried to spread the outer lips further, and she slid her bottom forward on the couch.
Cindy's grey eyes sparkled. The little inside folds were growing as she looked at them. The color richened, turning to a moist red. The wet skin widened and her inner labia stood out a little further from the center of her pussy.
A hot, tight feeling started at the top of her intimate crevice. At first it was just a tiny sensation, like an old mosquito bite, but it grew. Cindy watched the little triangle of skin at the top of her slit rise up from the glossy floor of the cuntal valley. She pressed at one side of the slippery wedge and it made her shiver.
"That's the part that felt so good before," Cindy marveled. She pinched the slippery wad of flesh between two fingers. "Oh, yes! It must be my clitoris," she whispered.
Cindy's hand kneaded automatically at her nape. She turned her free wrist around so she could see into her pussy better. The little brunette parted her labia with her fingers and rubbed gently at her vagina with the heel of her hand. Slippery, heavy-scented juices coated her palm. Her hole heated up like a little oven.
"Now let's see what it looks like," Cindy hissed. The oily feel of her labia enchanted her. She tried to draw the little hood of wet skin away from her stiff love-button, but she couldn't quite see it. She felt the minuscule pencil's length, though her finger obscured the sight.
Cindy bent forward further, until she was looking straight into the parted lips of her pussy. Like a little red cap, a fold of skin hid the tip where the hot sensuality lay. Cindy stuck a fingertip into the fold and touched her clitty. Her asscheeks tightened reflexively, rocking her pelvis from side to side.
"Aaahhhh," she crooned. A little gush of feeling ran through her limbs. She felt a luxurious warmth flow out of her vagina onto her hand.
Cindy wanted to inspect this magical little organ. It seemed to have far too much feeling for its size. She untangled the still-whirring massager from her hair and tried to expose the sensitive nubbin.
The vibrator held her fingers together, as if she wore a mitten. Cindy tried separating her pussylips with those fingertips. A spasm shook her body. She squealed and jerked the shuddering machine away.
"My Gawd! That's incredible! It's like an electric shock!" Cindy had jerked upright so quickly that her titties bounced. Her eyes were round as an owl's.
Cindy's hand slowly sank down to her plump thigh. The massager was still turned on, and her rippling flesh transmitted tiny tingles to her cunny. The excitement that had leapt so high and fast faded with exquisite slowness.
Her pulse still racing, Cindy's thoughts ran wild. "If just touching makes me crazy, this will blow my mind!" She moved her hand up the inside of her thigh and felt the heat rising again in her pussy.
"I don't know if I can stand it," she muttered. "Jesus, this feels good." Cindy cupped her free hand over her mound and squeezed the flesh. She wanted to insulate her cunny from the amazing shock.
Cindy spread her legs as far as they would go. Her left hand slowly came closer to her crotch. The girl tormented herself with the delay. She had to move her shuddering toy back toward her knee at one point. The tight-stretched tendon inside her thigh shook her whole pussy when her hand buzzed onto it.
Cindy lifted her hand from her thigh. She brought the machine slowly over her mound-cupping hand, then settled over her pussy. One finger of her right hand stole into her vagina as she kneaded the swampy flesh of her love mound.
"Oh, Mother! You should have told me-ee!" Her voice rose higher. The vibrator jostled the eager nerves of her pussy. Her finger slid further into the tight mouth of her hole. The whole floor of her pelvis quivered.
"Yeah, oh yeah," she breathed. Cindy's ears burned, but her attention was riveted on her pussy. The whole sensuous area was coming alive to her kneading and poking.
Cindy's labia jiggled like firm jelly in her hand. Her clitoris ached with stiff delight. Even when she'd been cumming atop the step-ladder, the fiery little button hadn't been this hard. Cindy uncrossed her legs and sat on the edge of the couch with her knees wide open.
"More, I need more of it," Cindy decided. She slipped her right hand out from under the buzzing massager and groaned with the sudden increase of her lust.
Her hand shook as she raised it to her creamy titties. She squeezed her nipples unconsciously until they were harder than cherry pits. The little buds sent reinforcing flashes of fire down to her pussy. Cindy's head lolled back against the couch.
"Ohhh, it's so gooood! I don't believe it. This can't happen!" Cindy closed her round thighs on her hand. She slipped two fingers into her cunt. Her hips rocked in a steady fuck-roll. The sweet pear-shaped mounds of her tits rose and fell with her feverish panting. Cindy's cunt juice drowned her fingertip.
Cindy took her hand from her tit. She needed all the strength of both arms to force the vibrator against her cunt. She squealed and wiggled, her cum building higher and higher. The little brunette's whole body stiffened and relaxed under the lusty pulses of her flesh.
The machine's shuddering wrenched her guts. Cindy's body maintained the even, sensuous beat of her sustained cum. but the spasm of clenching in each muscle lasted longer and longer. She tensed most of the time, then fell halfway back to the couch. The little girl was rigid with ecstasy. The cords stood out in her throat and arms. Even Cindy's toes curled, making her calves stand out.
Her cunt gushed fluid. Between the spasms, another fingertip slipped into her hole, then a third. Cindy writhed like a snake, her long brown hair hiding her face. The overwhelming power of her cum made her breath gust in sobs. Tears spattered from her eyes, sprinkling the sofa.
Cindy was stiff as a board with each raging peak of feeling. Her back arched like a bow. She threw her head from side to side. Her wrists kept flexing, working the blazing vibrations into her cunt. Cindy's heels left the carpet, then pounded down again until she fell off the couch.
Cindy's tight grip on her ecstasy machine yanked the cord out of the wall. She rolled onto her back, still wrenched by cum-bursts. Her hands pressed into her crotch until the overwhelming sensations finally tapered off, leaving her sweating on the floor. Her features lost the urgent, grasping look of her cum and her lips moved slowly, soundlessly.
"That was out of sight!"
Chapter Four
"I still think it's stupid. I'm not crazy," Cindy told her mother the next morning.
"Nobody said you're crazy, honey," Mona Russell soothed. "You just have to go for some counseling. Lots of people do it. Dear Abby suggests it all the time."
"Yeah, and she says people are loony all the time, too. Besides, we have counselors at school, for our schedules and stuff. Only crazies have to go to psychiatrists." Cindy tucked her blouse into her skirt and added, "They never did Jenny any good at all. She's been going to one for two years now, and she's goofy as anything."
"Well, darling, I don't know what Jenny's problem is, but it must be doing her some good, or her parents wouldn't have kept her in therapy that long." Mona looked at her own image in the mirror. "Come on, Cindy, it's time to go. I have to check in a liquor delivery today, so you'll have to take the bus to school after your appointment."
Cindy looked older than thirteen this morning. Her pink blouse drew attention to her growing bosom, and the ribbon that held her ponytail matched her skirt and shoes. Her full lips pouted glossily under a hint of lipstick. From the rear, she could be mistaken for a mature woman of almost any age, with her curvaceous legs and shapely derriere.
She got out of the car and Mona drove off. Cindy had expected to find that the doctor was hidden somewhere in the bowels of a tall office building, but the address was a cluster of little shops surrounded by greenery. She looked to the left, where her mother had pointed, and saw the number and a sign, "MACK PIERSALL, M.D." in smaller letters was the notation, "Psychiatry".
Cindy headed for the gate the sign was affixed to. A carport nestled behind shrubs, and a huge black Mercedes was snuggled into it.
I bet that's his. Ugh, I bet he's a little old wrinkled guy with a stinky pipe. Dr. Piersall probably has a little pointy beard with tobacco in it and big, black-rimmed glasses.
This whole thing is gonna be a real dud. I bet that old Mrs. Montague only saw me because she wanted to look at the boys, too. The only reason she got so uptight in the office was because Mom's a lot prettier than she is.
Cindy opened the gate and headed down a flagstone walk. There was another fence not far away, with a smaller version of the same sign.
Gawd, he must be awful rich to afford this. The place is a jungle! Look at all these plants-he must have three gardeners just to take care of them!
Yeah, and there's no way in the world you could Stick him for malpractice. What does a shrink do that could hurt you? If anybody ever got sued, it would be Jenny's doctor. I guess you can't sue a psychiatrist for not doing anything, though.
Cindy opened the second gate. The tall fence enclosed carefully raked beds of gravel with a grotesquely twisted bonsai clinging to a boulder. The outer garden absorbed the traffic sounds. The silence was eerie. Cindy stood still for a minute, then stepped resolutely toward the door.
"Hello." The receptionist smiled at Cindy. She looked friendly, but the lacquered perfection of the tall redhead paralyzed Cindy.
"Uh-I'm Cindy Russell. I have an appointment?" she said tentatively.
The statuesque woman opened a thick ledger. "Oh, yes, Miss Russell. The doctor will see you in a few minutes. Would you like some coffee or tea?"
Cindy shook her head. The little girl stood in the hallway and looked around, wide-eyed. She'd expected dark walls and closed doors, rather than what appeared to be a converted apartment. The receptionist's area was the near half of a kitchen. Cindy turned and took a seat in the large, airy living room.
A middle-aged couple trod up to the girl at the desk. Cindy thought, That must be Dr. Piersall. He doesn't look as old as I thought he'd be.
After murmuring with the receptionist, the couple left. Cindy was baffled, then decided on an explanation. He must be helping her up the walk. I guess that's nice, but I didn't expect any doctor to do it. How long is this going to take?
Cindy riffled through the magazines. Nothing seemed very interesting, but she settled back with one. Maybe I should have had some tea. There were two boxes of cookies back by the stove ... Aw, he'll be back here in a couple of minutes, anyway. Cindy put one ankle on her knee. Her short skirt fell away, showing her full, smooth thighs. This morning's panties were fire-engine red, clinging so smoothly to her mons that every curl of her pussyhairs raised the fabric.
"Cindy?"
The thirteen-year-old looked up, then quickly closed her legs. She flicked the hem of her skirt down toward her crossed knees.
"I'm Dr. Piersall," the man smiled. "Would you come with me, please?" He glanced at the receptionist. "I'll be needing her file, Marsi."
Cindy was flabbergasted. Instead of the withered old man she'd expected, Mack Piersall was young and trim. He wore his brown hair rather short, was clean-shaven, and almost handsome, in an average way.
"Y-yes, of course, Doctor," Cindy stammered. She stood and he offered her his hand.
His touch was cool. Cindy had thought him taller when she'd been slouched in the low-slung chair, but he was only five-eight. His rather close-set brown eyes seemed amused for a second while Cindy tried to compose herself.
"What's the matter?" Dr. Piersall asked. "I don't look like a psychiatrist? I try not to act like one, either."
"Well, uh, doctor, I just didn't expect ... " Cindy trailed off. "You are pretty young, and I never saw an office like this before." Cindy looked from the red-haired receptionist to the doctor. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Cindy." Moving back into the hall, Dr. Piersall stuck out his hand. "The folder on Miss Russell, please, Marsi." He inclined his head and Cindy followed him down the hall.
He spoke over his shoulder as they walked to his office. "I called Miss Stoat this morning. You already know that I talked with your mother yesterday." The doctor held the door open and Cindy went in. She stood in the middle of the immense room while he pored over the papers.
One half of the office was dark, with book-lined walls and a conversational group of comfortable chairs. The far end was bright, with one entire corner glassed in. Dr. Piersall's desk seemed to hang in the middle of a view of the city. A telescope on a tripod stood behind the desk, pointed at a bank of tall buildings. Next to it was the doctor's chair. Two more seats faced the desk and the windows. An ornate rug covered the center of the parquet floor.
"Have a seat, Cindy," Piersall said, waving one hand in a semicircle. He studied the papers for another moment, then closed the manila folder and slipped it onto the bookshelves.
Cindy sat on the massive leather couch at the darkest corner of the room. Her stomach jitterbugged. She held her knees tight and leaned rigidly against the back of the couch.
Mack Piersall, M.D., F.A.C.P., sat in a bucket chair, three feet from his newest patient. He laced his fingers around an upraised knee, saying, "What made you do it, Cindy?"
Cindy Russell looked at him. Her full lips were set in a straight, tense line. "Do what?"
"Your mother is quite troubled by your behavior, Cindy. She and I would both like to know why you were found masturbating on top of that ladder yesterday." Cindy stared impassively across the yard of coagulating air that separated them.
Dr. Piersall tried another tack. "Miss Stoat tells me you are quite unresponsive. She says Mrs. Montague has noticed your excessive curiosity long before this." Piersall looked at the upper shelf of weighty titles for guidance, but even the gold-stamped bindings didn't reassure him this time. A telltale stirring began in his groin. He looked into the girl's flinty grey eyes again and wished he hadn't. Great mother of Freud! This little cunt is getting me hot! I've got to maintain my objectivity, or I'll never be able to help her gain insight into her condition!
"I'd like to help you, Cindy, but I can't if you won't let me. You certainly don't want to continue to go through the embarrassment you experienced yesterday, but you will if you can't bring yourself to cooperate." Seeing a slight change in Cindy's expression, Dr. Piersall went on, "This unsatisfied, morbid curiosity could become harmful to your development."
"Huh!" Cindy leaned forward. "The only harmful thing was when that old bat caught me." She relaxed the rigid set of her torso. "What can you do to help? You haven't showed me anything yet."
"Hmm. Well, one thing that may help you is a little reassurance. No matter what your mother told you, it isn't unhealthy for a girl your age to masturbate." Piersall was encouraged by her response.
"I didn't think it was. In fact, I did it again right after my mom came to see you yesterday. There wasn't any sign of it down there at all, 'cause I checked this morning." Cindy sat back again. The doctor's words relieved her.
Dr. Piersall groaned inside. The thought of this delectable young girl playing with her pussy excited him. He pictured her licking cunt juice off her fingers, then reinserting them again and again. For an instant he thought of burying his face in the creamy delight of her titties. "Was yesterday the first time you masturbated?" he asked calmly.
Cindy lowered her head. "Yes, it was." She paused, then went on, "Looking at all those boys made me feel funny, so I touched myself. It really felt nice."
I just bet it did, sugarplum. "Aahh ... your gym teacher said that you were no longer looking through the window when she saw you." And I'm sure she took an eyeful of your juicy little ass, Piersall thought.
"Most of the boys were already outside, and I ... It felt too strong for me to look any more. Is that normal, Doctor, or am I weird?" Cindy asked. She looked worried.
"It's impossible to say what is normal, Cindy. Another girl in your situation might have kept looking, or she could be revolted by the young men's bodies. Until we have any evidence to the contrary, we may as well not worry about it, all right?" Piersall shifted in his chair. His stiffening prick was caught in the leg band of his shorts. The doctor was becoming quite uncomfortable.
"You say that you masturbated again that afternoon. Would you tell me what you thought about while you did it?" The psychiatrist tried to quell his hard-on. He thought of his Air Force days as medical officer at Thule.
"I really didn't think about anything, Doctor. I just wanted to look at my pussy, you know? I wanted to see what made it feel so good when I touched it." Cindy looked uncomfortable again. "You're sure there's nothing wrong with touching myself there?"
"Don't worry, Cindy. We in the healing arts have agreed for years that there is nothing wrong with it. The female body is remarkably resilient. You'd have to try hard to do yourself any damage, however slight." Piersall went into his lecture-hall tone as the blood slowly receded from his softening prick. He kept his thoughts on the ball-shivering cold of Greenland.
"Then why did they get so mad at me? What's unhealthy about it, Doctor?"
"Many people have inhibitions about their bodies. The task we psychiatrists face is that of erasing the damage these people do themselves and others by spreading these myths." Piersall watched Cindy's face. The girl was every bit as pretty as her mother. He couldn't understand why Cindy's presence made his prick rage while Mona only titillated him mildly. "You still haven't told me why you looked through the window in the locker room."
"I just wanted to see what they look like. I never saw a boy naked. I never even thought about it until recently," Cindy confessed. "And I didn't get much of a look."
"Would you like to have seen more of them?" Piersall as; ed. "Assuming that Mrs. Montague hadn't caught you, of course."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Cindy stopped. "Does that make me weird, or crazy, or anything?" Her heartbeat got louder in her ears while she waited for Dr. Piersall's reply.
"No, not in the least, Cindy." Piersall gnawed on his knuckle and looked Cindy over. "The root of the problem is apparently, your curiosity. The strictures against a young girl, such as yourself, viewing male nudity are in conflict with your needs as a maturing woman." He waited for a response from Cindy.
"You mean I should be able to look into the boys' locker room?" Cindy asked. Her grey eyes widened. A smile touched her lips at the thought.
Dr. Piersall felt his office closing in on him. "No, not necessarily. There should be a means by which you are enabled to satisfy your curiosity, but I don't think a tour of the gym is the best option available." He patted his pockets for a cigarette, then remembered he'd quit smoking the year before.
"I looked at some magazines my mom has in her dresser, but they don't show much. Is that the kind of thing you're talking about?" Cindy's cheeks were spotted with patches of color. She glowed at the notion of being let in on the secret.
"Well, perhaps if there were pictures available that were more suitable." Why didn't I go into orthopedics? he thought. I never got turned on by an X-ray. "Unfortunately, there aren't many ways for young people to learn properly about the opposite sex. I'm sure you realize how dangerous your stunt with the ladder was."
"Yeah, I guess it was really dumb, but what else could I do?" Cindy pleaded. "Mom hardly wants to talk about it with me, and those pictures in my sex education class weren't any good at all. Just a bunch of stupid drawings with cross-sections of everything."
"Do you have a family physician, Cindy? It's a shame, but it seems that the medical profession is the only place people can obtain valid sexual insights."
"We used to go to this one doctor, but he died. His wife killed him and another guy in a hotel a couple of years ago."
"I see." Dr. Piersall looked at the budding nymphet as paternally as he could. "Well, perhaps you have some questions you'd like to ask me."
"I don't know. I-I wouldn't feel right asking a grownup about stuff like that, you know?" Cindy looked at the rug and blushed. "I just wanted to see what penises look like. I wasn't hurting anybody. None of the boys even knew I was there."
"Do you still want to see what male organs look like?" Piersall held his breath.
"Yes, of course! I mean, why else would I be up on that ladder and going through all that stuff in Miss Stoat's office?" Cindy asked. "You won't tell my mom about all this, will you?"
"Everything that goes on between us here is completely confidential, Cindy. I can't tell anybody, ever, unless you say it's okay. Please trust me." Piersall unbuttoned his suit coat and stood up. "I think I can help your little problem, if you promise this will be confidential on your part, as well."
"I promise, Doctor. What are you going to do?" Cindy sat back on the huge couch and watched the psychiatrist.
"I think I know a way to keep you out of dangerous situations like yesterday's." Piersall shed his coat and unknotted his tie. "With any luck at all, your curiosity should be satisfied." He slipped his jade cufflinks out of his sleeves and set them on a bookshelf.
"I-I get to look at you ... naked?" Cindy's face lit up. She licked her lips and leaned forward on the couch.
"Yes, if you like. I hope to eliminate the initial cause of your problem." Piersall had his shirt open, showing the sparse curls on his chest. "I could call Marsi in, if you would like to have another woman present," he said. Cindy shook her head and the doctor kicked off his shoes.
"That wouldn't be confidential then, would it?" the little brunette smiled. Her bosom rose and fell in rapid, shallow motions.
Dr. Piersall sent his mind back to Greenland. The last thing he wanted was to have a throbbing erection betray his unscientific interest in this young patient.
The psychiatrist turned his back to step out of his slacks and underwear. He heard Cindy's rapid breathing behind him. Dr. Piersall kicked himself mentally for having allowed himself to get carried away. I'm glad it's not hard right now, he told himself.
Cindy stood up when the naked doctor turned around. "Ooh, so that's it," she whispered. "It's so much nicer looking than the guys' at school!" Cindy went to her knee's in front of him. "May I touch it?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't know if that's a very good idea," Dr. Piersall said. "I ... I'm rather easily aroused, probably because girls your age are forbidden."
"Aw, come on, Doctor." She looked up at his face. He shook his head. Cindy watched the muscles jump in his jaw when he gritted his teeth.
"Then come over by the light where I can see you better," she insisted. She grabbed his wrist and stood in one flowing motion.
Dr. Piersall hung back as she dragged him toward the window. "Someone might look in," he said.
"Nobody can see us. The street's clear down at the bottom of the hill, and those apartments are too far away. Please, Doctor? Do you want to help me or not?" Cindy pouted and he gave in with a sigh.
"There. That's much better," Cindy said. She gazed at his hanging member, then knelt again. "I like looking at your penis. It makes me feel good inside."
"I'm glad to hear that, Cindy. Aah, when you're finished looking, I'd like to put my pants on again. Standing by this window makes me nervous." Beads of sweat broke out on Dr. Piersall's forehead.
"I didn't think doctors were supposed to be shy," Cindy said. "Anyway, it's getting thicker and starting to stand up. I want to watch it some more."
"I'd better get dressed. Your appointment is half-over, and there are some more things we have to attend to." Piersall looked up at his ceiling.
"You said you wanted to get to the root of my problem. Curiosity is what started it. I'm just gonna stay curious unless you let me watch it stand up." Cindy touched the thick cord blue of a vein.
"I asked you not to do that, Cindy," Dr. Piersall groaned.
"It feels nice. Is that what happens when you get aroused?" Cindy reached up with her other hand. She lifted the out-swinging weight of his prick meat and looked at his scrotum. She brushed the thick hairs with her fingertips and watched the flesh creep.
"That's freaky! Do all men's testicles roll around like that?" Without waiting for an answer, Cindy cupped the sac in her hand. She circled the shaft of Dr. Piersall's prick with her other hand. The little brunette squeezed the spongy column.
"I'm getting all wet between my legs," she breathed. "I wish you wanted to look at me like I'm looking at you." She put her fingertips on the-doctor's glans. Every pulse of hot blood that rushed into his cock made the little girl's cunny wetter.
"I can't, Cindy. You're exciting me a great deal. I don't dare look at you." Dr. Piersall sat back, resting his ass on the edge of his desk. "Jesus, you've got good hands!"
Cindy smiled to herself. She loved the hot, velvety feeling of his prickskin. She slid her circling hands up and down, watching a tiny drop of fluid gather at the end of his cock. The girl tried to squeeze more out of the bulbous knob, but the pearly substance refused to flow.
Dr. Piersall's cock jutted up like a saber. His scrotum had gathered into a tight mass at the base of the imposing weapon. Cindy realized, licking her lips, that her pussy and mouth were both drooling.
Cindy let go of his prick for a moment. "It sure is hard," she said. "I didn't think it would get that big, especially the end of it."
"I very seldom get this aroused," Dr. Piersall hummed. "I don't understand what you're doing to me." He looked down into her twinkling grey eyes. He was panting already. His prick felt like it would explode any second.
"I can't get over how neat it feels. My pussy just aches for it," Cindy pronounced. She licked her fingers and spread saliva over the purplish glans.
Piersall shivered. She'd hit the sensitive nerves of the back edge with her slippery fingers. Cindy held the shaft like a flute, and her palm spread spit over the whole flaring end of the rigid mass.
Cindy moved a fraction closer. The saliva-moistened skin of his glans made her palms itch. She bent her head down over it and let another foaming gobbet of spit drop down onto his prickhead.
The psychiatrist groaned. The wet warmth flooded his crotch with lurid sensation. His rectum tightened. His glans grew a quarter-inch in one heartbeat.
Cindy touched her tongue to the urethral slit. She licked up the salty-tasting droplet. Her saliva hadn't dissolved it. She heard Dr. Piersall hiss when she ran her tongue over the plum-like knob.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked, pulling away.
Dr. Piersall answered with his eyes closed. "No, Cindy, not at all!"
Cindy took a fresh grip on the magical organ and licked the glans again. She ran her tongue around the corona once, twice, then spoke again.
"I like that. It's really doing something good in my pussy-not like when I touch myself, but something different." She put her lips in a tight circle and kissed the blunt point.
Piersall's cockhead was slippery with her spit. Cindy held the shaft upright and opened her lips. She slid slowly over the trembling doctor's glans until her lips encompassed the wide, wing like flare of the edges.
Cindy's lips compressed just beneath the cockhead. She sucked gently. I didn't think it could get any bigger! It looked like it would pop before I sucked!
Dr. Piersall began to rock his hips back and forth. The sensations in his crotch were overruling his judgment even more strongly than they had before.
Cindy held her head still and let the knob slide further into her mouth. She looked up and saw the doctor watching her. Her eyelids fluttered ecstatically with each sensuous stroke.
The little brunette rolled her head from side to side. She began taking long, lascivious slurps at the cockhead. Her tongue writhed around the fiery knob like a snake. Saliva leaked from the corners of her ovaled mouth and wet her hand.
Dr. Piersall put his hands on Cindy's head. The pressure was building up in his balls. Every time he looked at her sweet, youthful face, he felt his heart melt, sending a surge of heat to his loins. Something about having his prick plunging in and out of her suctioning mouth excited him. Her mouth was distended from the thickness of his shaft, and he kept thinking, She's only thirteen, and she loves my cock!
Cindy wanted to feel more of the heavy member. She sucked mightily at the sliding tool. She let go of the shaft and put her hands on the doctor's thrusting hips. Cindy tried to pull more of his cock into her mouth, and her fingernails dug in, urging him to thrust faster and harder.
Piersall gathered steam. He pistoned his prick deeper. He reached one hand down to clutch Cindy's tit. The firm heat, even through her blouse and bra, shocked him. The little girl's body was burning all over with lust. The nipple was rock-hard.
"That's it, suck my cock," he muttered. "Keep on sucking, Cindy. I'm gonna cum soon, baby, just keep sucking." His fingers dug bruisingly into her blossoming tittie while his other hand clenched on her head.
Cindy thought her pussy would melt. Her panties were soaked with juices. Every deep, hard thrust against the back of her throat made the girl's cunt hotter. Her whole body simmered, like a cauldron of bubbling lust.
Cindy rose from her knees to a half-crouch. Her claws were sunk into Dr. Piersall's ass. She kept him deep in her mouth, sucking frantically at the meaty wand. The girl knew his passion was reaching a peak. She wasn't sure what would happen. Her lips milked the shaft and she grabbed for his balls.
Dr. Piersall moaned, then babbled, "Suck, suck, goddamn it! I'm gonna cum, Cindy! Don't stop sucking me. My cock's about to bust!"
Cindy growled and hummed, trying to swallow" his prickhead entirely. Her throat worked around it, soft, wet tissues squeezing and pushing at his glans. She almost gagged, but the passionate struggle overwhelmed her reflex. She mashed his balls together with her sweaty hand, and he started to cum.
"Oh, fuck! _God-damn! Suck, suck it all out, baby!" the psychiatrist groaned. "Take it all, Cindy!" He pulled back from her throat and let the thick seed spurt into her mouth.
Cindy gulped again and again, rolling her tongue around Dr. Piersall's cockhead. The heavy cream gagged her, but she kept lavishing sucks on his knob until she'd swallowed every drop of his semen. Over and over the stuff jetted into her mouth, finally fading to a trickle, then stopping entirely. The doctor's cock spasmed twice more, producing nothing, before Cindy pulled her mouth away.
"I liked that," Cindy panted. "It really makes me horny." She pulled up her skirt and showed Dr. Piersall the sopping-wet line of her panties. "You see?"
Piersall leaned back on his hands. His face was flushed. He panted like a sprinter after a race. "I noticed. You did it as if you loved it." His cock melted down slowly from its erect stance. He tried to steady himself, knocking his desk clock over.
"The hour's almost up, Cindy. There are some things we still have to talk about." Sagging, Dr. Piersall sat in his swivel chair, buck-naked.
"Like my curiosity?" she grinned. "I think you made it worse." Cindy sat on the arm of the chair.
Dr. Piersall patted her bare leg. "No, baby, not curiosity. Let me catch my breath and I'll explain."
Chapter Five
Cindy was grinning when she reached the street again. Dr. Piersall's instructions had been quite explicit. She was to have blood tests and a chest X-ray, and Dr. Piersall would give her a physical next week in his office.
And I can masturbate all I want to. The only thing I can't do is make love to boys until I get some contraceptives.
The bouncy brunette saw the bus turning the corner down the street. A quick whim seized her. She ran back into the shrub-screened carport and lifted her skirt. She glanced around, then plucked two curly hairs from her pussy. She carefully stuck them into the door handle.
There. Now it'll be like he's touching my pussy when he goes home tonight. Even if he doesn't notice, I'll know.
At the Lucky Lady, Mona was not as happy as her daughter. Ron Webster had showed up before she arrived. He was, as happened more frequently now, still drunk from the night before. She'd brushed him off when he tried grabbing her firm, slender buttock. "Not here, Ron," she hissed.
"Oh, hon! I'm sorry about las' night. Lemme make it up to you." Ron weaved when he stood up.
"Just sit down and finish your drink. I have work to do." Mona turned on her heel. She went behind the bar and talked over the inventory and receipts with her daytime barkeep. After a short consultation, Mona went to the office at the back of the building to work on the books.
A tap sounded on the door. Thinking it was the liquor delivery, Mona called, "Come in."
Ron opened the door. "Hi, Mona. I came to apologize."
"Forget it." Mona turned back to the ledger. The door whispered shut.
"No, really, baby, I'm sorry." Ron stepped behind her chair and caressed Mona's shoulders.
"I said, forget it, Ron. It doesn't matter." Just because you got too sloppy drunk to get it up, you sot. I never liked doing it in the back of your car in the first place, with all those samples and catalogs gouging into my back. Mona shrugged, trying to shake his hands from her nape.
Ron bent over and grabbed her lush tits. Mona held still for one brief moment. Her face went from bored inertia to tight rage as her body tensed. "Come on, Mona, let's make it up right now," he wheedled.
"Get your hands"-she struck backward with her elbow-"OFF me!" Mona spun her chair around and kicked at Ron's shins. He was already collapsing from the blow to his groin. "I don't need you, you bastard! I don't need anybody like you!" Mona beat his slumping shoulders over and over.
Ron fell on his side, groaning and gagging, before Mona stopped pummeling him. She stood v over him, tucking a strand of her upswept hair back into place. Mona opened the door.
"Benny," she called. "Come back here." The bartender shuffled into the hallway. She gestured into her office. "Take this sonofabitch outside. If he ever comes in here again, call the cops."
"Sure, Mona." The stocky barkeep tugged Ron to his feet. "I'da done it sooner, but ... " He paused, then frog marched Ron through the lounge to the street.
By closing time that night, Mona had a great many things on her mind. Business wasn't awfully good. There seemed to be more free booze going out than any five bartenders could drink. Between the mortgage payments and the insurance, Mona was just about ready to dip into her tax account to make ends meet.
And then there's Dr. Piersall. Those vindictive bitches at school! They could have let Cindy off with a warning. I bet Sarah Montague is a dyke. She's raising a stink because Cindy's looking at boys. I wonder how long she was looking up my daughter's skirt! Damn them! I try to make a living and bring Cindy up right, and they tell me I'm all wrong.
At least Cindy likes the doctor. He seemed to be nice enough yesterday. Even at his outrageous hourly rate, it's cheaper than a private school.
And they tell me Cindy and I can't even get financial aid for the tuition. My equity in the bar is too big! Even without seeing Ron, I'm really getting screwed.
Joel, the night bartender, stuck his head into the office. "I'm gonna lock it up, Mona. You want anything before I take off?" He handed her the bank bags.
"No, thanks. I'll just stick around for a little longer. I'll see you tomorrow." Mona took the bags and laid them on her desk. She sat and looked blankly at the sacks, making no move toward the safe.
Joel looked at her for a moment. "It should be good tomorrow. It's a pay weekend."
"What? Oh, yes, it should be a lot better." Mona looked at her fingernails until she heard Joel lock the front door and leave.
Mona stood up like a zombie. She moved woodenly, putting the money in the safe. It feels like a big trap closing on me. Maybe I should just sell this place. All the men I meet around here are such losers!
Mona strolled out of the bar and carefully relocked the door. She hugged her purse to her breasts as she walked toward the car. Still brooding, she didn't hear the whispers as she passed the alley.
Shoes slapped heavily on the sidewalk. Mona started to turn her head when six strong arms grabbed her. She tried to wrench free, but the men overpowered her. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the ground and thrown into the back of a closed van.
"Wait'll you try this cunt," a man said. Mona recognized Ron's voice. She couldn't see anything. At least two men held her down. Mona tried to scream, but she got only a short squeak out before someone stuffed a gritty chunk of carpet into her mouth.
The van was moving, but Mona didn't know where. One of the men pulled her blouse up over her face and tugged her bra up. Hands mauled her bosom.
"There, honey, don't kick," a voice said. "We aren't gonna hurt you. We wouldn't hurt a lady with such nice tits." Mona lay there terrified. The van skidded, then turned sharply. It bounced .over a bumpy road. The pebbles on the floor of the truck hurt her back.
"Well, Mona," Ron said. "I thought I'd do you a little favor. I talked with these guys, and we're gonna give you all the cock you need." The van stopped, and the driver killed the motor.
The door opened loudly and the men handed her through. She still had no idea of where she was. The night air was chilly on her exposed flesh. Her coral nipples stood up, and goose bumps rose on her shapely limbs. Stubby fingers unbuttoned her blouse and Mona could see again.
She couldn't see much. It was a clear night, with only the stars for light. Five men stood around her. The only one she recognized was Ron Webster. Webster.
"Come on and get naked for the guys," Ron sneered. "We can take turns fuckin' you until we've all had enough." He grabbed her pussy through her skirt.
"Please, no. Don't, Ron," Mona whined. The man holding her legs let them drop. She staggered as another released her arms. Mona stood in the middle of the circle, trying to cover her breasts with the unbuttoned blouse. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anybody!"
"It's too late, Mona," Ron said. "I already told these guys how you like to fuck. Now take off your clothes and let us see that fine ass."
"I-I have to go home. I don't want to be here. PLEASE!" Mona wept. She huddled up and sank to her knees on the grass.
One of the men stepped up to her. He pushed Mona's shoulder and she fell onto her side. He tugged at her blouse, straightening her arm with his other hand. She tried to curl up tighter, but he put his foot on her long black hair. Mona yelled.
"Shut up, bitch! Nobody's gonna hear you. We're way too far away. I figured you might try makin' noise," Ron roared. "Now get your clothes off before I rip 'em off!"
Mona let the man finish taking her blouse off. She lay inert, rolling passively from side to side as he undressed her. She tried to take her skirt off, but her nerveless fingers couldn't work the zipper. The grass under her was cold and wet, and Mona shivered.
"Jesus! She's scared shitless," one of the men said. He propped her up to a sitting position and tried to unhook her bra. With a snarl, he broke the fastening and pulled it away from her torso.
Another man knelt beside her and pulled the zipper of the tight-fitting skirt down. The buttons at the waist popped when he slid the garment over her hips.
Mona sat, sobbing. She put her arms over her breasts, but the slender limbs couldn't possibly hide the creamy beauties. Her shoulders shook and tears flowed on her cheeks. Her carefully done hairdo hung tangled behind one ear.
The man who'd taken her skirt off put his fingers in the top of her pantyhose and pulled them down. The ardent tug rolled Mona onto her back. He slid them down her thighs and stood back to admire his handiwork.
Mona's tiny panties had slipped down part way with her stockings. The little white triangle covered only half of her cuntal hair. The tiny string of the waistband was stretched taut over the opulent I curve of her hips.
"She is a good-lookin' bitch," one of the men [ said. "How in the hell did she ever start fuckin' you, Ron?"
"Awright, hotshot. You show her some high-class prickwork. You're always ready, right?" !
"Hey, man, can I eat her before you start fuckin'? I bet she tastes just like peach ice cream!" The man who'd just spoken dropped his pants and knelt. He put his hands on Mona's knees and pried. "Come on, man, gimme a hand here. This broad's pretty strong!"
"Hey, Jack, I thought the only way -you could get laid was by force. What d'you need help for?" A couple of the men laughed.
Jack forced his knee between Mona's thighs. His hands dug brutally into her thighs and he lowered his face to the patch of cunthair that showed above her panties.
Mona sat up, trying to push him away. Ron and another man wrestled her back to the ground, holding her arms. One of the others stood over her head and undid his fly. His fully erect cock sprang out. Mona gasped and struggled. Her fine, full breasts rolled from side to side as she tried to wrench free.
The man between her knees kept wiggling his knee, forcing it upward, closer to her cunt. Mona fought desperately until he kissed the fringe of her pussyhairs and bit through the waistband of her panties.
Jack enjoyed that. He had popped the left side of the string, then he licked the exposed inch of one cuntlip. He moved to the other side, clamping his teeth at the outer corner of the gossamer triangle. Mona pressed her buttocks into the grassy earth, trying to stop the slide of the cloth that still shielded her ass. She had to rock her pussy up to do it, but it was the last bit of modesty she had.
Jack tugged, still prying forcefully at her thighs. The elastic parted, and her struggles increased. Mona wasn't completely at the men's mercy yet.
But the panties would not stay on. Jack raised his head and the silky cloth slid from under her hips, sending a shiver up Mona's spine. Despite her terror, the light kiss of the cloth heated her pussy. The little triangular gap between her long thighs only slowed the feathery slide.
The last two men had shed their clothes completely now. They pulled Mona's ankles apart, and Jack started sucking her pussy. His tongue violated every fear-sharpened nerve in her crotch. The men holding her arms felt her give up and their grip loosened. Ron was rubbing one of her titties, dragging his thumb harshly across the nipple. The other man bit and gnawed at the other rubbery tip, then tried to stuff all the copious goodness into his suctioning mouth.
Ron kept raining a steady stream of curses into her ears. His voice was low and filled with hatred. Mona wept openly and her muscles went slack.
The ravaging tongue in her pussy was starting to stir her vital juices. Against her will, Mona felt her body becoming aroused. The constant mauling of her nipples and her clitoris made her pulse climb. She panted through her sobs.
"Keep eating her, Jack," Ron said. "She's getting hot. I hope all you guys got a lot of cum stored up. She really loves a lot of dickin'!"
Mona was becoming disgusted with herself. Revulsion rose in her throat. Her body was lewdly betraying her. She was helpless, held down and surrounded by rapists, and she'd lost her self-control with her clothes. Even her tears had dried up.
Jack pulled his head back. "Lady, you got a real table-quality snatch. Good and juicy and soft."
"Hey, come on, man, I want to get my cock into her." The man who spoke pulled Jack away. "Let me sample some of that."
"Shouldn't Ron go first? He turned us on to the broad."
Ron stopped cursing Mona long enough to answer, "That's okay. I want to watch her get all the cock she can take for a change. I'll bang her last, when her asshole's good and juicy."
"I can dig it," Jack answered. "I should'a run this number on my old lady!"
Mona tried to struggle again when the man's heavy belly hit hers. Ron and the man sucking her tit held her immobile, and the first fucker battered his prick against the tight-clenched sphincter of her vagina.
A hairy hand reached between them and the man ground his thumb painfully into her clit. Mona flinched, and the end of his thick cock " wedged into her pussy. The thumb ground in again, and her hips bucked under his flabby weight.
The man's cock felt thicker than a telephone pole. Mona's terrorized body yielded slowly to the weapon, stretching around the glans. He gave a few preliminary strokes at the entrance of her cunt, then pushed in like a bulldozer.
Mona's labia turned inward as her violated channel stretched. She gasped, "Oh! Please, I'm not wet enough!"
The man ignored her breathless plea. He corkscrewed in further, the long, wiry hairs on his cockshaft scraping at her brutalized flesh. Mona thought she would faint before the meaty pylon had sunk all the way in. She tried to push her hips back, forcing them into the ground to escape the brutal prick.
At last her pussy was full. The man brushed the arm-holders away and settled his bulk onto her chest. Mona's tits mashed down under him. The man rolled his chest from side to side. His coarse hair scratched at her nipples, and his beard scraped her face.
Mona couldn't have seen any of the men's faces in the watery starlight, even if she'd dared to open her eyes. She lay as dispassionately still as she could, until the ceaseless surging in her cunt made her hips roll reflexively.
The man rode her on and on. He seemed tireless. The long, even rhythm of his fuckstrokes never changed. Her cunt was soaked with juices as his motions lengthened.
Mona lay under him like a pinned bug. His arms went under hers and he clasped her shoulders. Ron lay down beside them and put her hand around his prick.
Mona surrendered completely. She heard Ron's growl of, "Keep me good and ready," and she jacked at his prick. The hot skin slid on his joint, but the woman barely noticed the constant stiffness that she'd once enjoyed.
The leg-holder let go, and Mona drew her knees up. She was resigned to the ongoing indignity. Dim thoughts surfaced in her mind. Let's get this over with.
Mona reached down to the fat man's ass with her free hand. She rolled her hips from side to side, forcing him to vary his stroke.
"There, goddammit, I told you she'd want some fucking," Ron said. "Come on, let somebody else have a chance at her cunt."
The prick in Mona's pussy was swelling a little. She felt the shaft grow a tiny bit, and she started milking at him. Mona pulled her ass away on his backstroke. Her vagina squeezed at his glans like-a steamy fist.
The man began pulling back until just the tip of his prick stayed in her hole, then he shoved it forward. The long strokes heated him. Mona felt his whole body tense. She worked ardently at matching him, stroke for stroke. The woman wrapped her legs around him. She jacked faster at Ron's cock. He pulled it away from her hand.
Mona felt shock and disgust rising in her brain. She was about to cum, herself! She conquered her nausea and bore down, throwing all her concentration into her pussy. The ring of muscle tightened around his prick until -: felt like an iron bar, plunging full length in her belly.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck her! Give it to her, man! Blast her ass wide open," Ron growled. "She loves it! I think the bitch is gonna go off!"
The man stiffened. He was like' a mountain on top of her. His long strokes became jerky, stopping with only his cockhead in her pussy, then ramming in like a pile driver. His heavy balls swung, smacking audibly against Mona's ass. Again and again he shoved the full length of his meat into her. His sac slapped her cheeks three more times, then he blew his load into Mona's cunt.
The man sagged like a stringless puppet. He pistoned in, releasing jolts of cum with each spasm. All his gathered strength went into Mona's pussy, splashing against her womb.
Disgusted and horrified, Mona came. Her flesh rebelled, grasping the jetting cock. Her asscheeks tightened and relaxed, throwing her cunt against the driving jabs of the man's prick. She wrung every drop from the thrusting tool, a hostage of her body's reactions.
The heavy-bellied man pulled his prick out of her and rolled off as soon as his meat was drained. "She's a god-damn good lay," he panted. "I'm stickin' around for seconds."
Mona rolled onto her belly. She felt unspeakably defiled. The body she'd once been proud of had betrayed her. Thick gruel dribbled from her vagina, trickling over her clit. The involuntary thrill of the fluid touch made her weep.
She lay limp on the ground. In utter despair, Mona wanted to crawl away and die. One of the men grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to her knees.
Befuddled, Mona whimpered, "Please, oh, Ronnie, please make them stop." The man behind her fondled her buttocks coarsely, then raised her to her feet.
"No!" she said, feeling the erect implement rubbing on her cum-slimed labia. "Don't, don't do it any more! Please go away!"
The man stooped and put his cockhead against the mouth of her vagina. Her knees buckled, but he held her upright with a harsh grip around her waist. He moved his hips from side to side, aiming for the center of the abused portal, and slid his prick in to the hilt.
"Ohhhh," she sighed. Mona's cunt responded to the swift invasion by opening around the tool, then squeezing shut. The man put his hands on her breasts and kneaded the globes sensuously. Her nipples stiffened under his fingers. Hot impulses arced along her spine.
Mona gasped. The man slid one hand down her belly and into her sweat-soaked bush. He kneaded her cuntlips lasciviously, rubbing the puffy flesh against the stiff ridge of her clitoris.
There was nothing Mona could do. It felt like every erotic nerve in her body was on fire. She bent forward and put her hands on her knees. She presented her gleaming asscheeks to the second rapist while he reamed her pussy.
His cock went around in lewd circles. The smooth parchment of her buttocks felt the ends of his cockbush. The hairs caressed her ass, and Mona's involuntary excitement mounted.
The fingers worked ceaselessly in her cuntal folds. The man dug through the protective hair and into the top of her slit. He touched the end of her clitty and Mona went wild. She was cumming harder with every stroke of his prick. Mona forgot about trying to get the men off so they'd leave her alone. She ground her firm ass against the man's belly, wanting to feel his cock probing into every corner of her cunt. She felt the knob jar into her cervix again and again.
Mona swung her hands back, grabbing at his hips. The man rampaged on her ass, mashing the firm cheeks from side to side. He glued his belly against those lush buttocks. He grabbed the wide points of Mona's pelvis and steered her voluptuous ass in lewd circles.
Ron stepped in front of her, his prick standing like a flagstaff. Mona grabbed at the rigid member and pulled him close. She lavished kisses on the shaft and wet the knob with her saliva. Her orgasm drove her mad for more cock.
Mona inhaled Ron's prick. She bobbed her head up and down, taking the wide knob into her throat. She pulled back and bathed his prick head with her tongue. Mona's mouth circled and sucked like a demented vacuum cleaner. Her spit leaked from her mouth, covering her rapidly stroking hand.
Mona caressed Ron's balls until another man pulled at her arm. She jacked at his prick madly, gripped with orgasmic madness. She couldn't get - enough of the pricks. Her cuntal reactions overwhelmed her, and she gave in completely.
The man behind her was driving hard and deep, with long, regular strokes. His cock reached further with every thrust. Mona lifted her ass higher, straining up on tiptoe for maximum penetration. The rearfucker put his hand to her pussy again.
Mona yodeled wetly around Ron's cock. Her lips opened, then fluttered shut again. She slid her flooded mouth up and down, wanting to feel Ron drive his weapon clear to her stomach. She sucked until his knob swelled to monster stiffness and her fist clenched on his shaft.
The man behind her shot off. Mona felt the hot bursts of spunk lashing her cervix. His cum had the force of a firehose. Her mind blanked and she sucked valiantly on Ron's prick.
Ron jerked his cock out of her mouth. His blood roared. He was only seconds from losing control. He watched the slender beauty grind her ass against the man's belly, and he could hardly keep from jacking his prick in time to the couple's movements.
Mona went on and on. Sheets of roaring lightning shot through her mind. She chafed her ass raw against the man's pubes. Her cum kept accelerating until he pulled out.
Mona collapsed on the ground. Her pussy was spasming so hard that she couldn't feel the rock that split her forehead. She passed out, more from the passionate overload in her loins than the blow to her head. Her body writhed to the fading pulses in her cunt.
Jack and Ron picked her up. "Get up, cunt. We're gonna sandwich you. I get your ass, and Jack's gonna ream your snatch. Get up, goddammit!"
Jack stopped lifting. Blood trickled over Mona's forehead. "Hey, Ron! She's hurt!" Mona's head lolled on her shoulders, making the dark stream wind like a river down her face.
"Bullshit!" Ron said. He looked over her shoulder. His eyes widened. He lowered her limp weight to the ground. "We better get the hell out of here."
Chapter Six
The stars had hardly moved. Mona began to stir. She felt lost. The faint sounds of a van driving away, then the harsh protest of the gears, filtered into her throbbing head.
David's dead. That's why I feel alone. David died and left me.
No! David died a long time ago! It was Ron-Ron and some dreadful men. They were here, and ...
Mona retched. A blinding pain over her eye grew stronger,-lancing through her head with each spasm of vomiting.
Oh, god! I-I sucked Ron while that other man took me like a dog! Like I was nothing but a cunt, and I came! He-he pounded up against me, and I kept coming! I even tried to make the first one hurry, just like a whore!
God, it's cold. Where are my clothes? It's so cold-the grass is wet. My head hurts! I-I'm bleeding! I'm going to die!
Mona sat up. She stared at her fingers. They were covered with blood, sticky and black in the starlight. She touched the wound on her forehead again, then rubbed her hand off on the grass. The blood caked, stiffening the side of her face as it dried.
She looked around for her clothes. The passionate sweat had dried on her skin. The dewy grass put a deep, wet chill on her legs and buttocks. She saw the white gleam of her panties and reached for them.
Mona cast the torn scrap aside. She saw how useless they were; not even thick enough to sop the drooling jism from her crotch.
The naked woman picked up her blouse and skirt. She considered her pantyhose, but left them on the ground. She'd lost her shoes before the men had dragged her out of the van.
Mona put on her bra. She held it up to her breasts, trying to hook the back before pulling the cups over her goose pimpled bosom. She let out a forlorn groan. The catch was torn out of the cloth.
I wish I'd just stayed home. What can I do? Why did Ronnie do it? Why did he have all his friends rape me? Mona stepped into her skirt. The zipper jammed twice before she got it closed. With the waistband's buttons gone, the skirt hung dangerously low on her hips.
Mona buttoned her blouse. She didn't dare tuck it into her ruined skirt, fearing that the zipper would give up entirely. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was.
The streetlights were far off. They looked blurry. The band of grass she stood on sloped up toward a little plateau. Trees cast a pool of ink over the dirt road the van had come in on. The other side of the grass ran up a steep, brush-covered hill. Mona squinted up the gentle slope. A splotch of white hovered, moving with the breeze.
"The golf course," Mona muttered. "They raped me on a goddam golf course!" She started to" cry again, but took control of herself.
Mona found one shoe on the dirt road. She picked it up and carried it. Her feet were freezing from the wet grass. Every toe was a brittle ache. The sandy road coated her feet with grit.
Don't worry, Cindy. I'm okay. Momma will be home soon. Mona hobbled away from the fairway, ignoring the flow of tears on her face. She wanted to collapse, but not until she reached home. Sharp rocks pricked her feet, and she had to stop constantly to pick spiky burrs out of her soles.
Even under the streetlamp at the end of the maintenance road, Mona had to pick her way through the broken glass of smashed beer bottles. Cum rolled down her thighs. The scent of strenuous fucking wrapped around her like a cloak. It didn't warm the disheveled woman at all.
It was ten long blocks from the park to the Lucky Lady. Mona considered going into the bar to clean herself, but the effort seemed too wearing. She put her hand on the door of her old Mustang and sagged. No keys.
Every bone in her body ached. Her limbs felt like bags of dead mice. The clock across the street said it was after three. Mona dreaded the long, painful walk home. She hadn't seen a light or a single person on the street.
There it is! Oh, Gawd! Mona dragged herself over to the mouth of the alley. Her purse was an irregular blob at the edge of the streetlamp's shadow. For the first time, Mona blessed the quiet, residential location of her bar.
Mona fought to keep her eyes open on the way home. She took three tries at parking in the garage. Dizzier and dizzier, she mumbled, "Good thing my eye's puffy. Hate to try this with double vision." Her skirt fell around her ankles when she got out of the car.
Mona dragged it back up. She stumbled through the garage. The glassy cement felt good under her burning feet, cool and smooth. The hall leading to her door was longer and brighter than she remembered. Mona squinted her good eye, dropping the single recovered shoe when she searched for the door key. It took two hands to guide the key into the slot, then her strength failed. Mona whispered curses at the sticking lock.
It snapped open. Mona pushed the door open, kicking her shoe into the living room. The lights were on and Cindy looked up from a book she was reading.
"Mom! What happened?" The thirteen-year old's eyes snapped open. She ran from the couch to her mother's side. "Who did that?"
"I-it was Ron," Mona whispered. She put her hand to her head. "There were four more." She let Cindy lead her to a chair.
"That bastard!" Cindy spat. "That's just like him. I'm calling the police and an ambulance."
"No, honey," Mona began. "Don't call anybody. I'll be all right. I just need to clean up a little."
Cindy ignored Mona's protestations. The bruise over her mother's eye looked like a purple golf ball. Her eyes was swelling shut, and blood caked on her cheek. Mona's feet were crisscrossed with a network of scratches.
"Cindy, we can't afford it. Hospitals cost so much ... " Mona closed her eyes and sank back in the chair.
"I can't afford to have you die," Cindy wailed. "We already lost Daddy!" The little girl ripped through the telephone book. She found the number. "Please somebody, send an ambulance- my mother's been raped and the men beat her up. I think she's dying!"
Cindy was sleeping fitfully the next morning when the phone rang. She stirred. "Damn! If that's Miss Stoat ... " Remembering that Mona was still in the hospital, the little brunette dashed into the living room. "Hello?"
"Cindy? This is Dr. Piersall. I tried to reach you at school, but they said you hadn't come in today. The vice-principal said your mother was assaulted last night. What happened?"
"She wasn't assaulted, Doctor," Cindy snapped. "She was raped!"
"No! How is she? Where is she?" Dr. Piersall exclaimed.
"She's in the hospital," Cindy sobbed. "I'm so scared! I think she's hurt bad and they won't tell me anything. Please help me, Doctor!"
"Take it easy, Cindy. I'll help you both. Can you be ready to go in"-Piersall rustled paper aubidly-"ten minutes? I'll take you to see your mother. They'll tell me what's going on."
"Sure, Doctor. I'll be out front. You know where the building is?" Cindy scarcely waited for his reply. "Good." She put the receiver down and raced through the apartment, dressing as she ran.
Cindy couldn't find panties or a bra in her flurry of rapid activity. By the time she'd fastened her stockings to her garters, she didn't have time to sort through the clean laundry in her basket. The winded picture of propriety, Cindy reached the curb with seconds to spare. In her skirt, blouse and stockings, the little brunette jumped over the three steps leading down to the sidewalk. Dr. Piersall's big Mercedes rushed around the corner and stopped short in front of her.
Cindy scrambled into the leather-lined womb. "Perfect timing, Doctor." She pulled her short skirt down over her thighs. "I thought you had appointments all day. How come you have time to take me to see Mom?"
Dr. Piersall answered as he charged out into the traffic. "I had a cancellation right before I usually take lunch. Don't worry, the hour's paid for," he added, glancing sideways at the pretty young girl. "I called a friend to cover my hospital rounds today, so I have until three o'clock." A traffic light stopped the headlong rush. He leaned over to help Cindy adjust the shoulder belt.
A spark jumped from the doctor's hand to Cindy's sweet breast. The firm mound was obviously naked under her thin blouse. She whispered, "Ooohh," and her nipples erected at his touch. Cindy opened her thighs. She wanted the cool air to ease the sudden blast of heat in her crotch.
Mack Piersall pulled away. His own reaction to the brief touch dismayed the psychiatrist. "Cindy! What about your mother? She needs us. We can't distract ourselves." The doctor's groin tingled at the thought of Cindy's arousal.
"I know, Doctor. Will she be all right?" Cindy ran her hands through her long brown hair and looked at him. His face turned grim when the light changed.
"We'll find out when we get there." Dr. Piersall patted Cindy's nylon-sheathed knee. "There's nothing to worry about until I have a chance to examine her. I wish you'd called me last night. So few emergency room personnel understand the psychiatric implications of these things." Dr. Piersall flung the big sedan around, carving through the city traffic like a rapier. His cock rose, heated by her presence.
"I was so worried, Doctor. I thought she was going to die unless she got to the hospital. She was all bloody, and she almost fell down when she walked in," Cindy explained. "Would being raped make her crazy?"
"We don't use the word crazy, Cindy. Her behavior could become quite inhibited sexually. It might take years of therapy to make your mother stop blaming herself." The psychiatrist glanced into the mirrors. "Aah, shit! Hand me that medical bag, Cindy, right next to your feet."
Cindy looked out the back window. A motorcycle cop was gesturing the car over. Mack Piersall grabbed a stethoscope from the bag and waved it in the air.
The cop pulled alongside. "Where to, Doc?"
"Hillside Presbyterian. I've got a neuro-psychiatric emergency!" Piersall grinned at Cindy as the siren went on, clearing traffic out of the way. "I hope nobody finds out about that. You don't need a thirty-thousand-dollar education if you can wave a ten-buck stethoscope."
The policeman shut off his siren and Dr. Piersall bounced up the driveway. The parking-lot attendant was running up, spluttering at this cavalier violation of his authority. Dr. Piersall shouted, "Space one-seventy-six at CMH," and trotted up the steps to the lobby, Cindy following close behind.
"That never worked when I drove a Chevy," Dr. Piersall confided. He identified himself at the desk, and Cindy and the doctor went upstairs to see her mother.
Mona lay awake, her face turned away from the door. Her shoulders tensed visibly when her daughter and the psychiatrist entered.
"Mom?" Mona turned at Cindy's voice. "How are you? Doctor Piersall brought me so I wouldn't have to wait for visiting hours."
"I guess I'm all right, honey," Mona answered. Her voice was flat, the tone as pale as her face. One side of her forehead showed a trace of a bruise peeking from under the gauze pad. Her fine black hair floated over the pillow.
Mona looked listless. Her morbid recollections of the rape had bleached the usual liveliness from her features. Her full lips turned down and she avoided Cindy's eyes.
"I came as soon as Cindy told me," Dr. Piersall said, moving closer. "Did the staff tell you when you would be released?" He picked the chart from the foot of Mona's bed.
"Sometime today," Mona answered. "I don't know if I want to go home. The policeman said I could have brought it on myself. I'm afraid he was right."
"Mom! Don't say that! You know Ron's never been any good for you," Cindy interjected. "He's just terrible, Doctor! He's drunk all the time, and he got mad because Mom broke up with him. He called last night, twice, to see if Mom was at home or working."
"There's no reason to feel that any of this is your fault, Mrs. Russell-Mona," Piersall corrected himself. He rummaged in his bag and moved around the bed, checking Mona's physical signs. "Many women, especially those without husbands-look at my finger-are fair game for sociopathic personalities. This man sounds like one of these-now over here-predators. Not your fault at all, Mona." He settled back and looked at her. "Do you know if he's ever been hospitalized?"
"I never knew very much about him at all," Mona answered. "Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
"You told me that he drank free at the Lucky Lady. It all seems to fit a diagnostic pattern." Piersall stood up. "Would you like to go home? All you need is rest, and you don't need a hospital for that."
"Yes, please come home, Mom," Cindy begged. "I can take care of you as well as the hospital can." She looked hopefully at her mother.
"You're sure it's all right?" Mona asked. Dr. Piersall nodded. "Well, okay. How soon can you get me checked out of this place?"
"Right away, if you'll come to my office at six-thirty tonight. I think we need to discuss your feelings about this incident," Piersall replied. "You apparently have some ambivalence that needs to be resolved. The physical harm is not great, but we must consider your psyche and your future relationships with men."
Mona was dressed to the teeth when she arrived at Dr. Piersall's office that evening. She had assured her daughter that she could navigate, though her long legs were still a trifle wobbly.
I really don't know why I'm here. I haven't even had time to figure it out, so how can I talk to him about it?
I'm not even worth his time. At forty bucks an hour, I can't afford it. Besides, I came! I came over and over. They degraded me, and I deserved it!
And what the hell can he do? It's partly his fault, too. I would have known those men were there if I hadn't been so worried about how I'm going to pay his bill.
No, that's not fair. Even the police seemed to think it was my fault. I bet they won't even try to catch Ron, and if they do, I'll have to go to court. And how can I tell who the others were? Have a lineup of penises?
Mona wondered if her hair concealed the bandage on her forehead. She nodded shortly at the receptionist as the tall redhead passed her on the walk.
Mack Piersall was waiting in the kitchen of the converted apartment when Mona entered. "I almost thought you wouldn't come," he said. "I'm glad to see you made it."
"Are you? I nearly went back." Mona touched her bandage nervously. "I guess we'd better get started." She moved down the hall and turned toward the office.
"This way, please," Piersall said, opening a stairwell door. "In a case like this, I think psychodrama would be a better start than conventional therapies." He flicked on a light and went down the stairs.
Mona teetered behind him, stepping carefully in her high heels. "What do you mean, Doctor? What good will play-acting do me? I don't even want to think about this whole mess. I wish I hadn't come here at all!"
Piersall opened a windowless room, cut into the side of the hill. "That's exactly the problem! I want you to pretend that I'm Ron and all the other men, You should have a chance to work out all your bitterness before it sours you on all relationships." He opened a cupboard full of dimly-seen paraphernalia.
Mona's eyes brightened. "You mean I should do whatever I want to you? I can tell you everything or punish you, since I don't have a chance to get them?" Mona began to sweat, then she trembled. "But you're bigger than me, and a lot stronger. I-I'm afraid to do it."
Mack Piersall pulled a tangle of straps and cuffs out of the cupboard. "That's what these are for. You can make sure I won't be able to reach you by tying me up. Just say where you want me." Dr. Piersall looked as coolly as he could at Mona. His brown eyes were level, but tinged with apprehension. "The only rule is, no permanent injury. I'd rather you didn't leave marks that show."
A cruel smile grew on Mona's face. "How about over on that couch?" She set her purse down in the corner. "Lie down on your back, Doctor. I had to watch those men, so you're going to watch, too."
"That's the spirit, Mona," Mack Piersall said, attaching the cuffs to his wrists. "I think this will prove to be exceptionally therapeutic." He lay back, putting his arms over the upraised end of the couch.
Mona tightened the straps around the legs of the couch. She untangled the anklets and lashed Dr. Piersall's feet securely. "There. Now let's see you try to move."
Mona stood in the middle of the little room and surveyed the supine psychiatrist. He was spread-eagled on the dark leatherette, craning his neck to look at her. She grinned bitterly at him.
"You like to look at women, don't you?" Mona sneered. "You like to use us and rip us off and fuck us. A little bit of prick and you figure I'm all yours, huh?" Mona stalked over to the couch and opened his fly. She tugged the half-hard member out.
"What makes you think that's worth anything to me? It's not even hard yet!" Mona squeezed the spongy stem. "Haven't you men got anything better to show? All I got out of the first one I ever saw was a baby. I didn't even know how to cum until after Cindy was born!" Mona pulled the limber meat upward. "Come on, stud, where is it? Where's this hard-on that I'm supposed to crawl after?"
Mona dropped Piersall's cock. She walked to the cupboard. "There must be something more interesting down here. You didn't outfit this room so you could show your female patients a soft-on."
"That's good, Mona," Piersall said. "You're working into it very well. Strong negative transference."
"Shut up. I don't need a bunch of fake scientific crap from you!" Mona dragged more bonds out, spilling them over the floor. "Ah! A dildo! I should have stuck with one of these-they don't lie to you. They're hard all the time, and they don't drink up your booze and treat you like shit."
"They can't hold you when you're lonely, Mona," Piersall said softly.
"I told you to shut up! You're at my mercy for a change. I don't want one more goddamn word out of you!" Mona shouted. She fondled the smooth white plastic of the dildo. "I ought to ram this up your ass so you'll know how I felt last night." She unbuttoned her dark-green dress, letting the mock cock fall to the carpet.
Purple splotches appeared above the rim of Mona's brassiere. She walked back and forth at the foot of the couch, moving sensuously past the psychiatrist. Her full breasts overflowed the bra as she stooped to slide the dress down. Stepping out of it, Mona looked haughtily at Dr. Piersall.
"How does it feel, being helpless while I get naked in front of you? What's the big man think when I'd rather have a piece of plastic than his marvelous penis?" Mona stood with her legs spread, leering hostilely at him. Her beige bra and panties accented the slender fullness of her figure. The dark-brown stockings made her smooth legs gleam under the single naked bulb in the ceiling.
"Come on, where's the hard-on? I bet you look at pictures with more clothes on than this and it stands up. Let's see it, Mack." Mona ground her hips suggestively at him. "You want to see my tits? Here, look! All bruised, but a REAL man wouldn't mind. It was a real stud that did this to me!" Mona reached back and unhooked the catch. She bent forward and the cups fell away from her lush bosom.
Mona had exaggerated the bruises. Four purple marks ringed one nipple, but the creamy flesh looked cool and untouched everywhere else. She put her hands under the delectable mounds and squeezed them toward him. "Nice, huh? Here, watch my nipples stand up." She rubbed her thumbs across the coral dots and they stiffened instantly. "Would you like to kiss that, huh?" Mona put both hands around the unbruised breast. She ovaled her full lips and licked her tongue out lasciviously. Mona licked two fingers and rubbed the saliva into the rigid button of her nipple. It gleamed wetly, as juicy as a ripe cherry.
Mona knelt beside the couch. "Kiss it a little, Mack." She put her breast over his face, pulling away as his mouth approached. "No, just lick it. Maybe that will stiffen your prick."
Dr. Piersall stuck his tongue out, straining toward the coral nugget. Mona kept her luscious tit far enough away that he could just touch the tip. Mack bathed the sides of the little spire.
"That's right. Just a little bit," Mona gloated, straightening her spine. "None of that," she cautioned, stopping the doctor's lunge with her palm. "You only get what I want to give you, and when I want to give it."
Mona stood up again. "Well, it's getting a little harder," she said, flicking the lengthening member with her fingertips. "You'd better do more than that, Doctor, if you want to cure me," Mona laughed.
"What about pussy? Do you like pussy better?" Mona looked down at Dr. Piersall's body. She spread her knees wide and smoothed her beige panties over the sweet rise of her labia. The pout of her cuntlips showed through the cloth. Her thick bush was pressed flat against her mound, barely letting the vertical crease appear.
Mona pulled the waist of her panties down. A half-inch band of white skin showed between her garter belt and the curly fringe. Slowly, sensuously, Mona rotated her pelvis and slipped the cloth down. The garter straps appeared above her thumbs, lengthening deliberately as her pussy came into view.
"Is that doing anything for you, stud?" Mona asked. "Why, I do believe it's almost hard enough! How nice! Should I bring in my daughter, so you can teach her about it? A few dozen women off the street? Wouldn't you love to have us all here, hypnotized by the privilege of seeing that thing stand up?"
Mona saw that her words were having an effect. Dr. Piersall's therapeutic meat was growing wider and longer. She stopped sliding her panties and fluffed the freestanding hair above the waistband. "Do you like them bushy, or should I shave my snatch so you can see it better? Just tell me what you'd like, sweetie. I love to please men!" Half of her pussy showed, with the hair gleaming blue-black in the light.
"Do you, Mona?" Dr. Piersall queried. "Your voice doesn't sound as if you do."
"Oh, I do," Mona answered. Venomous snakes hissed in her voice and her long, elegant fingers curved into claws. "I really love men." Mona stood over him, her breasts heaving. She loosened his necktie.
"Let me show you how I love men and the way they treat me," she purred. Her grey eyes looked like chips of stone. Mona slid her panties down, stepping out of them with deliberate slowness. She ran her palms sensuously up her legs, caressing her sides, waist and breasts. "This body loves men. It's a good body." Mawkishly swift, Mona stooped, then pulled her panties over his head.
"You like the smell of my cunt? Ron thought I loved his boozy stink." Mona stretched the bikini tight over Dr. Piersall's face, mashing his nose with the crotch. Only his eyes and chin showed past the bizarre mask. "There. Isn't that nice?"
Mona stood, her hands on her hips. "God, you look absurd." She stripped his necktie off and ripped the front of his shirt open. The belt and his slacks were the work of a second. Mona pulled them down below his knees. "That's better. Comfortable, Doctor? Do you feel nice and sexy? You know, I'm supposed to get hot when some man has me helpless. Does it work for you?"
Mack Piersall didn't reply. He looked at her as soberly as he could. His prick stood clear of his belly, rigid as an oak spar. God damn! She is one helluva sexy woman. Those tits are the best I've ever seen and her pussy's perfect! I never saw such a thick, black bush on such white skin! And stockings and heels! Shit, does she know what she's doing to me? Now I see why her daughter makes my nuts roar.
"Well, does it make you hot? That prick's finally hard. Should I applaud you?" Mona asked. She walked back and forth at the foot of the couch. Her buttocks, bruised though they were, rolled fluidly as she moved away. Her pubic zone tipped from side to side with her high-heeled walk, the hairs gradually puffing out with each step.
Mona walked away, holding his necktie in one hand. It dragged behind her like a silky tail until she spun around. "I don't want your cock! I don't want you looking at me with a hard-on!" Mona lashed the tie across Mack Piersall's loins.
The narrow end of the cloth was too light to hurt. It wrapped around his cockshaft, pulling the stiff organ to the side. Dr. Piersall flinched from the blow. His prick vibrated back to center. The necktie flashed over his glans and the erotic thrill sliced his nerves to ribbons. He struggled in his bonds.
"You sonofabitch! You like it! God, what I'd do for a real man! All I get is souses and saps," Mona shrilled. She bent over the doctor's crotch and wrapped the necktie loosely around his penis. Mona stood back and examined her handiwork.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mack, I forgot," Mona said. She grabbed the tie and wadded it into a ball. "You men want cunt. Here, have some cunt, honey." She rubbed the slick cloth over her pussy. "Isn't that it?" She rewrapped his prick with the aromatic band. "You'd wade through boiling shit for a couple of pokes into somebody's snatch. Now you've got all you're gonna have of mine.
"Are you going to cum, Doctor? Does that excite you? Ron always thought his dirty mouth turned me on," Mona snarled. "What about it? It looks pretty hard!"
"Actually, watching you arouses me," Dr. Piersall said mildly. "You're an extremely attractive woman." The panties puffed out with his words. And I wish I'd met you outside the office. Just thinking about you and Cindy makes my balls ache!
"Well, get an eyeful, Mack. I don't need you. I don't need any man. I'm sick of getting fucked! Nobody ever makes love with me any more. I can do better myself," Mona said. Tears crept into her voice. "This pussy,"-she spread her labia showing him the deep-pink crevice,-"is better off without men. Men never did me any good. David died and left me with a kid to raise." Mona stroked the edges of her pussylips with both hands. "My mother had to raise me after Daddy left. You took me home from the hospital, and left me. What's wrong with you people? Why do I have to do it all myself?"
Mona picked up the dildo and caressed it. She fondled the smooth, porcelain-white model and her face softened. "This is all you men think I need, just a penis whenever you want to give it to me. And then you shoot off and go away." Mona brought the knob to the mouth of her vagina, parting her pussylips with two fingers. She worked the blunt end against her moistening flesh.
"Oh! There, you see? I don't need you." Mona moved the dildo back and forth, barely entering her abused channel. "I can do it." The pink valley between her labia darkened as she aroused herself further. Mona pressed the plastic prick deeper, rolling her hips.
"Ummhh! See? I don't-ahh-ram it in all the way. Just-yeah! A little at a time. That's nice," Mona crooned. She bent her knees out to the side. Her pelvis moved bonelessly, in easy, flowing ripples. An inch of the fake phallus slid into her moist pussy.
Mack watched Mona banging herself. She looked fantastically sensuous. Her mouth opened slowly and her tongue flickered over her full red lips. Her eyes had the soft, heavy-lidded gleam of passion. Mack's prick stiffened even more in the loose coils of his pussy-scented necktie. It became an iron bar growing from his belly.
The panties filtered his breath. Mack smelled Mona's pussy constantly. He knew his face was turning red under the thin cloth. The psychiatrist's neck ached from the strain of watching the lovely woman with the dildo.
"Oh, that's good," Mona hummed. "You like watching me, don't you?" The dildo glistened with her juices as Mona moved it slowly in and out of her vagina. She flexed her legs, moving her entire body up and down on the phony prick. "I can cum this way, Doctor, I can cum a lot this way." Mona closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her slender throat showed every delicate line and muscle, bobbing in time with the deep penetrations in her pussy.
Mona's magnificent breasts flattened as she arched her back. She murmured tiny love sounds to herself as the tempo slowly increased, "Oh, now! That's the way, Mona. Gawd, it's so beautiful. It feels so nice, so very nice!" She grasped the fist-sized knob at the base of her pussy-pleaser and moved it in slow circles.
Mack Piersall moved his hips in tiny fuck-motions. The excited, penetrated aroma of Mona's pussy set fire to his brain. He could smell her arousal through the panties. His cock was unbelievably hard. He pulled at the straps that tethered him to the couch, wanting to break loose and take Mona on the spot.
Mona brought one hand to her breast. She caressed the creamy mound and the nipple stood up, hard and red. Watching her caress the firm springiness made Dr. Piersall's hands burn with need.
"I love it! It fills me up-oowwhh!-so good! I'm starting to cum, Doctor," Mona gasped. "I could keep on all day!" Her hairdo fell apart more with each lascivious, swaying motion of her head.
Mona staggered up from the foot of the couch. "I-I always wanted a man to watch me," she groaned. "It's so beautiful this way!" Her pussy was less than a foot from Dr. Piersall's face.
Mona put both hands on the base of the dildo and increased the tempo of her lewd strokes. Her inner cuntlips were crimson, clinging wetly to the plastic shaft. Each languid withdrawal pulled the soft petals outward until the end of her clitoris winked in the light. The in-strokes were faster, hiding the fiery button. Her vagina made moist noises with the dildo's movements, kissing and sucking at the lecherous device.
Mack Piersall drooled at the sight. He felt the heat radiating from Mona's crotch, bathing his skin with lubricious warmth. He watched every contractions of her sphincter on the dildo. The black cuntal hair framed his vision. He could see nothing but white plastic moving in the wet crimson of her orgasmic flesh.
Gumming on and on, Mona sank toward the floor. The psychiatrist's muscles cramped against the bonds as he tried to keep his eyes on the spectacle of Mona's orgasm.
Mona muttered as her face sunk onto the couch. "What? What is it, Mona?" Dr. Piersall asked. His whole body ached with the torment of watching her tempting actions.
"Grease," she whispered. "I want some grease."
"In the cupboard," Mack answered, confused. She can't be getting dry! I can hear how wet she is!
Mona rose to her feet. She was bent over, still sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. Mack Piersall watched the grey-pink bud of her rectum open and close with each step. Her buttocks clenched and melted in time to her orgasmic panting. Psychodrama props clattered from the shelves as the near-nude woman searched.
She teetered back, still wearing her high-heeled shoes. Mona bit her lip, concentrating, trying to keep the fuck-movements going in her pussy. She clutched a jar in one hand.
"I'm a slut," she said. "I came while they raped me. I sucked them and they fucked me, and I kept cumming," Mona knelt next to the couch. "They hurt me. I wanted to throw up, but I kept cunming." She smeared grease roughly on Mack Piersall's prick.
"The only thing they missed was my ass. I deserved it! That's the only way I didn't cum!" Mona dropped the jar. She straddled his legs. Her full breasts hung above the psychiatrist's bound ankles. "Ron kept saying he was going to do it, but he didn't. They all left. Even those fucking animals left me!"
Mack was baffled. I should say something. I should do something to help her. She's in the middle of a psychotic break. I never had anything go this far! I never saw such a beautiful ass. My god! She's leaving the dildo in her cunt! How could a man abuse a pussy with that much control?
She's actually going to do it! Mona's greasing her ass! The dildo 's moving while she holds my prick!
Mona grasped his organ with one hand and held it upright. It was as hard as a crowbar. Mack rolled his hips, arching his back to keep her from wrenching the meat off his body.
She put a hand on one smooth asscheek, trying to pry herself open. "Please, Doctor! I need to have my ass fucked! Please help! Help me get it into me!" Mona whimpered, trying to see between her spread thighs.
The knob on the end of the dildo was in the way. Mona saw nothing but the doctor's hairy sac. She lowered her hips an inch at a time, moving the greased tip of his prick until it touched her rectum. Mona mewed with frustration when it didn't slip in immediately.
"Oh, goddammit, PLEASE! I need it," she moaned. "Nobody ever gave it to me. Not ever, no ever, ever! Even Ron didn't, and he said he would, but he didn't! Oh! Uh-huh, yes! Fuck, fuck me, fuck my ass, Doctor!"
Mack strained upward. The ring of muscle clamped shut, then opened for a fraction of a second. Every time Mona tried to lodge his tool in her ass, their jabs were too late. Again and again, Mack Piersall tried to shove his cock into his patient's asshole.
Mona sat down on his prick. She had the tip barely captured. It stuck right at the entrance to her ass. She released the shaft and pried her buttocks apart with both hands. "Oh, there! Come on, come on! Th-th-there, yes, like that! I'm getting it, Mack! Fuck, fuck! I'm spli-spli-splitting in ha-half!" Her sphincter slowly accepted the invading shaft. Mona clawed at her ass-cleavage, trying to open further. The muscle contracted as the broad edges of Dr. Piersall's glans passed, and Mona knew she'd won the battle.
"Oh gawd, that's good," she hummed. "I need it so bad!" Mona slid down on the grease-slicked wand until her guts rebelled against the steely intruder. She rode up and down on it.
Mack Piersall lay on his back under her. He could move only his head and his cock. The psychiatrist rolled his hips with the rhythm of Mona's languorous ass-strokes. The beauty of Mona's back and the greasy feeling in his loins cut into him like a knife.
Mona sat up on the doctor's thick pole. Her thighs flexed, moving her violated flesh along the shaft. She felt the blinding power of her first long cum returning.
Mona lay slowly back, straightening her legs. She moved against Mack's prick with fluid rolls of her hips. Her body had never felt so incredibly full.
Her hands went down to the base of the dildo. Each rocking move of her hips brought her alternately toward Mack's prick and away from the dildo. She slid the plastic tool in and out of her cunt with accelerating strokes.
Mack began to moan under her. He felt the mock-cock pressing against his prick through the thin membrane. Her ass gripped him like a pulsing band while the dildo milked up and down on his cum-tube.
Mona gasped and grunted as she moved faster. "Oh, yeah, I'm cumming ... come on, you too, you too! Fill me, fuck! Fill me up, Mack! Make me feel it, please! Do it soon, please? Oh, Mack, Mack, ahh, ahh ... GAAAH! GOD DAMN! EEAAHH!" she yodeled.
Mona writhed and spasmed around the two impaling cocks. She jammed the dildo brutally into her pussy, grinding the base against her clit. Her ass clenched tight around Mack's prick. Her heels dug into the couch and she dragged herself down, down, until the lewd fullness reached her throat.
Mack arched his back, raising them both off the couch. Huge gouts of seed burst from his prick. His pistoning member drove the cum far into her guts, washing Mona's innards. The furry feeling of her ass turned to an agonizing slickness that seared his cockhead.
Mona screamed, grinding her loins against both weapons long after Mack had collapsed under her. The mind-wrenching orgasm went on and on, filling her brain and body until she passed out, still impaled on his captive prick and the dildo.
Chapter Seven
Four days later, Cindy met Dr. Piersall in the hall leading to his office. "What did you tell my mother last week?" she asked. "She's acting really weird."
"In what way?" Mack asked. "How has your mother's behavior changed, Cindy?" He gestured toward his examining room and followed her in. At least Mona didn't tell her. The county psychiatric association would have my ass if they heard about it!
But that's nothing compared to what they'd do if they could read my mind right now. I've been thinking about comparing Cindy's ass with her mother's all weekend. Maybe I'd better wear a wrestler's cup next time I see either of these two. I'm stiff as a poker from talking to her!
"Oh, I don't know. It's hard to explain, you know? She had this kinda goofy smile when she came in Friday, but she hassled me about my homework all night. God, I stayed home from school because I was too worried about her to think straight, and she had to keep talking about homework! It's not like her, Doctor." Cindy watched Mack Piersall put on a white smock. Her pretty face was troubled. "What did you talk about?"
"Now, Cindy, I explained to you that it's up to your mother to tell you what we discuss. I can't tell you about it any more than I can tell her what we talk about. It's not ethical," the psychiatrist stated. "Did you bring your X-ray and the test results?"
"Yeah, they're right here." Cindy handed him a large brown envelope. "Why do I need this junk? What does my chest have to do with my head?"
"We have to make sure there's nothing organically wrong with you before we can treat your behavioral problems." Mack held the X-ray up to the light. "There's a robe behind that screen. Take off your clothes and put it on, please."
"Shouldn't Marsi be in here with us, Doctor?" Cindy asked in her sweetest tone.
"I don't think it's necessary, Cindy. I'll call her if you insist, but I think that our relationship is well enough defined that you needn't bother yourself about her presence." Besides, I was sleeping with her long enough that she'd spot this hard-on in a second! She can't compare to your mom, sweetie.
"So why is she acting like that?" Cindy asked, her words punctuated by silky rustlings. Mack Piersall looked up from the test report to see one naked arm hanging up a blouse behind the screen.
"It was a very traumatic experience for her, Cindy. Don't be surprised if your mother acts strangely. Her whole self-image has been changed since that incident." He caught a glimpse of one silhouetted breast. The doctor involuntarily rubbed his crotch. All of his attention focused on the moving shadow of Cindy's nubile young body.
"I thought you were supposed to help her get over it," the girl said. Cindy slid her panties down her full thighs. She paused before putting the gown on, then grinned impishly. She fluffed the dark-brown thatch of her pubes.
"Who? Over what?" Piersall said absently. He couldn't tell what the girl was doing. He strained his eyes, trying to penetrate the screen.
Good! Now he's thinking about me. Being naked this close to him makes my pussy feel really neat, Cindy thought. "My mother," she said. "I thought you were supposed to, oh, whatever you guys do to make her forget about being raped. How come she's still acting weird about it?" Cindy stepped from behind the cloth screen, the backless gown over her arm.
She stood for a moment in front of him, then pirouetted, finishing with her arms outspread in a curtsy. Her perfectly round breasts were just bigger than the palm of a man's hand, and the cool room made her nipples stand up. The circles of pinkish-brown around the tips crinkled and flattened as she stood there.
Cindy's waist was slimmer than her full thighs would make you believe. Her lower belly swelled slightly, sensuously, before dipping to a little indentation above her Venus' mound. Her fluffed pussyhair stood out a finger's-width, barely hiding the rich line of her labia. Her cunny was breathtakingly lovely when she stood straight again, tight and well-padded, with a lewd space showing at the top of her thighs. The pale band of untanned flesh was deliciously pink, making her hips look even more beautifully rideable than they already were.
"Put the gown on, Cindy," Dr. Piersall said sternly. "I'll call Marsi in!"
"You wouldn't! Besides, I got to look at you last time," Cindy proclaimed. "It's only fair that you should look at me." She watched him closely, then sighed and wiggled into the gown.
"That gown is to protect your modesty, what you have of it," Dr. Piersall told her. "There are appropriate times for nudity, but this is not one of them. You were sent to me to get rid of this morbid curiosity of yours, but I see now that it's more serious than I'd thought. It's very rare for a girl your age to be an exhibitionist, but I should have considered it when I first saw you."
"Oh, come on, Doctor! That's not science, it's religious nonsense! Nobody ever says that nudists are sick. I read in the paper that some of them are lots healthier than practically anybody," Cindy said.
"Many of these clinical problems are not apparent to the untrained eye," Dr. Piersall huffed. "As your understanding of mental health grows, I'm sure you'll realize how many really sick people there are." He rummaged in a cabinet, added, "Would you sit on the table, please?"
Cindy hopped up onto the table. "I'm sorry, Doctor," she said meekly. "I didn't mean to make you mad at me. It's just, well, I thought you liked me. The way you look at me makes me feel good, in a kind of nervous way, so I wanted to see if you ... when I'm naked, if ... " She put her hands in her lap and studied her fingers.
Dr. Piersall began his examination by peering into the pretty brunette's eyes. "I'm not angry, Cindy. I'm trying to be very objective, it's my job. I am a trained professional and it's my duty to point out your symptoms to you." He hooked his stethoscope and listened to Cindy's back.
My God! What smooth warm skin! This kid's a super female. I never used to even look at girl her age, but it's all I can do to keep my hands off her. I've got such a hard-on I can't think straight! And those tits! I could gnaw those cupcakes right off of her. Jesus! I'm drooling!
Cindy put her shoulders back and drew a huge breath when Dr. Piersall moved around to listen to her chest. Her breasts made the gown stand out in twin tents, with a little extra peak at each nipple. The psychiatrist's hands shook as he moved the head of the instrument around.
"What symptoms, Doctor?" Cindy asked. "You told me yourself it was okay for me to play with-to touch myself. You're going to be looking at all of me anyway, so why can't I just be naked?"
The doctor's prick throbbed as he answered. "I don't know if I should say it, Cindy. Your actions today force me, though we don't like to give such painful diagnoses so early in therapy." Dr. Piersall blushed. Cindy had been watching his hand while he rubbed his crotch. Knock it off, Doctor! She'll be all over you if you don't cool it, just like last week. You can't afford to get involved with her! She's a borderline nymphomaniac!
"Well, go on, Doctor. What is it?" Cindy asked, raising her eyes to his face. Her pussy heated under the thin white gown, and she thought, I'd sure love to suck that penis again, but this time I'd rather see it shoot. I don't even know what the stuff looks like. I bet it would feel nice on my skin, though-all warm and thick and slippery.
"It's just a tendency," Mack Piersall began, "but we should work on it." He touched her shoulders and laid her down on the table. "One of the major signs of schizophrenia is ... how should I put it? We psychiatrists call it disorganized behavior. Schizophrenics don't always do the right things when they're around other people and when they do the right things, it's often at the wrong time. Their emotional reactions, for instance, aren't the same as normal people would show in similar circumstances-that's known as 'incongruity of effect'."
"I don't understand what that has to do with me," Cindy stated. "I mean, when people find out my daddy's dead, they tell me they're sorry, like they expect me to start crying. It's been years, you know?" She put her feet in the stirrups and the gown fell away from her shapely legs. "And I have good table manners-I KNOW how to act in public. I'm not one of those skits-skitzo-freaks!"
Dr. Piersall sat on the edge of the examining table, trying to ignore Cindy's wide-open pussy. "That's one of the biggest problems in psychiatry. We're only beginning to make people understand that they can be mentally ill and not realize it. You see, Cindy, we can't cure anyone who won't admit that he or she has a problem. The first step in cases like yours is getting you to achieve insight into your problem. You have to help me to cure you, if you don't, I'll be forced to discharge you, and the school may expel you." He waited for her response, thinking, I don't want to terminate this patient, not at all. I'm becoming more and more convinced that she needs my help. I wish I could make her see how sick she really is. It's very difficult to concentrate on helping her when she's lying here waiting for me to inspect her pussy! He moved to the foot of the table, pulling the gown up over ht outstretched knees. The doctor was still drooling, his nostrils flaring to collect the aroma of Cindy's loins.
"Okay," Cindy said. "So what's the problem I have to admit?"
"It's not so much what you've done-except for leaving the gown off-as it is the way you do it," Piersall explained. Damn! I forgot my finger stall! Well I'm sure Cindy's clean-I'll just do without it. "For instance, looking into the boys' gym. Lots of young girls want to find out about boys' bodies, but it's abnormal to get a ladder and look in on them, as you did." His pulse was racing as he opened Cindy's sweet little pussy. Beautiful! Full, tight labia, just enough hair to make it look ... shy. What a perfect handful! It looks even better than her mother's vulva. Honey, this snatch of yours is a dream!
Cindy rocked her hips up without being told. She liked feeling the doctor's hands on her intimate flesh. The little brunette wished he'd left the cloth down-she wanted to watch him examining her cunny. She thought about touching Dr. Piersall's penis and felt the blush starting in her pussylips.
"Doctor Piersall," Cindy purred, "aren't you supposed to check inside me, too?" The little girl pressed down, remembering how she'd made herself open for her fingers the night before. She wanted the psychiatrist to see how pink and damp her vagina was.
Mack Piersall was astonished. Cindy's pussy was winking open, then slowly closing right before his eyes. "Ahh, yes. I was just about to do that, Cindy." His palms were sweaty. He wiped both hands on his smock. "Would you relax yourself again, please?"
Cindy pressed, and her pussymouth opened. She hissed when Dr. Piersall put his finger in, and the sphincter automatically closed around the digit.
"Sorry," Mack said.
"It doesn't hurt," Cindy said, "it feels nice." She hunched down toward the foot of the table. She tried to ease his finger's entrance again, thinking, More, please! I wish I could see you and touch your penis. I bet it's good and hard right now.
God, she's wet. Her cunt's taking my finger in, whether I want it to or not! That must be how her mother did that thing with the dildo, moving it in and out with no hands! I wonder if it's hereditary? Dr. Piersall mused. He felt the sticky, pre-cum fluid oozing from his cockhead. The hairs under his navel were wet with the juice.
"Doctor, please," Cindy whispered. She pulled the skirt of the gown from her knees and looked into his eyes.
The psychiatrist was startled. He'd never had a female act like this during a pelvic. All through his schooling, they'd resented the invasion of hands and instruments.
The look on Cindy's face hit him like a blow. The pretty girl was begging. Her grey eyes were soft with erotic need. Her tongue flickered over her lips, hungering for more lewd contact. She looked like a pleading ghost, with her disembodied face hovering in the vee of her thighs. His hand moved slowly to and fro in her pussy.
"Yes, like that," Cindy murmured. "That feels good." She struggled out of the backless gown and threw it to the floor. "Let me see you," she pleaded, pleaded.
Dr. Piersall shrugged out of his white smock, switching hands on Cindy's pussy. Cindy held his hand against her labia while he undid his tie. The short brown hairs were glistening with her flowing moisture now, and the doctor began to sweat. He looked from her face to her lovely pussy, licking his lips.
"C-could you kiss me there?" Cindy breathed. "Please kiss me like I did you." Her girlish voice grew husky when she asked the doctor for the favor.
"I'd love to," Dr. Piersall whispered. "I've never seen such a beautiful body. You have the prettiest pussy in the world, Cindy!" He lowered his face to her loins.
"Oooohh," Cindy crooned. She put her hands on the back of his head. The feather-soft kisses on the tenderest part of her thighs put goose pimples all over her naked body. She tried to drag his mouth to her vagina, but he blocked her attempt. The anticipation of his lips and tongue on her sensitive cunny made Cindy whimper.
Mack Piersall kissed all along the inside of each thigh, then he ran the tip of his tongue across the top edge of her cuntal hair. He could barely keep himself from diving into her precious vulvae. He kept his fingertips on the mound, stroking the soft fur. His free hand unbuttoned his shirt.
Cindy watched the top of his head. She ached to feel his kisses on her clitty or at the mouth of her vagina, but she wanted to fondle his virile staff as well. "Please don't tease me," she moaned. "Do it, Doctor!"
The psychiatrist let his pants fall. He wasn't going to let the young girl's hurry spoil his sensual delight in her pussy. He turned his head sideways and gathered part of her cuntal tuft between his lips. He pulled back letting the soft curls thread out of his mouth. Her sigh was gratifying, long and quivery.
Cindy couldn't believe how many ways the doctor had to delay the direct kisses she craved. Every motion brought him closer to the twin centers of her hot feelings. She knew that the wondrous release of her orgasm would start almost immediately, if only he would touch her eager clitty.
Naked save for his socks, Dr. Piersall touched his tongue to the outer edge of Cindy's mons. She shuddered, raising her wide, firm buttocks up off the table. He pulled his head back. "Not yet, honey," he said.
"Yes, now! I want to feel you licking inside there," Cindy wheedled. "Let me touch you, too! I love your penis, Doctor!"
The psychiatrist's cock was raging, stiff as a granite pillar. Her words made a charge of cum gather inside the manly tube. He thought, She's very disturbed. Women don't do this with their doctors unless they're mentally ill. He licked down the outside of her labia, between the hot little pads and the crease of her thighs. Shocked, he realized that he was glad she was crazy. He couldn't resist her.
Mack Piersall moved around the table. He guided the little girl's hand to his prick. She started stroking up and down, sliding the stretched skin over his glans, then back along the shaft.
The examining table was the perfect height. Cindy could reach his cock easily, and the doctor could kiss her pussy without bending double.
As the tempo of Cindy's jackstrokes increased, Dr. Piersall's tongue ran closer to the delicate crevice of her cunny. The lovely little brunette was moving insistently, and he kissed every inch of the tapering vee over and over. It was getting harder for Mack to hold himself in check.
At last he put his tongue to her vagina. The virginal passageway was slippery with Cindy's lewd juices, and his tongue ran in, full length. He slithered in and out, licking at every sensuous nerve around her hole.
Cindy writhed on the table. Her hand squeezed his cock tighter, circling the organ like a little iron band. "Oh, right there! Oh, love, I can't stand it! Don't stop licking me!" Her legs flexed, levering her creamy ass upward. She bore down in the stirrups, trying to push her pussy into his mouth.
Mack Piersall didn't want Cindy to cum yet. He wanted to spin the sensations out, introducing voluptuous new feelings to the girl until his cock spewed its lava over her. He deliberately stayed away from her clitoris. That button might prove too sensitive, setting her off before he was ready to shoot.
Mack put both hands on the girl's firm asscheeks. Cindy gasped at the touch. The whole width of her vase-like hips seemed to open for his mouth and hands. She whimpered with indecision, trying to capture his face with her cunny while she flexed her buttocks against his hands.
Cindy wanted to cum. She begged, "Please, Doctor, kiss my clitty, make me feel better. I want to have it happen, please!" She let go of his prick and laid both hands on his head. The little brunette was struggling, trying to force him into a clitoral kiss.
Mack held his neck stiff. His hips were rocking though he relaxed his loins, hoping to delay his own cum. No matter how hard Cindy tried to pull his mouth into position over her clitoris, he kept lavishing kisses on her vagina. Over and over, his tongue flickered into the little channel like a snake, slicing chilly heat into every nerve.
His eyes were wide open. He watched the hot flush come into her lovely cheeks. Her puckered rectum opened and closed as if it were gasping when he drove his tongue into her pussy. Mack rubbed his belly across Cindy's erect nipples, driving all the sensation he could into her young body.
Cindy was weeping. "It's beautiful! I want it, please give me the rest of it," she keened. Her voice rose and fell with her feverish gasps. Mack's tongue and hands were bombarding her with voluptuous sensations, never letting her come to her peak.
Mack looked at the fluttering rosebud of her ass and thought of Cindy's mother. Little dribbles of cum leaked from his cockhead as he remembered the way Mona had wrung out his prick with her rectum. Slightly fearful, he pulled his tongue out of Cindy's vagina and licked across her ass.
Oho! Cindy loves it! This patient really needs me, just as her mother does, Dr. Piersall told himself. He plunged his tongue at her asshole.
At, but not into. Cindy let out a squeal at the contact. She clenched all her sphincters. The novelty shocked her briefly but the little brunette let the bud open again when the doctor's skilled hand caressed her mons. She melted, loosening all over when his tongue entered the tiny passage again. The feeling was decadent, rich" with forbidden lewdness, and Cindy loved it. She grabbed for his cock and started jerking at it with both hands.
Mack Piersall reveled in the rubbery tightness of Cindy's ass. It wasn't as wet or silky as her vagina, but there was an opulent luxury to the feeling. Just past the little ring, the back road opened out a bit, giving the psychiatrist enough room to ream around with the tip of his tongue. He pushed her luscious cheeks together and half-smothered in the bountiful warmth of her flesh.
A knowledge that had evaded the doctor for years came back to him. He remembered an episode from his early teens. There is nothing as wonderfully sensuous as a young girl's ass. They are firm and sweet, with textures that will drive you crazy. If I could fuck her like I did her mother, I'd be in heaven. Gawd, if I could just grab her titties and feel this muscle around my prickhead!
Cindy felt a new sensation rising in her belly. She knew she was about to cum, but the strange violation of her rectum distracted her. She pleaded with the doctor, saying, "Please take me! I want you! Please, stop doing that! Don't stop with your hand! Let me feel you come into me, please! I'm ready for it!"
Mack sucked forcefully at her asshole. He plunged his tongue in repeatedly. Despite the girl's plea, he didn't want to surrender her rectum. He'd waited two decades to have a little girl's ass to lick again, and he wouldn't give it up for the world.
He went on and on, filled with ecstasy. He forgot about the two childish hands that jacked at his prick. The only thing that slowed his ravenous glee was the rising volume of Cindy's wailing.
"Fuck me! Please put your thing into me, Doctor! PLEASE FUCK ME! I NEED IT NOW!" Cindy wept and struggled. She tried to twist her neck around until she could suck at his prick, but the doctor kept his virile wand out of her reach. Her slippery juices flowed like a little river, coating his chin. The room was full of the scent of her pussy and his hot maleness.
Mack Piersall put his hand over the womanchild's mouth. She bit his fingers, clenching all her muscles with the violence of her cum. She screamed, "FUCK ME!!!" again when he jerked his hand away.
Shit! Can Marsi hear her? Is my next patient waiting out there? he wondered. Mack gave up her rosebud and turned around. "Are you sure Cindy?" he panted. "Do you really want it?"
"I'll die if you don't," she husked. "Gawd, give it to me!"
Mack kissed her deeply, driving his tongue into her mouth. The voracious heat of Cindy's suction surprised him. He'd forgotten how passionate his first little lover had been at the same age. He mentally blessed the stirrups that held her feet up wide, easing his way into her vagina.
Cindy thought she would pass out with her extreme lust. She'd started that weird cum with his tongue in her rectum, and now the taste of her pussy and ass on his mouth drove her crazy. Her hands held his face against hers and she kissed him with every bit of the fervent passion that raged in her tender body.
Mack put his glans against her vagina. Cindy's ass was halfway off the bottom edge of the table, exposing her pussy perfectly. The wide-flung sprawl of her thighs wouldn't let him miss that juicy, virginal opening. He rubbed his dickhead up and down in the slit until Cindy began to cry out again.
Cindy tried to unwind her tight-coiled nerves, but the touch of Mack's cockhead against her extended clitoris made her spasm again. "Please just do it, just put it into me," she begged. "I need it bad!"
Mack stood up in front of her. He aimed his cock at the orifice with one hand and looked tenderly at the thirteen-year-old. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "You're the most wonderful girl in the world." He pressed forward, spreading her pussylips with his fingers.
"Aahh, yes, in there," Cindy said, reaching up for him. She lay on her back, completely at his mercy, completely ready to feel his cock sliding into her virginal pussy. "Please go easy- I don't know if I'm big enough to take all of you."
"You are, honey," Dr. Piersall answered her. "Very gently. You'll see." He pried her inner cuntlips open around his thick knob and took a fraction of an inch of her little channel.
"Yeah, now some more," Cindy muttered. "It hurts a little bit, but I don't want you to stop." Her body and brain were strangely calmer now, and she waited for the mass to invade her most private parts.
"It won't hurt much, baby," the psychiatrist said. He felt clear-headed for the first time since he'd seen her that day. His crotch simmered, but his mind detached itself from the urgency of his balls. Slowly, with surgical care, Dr. Piersall pressed further, then withdrew halfway.
"Umm-humm," Cindy purred. The feeling was getting nicer and nicer as her vagina opened around his cock. The pain was insignificant. She felt the wide wings of his cockhead pass the tight mouth of her pussy, and her tense muscles relaxed a little more.
Mack was amazed. Cindy had been so hotly ready before he put his cock against her cunt that he had almost no trouble entering her. Her hymen stretched easily around his glans. He was almost halfway in already.
Cindy reached up and touched his hands. He leaned forward a little, sliding his cock in and out of her delectable cunny. Waves of tender emotion swept over them, Cindy glad that he'd finally satisfied her need to be filled, Mack happy that he'd at last recalled his first time and could now re-enact it with Cindy.
Smoothly going deeper and deeper, Dr. Piersall caressed the firm mounds of Cindy's bosom. He nearly passed out from the combination of lascivious feelings, with her warm cunny wrapped around his slow-thrusting cock and her cool breasts under his fingers. Her pink-brown nipples stood up and he rolled them under his palms.
Cindy knew that she was going to start cumming again, but she didn't care. Every nerve in her body was shimmering, vibrating with a psychedelic combination of excitement and happiness. She moved her hips in response to Dr. Piersall's gentle strokes, taking more of his pleasing organ into her loins with each move. The delicious feelings went on and on, and Cindy lost track of her surroundings. All she knew was that it was Dr. Piersall with her, and that he was slowly sliding his prick further into her pussy.
Mack felt the easy, rhythmic pulses of Cindy's relaxed orgasm. He caressed her belly and her thighs, then put his hands on her lush cheeks again. His pubic bone met hers. After a few seconds of completely engaged closeness, he could no longer distinguish her pussy from his cock. Their flesh was welded, fluidly meshing as if their bodies would never part.
The slow, sensuous fucking went on for minutes that seemed like days. Sweat rose on their skins and dried. The stark white room was filled with their sensations and the soft, wet noises of their merged bodies. Mack came up onto the table and lay on top of Cindy. She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his torso.
Cindy could have lain under him forever, she thought. Her hips cradled him effortlessly, moving as easily as a boat at anchor. He held his weight off her chest with his elbows and kissed all around her throat.
Slowly, the couple became aware of a change. Mack's rhythm grew more urgent. Cindy felt his belly stiffening on hers.
"Will you ... ?" she asked. "Are you going to cum?"
"In a little bit," Dr. Piersall answered. "I'm almost sorry I have to." He grew more aware of his prick moving in the silky wetness of her cuntwalls.
Cindy tightened her grip around his back. She concentrated on the feelings in her pussymouth and clit. "Is that better?" she asked, clenching her cunt around the base of his shaft.
"Ohh, yes," Mack said. "I think so, Cindy." He kissed her mouth again, matching the rhythm of his tongue to the steady thrusts of his cock.
"Ummmm," Cindy growled, wrestling her tongue against his. She thrust into his mouth, feeling him stiffen yet again. The little brunette ran her hands up and down the psychiatrist's back, hoping to excite him more.
Mack put his hands on her cheeks. They were flexing ceaselessly as she rocked her pelvis, and the lewd changes in tension made him hotter.
Cindy ground heartily at him. Her hands barely reached to his buttocks, but the young girl tried to press him deeper anyway. Every move she made brought a response from the doctor, stiffening his muscles or speeding his virile thrusts. She dug her nails into his ass, and the fireworks started.
Mack gasped. The pain started a contraction that ran from his guts to the end of his prick. He felt the claws dig in with every cockthrust, and he poured all his masculine force against her pussy. The strokes became jabs, and the jabs grew harder and harder.
Cindy pulled her mouth away from his and encouraged him with words. "Yes, that's it, fuck! Fuck! Hard, yes, hard! Harder! Faster! Faster!" With each word she threw her cunt up at his descending meat. His pubic arch struck bruisingly against her clit. The background pulses of her ongoing cum rose in her, making the girl drive herself against him.
Mack kneaded her ass savagely. He felt the boiling sperm rising, felt his cockhead swelling in her cunt. He pulled far back, then banged hard against her. Her profane advice made the charge in his balls increase, building until he knew the next stroke would bust his nuts.
But then it was the next stroke that would do it; then the next. Holding his cum in from heartbeat to heartbeat, Mack drove his cock into the child's pussy. Cindy worked hard, wringing his prick with her cunt and gouging his ass with her sharp nails. Mack shook with the strain of keeping the cum inside.
Cindy cried silently, tears streaming onto the table. She could feel the tension in him and she wanted to speed the release. Her own orgasm kept tearing at her cunt. It almost made her lose the urgent beat of their coupled fuckstrokes. She raged inside.
Mack tried to say, "Just a second, honey," as he started another final thrust. All that came out was a strangled, "Achh-hh!" and his cock leaped inside her cunt with the firehose force of the cum.
Cindy screamed like she'd fallen off a cliff. The jolting power of her cum racked her body, tossing her around on the table. Even the great gouts of sperm that blasted into her womb were nothing compared to her overpowering orgasm. She begged for it to never stop as she absorbed the awesome force of her doctor's seed. Her hips bucked and she thought her cunt would tear Dr. Piersall's prick from his body. She gasped, "Mack!" and fell apart.
Her arms and legs flailed in the air. She rode the table like a bucking horse, tossing the doctor's heavier body with her pelvic jerks. The metal stirrups clanked as Cindy drummed her feet. The little girl's sharp nails drew blood from the psychiatrist's ass.
Mack's jism blasted from his prick. It felt like a flooding river as his cock shot the viscid semen into her cunt. Every bit of his life spurted into the little girl's body. She's only thirteen! She's just a child! he thought, and his cum went on and on.
Cindy drowned in the orgasm that swept her and the delightful thickness of Dr. Piersall's cock. Even when he at last lay still, pressing her down on the table, the marvelous fullness kept her suspended in lusty delirium. I should pass out! I can't stand this! It's too fantastically beautiful! the little girl told herself. Aloud, she kept whispering, "Mack! Oh, Doctor, dear Doctor!" until they both lay motionless on the table, glued together in lusty fulfillment.
Chapter Eight
Mona Russell sat on the couch in her living room. The clock across the room told her that Cindy should be home soon. She picked up the telephone again, then set it down. Twenty minutes left.
There were still faint traces of bruises on Mona's white skin, but she was recovered from the light concussion she'd suffered on the golf course. Wearing only a frilly robe, the lovely black-haired woman had been turning an appointment card over and over in her fingers. "A charge will be made for appointments cancelled with less than forty-eight hours' notice," it said, and that time was approaching. She had worn the ink from the front of the pasteboard.
Mona didn't know if she wanted to see Dr. Piersall again. After her brazen behavior in his psychodrama room, she didn't know what he thought of her. Had he told Cindy about her masturbating in front of him? Mona still blushed when she thought of greasing his cock and stuffing it into her rectum.
He didn't seem to blame me. He said it wasn't my fault that I was raped. Even my bartenders have been nicer-I think they've quite tapping the till. Joel walks me to the car at closing, and that's nice of him.
I wish I'd never gone to the police. When Ron's wife came in, it was terrible! The names she called me! I didn't know he was married, but I can see why he wouldn't tell anybody about her. Fat, foulmouthed, she looks like she's more of a lush than he is. How does that woman expect ME to know where he is? Nobody's seen him since that night-I'd be the last person she should ask, after what he did.
I guess I'd better go on seeing Dr. Piersall. The way I've been at home can't be doing Cindy any good. I wonder if the doctor told her what I did? Damn me! I shouldn't be taking it out on her. She's all I've got!
Except the bar, and I'm going to lose that if I can't act a little happier when I'm there. I think I'm actually driving customers away! But what can I do? I'm just so afraid of them, the way they look at me. All of them know about it. Why didn't they at least hint that Ron was married?
Mona looked back at the telephone, then at the clock. She stood up and started pacing back and forth. Her bare feet were silent on the thick carpet. She moved with the easy, controlled power of a caged lioness. The lavender robe parted, trailing behind her. The darker ruffles at each side of the opening framed her melon-like breasts. Her nipples stood up as the fluttering cloth brushed across them when she turned at each end of the room.
Suddenly she stopped pacing. Mona walked to the tall mirror in the hall and began to talk to it. "Doctor Piersall, what do you think of me?" She put a very serious expression on her face and answered.
"Well, Mrs. Russell, I think you are a very troubled young woman."
"What can I do about my problems, Doctor? I know I'm troubled, but what can I do?"
In her deepest voice, she spoke to her reflection. "Why don't we discuss what you want? That would help me to tell you what we can do about your problems."
"Oh, crap! How's talking going to help? All I need is some man, somebody who's not a drunken loser to help me take care of Cindy. I don't want to spend all my money talking to you." She stopped. No, that's not true. I felt better in that room downstairs. It was like, oh, like I got as dirty as I could, and then he helped me feel a little clearer. I'm glad I didn't hurt him, like I meant to do at first. I guess the real trouble is that I feel like I should tell Cindy, but I don't dare.
It's too late to cancel for Thursday, anyway. I'll ask him about it, and if he doesn't think it will hurt anything, I'll tell her. This is the first thing I've hidden from her in years-not that I could hide my men. I wonder why I make so much noise when I cum.
Mona heard Cindy's key scratching in the lock. She quickly closed the front of her robe, knotting the belt. A quick tug at the lapels and her voluptuous breasts were hidden again.
"Mom! What are you doing home?" Cindy piped. "I thought you'd be at the bar by now."
Mona swept across the carpet, holding her arms wide. "I wanted to be here when you came in, honey. Let me give you a big hug to make up for the way I've been treating you!"
Cindy burrowed her head into the pillowy comforts of Mona's bosom, then remembered how she still reeked of Dr. Piersall's sweat and her own cunty juices. "Thanks, Mom. I'm glad you feel better." Cindy broke away. "I really have to take a shower. The school bus was really cruddy today. None of the windows would even open."
Mona backed off, disappointed. "Okay, baby, but make it quick. I have to be going to work soon." She looked at her daughter's face, concerned. Cindy wouldn't meet her eye. "Is everything all right, Cindy?"
The little brunette shook her head. "What could be wrong? You're feeling better, and you wanted to see me. Everything's cool, Mom, really. I just feel icky. I'll be okay after I wash." She set her books on the couch and went into the bathroom, thinking, God, what would she do if she found out? Of course, nothing's going to happen-Doctor Piersall even paid for the Pill prescription he wrote for me-but after the way she carried on when Mrs. Montague caught me ...
Cindy stripped quickly. The running water in the shower masked the sound of her quick rummage through her purse. She needed a secure place to hide her pills. She finally jammed the little packet down under her makeup case.
Mona paced up and down the hall outside, wondering about Cindy's reluctance. "I haven't been honest with her. That's the whole trouble. I can't expect her to tell me everything when I don't tell her anything," she muttered. Steeling herself, she tapped on the door. "May I come in, Cindy?"
Her daughter called from the shower, yelling over the drumming spray, "Sure! I'm all wet, but the door's open!"
The room was filled with steam. The mirrors were misted, and Cindy had turned on the heat lamp in the ceiling. The chilly mist heated under its beam, curling in slow, smoky tendrils. The walls were sunshine yellow, matching the design painted on the transparent shower curtain. Mona entered and sat on the lid of the John, watching Cindy twist around under the shower nozzle.
I was that young once. It's hard to believe it, but she was born when I was only two years older than she is right now. What happened? Mona brooded. She walked over toward the tub and leaned against the wall.
"What is it, Mom?" Cindy asked. "I'm listening." She turned her back to the faucet and wet her hair. Her pussy still showed soapy froth around the drenched fur. The little brunette's long tresses swayed as she shook her head, getting the water all through them.
Her daughter's beauty thrust a sorrowful pang through Mona's chest. She wondered how soon an infant would be gnawing at those pink-brown nipples, how many young boys had touched their firm shapes. "What do you think about Doctor Piersall?" Mona asked.
"Oh, I like him," Cindy said. She stooped to pick up a bottle of shampoo. The cream-puff mounds of her titties hung down, seeming to double in size. "He says some weird stuff sometimes, but I like him."
"What do you mean? Did he tell you anything about the last time I saw him?" Mona asked. She was getting a trifle too warm in the steamy little room. The lovely young mother undid the belt of her robe.
"No, he said you'd have to tell me-he couldn't." Cindy lathered her long mop vigorously. Her breasts hobbled with the strenuous motions of her arms. "The weird thing is, he told me that nudists are crazy. I didn't believe him. Remember when we used to go naked in the summertime, when nobody else was here?"
"Yes, I remember," Mona answered. "I never thought either of us was being disturbed by it." She watched Cindy rinsing her hair.
"Yeah. And you know what?" Cindy drew back the end of the shower curtain. "I bet if I had a brother and we all ran around naked, I wouldn't have been caught like that! Don't you think so, Mom?"
Mona was taken aback. "I-I hadn't thought of that. I suppose you may be right." She realized she was sweating. Mona took off the robe and tossed it over the washbasin. After all, I'm going to be showering in a minute.
The damp warmth of the mist was strangely exciting. Mona stood under the beam of the heat lamp. The artificial glow made her more aware of her shoulders and breasts. She leaned back and let the infrared play over her nipples. The coral buttons rose slowly into half-stiff peaks. The steamy heat made her curly hairdo wilt. Mona watched her daughter's brisk shampooing movements. She's growing up too fast. I wish I could warn her about all the things she's in for.
"Cindy," Mona began tentatively, "what did you think when I was raped?" She waited for the answer, weighing the possibilities in her head.
Cindy stood still under the water. What should I tell her? Does she suspect. Did Dr. Piersall call her up? "I wanted to find those men and kill them for hurting you," she answered. She turned and looked through the shower curtain. The sight of her naked mother, spotlighted in the bathroom mists, made her throat hurt. Cindy gulped.
"Me too," Mona said, "but I wanted to blame myself, also. It's funny-I guess that's why I didn't want to go to the hospital." Mona bowed her head. Her face was hidden in shadows. She tried to pick her words carefully. "I-not me, really-my body responded to them, and I wanted to hurt them, and me, and ... "
Cindy turned off the water. Her mother's voice was softening and the little girl wanted to hear every word. She stood still, letting the curtain smear Mona's outline. Cindy was torn between caring and her desire to hide from her mother's pain.
Mona tried again, her voice stronger. She looked up at Cindy's vinyl-rippled form. "I see a lot of myself in you, honey. Even when your father was alive, you were always more mine than his, because ... because ... " Her voice fell to a whisper. "No, he didn't really take advantage of me. I just wanted to think so.
"I took it out on you," Mona confessed. "I love you, baby, but you remind me too much of myself, and I don't like me!" She hid her face in her hands.
Cindy stepped out of the bathtub. Beads of water dotted her fresh, youthful skin. "Oh, Momma, it's all right," she said. The little girl put her arms around her mother. "I don't blame you for wanting to get back at me-you've worked so hard, and all I do is get in trouble." Cindy pulled her mother's hands down and looked at her. "Please don't cry, Momma. I love you!"
Mona clutched at her child. Her larger breasts pressed Cindy's firm mounds down. She pressed her face against Cindy's neck, ignoring the water that wet her own hair. "I'm not worth it, Cindy," she sniffed. "I never have enough time to give you, and I've been so nasty when I do see you ... "
Cindy pulled her head back and went on tiptoe. Her skin squeaked, skidding on the layer of water between them. She kissed her mother's lips and hugged her. "It's okay, Mother, really. All that matters is making you feel better." She kissed Mona again, lingering longer on her mouth.
Mona's arms tightened on her daughter's shoulders. A new warmth, softer than the lamp over their heads, suffused her. Her lips opened slightly.
Cindy's hands moved on her mother's back. She twisted her head, pressing her lips more firmly into the kiss. Before she knew what had happened, her tongue moved invitingly against her mother's mouth.
Mona hummed with gratitude. Her mouth opened wider and she met her daughter's tongue. One hand slid down to Cindy's wet, supple buttock. Strange thoughts twisted in her brain, curling as softly as the steamy mist surrounding them. This is Cindy, my own daughter! My body's betraying me again, just like ...
But I've done worse. She needs me-and it's not fair to her to stop. We won't hurt each other. I would never treat her like men would. She's so soft and warm and gentle ... '. the way I could have stayed without her father, without being alone so long.
Cindy felt her body heating. The slippery fluids were gathering in her vagina. Mom's so much softer than Mack! She'll know everything I feel, and I won't have to tell her or plead with her.
Cindy caressed her mother's back. She began to rub her breasts against her mother's luscious bosom. The softness of Mona's skin on her stiffening nipples made Cindy melt inside.
"Oh, Momma," Cindy moaned. "You feel so nice!" She kissed Mona greedily, her tongue darting swift as a hummingbird.
Mona replied in kind, sucking at her child's tongue. She stole one hand between them and caressed the young girl's marvelous little breasts. Breaking the kiss, Mona whispered. "Cindy, honey! I've been so jealous of you, watching you grow up. Please forgive me!" She rolled the delicate nipples under her palm, then sank to her knees.
Cindy held her mother's head between her hands. The soft, loving licks and gentle kisses on her nipples fanned the flame in her belly. She grew more excited by the second. Her wide, nubile hips moved sinuously. "Oh, Mommy! Of course I forgive you!" She watched every caress that her mother lavished on her budding breasts. "Momma," she quavered, "can-can two women-can we ... ?"
Mona looked up at her daughter. "I never did," she answered, "but we'll find out." She tugged at Cindy's wrist and they lay on their sides on the floor.
The heat lamp had warmed the tiles to body temperature. The shower steam was rising, hanging two feet off the floor. Little droplets condensed on the rich black strands of Mona's pubes, sparkling like tiny diamonds on her pussy. The smooth tiles were slippery with the moisture and both females slid when they reached for one another.
Cindy loved the new feeling. She felt differently than when the psychiatrist had been about to mount her. A warmer, more loving lewdness filled the little girl to bursting. She felt as if she would flow out of her skin and merge completely with her mother.
Relief and sensuality mingled in Mona. The blessing of her daughter's love was touched with the most relaxed, unhurried arousal she had ever known. She stroked Cindy's tender skin from breast to hip, and stared at the wonder of the child's beauty.
"Mom," Cindy breathed. "I like this. It feels so loving, like you really care about me."
"I do, honey," Mona replied. "You've been the best part of my life." She scooted closer. Only an inch separated their breasts, and their legs twined together.
"May I touch you-there?" Cindy asked, glancing at Mona's bejeweled cuntal hairs.
"Of course," her mother answered, slipping her own hand into the dark-brown fluff of Cindy's pussy. She pulled lightly at the soft, curly hairs. Mona smiled at Cindy's reaction.
The sensation was exquisite. Cindy half-closed her eyes, slipping her hand between Mona's thighs. The older woman's growth was much fuller, peaking into a ridge at the center of the vee. Cindy twisted her fingers into the blue-black strands, approaching the skin slowly. Cindy felt the heat radiating from her mother's labia even before her fingers had parted the guarding threads.
Mona cupped Cindy's pussy in her hand. She moved her palm in tiny circles, squeezing the little pad at the top of the mons. "Your hair is so much softer than a man's," Mona whispered. Her fingers pressed Cindy's labia inward, discovering the sensuous indentation between her round thighs.
Cindy traced the full contours of her mother's cuntal zone with her fingertips. She teased the pussylips, pulling first one, then the other out to the side. Her middle finger explored the slick inner valley, slipping juicily along the crevice. She watched her mother's face flush and Cindy grinned. "You jump a little every time I touch your clitty," she explained.
"I know, baby," Mona answered. She turned her head, putting her fingers on one side of the teenager's pussy and her thumb on the other. Mona pressed the meaty softness together and made the delectable lips slide around the nubbin of Cindy's cum-trigger.
"Ooohhh, Momma!" Cindy's eyes widened. Her little titties rose and fell more rapidly. She heard her pulse rushing faster in her ears. "That feels super!"
"Kiss," Mona said coyly, puckering her lips. The naked couple squirmed closer and their mouths met. The fresh tastes of their saliva mingled again and the muscular wedges of their tongues wrestled, playful as otters. Mona whimpered with pleasure when Cindy's fingertip penetrated her eager vagina.
Cindy pressed her belly and breasts against her mother. She put her finger further into Mona's pussy, delighting in the steamy suction she found there.
Mona pulled her head back. Her free hand circled her daughter's neck. She put first one finger, then another, into Cindy's pussy and wiggled them back and forth.
Cindy gasped. The nerves at the mouth of her cunny had never been so alive. She squeezed down on the wriggling digits. Her hips moved with the slow, loping motions of growing passion.
"Yes, baby, my baby girl," Mona purred. "Do it, Cindy. I want to feel you cum for us." She pressed her thumb against the little pad of skin over her daughter's clitty.
Cindy whimpered. "I will, Momma, I will." She put another finger into Mona's vagina, then a third. Her mother gasped with each fresh insertion. The rich flow of her mother's juices amazed Cindy. Her fingers were soaked with the aromatic fluids.
"Gawd, that's good," Mona panted. "More, honey, please!" She rolled onto her back. Her knees drew up. Mona's smooth skin was filmed with sweat.
Cindy rose to her knees. Her mother's hand still worked at the most sensitive parts of her cunt, and the little girl's ass shivered with lusty tension. All four of her fingers were inside, bunched tight in the satiny folds of Mona's pussy.
Mona put both hands on Cindy's pussy. One hand worked frantically at the girl's vagina, while the other prodded and probed the fiery length of her clit. The button was stiff as a pencil stub. Mona chanted. "Come on, baby, please! I'm going to start! Please cum with me, Cindy, please!"
Cindy bit her lip. She put her thumb into Mona's hole. The black pussyhairs were parted wide, showing the shiny crimson of her inner cuntlips. Cindy's whole hand slipped in, the sphincter widening around her knuckles, then capturing her. Mona's cunt milked at Cindy's hand like a huge, toothless mouth. The constrictions excited both women incredibly.
Mona gasped passionately, raising her fine-molded ass from the floor. "It's so good! I never felt anything so sexy!" she wailed. Her hands clamped with frenzy, wringing thrill after thrill from her daughter's cunt.
Cindy put her thumb on Mona's exposed clit. She pressed on it, moving the rigid little stem in flaming circles. Her hand was caught inside Mona's spasming cunt, trapped at the wrist. She clutched at the walls and her fingertips slid over the blunt end of Mona's womb.
Cindy bent over her mother's writhing body, her blossoming tits swaying. She felt the juggernaut approach of her own cum. The little girl cursed, imploring her mother to help the onrushing tide of her orgasm.
Mona stuffed one finger into her daughter's ass. The girl's entire crotch was filled with erotic sensations. Mona's fingers moved with and against each other, forcing heat into every part of Cindy's loins. The tiny ring of her asshole fluttered around Mona's finger, and they both screamed as the shared orgasms took control of their minds and bodies. Cindy sank slowly onto her mother's belly, shocked by the supreme intensity of their incestuous lust.
Chapter Nine
The telephone was ringing. The noise seeped slowly into Cindy's brain. She pulled her hand from her mother's vagina, moving as gently as she could.
"Oh!" Mona gasped as Cindy's hand popped past her still-tight sphincter. "What's that?"
Cindy settled down beside Mona, holding her tenderly. The bell chopped itself off in the middle of a ring. "The phone," Cindy explained. "It must not be important." She kissed Mona gently on the lips. "I love you, Mom. Did you like making love with me?"
"Very much, dear," Mona purred. "That was the all-time best orgasm of my whole life." She stirred, stretching the post-cum kinks out of her arms. "I feel a lot closer to you now."
The telephone started ringing again. "Well, I guess I'd better answer it this time," Cindy said, untangling her arms from her mother. She wiped her face with a towel, then handed it to Mona before opening the door.
Mona lay on her back, looking at the ceiling. The fog's all gone, she thought. The only trace left was the silvery curtain on the mirror.
Cindy called, "Mom? It's Benny, the day man."
Mona stretched luxuriously. The tiles were sticky under her now, less pleasant than when she'd first lain down with her daughter. What the hell does he want? I wish those guys could run the place themselves.
"Mom! Come on! He says somebody robbed the Lucky Lady!" Cindy cried.
Mona sat up with a snap. She automatically wrapped the towel around her lissome body. "You're dripping," she told Cindy, taking the receiver.
"Mona?" Benny's voice crackled. "I just called the cops. Some guys in ski masks just robbed me. You better get down here."
"Knock it off, Benny. I don't need any jokes right now," Mona answered crossly. "I want to spend some time with my daughter."
"I'm not joking," Benny protested. "Three guys with guns and masks stuck me up. They took everybody's billfolds, and two purses and cleaned out the drawer. They even made me open the safe!"
Cindy came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She watched her mother's expression change from annoyed disbelief to anger, then watched the tears start.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. How much did we lose?" Mona asked. She saw Cindy and put her arm around the little brunette.
"I'm not sure," Benny said. "There wasn't anything in the safe. I think it was about three hundred, plus the little cashbox."
Mona sagged. "Okay. I'll be right there." She set the phone down. Benny's voice rose, starting a fresh explanation as Mona cut him off.
"Is it bad, Mom?" Cindy asked.
"Pretty bad, honey." Mona turned to go into her bedroom. "You stay here. I'll be back as soon as I can." She stopped, then grabbed her purse from the couch. Mona pulled out an envelope and started laughing.
"What is it? What's so funny, Mom?" Cindy asked. She couldn't see any reason for the sudden hysterical glee.
"You know what's in this envelope? It's a post-dated check," Mona explained. "I was going to mail it Friday. Our insurance on the bar expired last week." Great peals of laughter burst from her throat. Mona dropped her towel on the rug. She laughed and laughed.
"Cindy!" Dr. Piersall said. "I didn't expect to see you. Where's your mother?"
Cindy rose from the waiting-room couch. "She's not going to be coming any more, Doctor."
Mack Piersall gestured down the hall. "Why don't we discuss this in the office? I had thought that she and I had quite a bit more to do in therapy."
Cindy didn't say anything until the thick rosewood door had closed behind them. She walked to the far end of the room and peered through the telescope. The instrument was focused on a sundeck where two women were sunbathing in the nude. "She told me about her first session," Cindy said, her voice distant. The redhead's foxy, but that blonde lady's awful fat, she decided.
"What did she tell you about it?" the psychiatrist asked nervously.
Cindy straightened up. "Is it ethical for you to ask?" She sat on the edge of his desk. She crossed her legs and the short skirt slid past the tops of her stockings.
Dr. Piersall avoided her eyes. He caught himself staring at her shapely thighs. He cleared his throat. "I should know about anything that might affect your therapy, Cindy." His prick was lengthening. He settled into a chair, facing his desk. His face was just above the level of Cindy's crotch.
"She told me about your little soundproof room downstairs," Cindy said. She licked her lips. "Momma told me what she did down there, too." Cindy uncrossed her legs, giving the doctor a brief flash of her pussy. She'd left her panties at home.
"Well, your mother and I discussed her actions afterward," Dr. Piersall told Cindy. "She felt that, although extreme, the psychodrama did help her to resolve certain tensions. Um, how explicit was she in telling you?" Little beads of sweat popped out on his upper lip. The doctor looked quite uncomfortable, from his nervous hands to his bulging fly.
"Oh, Mack," Cindy reassured him, "she didn't say you did it. She was very clear that she tied you up first. I know you wouldn't screw Mom so soon after those men raped her." The little girl leaned back on her hands. She pushed her breasts forward. Her marble-sized nipples poked through the thin blouse like matched acorns. "Mom really likes you. She's grateful for your help. You are a nice man. That's why she didn't get mad when I told her what you and I do when I come here."
Oh, fuck me! I'm in a river of shit, Mack told himself. How in hell am I going to get out of this? I wish I was a dentist! He made a steeple with his hands and looked as solemn and professional as he could. "Then why is she terminating therapy? Admittedly, my methods have been a little unorthodox, but since we all agree that the results are beneficial-in these two special cases-I think I deserve an explanation."
Cindy slowly opened her legs. It became painfully apparent that she was tempting the psychiatrist. "We can't afford it any more, Doctor Mack. Since it was too late to cancel, Mom said I could come if I wanted to, instead of her. She has to work at the bar, trying to fix the things the men broke."
Dr. Piersall stopped steepling his fingers. "What men?"
Cindy started unbuttoning her blouse. "The men that robbed the bar. The cops say that one of them was Ron, the guy that had the gang rape Mom."
"Wha-at? When did this happen? It's only been two days since I saw you last, Cindy!" Mack Piersall glared at her. "And leave your clothes on, dammit!"
"You didn't know? That's why we can't afford for either of us to come here any more. Mom and I had just finished making love when-"
The psychiatrist shushed Cindy with a wave of his hand. "Just tell me about the robbery! Jesus!" This is too much! I don't know if I can handle it! Gawd, just thinking about her and her mother wrestling around makes my balls boil! I wonder if they'd let me watch?
"Well, some men stole all the money, and the customers' money, and wrecked the taps and fixtures. They had guns and masks, and they left in a truck that Mom said sounded like the one the rapists used." Cindy paused and looked at him. "Can I take my clothes off now, Mack?"
"No! Let me get this straight." Mack looked at Cindy. "Don't say it," he told the lewdly smiling girl. "Aahh ... I used to donate time to the Free Clinic. How would you and your mother like to continue your therapy, say twice a week, at no charge? Just until you're doing better?"
"You mean both of us?" Cindy asked. "I'd have to check with her. I already cancelled next week's appointment when I talked to Marsi this afternoon." She reached for her top button again. "There's one thing that I came here for, though."
"What's that?" The psychiatrist had a very therapeutic hard-on as he watched Cindy's delicious titties come into sight.
Cindy stood up and shrugged out of her blouse. Her breasts pointed right at his face as the little girl slipped her skirt off. "Momma told me how much better she felt after you-after she ... And you really seemed to like putting your tongue in ... " Cindy blushed from her scalp to her bosom. She stood before him, still wearing her shoes, stockings and garter belt, ducking her head shyly.
Mack Piersall thought back to the time he was twelve and that teenage "older woman" had introduced him to the joys of ass-fucking. His prick was rigid as a spear. Mary Lois Smathers hadn't been anywhere near as sexy as Cindy Russell, just better at tripping young boys. The psychiatrist hadn't let himself think of those episodes since his fourteenth birthday, when his mother had nearly caught them both. It had taken Cindy's delectable young ass to rekindle his urge.
Cindy watched the past-tense smile cross Mack Piersall's face. She bent down and unzipped his fly. He captured her breasts in his hands and kissed her when she looked up.
"Okay," he said. "I'd like that, too."
The sun rose in Cindy's eyes. A pagan glow of lascivious joy covered her face and the near-naked little girl fell on Mack's neck, hugging and kissing him violently. "Right here over your desk," she hissed. "Right in front of the window, so we can do it and watch all the people on the street who don't know anything about it!"
Mack Piersall stood up, untangling Cindy's arms from his neck. "Anywhere, any way, Cindy," he agreed. "Jesus, am I going to love this!" He unbuttoned his shirt and started dropping his clothing all over the office.
Cindy sat back and watched him. "I wonder if other men's bodies would turn me on like yours does," she mused. "I really haven't seen any other men naked. All I saw was those boys in the gym, and none of them were hard." She put one hand on her pussy. "I really love your penis. I like to touch it, and I like to kiss it, and I love the way it feels inside my pussy."
Dr. Piersall felt giddy with the praise. His cock looked bigger to him when he glanced down and gave it a preliminary shake. It was jutting forward like a jib boom, the glans already purple. He walked behind the desk and opened a drawer.
Cindy turned around and watched him. He brought out a tube of hand cream. Her cunny was squishy-hot already, and it turned into a swamp of lust when the doctor started smearing the lotion on the angry-purple head of his cock. "Let me do that, Mack," she purred. "I want to touch you a little bit first."
The psychiatrist relinquished the tube and stood in front of the curvy womanchild. The cool lotion in her soft hands made his balls draw up. She smeared the stuff so thoroughly across his glans that he was afraid he would pop off before his knob touched her delightful little asshole. "Take it easy, Cindy. Don't make me waste it."
"I won't," Cindy replied. "I want all of that to go into me. When Mom told me about it, it made me so hot I almost attacked her right there on the couch! I can just imagine how nice it would be."
"Don't waste your time imagining, Cindy," the psychiatrist said, moving around behind the little girl. "Just relax yourself. This won't be any worse than it was on the table the other day." He stood behind Cindy for a few seconds, admiring the youthful shapeliness of her ample cheeks. Mack Piersall, M.D., couldn't resist kneeling to run his tongue over the pouting swell of her pussy. The brown hair framing her hot-pink labia made the sight too enticing to pass up. She tasted as juicily delicious as she had the first time, and her puckered rectum opened willingly for his quick tongue-thrusts.
Cindy bore down, relishing the lascivious tonguing. Her nerves tingled to the decadent slitherings behind her. It was vulgar and exquisite at the same time. She bent over the desk, the cool surface making her nipples crinkle. Cindy wondered if she should kick off her shoes before Mack pierced her, but she decided against it. She put both hands on her ass and opened her cheeks for the doctor's weapon.
"That's good, Cindy," Dr. Piersall hummed. "Nice and wide. I'll go real easy." The little band of muscle stood out from the surrounding skin like a crater at the end of a valley. The smooth, untanned white of the thirteen-year-old's skin made the pink-grey hole look like a bull's eye. Mack took aim and carefully pressed the end of his cock against the tiny opening.
Cindy loved the feeling of imminent impalement. All her awareness concentrated in her rectum. She willed it to open, and her hands pried harder at her moon-white cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder. "Please do it, Mack. I want it, Doctor."
Mack pushed, holding his shaft straight with one hand. He reached under the rigid tool with his other hand and stroked Cindy's sweet, moist cunny. Her rectum resisted at first, but he felt it ease slightly when he caressed her pussy.
Cindy thought the doctor's cock was halfway in. The stretching, spreading feeling in her ass was growing painful, but he still kept on. "Ohh," she whimpered.
"Take it easy, Cindy. I'm trying to do it gently," the psychiatrist said. "You're awful tight. I don't want to ruin you." He swiveled his hips, seeking the best angle of attack.
The end of the knob suddenly slipped in, pointing upward toward the small of Cindy's back. The little girl gasped. The new angle was an immense relief. "That's better, Doctor."
"Um-hmm." Mack pressed a little harder. He kept his right hand locked tight around his tool. Every time he poked forward, the shaft almost bent. Sweat poured off his body. The effort of overcoming little Cindy's sphincter was tiring. He put one finger into her vagina and slid it back and forth.
"Uhhh," she grunted. "I-I think that helps. It doesn't feel like you're splitting me in half."
Mack put one finger on Cindy's clitoris. The little button wasn't fully stiff yet. He teased it, holding his prickhead in position. It was only halfway past the stony little muscle, and he didn't want to lose the fraction of an inch he'd gained.
Cindy worked her asscheeks, flexing them one at a time. Each little motion smeared a little bit more of the lube around her stretching hole. The finger prodding her clitty excited her, making the child forget the splitting sensation in her butt.
Mack felt her responding to the masturbatory pressure. His pussy-tickling finger was getting wetter. He backed out of her asshole, moving his prick less than a millimeter. Another slow, forceful push put more of his glans into her.
Cindy hummed low in her throat. She felt the pressure slacking at her back entrance and quickly said, "No! Don't quit. It's getting easier." She moved her ass closer to her psychiatrist to prove the point.
Mack felt the golden cherry of victory within his grasp. He swiveled around again and slipped his thumb into Cindy's vagina. After a sharp, spasmodic clenching, her ass and pussy relaxed and his knob was all but sunk in her rectum.
"Oh, yes! It's getting better, Mack," Cindy whispered. "I'm getting hot for it!" She rolled her hips in a lascivious oval, wedging another fraction of his prick into her hole.
Mack freed both his hands, placing them on her luscious cheeks. He put one thumb on either side of her stretching rosebud and pulled her ass open further. With one final shove, his glans popped into the forbidden orifice.
Cindy went limp. The little girl hadn't realized how tense her muscles had become during the battle for her butt. She heaved great sighs and murmured, "My god! At last, Mack!"
"It's a start, baby," Dr. Piersall gloated. He slid his shaft another inch or so, then pulled back. The wings of his cockhead were just inside the tight-clamped band of her ass. He slid in again, fractionally further, then partially withdrew.
Cindy loved the sensation. There was something unspeakably voluptuous about being buggered. Cindy didn't know what it was, but when she told herself, He's got his penis way up inside my ass, every cell in her body trembled with horrified delight.
Mack slid his prick slowly in and out of Cindy's ass. He liked watching his meat disappear between her cream-white cheeks, and the sight of her assflesh clinging to the outgoing shaft delighted him. The tight clasp made him aware of every ridge under the skin of his cock. Dr. Piersall loved the drier, velvety feeling of her colon.
"Touch my pussy," Cindy whispered. "I-I don't know if I can cum this way." She craned her neck to look at him.
Mack kneaded her cheeks for a few more long, slow strokes. His cock thrust deeper and deeper, until Cindy squealed with pain. He backed off and put one hand on her pussy. The psychiatrist bent over his patient's hips and reached around her waist. His fingers burrowed in her cuntal fur until he had a wet, slippery handful of thirteen-year-old pussy.
"That's better," Cindy cooed. She looked away, watching people walking on the street at the bottom of the hill. "They don't know," she giggled. "They don't know a thing about it!" The little girl moved her ass in a quick wiggle that stuffed more of the doctor's prick into her.
Dr. Piersall fucked into her a little harder. "Pay attention," he hissed. "I want you to cum too." He squeezed at her mons.
Suddenly an idea came to him. He was recalling more of Mary Lois' strange techniques. The psychiatrist straightened up and let go of Cindy's pussy. "Let's roll over, honey." Mack grasped Cindy's thigh and lifted.
Cindy was on her side before she knew it. The tight clasp of her rectum emphasized the oval shape of Mack's shaft. "Oh, oh, oh! I-I can't stand it!" she gasped. "It's-God!" She raised her leg until her knee touched her chest.
Mack helped her roll. He stood back, only the head of his cock lodged in her ass. He sidestepped, following the lovely child across the desk-top. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates before he finished moving her. Her mouth was wide open and she clutched her ass with both hands.
"Mack! That's-that's incredible! I couldn't have imagined!" Cindy gasped for air, gulping like a fish out of water. The high, wide spread of her thighs had parted her cuntlips, and Mack could see every crimson inch of her private flesh.
Mack smiled down at the little girl. "Good. Now you'll really feel it, Cindy." He bent down, kissing first her open mouth, then each nipple in turn. He licked and sucked at the jewel-like nuggets until they were stiff, then he plunged his tongue into her mouth again. The sucking at his tongue was the signal for Mack to lower his prick into her asshole again.
Inch by inch, Cindy felt the tool descend into her guts. It seemed to reach clear to her breastbone. The lewd fullness thrilled her, and the little girl sucked more and more vigorously at her doctor's tongue.
With every response, Mack slid more prick into his little patient. He reached bottom when his belly was flat against the wet, open stripe of her cunt. He moved around, probing deep into her, making doubly sure that Cindy's clit was feeling every raspy hair of his cockbush.
"Oh, Mack! Doctor! Please cum soon! I need to feel it! I love it when you go off!" Cindy cried. Her back curled and arched. Cindy's ass was taking and releasing the psychiatrist's tool. Her hands clawed at his shoulders. The distention in her ass was dreadfully exciting. Each ramming stroke seemed to split her open, only to ready her stretched asshole for more.
"Don't! No more! Please, no more!" she wailed. Her cunt was kissing uncontrollably at his belly. Cindy knew that her pussylips were writhing under his weight. Her little clitty seemed like a tiny glass spear, and his belly was about to break it off. She screamed for mercy as the speed and power of his fucking increased.
Mack felt the chilling knowledge that he was about to cum. His balls swung loose in his overheated sac, whacking against Cindy's ass. He rubbed his chest against her titties. The little girl's shouts rang in his ears. Neither of them could tell if she wanted him to quit or to keep on. His rampant cock had to decide, and it forced him on.
Juice flowed from Cindy's cunt. She was cumming wildly, her legs high in the air. All her muscles fought against the brutal intruder, scratching, gouging, wringing the stuff out. Her throat was raw from yelling. Her breath beat against Mack's cheek in hoarse gasps. Cindy locked her teeth into his shoulder.
The pain set him off. Mack couldn't hold his seed in any longer. He bucked, sending a great mass of thick sperm into her ass. Cindy wailed again. He jabbed, and her keening was like a banshee on the rack. Over and over, Mack Piersall loosed his semen into Cindy's ass, lifting her from the desk and giving her every particle of his cock.
Cindy realized she'd been lifted when they both fell back onto the wood. The stupendous magnitude of her cum had shut her off from any other sensation. Her agonized shouts tapered off. "D-did you cum, Mack?" she gasped. "I'm sorry I went off like that."
Chapter Ten
Cindy rode the bus home at nightfall. The little girl squirmed on the seat. She'd discovered that every time she came, a brief rest made her horny again. By the time she'd reached her stop, she was ready to cruise for schoolmates, male or female. The trouble with boys is that they 'd talk. I hear them on the school grounds-and if Miss Stoat found out, she'd throw me out for sure.
Of course, I don't have that many girl friends. Which ones could I invite over for a slumber party? It's too bad Mom's so busy all the time. I never thought that playing with my pussy would get boring!
Cindy was surprised when she opened the apartment door. Her mother sat at the dining-room table, sorting through sheaves of paper. "Hello! I thought you'd be at the Lucky Lady," Cindy said.
Mona looked up, her smooth forehead set in furrows. "Huh? Oh, no. I came home to check some old records. I have to talk to the mortgage officer at the bank tomorrow." She set the papers down, rubbing her eyes. "How was school, honey?"
"Oh, you know, Mom. Important Exports of Madagascar, a little volleyball-the same stuff. Mrs. Montague told us girls how important it is to wear a bra to stay 'youthful-looking'. She still looks like a youthful hunk of beef jerky." Cindy paused, hoping for a smile from her mother. "Dr. Piersall said he'd treat us both for free-did you know he used to donate him time before?"
"Yes, I know. He called me about it," Mona said flatly.
"Well, what did you say? I thought it was nice of him."
"I told him we don't accept charity. If you really think you need to see him, I'll send you when we can afford to pay for his services." Mona looked away from her disappointed daughter.
Cindy scuffed across the room and threw herself down on the couch. "Is it that bad, Mom? I mean, if he wants to do it for free until we can pay him, why not?"
"Because we won't be able to pay him ever! We don't have any money! The beer man is adding the price of the new taps to my bill, Joel and Benny are loaning me the money for a new mix gun, and I don't know how I'm going to pay any of them back!" Mona struggled with tears. "Oh, shit! Why did any of this have to happen?"
Cindy stood, moving toward her mother. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know." She stopped when Mona waved her back. "We could move to a smaller place, where the rent's less."
"Like what?" Mona snapped. "No one-bedroom apartment, thanks. I love you dearly, Cindy, but I need some privacy ONCE IN A WHILE!" She snatched a tissue from her purse and hid her face in it.
Cindy looked at Mona. Her lips moved silently. "I thought I could help, Momma." She turned and walked dejectedly into her room.
Mona wiped her eyes. She started to rise, hoping to apologize to her child, but the figures she'd been working on caught her glance. Let's see. I put the down payment, here ... Monthly interest from installment leaves principal ... for how many months?
Licenses are worth how much now? Capital improvements and fixtures ... After hours of adding and subtracting, Mona had three different answers on the pad in front of her. None of the totals of her net worth encouraged her.
There's about enough there to buy a little dive of a beer bar. I'd have to work full time myself for at least a couple of years, just to get the payments down. It's that or get a job, and I don't know how to do anything. My god! I've never worked in my life, except for owning the Lucky Lady! What in the hell am I going to do?
Mack Piersall, M.D., closed the drapes in his office. His last patient of the day had just left. He started to write a letter of discharge for Cindy Russell. Albert Schweitzer Junior High School needed his official certification that the little girl wouldn't peek at her schoolmates in the buff.
Mack put his pen down, shoving the paper away. Marsi won't be able to type it tonight, anyway. There's no hurry. Miss Stoat won't know Cindy's been terminated until next week.
Damn! I wish her mother hadn't cut me off on the phone. Either one of those two could drive me crazy. Mona's one big ball of sexual guilt and frustration. It's just not normal for a lovely woman like her to make love to her daughter.
And what a daughter! She could have anybody she wants. It's a fucking shame she's so damn young. I've been in medicine since the year she was conceived, but one look at her beautiful young ass made me risk every bit of it, the studying, my practice, everything!
The psychiatrist stood up, buttoning his jacket. Snapping off the lights, he realized that this would be the sixth night in a row he'd dreamed about either Cindy or her mother. He turned the corner by the converted kitchen. Preoccupied, he walked to the front door of the suite.
"Doct-or Pierce-all."
Mack jumped. Marsi sat at her desk, the appointment book open in front of her. The tall redhead dangled a stethoscope in one hand. "Hello, Marsi. I thought you were off an hour ago. Why are you still here?"
"I've been erasing the very last traces of Cindy's name from the book." She smiled. Her even white teeth glinted like glaciers. "I listened at your door this afternoon. You shocked me ... Doctor."
"What do you mean?" Mack bluffed. "You know I could fire you for violating the privacy of my sessions?"
"Oh, come off it, Mack! I finally found out why you haven't asked me out lately. You aren't going to be able to fire anybody if I tell what you've been doing with thirteen-year-old children. I bet the hospital boards would love to hear all the details." Marsi stood up, stuffing the stethoscope into her purse. She stepped around the counter and opened the front door. "I'm already thinking about all the nice things I can buy with my raise." She swept out, her heels tapping on the walk.
The psychiatrist watched the door sigh shut. He stood in his hall, fuming. "God DAMN her! Typical reaction formation-her feeling of rejection's gotten completely out of control. Why can't women take a more balanced attitude?" Yanking the door open, he ran up the walk after her, but he was too late. Marsi waved as she drove off.
He walked to his carport and started the big Mercedes. "I need a drink." Struck by a sudden inspiration, he pulled the telephone out of the globe box and called the Lucky Lady. When Joel answered, Mack said, "Hello. This is Doctor Piersall. Is Mona Russell in?"
"I'm sorry, Doctor, she's not here tonight. I could have her call you tomorrow," Joel said.
"I'm afraid it can't wait," Mack told him, with all the official urgency at his command. "It's about her daughter. Do you know where I could reach Mrs. Russell? It's quite important."
"What happened to Cindy? Is she hurt?" Joel's tone was concerned.
"Dammit, man, haven't you heard of next-of-kin? Tell me how I can reach Mrs. Russell!"
Mack was quite pleased with himself by the time he had hung up on the bartender. His professionally intimidating tone had reduced the man to jelly. The psychiatrist whistled all the way to Mona's apartment building. He parked across the street and walked into the lobby.
Upstairs, Mona sat with her face in her arms. The dream she was in the midst of seemed very real. The new tavern she'd bought was small, but very tidy. Mona walked back and forth behind the counter, drawing beer for dozens of happy customers. The place was packed. Even the neighborhood regulars from the Lucky Lady Lounge had come to help her celebrate the opening.
More people came in. Three deep along the rail, empty glasses in hand, the customers demanded more beer. Mona worked happily, rushing along, thinking about the money rolling in. She turned to the register to make change and it wouldn't open.
Mona reached into the pocket of her apron. It gave way under the weight of the coins and money bounced, jingling over the duckboards. Mona stooped to pick up the quarters, but they fell through her fingers.
A surly voice said, "Skip it, honey, just gimme a beer." Mona took his glass and pulled the tap handle. It was warm in her hand. Mona looked at it. It was a foot-long penis.
Men started laughing. The telephone behind the bar rang as Mona dropped the glass. She turned to answer it and saw Cindy, stark naked, laying on the back bar. In the mirror, all the men at the bar were standing on their stools, pulling hard pricks out of their pants. Ron Webster appeared. He broke off the prick-like handle and shook it at her. Mona looked around in panic. Cindy was on top of the bar, squatting onto another huge cock. The phone rang again.
Mona knocked the receiver off the hook. Her heart pounded as she realized she was safe at home. She picked up the handset. Had the phone really been ringing? "Who's this?"
Mack hung up. Good. She is home. She sounded upset. This is probably a very good time for me to see her. He ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" Mona quavered. Her heart had only begun to slow down after her dream and the telephone call. Mona had already checked on Cindy, who was sleeping peacefully in her own room. Maybe that wasn't a wrong number! Maybe it's Ron! Should I call the police?
"It's me, Doctor Piersall," Mack called. "Are you all right?"
Mona unwound sharply. "Yes, I'm all right." She walked to the door and unlocked it.
Mack walked in. "You look terrible, Mona. What's wrong?"
Mona came close to him. She wrung her hands, then fell on his shoulders. "Oh, Doctor! I was so scared! I had a horrible dream, and then the telephone woke me up, and whoever it was wouldn't talk, and then you knocked at the door-"
"I'm sorry, Mona ... that was me on the phone. I just wanted to see if you were here. Do you want to tell me about the dream?" Mack gently led her over to the couch.
Mona curled up in his arms. "I-I don't know where to start, Doctor. I told you that we can't afford to see you any more." Mack nodded. "I was working on a way to keep the Lucky Lady, but there just isn't any. I don't have any skills, really, and I was so tired that I put my head down for a minute ... "
She went on, pouring out the story of her financial reverses and the nightmare she'd just had. Mack looked, down at the woman lying across his lap. He felt closer to her with every sentence she uttered. His cock began to harden and his grip tightened imperceptibly on her shoulders. Before Mona was done, his prick was fully rigid, caught under her back.
"What do you think about my dream, Doctor?" Mona asked, looking at him with the trusting expression of a spaniel.
"Don't call me 'Doctor' any more, Mona," he said. "My name is Mack. Even your daughter calls me by my first name." He looked at her breasts and his prick ached. "I think it's pretty obvious. You are having a hard time keeping up with all your responsibilities. You feel that everything in your life is changing for the worse."
"Isn't it? Just look at me! I'm getting old, my daughter's growing up, I'm broke. What else can I say?"
"Well, if you insist on thinking of yourself and your situation in those terms, there's nothing you can say," Mack told her. "You need some help-a change in your circumstances."
"Huh! What's going to achieve that? Do you have a magic wand to wave over me?" Mona asked. "Remember, I still have a thirteen-year-old daughter and a half-paid mortgage."
"There is a way that we can take care of it," Mack said softly. He bent down and kissed Mona.
The woman's response surprised even her. She attacked his mouth hungrily. Her arms went around the psychiatrist's shoulders.
Mack slipped his hand past Mona's collar. He hadn't had a chance to feel the luscious fullness of her breasts before. The pleasant warmth of her soft skin aroused him even more than her performance with the dildo. He rubbed her nipples into excited stiffness.
Mona shifted her body. She slid off the couch, her mouth still locked on Mack's. One hand stayed around his neck while she struggled with his fly. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft like windblown feathers, lightly rousing every nerve in the rigid organ. Her pussy felt like a gaping wound that needed the hot hard fullness of his cock to seal it.
They inflamed each other with their hands. Mona finally broke the carnivorous kiss, whispering, "Don't wake Cindy." She unbuttoned her dress and wiggled out of the tight-fitting garment. Wearing only a tiny pair of panties, she attacked the doctor's clothing.
In seconds, Mona had Mack's shirt undone. He stood to shed his pants and shoes. She moved back, skinning her panties down as he stripped.
Mack stood, looking at Mona. The lovely, busty woman lay on her back, one knee drawn up. Her mouth was open lustily and her hands curled, tugging at the carpet. With uncertainty in her eyes, she asked, "Do you still want me, after-after what I ... "
Mack bent down and pulled Mona to her feet. "Of course I do. If all those things hadn't happened, I wouldn't have known you." He put his arms around her.
Mona felt incredible excitement building up inside her. The full-length touch of Mack's skin comforted and aroused her. Her breasts molded against his chest and she flowed against him. The hard vertical bar of his cock warmed her belly. Mona ground into it.
Her hands roamed all over his body, caressing his back, his sides, his ass. Mona glued her mouth to his lips again. Her tongue sought every tooth in his head. They sank down slowly, kneeling on the carpet.
Mack kept his torso pressed tight to Mona's voluptuous tits. It had been a long while since he'd fucked twice in one day, but the urgency of Mona's need filled his loins with power. He knew there would be a long, lascivious romp within this beautiful woman's needful body. He was in no hurry to start.
Mona was, though. She pulled her hips back far enough that she could jack slowly at his prick. Looking into his brown eyes, she whispered. "Please, Mack, now!" She leaned back, bringing him on top of her. Her legs opened and he sank naturally into the wide cradle of her hips.
Scarcely even willing it, Mack felt his penis rubbing along the length of Mona's eager, wet crease. Her pussylips caressed the sides of his cock and he touched her clitty with the underside of his glans.
Mona rolled her hips, trying to capture Mack's prick. Her pussy drooled, anticipating the joy of yielding to his rigid manhood. She moved her hips up and back, hoping that the organ would magically fall with its head against her vagina. The tip skated down the inner valley of her cuntlips, but it finished up against her rectum. Mona reached under herself, raising one thigh. She fitted the tip against her cuntmouth and moved down.
She hummed with pleasure as the thick invader separated the sides of her vagina. "Yes, Mack, yes! Take me, darling." Her voice was throaty, the tone absolutely dripping with lust.
Mack pushed a little further, and found that Mona's well-greased cuntwalls yielded to him effortlessly. In one long, easy motion, he buried his prick in her, clear to the hilt.
Mona groaned when the marvelous wand was fully sunk in her belly. She felt the head slide past her cervix, and the strange inner thrill magnified itself every time Mack's coronal ridge bumped against the hidden organ.
The languid heat of Mona's cunt surrounded Mack. The wet flesh linking the couple became his whole universe. He stirred around in her, feeling the internal folds bathing and caressing every nerve in his prick.
Mona's hips were cupping the man. She felt her loins turn to a thick batter, stirred with ceaseless love by a master chef. Her whispers turned to soft, gentle noises, drawn" out by the length of each sinuous movement of their merged bodies.
Cindy crept out of her room. The voluptuous sounds had brought the little girl up from sleep. Her hand was already cupping her pussy when she realized the source of the voice.
In her short pink nightgown, Cindy sneaked closer. The sight of their lovemaking kindled a torch in her cunny. She lifted her nightgown and touched her labia with her fingertips.
So that's what I looked like on the table, Cindy thought. Her mother's legs were drawn up on either side of Mack's slow-gyrating ass. She watched them for long minutes, until the little girl saw an urgency come over their motions.
Cindy shucked her nightgown, letting it drop soundlessly on the couch. She put her long brown hair behind her shoulders. It reached halfway down her back.
The untanned patches of her skin gleamed in the light as she moved stealthily across the floor. Mack was totally involved in the ardent fucking. Mona's eyes were closed. Both of them were covered with sweat, and the odor assaulted Cindy's nose. The fuck-scent hit her like a truckload of aphrodisiacs.
Cindy knelt beside them. She lightly touched Mack's ass. He groaned, "Oh, Mona!" The little girl ran her fingertips over his cheek.
She reached under Mack's thigh and caressed her mother's buttock. Mona began moving faster. Her lewd speed urged Mack on.
How can I get in on this? Cindy thought. Her free hand was stroking her pussy, toying nervously with the damp hairs.
Cindy watched Mack's balls swinging. The meaty pendulum moved back and forth with each swiveling stroke. She put her fingers on her mother's hand, sliding it slowly down Mack's back. When it went up over the swell of his ass, Cindy pulled it off to the side. She put her own hand on Mack's scrotum.
"Oh, gawd!" Mack groaned. "Oh, Mona, honey!" Afraid that he would cum before she could join the feverish couple. Cindy held her breath.
Cindy was desperate. A notion had formed in her mind. She released Mack's scrotum. Slowly and gently, she moved her mother's hand up until Mona pulled it away from Mack.
Mack's arms were still threaded under Mona's, with his hands clasped on her shoulders. Cindy turned her wrist to an awkward angle and pushed lightly at Mack's shoulder.
Thinking that Mona wanted to ride on top of him, Mack slowly rolled over, keeping Mona clasped tight. One hand slid to the small of her back, holding her locked against his loins. Mona knelt, rocking on top of him, flexing her legs in perfect time with the motion. They hadn't missed a single beat.
Mack unwrapped his arms. Mona put her hands on the rug. She moved back and forth, swiveling on the marvelous cock that impaled her.
Cindy spread her feet, straddling Mack's head. She sank downward, extending her arms for balance. With her pussy only inches from Mack's mouth, the little girl touched her mother's breasts.
Concentrating totally on his prick, Mona thought it was the doctor who was caressing her bosom. She hummed with sensual delight.
Cindy settled the rest of the way down onto Mack's face. His heavy breathing gusted against her damp cunny. It chilled the eager flesh delightfully. Cindy watched her mother's cunt swallowing Mack's cock, and she rubbed her own pussy against his mouth.
Mack's smooth, rollicking strokes stopped. Cindy squeezed her mother's tits. Mack opened his eyes, seeing only the bountiful smoothness of Cindy's ass.
He raised his head and licked at her pussy. The aromatic juices covered his face. He would have gladly smothered in that delicious teenage cunt.
Mona opened her eyes when Cindy touched her face. She saw her daughter sitting, grinding her cunt lewdly against Mack's mouth and nose, and Mona started cumming.
Her pussy clasped Mack's prick, devouring the thick pole. Her strokes speeded up, trying to wring his seed out. Mona reached forward and kissed her daughter. Her heavy breasts swayed, the nipples touching the top of Cindy's smaller tits. Their tongues fenced and parried, imitating the vigorous masculine thrusts in their cunts.
Cindy was filled with passionate, loving warmth. She started cumming. Her juices flowed all over Mack's face. She grew hotter and hotter. Her peak built up with every stab of a tongue into her holes.
Mack sucked at Cindy's pussy like a berserk vacuum. Her cuntlips filled his mouth. His tongue lashed feverishly against the little girl's clit. He reached up, gasping for air, and put one finger into her ass.
He couldn't believe the mounting eroticism of the trio. Their tangled limbs squeezed and caressed one another. Mona's cunt milked at his prick. Her firm, muscular ass bounced on his thighs. Mack took huge gulps of Cindy's orgasmic juices, and his prick went out of control.
Mona squeezed Cindy against her. The virile rod ramming in her cunt made her cum accelerate. Her nerves vibrated like plucked harp strings. She sucked Cindy's tongue into her mouth.
Cindy leaned forward. Her nipples bored into the soft underswell of her mother's tits. Her arms locked around Mona. The little girl rose farther, farther, with Mack's head pressed against her beautiful ass. She was on her knees, cumming frantically, when her balance failed. She fell over.
Mona looked at her daughter, lying on her side on the carpet. Mack's ass had stopped pounding up and down. Her head was swimming. She looked into his glazed eyes and gave him a warm, fulfilled smile. She answered the question he'd been about to ask before her lewd need interfered. "Yes, if you'll take both of us."
Mack closed his eyes. His smile ran from ear to ear. Which one of us will tell Cindy? he wondered.
Chapter Eleven
The wedding didn't take place right away, of course. Both Mack and Mona had too many details to take care of. At something over two thousand dollars a week, net, Mack didn't have much trouble getting another psychiatrist to take care of his practice while he honeymooned.
Mona sold the Lucky Lady Lounge. The realtor who'd bought Mack's artsy little courtyard-and-office suite for him got quite a nice price for the bar, enough to pay for remodeling a much larger place near Hillside Presbyterian Hospital. After much argument, the girls and Mack used the name Cindy had thought up. She told them, "With the hospital and the mental health clinic so close, why not call it The Twisted Id?"
Marsi didn't get her raise. When she accused Dr. Piersall of unprofessional conduct, he told the broad about their broken affair. The doctor who would be standing in for Mack confirmed his diagnosis, and the lovely redhead was hospitalized. The stress of being a part of the healing arts had evidently been too much for her.
Cindy was enrolled in an exclusive private school. All three of them liked the idea that the lusty little girl could travel with her mother and stepfather after the wedding, without waiting for a scheduled vacation.
The police never were quite sure if they'd found Ron Webster or not. The two men in the wrecked van were unidentifiable. Since the road was wide, straight, and seldom traveled, everyone assumed that the driver had been drunk and passed out at the wheel. There were serial numbers on the little cashbox, but none on their pistols.
Mona was happy, Mack was ecstatic. Cindy thought the whole thing had turned out very well. Over the three-week period of the honeymoon, the women almost managed to cure their psychiatrist.
Of course, fourteen years of training dies hard. Mack sometimes, even now, attempts to ascribe bizarre mental illnesses to his lusty, healthy wife and stepdaughter. Cindy and Mona have had to resort to novel methods. After diligent research, they've found the most effective way therapy for a dogmatic headshrinker is to screw him until he can't stand up. When he shows insight, the ladies untie him and their home life gets back to the normal round of happy, lusty joy in one another.
