SG-131  Cindy's Downfall
(Kim Michaels)


FOREWORD 

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. 


End
