Chapter 9
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.
"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."