Chapter 10
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.