Chapter 4
"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."