Chapter 7
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.