Sex Practice, page 13
Her outer pussy lips engorging, swelling, her milk-white thighs twitching, her firm breasts heaving, ballooning her tight habit, she gasped incoherent words of sexual satisfaction as her drenched cuntal sheath gripped Larry's thrusting fingers like as velvet-jawed vice. Biting her lip, she raised her head, gazing in awe at her crimson pussy lips, her yawning vaginal crack, as her orgasm peaked again, sending electrifying quivers of sex through her body.
Desperate to slip his cock into her tight cunt as she rested her head on the couch, Larry moved the tip of the vibrator in circles around her pulsating clitoris, sustaining her sexual pleasure. His penis solid within his tight trousers, yearning for the welcoming heat of her cunt, he slipped a third finger into her drenched vaginal sheath, her multiple orgasm peaking again, plunging her deeper into the beautiful depths of sexual pleasure.
"Oh, please stop!" she sang as her enforced climax finally began to recede, leaving her quivering, gasping for breath. "Please... I can't..."
"It's all right, it's all over," Larry assured her, switching the vibrator off and slipping his wet fingers out of her abused cunt. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, no, I mean... I don't know. I've never known such... such amazing feelings before!"
"You found the experience pleasant?" he asked, placing the vibrator on the shelf and gently massaging her receding clitoris with his cunny-wet fingertips.
"Yes, very! But I feel that I've sinned, Doctor. It's not right to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh."
"Satan... I mean, God gave you your vagina, your clitoris, for your enjoyment, Mary. He gave you your clitoris so that you may sexually pleasure yourself."
"Yes but..."
"Turn over, I need to examine your anal canal before you go."
"But... but that's not..." she stammered, rolling over and exposing her taut rounded buttocks, the deep valley of her bottom crease.
"This won't take a minute," he said, grabbing the jar of honey from the shelf and smearing the golden liquid between her tensed bottom orbs, paying special attention to her tightly closed brown hole. "You may go after I've checked your anal duct. I might as well give you a full examination while you're here. Have you ever had an anal examination before?"
"No, no I haven't, Doctor."
"Have you ever inserted anything into your bottom-hole?"
"Inserted anything? What do you mean?"
"Well, a finger." Or a penis.
"A finger? No, never!"
"You should insert a finger into your bottom daily. Fingering your bottom-hole will keep your anal sphincter muscles firm."
"I couldn't bring myself to do that!"
"Use a candle, then."
Spreading her legs, Larry grinned, eyeing her full vaginal lips ballooning between her parted thighs, her cunny juice oozing from her open hole. Parting her buttocks, he pressed his fingertip against the delicate brown tissue surrounding the portal to her rectal sheath, causing her to gasp and writhe as his sticky finger slipped into the dank heat of her bottom-hole. Further, he drove his finger, exploring her fiery core, stretching her delicate inner tissue, waking sleeping nerve endings.
"Oh, ah! That's... that's nice!" she whimpered, raising her bottom, affording Larry a perfect view of her wet, gaping vaginal crack. "Ah, it feels... it feels."
"Just relax, Mary," Larry smiled, catching her blue eyes as she turned her flushed face to look at him. "Just relax and enjoy the rectal sensations."
Managing to drive a second finger into her tight anal tube, stretching her brown tissue, he grabbed a large candle from the shelf and slipped the pointed end between her swollen sex hillocks. Slowly pushing the phallus deep into her tightening cunt, he waited in anticipation for her response, wondering what she was thinking. The girl had enjoyed the vibrator, he reflected as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight velveteen bottom-hole. Would she allow him to slip his solid penis deep into her vagina and fill her with sperm? What reason could he conjure up to make her believe that she should be well and truly arse-fucked and her bowels filled with spunk?
"There seems to be a problem, Mary," Larry began pensively, slipping his fingers out of the girl's anal duct. "I'd like you to climb off the couch and sit on my medical chair."
"Medical chair?" she frowned as Larry slipped the cunny-wet candle out of her tight, hot pussy duct.
"Yes," he smiled, helping her off the couch. "It was designed by a university professor. Er... I'm afraid you'll have to take your habit off."
"I can't do that!" she protested, standing before him. "My vows..."
"Mary, I know you've taken your vows, but you have a problem."
"What's wrong with me?"
"In my considered opinion, you're suffering from vestal anusus."
"What are all these weird complaints? You seem to think that I'm riddled with problems."
"Vestal anusus is fairly common in young women, and it can be easily rectified by use of a medical candle. Labia poutus can also be cured, but you'll have to allow me to administer the treatment. Vaginus neglectus can be corrected, but I can't help you if you won't help me. You might also be suffering from milkus teatus suckle deficiency, but if you won't remove your clothing, there's nothing I can do."
"All right," she finally conceded, kicking her shoes off. "No one will know about this, will they? I mean, if Mother Barren-Womb were to find out that I'd undressed and allowed you to examine me, she'd be furious."
"Trust me, Mary. Whatever happens in this room will remain our secret. Not even God will know about it."
"He will! He's everywhere!"
"He's not in here, this is a God-free zone. Take your habit off."
Tugging her habit over her head, her long jet-black hair falling over her naked shoulders, the girl unclipped her bra and released her firm breasts from the white cotton cups. Eyeing her curvaceous body, her erect nipples, her chocolate-brown areolae, Larry opened a large cupboard and pulled out his special chair. Gazing in awe at the round hole in the seat of the chair, Mary stood naked before Larry, her hand over her open mouth.
"You want me to sit on that?" she asked in surprise, folding her arms to conceal her naked breasts.
"Yes, if you would. The hole in the centre of the chair is for... just sit down, Mary," Larry smiled, taking the girl's arm. "That's it, now put your hands behind the back of the chair."
"Why?" she asked, her eyes following Larry as he moved behind her.
"This will help your pelvic muscles to... there, that's it!" he chuckled, deftly lashing her wrists together with a length of rope.
"Why have you tied my wrists?" she gasped, trying to wriggle free.
"So that I can sexually abuse your beautiful wet cunt!" he laughed, kneeling down and massaging her swollen cunt lips through the hole in the chair.
"Please, you can't do this to me!"
"I have done it to you!"
"Mother Barren-Womb will..."
"You're no more a nun than I'm the fucking pope! Did you really believe that you could fool me?"
"Fool you?"
"I know who you are - Christine Cology! I suppose this was your mother's idea, her way of trying to..."
"She'll come looking for me!" the girl hissed as Larry slipped his finger between her fleshy vaginal lips and drove it deep into her tight vaginal cavern.
"That's true, but she won't find you!" he laughed, slipping his wet finger out of her cunt and rising to his feet. "You see that blank wall, do you notice anything odd about it?" he asked.
"No, no I don't."
"Watch."
Pressing a button concealed beneath the shelf, Larry grinned as the false wall slowly slid back, revealing another room. Her eyes wide as she gazed at the chains hanging from the walls, the handcuffs and whips adorning the room, the horizontal planks of padded wood forming an X, Christine turned to Larry.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully.
"Many things, Christine - but the first thing I'd like to do is fuck you, fuck your tight cunt hole! It seems that I'm now in a position to call the shots!" he grinned, dragging the chair into his secret room. "All the time I have you, your mother won't be able to do a thing. Of course, I realize that Monica was behind this, telling your mother about Barren-Womb sending one of her nuns to see me. As Monica's out at the moment, she won't know that you've arrived. I'll tell her that you didn't turn up and..."
"I'll scream!"
"Go ahead, this room has been completely soundproofed. No one will hear anything, Christine, no one will ever know that I'm in here, fucking you, fucking your tight arse hole!"
"This is against the law!" the girl spat. "You can't..."
"Which law?"
"The law of the land!"
"I abide only by Satan's laws. All's fair in lust and sex. Right, I'm going to lay you on my sex cross!" he chuckled, releasing the struggling girl's hands and frogmarching her to the cross. Pinning her naked body across the padded planks, he managed to secure her outstretched arms with rope. "You came here expecting me to fuck you, so I'm going to fuck you!"
"I didn't come here expecting..." she screamed, desperately struggling to break free.
"Yes, you did! You were hoping that I'd fuck you so that you could go running back and tell your... wait a minute!" he gasped, parting her kicking legs and securing her ankles to the ends of the planks. "You'd need proof, wouldn't you? It would be my word against yours if... how were you going to prove what had happened to you?"
"Monica was... I... I wasn't going to prove anything!" she returned, her four limbs stretched out, her cunt crack open, yawning - her naked body completely defenceless.
"Ah, Monica, of course! No doubt she was going to... hang on, she said she was going to the hairdresser. No doubt the plan was for her to come barging in and... and bring your bloody mother with her as a witness!"
"No, no she..."
"Right, I'm going to have some fun with you! As I said, scream for all you're worth, but it won't do you any good!" Raising his hands above his head and looking up at the ceiling, Larry grinned. "Satan, I offer you this girl's cunt! Take her, Satan, take her cunt!"
"You're mad!"
"We're all mad, Christine."
"You mustn't call on the Devil!"
"Why not, he's a good mate of mine."
The planks about eighteen inches above the floor, Larry sat between the trembling girl's splayed thighs, his face level with her gaping cunt slit. Parting her sex folds, he licked her pinken flesh, sucking on her inner lips, savouring the heady taste of her sticky vaginal juices. Squirm and tug on her bonds though she did, she couldn't prevent Larry from lapping at her open hole and pushing his tongue into her defenceless sex cavern.
"You'll be sorry for this!" she screamed as Larry drove three fingers deep into her wet vaginal duct.
"You can't prove a thing!" he chuckled, thrusting his fingers in and out of her fiery cunt. "Besides, I'm going to keep you here forever!"
"I'll escape and..."
"Christine, let's not talk about escaping! Why don't you relax and enjoy yourself? I'm going to fuck you in a minute, I'm going to spunk up your tight cunt hole - you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"No! If you dare to..."
"I'll fuck your bottom, too. I know you'll love having my hard cock spunking up your arse hole!"
"If you..."
"Right, I'll get my cock out and give your cunt a good seeing to!" he laughed, slipping his wet fingers out of her tightening pussy hole. "Later, I'll wank over your tits. Yes, cleavage sex, I like that. I might even fuck your pretty mouth, if you're a good girl."
"I'll bite your cock off if you..."
"In that case, I'll wank over your face, splatter my spunk over your mouth. But it's your lovely bum-hole that I'm looking forward to! I love slipping my cock up a hot, tight, velvety bum-hole!"
Pushing the hinged planks apart, painfully opening the girl's legs, her vaginal crack, Larry grinned. His sex cross was an ingenious invention - the padded planks not only able to open and close like scissors, but move up and down, raising his victim's legs. Do you like my sex cross?" he asked, pushing the planks further apart, her cunt gaping as her thighs opened almost to right angles to her naked body.
"You disgust me!" she spat.
"Why, thank you! OK, here comes my big cock!"
Kneeling between his prisoner's thighs, Larry unzipped his trousers and hauled his erect penis out, rubbing his bulbous knob up and down her sex slit, lubricating his weaponhead with her lubricious cunny juice. Lifting her head, spitting expletives, Christine grimaced as Larry's knob entered her vaginal portal and drove deep into her struggling body. Her outer lips taut around the base of his solid member, his full balls squashed against her taut buttocks, his glans pressing against her cervix, she was completely impaled on his veined sex-staff.
Slipping his penis out of her cunt, Larry drove his fleshpole into her again, causing her stomach to rise, her clitoris to stiffen in response to the vaginal pummelling. Holding her swollen pussy lips apart with his thumbs, exposing her sex button, he gazed at her pinken girl-flesh, the sheer girth of his wet shaft, as it repeatedly entered her hot cunt and emerged, dripping with her vaginal fluid. Gasping, her eyes closed, the girl was obviously enjoying the enforced fucking, the penile thrusting, as Larry quickened his rhythm. Would she come? he wondered, massaging her solid clitoris with his thumb. Would she beg for more sex after he'd spunked up her cunt and taken her to her shuddering climax?
"There's nothing I like more than tying a girl down and using her body for obscene sex!" he chuckled as she tossed her head from side to side, her long black hair veiling her sex-flushed face. "And there's nothing Brigit likes more than drinking sperm from a tethered girl's dripping cunt hole!"
Remaining silent, Christine relaxed, allowing the sensations of orgasm to build deep within her contracting womb. Her nipples erect, her areolae darkening in her sexual arousal, she was close to her climax, Larry observed. His balls slapping her taut buttocks as he fucked her, he gasped as his knob throbbed and his sperm coursed its way up his twitching penis shaft and jetted from his pulsating knob.
"God, you're tight!" he cried, thrusting into her spasming cunt as she gasped in the grip of her orgasm. "Ah, ah, your cunt's so hot, tight, wet!"
"Harder!" she wailed in her sexual delirium, her thighs twitching, her breasts heaving, bouncing. "Fuck me harder!"
Grabbing her hips, Larry complied, driving his orgasming knob deep into her drenched cunt, his shaft gliding over her sensitive clitoris, satisfying her lust, sustaining her climax. The remnants of his spunk pumping into her vagina, bathing her hot cervix, Larry finally slowed his rhythm, gently bringing the girl down from her sexual heaven. Gasping, semiconscious, her tethered body quivering, she opened her eyes and lifted her head.
"You're a bastard, you really are!" she spat, yanking on her bonds.
"God, I needed that!" Larry chuckled, slipping his semi-erect penis out of her hot, sperm-drenched cuntal sheath. "I'll fuck your arse hole later!"
"My mother knows where I am! You needn't think that you'll get away with this!"
"What is it with women?" Larry frowned, zipping his trousers. "Men go to all the trouble of fucking them, and all they get in return is complaints!"
"Rape, that's what it is!"
"Rape, my arse! You came here knowing full well I'd fuck you, so how can you say that I've raped you? You wanted this to happen so that Monica and your mother would catch me red-handed - red-knobbed! Right, I'll see you later. I have things to do."
Slipping out of the room and pressing the button, Larry watched the false wall slide across, concealing his prisoner. Grabbing the girl's habit, he stuffed it into the cupboard along with her grey knickers and bra. "Right, that should do it!" he grinned, flinging her shoes into the cupboard and closing the door.
Walking towards reception, Larry smiled at Brigit. "Where's the witch?" he asked.
"She's still out," Brigit replied. "What have you done with the nun?"
"She's no nun, she's Gina's daughter!"
"God, really? Where is she?"
"In the secret room. Ah, right on cue!" he grinned, turning to face Monica and Gina as they entered reception. "Hallo, ladies! And Gina."
"Hasn't the nun arrived?" Monica asked, her suspicious eyes frowning at Larry.
"No, she hasn't. I do hate it when people miss appointments, it's such a waste of my time! How are you, Gina? What brings you to my highly successful and profitable establishment of sexology?"
"I was just passing when I met Monica in the street," the pretty blonde replied, glancing around reception.
"Where could the nun have got to?" Monica asked, her puzzled gaze catching Gina's. "The appointment was..."
"God only knows!" Larry groaned. "Anyway, I have things to do. Sally Peabody is due soon so I'd better prepare myself, you know what she can be like! Er... Gina, would you like me to pull your panties down and..."
"No, I wouldn't!" she returned, cutting his lewd remark.
"I don't understand why the nun missed her appointment!" Monica persisted, turning to Brigit. "Are you sure she didn't turn up, Brigit?"
"Of course I'm sure! I'd know if a nun walked in here, wouldn't I? Unless I've forgotten. You know what my memory's like."
"I'll be going," Gina said, forcing a smile as she moved towards the door. "Er... I'll be in touch, Monica."
"Yes, yes all right. I'll... I'll let you know about... I'll ring you."
"Bye, Gina!" Larry called, his dark eyes grinning. "Mind how you go!"
Watching Monica walk down the hall towards his consulting room, Larry grinned. The old bat knew that something was going on, she knew that Gina's daughter would have turned up. Between them, Monica and Gina had gone to a lot of trouble hiring the habit and preparing the trap - Christine wouldn't have let them down, Monica would be sure of that. Nudging Brigit as Monica peered into the examination room, Larry chuckled.
"She can't understand it!" he whispered excitedly. "Look at her, she's sure that the girl's here somewhere, but she'll never find her!"
"How long will you keep her here?" Brigit asked as Monica turned and walked towards reception.
