Sex Practice, page 22
Grinning as she grabbed the cane, Lily was eager to thrash the girl's inflated breasts. This was her chance to take revenge on female breasts, to vent her anger on the evil mammary spheres! Gazing into Melinda's terror-stricken eyes as she raised the cane high above her head, Brigit brought it down, the thin bamboo striking her prisoner's taut breasts with a loud crack.
Struggle and squirm, Melinda was powerless to halt the mammary caning as Lily repeatedly brought the cane down, leaving thin weals fanning out across the girl's ballooning flesh. Striking her areolae, her erect nipples, Lily lost herself in her revenge, thrashing the swollen tits with a vengeance.
Here eyes almost popping out of her head as her naked body jolted with every strike of the thin bamboo, Melinda grimaced as Larry forced a huge candle between her vaginal lips and drove the wax phallus deep into her convulsing cunt. Carried away in his debauchery, he didn't stop to think of the consequences, of the inevitable reprisals. All that mattered was the moment, the breasts thrashing, the vaginal abuse - his craving to commit depraved sexual acts upon his victim.
Gazing at the girl's face as the cane struck her crimson breasts again, he frowned. She appeared to be enjoying the punishment, he observed, her closed eyes displaying a faint smile. Perhaps Lily's breasts could do with a good thrashing, he mused, thrusting the candle in and out of Melinda's drenched cunt sheath. Monica's tits were certainly in line for a thrashing should she be released by the police and return to the bondage room!
The rubber ball slipping out of Melinda's mouth, she gasped, begging Lily to tighten the clamps. Discarding the cane, Lily obliged, tightening the screws and forcing the girl's scarlet tits to swell painfully. Grabbing the cane, she continued with the thrashing to the accompaniment of her prisoner's gasps of sexual fulfilment.
"Do it harder! Cane my tits harder!" Melinda cried as Larry took another candle from the shelf and parted her taut buttocks. Complying as Larry forced the candle deep into the girl's tight bottom sheath, Lily sensed her own clitoris swell and throb, her vaginal juices trickling from her hot cunt. Her fear of breasts rapidly fading, she discarded the cane and leaned over Melinda's quivering body, sucking the girl's inflamed nipple into her wet mouth.
Running her hand over Melinda's smooth stomach, Lily located her erect clitoris and massaged the small sex nodule as Larry thrust the candles in and out of her lust holes. Trembling, gasping as her climax approached, Melinda tossed her head from side to side, her long black hair masking her sex-flushed face, her stomach rising and falling.
"Coming!" she sang as her climax erupted, her clitoris pulsating in orgasm beneath Lily's caressing fingertips. "Oh, God, I'm coming!" Leaving the candles imbedded in the wailing girl's love holes, Larry moved behind Lily and lifted her skirt up over her back. Tugging her red knickers down, exposing her rounded bottom cheeks as she fervently mouthed and sucked on Melinda's nipples, he slipped his erect penis out of his trousers.
"Do you want this?" he asked the girl, pressing his bulbous knob between her taut buttocks. "Do you want this up your bum?"
"Yes, yes!" Lily replied, moving down to Melinda's inflamed pussy lips and standing with her feet wide apart. Lapping at the girl's inner folds, sweeping her tongue over throbbing clitoris, Lily gasped as Larry's knob pressed against her brown ring, desperate to gain entry to her hot bowels. "Do it!" she cried. "Push it right up my bum and fuck me!"
His solid shaft slowly entering her hot anal duct as Melinda's multiple orgasm peaked again, Larry grabbed Lily's hips and drove his knob further into the dank heat of her rectal sheath. Inch by inch of his fleshpole gliding into her tight hole, his drove his knob fully home, completely impaling her on his rigid member, his heavy balls resting against her swollen cunt lips.
"God, that's heaven!" Lily breathed, her face wet with Melinda's sex juices. "Fuck me, really give it to me!"
"Christ, your arse is tight!" Larry gasped, sliding half his length out of her bottom-hole and thrusting his knob deep into her bowels again.
"Oh, oh, I'm going to split open! Ah, you're so big!"
"Christ, how I love girls' arse holes!" Larry cried in his crudity.
Her fear of the penis declining, Lily gyrated her hips, delighting in the lewd anal sensations. Reaching between her parted thighs and massaging her solid clitoris as Larry fucked her tight arse hole, she continued to suck on Melinda's pulsating sex button, taking the quivering girl closer to her enforced climax.
"This is somewhat unorthodox, isn't it?" Melinda breathed, her naked body rocking with the sensations of sex as Lily thrust the candle in and out of her drenched cunt.
"It's a tried and tested method of enlarging the breasts," Larry replied, thrusting his cock deep into Lily's spasming bum-hole.
"I don't understand. How will you doing that to your trainee sex therapist enlarge my breasts?"
"Lily is acting as a catalyst, my sperming into her bowels as she sucks your clitoris will precipitate changes in your breasts. It's known as anal catalytic breast enlargement."
Ignoring the tethered girl's questions, Larry increasing his rhythm, driving his swollen knob into Lily's velveteen rectal tube, his heavy balls slapping her dripping vaginal lips as his climax approached. His foreskin gliding back and forth over his throbbing knob as he withdrew his penis and thrust into her tight bottom-hole again, Larry's sperm finally jetted from his slit, filling the quivering girl's bowels as her own climax erupted beneath her massaging clitoris within her pulsating clitoris. Melinda reaching another mind-blowing climax, all three shuddered and gasped in their coming, their cries of sexual gratification resounding throughout the building.
"We must do this again, Lily!" Larry grinned as the last of his spunk gushed deep into her hot anal cavern. "God, I'll fuck your arse again and again!"
"I've never known anything like it!" she whimpered, massaging her throbbing clitoris as she swept her tongue over Melinda's pulsating sex nodule. "God, it's heavenly!"
Gently slipping his flaccid penis out of Lily's anal canal, Larry zipped his trousers, wondering how Monica was faring in police custody. "I'll leave you to enjoy yourselves," he smiled, gazing at the obvious pleasure depicted by Melinda's expression as Lilly sucked the girl's clitoris into her hot mouth. "Yes, well, as I said, enjoy yourselves."
Returning to his consulting room, he grabbed the phone and rang the local police station, asking to speak to DI Clarke. "Ah, Doctor Lickman," the detective replied. "What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering how Monica Moodie was getting on, has she been charged?"
"Yes, she's been charged and released on police bail."
"Oh, I see."
"In view of what she said during her interview, I might have cause to return to your practice and discuss certain matters with you, Doctor."
"Certain matters?"
"Yes, there's the matter of pornographic photographs, allegedly taken by you."
"Pornographic photographs? I really don't think..."
"As yet, I don't have the photographs in my possession, but Mrs Moodie has assured me that they'll be delivered to my office later today."
"Who by?"
"I'm not at liberty to say, I'm afraid."
"Right, well, keep me posted, Inspector."
"Oh, I will, Doctor Lickman - I will! Good day to you."
Replacing the receiver, Larry frowned. Gina or Christine would be delivering the photographs, he mused, wondering how to ambush them. "Brigit!" he called, leaving the room and walking to reception. "Ah, Brigit, I want you to hang around outside the police station."
"Whatever for?" she asked in surprise.
"Gina or Christine will be taking some incriminating photographs of me to the police station later today, I want you to ambush..."
"I can't do that! I can't start a fight in the street!"
"Of course you can. It's imperative that you grab the pictures, Brigit, my very life depends on it!"
"OK, but I really don't think..."
"Don't fail me Brigit! Disguise yourself, wear a balaclava, jeans and a jacket so you appear to be a young man. Hide across the road from the police station and leap out of the bushes when you see Gina or Christine and snatch their handbag, OK? Monica might even deliver them, so look out for her, too."
"OK. I'll go now, shall I?"
"Yes, and do a good job. I'll see you later."
Watching the girl leave the building, Larry turned his thoughts to Mother Barren-Womb, wondering how to deal with the old bat once and for all. "Lily!" he bellowed down the hall.
"What is it?" the cunny-wet faced girl asked, peering round the bondage room door.
"I'm going to the bloody damned convent to see Mother Broad-Loom, hold the fort until I get back."
"Can't Brigit..."
"She's out on an errand of great importance, so you're in charge. I'll try not to be too long."
Arriving at the convent, Larry parked his car at the foot of the steps to the huge Victorian building and pulled a small plastic bag out of the glove compartment. He could almost smell the sweet scent of cunt-stained knickers! He grinned inwardly as he climbed the steps and entered the building through a huge oak door, wondering where the laundry room was.
"May I help you?" a nun asked as she drifted towards Larry, her pale face smiling sweetly.
"Yes, I've come to see Mother Barren-Womb - my name's Doctor Lickman," he replied, stuffing the plastic bag into his pocket.
"Come with me, I'll show you to her study," the Sister said, turning and walking down the dimly-lit corridor. "She'll be pleased to see you, she's been wanting to speak with you for some time."
"Really?" Larry smiled as the nun knocked on a large oak door.
"Yes, she's been in a very bad mood since..."
"Come!" the Reverend Mother boomed.
"Good luck, Doctor," the nun said softly, lifting her habit and scurrying down the corridor like a frightened rabbit.
"Ah, Doctor Lickman!" Mother Barren-Womb greeted him from behind her desk as he entered her study.
"Mother Barren-Womb," he smiled. "I thought I'd better come and see you because..."
"Sit down, Doctor - we have some serious business to discuss."
"Oh, do we?" he asked, sitting opposite the grumpy woman.
"Yes, we do! Firstly, Sister Mary visited your establishment, alone and without my permission."
"Yes, she..."
"Did you examine her?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so."
"You suppose so? Do you suffer from short-term memory loss, Doctor?"
"No, only when convenient."
"Well, did you or did you not examine the girl?"
"Yes, I did have reason to examine her."
"Did you remove her habit?"
"No."
"You're lying! I have it from a reliable source that you did remove the girl's habit."
"No, I'm not lying! I didn't remove her habit - she removed it."
"It amounts to the same thing."
"As a matter of fact, it doesn't amount to the same thing at all."
"Be quiet! Can you explain the presence of sperm on her habit?"
Yes, but I'm not going to. "DI Clarke informed me of the unmentionable stains, Mother Barren-Womb, but I have no idea where..."
"Was it your sperm?"
"Good grief, no! I'm a highly qualified doctor, do you think that I'd..."
"You're not a qualified doctor, I've checked."
Fuck! "Er... checked where?"
"With the British Medical Association. They've never heard of you, Doctor Lickman."
"Oh, I see!" Larry laughed, lolling about in the chair. "I'm not actually registered with the BMA. I qualified in South Africa, so..."
"But the BMA would have you listed as a..."
"No, no they wouldn't. Their register only lists doctors who qualify in Britain."
"I see. Well, that appears to be that matter cleared up. Going back to this dreadful business of the sperm-stained habit, I firmly believe that it was your sperm."
"And what makes you believe that?"
"Because of the facts that have come to light. Sister Mary visited you and removed her habit, you physically examined her, her naked body, and..."
"What bearing does all this have on...?"
"The evidence might only be circumstantial, Doctor Lickman, but it's more than enough for any court to come to the conclusion that the sperm came from... that you deposited the sperm."
"I've had a vasectomy, Mother Fallen-Doom."
"Barren-Womb! Vasectomy or not, you'd still be capable of producing..."
"Apart from the vasectomy where they cut the vas deferens, they also removed the prostate gland, the Cowper's glands and the seminal vesicles."
"Why?"
"It was as the result of a deep-seated childhood experience I had with a twelve-year-old girl at school."
"Really? But I don't see..."
"I'm unable to go into detail because of the illegality of the girl's wanton act, but I am unable to produce semen, Mother Barren-Womb. I rest my case."
"Oh, I see. Well, please forgive me, Doctor, I've obviously made a terrible and completely incorrect assumption."
"That's all right, I quite understand. You weren't to know of my dreadful urological condition. I'm sorry to have to mention the word in your convent, but I don't possess a penis."
"Goodness me! Oh, you poor man!"
"I've leaned to live with it, or, should I say, without it."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry. So, as to the stained habit, I'm afraid I can't help you,"
"The police analysed the substance found on Sister Mary's habit and discovered it to be sperm, so who on earth was responsible?"
"Perhaps the police were mistaken and the substance was face cream or..."
"I very much doubt that the police made a mistake, Doctor!"
"Presumably, Sister Mary won't discuss the matter?"
"No, she won't. She's been confined to her room."
"Oh, has she?"
"Yes, she's been locked in."
"For how long?"
"Indefinitely! Until I get to the bottom of this, that's where she'll stay, away from men's... away from men."
"Well, I'd better be getting back to my practice, Mother Barren-Womb. I'm pleased that we've cleared the air," Larry smiled, rising to his feet and moving to the door.
"As am I, Doctor - as am I. By the way, Jenny Faggot's father contacted me again. He told me that he'd been completely wrong about you. Apparently, after speaking to Jenny again about her visit to your establishment, he was most impressed with you."
"Oh, good! So, that's another misunderstanding... I mean, another problem sorted out." Discretely taking the bag from his pocket, he dropped it behind a picture of the Pope standing on a small table by the door. "Well, I'd better get back to work, I suppose."
"Yes, thank you for calling, Doctor."
"Not at all, goodbye, Mother Superfluous... Superior."
Leaving the study, the heady fragrance of girls filling his nostrils, Larry decided to nose around the convent. Although the laundry room with its stained knickers played heavily on his mind, he went in search of Sister Mary's room, wondering whether it would be wise to release her, let her run free. With her vows broken and the Reverend Mother out to prove her carnal ways and shame her, he was sure the young nun would welcome her emancipation.
Creeping up a huge oak staircase, Larry found himself standing at the end of a long hallway lined with doors. It looked promising, he mused, tentatively opening each door as he walked down the hall. Trying a locked door, he smiled, noticing a key hanging on a hook. This must be it, he concluded unlocking and opening the door.
"Doctor!" Sister Mary cried from her bed, her tearful eyes smiling, glimmering with hope. "What are you doing...?"
"Shush! I've come to rescue you," he replied. "Do you have any clothes other than your habit?"
"Yes, I have the clothes I wore when I first came here."
"Good, get changed and we'll sneak out."
"How did you find me?" she asked, opening a cupboard and taking out a dress and a pair of high-heal shoes.
"I came to talk to Mother Barren-Womb, she told me that you were confined to your room, so here I am."
"I'm never coming back here!" she asserted as she tugged her habit over her head. "Never in a million years! I'm going to get a job and..."
"I'm pleased to hear it, but we've got to get you out of here first."
"There's a fire escape, we'll go that way," she said excitedly, slipping into the tight red dress. "OK, I'm ready when you are."
Following the girl down the hall and through a fire exit, Larry descended the iron steps, praying that the Reverend Mother wouldn't catch him in his act of rescuing the damsel in distress. He knew that DI Clarke would be called in the minute the nun's escape had been discovered, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
"Quickly, into my car," he whispered, creeping round the front of the building and opening the passenger door. "We're out of here!"
"God help us if someone sees us!" she breathed, gazing up at the rows of windows as Larry jumped in beside her and started the engine.
"I don't think God will help!" Larry laughed, turning the car round and speeding down the winding drive. "We're in the hands of Satan now!"
Pulling up outside his house, Larry gave the girl the front door key and told her to make herself at home. I'll see you around five-thirty," he smiled as she climbed out of the car. "Don't answer the phone or the door, OK?"
"OK," she replied, dashing up the path.
Returning to his practice and parking his car, Larry wondered how long it would take DI Clarke to pay him a visit concerning Sister Mary's absconding. Entering the building, he wasn't in the least surprised to discover the detective hovering in reception. Lily making a hasty retreat to the waiting room, Larry approached the suited man to face the music.
"Ah, Doctor Lickman, might I have another word with you?" the sleuth asked.
