Sex Practice, page 25
"Course 'e'll be in the fuckin' mood! There ain't nothin' what 'e likes better than fuckin' me bum 'ole!"
"God, Sally, your language leaves a lot to be desired!" Lily laughed as she thrust the candle in and out of Carole's bloated vaginal cavern.
"Me language leaves a lot of fuckin' what?"
"Nothing," Lily smiled. "Well, are we going to cane her tits or not?"
"Fuckin' right we fuckin' are!" Sally grinned, taking the cane from the shelf.
Shaking her head as Sally began the mammary thrashing, Brigit frowned. Larry would go mad, she knew as she gazed at Carole's grimacing face, the horror mirrored in her wide eyes. This was no way to deal with the woman! she reflected, wishing she'd never tied her to the couch. Her nipples stretched, thin weals forming across the taut skin covering her breasts, her fanny shaved, a huge candle thrust deep into her abused cunt... this was no way to deal with her at all!
Leaving Carole to her fate as the reception bell rang out, Brigit locked the door and wandered down the hall, her mind spinning, wondering why the practice had become such a disastrous mess. Raising her eyes to the ceiling as she saw Mother Barren-Womb hovering at the reception counter, she sighed. Now what was going on?
"May I help you?" she asked the Reverend Mother.
"Where is Doctor Lickman?"
"Er... he's out at the moment."
"Well, it's not good enough!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it! He's out, and that's that!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me, young lady! Now, listen - one of my nuns has gone missing and I want to know where she is. Doctor Lickman helped her to escape from the convent yesterday, and I want to know what he's done with her!"
"I'm sure hasn't done anything with her."
"He was seen leaving the convent with the girl. He drove her away in his car and I want to know what he's done with her. When will he be back?"
"He'll be ages, there's no point in waiting."
"I will wait, in his office - if it's all the same to you!"
Watching the Reverend Mother stride down the hall, Brigit realized that the practice had become more than a disastrous mess - it was a bloody nightmare! Larry should never have become involved with the nun, she reflected, leaning on the reception counter. There again, she should never have become involved with Carole Lickman!
"Brigit, what's happening?" Larry asked, creeping through the main entrance clutching the double-shafted vibrator, his dark eyes darting this way and that.
"Larry! Christ, thank God you're here! Mother Barren-Womb is in your study, and she's in a foul mood."
"Oh, God, things are going from bad to bloody worse! Here, take your vibro, you'd better hide it somewhere. Right, I'll deal with Mother Barren-Womb first, and then I'll confront that bitch, Carole," he sighed, holding his head as he walked down the hall.
Entering his consulting room, he shook his head, gazing at the Reverend-Mother seated at his desk. Oh, well, here goes nothing. "Mother Barren-Womb, how lovely to see you - yet again!"
Turning, her face scowling, she stood up and placed her clenched fists on her ample hips. "Where's Sister Mary? She was seen leaving the convent with you yesterday, what have you done with her?"
"Sister Mary?"
"Yes, Sister Mary! She got into your car and you took her away, where is she?"
"But I walked to the convent, Mother doom and gloom."
"My name's Barren-Womb! What do you mean, you walked?"
"I used my feet. It's an ingenious design feature of the human body - if you repeatedly put one foot in front of the other, you'll find that you move along the ground."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"No, it works! Watch, I'll show you."
"I know how to walk, you stupid man! What I meant was, I thought you'd driven to the convent."
"Oh, I see. Well, as Satan... I mean, as God had blessed us with such a lovely day, I thought I'd walk rather than use my car. What with the Chinese laundries, there's more than enough pollution in the air without me driving to the convent and making matters worse."
"Oh, well, in that case..."
"You say that she was seen leaving in a car?"
"Yes, one of the sisters saw her through a window, she left with a man fitting your description."
"How odd. The plot thickens!"
"Indeed, it does, Doctor!"
"Mind you, all men fit my description."
"No, they don't."
"Well, all men have two legs, as I do - and a head and two arms and..."
"Stop acting like a fool!"
"Sorry, I was only trying to be unhelpful. I suggest you contact DI fart... I mean, Clarke, and see what he has to say."
"He's already on the case, useless man that he is. He can't solve a simple case such as a sperm-stained habit, let alone discover the whereabouts of a missing person!"
"I'm sure he's doing his best. Why not return to the convent and leave him to solve the case?"
"Yes, I suppose I have no choice. Are you sure you didn't drive to the convent?"
"I'd remember if I had, wouldn't I?"
"It might have slipped your mind."
"No, nothing ever slips my mind. I'm blessed with an airtight mind, Mother Sexterior... Exterior... Mother Superior."
"Airtight? You can't even remember my name!"
"I'm pisslexic... dyslexic."
"Are you?"
"Yes, I'm of a dyslexic disposition. I inherited the condition from my sister's father."
"From your sister's father? Surely, you and your sister had the same father?"
"Did we?"
"Don't you know?"
"We didn't have the same mother, so..."
"How can she be your sister if you were born of different women?"
"I don't know. Wait a minute! Perhaps I haven't got a sister!"
"You must know whether you have a sister or not!"
"Must I? Yes, I suppose I must. In that case, I can't have a sister."
"Why not?"
"Because I've never seen her."
"This is ridiculous, Doctor! You're talking utter rubbish!"
"Yes, I do seem to be, I'm so sorry."
"Well, I'll get back to the convent. Goodbye, Doctor."
"Goodbye, Mother Superstore... Superior."
Grabbing the scotch bottle from the drawer as the Reverend Mother left the room, Larry took several gulps to prepare himself for what was bound to be a horrendous confrontation with Carole. He'd not seen her for eight years, and he'd prayed that he'd never see her again. Prayers obviously didn't work for the wicked.
"Carole!" he beamed as he entered the bondage room. "How ghastly it is to see you again! Oh, I see the girls have shaved your cunt, how nice for you! Now, what I need is some dirt on you, something to blackmail you with."
"Hang on!" Brigit gasped as Sally slipped the candle out of Carole's inflamed cunt and lapped up her sex juices. "I've just remembered that she said she had a husband. Roger, that was it - and then she called him her partner."
"Really?" Larry grinned. "Carole, you haven't committed a bigamist act of bigamy, have you?"
Her eyes reflecting her hatred for her husband, she managed to spit the panties out of her mouth and scream at Larry. "Release me this minute or I'll..."
"Or you'll what?"
"When you married me, you were already married to that slut, Sarah!"
"Carole, my marriage to you was dull and devoid, and now it's null and void, so let's not drag the past up."
"I'm going to tell..."
"Tell your husband, Roger, that you're already married?"
"He's not my husband!"
"That'll be easy enough to check. Lily, for goodness sake, leave her nipples alone for a minute and go and ring the registrar of births, miscarriages and deaths."
"Miscarriages?" the girl echoed as Carole's sore nipple slipped out of her mouth.
"In my opinion, marriages are miscarriages of justice. Just go and make the call. Ask whether Carole Lickman..."
"There's no need to do that!" Carole spat. "All right, I'm guilty, we're as bad as each other. Let me go, and I promise you that you'll never see me again."
"Don't let the fuckin' slag fuckin' go, Larry!" Sally protested. "She ain't fuckin' licked me fuckin' cunt out, yet!"
"I have to let the fuckin'... I have to release her, Sally. We have a deal, so she's free to go."
"It ain't fuckin' fair! I wanted to sit on 'er fuckin' face and bring me fuckin' cunt off in 'er fuckin' mouth!"
"Good grief, Sally, you really are..."
"She's a filthy, dirty, disgusting, vile, debased slut of a lesbian!" Carole hissed.
"Oi, no fuckin' slag-bag of a fuckin' slapper fuckin' talks to me like that!
"You're the most despicable, loathsome, trollop of a girl I have ever come across!" Carole hissed.
"Larry, you ain't fuckin' gonna let 'er talk to me like what she fuckin' did, are you?"
"Sally, Sally! Please, try and make an effort to clean up your language!" Larry sighed as he released Carole's wrists. "You must stop your incessant swearing!"
"Stop me fuckin' what swearin'?"
"Incessant, perpetual, continual, unending, persistent..."
"What the fuckin' 'ell are you fuckin' goin' on about?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter. Lily, untie Carole's feet, will you?"
"If she's the sort of girl you employ, then I feel very sorry for you, Larry," Carole said as she hauled her aching body upright and covered her weal-lined breasts with her folded arms.
"She's a client, Carole, not an employee. Now, get your clothes on and get out of here!"
"I will, don't you worry!"
"Sally, you'd better go. I'll see you on Thursday as usual. Lily, tidy this place up and then man reception. Brigit, come to my consulting room - I want a word with you. Goodbye Carole. Please, don't ever let me see your ugly face here again!"
"Walking out on you was the best thing I ever did!"
"I walked out on you, if you remember? Goodbye, Carole!"
Walking to his consulting room with Brigit in tow, Larry sat in his swivel chair and grabbed the bottle of scotch from the drawer. Shaking his head as Brigit sat opposite him, he smiled at the pretty girl.
"Well, quite a fiasco!" he chuckled, suddenly seeing the funny side of the dreadful situation.
"Yes, quite!" Brigit grinned, provocatively licking her full red lips.
"So, hopefully, Ravenhugh has been taken care of, Fullcrack and Venereal have backed off, Carole's been dealt with..."
"DI Clarke might keep away now, too."
"Yes, thanks to you and your pretty pussy!"
"That just leaves Mother Barren-Womb."
"I think she might well be taken care of by now!" Larry laughed.
"Why, what have you done?"
"Did you tell DI Clarke to search the old bat's study?"
"Yes, I did. What have you done, Larry?"
"Planted a plastic bag in her office - a plastic bag full of cannabis!"
"Christ! She'll be arrested!"
"Yes, with any luck. But I still have the debt collectors to face, and my other wife, Sarah. Oh, and several irate fathers."
"Yes, but things are looking better, aren't they?"
"Indeed they are, Brigit - indeed they are! Shit, the bells, the bells! OK, you go and see who's in reception and I'll finish off the scotch."
"Right, I'll see you later."
Grinning as he reclined in his chair, Larry contemplated the recent events, and the satisfactory outcome of majority of them. Gulping down the scotch, he imagined the Reverend Mother trying to explain away the bag of cannabis. She'd point the finger of blame at Larry, he knew, but there was no proof. He doubted very much that the woman would be arrested, but it would certainly cause trouble for her!
"Doctor Lickman, Miss Kitty Clittie is here to see you," Brigit smiled, showing a young Japanese woman into the room. "I'm sorry, but I forgot to check the appointments book."
"Ah! Er... yes, Miss Clittie. Please, take a seat," he replied, slipping the bottle of scotch into the drawer and rising to his feet. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Hallo, Doctor," the attractive woman smiled, shaking Larry's hand as Brigit slipped out of the room and closed the door.
"This is your first time isn't it, Kitty? Oh, you don't mind me calling you Kitty?"
"No, not at all."
"Good - I'm Larry. So, this is your first time?"
"Yes, I hope I haven't called at an inopportune moment?"
"No, no you made your appointment and you kept it - it's just that my secretary forgot to tell me that you were coming. Well, not coming, exactly. Er... so, what's the problem, Kitty?"
"Well, I can't achieve orgasm. I've tried everything, but I just can't do it."
"It's a common problem in women of your age. I've come across it many times, the problem, that is. How old are you?" he asked, gazing at her long black hair framing her pretty, oriental face.
"I'm twenty-two."
"Have you ever been able to achieve orgasm, Kitty, or has this problem only recently come... I mean, come about?"
"I've never had an orgasm in my life."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, I'd know if I'd experienced an orgasm, wouldn't I?"
"Not if you don't know what an orgasm is like. If you've never experienced an orgasm, then it stands to reason that you don't know what it's like to experience one. You might have had one, and not know what it was."
"Well, yes, but..."
"You say you've tried everything, what have you tried?"
"My boyfriend, he... he's tried oral sex."
"Tell me the sordid... the details of this act of oral sex, Kitty."
"He licked me, between my legs."
"What, he licked your thighs?"
"Well, no, between my... my vaginal lips."
"Ah, good, good! Have you tried to achieve orgasm on your own, by masturbating?"
"Yes, he bought me a vibrator, but that didn't work."
"The vibrator didn't work?"
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Were the batteries OK?"
"The thing worked, it buzzed and vibrated, but I didn't have an orgasm."
"Oh, I see. OK, we'll start with the basics - you know where your clitoris is, don't you?"
"Not really."
"Er... obviously, you know where your vagina is?"
"Yes."
"Your clitoris, Kitty, is situated between your vaginal lips, at the top of your vaginal crack. You can easily identify it with, my fingertip... with your fingertip - it's hard, somewhat like a small pea. If you stretch your vaginal lips apart, pull them up and apart as far as you can, you'll see your clitoris hiding in the top of your sex valley."
"Shall I try it now, Larry?"
"You don't mind pulling your panties down in front of me?"
"No, you're a doctor, aren't you? Anyway, my father always used to say - Kitty, your body is the body of a woman, and as a woman, you are to offer your body to men for their pleasure - and my pleasure."
"And his pleasure? What did he mean by that?"
"Don't you know?"
"Er... I have a pretty good idea! Right, shall we take a look at your clitoris, Kitty?"
"Yes, of course. I do hope I've got one."
"Don't worry, because if you haven't got one, I have knowledge of a special treatment that will cause the finest clitoris to grow in a matter of weeks."
"Really?"
"Yes, the treatment's called, clitorus fertilisus cum spunkus. OK, let's have a look."
Standing, the woman pulled her tight satin minidress up and tugged her black lace-frilled panties down to her knees, exposing her triangular patch of well-trimmed black pubic hairs, her long, oriental pussy crack to Larry's staring eyes.
"I can't see it," she breathed despondently, yanking her cunny lips wide apart. "Perhaps I haven't got one?"
She's fucking beautiful! "Er... if you'll come round here and allow me to show you," he grinned, his penis swelling as he gazed at her pinken, inner sex folds. "That's it, stand with your feet wide apart. OK, let's have a proper look at you." Taking her fleshy outer lips between his fingers and thumbs, he stretched her delicate flesh, her clitoris popping out from beneath its pink bonnet. "There it is! Have a look, just there, you see?"
"What, that small pink lump?" she asked, lowering her head and gazing at her neglected cumbud.
"Yes - that, Kitty, is your clitty... I mean, your Kitty... your clitoris."
"Oh, so I have got one! But, what's it for, what does it do?"
"It will bring your orgasms, when you know how to... it might be an idea to go to the examination room and look further up your... into your problem."
"How will it bring me orgasms?"
"Well, you see... come with me, Kitty, and I'll explain everything to you," Larry smiled, releasing her cunt lips and rising to his feet. "I'll instruct you in the fine art of female masturbation."
"Oh, thank you!" she beamed, tugging her panties up and following Larry to the bondage room.
The pleasure's all mine.
Closing the door as the girl stood by the examination couch, Larry gazed longingly at her breasts swelling her black satin dress - her nipples, clearly outlined by the tight material. She was a real stunner, and Larry wasn't going to waste any time getting his fingers, his solid penis, deep into her tight cunny hole!
"OK, climb onto the couch," he smiled. "Oh, you'd better remove your dress and panties."
"I do hope this is going to work, Larry," she said softly in her naivety, tugging her dress over her head.
"Oh, it'll work all right!" he assured her, gazing at her straining black bra, the gentle swell of her suntanned stomach. "Believe me, I've brought many a woman to... I mean, I've helped many a woman in your predicament." I've fucked them to orgasm.
Slipping her panties down, she kicked them aside along with her shoes and climbed onto the couch. Her long legs open as she lay down, Larry focused on her pink inner lips protruding between the fleshy hillocks rising either side of her moist pussy crack.
"OK, we'll start by... I think you'd better take your bra off, Kitty."
"Oh, why do I have to do that?" she asked, her alluring slit-eyes looking up at Larry.
"Well, because... because your breasts should come into play during masturbation. Slip your bra off and I'll begin the lesson."
