Sex Practice, page 26
Sitting upright, she unclipped her bra and peeled the cups away from her succulent breasts. "There," she smiled, reclining and resting her head on the couch. "Now I'm completely naked."
"Indeed, you are. Er... right, so..." Jesus, I'd give anything to fuck her. "OK, drop your feet down either side of the couch, Kitty."
"I don't know if I'll be able to... oh, yes, I can!" she replied opening her legs as wide as she could and lowering her feet by the sides of the couch. "There, now what?"
What indeed? "OK, your clitoris, as you have seen, is situated at the top of your sex crack. Your nipples... during orgasm, Kitty, it's best that your nipples are stimulated. Now, what I'm going to do is attach metal clips to your nipples to add to the sensation of your climax."
"Metal clips?" she echoed in surprise. "Is that normal?"
Nothing I do can ever be considered normal. "Perfectly normal, Kitty. Most women have a trinket box or a small velvet bag where they keep their nipple clips."
"I didn't know that."
"You see, you're leaning already!"
"You're a good teacher, Larry."
"I am that, Kitty - I am that!"
Taking two metal clips from the shelf, Larry attached them to then girl's elongated nipples, watching her pretty face grimace with the mixture of pain and pleasure as the clips bit into her sensitive, brown milk teats. Better not use the weights, he decided, his eyes transfixed on her darkening areolae as the pinching sensations permeated her firm mammary globes.
"OK, now I'll begin the lesson," he smiled, running his finger up and down her gaping vaginal fissure. "During masturbation, the vaginal muscles convulse, they rhythmically tighten and relax. To add to the debased sensations... the heavenly sensations, I'm going to give your muscles something to grip on."
"Such as what?" she asked, lifting her head and staring at the metal clips squeezing her aching nipples.
"A candle, Kitty. I'm going to shove a... slip a candle into your vaginal orifice to give your muscles something to grip on."
"A candle? Is that normal? I mean, surely, women don't use candles?"
"They use anything they can get their hands... yes, they do, Kitty. In fact, I was reading in the Medical Journal the other day that doctors are now being advised to instruct their patients to push candles into their vaginas daily."
"Whatever for?"
"To firm and tone the muscles. Many women, as they become older, tend to suffer vaginal problems due to the slackening of the muscles. Now, your cunt's very... your vagina, no doubt, is very tight, but later in life... suffice to say that regular use of candles will keep your vagina tight, youthful, hot, wet... er... in good shape."
"OK, whatever you say, Larry."
Taking the largest candle from the shelf, Larry held the girl's swollen sex pads wide apart and gently pushed the candle deep into her tight cunt. Gasping as her inner flesh stretched to accommodate the massive phallus, she closed her eyes. The candle finally coming to rest against her cervix, she arched her back, the sensations of sex already beginning to permeate her naked body.
This was all Larry wanted out of life - alone in the bondage room with a fresh girl naked on the examination couch, a candle pushed deep into her wet cunt, her nipples painfully pinched by the metal clips. Tax men, the police, the health authority, Gina Cology... they could all go to hell as far as he was concerned. But go to hell, they wouldn't! Jumping as the door burst open, Larry's stomach sank as he focused on Sarah, his first wife - his present wife!
"Ah, er... Sarah, how are you?" he asked, releasing the candle and jumping back from Kitty's blatantly abused naked body.
"So, I've caught up with you!" the attractive blonde hissed as Kitty leaped of the examination couch, the candle shooting out of her vagina and rolling across the floor as she grabbed her clothes and fled the room. "My God, you haven't changed, have you?"
"She happens to be a client," Larry returned angrily, disappointed at the loss of his latest plaything.
"A client? What with clips on her nipples and a candle up her... you owe me money, Larry! Twenty thousand pounds, to be exact!"
"Er... what a lovely day!" Larry grinned, opening the window. "We're having a lovely summer. Well, I must dash, Sarah! Bye!" he called leaping through the window and sprinting across the car park.
"Larry! Larry, come back here - you adulterous, two-timing, thieving bastard!"
Chapter Ten
"One from the fucking taxman, one from the electricity board, one from... this looks interesting, Brigit," Larry said, showing the girl the envelope. "A hand-delivered pink envelope, that's strange. Ah, it's probably from some horny young hussy who's dying to have my cock spunking up her wet cunt," he chuckled.
"You shouldn't have come in this morning, Larry. I thought you were going to lay low for a while?"
"I haven't come this morning!"
"This is serious, Larry!"
"At the end of the day, when all's said and done, when we've lived and loved and fucked and climbed out of the shit-pit again and again - nothing's really serious, is it?"
"I still think you should have stayed away for a few days! Anyway, I haven't heard anything from your wives this morning, and DI Clarke has been ominously quiet. He's probably feeling guilty about fucking me rotten over your desk!"
"Yes, let's hope your beautiful, succulent, hot, tight wet pussy has done the trick! God, I need a fuck!"
"You can fuck me later, give me a good seeing to! God, my cunt's so wet!"
"The wetter the better! Are you wearing panties?"
"No, I'm not. I've given up the idea of selling dirty knickers, it takes far to long to soil them - and I prefer not to have my cunt covered up."
"So do I! When did you first start creaming your panties?"
"I suppose I was about twelve when I started juicing my knickers. When I was in my early teens, I used to lie in bed at night and finger my cunt and then suck my juices from my wet finger. Actually, I still do!"
"God, you're a horny little bitch, Brigit!" Larry laughed.
"Oh, I'm becoming wetter by the minute!"
"I'll drink from your cunt later! Did anyone come nosing around after I'd left yesterday?" Larry asked, ripping the envelope open.
"No, nothing happened at all. No girls' fathers, no debt collectors... not even a call from Mother Barren-Womb."
"She's probably been banged up for possession of cannabis!"
"Imagine that in the papers - Reverend Mother arrested for..."
"Christ!" Larry gasped. "This letter's from Monica! Look, she wants to come back to work!"
"Don't be daft! She wouldn't come back here for all the sperm in China!"
"She says that she was wrong about me and she's sorry for all the trouble she's caused."
"Obviously, it's a trick!"
"I'm not so sure, Brigit. She says that... bloody hell, she reckons she really likes me!"
"She's gone off her bloody head! She's obviously set this up with Gina. I reckon she thinks that, by working here again, she'll be in a position to get hold of some inside information. She won't give up, Larry, I know that much!"
"Yes, you're probably right. She wants me to ring her. Trick or not, I'd better call the old bat and discover what her game is."
"OK, call her now. I'll be in reception."
"Right. Where's Lily?"
"In the toilet."
"Jesus Christ, I really must do something about that girl!"
"She's beyond help, Larry!"
"I'll have to think of a new form of treatment for her. How about having three men fuck her three orifices? That would induce a subconscious reaction, although I'm not sure what kind!"
"That's something I've always dreamed about - having three men fuck my three holes, all spunking into my naked body."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I can arrange it for you. Talking of wonderfully perverted sex - are there any clients booked in for this morning?"
"Yes, Molly Molest? I was going to deal with her myself but, as you're here, perhaps you'd..."
"When's her appointment?"
"She's due any time now."
"Oh, God, I was hoping to have a quiet morning."
"I'll deal with her, if you like."
"No, it's OK, I'll see her. Send her in when she arrives. Right, I'd better go and ring that old witch, Monica."
Sitting at his desk, Larry read the puzzling letter again, contemplating its contents, wondering why Monica had suddenly decided that she liked him so much. After all the woman had been put through, tied to the couch, having her fanny hair removed, her cunt licked out, he couldn't understand why she wanted to see him again, let alone work for him. She knows about my wives, my false qualifications... it must be a trick, he reflected, lifting the phone and dialling her number. It must be.
"Monica, it's Larry."
"Oh, hallo, Larry," she replied sheepishly. "You... you got my letter?"
"Yes, I've just read it. What's this all about? You say that you really like me, and you want to come back to work?"
"Yes, I... I've been thinking and... since my husband went, I've been pondering on your words."
"Which words?"
"All the things you've said about sex and Catholics and... well, naked people in corn fields and men entering public toilet cubicles together. I realize how very wrong my thinking has been. As you said, I've not been looking before I've leapt."
"I see. Well, I'm not sure that it would be a wise move, you coming back to work here, Monica. After all you said yesterday about my wives, my qualifications..."
"I've been very wrong about you. I really enjoyed the work, Larry, I'd love to come back. I've also come to realize that my life has been so dull and dreary. Compared to the life you lead, I might as well be dead!"
"But, Monica, after all the damage you've done... listen, I have a client arriving any time now - come and see me later and we'll talk about it."
"All right, I'll do that. And I'm sorry for..."
"Yes, I know. Just come and see me."
"Yes, I will. Goodbye."
"Bye, Monica."
"Would you credit it?" Larry gasped, replacing the receiver and rubbing his chin. "Would you fucking credit it?" Deciding that it would be far better to have Monica working for him so he could keep an eye on her, he decided to take her back. "I suppose I do miss the old hag!" he chuckled, opening the letter from the Inland Revenue. I miss taunting the in-orgasmic old witch. I'd better give her a good thrashing when she arrives.
"Right, that's fucking it!" he stormed, banging his fist on the desk. "You fucking bastard, Ravenhugh! You fucking, cunting, spunk-bubble of a fucking arse hole!"
"God, whatever is the matter?" Brigit cried as she burst into the room. "Larry, what the hell...?"
"Fucking Ravenhugh, that's what's the fucking matter. He's reassessed my fucking tax demand and the cunt wants thirty thousand fucking pounds!"
"After all I did for him? I sucked him off, he fucked Christine... what a cunt-faced bastard!" Brigit swore.
"What this bloody country needs is a revolution!"
"Let's get him back here, and Lily and I will tear his cock off and chew his balls to a pulp!"
"Yes, yes that's a bloody good idea, Brigit!"
"What, tearing his cock off and chewing his balls to a pulp?"
"No, getting him back here. We've got the photographs, remember? OK, Brigit, find out his wife's phone number and arrange for her to come here. I know, tell her that her husband has been taken ill. Tell her that he's here and he wants to see her. Also, get Ravenhugh here to coincide with his wife's visit and we'll..."
"And we'll make sure she catches him fucking my wet cunt!"
"Yes, brilliant! God, what a fucking brilliant plan! Christ, with my brain, I should be running the fucking country! Revolution, here I come! OK, get onto it. Oh, and get that dodgy photographer in the high street to develop the film."
"OK, I'll do that first."
"Power to the masses! Storm the Inland Revenue! Bomb Customs and Excise HQ! I know, let's commandeer St Thomas' hospital!"
"Why?"
"Because it's right opposite parliament. If we set cannons up in the wards, one in the labour ward, one in geriatric, one in the canteen... don't you see, Brigit? We could fire shells across the Thames and..."
"We can't do that, Larry!"
"Why not?"
"Well, it would disturb the patients! Think of some poor woman giving birth with a fucking great cannon going off by her bed, firing shells through the window."
"Oh, yes, I hadn't thought of that. I know, we'll hijack a pleasure boat - you know, one of those glass-topped boats. We'll install the cannons, machine guns, missile launchers, and sail past parliament and let them have it!"
"You've gone mentally insane, Larry!"
"Oh, I thought it was a pretty good idea. It would solve my income tax problem."
"Yes, but you'd be better off taking less extreme measures, like murdering Ravenhugh, for example."
"Yes, yes you're right. OK, you set him and his wife up, and we'll deal with him that way. It's a shame, it would have been fun sailing up the Thames and..."
"I'll leave you to day dream, Larry!"
"Oh, yes, right. OK, Brigit - go, go, go!"
Pacing the floor as Brigit fled the room, Larry grinned. "Right, what's on the agenda?" he mused excitedly, his stomach somersaulting in his elation. "OK, destroy Ravenhugh's marriage, that's a good start. Get Lily out of the toilet - no, I haven't got the mental energy to waste on the daft girl! Ah, yes, kill Sarah... no, I'd better not do that! At some stage, I'd better catch up with the latest news on Mother Barren-Womb."
Grabbing the ringing phone, Larry sat on the edge of his desk. "Doctor Lickman speaking."
"This is Mother Barren-Womb!" the woman bellowed in his ear.
"Ah, good morning Reverend Mother - I was just thinking about you." About ripping your clitoris off! "Tell me, how's the executive director keeping?"
"Who?"
"The chairman of the world."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your boss, God - how is He?"
"Blasphemy!"
"I'm sorry if you feel that I've blasphemed, I only asked how..."
"You'll be cast into the eternal fires of hell! Now, you listen to me! I know that you planted cannabis in my study, and I..."
"Me, Reverend Mother? I can assure you that..."
"Your assurances are worthless!"
"Are they really? Good grief, I'd better get onto my life assurance company at my latest inconvenience and defile a complaint! I'll add them to my list of targets."
"Don't be ridiculous, you know very well what I mean! You've caused me a lot of trouble, Doctor Lickman. I've had the police and sniffer-dogs roaming all over the school."
"Was there a smell?"
"A smell?"
"The sniffer dogs, were they sniffing out a smell?"
"Of course they weren't! Ten sixth form girls have been arrested for possession of cannabis! What do you have to say about that?"
"It serves them right, Mother bar room!"
"You know very well that my name's Barren-Womb!"
"Oh, yes, of course - I do apologise. Put it down to my pisslexia."
"Pisslexia?"
"Yes, I..."
"The parents are up in arms and the..."
"Are they revolting?"
"Revolting?"
"Goodness me, word gets round pretty fast when there's talk of a revolution!"
"What revolution?"
"Er... nothing. God, the phone's probably tapped! I'd better be careful what I say. So, the parents are up in arms - I mean, they're upset."
"They're understandably distressed by the arrests of their daughters."
"Girls shouldn't be smoking cannabis - it's not natural. Come the revolution, I'll..."
"Natural or not, the convent's reputable reputation has been irreparably wrecked."
"That's quite a mouthful! Try saying it faster."
"What are you talking about now?"
"Tongue twisters."
"Tongue... listen to me, Doctor Lickman!"
"I'm surprised that you allow the girls to smoke dope in school, Reverend Cover."
"I don't allow them!"
"Oh! So, you're saying that you have no control over your pupils? Your position of authority carries no weight whatsoever when it comes to exerting authority."
"I am not saying that. What I'm saying is..."
"What I fail to understand is why you allow the girls to smoke cannabis. It's hardly teaching them the Lord's way, is it? Apart from that, it's against the law - until I get in, that is!"
"I have already told you that I do not allow them."
"Mind you, what with that burning bush episode in the Bible, perhaps it is the Lord's way."
"The burning bush has nothing to do with..."
"I'll bet the burning bush was a huge cannabis plant and old Moses went staggering off on a high having hallucinations of angels and..."
"Don't be ridiculous, of course the burning bush wasn't a cannabis plant! Anyway, the girls know full well that it's against the rules."
"Why were they in possession of cannabis, then?"
"Because they broke the rules!"
"Rules are made to be broken. Not many people realize it, but that's the twelfth commandment - rules shalt be broken."
"The twelfth? What's the eleventh, then?"
"Women shalt mastur..."
"There are only ten commandments. And I doubt very much that you adhere to one of them."
"I adhere to them all, Reverend Mother. Have I coveted your wife?"
"My wife?"
"Have I killed you, stolen from you, worshipped a false Reverend Mother, been unfaithful to..."
"You don't know what you're talking about! Burning cannabis bushes, Moses hallucinating..."
"Don't I? Many a true word, Mother - many a true word."
"Listen to me, you troublemaker - DI Clarke is going to deal with you. He isn't stupid, he knows that you planted the cannabis in my study."
"Can he prove it?"
"He'll find a way, don't you worry!"
"Oh, I never worry, Mother wooden spoon."
"I see little point in continuing this futile conversation, Doctor Lickman."
