Sex Practice (4 page)

"What do you
mean?"

"Calling your
fine educational establishment a damned convent."

"No, Our Lady
of the Damned - Convent."

"Why is it a
damned convent? Has Satan visited you?"

"It's not a
damned convent, you silly man! It's Our Lady of the Damned, pause,
Convent."

"Oh, yes, I
see."

"Now I've
forgotten why I'm phoning you! Oh, yes, with regard to your letter.
I have given your proposal a great deal of thought and..."

"Good, good!
And which wise decision have you come to?"

"The answer is
no!"

"Oh! One would
have thought it a good idea to have the girls discuss intimate
sexual matters with an eminent Doctor of Sexual Fulfilment, would
two not?"

"Two?"

"Yes, if I'm
one and you're the other one, then you must be two. You're the
second person, you see - one, two."

"What? Two
does not... one does not think it a good idea."

"But, Reverend
Mother, have some regard for the girls' welfare. Think back to when
you were eighteen and... on second thoughts, you'd better not!"

"I see no
reason for the girls to discuss..."

"There's every
reason. There are certain things about teenage girls that you don't
understand, Mother Barren-Womb. Certain mysterious..."

"Such as
what?"

"I'm not sure,
I can't remember off hand. Besides, I'm not at liberty to say - I'm
sworn to secrecy by the BMA. Anyway, the girls would benefit
greatly from a one-to- one talk with me. Look at the world today,
there are sexual perverts on the loose worldwide. Now, surely you
don't want your girls to leave school and fall prey to such people,
do you?"

"Well, I... a
one-to-one talk, you say?"

A one-to-one fuck
. "Yes, a one-to-two
talk in comfortable surroundings and in complete and utter
confidence."

"All right, I
agree. I'll ring back later and make the appointments with your
receptionist."

"Excellent! A
most wise decision, Brother Barren-Womb. You've obviously been
guided by the Lord."

"Yes,
obviously."

"Your interest
in the girls' welfare has demonstrated your belief in the Lord
admirably!"

"Thank you.
Goodbye, doctor."

Meditating at
his desk, Larry wondered whether the time had come to dismiss the
moody Miss Moodie. There was no denying she was efficient, running
reception and the appointments system commendably. But she was
always prying, training her beady eye on him, her radar ear to
closed doors. He'd suspected for some time that the woman was a spy
sent by his rival, Gina Cology, who'd been trying to get his
flourishing practice outlawed. But as yet, Monica had come up with
no positive proof of her employer's debauched ways. "If she knew
half the things I get up to in the examination room!" Larry
chuckled smugly as a loud knock sounded on the door.

"Ah, Monica!"
he smiled as the portly woman entered the room. "Brigit remembered,
then?"

"Remembered
what?"

"To tell
you... never mind."

"You wanted to
see me?"

"Yes, yes I
did. Please, be seated."

"I'd rather
stand."

"The
prerogative's yours, Monica."

"There's your
mail," the matron mumbled, dumping a pile of letters on the
desk.

"Oh, right.
Now, Monica, we've had our differences in the past."

"I know we
have!"

"Yes, of
course. Er... who was that man you were speaking to in the car
park?"

"He... he was
lost - I directed him."

"A wise
decision. Where did you direct him to?"

"To where he
wanted to go, of course."

"Yes, yes
quite. He wasn't a private client, was he?"

"What do you
mean?"

"You're not
moonlighting, giving sex therapy on the side, in the car park?"

"No!"

"As you well
know, moonlighting is rewarded with instant dismissal - especially
in the car park. I made the rules, and I'll stick to them... you'll
stick to them. Have you spoken to Gina Cology recently?"

"Er... no, not
since she offered me a job last week."

"I see. One by
one, we're taking all her clients, Monica. Although I say it
myself, they come to me because of my professionalism."

"Hardly!"

"Tell me,
Monica, how's life treating you?"

"Life never
treats me."

"How sad.
How's your leg, the one you broke some time ago at the old bags'...
I mean, the old girls' reunion?"

"What's my leg
got to do with anything?"

"I was only
asking after your welfare. It's my duty to care for my staff. It's
unfortunate... fortunate that you didn't break your neck when you
fell over in your drunken stupor. How is your drink problem?"

"I wasn't
drunk! I'd only had two glasses of wine!"

"Yes, yes, of
course you had."

"Your next
client rang to say she'll be late."

"Who was
that?"

"Miss
Kneetrembler, which I very much doubt is her real name."

"Some clients
don't like to use their real names, Monica."

"No, obviously
not!"

"Change the
names to protect the guilty, that's what I say."

"You
would!"

"Talking of
which, how's your husband?"

"I had cause
to throw him out."

"Had you made
his life difficult?"

"Of course
not! He made my life impossible!"

"Being thrown
out of the house must have been an immense relief for him."

"It was an
immense relief for me!"

"What had he
done? Nothing illegal, I hope?"

"He had
disgusting habits which... it's personal."

"I'd blame
myself if I were you, Monica."

"I don't blame
myself!"

"Was it
sex?"

"Sex?"

"The reason
for the irreparable marital breakdown - sex, was it?"

"We never had
sex! I'm a Catholic."

"Ah, say no
more, Monica - say no more."

"I must get
back to reception."

"Yes, back to
work. I'm sorry to hear of your broken marriage. Still, it happens
to the worst of us."

Opening the
mail as Monica flounced from the room, Larry sighed. "The Inland
bloody Revenue, Customs and Sexcise, water sports bill, fart-gas
bill, dog and bone bill, electricity... how is anyone supposed to
make a bloody profit? In one bloody hand, and straight out of the
other! Ah, Brigit," he smiled as his secretary minced into the
room.

"Monica said
that you wanted to see me, doctor."

"Did I? Ah,
yes, so I did. Sit down, Brigit. Now, word has it that you're not
wearing any panties. Is there any truth in this allegation?"

"Yes, there
is."

"May I ask
why, Brigit? I mean, we've had complaints from clients in the past
concerning your... how can I put it? Concerning your blatant
exhibitionism."

"I don't like
wearing panties, Doctor Lickman, they chafe my pussy lips."

"But your
skirts are so short that everyone can see your..."

"If you
remember, it was your idea that I shouldn't wear panties."

"Ah, yes, so
it was. But what I didn't realize was that you were going to wear
skirts so short that..."

"I did as you
asked."

"What did you
do, Brigit?"

"I've shaved
my pussy, as you asked me to. Would you like to see it?"

Would I?
"Er... yes,
definitely!"

"You were
right, it looks much better without hair covering it," the
temptress smiled, lifting her skirt up. "Do you like it?"

"God,
yes!"

Gazing at the
girl's tightly closed pink crack, Larry gasped. Her hairless sex
hillocks inviting a wet tongue, he focused on her moist inner lips,
protruding beautifully from her vaginal slit. Lifting her skirt
higher, she looked down between the swell of her firm breasts at
her pink crack and smiled.

"Isn't she
wonderful?" Brigit asked, lifting her head and gazing at the
doctor.

"Yes,
wonderful! She's the most wonderful pussy I've ever seen!"

"Would you
like to finger her?"

"Where's
Monica?"

"In reception,
on the phone."

"OK, lock the
door, Brigit. Miss Kneetrembler is going to be late for her
appointment, so I have some time to spare."

"Can't we go
into the bondage room?"

"Yes, yes all
right," Larry grinned, taking a key from his desk drawer.

Slipping
through the hall with his select cargo in tow, Larry unlocked the
door to his bondage room, ushering the pretty girl inside and
bolting the door behind him. Switching the light on, he smiled at
her. Her brown eyes sparkling, reflecting her burning passion for
sexual gratification, she licked her lavish red lips and returned
his smile.

"What would
you like me to do, doctor?" she asked impishly.

"Clothes off,
Brigit!" Larry ordered her excitedly.

"Oh, Larry,
you are naughty," the girl giggled, tugging her miniskirt down her
long shapely legs, exposing her shaved girl-crack. "What awful
things are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see!"
he chuckled, gazing lasciviously at her pert breasts, her dilated
nipples, as she slipped her blouse and bra off. "OK, climb onto the
couch. I want you on your stomach with your legs wide open."

"Oh, Doctor
Lickman, you're not going to do anything terrible to my bottom, are
you?" laughed the sex-crazed Lolita, taking her position on the
padded table, her taut, rounded buttocks covered in weals from the
caning Larry had administered the previous day. "Pretend I'm a
naughty schoolgirl and you're my biology teacher!"

"You
are
a
naughty schoolgirl, Brigit - and I
am
your biology teacher! I'm going to
tie you down, and then I'm afraid I'll have to give you an anal
examination."

"Oh, doctor!
You're not going to stick something up my bum, are you?"

"I have to,
Brigit - it's my duty as a doctor. Now, lie still and I'll bind
your wrists and ankles with rope. I don't want you escaping when I
push a candle up your bum."

"Oh, I'm only
eighteen! You will be rough with me, won't you?"

"Extremely
rough!"

Securing the
giggling girl's naked body, tying her ankles to the legs of the
couch, binding her wrists, Larry ran his fingers up her inner
thighs and massaged her hairless lips. Her warm vaginal groove
drenched with her lubricious juices of arousal, he slipped his
finger into her sex valley and located the hot entrance to her
tight love sheath. Driving his finger into her spasming lust duct,
massaging her inner flesh, he planted a kiss on her quivering
buttock.

"Now then," he
began pensively, slipping his finger out of her pussy sheath and
taking a large candle from a shelf. "Yes, I think this is big
enough!" he chuckled. "First, I'll lubricate your bum-hole with
some of this." Unscrewing a jar of honey and parting her buttocks,
opening her bottom crease, he poured a liberal amount of the golden
syrup over her brown ring, watching gleefully as the thick liquid
ran sluggishly down between her swollen vaginal lips. "Right, here
it comes, my little beauty!" he cried, pressing the sharp end of
the candle against the sensitive portal to her inner core.

Gasping as
Larry drove the waxen shaft deep into her anal duct, stretching her
delicate brown tissue, Brigit begged him to finger her hot cunt.
"Ah, the candle feels heavenly!" she breathed as he parted her
fleshy vaginal lips, eyeing her urethral opening nestling just
inside her sex duct. "Finger me! I want to feel your fingers deep
inside my cunt!"

"Who's in
there?" Monica called agitatedly, hammering on the door as Larry
drove three fingers into Brigit's hot sex cavern and massaged her
drenched vaginal walls. "I know you're in there, Doctor
Lickman!"

Silently
finger-fucking the whimpering girl, Larry grabbed the candle with
his free hand and thrust the phallus in and out of her tight anal
tube, causing her to quiver as the sensations of debased sex
permeated her pelvis. "Faster!" Brigit whispered excitedly, her
cunt juices pouring over Larry's thrusting fingers. "Oh, God! God,
that's heavenly!"

"Who's in
there?" Monica called again, her fists thumping on the door.
"Doctor Lickman! Doctor Lickman!"

"Thank God for
that!" Larry breathed as the telephone resounded around the hall,
sending the she-devil scurrying back to reception. "She'll be the
bloody death of me!"

"Ah, ah! And
me! Oh, God, my... my cunt! My bum!" Brigit wailed as her orgasm
welled from her rhythmically contracting womb. "Ah, coming!
Coming!"

Her leashed
body shuddering violently as her climax peaked, Brigit raised her
hips, projecting her tensed buttocks, offering the open sexual
centre of her naked body to the doctor. Her anal ring taut around
the thrusting phallus, her rectal duct repeatedly inflating and
deflating, sending electrifying sensations through her quivering
pelvis, she cried out in her sexual delirium. On and on Larry
pistoned his fingers into the whimpering girl's cunt, ramming the
huge candle deep into her arse, bringing her the sexual
gratification, the debauched sexual perversity, she craved.

Finally
slowing his rhythm, allowing her to drift gently down from her
paradise, he slipped his fingers from her spasming vaginal canal
and licked them clean. "Mmm, you taste nice!" he breathed, lapping
up her sticky girl-come. Sliding the candle out of her hot
bottom-hole, he unzipped his trousers and unleashed his erect
penis. "OK, stand on the floor and bend over the couch and I'll
give you a good fucking!" he chuckled as he released the trembling
girl.

Slipping off
the couch, Brigit leaned over it, her feet wide apart, her cunt
lips distended between her smooth inner thighs. Resting her arms
and head on the couch, she gasped as Larry ran his cock up and down
her dripping vaginal fissure, lubricating his knob with her copious
vaginal fluid and sticky honey in readiness to penetrate her tight
love-mouth. Eyeing her inflamed anal portal, the golden honey
smothering her bottom crease, the curvaceous flesh of her buttocks,
he drove his glans deep into her vaginal duct.