Sex Practice (5 page)

"Jesus, your
cunt's hot and tight!" he gasped, his knob resting against her
cervix, her cunny lips stretched tautly around the base of his
rigid cock.

"God, and
you're so big!" Brigit moaned, her juices decanting, marinating his
heavy balls. "Fuck me! Fuck me, I want your spunk up my cunt!" she
demanded crudely, gripping the far side of the examination couch.
"Really give it to me!"

Withdrawing
his knob, Larry grabbed the trembling girl's hips and drove his
glans deep into her cunt with a vengeance. His belly slapping her
weal-lined buttocks, his balls smacking her fleshy mons, he took
the girl to her second shuddering orgasm, her wails resounding
throughout the building as his sperm gushed, filling her tight love
tunnel. Again and again he drove his pulsating knob deep into her
accommodating cuntal sheath, his spunk flowing, oozing from her
bloated hole and running over his swinging balls, splattering her
twitching inner thighs.

"Doctor
Lickman! Doctor Lickman, I know you're in there!" Monica bellowed,
thumping on the door as Brigit's orgasmic cries reverberated around
the room. "I know what you're up to! Who's in there with you?"

"I'm... I'm
only looking for something!" he gasped as his balls finally
drained.

"Let me in!"
Monica cried. "There's someone to see you!"

"Ah! Ah!
Who... who is it?"

"Mr Ingram
Ravenhugh."

"Ingram...
God, you're hot!"

"I'm not? I'm
not what?"

"Nothing. I'm
just coming, Monica. I've come!"

"You've won?
What have you won?"

"Ask him to
come back later!"

Slipping his
glistening member out of Brigit's drowning pussy, Larry leaned on
the examination couch, steadying himself as the girl hauled her
quivering body up. "God, that was good!" he gasped. "You're a
bloody good fuck!"

"And it was
close!" Brigit giggled, kneeling before him and licking her cunny
juice from his wet shaft. "She knows what you're up to, Larry," she
warned, lapping up the heady blend of spunk and girl-cream from his
bulbous glans.

"I'll have to
get rid of the old bat, there's no other way!" he gasped as Brigit
engulfed his knob within her hot mouth and gently sucked. "The
trouble is, she knows too much."

"He's coming
back later!" Monica hissed through the door. "He was carrying a
briefcase!"

"Jesus fucking
Christ!" Larry whispered agitatedly. "Who the hell could it have
been?"

"I don't
know," Brigit murmured, slipping the meaty morsel from her mouth
and climbing to her feet.

"Are you
coming, Doctor Lickman?"

"I can't, not
yet, anyway!"

"What?"

"Yes, yes
right away, Monica."

Composing
himself, Larry zipped his trousers. About to open the door, he
heard Monica dash down the hall to answer the phone. "Saved by the
bell - again!" he chuckled jubilantly.

"Quick, let's
get out of here," Brigit whispered as she finished dressing. "This
is our chance."

"I'll stay
here for a while," Larry replied. "You go and calm the old bat
down, and I'll join you shortly."

"Have you ever
fucked Lily?"

"No, but I
intend to at my earliest convenience. Why do you ask?"

"No reason.
I'll see you later."

Bolting the
door as Brigit slipped out of the room, Larry reclined on the
examination couch wondering who the briefcase man could be. Either
the vat man or the taxman, he reflected fearfully. Unless Gina
Cology had contacted the BMA!

"Doctor
Lickman must have said where he was going, Brigit!" Monica snapped.
"I've not seen him for over two hours!"

"He said that
he had to go out, but he didn't say where to," the flustered girl
replied, wondering what Larry was doing in the bondage room.
"Perhaps it's a secret?"

"A secret?
This is ridiculous, it really is. Miss Kneetrembler couldn't wait
any longer, there have been several phone calls... he has no idea
how to run his practice, no idea at all! It's shambolic! I don't
know who was in that room with him, but I'll find out! And where's
Lily Dyke? She ran off ages ago screaming about one-eyed
monsters!"

"It's no good
asking me, Monica, because I don't know."

"It's like
working in a lunatic asylum! That girl's mentally insane -
deranged! Well, I have a dental appointment - you'll have to hold
the fort until I get back."

"OK, I'll see
you later."

"I'll only be
half-an-hour or so. Actually, between you and me, I'm not going to
the dentist."

"Oh? Where are
you going, then?"

"I have a
meeting with Mr Venereal, the man from the health authority."

"What
about?"

"I have to
fill him in with a few details concerning... it doesn't matter. I'm
also going to see Gina Cology. I'll see you later."

Sitting pretty
at reception, a sticky cocktail of honeyed sperm and girl-come
oozing from her inflamed vagina to stain the back of her red
miniskirt, Brigit watched Monica don her plastic raincoat and leave
the building. Idly slipping her hand up her skirt and toying with
her wet inner lips, her insatiable erect clitoris, she smiled as
Larry emerged from the examination room and ambled over to her.

"What have you
been doing in there?" Brigit asked, licking her sticky fingers as
her boss leaned on the counter, his tanned face smiling.

"I had a kip,
I was feeling tired - it's the pressure of life. Where's the old
bat?"

"I can't
remember. Oh, yes I can - she's gone to the dentist."

"That's a
blessing. Let's hope he takes her tongue out!"

"Actually, she
hasn't gone to the dentist."

"Why did you
say that she had, then? You weren't lying, were you?"

"She said she
was going to the dentist, and then she said she wasn't."

"An
inexplicable change of mind?"

"Presumably."

"I hope she
didn't have the foresight to cancel her appointment. You know what
dentists are like these days, they charge for missed appointments.
So, where has Monica gone?"

"I can't
remember. Yes, I can! She's gone to meet the man from the health
authority, Mr Venereal."

"Why?"

"I don't know.
Oh, she's also going to see Gina Cology."

"Gina Cology?
Monica's up to something, Brigit, I know it. She is a bitch, she
really is! I'll have to perform a clitectomy on her, and a
nipectomy, and a... I believe her to be a Satanic high
priestess."

"Do you?"

"A black
witch! She should be burned at the stake - naked. Come to think of
it, she said she's a Catholic - I reckon she's gone to Black
Mass."

"What, with Mr
Venereal?"

"No, with that
sorceress, Gina Cology. She's probably the Antichrist! Or would it
be the Antichristess? No, it would be the Antichrist
because..."

"Who,
Gina?"

"Yes. Gina
will have me exposed if I'm not careful. I reckon Monica's in
league with the cow. Did you know that Monica's thrown her husband
out?"

"No, she
rarely speaks to me."

"Think
yourself lucky! She reckoned that he had disgusting habits. I
wonder what he got up to? Probably something as harmless as wanking
over her tits while she was sleeping. Do you reckon she's got a
clitoris?"

"I would
imagine so!"

"If she has,
I'll bet it's never brought her an orgasm. Perhaps she's a man in
drag?"

"I'm sure
she's a woman, Larry!"

"Are you? I'll
have to check her birth certificate. Mind you, she's probably had
it falsified. Presumably she had a mother and father, unless she
was found under a bush. If she is a woman, then she's a disgrace to
females the world over. She should be stripped of her sexuality
forthwith. Good God, imagine fucking her!"

"I'd rather
not. Why don't you get rid of her?"

"It's not as
easy as that, she knows too much about me. Murder has crossed my
mind on occasion."

"That would be
a messy business."

"What's that
smell?"

"You missed
Miss Kneetrembler. Apparently, she couldn't wait," Brigit imparted,
idly running her finger down the appointments book.

"Not to worry
- that poor girl's beyond help, beyond redemption!"

"Oh! Mrs
Jezebel will be here at twelve, and it's now five to!"

"Right, I'll
be in my room," Larry responded, dashing down the hall. "Send her
along when she arrives!"

Combing his
hair and straightening his tie, Larry grinned. Young Jessica
Jezebel was one of his favourite clients. Naive beyond belief,
incredibly gullible for her twenty years, she'd do anything he
asked of her, believing that he was giving his all to help her with
her sexual problems. Her first visit to the clinic had been three
months previously when she'd confessed she felt the size of her
clitoris to be inadequate. Examining her, Larry had declared that
he'd be more than happy to undertake remedial clitoral massage
sessions to solve the problem. He'd divulged, too, that she was
suffering from a rare vaginal problem and unusual anal tract
condition, treatable only by the regular use of medicinal candles.
Taking the girl to the examination room, the bondage room, and
coercing her to endure his indecent sexual acts, Larry relished the
young housewife's weekly visits. As yet, he'd not slipped his solid
penis into her tight vagina, but there was plenty of time for
that.

"Come!" he called in reply to a tap on the door.
Over my face
...

"Hallo,
doctor!" his pretty client trilled as she breezed into the room.
"Here I am again!"

"Yes, here you are again! Take a seat, Jessica," he invited
her, eyeing her tight minidress, her deep cleavage.
Want a pearl necklace?

With long,
jet-black hair and a sun-kissed, curvaceous body, this filly was a
rare little beauty, Larry surmised. He could not wait to get his
fingers between her swollen vaginal lips, deep into her hot cunt.
She'd be expecting the usual examination and sexual massage but,
this week, the doctor had other exciting plans for her - debased
plans!

"So, Jessica, how are you?" he asked as he sat opposite her
and gazed into her big dark eyes.
Hot and
wet?

"I'm
fine."

"Breasts OK,
nice and firm? Nipples looking good, long, erect?"

"Yes, better
than ever since you've been massaging my breasts with your special
essence of testes."

"The white
liquid is very expensive at twenty pounds a teaspoonful, but it's
well worth you spending the extra money."

"Where do you
get it from, doctor?"

"Er...
locally. I have it delivered by hand to coincide with your
appointment each week. Your bottom, how's that been lately?"

"A little
sore. I think it's the medicinal candle."

"Yes, it will
cause some inflammation of the anal duct, but don't worry about it.
What about your clitoris, is it any bigger?"

"It's hard to
tell, really. I've been masturbating twice a day with the vibrator
I bought from you and, well, I think it's a little bigger."

"It will take
a while for the vibrations to permanently enlarge your clitoris,
Jessica. I'll take you to the examination room later and have a
look. Now, what about your boyfriend - are you taking him into your
mouth and swallowing his sperm yet?"

"No, no I
still can't bring myself to do that."

"Oh, dear,
what a shame. But not to worry! I've just read in the Medical
Journal about a new treatment for women who find themselves
sexually restrained, women who are unable to bring themselves to
commit dreadfully debased... to commit certain sexual acts. I did
leave the journal out to show you but someone seems to have taken
it. Goodness me, is nothing sacred? Anyway, the treatment involves
caning the buttocks, lightly, to bring about a subconscious
reaction."

"Caning the
buttocks?" the girl echoed, her eyes wide, her pretty mouth
open.

"Yes, a gentle
caning, Jessica. I intend to begin this new and revolutionary
treatment today. Apart from the immense psychological benefits, the
treatment tenses the pelvic muscles, exercising and toning them.
It's a highly innovative treatment for women devised by Professor
Caine Flagellant - he's outstanding in his field."

"Why is he out
standing in a field?"

"No, not that
sort of field. He's outstanding in his particular field, women's
sexual problems."

"Oh, how
interesting!"

"I'll have to
charge you a little extra for the treatment, of course, but it'll
be money well spent, I can assure you. How's your husband? Is he
still whining and behaving unreasonably over your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he is!
We'll have been married for a year next week. He wants us to
celebrate our wedding anniversary by killing my boyfriend."

"By killing
him? Would you say that your husband is demented?"

"Yes, I would!
He's the jealous type, possessive, clinging."

"Was he
breast-fed?"

"Yes, I
believe he was."

"That explains
it. He's probably suffering from mammary teat starvation
syndrome."

"The irony of
it is that my boyfriend wants to celebrate his divorce by killing
my husband. As you can imagine, I'm torn."

"Hymen?"

"What?"

"Nothing.
Decisions, Jessica - decisions! What will you do?"

"I might kill
myself."

"Well, that's
one way round the problem, I suppose. Have you considered having a
sexual relationship with another girl?"

"No, I
haven't. Would you recommend it, doctor?"

"It can be
most rewarding. Personally, I find that having sexual relationships
with girls is wonderful!"