Sex Practice (35 page)

"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."

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!"

"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."