Sex Practice (17 page)

Luring the nun
into his bondage room, Larry closed and locked the door, his heart
racing as he imagined lifting the pretty girl's habit and yanking
her knickers down. Wondering how to get his fingers into her
virginal pussy, what excuse he could dream up for finger-fucking
her cunt, he suggested that she lay on the examination couch.

"I'll start
with your lower legs," he said as she lay on her back. "Dizziness
is often caused by suppressed lesbian desires which cause the womb
to contract, leading to poor circulation in the legs. I'll lift
your habit up to your middle, and I'll start with your calves and
work up to your... to your thighs."

"I don't know
whether..." she began as Larry tugged her habit up, unveiling her
naked legs, her shapely thighs.

"Have you ever
been aware of your lesbian tendencies, Mary?"

"No,
never!"

"Did you have
a close friend at school, a girl you spent most of your time
with?"

"Well, yes, I
did. Her name was Fay, we did everything together."

"Such as?"

"Swimming,
country walks, netball... we spent our summer holidays
together."

"I thought as
much. Did you ever play around, you know, pillow fights on the bed
or rolling in the hay during your country walks?"

"Of course we
did. We were always playing around, having mock fights."

"There you
are, then. Lesbian tendencies, Mary, that's what you had. And you
still do, although you've oppressed them by vowing to remain
chaste. Just by looking at your legs I can see that there's a
problem. Your upper thighs are very pale, which gives me great
cause for concern."

"They've
always been pale. I suppose it's because my body is never exposed
to the sun."

"That might be
the reason, Mary, but your thighs are rather too pale for my
liking."

Pulling her
habit up further, he exposed her grey woolly knickers, picturing
her vaginal crack, her protruding inner lips as he gazed at the
triangular patch of bulging material. Had her slender fingers
explored between her pink cunny lips? he wondered as he massaged
the firm warm flesh of her inner thighs. Had her fingertips
caressed her solid clitoris to orgasm as she lay naked in her bed
with her legs wide open, her cunt crack gaping?

"I have to ask
you this, Mary," he smiled, catching her blue eyes, his trembling
fingers dangerously near to her bulging knickers. "Are you a
virgin?"

"Oh! Er...
yes, of course I am!" she gasped in surprise. "What does that have
to do with my dizzy spells?"

"Unless I'm mistaken, I'd say that you're suffering
from
vaginus neglectus
."

"Vaginus...
what's that?"

"It's a rare
condition of the vaginal walls. I'm going to have to give you an
internal examination, Mary. If you'll slip your knickers off,
I'll..."

"But... Doctor
Lickman, I..."

"Mary, I
couldn't live with my conscience if I allowed you to leave here
without my having examined you. Should something terrible happen to
you, I couldn't live with the harrowing guilt. Do you want me to
spend the rest of my days worrying about you, about your vaginal
health?"

"Well,
no."

"Imagine if I
received news a few weeks from now that you'd undergone vulval
fissure healing. I'd feel responsible, dreadfully guilty."

"What's vulval
fissure healing?"

"It's a rare
condition where the vaginal labia knit together. Basically, it's
healing of the vulval valley."

"What, you
mean that my..."

"You'd have
smooth skin covering your vulva region. You would no longer have a
vaginal crack, Mary."

"I've never
heard of anything like that!"

"I dread to
think how you'd survive vulval fissure healing. I implore you to
allow me to examine you."

"If you're
sure that it's really necessary, I suppose..."

"It's of the
utmost importance that I give you an internal examination, Mary.
I'm not doing this for my sake, believe me!" he grinned as she
lifted her buttocks clear of the couch and tugged her knickers
down. "Allow me to slip them off your feet," he coaxed her,
glimpsing her dark pubic curls nestling between her milk-white
thighs as he tugged the garment over her ankles.

Carefully
lifting her habit up over the slight swell of her smooth stomach,
he focussed on her long pussy crack, her inner lips emerging from
her sex slit. Turning her head to one side as he gently parted her
thighs, she closed her eyes as if trying to blot out the reality of
her predicament, her nakedness, her blatant vaginal exposure. Would
she enjoy it? Larry wondered as her eased her pussy lips apart and
gazed longingly at her moist inner flesh. Had she ever had a man's
finger enter her pussy sheath? Had her own fingers ever slipped
into the wet heat of her sex duct?

"Do you feel
all right?" Larry asked as he located the moist entrance to her
tight pussy hole.

"Yes, I think
so," she whispered, quivering as his finger glided into her hot
sheath.

"Have you ever
had an internal examination before?"

"No, no I
haven't."

"I thought as much. You seem to be suffering from
labia majora poutus
. You
should make sure that you're examined regularly, Mary. It's far
better to discover vaginal problems early rather than wait until
they become serious."

"What's
labia majora
poutus?
"

"Pouting of the outer labia, the outer lips. I'm going to
check you for
clitoris
throbus
."

Stretching her
sex crack wide open, exposing her clitoral nodule, Larry massaged
her secret sex bud, watching her pretty face out of the corner of
his eye as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her vaginal
canal. Her mouth slightly open, her wet tongue licking her dry
lips, her body quivering, she began to breathe heavily. She was
obviously enjoying the sensations, Larry observed, slipping a
second finger into her neglected cunny hole. Would she allow him to
take her to her sexual climax? he wondered as he quickened his
clitoral massaging, stiffening her pleasure bud. Would she forget
her vows and allow Satan to bring her an orgasm?

"Are you
comfortable?" he asked her, bending his fingers and massaging her
wet inner flesh against the hardness of her pubic bone.

"Yes, I am,"
she breathed, opening her rolling eyes and gazing at the ceiling.
"Will it take much longer?" she asked apprehensively.

"Not too long now."
Is she ready for
the vibrator?
"Your muscles are tensed,
preventing me from examining you properly. I'm going to relax your
pelvic muscles with an electric massager."

"Will it
hurt?"

"No, no it won't hurt. Open your legs as wide as you can and
relax," he instructed her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her
tightening cunt as he grabbed the vibrator from the shelf. "Open
your legs as wide as you can, Mary. That's it, let your feet hang
down either side of the couch to allow me better access to
your
vaginus cractus
."

Switching the
vibrator on, he pressed the buzzing tip against her exposed
clitoris, watching excitedly as her sex button swelled, emerging
fully from its protective pink bonnet. Pistoning and twisting his
pussy-juiced fingers, tightening her cunt muscles, inducing her
honeydew to flow, he grinned as she desperately tried to stifle her
gasps of sexual pleasure. She was going to come, he knew as she
tossed her head from side to side, her eyes closed, her mouth open,
gasping. Was this the first orgasm she'd ever experienced? he
wondered, pressing the vibrator harder against her pulsating
clitoris.

"Oh, oh!" she
gasped, her hands gripping the sides of the examination couch, her
knuckles whitening as she arched her back. "Oh, Doctor! It... it
feels strange!"

"Just relax,"
Larry said softly, gazing at her swelling, rubicund vaginal lips.
"Just relax and allow the sensations to come."

"It feels
funny! Oh, oh! Please, stop now!"

"You're nearly
there, Mary. Relax, concentrate of the sensations and..."

"Ah! Ah,
what's happening to me?" she cried as her orgasm rose from her
contracting womb and exploded within her solid clitoris. "Ah! Oh,
oh!"

Her outer
pussy lips engorging, swelling, her milk-white thighs twitching,
her firm breasts heaving, ballooning her tight habit, she gasped
incoherent words of sexual satisfaction as her drenched cuntal
sheath gripped Larry's thrusting fingers like as velvet-jawed vice.
Biting her lip, she raised her head, gazing in awe at her crimson
pussy lips, her yawning vaginal crack, as her orgasm peaked again,
sending electrifying quivers of sex through her body.

Desperate to
slip his cock into her tight cunt as she rested her head on the
couch, Larry moved the tip of the vibrator in circles around her
pulsating clitoris, sustaining her sexual pleasure. His penis solid
within his tight trousers, yearning for the welcoming heat of her
cunt, he slipped a third finger into her drenched vaginal sheath,
her multiple orgasm peaking again, plunging her deeper into the
beautiful depths of sexual pleasure.

"Oh, please
stop!" she sang as her enforced climax finally began to recede,
leaving her quivering, gasping for breath. "Please... I
can't..."

"It's all
right, it's all over," Larry assured her, switching the vibrator
off and slipping his wet fingers out of her abused cunt. "Did you
enjoy that?"

"Yes, no, I
mean... I don't know. I've never known such... such amazing
feelings before!"

"You found the
experience pleasant?" he asked, placing the vibrator on the shelf
and gently massaging her receding clitoris with his cunny-wet
fingertips.

"Yes, very!
But I feel that I've sinned, Doctor. It's not right to enjoy the
pleasures of the flesh."

"Satan... I
mean, God gave you your vagina, your clitoris, for your enjoyment,
Mary. He gave you your clitoris so that you may sexually pleasure
yourself."

"Yes
but..."

"Turn over, I
need to examine your anal canal before you go."

"But... but
that's not..." she stammered, rolling over and exposing her taut
rounded buttocks, the deep valley of her bottom crease.

"This won't
take a minute," he said, grabbing the jar of honey from the shelf
and smearing the golden liquid between her tensed bottom orbs,
paying special attention to her tightly closed brown hole. "You may
go after I've checked your anal duct. I might as well give you a
full examination while you're here. Have you ever had an anal
examination before?"

"No, no I
haven't, Doctor."

"Have you ever
inserted anything into your bottom-hole?"

"Inserted
anything? What do you mean?"

"Well, a finger."
Or a
penis
.

"A finger? No,
never!"

"You should
insert a finger into your bottom daily. Fingering your bottom-hole
will keep your anal sphincter muscles firm."

"I couldn't
bring myself to do that!"

"Use a candle,
then."

Spreading her
legs, Larry grinned, eyeing her full vaginal lips ballooning
between her parted thighs, her cunny juice oozing from her open
hole. Parting her buttocks, he pressed his fingertip against the
delicate brown tissue surrounding the portal to her rectal sheath,
causing her to gasp and writhe as his sticky finger slipped into
the dank heat of her bottom-hole. Further, he drove his finger,
exploring her fiery core, stretching her delicate inner tissue,
waking sleeping nerve endings.

"Oh, ah!
That's... that's nice!" she whimpered, raising her bottom,
affording Larry a perfect view of her wet, gaping vaginal crack.
"Ah, it feels... it feels."

"Just relax,
Mary," Larry smiled, catching her blue eyes as she turned her
flushed face to look at him. "Just relax and enjoy the rectal
sensations."

Managing to
drive a second finger into her tight anal tube, stretching her
brown tissue, he grabbed a large candle from the shelf and slipped
the pointed end between her swollen sex hillocks. Slowly pushing
the phallus deep into her tightening cunt, he waited in
anticipation for her response, wondering what she was thinking. The
girl had enjoyed the vibrator, he reflected as he thrust his
fingers in and out of her tight velveteen bottom-hole. Would she
allow him to slip his solid penis deep into her vagina and fill her
with sperm? What reason could he conjure up to make her believe
that she should be well and truly arse-fucked and her bowels filled
with spunk?

"There seems
to be a problem, Mary," Larry began pensively, slipping his fingers
out of the girl's anal duct. "I'd like you to climb off the couch
and sit on my medical chair."

"Medical
chair?" she frowned as Larry slipped the cunny-wet candle out of
her tight, hot pussy duct.

"Yes," he
smiled, helping her off the couch. "It was designed by a university
professor. Er... I'm afraid you'll have to take your habit
off."

"I can't do
that!" she protested, standing before him. "My vows..."

"Mary, I know
you've taken your vows, but you have a problem."

"What's wrong
with me?"

"In my considered opinion, you're suffering from
vestal anusus
."

"What are all
these weird complaints? You seem to think that I'm riddled with
problems."

"
Vestal anusus
is fairly common in young women, and it can be easily
rectified by use of a medical candle.
Labia
poutus
can also be cured, but you'll have
to allow me to administer the treatment.
Vaginus neglectus
can be corrected,
but I can't help you if you won't help me. You might also be
suffering from
milkus teatus suckle
deficiency
, but if you won't remove your
clothing, there's nothing I can do."