Sex Practice (29 page)

"It's not a
silly game, it's good fun. Right, truth or dare?"

"Truth, I
suppose."

"OK, did you
push a cucumber into your vagina yesterday afternoon?"

"Well, yes, I
did."

"Ha, ha! You
see!" John cried jubilantly.

"Now it's your
turn, Mr Sopping-Gusset. Have you ever pulled your wife's panties
over your face and masturbated?"

"You didn't
ask me whether I wanted to tell the truth or..."

"I decided for
you. Now, tell the truth."

"I can't tell
the truth, I'm an MP - it goes against the grain."

"Pretend that
you're a catholic priest. No, they lie, too. Er... I've got it,
you're a witness in the witness box. Now, have you ever pulled your
wife's panties over your face and masturbated?"

"Yes, I have
done that but..."

"I win!" Bunty
trilled.

"There are no
winners," Larry said. "You're both as bad as each other."

"Truth or
dare, Doctor Lickman?" Bunty grinned.

"Er...
truth."

"Do you
masturbate?"

"Well,
I..."

"Come on, you
must tell the truth!"

"Yes, I
do."

"There, you
see, John - he masturbates, you masturbate, so why shouldn't
I?"

"This is
ridiculous! Women shouldn't masturbate with vibrators, it's not
normal."

"It's
perfectly normal, Mr Sopping-Gusset," Larry smiled. "Look, why
don't you masturbate each other? Instead of hiding behind locked
doors, do it together, to each other."

"Well, I'm
game," Bunty replied.

"I'll give it
a try," her husband conceded. "I'm not too sure about using a
cucumber, though."

"Oh, go on,
John, give it a try! Use the vibrator on my clitty and thrust the
cucumber in and out of my pussy."

"OK, I'll try
it. But you'll have to masturbate me, too - while I'm wearing your
dirty panties over my face."

"It's a deal!
I'll wear the same pair of panties for a week, and then you can
pull them over your face and sniff them while I bring you off."

"OK, and I'll
buy the biggest cucumber I can find!"

"Good, that's
that settled, then!" Larry smiled. "You see how it helps to talk
problems over?"

"Yes, you're
right, Doctor," Bunty replied. "I don't know what we'd do without
you, I can't thank you enough."

"Thank me by
paying my fee promptly," Larry beamed, rising to his feet. "I'll
see you both next Monday and you can tell me how you got on."

Showing the
couple out, Larry frowned at Brigit as she stood behind the
reception counter making strange faces. Closing the door after Mr
and Mrs Sopping-Gusset, he joined the girl at the counter and asked
her what was wrong.

"Go and take a
look in the bondage room!" she squealed hysterically.

"Why, what's
in there?"

"It's not
what, but who!"

"Who, then?"
he asked irritably, walking down the hall with the girl running
after him.

Entering the
room, Larry held his hand to his mouth and gasped to discover
Monica on the examination couch, her limbs spread, her hands and
feet lashed with rope, her naked body vulnerable. Eyeing her
swollen, hairless cunny lips, a huge candle emerging from her
yawning sex groove, he quickly closed the door.

"What the
hell...?" he began. "Brigit, what on earth have you...?"

"I had nothing
to do with it!" she returned.

"The police
are on their way!" Monica chuckled, her huge tits wobbling. "And
when they discover me like this, you'll be arrested!"

"The police?
Christ, get her out of here, Brigit! Quickly, untie her and I'll
stall them when they arrive, play for time."

Dashing to reception, his heart racing, he knew there'd be no
way out of this one. A woman, naked, bound to the examination
couch, her fanny shaved with a massive candle... "Jesus fucking
Christ!" he breathed, wondering who had tied the woman up.
Gina fucking Cology, more than likely!

"Hi, Larry!"
Lilly trilled as she breezed into the building.

"Oh, you're
back!"

"Yes, I'm
sorry about... that woman, Miss Slit, was a man, Larry! He pulled
his penis out and chased me down the street!"

"My God, what
a sad pervert. Look, don't worry about that now, we've one hell of
a problem, Lily."

"Is it to do
with DI Clarke? He's just pulled up outside."

"Fuck me
backwards!"

"What's he
come back for?"

"Because
Monica... there's no time to explain. I'll hide in my consulting
room and you stall him, OK?"

"What is it he
wants? What's the problem, Larry?"

"Just stall
him!" he cried, dashing down the hall, praying that Brigit had
released the woman. "Stall him for as long as you can, and then
show him into my consulting room!"

Swigging from
the scotch bottle, Larry was sure that the end had come. The last
thing he'd expected was this! he reflected. He realized that Monica
and Gina weren't going to give up, but to resort to this? Brigit
might be able to untie the woman, but she could hardly dress her
and send her out of the building before the detective arrived.
Monica, obviously, was going to remain naked and spurt out
accusation after accusation - Larry had to come up with a story,
and a bloody good one!

"Are, Doctor
Lickman, we meet again," DI Clarke grinned as he entered the
room.

"Ah, thank God
you're here at last!" Larry replied.

"You were
expecting me?"

"Yes, of
course!"

"Was it you
who called the station?"

"Yes, didn't
they tell you?"

"No, I was
only told that someone had phoned alleging..."

"I called and
asked that you be sent here straight away. It's that Monica Moodie,
she's in my examination room and..."

"Let's go and
see what's going on," the detective interrupted, leaving the
room.

"My secretary
discovered the woman in the examination room, naked! She's gone off
her head, Inspector!"

"What's all
this then?" DI Clarke said, surprised, gazing at Monica's naked
body as she struggled with Brigit.

"Please, she's
trying to rape me!" Brigit screamed, her blouse ripped open, her
skirt round her knees. "She's gone mad!"

"All right,
Mrs Moodie, that'll do!"

"They tried to
sexually abuse me again!" Monica cried, pulling away from Brigit
and clasping her hands over her shaved crack.

"I want to
press charges!" Brigit bellowed. "I found her in here, naked, and
she tried to rip my clothes off! She said that she wanted to
massage my pussy!"

"Get dressed,
Mrs Moodie!" the detective ordered the distraught woman. "I'm
arresting you for attempted rape, gross indecency of a grossly
indecent nature, causing an affray, and shaving off your pubic
hair!"

"You can't do
that!" Monica returned as she pushed Brigit away and dressed.

"I can, and
will, do what I like!"

"It's not an
offence to shave my pubic hair off!"

"Ah, a
confession! Doctor Lickman, you'll be a witness to the
confession."

"Yes, of
course!" Larry beamed.

"I didn't
confess!" Monica protested.

"You said that
it's not an offence to shave my pubic hair off. Being a detective,
I look upon that a first degree confession!"

"I'm sorry
that Monica has caused you so much trouble," Larry smiled.

"She won't be
causing anyone any more trouble - not in Holloway!"

"Please, you
must listen to me!" Monica cried as the detective grabbed her arm
and led her away. "No, you must listen!"

Rubbing his
hands together, Larry grinned at Lily as she entered the room.
"Monica Moodie has been arrested!" he cried triumphantly.

"Yes, I
heard!"

"What better
way to begin the week?"

"There is no
better way!" Brigit giggled, adjusting her clothing.

"Larry,
there's some bad news, I'm afraid," Lily said dolefully. "I'm sorry
to spoil your moment of victory but, The Reverend Mother
Barren-Womb is waiting for you in your consulting room."

"Fucking hell!
I can't take much more of this! What does she want, do you
know?"

"Yes, she
wants to see you about Sister Mary."

"Again?
Christ, I thought that had been settled!"

"And your next
client's in the waiting room, Miss Shafter."

"Oh, that's
good! She's the girl who believes that my spunking up her arse will
help to enlarge her tits! Ignorant bitch that she is! Right, Lily,
go and tell the Reverend Slagger that I'm out. Tell her to come
back later, preferably next week! Brigit, show Miss Shafter in
here, I'll be waiting for her."

Rubbing his
hands together as the girls left, Larry sensed his penis stiffen at
the thought of examining Miss Shafter's tight vaginal sheath,
slipping his solid penis deep into her anal canal and filling her
bowels with his gushing spunk. It was time for Lily to join in, he
mused. Time for her to further her experience of the female
breasts. And his knob!

"Ah, Melinda!"
Larry beamed as the timid girl gingerly entered the room.

"Hallo,
Doctor," she smiled sweetly.

"Right, we'll
waste no time, clothes off and lay on the examination couch and
we'll begin," he ordered her, eyeing her long legs, her shapely
thighs. "Has there been any improvement? Are your breasts any
larger?"

"No, I don't
think so," she replied softly, unbuttoning her white silk
blouse.

"Well, it's
early days. These things take time, Melinda. This week, I'm going
to ask Lily, my trainee sex therapist, to assist me. A new
treatment has just been developed to help enlarge the breasts, it
consists of clamping steel rings around the base of each breast and
tightening the screws to force the breasts to swell and
balloon."

"Will it
hurt?" she asked, her long black hair cascading over her pert
mammary spheres as she removed her bra.

"The rings
won't hurt too much, but the next stage of the treatment might be a
little painful."

"The next
stage?" she echoed, her dark eyes wide as she tugged her miniskirt
down her naked legs, revealing her bulging panties.

"I'm going to
have Lily cane your breasts. A light caning will..."

"Cane my
breasts? But..."

"It's all
right, Melinda, calm down. The treatment is designed to firm the
breast muscles and to stiffen the nipples. It was developed by
Professor Brownteat-Bust. The pain will be well worth enduring,
believe me."

"I don't like
the sound of that!" she gasped, tugging her cunny-stained panties
down and displaying her sparse black pubes, her long sex slit.
"Doctor, I don't want my breasts caned!"

"You do want
bigger breasts, don't you?"

"Well, yes,
but..."

"Trust me,
Melinda. After the treatment, I'll deposit my sperm in your anal
duct. The testosterone will be quickly absorbed into your blood
stream, helping your breasts to develop into fine mammary
specimens. Right, get onto the couch and I'll call Lily," he
grinned, leaving the room.

Returning with
the wary girl, Larry assured her that she'd be safe, that Melinda's
breasts weren't going to attack her. "You said that your problem is
a little better," he smiled. "This will further help to cure you of
your terrible phobia."

"What do you
want me to do?" she asked, her eyes transfixed on Melinda's long
nipples, the large brown discs of her areolae.

"Clamp these
around the base of each breast," Larry instructed her, taking two
steel rings from the shelf. "Pull Melinda's breasts through the
rings and tighten the screws, forcing her breasts to balloon, her
nipples to swell."

"Are you sure
it won't hurt?" Melinda asked fearfully as Lily tentatively placed
the rings over her breasts, careful not to touch her nipples - her
brown, leering mammary eyes!

"There'll be a
little discomfort, that's all," Larry smiled, gazing at her swollen
vaginal lips, her protruding inner petals.

Tightening the
screws, Lily gazed in amazement as the whimpering girl's breasts
inflated and her nipples distended, standing erect. Tightening the
screws further, painfully swelling Melinda's mammary orbs, she
stood back, admiring her work as Larry grabbed the thin bamboo cane
and placed it on the couch. Melinda should be tied down for the
mammary thrashing, Larry decided. He didn't want her leaping from
the couch at the first strike of the cane!

"OK," he
smiled. "Open your legs and stretch your arms behind your head,
Melinda. Lily, will you tie her ankles to the legs of the couch,
please?"

"Yes, Doctor,"
Lily replied, taking two lengths of rope from the shelf.

"I don't want
to be tied down!" the reluctant patient cried as Lily bound her
ankles and Larry secured her wrists. "Please, why are you tying me
down?"

"It's part of
the treatment, Melinda," Larry reassured her. "There's nothing to
worry about, I promise you."

The girl's naked body securely lashed to the couch, Larry
reached to the shelf and grabbed a leather strap connected to a
rubber ball. "This is to prevent a condition known as
screamus protestus
," he
smiled, placing the ball in his victim's mouth. Running the leather
strap round the back of her head, he fastened the buckle, securing
the gag. "There, now you're all ready for the treatment. Right,
Lily, I want you to cane her breasts. Begin with a gentle caning to
ease her into the punish... I mean, the treatment."

Grinning as
she grabbed the cane, Lily was eager to thrash the girl's inflated
breasts. This was her chance to take revenge on female breasts, to
vent her anger on the evil mammary spheres! Gazing into Melinda's
terror-stricken eyes as she raised the cane high above her head,
Brigit brought it down, the thin bamboo striking her prisoner's
taut breasts with a loud crack.