Sex Practice (43 page)
"So, Oral,
your colleague was going to come bursting in, with a camera, no
doubt, and..."
"Yes, yes!
Please, can I go now?" she sobbed as Lily's tongue slipped into her
open vaginal sheath. "Just let me go and I'll say nothing
about..."
"Not until
I've fucked you," Larry laughed. "OK, girls, make way for my
cock!"
Standing
behind Oral, Larry grinned as Brigit grabbed his solid penis and
guided him into their prisoner's dripping cunt. Beginning his
fucking motions, his lower belly slapping her crimson buttocks, he
gasped as the girls kneaded his swinging balls.
"God, she's
wet!" he cried, grabbing her hips and driving his cockhead deep
into her tight sheath. "I'm going to miss fucking my clients."
"We won't have
to close the practice will we, Larry?" Brigit asked, slipping a
finger deep into the girl's hot anal canal.
"Yes, we might
have to. Jesus, I've never known such a hot, tight wet pussy!"
"I wouldn't
have a job if you closed down!" Lily complained, licking Oral's
buttock.
"Jesus Christ,
I'm coming!" Larry gasped. "God, I'm coming!"
His sperm
jetting from his throbbing glans, Larry fucked the girl with a
vengeance, his heavy balls rolling, swinging as he repeatedly drove
his knob into her spasming sex duct. Whimpering, Oral reached her
enforced climax, crying out with sexual pleasure as her curvaceous
body shook violently.
Massaging
Oral's pulsating clitoris, Lily sustained the girl's shuddering
climax, her own clitoris in dire need of a caressing finger, a
sweeping tongue. Brigit, too, needed the relief that orgasm brings,
her cumbud swelling between her bulging vaginal lips as she
finger-fucked Oral's bottom-hole.
"This is the
police!" a voice bellowed through a loudhailer. "Come out with your
trousers up!"
"Fucking
hell!" Larry gasped as he balls finally drained and he slipped his
wet member out of Oral's vaginal orifice. "What the fuck..."
"What shall we
do?" Brigit asked, slipping her finger out of the girl's tight bum
and leaping to her feet.
"Christ
knows!" Larry breathed, zipping his trousers. "Christ bloody
knows!"
"Doctor
Lickman, come out with your trousers up!"
"Bloody
hell!"
Dashing to the
main door with Brigit and Lily in tow, Larry held his head as he
gazed at DI Clarke and his men, Mother Barren-Womb, Fullcrack,
Venereal, his two wives, Ravenhugh, the VAT man, a press
photographer and two dozen or so other men gathered in the car
park. This was it, the end!
"Quick,
through the waiting room window!" he cried, dashing across the
foyer. "We'll escape through the fucking window!"
"Escape to
where?" Lily asked, chasing after Larry and Brigit.
"France. We'll
set up in Bordeaux, it's lovely down there. There are dozens of
suitable properties for sale. We'll take the ferry and..."
"What about
money?" Brigit interrupted as Larry opened the window and
cautiously peered outside. "And you car's in the car park so how
are we..."
"I've a bank
account in another name, money's no problem. As for my car, I
thought something like this might happen so I parked it in the back
street."
"We can't just
leave the country!" Lily gasped as Larry bundled her through the
window, his hands up her skirt, groping her firm buttocks as she
fell to the ground. "What about my flat, I owe rent on it."
Pushing Brigit
through the window as DI Clarke's men hammered on the main door,
Larry knew there was little time. "Sod the rent! Why can't we leave
the country? We have each other, money, a car, a brilliant future
full of sex ahead of us - so why not go for it?" he asked, making
his escape.
Dashing round
the back of the building, Larry and his girls cut through the
bushes into a side road and bundled into his car. Speeding down the
road as DI Clarke's men stormed the building, they made their
timely escape.
"We'll pick
our passports up and nip into the bank," Larry grinned. "Then it's
down to Dover to catch the ferry."
"God, what
with all this excitement, my cunt's really wet!" Brigit
giggled.
"And mine!"
Lily rejoined.
"Don't worry
girls, there are plenty of French sticks where we're going! Sacré
bleu, think of all the French pussy waiting for us! Vive La France!
Soixante-neuf!"
-oOo-
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