Sex Practice (19 page)

"In about ten
minutes," Brigit replied, checking the appointments book.

"Right, I'll
be in my room," Larry smiled. "Send her along when she
arrives."

Sitting at his
desk, Larry again wondered what to do with Christine Cology. He
couldn't keep her prisoner for too long, he knew, but he'd imprison
the girl long enough to sexually abuse her naked tethered body,
cane her taut buttocks. Brigit, too, would enjoy the girl's body,
her firm breasts, her tight cunt hole. They'd commit the most
imaginative sexual acts with her and she'd be able to prove
nothing, he chuckled inwardly as female voices emanated from
reception.

"Ah, Sally,"
he grinned as the scruffy girl entered his consulting room. "Did
you bring the milk bottle and Vaseline?"

"Hi, Larry.
No, I never brung it - I've got a fuckin' problem," she confessed,
lifting her red microskirt and revealing her knickerless pussy, her
sparse blonde pubes, her pinken vaginal crack.

"Oh, what's
that?" he asked, gazing at the opaque droplets of sex fluid
clinging to her protruding inner lips.

"I've got a
fuckin' apple stuck up me fuckin' cunt."

"A fucking...
I mean, an apple? What are you doing with an apple..."

"I was
friggin' meself off and I shoved the fuckin' apple up me fuckin'
cunt. Now I can't get the fuckin' thing out!"

"Sally, I do
wish you wouldn't punctuate all your sentences with
expletives!"

"You wish I
wouldn't do what to me what with what?"

"What? Try omitting the word
fucking
from your
sentences."

"Omitting?
What's that?"

"Try leaving
the F word out. Now, how long has this apple been lodged in your
vagina?"

"Since
fuckin'... sorry, since bleedin' yesterday."

"OK, I'll take
you to my examination room and try to remove it. You girls will
insist on stuffing apples up your vaginas! I don't know what things
are coming to!" Larry laughed, leading the wanton slut to his
bondage room. "Right, strip off and lie on the couch," he smiled,
closing and locking the door.

Tugging her
microskirt down, revealing her inflamed vaginal crack, Sally kicked
the scruffy garment across the floor along with her red stilettos.
Yanking her T-shirt over her head, she looked down at her pert
breasts and grinned salaciously. Firm, topped with erect nipples,
they were fine specimens, and Larry could hardly wait to suck them
into his mouth.

"You ain't
going to 'urt me, are you?" the girl asked as she lay on the couch
and opened her legs wider than a ballerina doing the splits.

"No, I won't
hurt you," Larry replied, peeling her vaginal lips open and pushing
a finger into her drenched sex hole. "God, it's a big one!" he
exclaimed, pressing the apple. "Try pushing, try squeezing your
muscles."

Her stomach
concaving, her pussy lips swelling as she bore down, she couldn't
eject the massive apple. Again, she grimaced and pushed, her cunt
lips parting slightly, displaying an ovoid area of the shiny red
apple. "Go on!" Larry urged her. "Keep pushing!"

"I fuckin'
am!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "It ain't no fuckin' good, I
can't get the fuckin' thing out of me fuckin' cunt!"

"You're nearly
there! Go on, push! Push!"

Her inflamed
cunt lips opening wide as the sticky apple slowly emerged, she
gasped for breath, her face flushing, her stomach muscles tensing
as she gave one last almighty push. The apple opening her sex
entrance, stretching her delicate inner lips, her body became rigid
as she managed to expel the wet fruit.

"Good grief!"
Larry cried, gazing at the apple. "Look at the size of it!"

"Fuck me! I
though I was going to fuckin' well split open!" she breathed,
lifting her head and gazing at her yawning pussy slit. "Look at me
fuckin' cunt, it's 'anging wide open! Shit, I think I've gone and
fucked it!"

"You'll be all
right, Sally. It's good practice for when you give birth," Larry
reassured the exhausted girl. "Just relax and let your muscles
recover. So, what was your boyfriend's reaction to your news?"

"It's OK, I
worked me fuckin' dates out wrong. I ain't due on till next fuckin'
week."

"That must be
a relief for you."

"No, it ain't!
I won't get me fuckin' council flat if I ain't up the fuckin'
duff."

"Sally," Larry
smiled, tweaking her sensitive nipples. "Sally, why don't you try
and change your ways, your life? I mean, there are opportunities
today..."

"What the fuck
you talkin' about?"

"I'm talking
about you trying to better yourself. If you were to stop swearing
and get yourself some decent clothes... have your hair done and do
your makeup properly and you could get a job and rent a nice
flat."

"Work? Fuck
me, I can't fuckin' work!"

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't
get me fuckin' dole money!"

"No, but you'd
get a wage."

"I'm goin' on
the fuckin' game, then I'll 'ave plenty of fuckin' dosh."

"Try saying
one sentence without swearing, Sally," Larry suggested, running his
finger over her smooth stomach to her wet vaginal crack. "Do you
like that?" he asked, massaging her erect clitoris.

"Yes, fuckin'
right, I do!"

"Leave out the
F word."

"Yes, I like
it."

"Good. Would
you like me to use my vibrator on your clitoris?"

"Yes, I want
to fuckin'... I mean, I want to come."

"God knows how
you're able to open your legs as wide as that!" Larry grinned,
grabbing the vibrator. "They're at right angles to your body, it's
incredible!"

"I've been
doin' it since I was twelve."

"Really?"

"Yes, since me
dad... oh, I'd better not say nothin' about that."

"Er... yes,
well... OK, are you ready for the vibro?"

"Yes! Put your
cunt clips on me and then fuckin' well bring me off!"

Reaching to
the shelf, Larry grabbed two small metal clips connected to heavy
weights by lengths of string. Fixing the clips to the naked girls
outer lips, he gently lowered the weights either side of the couch,
watching her vaginal lips painfully stretch apart, her pussy slit
open, exposing her cunt hole, the full length of her solid
clitoris.

"OK?" he
asked.

"Yes, it feels
great! I like me cunt stretched open. Shove a candle up me
arse."

"You're an
insatiable little girl, aren't you?" he smiled, taking a massive
candle from the shelf.

"I'm a
what?"

"Insatiable.
Er... you can't get enough, can you?"

"No, fuckin'
right I can't! Go on, shove it right up me fuckin' arse!"

"OK, here it
comes!" he grinned, positioning the end of the candle between her
splayed buttocks and pushing against the brown flesh surrounding
her tight bum-hole.

Her anal
entrance yielding, the waxen shaft sinking into her hot rectal
tube, she gasped as the lewd sensations permeated her quivering
pelvis. Christine would be forced to endure the candle, Larry mused
as he pushed the shaft deeper into the trembling girl's bowels.
Christine had hours of debauchery to look forward to!

"Shove another
one up me fuckin' cunt 'ole!" Sally demanded Larry crudely, raising
her flushed face and grinning at him.

"OK, you're
the boss!" he chuckled, taking another candle from the shelf.

"Do me nipples
with your clips, and then bring me off with your fuckin'
vibrator!"

"You're a
dirty little girl, Sally, you really are!" he laughed, pressing
then end of the candle against the wet pink flesh surrounding her
open cunt hole.

The shaft
driving into her hot vaginal sheath, Larry gazed at her taut
girl-flesh, her stretched outer lips. The weights painfully opening
her sex crack, her pelvic cavity bloated with the two massive
candles, the nymphomaniac girl was in her sexual element. Her naked
body crudely abused, she again asked Larry to fix clips to her
erect nipples.

"The 'eaviest
fuckin' weights you've got!" she giggled as he pushed the candle
fully home and reached to the shelf. "Really 'urt me fuckin'
nipples!" Fixing metal clips to her long milk teats, Larry dropped
the lengths of string down either side of the couch and grabbed two
heavy weights from the shelf. Connecting the weights to the
strings, he gently released them, watching excitedly as the girl's
nipples painfully distended, her firm rounded breasts becoming taut
cones.

"Ah, yes!" she
breathed, lifting her head and focusing on her elongated breast
buds. "Me fuckin' bum and me cunt feel great! And me fuckin'
nipples really 'urt, I love it!"

"What else do
you love?" Larry asked. "Before I bring you off with the vibrator,
is there anything else you'd like me to do to you?"

"Yes, there
is. Shove another fuckin' candle up me fuckin' cunt."

"Christ,
Sally, I won't be able to..."

"Yes, you
fuckin' will! Go on, fuckin' well try!"

Taking another
candle from the shelf, Larry frowned, sure that the girl's already
bloated vaginal cavern wouldn't accommodate a second wax phallus.
Pressing the pointed and against her taut pink flesh, he gently
pushed, forcing her vaginal entrance open. Gasping, her face
grimacing as her abused sex hole finally yielded, she ordered Larry
to push the candle deep into her cunt. His eyes wide, transfixed on
her glistening vulval flesh, he drove the candle deep into her
ballooning sex pouch, amazed by her incredibly taut inner lips.

"Fuck me,
that's fuckin' good!" Sally gasped. "Ah, God, me cunt feels... me
cunt feels fuckin' great! Put more weights on, I want me fuckin'
nipples 'urting like fuckin' 'ell!"

"Anything you
say!" Larry laughed, eyeing the girl's painfully abused nipples as
he grabbed two more weights from the shelf.

Attaching the
weights to the strings, he watched her nipples elongate, the metal
clips painfully stretching the brown discs of her areolae. Whatever
next? he wondered as she lifted her head and grinned, focusing on
her conical breasts tapering to points. The metal clips biting into
her sensitive nipples, her cunt lips forced apart, her vagina
bloated to capacity, her anal duct inflated, Larry wondered what
else the nymphomaniac masochist would demand of him.

"Tie me
fuckin' feet!" she cried, lifting her head and grinning at Larry.
"Fix ropes to me fuckin' feet and pull me fuckin, legs wide
open!"

"Your legs are
already wide open!" Larry returned.

"No, no! I
want me fuckin' legs forced apart until they 'urt, I want me feet
tied so I can't close me fuckin' legs!"

Shaking his
head in disbelief, Larry took a length of rope from a hook on the
wall and tied one end to the girl's left ankle. Pulling on the
rope, he wound the other end around a hook on the wall, securing
her leg at right angles to her quivering body. Binding her other
ankle, he pulled on the rope, yanking her leg in line with the
other one and tying the rope to a hook on the opposite wall.

"Christ!"
Larry gasped, standing at the end of the examination couch and
gazing at the three candles emerging from the girl's painfully
stretched sex holes. "You're a bloody contortionist!"

"Jesus, it
fuckin' 'urts! Ah, me legs fuckin' 'urt, it's great!" she gasped.
"Now bring me off with your fuckin' vibrator!"

"You're sure
you're ready?" Larry chuckled. "I mean, you don't want me to tie
ropes around your tits, do you?"

"Yes, good
idea! Tie ropes around me fuckin' tits, really tight so they
fuckin' 'urt like fuckin' 'ell!"

Taking two
more lengths of rope from the wall, Larry tied them around the base
of each breast, pulling the knots tight, painfully ballooning her
mammary globes. Surely this was enough? he wondered, focusing on
the girl's long nipples, her areolae no longer discs but cones of
brown flesh.

"Me arse!" she
cried. "I want another fuckin' candle up me fuckin' arse!"

"Sally, I
really don't think..."

"Just fuckin'
do it!"

"OK, it's your
body."

Taking a fourth candle from the shelf, Larry plunged the end
into the jar of honey, certain that her anal duct would never
accommodate a second phallus. Leaning forward, he gazed at her
brown ring, stretched tautly around the candle deep within her
rectal sheath.
Oh well, here
goes
, he thought, pressing the pointed end
of the candle against her inflamed brown tissue. Twisting and
pushing, he watched in amazement as the girl's bottom-hole began to
yield to the second intruding shaft, stretching wide open to
accommodate the candle.

"Keep fuckin'
pushin'!" she breathed, her face grimacing with the pain and
pleasure her abused body was bringing her. "It's going in! Keep
fuckin' pushin'!"

"I am!" Larry
returned, stunned as her brown ring opened to receive the huge
candle. "My God! I'd have never thought it possible!" he exclaimed
as the candle disappeared into the girl's bloated bowels.

"God, it's
fuckin' wonderful! Now bring me off with your fuckin'
vibrator!"

Taking the
vibrator from the shelf, Larry switched it on and pressed the
buzzing tip to the girl's swollen clitoris, grinning as she
immediately responded. Her smooth stomach rising and falling as her
orgasm quickly rose from her contracting womb, she tossed her head
from side to side, her dishevelled long blonde hair veiling her
contorting face, her body shaking violently with her orgasmic
explosion.

On and on her
multiple orgasm rode, the waves of sexual ecstasy crashing through
her rigid body. Her cunt muscles gripping the two candles, her
pussy milk flowing in torrents - her anal duct spasming, stretched
to accommodate the candles, the semiconscious girl convulsed
violently. Her naked body twitching uncontrollably, the
perspiration of obscene sex streaming down her scarlet face, she'd
given her very soul to Lucifer, exchanged her very being for the
gratification of wild sex.