Sex Practice (37 page)

"I can't sleep
at night," she confessed softly. "I lie awake thinking of
penises."

And I lie awake thinking of juicy cunts
. "I see. How long has this penile-induced insomnia been going
on?"

"For several
weeks now. I've always had a fixation, a fetish, I suppose, for
penises. Since I first saw a boy's stiff penis behind the bike
sheds at school, I've not been able to get the vivid pictures of
male organs out of my mind."

"Where was
this stiff penis, Molly?"

"I've told
you, it was behind the bike sheds."

"What, lying
on the ground, hanging on a rusty nail?"

"No, it was
attached to the boy's body."

"Oh, yes, I
see. For a minute, I thought you meant..."

"I really
don't know what to do! At night, I close my eyes and see an image
of a huge erect penis, and I can't get to sleep."

"So, there's
one penis in particular?"

"There used to
be several, but now there's just the one."

"Do you
recognize the penis? I mean, are there any distinguishing marks to
enable you to identify the owner of the organ in question?"

"Well, I
suppose I like to imagine that I know who it belongs to. I... I
can't tell you who I imagine it to belong to, it's too
embarrassing."

"The man in
question, you've never actually seen his penis?"

"No, I haven't
seen it, I just imagine it to be his. It's magnificent! I lie in
bed at night, the image of the wonderful organ clear in my mind -
and I masturbate until the early hours."

"Yes, you do
look a little tired."

"What can I
do, Larry? I can't go on night after night like this!"

"Don't distress yourself, Molly. This is a rare condition
known as
erectus penisus
maniacus
. Roughly translated from old
Lickuaniun, it means a maniacal craving for the erect penis. You'll
be pleased to hear that there's a cure for this peculiar
condition..."

"I want to be
able to sleep at night but... well, I don't want the penis to go
away. I mean, I'd miss it, wouldn't I?"

"Yes but, if
we're to..."

"I know what
the answer is. The man I imagine to be the owner of the penis, if
he were in my bed with me, we'd make rampant love until I was
sexually satisfied, sexually fulfilled - and then I could
sleep."

"The man you
imagine to be the owner of the penis, is he married?"

"No, he's not
married."

"Is he aware
of your feelings?"

"I haven't
felt him! If I had, then..."

"No, what I
meant was, is he aware of your feelings for him, your
emotions?"

"Oh, I see.
No, I can't bring myself to tell him."

"You must,
Molly. You must tell him of your emotional torment without further
delay."

"No, I can't.
I wish I hadn't told you about the penis now."

Desperate to
examine the girl's exquisite vagina, Larry sighed. The last thing
he needed was a boring discussion about another man's penis! But
Molly was obviously distressed, and the only way he'd get his
fingers inside her hot, wet cunt was to play along with her, put
her mind at rest. Racking his brain, he suddenly had an idea.

"Molly, I'm
going to show you my penis," he smiled. "I want you to touch it and
fondle it. The theory is that my penis will replace the imaginary
penis."

"But I..." she
began hesitantly as Larry leaped to his feet and whipped his erect
organ out.

"There, what
do you think of it?" he asked proudly as he stood before her, his
huge weapon pointing skywards, only a foot away from her popping
green eyes.

"It's... it's
wonderful!" she gasped, reaching out and pulling his foreskin back.
"Oh, it's so wonderful!"

"Molly, this
psychological approach necessitates... how can I put it? Have you
ever taken a penis into your third vagina?"

"My third
vagina? Where's that?"

"It's your
mouth."

"Oh! So,
where's my second vagina?"

"Your
bottom-hole."

"My
bottom-hole? But, surely, my vagina is..."

"Not many
people realize that females have three vaginal orifices, Molly.
Think yourself lucky that I've imparted this little known fact to
you. So, have you ever taken a penis into your third vagina, into
your mouth?"

"Well,
I..."

"The reason
I'm asking you is because I believe you to be suffering from penile
deficiency."

"No, I've
never taken a penis into my mouth."

"Ah, I thought
as much! What about your second vagina, your bottom-hole?"

"Certainly
not!"

"It's so sad
to see women blatantly neglecting their vaginal orifices. In fact,
it's verging on criminal! You'll have to change your ways,
Molly."

"Yes, I'll
try."

"Right, I'm
pleased to hear it. Now, penile deficiency is a condition usually
only found in nunneries. The nuns, being chaste, suffer penile
deficiency as a result of years of penis denial."

"I didn't know
that!"

"Oh, yes! In
monasteries, the monks suffer from vaginal deficiency due to years
of vaginal denial. Mind you, unlike the nuns, they make up for it
by replacing the vaginal sheath with each other's... yes, well, I
won't go into the sordid details of the sexual behaviour of monks.
I want you to take my penis into your mouth and suck it,
Molly."

"Suck it?" she
asked in surprise, examining his silky-smooth glans.

"Taking my
penis into your third vagina, into your mouth, will have a
beneficial subconscious effect. You see, sucking my penis and
swallowing my sperm will re-educate your subconscious, it will
bring about a deep-seated subconscious transformation."

"Oh, I see.
But..."

"Trust me,
Molly. And believe me, I'm not doing this for my benefit. I very
rarely go to such lengths to serve my clients."

"It's very
good of you to go out of your way to help me, Larry."

"There are
times when going above and beyond my duty is deemed well within the
line of duty, and this is such a time. Now, open your third vagina
and suck my penis and swallow my sperm."

"All right, if
you think it will do me good."

"I know it
will do me good... I mean, do you good."

Watching the
girl part her full red lips and take his knob into her hot mouth,
Larry gasped, his penis twitching as she explored his glans with
her wet tongue. Her lips stretched around his solid shaft as he
projected his hips, driving his purple plum to the back of her
throat, he hooked his heavy balls out of his trousers.

"Fondle my
balls," he breathed, his warm scrotum pressing against her chin.
"Ah, yes, that's it. Good girl. Run your tongue around the end of
my penis, that's it! Ah, God! Think about what you're doing, Molly,
think of my knob in your mouth, think about my sperm coming out,
filling your beautiful third vaginal orifice!"

Sucking, rolling her tongue over his throbbing glans, Molly
closed her eyes, concentrating on her act of oral sex, waiting in
anticipation for his sperm to gush from his cockhead and fill her
cheeks, desperate for her first taste of salty spunk. His body
becoming rigid, his face grimacing as the beginnings of his orgasm
stirred, Larry took the girl's head in his hands.
She's not going to escape my
spunk
.

"Ah, here it
comes, Molly!" he gasped as his sperm coursed up his penile shaft
and jetted from his pulsating glans. "God, I'm coming!" His spunk
bathing her sweeping tongue, filling her cheeks, her eyes bulged as
she tried to pull away. "You must drink it all!" Larry breathed,
driving his orgasming knob to the back of her throat. "You must
swallow my spunk!"

Gripping her
head and rocking his hips, Larry fucked the pretty girl's mouth,
shooting his spunk down her throat until he'd drained his rolling
balls. His shaft glistening with her saliva as he slipped his
purple knob out of her sperm-drenched mouth, he stood trembling
before her as she lapped up the droplets of white liquid from his
slit.

"My God!"
Monica cried as she entered the room and gazed in horror at the
lewd scene. "I have never witnessed such a vile and debased
act!"

"Monica!"
Larry gasped, concealing his penis and hurriedly zipping his
trousers.

"Good
gracious! You're a dirty little slut, forcing the doctor to commit
such a vile and degrading act! Get out of here!"

"No, Molly,
don't go!" Larry cried as the girl fled the room with sperm running
down her chin.

"Doctor, are
you all right?" Monica asked concernedly.

"Of course I'm
all right! What do you mean by...?"

"Oh, you poor
man! I've met her type before, luring professional men to commit
vile sexual acts. Fancy coming here and forcing you to commit such
a depraved sexual act! Despicable, that's what she is!"

"But I
thought... Monica, you usually blame me!"

"That's where
I've been going wrong, Larry. I now realize these young hussies
have been forcing themselves upon you, coercing you into committing
degrading sexual acts."

"What? I don't
understand."

"It's all
right, Larry - I'm here to look after you now."

"But..."

"I'll make
sure that these despicable hussies leave you alone. Right, I'll go
and man reception. Are you sure you're all right after your
horrendous experience? It must have been a terrifying ordeal!"

"Yes, yes I'm
fine."

"Good, let's
hope nothing like that ever happens again! I'll be in
reception."

Shaking his
head in disbelief as the woman left the room, Larry frowned. "What
sort of trick is this?" he breathed. Whatever her game was, he had
no idea. All he could think was that she was pretending to be on
his side, only to expose him when she'd gathered enough evidence of
his debauchery to nail him once and for all. Realizing that he
should tell her to go, that she'd be nothing but trouble, he
decided to have a lengthy chat with her later and discover exactly
what she'd done about revealing his whereabouts to the debt
collectors and the girls' fathers.

Ringing the
police station, Larry asked to be put through to DI Clarke, praying
that Brigit and her alluring pussy had done the trick. If the
detective was still hell-bent on persisting with his
investigations, Larry decided he'd take a leaf out of Monica's
book. Side with the detective, he mused. Feed him false information
concerning Mother Barren-Womb and her convent.

"DI Clarke,"
the sleuth finally replied.

"Inspector,
it's Doctor Lickman."

"Ah, Doctor
Lickman, you've been conspicuous by your absence of late."

"Yes, I... I
had a few days off."

"I see. Well,
I'd better fill you in on the latest allegations made against
you."

"Allegations,
Inspector?"

"Cannabis."

"No, I'm
sorry, I haven't got any."

"I do not wish
to purchase..."

"I know a man
who..."

"Do you, now?
Give me his name and address."

"No, I meant,
I know a man who... well, I know a man, that's all."

"Doctor
Lickman, Mother Barren-Womb alleges that you planted a quantity of
cannabis in her study."

"I haven't
planted cannabis in her study! You'd need a greenhouse to plant it
in, not a study - and it's the wrong time of the year. The spring
is the best time to..."

"Planted as in
placed, Doctor - not sown!"

"Placed? Why
would I place cannabis in her study?"

"Why indeed?
The convent..."

"Talking of
the convent, has the missing nun been found yet, Inspector?"

"No, she's
still at large."

"From what I
remember of her, she was slim, petite and..."

"At large as
in on the loose! Are you always so difficult to converse with?"

"When in oral
communication, I must say that my conversation is completely
converse to your allegation."

"What?"

"Opposite,
Inspector. My conversational skills do not prove to be difficult,
they are converse to your statement stating that I have difficulty
conversing."

"What are
you... can we please move on, Doctor? Let's discuss the convent
girl's knickers I have in my possession."

"Oh, yes,
let's!"

"There was no
netball match. The girl, Jenny Faggot, was not in the netball team,
is not in the netball team, and has no chance of joining the
netball team."

"Then, why did
she change into her netball kit, Inspector? The cream thickens... I
mean the slot... the plot..."

"She didn't
change into her netball kit because she has no netball kit, and she
cannot play netball and does not even attempt to play netball."

"She can't
play netball?"

"No, she
can't. She doesn't own a netball skirt, a netball top, netball
socks or netball knickers."

"Are you
saying that she left my establishment knickerless?"

"Yes, that's
exactly what I'm saying."

"Good grief! I
really can't believe that I've actually had a knickerless
schoolgirl in my long established establishment!"

"You'd better
believe it because I can tell you that the judge will!"

"The judge?
Was there a knickerless judge in my establishment?"

"Please,
Doctor Lickman! Now, you say that you found the girl's knickers on
the floor?"

"Yes, that's
right - in the hallway."

"I put it to
you, Doctor, that you removed the girl's knickers. Now, come on,
let's be having the truth."

"Yes, I did
remove them."

"Ah, so you
confess to removing the aforementioned knickers?"

"I can't deny
it, Inspector."

"Are you
prepared to sign a sworn statement to that effect?"