Sex Practice

  SEX PRACTICE

  by

  RAY GORDON

  Sex Practice first published in 1998 by Hodder & Stoughton. Published as an eBook in 2012 by Chimera eBooks.

  ISBN 9781780802879

  www.chimerabooks.co.uk

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  This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.

  This work is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The author asserts that all characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older, and that all characters and situations are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright Ray Gordon. The right of Ray Gordon to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Chapter One

  Larry Lickman gazed lustfully at the pretty blonde sitting facing him anxiously in his consulting room. His penis strained within his tight cords as he imagined her masturbating with a vibrator - legs splayed, juicy cunt lips gaping, cerise clitoris throbbing in orgasm. Eyeing her pert breasts, her erectile nipples torpedoing her white silk blouse, he smiled. She was in her early twenties, married, unable to achieve orgasm - and delectably fuckable!

  The distraught woman had resorted to Larry's infamous private sex therapy and marriage guidance practice in despair. Her husband threatening to leave her for a real woman, she was desperate to respond to his intimate attention, his vaginal massaging, his clitoral tonguing, and achieve the massive multiple orgasms she naively believed all other women were enjoying.

  "Some women find it difficult to climax during sexual intercourse," Larry began, his elbows resting on his desk, his dark eyes smiling. "You're far from unique, believe me!"

  "But I've read about women screaming and writhing, their nostrils flaring, their eyes rolling and... why can't I do it?" the nymphette asked despairingly, her sea-blue eyes tearful, her lavish red lips quivering. "Why can't I have multiple orgasms?"

  They're probably the women I've fucked, Larry reflected, manoeuvring his painfully solid penis into a more comfortable position. "Worry not. You'll soon be screaming and writhing in the grips of multiple orgasms, Tina," he reassured her. Especially when I get my tongue between your luscious folds. "What I want you to do is lie on your bed, naked, and masturbate four times every day with a powerful vibrator."

  "But I don't have a vibrator!" the young woman gasped, shocked by the doctor's suggestion.

  "No problem. I do a nice line in vibrators. I take Access, Visa... and cash, of course."

  "Doctor Lickman! I really don't think..."

  "Vibrators are ideal for women in your situation, Tina." And pretty good for men, too. "You'll have no choice other than to surrender to your wonder... wondrous body. The vibrations coursing through your clitoris will force out one mind-blowing orgasm after another." Pausing, he frowned at his flushing client. "You do want to scream and writhe and have massive multiple orgasms, don't you?"

  "Well, yes, but..."

  "There we are, then. You might well be suffering from clitoral non-responsus. Using a vibrator will cure the dreadful condition. OK, as this is only your second visit I'll need to know a little more about your sex life, your sexual history, so to speak. Firstly, are you a Roman Catholic?"

  "What's religion got to do with sex?"

  "Everything. Take Catholic priests, for example - they're all perverted hedonists. You're not a Catholic priest, are you?"

  "No, of course I'm not."

  "A priestess?"

  "No!"

  "Have you ever attended the Devil's Mass?"

  "The Devil's... no!"

  "That's a relief! Tell me, do you enjoy oral sex?" Larry asked unashamedly. Do you relish a tongue licking inside your wet cunt?

  "I..."

  "Come on, Tina - if I'm to help you, then you must open up." Open up your cunt!

  "Well..." she began softly, her face flushing deeper with embarrassment as she twisted her long blonde hair nervously round her fingers. "I'm not used to talking about such intimate things, doctor."

  I am. "I know you're not. Just relax, Tina. Imagine that I'm not here."

  "Why?"

  "It will be easier for you to talk."

  "Where shall I imagine you to be?"

  "What?"

  "If I'm to imagine that you're not here, then I'll have to imagine you to be elsewhere."

  "Why?"

  "Because you have to be somewhere. You think, therefore you are."

  "I am, therefore I think."

  "You can't suddenly disappear, become extinct - nonexistent!"

  "Well, I'll be here in reality, so..."

  "But you said..."

  "No, no! Imagine I'm not here! You don't have to imagine me to be elsewhere, just pretend that I'm not here - imagine that you're talking to yourself."

  "Only lunatics talk to themselves!"

  "What do you know about the ranting and raving of lunatics?"

  "Nothing, I suppose."

  "Then you're not in a position to discuss them. Let's not deviate - we're not here to talk about lunacy. Try it, Tina - pretend that I'm not here and chat about your sex life, the things you get up to in bed with your husband."

  "Well, we..."

  "I'll break you in gently. What does he do for a living?"

  "He's in espionage."

  "Admirable! My father was a spy."

  "Really?"

  "Yes, he wanted me to follow in his footsteps but I had a calling to help women with sexual problems."

  "What happened?"

  "A girl at school pulled her knickers down and showed me her vagina. After that I knew where my destiny lay." In girls' knickers.

  "That's miraculous!"

  "Indeed it was. I believe her to have been sent by God to show me the light - and her vagina."

  "Are you a religious man, doctor?"

  "I'm a pagan at heart."

  "I admire that in a man."

  "It's often been said that I'm an admirable man. So, let's get back to your sexual problems. Sixty-nine?" Larry probed, his fathomless eyes locked to hers.

  "Sixty-nine what?"

  "Soixante-neuf?"

  "Who?"

  "Sixty-nine is... we'll come to that later. How do you feel about your body?"

  "How do I feel about it? What do you mean?"

  "Let's talk about your body, Tina. I want you to feel comfortable with your body."

  "I do feel comfortable."

  "Cunt!"

  "Oh, Doctor Lickman!"

  "There, you're not at all comfortable!"

  "That's a terrible word!"

  "It's the proper anatomical term for that particular part of your body, for your sex crack, your vaginal slit, your girl-crack... er..."

  "Is it? I'd always considered it obscene!"

  "That's a myth created by the upper classes to have vulgar tradesmen remain vulgar tradesmen."

  "I don't understand."

  Neither do I. "Tradesmen like using the word cunt because they believe it to be obscene, they like to shock. If they knew the truth, they'd rise above the rank of tradesmen and threaten the upper classes."

  "Oh, I see."

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p; "The word cunt originates from the word cot, meaning a small sheath. Your cunt is akin to a small sheath, is it not?"

  "Well, yes. But I thought it was a modern word."

  "Good grief, the word's as old as the hills! Older, more than likely. I wonder why people say that?"

  "Say what?"

  "As old as the hills. They could say, as old as the dales. Anyway, we mustn't bog ourselves down with phraseology. May I have a look at your knickers?"

  "My... Doctor Lickman!"

  "It was just a passing fantasy. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Let's get down to basics, Tina - let's not be shy, prudish, bashful and... piss flaps!"

  "What are they?"

  "Inner lips - wet, pink, inner cunt lips." God, I'm stiff!

  "Please, Doctor Lickman!"

  "This is a necessary ingredient of the therapy session, Tina. It will help you to relax and open up. Obviously, you're not at all at ease with your body, with your naughty bits. Had I said arm or foot you'd not have flinched an eyelid, would you?"

  "Well, no."

  "Shoulder."

  "What?"

  "That proves my point. I want you to feel relaxed with your body - at ease with your sexy bits. Repeat after me - wet fleshy cunt lips."

  "Wet fleshy... are you sure that...?"

  "Wet fleshy cunt lips, Tina!"

  "Wet fleshy cunt lips."

  "Good girl! There, now you're far more comfortable! It stands to reason, if you can't even bring yourself to talk about your cunt, then how do you expect to achieve orgasm? Right, try this one - solid clitoris pulsating in orgasm."

  "Solid clitoris pulsating in orgasm."

  "Excellent! I'll bet you're feeling good about your cunt now, relaxed, at ease. OK, try another one - stiff throbbing knob sperming in my spunk-thirsty mouth."

  "Stiff throbbing knob sperming... Doctor, is this really helping me?"

  "Yes, of course it is! We're re-educating your subconscious. Right, carry on."

  "Stiff throbbing knob sperming in my spunk-thirsty mouth."

  "Perfect! You're feeling much better now, aren't you? You're feeling loose, promiscuous, immoral, really horny... er... I mean, free of inhibitions."

  "Well, I suppose so."

  "Good. Talking about your cunt will strip you of inhibitions and allow your suppressed, deep-seated, rampant sexual cravings to surface. We'll try one more. I love having a stiff cock spunking deep inside my juiced-up, tight, cunt hole."

  "I love having a stiff cock spunking deep inside my juiced-up, tight, cunt hole."

  "Superb! When you masturbate, I want you to keep repeating - I love fingering my hot, tight, wet cunt and licking my girl-juice from my sticky fingers. Try it now."

  "I love fingering my hot, tight, wet cunt and... Doctor Lickman, is this really necessary?"

  "Psychology, Tina. I won't bewilder you with the technical details, suffice to say that it's a well tried and tested method of freeing the mind of inhibitions and allowing orgasms to come. Actually, I've written a paper about it for the BMJ. OK, try it again."

  "I love fingering my hot, tight, wet cunt and licking my girl-juice from my sticky fingers."

  "Well done! My star pupil! Female masturbation is extremely important. It's a little known fact, but it's even mentioned in the scriptures."

  "Is it? Are you sure?"

  "Oh, yes! For some reason, Moses kept it to himself when he came down from Mount Sinai with the stone tablets, but there was an eleventh commandment - women shalt masturbate habitually to juice their loins."

  "Goodness me!"

  "Going back to Catholic priests, do you know why they have mass?"

  "No, come to think of it, I don't."

  "Mass is a code word, short for masturbation. It all began centuries ago when they had midnight masturbation sessions. High masturbation was, and still is, where the lower members of the church masturbate the higher members, such as bishops and the like."

  "I didn't know that!"

  "The church hierarchy like to keep it a secret. Why do you think choirboys are dressed in frocks? Er... we won't go into that. How do you feel about your cunt now, Tina? Would you consider squatting over a mirror and pulling your vaginal lips apart and having a look inside your cunt?"

  "Well..."

  "It's the finest way to familiarise yourself with your inner cuntal flesh. Would you do that?"

  "No, no I wouldn't!"

  "Oh, dear! I can see that we're going to have to work a little harder on your sexual problems. Repeat after me - if I were able, I'd love to lick inside my cunt and lap up my girl-come."

  "I'd love to lick inside my... my cunt and lap up my... my girl-come."

  "Wonderful, Tina! When you get home, squat over a mirror and examine your fleshy folds, it'll help you to bond with your cunt. Cuntal bonding is most important - I do it whenever the opportunity arises."

  "Think of the mess."

  "Use a towel. OK, you mentioned earlier that your husband makes unreasonable sexual demands - what are they, exactly?"

  "He wants to hang my naked body upside down from chains fixed to my ankles, with my legs wide open, and use two cucumbers..." Her words tailing off as shouting and banging resounded throughout the building, Tina looked at the doctor in bewilderment.

  "What on earth's going on!" Larry gasped, leaping to his feet as the shouting grew louder and something crashed to the floor.

  "Get your fuckin' 'ands off of me, you fuckin' bitch!"

  The obscene words emanating from reception, Larry forced a smile. "There... there seems to be a slight problem!" he began hesitantly, his forehead lined as he shook his head in despair.

  "Excuse me, Doctor Lickman," an exquisite auburn-haired girl smiled as she put her head round the door.

  "What is it, Brigit? You know I'm not to be disturbed when I'm trying to get my hands up... when I'm with a client. What on earth's going on out there?"

  "There's a bit of bother in reception, doctor."

  "A bit of bother?"

  "Yes, if you could come and..."

  "Excuse me, Tina," Larry smiled at his puzzled client, moving swiftly to the door as screamed expletives reverberated around the building. "I'm sorry about this, I won't be a minute. I must exert my authority - it's a burden that comes with the position of proprietorship."

  Hurrying down the hall to reception, Larry turned to his pretty secretary. "Brigit, what the hell's happening? I was just prising some juicy details out of that little slut about her sex life when..."

  "I don't think you should call the clients sluts!"

  "They're my clients, so I'll call them what I like! Now, what the hell's going on?" he cried, entering the foyer to find his receptionist, Monica Moodie, brawling with a young blonde client. "Monica! What on earth's happening?" he bellowed, separating the fighting women. "Miss Peabody, did you smash the pot plant?" he demanded, turning to the distraught blonde. "I will not tolerate the mindless smashing of innocent pot plants! It's bad form!"

  "Doctor Lickman!" the young tart cried, adjusting her tatty microskirt. "That fuckin' bitch attacked me!"

  "Do you have lesbian tenancies?" Larry frowned, turning to Monica. "Do you normally attack members of your own sex?"

  "I didn't attack her!" Monica returned indignantly.

  "You fuckin' did!"

  "Please, ladies!" Larry interceded, brushing back his dishevelled dark hair as he gazed at Sally Peabody's firm, braless breasts ballooning her ridiculously tight T-shirt. Lowering his eyes to her laddered fishnet stockings and scuffed, six-inch, red stilettos, he frowned. My God, you're a dirty little slut. "What is this all about, Sally? What are you doing here? Your appointment is for Thursday."

  "Yeah, I know, but... I 'ave to see you now, Larry! Oh, shit! I mean, Doctor Lickman."

  "She was going to burst into your consulting room, doctor!" Monica boomed, her tousled brown bob framing her anger-flushed face. "I had to dive over the counter and stop her!"

  "I weren't gonna burst in nowhere, yo
u stupid fuckin' bitch!" Sally spat, poking her tongue out obscenely.

  "How dare you speak to me like that?"

  "I'll speak to you 'ow I like, you cuntless old hag!"

  "Well, I have never..."

  "Ladies, please!" Larry intervened despairingly.

  "Huh! She's no lady!" Monica sneered.

  "You ain't no fuckin' lady neeva!"

  "Sally, please try and curb your disgusting language! Now, what's the urgency to see me?"

  "I'm fuckin' well pregnant!"

  Jesus bloody Christ! "Er... uterinus foetus inhabitus?"

  "What?"

  "You're pregnant?"

  "Yeah, and you're the fuckin' fath..."

  "Good grief! Er... go to the waiting room, I'll be with you shortly," Larry interrupted the girl, his face reddening as he propelled the shameless slut through the door. "OK!" he grinned sheepishly, banging the door shut and turning to Monica. "Back to work, the fun's over!" Chuckling nervously, he tried to make light of the real mess. "Er... Monica, would you be good enough to clear away the smashed pot, please? Brigit, would you be so kind as to find Lily and have her deal with my client while I speak to Miss Peabody?"

  "What, now?" the girl asked morosely.

  "Preferably."

  "But..."

  "Is there a problem, Brigit?"

  "Well, I was going to have my tea break and..."

  "Clients are far more important than cups of tea, Brigit!"

  "Yes, I suppose so," the reluctant redhead sighed, wandering down the hall, her miniskirt revealing the contour of her fleshy rounded buttocks, her firm youthful thighs.

  "Doctor Lickman!" Monica began, her generous bust heaving, inflating her navy-blue cardigan. "Do you have to have that despicable female as a client? Miss Peabody is no better than a common slut who's crawled out of the filth in the gutter! Never in my life have I..."

  "Don't concern yourself, Monica!" Larry interrupted the middle-aged prude. "In my position of proprietor of this practice, I'll decide who to have as clients. I realize that Miss Peabody is somewhat lacking on the decency front, a little deficient when it comes to etiquette and eloquence, but she's my client and..."