your pussy?" Larry asked in
surprise, gazing at her cunny-wet toes.
"I... I don't
know. It's something I've done ever since I can remember. Do you
find it shocking?"
"No, not
shocking, Lily. But I do find it unusual."
Locking the
cubical door as he heard Monica bellowing at Brigit, Larry leaned
on the wall, gazing at the girl's inner lips protruding invitingly
between her full outer sex cushions, the sexual centre of her naked
body at eye-level. Trying to get her foot up her pussy? he
pondered, wondering what weird psychological problem lay behind her
peculiar act.
"Lily, have
you ever succeeded in getting your foot into your pussy?" he asked
her.
"Oh, yes!
Well, my toes, at least. I'm somewhat of a contortionist."
"Yes, as was
my mother."
"Oh, was
she?"
"Yes, but I
won't go into that now. What drives to do to do such a dreadful
thing?"
"I don't
know."
"Did your
mother have a difficult birth?"
"Yes,
apparently I took hours to come out."
"Ah, that
explains it!" Larry grinned triumphantly as he dreamed up a
psychological reason for her strange behaviour. "You see, you
didn't want to come out, and you're now trying to get back into the
womb, albeit your own womb. The condition is known as uterine
regression."
"Oh, I see!
What can I do about it, is there a cure? I wonder why I didn't want
to come out?"
"There might
be a cure, yes. I'll come to that in a minute. I would imagine the
reason that you didn't want to come out was because it was warm and
cosy in there. Was your mother warm during her pregnancy? When were
you born?"
"In May."
"Ah, so your
mother was pregnant throughout the winter months."
"Yes, and the
house was always very cold."
"That's it,
then! Now, the cure. Er... allow me to give you a quick internal
examination," he smiled, parting her succulent sex cushions. "Bend
your knees and open your legs for me."
Slipping three fingers deep into her vagina, he looked up at
her pretty face and smiled. "You have what we call in the
trade, constrictum
cuntum ."
"What does
that mean?"
A tight cunt . "Er... it means that
your vaginal duct is... Lily, I'm going to try to get my fist into
your vagina to check your ductus vaginus
capacitum ."
"What's
that?"
How big your cunt is . "Er... nothing
for you to concern yourself with."
Straightening
his fingers, Larry managed to push them into the girl's yielding
cunt, her swollen vaginal lips taut around his knuckles as he
gently opened her sex duct. Further, he drove his fingers into her
trembling body, managing to force half his hand into her hot cavern
to the accompaniment of her gasps. Bending her knees, lowering her
sexual centre, Lily grimaced as Larry clenched his fist, her labia
finally stretched tautly around his wrist.
"There, I've
done it!" Larry gasped excitedly, gazing at the girl's abused
vaginal lips gripping his wrist. "How does it feel?"
"God, it
feels... it feels great!"
Twisting his
fist, massaging her stretched inner flesh, he jumped as Monica
hammered on the door.
"Doctor
Lickman!" she called. "Is Lily all right? What are you doing?"
"Lily's fine!"
he replied, trying to pull his fist out of the girl's hot cunt.
"Lily, I can't get my hand out!" he whispered. "It's stuck!"
"What's
stuck?" Monica asked agitatedly.
"Nothing,
Monica. Go back to reception."
"Can't you
pull it out?" Lily asked, gazing down at her stretched labia.
"No, I can't!
I'm being sucked in. There's a vacuum."
"What shall we
do?"
"Monica!"
Larry called. "Go and get the enema syringe and a length of rubber
pipe!"
"What
for?"
"Er... there's
a problem with the plumbing!"
"Are you a
plumber?"
"No, no! Just
go and get me the..."
"Mr Ingram
Ravenhugh is on the phone. He wants to see you."
Fuck! "Er...
I'll be out in a minute. I'm giving Lily some therapy. Make an
appointment for him, Monica."
Taking his pen
from his jacket pocket, Larry unscrewed the top and pulled the
refill out. "I hope this works," he breathed, slipping the hollow
pen alongside his wrist into
surprise, gazing at her cunny-wet toes.
"I... I don't
know. It's something I've done ever since I can remember. Do you
find it shocking?"
"No, not
shocking, Lily. But I do find it unusual."
Locking the
cubical door as he heard Monica bellowing at Brigit, Larry leaned
on the wall, gazing at the girl's inner lips protruding invitingly
between her full outer sex cushions, the sexual centre of her naked
body at eye-level. Trying to get her foot up her pussy? he
pondered, wondering what weird psychological problem lay behind her
peculiar act.
"Lily, have
you ever succeeded in getting your foot into your pussy?" he asked
her.
"Oh, yes!
Well, my toes, at least. I'm somewhat of a contortionist."
"Yes, as was
my mother."
"Oh, was
she?"
"Yes, but I
won't go into that now. What drives to do to do such a dreadful
thing?"
"I don't
know."
"Did your
mother have a difficult birth?"
"Yes,
apparently I took hours to come out."
"Ah, that
explains it!" Larry grinned triumphantly as he dreamed up a
psychological reason for her strange behaviour. "You see, you
didn't want to come out, and you're now trying to get back into the
womb, albeit your own womb. The condition is known as uterine
regression."
"Oh, I see!
What can I do about it, is there a cure? I wonder why I didn't want
to come out?"
"There might
be a cure, yes. I'll come to that in a minute. I would imagine the
reason that you didn't want to come out was because it was warm and
cosy in there. Was your mother warm during her pregnancy? When were
you born?"
"In May."
"Ah, so your
mother was pregnant throughout the winter months."
"Yes, and the
house was always very cold."
"That's it,
then! Now, the cure. Er... allow me to give you a quick internal
examination," he smiled, parting her succulent sex cushions. "Bend
your knees and open your legs for me."
Slipping three fingers deep into her vagina, he looked up at
her pretty face and smiled. "You have what we call in the
trade, constrictum
cuntum ."
"What does
that mean?"
A tight cunt . "Er... it means that
your vaginal duct is... Lily, I'm going to try to get my fist into
your vagina to check your ductus vaginus
capacitum ."
"What's
that?"
How big your cunt is . "Er... nothing
for you to concern yourself with."
Straightening
his fingers, Larry managed to push them into the girl's yielding
cunt, her swollen vaginal lips taut around his knuckles as he
gently opened her sex duct. Further, he drove his fingers into her
trembling body, managing to force half his hand into her hot cavern
to the accompaniment of her gasps. Bending her knees, lowering her
sexual centre, Lily grimaced as Larry clenched his fist, her labia
finally stretched tautly around his wrist.
"There, I've
done it!" Larry gasped excitedly, gazing at the girl's abused
vaginal lips gripping his wrist. "How does it feel?"
"God, it
feels... it feels great!"
Twisting his
fist, massaging her stretched inner flesh, he jumped as Monica
hammered on the door.
"Doctor
Lickman!" she called. "Is Lily all right? What are you doing?"
"Lily's fine!"
he replied, trying to pull his fist out of the girl's hot cunt.
"Lily, I can't get my hand out!" he whispered. "It's stuck!"
"What's
stuck?" Monica asked agitatedly.
"Nothing,
Monica. Go back to reception."
"Can't you
pull it out?" Lily asked, gazing down at her stretched labia.
"No, I can't!
I'm being sucked in. There's a vacuum."
"What shall we
do?"
"Monica!"
Larry called. "Go and get the enema syringe and a length of rubber
pipe!"
"What
for?"
"Er... there's
a problem with the plumbing!"
"Are you a
plumber?"
"No, no! Just
go and get me the..."
"Mr Ingram
Ravenhugh is on the phone. He wants to see you."
Fuck! "Er...
I'll be out in a minute. I'm giving Lily some therapy. Make an
appointment for him, Monica."
Taking his pen
from his jacket pocket, Larry unscrewed the top and pulled the
refill out. "I hope this works," he breathed, slipping the hollow
pen alongside his wrist into
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