This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author's expressed permission.
Edited by Michael
Dr. Cynthia Claiborne relaxed on a grassy knoll. She liked to ponder in the quietness of the unblemished country of upstate New York, that is except for her spacious estate house, exceptions had to be made for the privileged few. Or maybe the clever few, hehehe. Now, what to do about my favorite group of deviant women?
Kristyn was not pregnant, but she was coming along nicely as a slut, her mom's monthly reports from college informed her of that. Speaking of Sandie, she was pleasing her cousin Michael twice weekly, as was Robyn. The three sisters had worked out a schedule, each seeing him three days apart, that way they could build up their cum and sexual urges to give him their best. But now Debbie was in India, so her two sisters were filling in for her. That's because if one of the sisters could not make the date another one would take her place. This took care of Monday through Thursday, leaving Sunday as a day of rest. Every stud needs a little down time. I'm really proud of myself, given the way it has worked out.
It seems that Debbie was very interested in Pilate's, yoga and meditation. Dr. Claiborne had contacts in India, so she made sure that Debbie was also learning about the Kama Sutra and advanced sexual techniques. That way she could teach her sisters and cousins when she got back. Debbie was receiving advanced meditational and sexual instructions by several beautiful Indian trainers who taught her powerful tongue techniques to make a woman's pussy climax more, and a man's cock to explode by the intense friction of the tongue. She also learned special vagina techniques on how to contract her muscles tight, bi-latereally, right before a man cums. When Debbie returned to the states she opened up her Pilates school with her now lesbian lover, Audrey. Together they conducted classes to draw in young women eager to learn Pilate's and sexual meditation to please their men even more.
As time went by, Dr. Claiborne learned more about the sister's extended family. This spurred Cynthia on even more, making Michael a Holy cause, considering how the females of his family had treated him in his formative years and the way some still treated him. Michael was always treated as the black sheep of the family, only by fault due to him being out numbered by many females out weighing the men in the family. Michael was always a good boy and turned into a real fine gentleman, but with a lonely heart. Michael was never given the respect and love that was well deserved. Michael is well talented, an accomplished musician on guitar and a proficient Martial arts enthusiast. Michael has a wide range of taste for music such as Rock, Jazz, Blues and Country. The only problem is that women and the times would not relate to Michael's interest. This is why he would have such a hard time in holding a relationship. Here in the new 2000 Millennium what woman would be interested in a man playing guitar and enjoying martial arts? What woman would want to listen to Country Music while all of the sluts are blasting their Rap, Techno and Hip Hop? The first bitches that Dr. Claiborne wanted to 'fix' were Michael's sisters. Since they lived in Pennsylvania, she would have to go on a road trip.
Dr. Claiborne was almost to where Michael's sisters lived so she kept an eye out. She pulled up at the security gate of the "Hideaway" a large community set within the woods of Pennsylvania. Dr. Claiborne explained to the guard on duty that she was a doctor and was coming to visit Laurie xxxxxxx and Cheryl yyyyyy. "Will you please ring for one of them, I have letter of introduction from their cousins." A disembodied voice cracked over a speaker and she was told to drive in, and pull off to the side and wait. The gate rose and Dr. Claiborne drove her Dodge Durango through the gate and parked next to the guard shack.
A short time later Cynthia saw a tan Ford Expedition appear out of the woods and speed down the road to the guard shack, It truck had barely screeched to a halt when a frazzled looking woman leapt from behind the steering wheel and burst through the door of the guard shack.
Cynthia got out of her Durango and zipped her coat up. It was cold and wintry over here in Pennsylvania for November as the three feet of snow on the ground attested to. The woman had wavy dark brown hair and was wearing a blue speckle short sleeve dress. Apparently she had forgotten her coat in her haste. The foxy woman looked as much pissed-off as worried. She strode towards Cynthia puffing on a long cigarette.
"Are you the doctor? Are my cousins alright? Why did you drive here? Why didn't someone call?" Dr. Claiborne leaned against her truck waiting for Laurie to run out of steam and stop talking.
"I am Doctor Claiborne and your cousins, Debbie, Robyn and Sandie, are all in perfect health." Laurie's expression showed relief for a moment and then turned angry. "As a matter of fact, they suggested that I come down and see you and your sister. They feel that since I helped them to enjoy life more, I could help you also."
Laurie was still angry, but felt a little sheepish for getting so worked up over nothing. "Well, my shift at the club is over now anyway, why don't you follow me to my house. We can have a more private discussion there." She looked at the obviously interested guards in the shack. "Anyway, I'm freezing." Dr. Claiborne could see that, her large nipples were trying to rip through the top of her dress. Dr. Claiborne got into her Durango and followed Laurie to her house. Even though she wouldn't show it, Dr. Claiborne was glad to get back into the heated truck.
Dr. Claiborne followed Laurie to a split level brick and aluminum sided ranch. Laurie pulled into the garage and Dr. Claiborne parked in the driveway. The ladies entered the house through the garage. The house was nice and warm and Laurie started to unfasten her dress as she walked to her bedroom. "Just make yourself at home, I'll be right out. I'm just gonna slip into something more comfortable." A few moments later Laurie appeared in a pair of shorts and a skimpy pink top that left her midriff and back bare. She was puffing on one of her long cigarettes. "I know it's a dirty habit, but if people don't like it, tough! I feel so much better now that I've changed." Dr. Claiborne had taken her coat off and looked at the untidy, but clean house.
Laurie started to pour herself a glass of Sangria and asked Dr. Claiborne if she wanted one. Soon the two were toasting like old friends. "May you be happier when I have gone, cheers." After Dr. Claiborne's toast they moved into the living room to be more comfortable. "I perform hypnotherapy and your cousins have been very happy with my treatments. You can read for yourself." Dr. Claiborne handed Laurie a sealed envelope. "Your Cousin Debbie was nice enough to recommend me to you and your sister. It wasn't too far to drive down to help Debbie's cousins."
Laurie finished reading the letter from Debbie and appeared more relaxed as she folded it back up and returned to the envelope. "Debbie has a lot of good things to say about you and your treatment. I think that Cheryl will be most impressed and will want the treatment; I know that I do. Can you do it enough to help in one session?
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