Debbie L. Carbonaro sighed, it was almost quitting time on a Friday afternoon. She would do the same thing she did every weeknight. I'm in such a rut. She'd drive home from work, cook dinner, engage in lame conversation with her husband Jim over dinner, clean the kitchen, and putter around the house until Jim said he was going to bed. Then as his dutiful wife she would go to the bedroom to strip and get under the sheets to wait for her husband. He would do what he did every night. Climb into bed and start fucking her in the missionary position. He wouldn't last long either. He would shoot his sperm into her pussy and then roll off of her and go to sleep.
Debbie's husband was a devout Jehovah's Witness and would not entertain any change to their sex life. Debbie knew that oral sex was out of the question, but there were other things that could be done to add variety, spice to their sex life. Then finally, she could have an orgasm. Debbie was disillusioned with the Jehovah's Witness life style. She definitely needed something to change in her life. Debbie did not get any satisfaction from either her job or her home life. She went and showered off all signs of another night with Jim. Debbie got on her nightie and went to bed. She soon fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning was just like any other Saturday, Jim left early to get some golf in at the country club, in the afternoon he would go door to door spreading the faith. Debbie just sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. She was turning the pages listlessly, seeing the same old advertisements, when something caught her eye. The ad practically jumped off the page, 'IS YOUR LIFE A MESS? IS STRESS MAKING YOU TIRED AND GRUMPY? Find happiness through Hypnotherapy. Call Dr. Claiborne today and find peace.' There was a phone number and address. This may be my answer. I'll call right now. Debbie called the number and managed to slip into a canceled appointment for that afternoon. I am nervous, but excited. Could this be the answer to all my problems?
Debbie looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a sensible, but attractive pants suit. It complimented her fit, sexy body. She was 42 years old, but looked 30. Her shoulder length dark brown hair and green eyes, that suited her so well, were a family trait. Debbie appeared demure, but wanted to be wild. She just didn't know if she could. She got in her car to drive to her appointment. As soon as she was out of sight of the house, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She rolled down all of the power windows to let the smoke out, because Jehovah's Witnesses were not permitted to smoke tobacco.
Debbie pulled into a parking space right on Hylan Boulevard in Annadale, Staten Island near the address in the paper. She didn't see a sign advertising the place, so she got out of the car and walked looking for Dr. Claiborne's office. At the address, she found a small sign pointing up a set of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a door with a sign, "Dr. Cynthia Claiborne -- Hypnotherapies", then a smaller sign, "Please enter". Debbie entered a normal looking waiting room, pleased, expecting to find a dark, closet-like chamber.
The inner door opened and a woman wearing a lab coat entered the waiting room. She looked very professional and very lovely too. "Hello, I'm Dr. Claiborne. You must be Debbie, please come in." Debbie walked in ahead of the doctor and sat in one of the three plush chairs in the office. Dr. Claiborne took a seat opposite her. She was wearing a pretty blouse under her lab coat. Debbie couldn't see her skirt, but she could see the dark hose that covered her slim legs. She had a pretty, trustful face framed by her dark tresses.
"Tell me why you came here, Debbie." Dr. Claiborne said in a tender tone.
Debbie shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Doctor, I don't know exactly, but I am not happy. I find myself bored with everything. I used to enjoy the challenge of work, but now I feel it's just drudgery. This is confidential, right. I mean you're not a Jehovah's Witness are you?"
Dr. Claiborne just smiled and said, "No and yes, I'm not a Jehovah's Witness and everything we do here is confidential. What about your home life? Do you have an active sex life?" Debbie blushed as Dr. Claiborne asked her about her sex life. Suddenly she broke down and sobbing, told the doctor everything. Dr. Claiborne moved closer and let Debbie cry on her shoulder. This went on for quite some time; Dr. Claiborne kept passing her tissues.
Debbie finally stopped crying and Dr. Claiborne returned to her seat. "I think you would be a good subject for hypnotherapy. I can help you to be happy, content with your life." Dr. Claiborne looked at her watch. "We have time for a session now. Do you want to start?"
Debbie brightened as the doctor said she could help her. "Oh yes, please. I can't bear to go on another day." It would be wonderful if she could help me.
"Lean back in your chair and relax Debbie." Once Debbie was comfortable, Dr. Claiborne held a small circular disk (about the size of a half dollar coin) in front of her and pushed a button on the back. A sequential sequence of lights began blinking on and off in front off Debbie. Dr. Claiborne began talking in a low, steady voice, "We used to use a spinning coin or a candle to put the subject to sleep. Now we use this special light source. The subjects go to sleep and into a hypnotic trance much quicker." Debbie was already in her trance with her eyes closed. "Much, much quicker" Dr. Claiborne whispered as she turned the disk off and put it in her coat pocket.
"Very good Debbie, tell me what you really want, why you have come to me. Tell me what is missing in your life." Dr. Claiborne crossed her long legs and the lab coat rode up showing more of her beautiful, hose covered legs.
Debbie answered, not moving or opening her eyes, "I want my life to be more exciting. I want to have an orgasm, many orgasms. I want to be free of the restrictions placed upon me by being married to a devout Jehovah's Witness." Debbie's voice was frank and to the point.
Dr. Claiborne thought for a moment and then smiled. "I can make that happen for you Debbie. All you have to do is to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Now, rise and take off all your clothes. It's rather hot in here, don't you think so?" Cynthia watched as Debbie rose and started undressing. The coat went first, then the simple cotton blouse. Debbie then reached behind her to unsnap the push-up black satin bra that she wore. Her bare shoulders shone seductively in the light, beads of sweat beginning to form on her skin.
As Debbie continues undressing Cynthia stands up and takes off her lab coat and blouse. She is wearing only a black corset, garter belt and silk stockings, no panties. Debbie didn't notice this; she just unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were magnificent, with little sagging evident. Her nipples areoles were large, a seductive light brown and her nipples were fully erect. Her skin was smooth and unblemished.
"You're doing well Debbie, please continue." Debbie removed her skirt next exposing high-cut black lace panties and nude pull up hose. "You may leave the stockings and the heels on Debbie." Debbie pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, showing just a hint of brown trimmed pubic hair. Cynthia was happy to see that she trimmed her pussy hair. It made it better for her to gaze at Debbie's sex.
"Sit down Debbie and spread your legs wide so that I may look upon your charms to make sure that your problem does not lie there. That's it; now hook your legs over the arms of the chair." Cynthia gave Debbie instructions until, she was sitting, her pussy open and exposed, just like Cynthia wanted. Cynthia sat down and moved her right hand to her own womanly folds. Her hand lazily stroking her stimulated folds.
"Now, we need to take care of your needs. I want you to play with yourself until you get close to climaxing, and then tell me so I can observe. While you are playing tell me about your immediate family, especially any young men in your family." Debbie took her right breast in her right hand and used her left hand to stimulate her pussy. Cynthia saw this and smiled, she knew that Debbie knew where to touch herself.
"I have two sisters, Robyn and Sandie. They are married and each have two boys under 15. Sandie also has an 18 year old daughter named Kristyn." Cynthia took note of the ladies mentioned. " I also have a cousin named Michael. He is 26 years old and not married. My husband..."
Cynthia interrupted, "I do not need to hear any more about husbands. How are you doing? Do you feel the pleasure from touching your own body sexually?" Debbie just nodded, her left hand a blur in her lap and her right hand pinching & twisting her hard nipples. Cynthia's hand was also moving fast stroking her own wet cunt. This is so incredible, if only I can get all three sisters and the daughter.
Debbie shouted, "I think I'm gonna cum. Its close I can feel it." Debbie pulled hard on her nipples and then moved to right hand to her swollen and distended clitoris. Her left hand was finger-fucking her sopping pussy. Cynthia was watching Debbie's masturbation closely, turned on by Debbie's relentless quest for self-pleasure. Debbie was moaning loudly now and Cynthia knew that she was close, oh so close.
Debbie came in a screaming climax! She was long over due for an orgasm and it showed in the tremors that engulfed her body and the amount of her love-juice that flooded from her cunt. Her legs were still spread over the arms of the chair, which was good considering the size of the pool of her sweet nectar that pooled in the seat of her chair. Cynthia saw that pool of Debbie's cum and gasped.
Cynthia slipped out of her plush leather chair and crawled across the floor. Debbie just sat there with her pussy opened and exposed. Cynthia could see right inside her vagina to her womb. Cynthia continued to finger herself as she crawled across the floor. When she reached Debbie's chair she got on her knees and began lapping her sweet nectar up, tasting and swallowing Debbie's love juice.
Half way through drinking Debbie's cream, Cynthia experienced her own climax. Her body spasmed out of control as she experienced multiple orgasms. She came to her senses after a few minutes and finished lapping up what was left of Debbie's organic gift. She moved her face close to Debbie's and ordered her to lick her own juices from Cynthia's face. Debbie did just that while Cynthia moaned.
Cynthia returned to her seat and told Debbie to sit back in her chair. Debbie follows Cynthia's instructions. She is still firmly under my control, good. "You will masturbate whenever you feel stressed out. Close the door to your office or go into the bathroom. Do not feel as if you have to control your moans or screams. You need to let it all out, it's important to your well-being. You are a very beautiful woman, act that way."
Cynthia continued, "You in return must do me a favor. You must convince your sisters and your niece to come to me for help. This is important to your continued happiness. You must return in two weeks for another session. I know you have always been attracted to your cousin Michael. The next time you hear his voice; you will go to him and be his sex slave. You will turn into his slut and please him without a thought to consequences. If either of your sisters or niece is there you will share Michael with them. Get dressed now. You will forget all the events that happened since you were hypnotized and wake up rested and refreshed. Do you understand all of my instructions to you?"
"Yes doctor, I understand." Debbie said as she got dressed. While Debbie got dressed, Dr. Claiborne put her lab coat back on. Soon Debbie was fully dressed, sitting in the chair with a smile on her face. Dr. Claiborne smiled to herself; the session had gone better than expected. Dr. Claiborne felt that her underlying plans were going well. All women are meant to be sluts and if I can help more to their destiny, I will be happy.
"I'm going to count down from five and then you will wake-up. Five... four... three... two... one... wake-up Debbie." Debbie clinked and stretched. Dr. Claiborne was impressed; Debbie was very sexy even with her clothes on.
"I feel great doctor, thank you. I will definitely recommend your treatment. My life makes a lot more sense now." Dr. Claiborne led Debbie out of her office, wishing her well and watching her sexy strut down the stairs. It's begun; my service to womankind.
Dr. Claiborne sat in her examination room and mused. She knew herself to be a beautiful woman with high full breasts, long legs and a voluptuous body. Cynthia shook her shoulder length mane of blonde hair in a moment of remorse. She could have had any man she wanted, pleasing him as she knew would have been her role. However, she was called to a higher purpose. Something that she knew was more important than her being a sex toy for her man.
Dr. Claiborne had realized early in her adult life the truth that all women were supposed to be whores for their men, for men in general. Keeping men sexually satisfied was a woman's true calling. To help women to realize this fact, she became a hypnotherapist. She would only take women as clients. Then would then proclaim the truth to them and teach them how they really should act. Cynthia knew that she could not change the entire world, but it was her duty to try.
Her latest patient, Debbie, was a different situation. Cynthia could not direct her passion, her servitude towards her husband. He was a devout Jehovah's Witness and he would not accept, but would spurn her new-found sexuality and willingness to please. Instead, Cynthia had found a cousin of hers that would do nicely. She thought that he would be surprised when he received his gift, his gift of a cousin turned sex slave.
It was a pity that Debbie didn't have any daughters, Cynthia also taught mothers how their daughters should be brought up. What values the young girls should have. Cynthia went over those truths in her mind. Satan was truly inside of this woman. They should be taught not to wait for the right man, a good boy. They should be taught to flock to the bad boys, the tough lads. And if they want the girls to give them sexual favors, the girls should. How else are they going to learn the proper way to give blow-jobs? They should also learn to love their Mothers. Not just emotionally, but physically as well. That way they can be taught the proper ways to please. For that is their purpose in life, so they should embrace it as soon as they can.
A ringing phone interrupted Cynthia's thoughts. She answered the phone, "Dr. Claiborne speaking, may I help you?" She quickly looked in her appointment book. "Yes, next Thursday would be fine, I'll see you at 10:00 sharp. Thank you very much, please give my thanks to Debbie. Bye." Already my plan brings fruit. I am going to be able to help all of them.
Michael awoke slowly and stretched, his arms and legs reaching their limits, before they reached the limits of the king size bed. He kicked off his sheet and swung his feet to the floor. His morning piss hard-on followed his movements, stopping and slapping against his thigh. The slap rang loudly throughout the empty apartment. Michael grimaced as he walked to the bathroom. He loved waking up with a hard dick, but he did not relish the full bladder he had to relieve.
Michael looked down at his large, fat cock and willed it to shrink enough to urinate. His mind went though the times tables, trying to overcome his memories of the porn DVD he had watched late last night. Michael was a 26 year old man who was connoisseur of porn, magazines, internet, videos, it didn't matter what media it was as long as it was explicit and graphic. He was really into incest, but had never done it himself. Not that he was adverse to incest; he had never had the opportunity.
Feeling his 10 inch long dick start to wilt, Michael sighed, finally able to drain his insistent bladder. He felt much better after that. Today was Saturday, so Michael didn't have to be anywhere. He decided to have a relaxing, yet stimulating morning. After that he would go see if his favorite waitress who was working at the Dakota Diner and have brunch.
Michael booted up his laptop. On the screen were images of his female cousins. He kept those up while he opened some cousin-cousin incest stories on Literotica. After stimulating his mind, and loins, with lurid incest stories while fantasizing about his cousins, he hopped in the shower for some release. Those shower massagers were wonderful things. Michael cleaned up and drove towards the Dakota. His favorite waitress was working, so he got to flirt with her.
He got a date arranged with the girl for that evening. This was their second date and he hoped to get laid. He was hoping she wouldn't be put off by his thick dick, 4 inches around, curving upward, with a big swollen mushroom head ready to pop. Most girls could handle the length or the width, but not both at the same time. With her it would certainly be at its longest and thickest. Michael's biggest problem is that he cannot find many girls who are interested or attracted to him, but yet, they did not know the size of his member, neither did the women in his family for that matter. He hasn't told this young waitress, but she looked like his younger cousin Kristyn Mari Pietramonico, close enough to get Michael very, very excited.
It was almost 10:00. Dr. Claiborne licked her full lips in anticipation. Robyn Chiracolla, one of Debbie's sister's, was due to arrive shortly. Soon after that she would be naked and playing with her hot little cunt, Dr. Claiborne was sure of that. Isn't life good? I get to help womankind and get off at the same time.
Robyn arrived promptly on time. Dr. Claiborne met her in the waiting room a few minutes after she sat down. No sense scaring the poor girl her first time. "Hi, I'm Dr. Claiborne; I believe that Debbie referred you," Cynthia said as she shook her hand and led this 36 year old 4'2 beauty to the plush examination room. She indicated an overstuffed chair for Robyn and sat opposite her. "Please tell me what I can do for you." Cynthia asked the beautiful women with raven tresses.
Robyn shifted uneasily in her chair. "Well, you know that my sister sent me. She told me that her life made sense now and that she was very happy." Robyn's voice was very soft-spoken, matching her friendly open face. She paused a moment gathering her thoughts. "I want to find the same happiness that you gave to her." Dr. Claiborne smiled to herself; it was going much easier that she had thought it would. "What do I need to do different in my life?"
Cynthia took a long piercing look at the woman in front of her. She could see the family resemblance, but Robyn was smaller than Debbie. They both have beautiful bodies, which Cynthia likes, but is unnecessary for her plan. Cynthia already knew a lot about Robyn from her sister Debbie, but she asked her about her life anyway. Once Robyn had bared her soul to the doctor, she was put into a deep hypnotic trance.
The rest went the same way as had Debbie's session. Robyn was soon naked and studiously masturbating. Her 36 year old tits quivered as she rhythmically diddled her moist pussy. She was trying too hard to get-off, Cynthia realized. Cynthia attributed this to the fact that Robyn's sex life was practically non-existent. Her husband didn't want any more children and he didn't believe in recreational sex. She needed to relax more. It took some gentle instruction and a helpful hand, before Robyn achieved orgasm. Cynthia had Robyn bring herself to orgasm once more, just to make sure that Robyn could easily bring herself to a climax without any help. Her final climax resulted in a gushing stream of juice which shot out of her pussy, four feet in the air and six feet across the room, landing on top of cynthia's head.
Robyn was instructed to cum at least once a day as part of her therapy. She was also told to expand her wardrobe with some racier clothing, and that she had always had secret yearnings for her younger cousin Michael. Robyn was given the same direction involving him as Debbie was. With a mischievous grin, Cynthia gave her further orders. Whenever she was going to be alone with any of her sisters for an extending period of time they would please each other with their mouths until they had climaxed. After all, we girls have to help each other.
Dr. Claiborne had Robyn get dressed and woke her up in a great, relaxed mood and the suggestion to urge her sister Sandie to visit. Robyn left feeling on top of the world and Dr. Claiborne waited for the next fly to become trapped in her web.
It had been two weeks since Debbie had been 'trained' by Dr. Claiborne. The doctor was interested to see what the results were from Debbie's new lifestyle. Debbie flounced up the stairs and into the waiting room like a school girl. The light sundress that she wore hung to her curves and allowed a peek of her ample cleavage. She greeted Dr. Claiborne with a smile and a quick hug. It was apparent to Dr. Claiborne that Debbie's life had turned around and she was happier.
Once Debbie was under the hypnotic trance, Cynthia asked her if she had any concerns. Cynthia was tickled to see Debbie's hand automatically slip under her dress and begin playing with her hidden folds. "I have been much happier and feel freer now. The only thing is how my coworkers sometimes look at me. They're friendly enough, the men especially, but I feel awkward at times." Cynthia figured, correctly, that was because of the unrestricted vocal by-products of Debbie's stress reduction self pleasuring activities at work.
Cynthia answered Debbie's concerns as she heard Debbie start moaning as her stroking fingers brought her closer to orgasm. "You should just answer their looks with a smile. They are obviously happy for you and are amazed the way you have turned your life around. Speaking of which, I have further instructions for you. Whenever you are alone with one of your sisters for an extended period of time, you should show them your love with your mouth on their pussy. This should bring you closer together, like sisters should be. Debbie's dazzled mind could see the logic in this, so she nodded her head in agreement. Her body suddenly froze in place as her pussy clenched and unclenched in the throes of orgasm.
Cynthia waited until Debbie stopped cumming. She then had Debbie straighten herself up and brought her out of the trance. "Thats all for today Debbie, I'll see you again in two weeks." Cynthia then walked Debbie out of the office and looked at her watch. She had just enough time to prepare for her next appointment, a mother and daughter coming to Staten Island all the way from Jackson, New Jersey.
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Dr. Claiborne watched the mother and daughter as they sat in the waiting room, such a sensual pair. Soon they would be under her control. Dr. Claiborne marveled at her planning and the luck that she had. Putting the two ladies into a hypnotic trance at the same time was more difficult, but she knew that she could do it. Dr. Claiborne greeted the mother and daughter graciously, motioning for them to follow her into the examination room. Sandie J. Pietramonico watched Dr. Claiborne's shapely legs as she walked in front of them. She was attracted to the sight unconsciously, her womanly folds dampening.
Sandie and her daughter, Kristyn sat next to each other in the examination room. It was clear to see the resemblance between them, even though Sandie has black hair and Kristyn is a blonde. Sandie now 40 years old, is a bit chunky and it looks like her 18 year old daughter is going to grow to be like her mom. That's good news for Kristyn in the jugs department, but she will have the same big slamming butt as her mom. "What specifically can I do for you both?
Sandie answered, "Well, I'm alright, but my daughter tends to be shy." Kristyn shot her mother a scalding look, yet remained silent. "Also, she complains about hearing voices. I don't want my daughter to have any problems in life, especially since she will be going off to college in the autumn." Sandie explained how Kristyn is Bi Polar and is currently taking Zoloft.
"Hmmm. Well, I can help Kristyn with her voices, but I must put you both under together. Her trouble may be directly related to you. That would mean that both of you would require treatment, together. Are you ready to take this step to help Kristyn?"
"Mom, please... the voices are driving me mad! I just want to be a normal college freshman. You do so many things for my brothers, won't you please do this for me?" Sandie smiled and nodded her ascent. Kristyn was so overjoyed that she jumped out of her chair and leapt into her mother's lap, almost tipping them over in the process.
"OK, now since everything is settled, let's get back to our places and get started." Kristyn moved back to her chair and both of them looked attentive. Dr. Claiborne waited for their pulses to slow down and then made her magic, soon the two were asleep. "At first I'm going to talk to just talk to Sandie. Kristyn you will not hear anything said until I tell you to start listening, so let your head hang down and relax." Kristyn let her head droop down and was soon asleep.
Cynthia was ready to start programming Sandie now. "You love your daughter don't you Sandie?" Sandie nodded. "Good girl, you have to start showing how much you love her. She wants you to show her that you love her as a sexy woman, she wants you to make love to her. Do you think you can do that Sandie?" Sandie nodded again. "Good. I have a few more instructions to give you. Your sisters also love you and will show you. It's only fair that you should reciprocate. Also, you have a cousin named Michael. The sound of his voice will make you want to please him. To do whatever he says. Do you understand?" Sandie nodded again. Cynthia repeated the same instructions about not listening to Kristyn, who was soon asleep.
"Kristyn, start listening now." She repeated basically the same instructions to Kristyn that she had given to her mom. She also gave her instructions to not be shy anymore, especially around so-called 'bad boys'. Cynthia told Kristyn to start hanging around with 'bad boys' and to give them hand-jobs or blow-jobs upon request. As a last minute instruction, Cynthia told Kristyn that she would not hear anymore voices if she kept following the instructions she had been given.
"Sandie, start listening now. You both love each other very much, I know that. I want you two to show each other how much you love the other." Both women rose and began kissing. Their hands roamed over the other's body and they were soon almost naked. Sandie and her daughter dropped to their knees, then moved into a 69 position on the rug. Cynthia threw her legs over the arms of her chair and rubbed her clit to get her juices flowing. Cynthia then thrust two fingers into her cunt moving them in and out, fucking herself while she watched the two women roll around on the carpet. "You both love the feeling of having sex with each other, sex with men is OK, but you will always have multiple orgasms during mother-daughter sex."
The idea turned Cynthia on so much and the sight of the mother/daughter wrestling on the floor in the throes of passion carried her closer to release. She had two fingers thrusting in and out of her hot, sopping vagina while the thumb of her other hand rubbed her magic button hard and fast. Cynthia was close, very close to the start of a powerful orgasm. The mother and daughter were already experiencing their multiple orgasms. Their twitching bodies sent Cynthia over the edge. She could not hold in the scream of passion as her body fell victim to the tidal wave of pleasure that drove all reason from her mind.
When Cynthia regained her senses, a slow, gentle process, she saw Sandie and Krysten holding each other close in post-orgasmic bliss. Cynthia stretched, very satisfied with her best orgasm in weeks. I must have them back! She adjusted her clothing and directed her attention to the women holding each other. "Sandie, Kristyn, please clean up and make yourselves presentable. Our session is almost over. You performed admirably. You will both remember to follow my instructions, but you will not remember anything else that happened in this office. When you awaken, you will feel content, that your problems are all behind you and you both will recommend my services highly. Please come back and see me in one month." The mother and daughter had cleaned up and were sitting back in their seats. "You will awaken when you hear me count to three, one... two... three."
Sandie and Kristyn awakened to find themselves very refreshed and to find Dr. Claiborne smiling at them from across the room. "Wow. Are we all done? My head is very clear and I don't hear any voices." Kristyn said. "Mom, she is so great I'm gonna tell all my girlfriends." Dr. Claiborne led the two women to the exit, exchanged goodbyes, and reminded them of their follow up appointment in one month. The mother and daughter were holding hands as they walked to the car. Cynthia noticed this and smiled. The pieces are all in place now, time to wait and see what happens. Within the following months, Kristyn, who was once a shy, quiet and withdrawn girl, was now in the boys locker room and staircases of her Jackson, New Jersey High School giving blow jobs as the boys all lined up one by one waiting for their turn, sometimes all circling around to give her a cumbath.
The day started like any other day in August of 2000, well any other Sunday that is. It was a day for families, feasting and fraternity. This day should prove eventful because this is the first time that all of the cousins were together since Dr. Claiborne entered their lives.
The event was held at the house of the parents of Debbie, Robyn and Sandie, Bob and Diane. They live in a two story colonial house, with a big yard out in Tottenville, Staten Island. The party was in full swing by the time Michael had arrived. It was a hot humid August Sunday. The ladies were all helping in the kitchen. The men were all around the barbeque pit listening to Debbie's husband, Jim, who was regaling everyone with the latest 'Kingdom' news. Mike walked up and said "Hi" to his male relatives, who were all drinking lemonade. Michael had his own lemonade in a small cooler he had brought. You see, Michael and his parents, Dolores and Gary, are Catholic. His parents didn't drink out of courtesy to their Jehovah's Witness relatives. Michael had brought his own lemonade, six bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade.
Jim was still exhorting the logic of the Jehovah's Witness faith. His short sleeve dress shirt was plastered to his body. He was huffing and puffing, but there was no sign of his stopping. Michael turned his head in frustration. I've heard enough too many times to count; you never hear me or my dad trying to convert them to Catholicism. Michael saw some figures moving out of the corner of his eye. It was Debbie, Robyn and Sandie. They had an old ice cream maker. Sandie went first, her barely restrained rack flopping as she cranked the handle. Michael decided to get closer to get a better view and get away from Jim's ceaseless rhetoric.
As he walked through the crowded lawn, Michael grabbed a lemonade. He slowly poured the liquid out on the grass as he walked among his relatives. Aunt Mona and Uncle Norman were gathered around a gas grill with their sons Arron and Alex. Their boys had just become Rabbis. Michael figured that they had a separate grill so that they could keep their foods Kosher. He waved his congratulations and moved onward. Michael kept catching glimpses of his cousins cranking on the ice cream. They were taking turns and were sweating a lot as they worked. Kristyn had joined them and taken her turn at the crank. Her shirt was plastered to her and Michael could see that she was graced with her mother's ample chest. Michael had always been attracted to his cousins, but watching their beautiful bodies stirred an unquenchable desire within him. The same kind of desire he had for Desiree, a girl he was previously dating from college. That desire was also not realized, the relationship with Desiree was now over. I'm so lonely, what the hell am I going to do.
Michael continued on toward the other side of the house; he did not want to be tempted by what he could never have. Michael sat down on the steps to the front door of Aunt Diane's house, out of sight of his cousins. He took a bottle of Hard Lemonade out of his cooler and poured it into his glass. He was drinking from it as he said "Hi" to his aunts, uncles and other cousins as they passed where he was sitting. There's Uncle Bob, his brother Walter, with his daughters Allison, Andrea and Valleri. Does he hate his kids or is he just unimaginative?
Michael had also seen his Aunt Stephanie and as a matter of fact she came looking for him a few minutes later. Michael was sitting on the front steps looking forlorn. Aunt Stephanie was upbeat and perky as usual. "Hey nephew, what's with the long face? This is a barbeque, you're supposed to have fun, or at least talk to people. So, tell your favorite aunt what's wrong."
Chugging the rest of his Hard Lemonade, Michael turned to his aunt, "I'm just not in the mood, I guess. I just broke up with my girlfriend, Desiree. So, I'm a little depressed too. I mean I spent a lot of time on Desiree and now she's gone. I just can't seem to win in the relationship game."
"Michael, why don't you get out of the sun? There's a ceiling fan in the living room and I think it'll be cooler." She walked up to him and gave him a quick hug. Aunt Stephanie smelled the liquor on his breath and said, "If you're depressed that won't help." She ushered him into the living room, where Michael sat down with a thump. "Just relax in here, nephew, and I'll see if I can't send someone in to raise your spirits."
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Michael sat in the easy chair thinking and drinking, he had filled up his glass with another Hard Lemonade. I'm so horny; I think I'll just get drunk, got to do somethin'. It's not like I'll find anyone here to fuck. Michael was mumbling to himself about life being so unfair, when he felt a pair of soft hands on the back of his neck. The hands moved to his shoulders, massaging the kinks and stress out of them. He tried to turn his head to see who it was, but those soft, massaging fingers stopped him and Michael heard, "Shhh, don't move, just enjoy", whispered a familiar voice in his ear. He had heard the voice before, but it wasn't Desiree. Maybe Aunt Stephanie came back. Michael hoped it wasn't her because his large cock was growing, tenting his pants and she would probably stop and say something. Michael needn't have worried though, because it was readily apparent that his dick was hard, but the hands continued massaging his neck and shoulders.
His eyes were closed, when an aroused Michael felt a hand brush over his bulge in his pants. Michael's eyes snapped open to see his cousin Debbie motioning him to follow her as she went to the stairs. Debbie was halfway up the staircase by the time Michael reached the bottom. He watched her butt, clad in a red & black patterned short skirt, wiggle its way up the stairs. At the top, Debbie gave him that 'Come hither' gesture and walked out of site towards her old bedroom. I knew that Debbie and Jim were having problems, and I've always dreamed of doing her, but this is too crazy. As Michael reached the top of the stairs, he saw a flash of the red tank top Debbie was wearing in the first open door to the right. Michael entered Debbie's room and saw her sitting on the bed.
Debbie had a mischievous look in her eyes. Seeing the question in Michael's eyes as he stood in the center of the small bedroom, she explained. "We heard you talking with Aunt Stephanie and decided to come cheer you up. You are our cousin and we care about you."
Michael looked even more confused. "What do you mean we?"
"Us." said Robyn, Sandie, and Kristyn in unison as they walked into the room. Robyn was wearing a tight black tank top over shorts, Sandie a nice short sleeve blouse with matching summer slacks and Kristyn a pink Capri top, with a scooped neckline that showed her pierced belly button off. This skimpy top was over very short jean shorts that showed off Kristyn's cute ass and long tanned legs well. Kristyn shut the bedroom door behind her.
Michael felt like he was in a dream. The four cousins he had dreamed about, had masturbated to, were gathered around him in the small bedroom. "I get to go first." said Debbie as she began to peel her clothes off. Michael was stunned as he saw Debbie's breasts appear when she took off her Red tank top. Next to go was the lacy, red bra that clasped in the front. Michael could see that her tits were still big and firm, just like he had imagined them. Debbie next put her foot on the edge of the bed and pulled down her panties, also lacy red. "Now that feels better, it's too hot to wear many clothes."
Michael was still a little stunned when Debbie crawled up to him and unzipped his pants. She dug his hardening cock out of his boxers and let it flop in front of him. "I think he needs a bath," giggled Debbie and her tongue began bathing Michael's hardening cock with her warm saliva. "Look Mike, it's growing." And indeed Michael's cock was expanding, stiffening up to its ten inch length and four inch circumference. When it was fully erect, Debbie took as much of it as she could into her mouth. Her head bobbed as she sucked and she would take breaks to swirl her hot tongue over his slit and under his turgid shaft. She even paused to tea-bag his hefty balls, driving him made with lust. Michael noticed his others cousins watching with a gleam in their pretty eyes.
Debbie was no expert, but she was giving Michael one hell of a blow-job. He was moaning all the while her mouth made love to his swollen cock. Michael's dick was swelling even more and he knew that his sperm would soon be racing up into Debbie's mouth, but he was too out of breath to give her a warning.
Michael groaned his involuntary roar echoing in the small bedroom as his hot, white spooge filled her mouth. Debbie knew she had to swallow, and she tried to stay ahead of the massive surge of cum, but Michael's load was too much for his poor, inexperienced cousin and his spooge leaked from her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto her big boobs. Michael's rush of cum finally slacked off to a dribble and Debbie sucked until he grew soft like she needed his love juice to survive. Michael's cock slipped from her mouth, and then she belched and giggled, the three other women giggling along with her.
Wanting to reward Debbie for her successful sucking and swallowing, Michael picked her nearly naked body up and laid her on the bed. He then dropped to his knees and flipped her skirt up, exposing her juicy cunt. Michael caught Debbie's eye and said, "Paybacks are a bitch" He them lowered his face to her lap and started to lick her inner thighs,
Michael felt Debbie's body relax as she surrendered to him. Her thighs spread apart as he bathed them with his hot tongue. Michael then kissed his way to her oozing slit, intent on feasting on Debbie's delectable secretions. His lips merely brushed against her puffy outer folds before they embraced her still hidden clit. A moment of intense sucking freed an impassioned moan from her lips. Michael then moved back down to Debbie's quivering cunt.
The other cousins watched in growing envy. They hoped that Michael would last long enough to service them. Their 'training' assured them that he would, but it was hard to watch Debbie have all the fun. Sandie and Kristyn, dark haired mother and blonde daughter, looked each other in the eye as they had the same idea. Clothes were thrown willy-nilly as the two tried to get naked for each other. Once the last piece of clothing was gone the two naked women threw themselves on each other and started kissing and licking the bare flesh before them.
Debbie twisted and humped Michael's face as his tongue made love to her aroused pussy. She screamed, "Fuck me! I am your slut! Fuck me with your tongue!" Michael intensified his movements with his tongue and shoved two fingers deep into Debbie's snatch. Her screams changed to deep, panting moans as his thumb rubbed her clit in small circles. Debbie's guttural moans drowned out the noise that Sandie and Kristyn were making. Michael's fingers were squishing in and out of Debbie's sopping hole as she sucked in her breath; cumming all over Michael's thrusting hand. Michael smiled with satisfaction, now he could really get down and dirty.
His cock had recovered and was hard again, so Michael did not waste any time. He flipped Debbie's limp body over and shoved his stiff rod into her gooey snatch. It slid in with out hesitation, bottoming out on her cervix causing a dull moan from Debbie. Michael was encouraged by her response and pumped his cock in and out of her several times. His strokes were long and powerful, causing a mix of pleasure and pain to his fuck-toy cousin. Michael scooped some of Debbie's juice out of her cunt and used it to lubricate her ass. He continued to pound into her sex as he jabbed one then two fingers up her butt. Debbie gasped at this intrusion to her virgin ass-hole, and then thrust back against Michael's big dick.
Working his fingers in Debbie's asshole, Michael loosened her tight sphincter. Michael slowed down his fucking of Debbie's cum filled quim; he didn't want to shoot his wad until he had enjoyed the hospitality of her tight bung-hole. Soon he felt that she was loose enough, so he pulled out his now dirty fingers and rested the swollen head of his manhood against her loosened rosebud. Debbie moaned at the loss of Michael's shaft in her wet folds.
With a slap on Debbie's firm ass, Michael pushed his member against her tight ass-hole. Her muscles resisted the entry of such a large object until he pushed harder. Michael popped through her abused sphincter and filled part of her tight ass chute. He kept pushing, ignoring her wails of pain, until he was fully in and his balls rested against her soft ass-cheeks. Michael rested for a moment allowing Debbie's ass to become used to his cock's intrusion.
Thinking that Debbie could use some more lubrication in her narrow anal passage, Michael pulled his shaft out of her butt and plunged it into her cum-saturated snatch. A few deep strokes later he switched holes, this time ramming his meaty dick up her Hershey highway. Debbie's anguish was not as apparent, so he began earnestly fucking her tight bung-hole. Every few minutes Michael would relubricate his cock with her hot nectar and then return to plowing her dark passage. Her cries so turned to moans. He felt his fat dick growing even fatter and his climax imminent while on a journey to her womanly folds for more of her natural lube. Michael decided to grace Debbie's cunt with his offering and gave her his final few thrusts hard and fast until he came. His hot, thick spooge shot deep within her coating her already sopping pussy.
Michael pulled his softening tool out of Debbie's messy sex-hole and looked over at Robyn. She met his eyes and then began to get undressed. First off was her black tank top. As Robyn peeled it off she revealed a lacy, white front closure bra. Her shorts went next showing off her matching lacy, white panties. Robyn stood there in just her underwear and smiled at Michael. His cock twitched at the sight and Michael nodded to Robyn. The younger sister loosed her bra and stepped out of her panties. She stood feet spread and twisted her upper body, causing her ripe tits to bounce off each other. They wiggled even after Robyn stopped twisting. Michael stood with his mouth open just staring at her dancing beauties.
Waving Robyn over Michael held his messy, limp cock, so Robyn could suck it back to life. Robyn dropped to her knees and took Michael's dirty dick into her willing mouth. She sucked his shaft until it was almost erect. Then Robyn slid her head forward taking Michael's hardening cock deep down her throat. She kept teasing with her tongue as Michael's shaft fucked her throat. Releasing his large cock, Robyn pulled back so she could take a deep breathe and then swallowed him again. After a moment, Michael backed up pulling his hard dick from her desperate, sucking mouth. He had somewhere else he wanted to leave his load of cum. Michael then told Robyn to climb on the bed on her hands and knees. His cock already wet with Robyn's saliva and her cunt wet with excitement, Michael thrust his swollen shaft deep into Robyn's excited quim. He fucked her with long slow strokes, taking his time, Robyn's jugs bouncing with the rhythm of his cyclic slamming into her from behind.
Downstairs the wind was picking up and the sky was filling with clouds. Diane climbed the stairs, wanting to make sure that the windows were closed. She moved from room to room closing the open windows. When she got to Debbie's old bedroom she thought she heard voices. Not wanting to disturb anyone, she was careful and quiet as she opened the door. The first thing she saw was the arms and legs of her daughter Sandie wrapped around Sandie's daughter Kristyn. They were both naked, cuddling with their eyes closed. On the bed Diane saw her daughter Debbie also naked with thick, white spooge leaking out of the wide open vagina. Opening the door a little more revealed her third daughter Robyn on her hands and knees being pummeled from behind by her nephew Michael. Diane stood there in shock watching her nephew's large cock move in and out of Robyn's wet snatch. Diane came to her senses a moment later, closed the door, and walked down the stairs thinking of what she had seen.
No one in the room noticed Diane's quick peek, no one in the room were in condition to notice much of anything. Michael was getting close to orgasm and began slapping Robyn on her nice, round ass. Robyn cried aloud as she experienced her second orgasm. Michael didn't let up at all. If anything, he fucked and slapped just that much harder and faster. Michael yelled as he shot his third load of the day. These wads were driven deep into Robyn's cunt causing yet another orgasm in the doggy styled slut.
Michael pulled out when he was finished, leaving the fucked-out Robyn next to her sister on the bed. He picked up Robyn's discarded tank top and wiped his limp member clean on it. "Two down, two to go." Michael stood over the mother and daughter curled up in each others arms. They looked so sexy lying there with dried cum all around their mouths. Michael looked at his watch and saw that it was growing late. He nudged Sandie's bubble butt with his foot. "Wakey, wakey, if you want some of this," he pointed to his cock, "you had better wake up." He nudged Kristyn cute little butt. "You too, little girl; time to rise and fuck."
The eighteen year old vixen untwisted her body from her mother's and stretched. Michael felt his pulse quicken; Kristyn was a gorgeous sex-bomb and his heavy rod started to show its appreciation. She reached over in a stretch that showed off her firm tits and cupped his hanging balls in her small hands. Michael's well-used meat twitched as her soft fingers began to caress his sack. Sandie sat up watching her daughter get Michael ready. The look on her face helped Michael's hardening process; the look was a mixture of pride and lust. Between the look in Sandie's eyes and Kristyn's fondling, Michael was fully erect.
Grinning from ear to ear, Michael took Kristyn's chin in his hand and kissed her with all the passion in him. "Hold on Kristyn, age before beauty, your mom is first, but don't fret. I've got something special planned for you." Looking to Sandie sitting on the floor he said, "Crawl over here bitch, I've been wanting to fuck that big ass of yours for years." Sandie crawled over to Michael on all fours, wiggling her hefty butt all the way.
Michael grabbed Sandie's hips and thrust his hard dick into her wet pussy. He was soon slamming into her from behind causing her plump body to quiver with the impact. Michael liked it when his balls would press up tight against Sandie's bubble-butt. That meant he was all the way up that sloppy pussy of hers. Sandie's fat ass was bouncing back and forth like waves in an ocean with each thrust by Michael. A little cushion for the pushing. Although Sandie gave birth to two boys in addition to the wonderful Kristyn, her cunt was not very stretched out. Obviously she had not been getting fucked like she deserved, that Michael was remedying.
It was so hot taking Sandie from behind, but Michael knew that he couldn't fuck forever. He called Kristyn over and had her lie on her mother's back with her legs spread wide. Michael had an audience by now; both Debbie and Robyn were watching and playing with their pussies. Having them look on was very erotic and gave him renewed strength. Michael fucked both women at once. Sandie would get a bevy of short, fast strokes and then he would switch over to Kristyn's tight cunt and give her the same. Michael had them both moaning and thrusting back when it was her turn.
Michael was getting tired switching between Kristyn and her mom, so the next time he was in Kristyn he pulled her up onto him and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Michael bounced her on his dick, sending her into orgasm after orgasm. Kristyn was light as a feather and made a great sex-yoyo. He felt his own orgasm approaching, which he wanted to hold off as long as possible, so he set Kristyn down next to her mom. Michael sat down in the chair to catch his breath.
After a few short minutes, Debbie climbed onto the chair and lowered herself down on Michael's still hard, but rested cock. The soft, wet folds of Debbie's pussy surrounded Michael's big cock as his shaft disappeared in her 'Tunnel of Love.' Debbie started slow, but built up to a fast, hard bounce on Michael's lap, more specifically on his swollen shaft. She enjoyed her ride moaning and climaxing until Michael lifted her off and set her on the floor with the other naked women.
"I've only got one load left and I wanted to share it with all of you. So please gather close to each other." His cousins cuddled with each other, arms and legs joined in a massive human puzzle. "Good job girls, a little closer together." The naked women snuggled as close as they could, cheek to cheek and tit to tit. "Perfect, now smile big and get ready." They look so hot together like that. Michael pumped his cock merrily as it swelled. He kept it trained on the women as he came. It was like an accident in slow motion. His first shot anchored itself in Robyn's dark hair, the main stream of jizz swooping in a tight arc to land on her forehead and trailing between her eyes and down her nose. Debbie shared a similar fate, his second stream squirted across her face from right temple to left cheek. Sandie and Kristen's first deposits from Michael also hit their faces then pooled together where their faces were pressed hard against one another. Michael's last spurts painted Debbie's, Robyn's, Sandie's and Kristyn's breasts as he emptied all the spooge he had left. With their obvious family appearances, they look like sisters at a Bukakke festival. He fell back into the chair getting his strength back.
The women were giggling and slurping as they cleaned the cum off of each other with their tongues and fingers. Michael waited until they were finished, "OK, we've been gone a long time, let's get dressed. Robyn was about to put her panties back on when Michael said, "Don't worry about your underwear, just shove them under Debbie's bed." The four cousins shoved their bras and panties under the bed. Then they finished getting dressed as the rain began to pound on the roof.
Michael stood in front of his delicious cousins and shook his head. "There is no way we can all troop downstairs without raising a lot of suspicion, besides you all looked well fucked, some more than others.' Michael listened to the rain landing on the roof while he tried to think of a plan. "I've got it! You ladies go down the back outside stairs and get good and cleaned off by the rain. It will cool you and wash all the sweat and cum from your bodies. You can then seek shelter from the rain. I'll 'just having woken up from a nap', go down the inner stairs and no one will be the wiser." The ladies nodded in agreement then went down the back stairs.
Michael got dressed and walked downstairs, yawning. Little did he know it, but Dr. Claiborne's plan had gone perfectly. A fine, upstanding Jehovah's Witness family had taken the first step towards destruction through blatant incest. All Michael knew was that his dreams had started to come true and four of his beautiful cousins were ready to fuck him at the drop of a hat.
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The girls got totally soaked, and cleaned, and then went inside the house or to shelter in the yard and out buildings. Unfortunately, their wet tops clung to their bra-less boobs causing at least one raised eyebrow. The ladies, of course, just acted as if everything was normal. Kristyn spotted her dad and brothers sitting together at a covered picnic table. She sat next to them and asked with an innocent expression on her face, "Hey boys, I'll be needed some help changing and drying once we get home, do ya think you can help?"
When Michael entered the kitchen he was pulled aside by his Aunt Diane. She spoke to him in a soft voice, "Next weekend I have a project for you, OK? Your skills are required to attend to something near and dear to my heart." Michael would not of made anything of the request, but Aunt Diane's hand squeezing his butt cheek before she moved off made it all too clear. He resolved to make some time for her next weekend. She may be in her sixties, but she had passed on her fabulous tits to her daughters and he really wanted to enjoy them.
Thus another family picnic went by, but things among the relatives in this family would never be the same.