Those horny and salacious sisters, Jennifer and Shannon, are back! In Chapter Six of their saga, a randy graduate teaching assistant learns to his horror that there's a stiff price to pay for messing with the wrong girl!
SUCH DEVOTED SISTERS
Chapter Six: Academic Attitude Adjustment
By
T.T. Gore
“Gosh, Jennifer, he’s awfully cute for a professor!”
“GRRRRMMMMPH!!!” Stephen screamed—or tried to scream—as one of his nipples was smartly tweaked.
“Oh, he’s just a graduate teaching assistant, Shannon—and a VERY naughty boy!”
“UUNNG-UUNNG-FUUUUNNNNG!!!” Steven screamed into the pink ball gag that stopped his mouth. He writhed in his bonds as clever, sharp-nailed female fingers plucked at his naked torso.
“Did he REALLY offer to give you an A if you did it with him?” Shannon giggled.
“Indeed he did!” Jennifer replied.
“Well then, he DESERVES to be punished!” Shannon slapped their prisoner’s bare thigh. “Bad, bad, BAD little boy!”
The Baxter sisters laughed merrily. Stephen screamed again. It was a waste of breath, of course—he was well aware that no one could hear him. He’d awakened to find himself stark naked, ball gagged, wrists and ankles bound to the rails of a big old brass bed, sandwiched between his slender, brown-eyed, freckle-faced student Jennifer and a long-legged, curvaceous blonde vixen who proved to be Jennifer’s younger sister Shannon. With the exception of panties, they too were naked—and their intentions proved to be the reverse of romantic!
“So how are you enjoying this, Stephen?” Jennifer poked a finger into his exposed armpit, causing him to squeal and make desperate sounds behind the ball gag. “Isn’t it sexy to share a bed with me and my sister?”
No, Stephen told himself, it was NOT fucking sexy! In fact it was HUMILIATING—and they were HURTING him with their little pinches and slaps! He was acutely aware of the helpless exposure of the most delicate and sensitive portions of his masculine anatomy. The sadistic sisters hadn’t touched him there—yet. But he had a terrible suspicion that it was only a matter of time…
“Do you suppose he’s TICKLISH, Shannon?” The freckle-faced cutie stroked Stephen’s armpit again, which cause the poor guy to writhe and make more desperate, protesting, albeit muffled noises. “Maybe THAT would be the best way to punish this asshole!”
“Good idea!” the curvaceous blonde agreed. And with no more ado the sisters launched a full-scale assault on Stephen’s defenseless hollows!
“HUUUUNNNNGGGGRRRRUUUUF!!!” Steven bellowed as repeated jolts of unbearably intense ticklish sensation convulsed his body. He arched his back and bounced his curvy buttocks on the mattress. A vicious plague of goose bumps corrugated his skin, causing the dark hairs that adorned his limbs to stiffen like tiny quills. He pleaded with his eyes for some smidgen of mercy—but the sisters merely smiled and redoubled the intensity of their efforts!
Since arriving on the Unknown University campus, Stephen Cantrell had cut quite a figure among a certain subset of the female undergraduate population. Valuing quantity over quality, he’s concentrated his seductive attentions on the Plain Jane type: English and arts majors whose modest physical charms were more than compensated by their frustratingly unsatisfying sex lives.
Jennifer Baxter, however, was no Plain Jane, and Stephen had been instantly smitten when she sashayed into his classroom for the first time. He developed a bit of a crush on the freckle-faced cutie, which led him into what proved to be a major mistake—for Jennifer’s reaction to his sex-for-an-A proposal had been quite unexpected!
He wasn’t quite sure how he’d been waylaid and transported to this secluded bedroom. The last thing he remembered was chatting up a hot blonde in an off-campus bar—a blonde who, he realized now, was Jennifer’s sister Shannon! Presumably his drink had been spiked with some kind of drug. In any case, Stephen realized, he was well and truly fucked: utterly at the mercy of the sadistic sisters!
“BWUUUUNNNNF!!!” he bellowed now, jerking his hirsute torso to and fro as the sisters probed his armpits, ribs and belly button. Gradually his struggles subsided as exhaustion took its toll. “NNNNNN MMMMRRRR-RRRR-RRRR!!!”
“Our Stevie-poo seems to be running short of energy,” Shannon observed.
“I think he needs a pick-me-up!”
“Hmmm,” Jennifer replied, “I know just the thing!”
So saying, the freckle-faced cutie slipped off the bed and trotted over to the desk that stood under the bedroom window. She rummaged through the drawers briefly, producing an eighteen-inch wooden ruler.
“This should do the trick!” Jennifer chirruped as she stepped up to the foot of the bed. And with a smirk, she cracked the flat of the ruler across Stephen’s bare soles!
“WWWWMMMMPH!!!” the naked stud howled—or tried to howl.
“Oh yeah!” Shannon nodded. “THAT got his attention!”
CRACK! “UUUUUURRRRRRGH!!!”
“Ha, I think he LIKES a little pain, Jennifer!”
CRACK! “GNNNNUUUURRRRK!!!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jennifer chastised their prisoner’s soles until they turned a blushing shade of pink. Then—with some reluctance—she laid the ruler aside and resumed her position on Stephen’s right. She was pleased to note that the asshole had tears in his eyes.
Shannon was teasing the naked stud’s navel. Her tongue was touching her upper lip and her nipples were rigid with excitement.
“Someone has a ticklish BUTTON!” the curvaceous blond snickered as she probed with a sharp fingernail. Stephen writhed, rolled his eyes and made various sounds behind the ball gag.
“And ticklish RIBS!” Jennifer chimed in as she sank her well-honed nails into Stephen’s torso.
“BWWWWMMMMG!!!”
The sisters tormented their helpless tickle toy in this fashion for a solid hour, until the naked stud was struggling for breath and bathed in a delicate cold sweat.
“Break time!” Shannon finally announced—and Stephen moaned with relief. His brains were so addled that he actually experienced a feeling of servile gratitude toward the sadistic siblings.
“So now that we have you all warmed up,” Jennifer said as she toyed with his damp chest hair, “the time has come for the main event!”
The naked stud made an interrogatory sound.
“He should be here any minute—ah!” Shannon exclaimed as the door opened. “You’re right on time, sweetie!”
Stephen rolled his eyes in an attempt to see who’d joined them in the basement playroom. He was horrified to discover that it was a guy—and that he was stark fucking NAKED—!
“This is Marty,” Jennifer smiled as she gestured him forward. “He’s our cousin. And he’s most anxious to make your acquaintance, Stevie-poo!!!”
“HNNNNNN???!!!”
“Yes, you guessed it!” Shannon exclaimed. “Our slender, silk-skinned cousin here is GAY! And as it happens, you’re just his type!”
“GGGGGGUUURRRK!!!” the naked stud protested. “NNNNNNNN!!!”
“So what do you think, sweet cheeks?” Jennifer asked, addressing her cousin.
“Mmmm,” Marty replied, running an avid eye over the sisters’ bound and helpless prisoner. “He’s kind of hairy. Cute, though…”
“NNNNNNNN!!!” Stephen shrieked—or tried to shriek. “AAAWNNNNNNT!!!”
“Oh, won’t you? I think you will!” Shannon sneered, slapping the soles of his feet. “After all, Stevie-poo, you’ve got no CHOICE!”
“Not to worry!” Marty added. He stepped closer and put a hand on Stephen’s heaving chest. “When it comes to turning straight guys bi, I have rather an impressive track record…”
These words sent the naked stud into an absolute PANIC! He writhed and jerked his limbs in a frenzied, albeit futile, effort to slip his bonds. The sisters and their cousin laughed merrily at the spectacle.
“So I’m told you’re ticklish,” Marty whispered, climbing aboard the bed to kneel between Stephen’s wide-open legs. “May I…?”
And with that, the nude sweetie darted his fingers into the naked stud’s armpits!
“MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-URRRRMMMMPH!!!” Stephen bellowed. Oh GOD how it fucking TICKLED! And how HUMILIATING that he was being tickled by another GUY—!
“You just need someone to help you get in touch with your feelings…” Marty whispered as he ran his sharp-nailed fingers over Stephen’s hirsute torso. “You need someone to tickle away all those silly little inhibitions that keep you from being all you can be…”
“NNNNNN!!! HMMMMUUUUGH!!! DNNNNNNT!!!”
“Don’t fight it, Stevie-poo,” Marty whispered, dancing his fingers on Stephen’s drum-tight belly. “Go with your emotions…”
And despite the tickling that was driving him INSANE—despite the revulsion that was making his fucking SKIN crawl—despite the state of denial to which he clung with absolute fucking DESPERATION—the naked stud was indeed conscious of a new set of emotions! Off in a remote corner of his brain, low in his belly, deep in his balls, a wicked yet delicious sense of excitement was beginning to flicker…
“That’s right, Stevie-poo…” Marty whispered, bending down to gaze into Marty’s eyes. “You feel it, don’t you…?”
“YUUUURRRRK!!!” the naked stud squealed as his nipples were lovingly tweaked. The pain caused his asshole to pucker…and his cock to twitch…
“Omygod!” Shannon exclaimed. “He’s getting an ERECTION!”
“What a PERVERT!” Jennifer added.
“Ah, Stevie-poo…” the nude sweetie breathed as his hand crept lower. “I just knew you had it in you…”
The naked stud arched his back and gyrated his hips as his burgeoning boy toy was taken into the Marty’s warm hand. It was DISGUSTING—it was UNTHINKABLE—but he couldn’t HELP himself—he was becoming SO fucking HORNY—
“PLLLLSSSS!!!” Stephen grunted, jerking his limbs in a desperate, doomed attempt to slip his bonds. “SSSTTTPPP!!! DNNNNNNTTT!!!”
“He says stop, but he doesn’t MEAN it!” Shannon snickered. “I think Stevie-poo wants you to make him CUM!”
“GNNNNUUUURRRRPH!!!” the naked stud grunted as his upright organ was teasingly, sadistically toyed with.
“How PATHETIC!” Jennifer chuckled. “He’s going to make a mess all OVER himself!”
“Are you going to make him do it…?” Shannon inquired—somewhat breathlessly.
“Oh, there’s no hurry!” Marty squeezed their prisoner’s balls, eliciting a gagged squeal. “Stevie-poo’s not going anywhere, after all!”
“No, he’s not.” Jennifer chipped in. “And besides, this is his first same-sex experience. You boys should take all the time you need to get to know one another!”
“Whatever you say!” Marty gave Stephen’s balls another, harder squeeze, which caused the helpless stud to scream be…hind the ball gag.
…So it went for the next hour…with the sisters’ sexy cousin stroking and teasing and tickling their prisoner…whispering salacious proposals into his ear…toying with his chest hair…tweaking his nipples… Stephen lay there squirming and grunting, heroically aroused despite his inarticulate protests and denials, fighting to suppress the feelings and emotions that puckered his asshole and kindled that hot greasy sensation, low in his belly…
At a certain point Shannon and Jennifer rejoined the party, kneeling at the foot of the bed to tickle Stephen’s squirming feet as their swishy cousin edged the naked stud closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he was careful! There was no hurry, after all, and it was such FUN to tease the poor guy, to make him whine incoherently and beg with his eyes and shiver and squirm and squeeze out drop after precious drop of pre-cum…
As the sisters tickled merrily away at the foot of the bed, they found themselves exchanging more and more frequent…and heated…glances. Jennifer’s tongue was lodged in her cheek. Shannon’s nipples were rigidly erect.
“Boys will be boys…” the freckle-faced cutie whispered. “And sometimes boys will be girls…”
“Mmmm,” the curvaceous blonde replied. “Maybe we should leave them to it…”
Holding hands, the sisters slipped out of the bedroom—unnoticed by Marty and Stephen who had become totally focused on the hilariously erotic melodrama that was being enacted between them. And in the hours that followed they worked very hard on their relationship, with such success that Marty was able to release the naked stud from bondage.…
In their adjoining bedroom, Jennifer and Shannon could sometimes catch the cries and whispers that emanated from next door. But they paid very little heed to this evidence of masculine amour…being more than a little preoccupied with their own sisterly devotions…
SUCH DEVOTED SISTERS
Chapter Six: Academic Attitude Adjustment
By
T.T. Gore
“Gosh, Jennifer, he’s awfully cute for a professor!”
“GRRRRMMMMPH!!!” Stephen screamed—or tried to scream—as one of his nipples was smartly tweaked.
“Oh, he’s just a graduate teaching assistant, Shannon—and a VERY naughty boy!”
“UUNNG-UUNNG-FUUUUNNNNG!!!” Steven screamed into the pink ball gag that stopped his mouth. He writhed in his bonds as clever, sharp-nailed female fingers plucked at his naked torso.
“Did he REALLY offer to give you an A if you did it with him?” Shannon giggled.
“Indeed he did!” Jennifer replied.
“Well then, he DESERVES to be punished!” Shannon slapped their prisoner’s bare thigh. “Bad, bad, BAD little boy!”
The Baxter sisters laughed merrily. Stephen screamed again. It was a waste of breath, of course—he was well aware that no one could hear him. He’d awakened to find himself stark naked, ball gagged, wrists and ankles bound to the rails of a big old brass bed, sandwiched between his slender, brown-eyed, freckle-faced student Jennifer and a long-legged, curvaceous blonde vixen who proved to be Jennifer’s younger sister Shannon. With the exception of panties, they too were naked—and their intentions proved to be the reverse of romantic!
“So how are you enjoying this, Stephen?” Jennifer poked a finger into his exposed armpit, causing him to squeal and make desperate sounds behind the ball gag. “Isn’t it sexy to share a bed with me and my sister?”
No, Stephen told himself, it was NOT fucking sexy! In fact it was HUMILIATING—and they were HURTING him with their little pinches and slaps! He was acutely aware of the helpless exposure of the most delicate and sensitive portions of his masculine anatomy. The sadistic sisters hadn’t touched him there—yet. But he had a terrible suspicion that it was only a matter of time…
“Do you suppose he’s TICKLISH, Shannon?” The freckle-faced cutie stroked Stephen’s armpit again, which cause the poor guy to writhe and make more desperate, protesting, albeit muffled noises. “Maybe THAT would be the best way to punish this asshole!”
“Good idea!” the curvaceous blonde agreed. And with no more ado the sisters launched a full-scale assault on Stephen’s defenseless hollows!
“HUUUUNNNNGGGGRRRRUUUUF!!!” Steven bellowed as repeated jolts of unbearably intense ticklish sensation convulsed his body. He arched his back and bounced his curvy buttocks on the mattress. A vicious plague of goose bumps corrugated his skin, causing the dark hairs that adorned his limbs to stiffen like tiny quills. He pleaded with his eyes for some smidgen of mercy—but the sisters merely smiled and redoubled the intensity of their efforts!
Since arriving on the Unknown University campus, Stephen Cantrell had cut quite a figure among a certain subset of the female undergraduate population. Valuing quantity over quality, he’s concentrated his seductive attentions on the Plain Jane type: English and arts majors whose modest physical charms were more than compensated by their frustratingly unsatisfying sex lives.
Jennifer Baxter, however, was no Plain Jane, and Stephen had been instantly smitten when she sashayed into his classroom for the first time. He developed a bit of a crush on the freckle-faced cutie, which led him into what proved to be a major mistake—for Jennifer’s reaction to his sex-for-an-A proposal had been quite unexpected!
He wasn’t quite sure how he’d been waylaid and transported to this secluded bedroom. The last thing he remembered was chatting up a hot blonde in an off-campus bar—a blonde who, he realized now, was Jennifer’s sister Shannon! Presumably his drink had been spiked with some kind of drug. In any case, Stephen realized, he was well and truly fucked: utterly at the mercy of the sadistic sisters!
“BWUUUUNNNNF!!!” he bellowed now, jerking his hirsute torso to and fro as the sisters probed his armpits, ribs and belly button. Gradually his struggles subsided as exhaustion took its toll. “NNNNNN MMMMRRRR-RRRR-RRRR!!!”
“Our Stevie-poo seems to be running short of energy,” Shannon observed.
“I think he needs a pick-me-up!”
“Hmmm,” Jennifer replied, “I know just the thing!”
So saying, the freckle-faced cutie slipped off the bed and trotted over to the desk that stood under the bedroom window. She rummaged through the drawers briefly, producing an eighteen-inch wooden ruler.
“This should do the trick!” Jennifer chirruped as she stepped up to the foot of the bed. And with a smirk, she cracked the flat of the ruler across Stephen’s bare soles!
“WWWWMMMMPH!!!” the naked stud howled—or tried to howl.
“Oh yeah!” Shannon nodded. “THAT got his attention!”
CRACK! “UUUUUURRRRRRGH!!!”
“Ha, I think he LIKES a little pain, Jennifer!”
CRACK! “GNNNNUUUURRRRK!!!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Jennifer chastised their prisoner’s soles until they turned a blushing shade of pink. Then—with some reluctance—she laid the ruler aside and resumed her position on Stephen’s right. She was pleased to note that the asshole had tears in his eyes.
Shannon was teasing the naked stud’s navel. Her tongue was touching her upper lip and her nipples were rigid with excitement.
“Someone has a ticklish BUTTON!” the curvaceous blond snickered as she probed with a sharp fingernail. Stephen writhed, rolled his eyes and made various sounds behind the ball gag.
“And ticklish RIBS!” Jennifer chimed in as she sank her well-honed nails into Stephen’s torso.
“BWWWWMMMMG!!!”
The sisters tormented their helpless tickle toy in this fashion for a solid hour, until the naked stud was struggling for breath and bathed in a delicate cold sweat.
“Break time!” Shannon finally announced—and Stephen moaned with relief. His brains were so addled that he actually experienced a feeling of servile gratitude toward the sadistic siblings.
“So now that we have you all warmed up,” Jennifer said as she toyed with his damp chest hair, “the time has come for the main event!”
The naked stud made an interrogatory sound.
“He should be here any minute—ah!” Shannon exclaimed as the door opened. “You’re right on time, sweetie!”
Stephen rolled his eyes in an attempt to see who’d joined them in the basement playroom. He was horrified to discover that it was a guy—and that he was stark fucking NAKED—!
“This is Marty,” Jennifer smiled as she gestured him forward. “He’s our cousin. And he’s most anxious to make your acquaintance, Stevie-poo!!!”
“HNNNNNN???!!!”
“Yes, you guessed it!” Shannon exclaimed. “Our slender, silk-skinned cousin here is GAY! And as it happens, you’re just his type!”
“GGGGGGUUURRRK!!!” the naked stud protested. “NNNNNNNN!!!”
“So what do you think, sweet cheeks?” Jennifer asked, addressing her cousin.
“Mmmm,” Marty replied, running an avid eye over the sisters’ bound and helpless prisoner. “He’s kind of hairy. Cute, though…”
“NNNNNNNN!!!” Stephen shrieked—or tried to shriek. “AAAWNNNNNNT!!!”
“Oh, won’t you? I think you will!” Shannon sneered, slapping the soles of his feet. “After all, Stevie-poo, you’ve got no CHOICE!”
“Not to worry!” Marty added. He stepped closer and put a hand on Stephen’s heaving chest. “When it comes to turning straight guys bi, I have rather an impressive track record…”
These words sent the naked stud into an absolute PANIC! He writhed and jerked his limbs in a frenzied, albeit futile, effort to slip his bonds. The sisters and their cousin laughed merrily at the spectacle.
“So I’m told you’re ticklish,” Marty whispered, climbing aboard the bed to kneel between Stephen’s wide-open legs. “May I…?”
And with that, the nude sweetie darted his fingers into the naked stud’s armpits!
“MMMM-MMMM-MMMM-URRRRMMMMPH!!!” Stephen bellowed. Oh GOD how it fucking TICKLED! And how HUMILIATING that he was being tickled by another GUY—!
“You just need someone to help you get in touch with your feelings…” Marty whispered as he ran his sharp-nailed fingers over Stephen’s hirsute torso. “You need someone to tickle away all those silly little inhibitions that keep you from being all you can be…”
“NNNNNN!!! HMMMMUUUUGH!!! DNNNNNNT!!!”
“Don’t fight it, Stevie-poo,” Marty whispered, dancing his fingers on Stephen’s drum-tight belly. “Go with your emotions…”
And despite the tickling that was driving him INSANE—despite the revulsion that was making his fucking SKIN crawl—despite the state of denial to which he clung with absolute fucking DESPERATION—the naked stud was indeed conscious of a new set of emotions! Off in a remote corner of his brain, low in his belly, deep in his balls, a wicked yet delicious sense of excitement was beginning to flicker…
“That’s right, Stevie-poo…” Marty whispered, bending down to gaze into Marty’s eyes. “You feel it, don’t you…?”
“YUUUURRRRK!!!” the naked stud squealed as his nipples were lovingly tweaked. The pain caused his asshole to pucker…and his cock to twitch…
“Omygod!” Shannon exclaimed. “He’s getting an ERECTION!”
“What a PERVERT!” Jennifer added.
“Ah, Stevie-poo…” the nude sweetie breathed as his hand crept lower. “I just knew you had it in you…”
The naked stud arched his back and gyrated his hips as his burgeoning boy toy was taken into the Marty’s warm hand. It was DISGUSTING—it was UNTHINKABLE—but he couldn’t HELP himself—he was becoming SO fucking HORNY—
“PLLLLSSSS!!!” Stephen grunted, jerking his limbs in a desperate, doomed attempt to slip his bonds. “SSSTTTPPP!!! DNNNNNNTTT!!!”
“He says stop, but he doesn’t MEAN it!” Shannon snickered. “I think Stevie-poo wants you to make him CUM!”
“GNNNNUUUURRRRPH!!!” the naked stud grunted as his upright organ was teasingly, sadistically toyed with.
“How PATHETIC!” Jennifer chuckled. “He’s going to make a mess all OVER himself!”
“Are you going to make him do it…?” Shannon inquired—somewhat breathlessly.
“Oh, there’s no hurry!” Marty squeezed their prisoner’s balls, eliciting a gagged squeal. “Stevie-poo’s not going anywhere, after all!”
“No, he’s not.” Jennifer chipped in. “And besides, this is his first same-sex experience. You boys should take all the time you need to get to know one another!”
“Whatever you say!” Marty gave Stephen’s balls another, harder squeeze, which caused the helpless stud to scream be…hind the ball gag.
…So it went for the next hour…with the sisters’ sexy cousin stroking and teasing and tickling their prisoner…whispering salacious proposals into his ear…toying with his chest hair…tweaking his nipples… Stephen lay there squirming and grunting, heroically aroused despite his inarticulate protests and denials, fighting to suppress the feelings and emotions that puckered his asshole and kindled that hot greasy sensation, low in his belly…
At a certain point Shannon and Jennifer rejoined the party, kneeling at the foot of the bed to tickle Stephen’s squirming feet as their swishy cousin edged the naked stud closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he was careful! There was no hurry, after all, and it was such FUN to tease the poor guy, to make him whine incoherently and beg with his eyes and shiver and squirm and squeeze out drop after precious drop of pre-cum…
As the sisters tickled merrily away at the foot of the bed, they found themselves exchanging more and more frequent…and heated…glances. Jennifer’s tongue was lodged in her cheek. Shannon’s nipples were rigidly erect.
“Boys will be boys…” the freckle-faced cutie whispered. “And sometimes boys will be girls…”
“Mmmm,” the curvaceous blonde replied. “Maybe we should leave them to it…”
Holding hands, the sisters slipped out of the bedroom—unnoticed by Marty and Stephen who had become totally focused on the hilariously erotic melodrama that was being enacted between them. And in the hours that followed they worked very hard on their relationship, with such success that Marty was able to release the naked stud from bondage.…
In their adjoining bedroom, Jennifer and Shannon could sometimes catch the cries and whispers that emanated from next door. But they paid very little heed to this evidence of masculine amour…being more than a little preoccupied with their own sisterly devotions…
