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Jodi and the gang stop by at the sisters' bakery to give the ladies a full four tit weight and measurement check.
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Jodi had a tip off one day about a middle aged woman with a good figure who ran a bakery in a town nearby. The story was that her husband did the early morning baking and then went home and left his wife to handle the sales. Jodi went over there, checked the place out, then came back to say it was even better than he'd heard because most afternoons this Mrs Johnson had her sister helping her out at the bakery and she had a even bigger pair of dairy arrangements. They must have both been over thirty but there was plenty of good fucking left in them, according to Jodi. All they needed was some encouragement.
So, we went over, on an afternoon naturally, to see what was on offer. Yep, both pair of tits were there, so it was time for an unexpected early closing. We didn't even have to force the back door, it was already open, would you believe. One minute later and the five of us were inside. It was still hot around the ovens from the morning's baking and there was an open door into storeroom by the side of the kitchen with a stack of flour bags at the other end of it.
Jodi picked a knife off a hook over the sink and rattled it inside the metal sink. One of the women in the shop came in to see what was causing the noise and her eyes nearly rolled up into her hairline when she found herself grabbed by the arms and the sharp edge of the knife up against your neck.
"Call your sister here!" Jodi snarled.
The woman could hardly make a sound, she was so frightened. But she gasped and called out as Jodi kicked against the wall. He thrust the woman away from him, Jacko and Mickey grabbed hold of her arms and before she'd stopped moving the other sister had come to see what the noise was all about. And found herself staring at the knife as well. Before she'd got any way at all towards working it all out I'd got hold of one of her arms and Will had the other.
"In the storeroom with them," Jodi said. "I'm going to close up the shop."
We threw the pair of them into the storeroom and blocked the door as Jodi put up the closed sign on the shop window. By the time he came back all parties concerned had enjoyed a chance to take a look at what was on offer. Well, I say enjoyed. I don't know what the women thought of us but I was more than happy with them. They certainly were sisters, not bad looking either, both fair haired. The one I thought was the younger one had pearls in her earlobes and a thick gold chain around her neck, with a sulky look that seemed fixed on her round face. The other one wore glasses and was licking her lips with nerves. The tight fitting white shop coats they both had on fitted snugly around wide hips. Very nice, yet nothing at all to compare with the bulging shapes underneath the upper halves of the shop coats. Jodi had told us the truth and nothing but the truth -- these two were both fully loaded forty inchers. The roaring forties as we called them whenever we got our hands on a pair. We roared with joy and the woman always got taught how to blow up a storm.
Jodi started by telling this pair of well stocked bread vendors they weren't going to be hurt if they behaved themselves. Then he wanted to know their names. But the one with glasses had got a bit of her nerve back by then and tried to tell us to get out. Only Jodi was ready to argue more persuasively than she could. He'd bought along a catapult and a pocket full of marbles, and when his first shot hit home on her left udder spectacle features yelled, cowered, covered herself up and said that she was Janice, and her sister's name was Helen.
"OK, girls," Jodi had answered, smiling. "We're inspectors from the weights and measures department and we've come here to make sure those big tits that you're displaying to your customers are the genuine items. So we're going to have to have a good feel of them, all of us. It's a lousy job but somebody's got to do it."
Janice didn't say anything else, but Helen did. Until she found out that she couldn't cover up a pair of bristols as big as hers with her hands, and that Jodi was a good shot with that catty aiming at her tits as when he was on her sister's. He dragged the whole thing out for a while, just standing there with the rubber drawn back before he let it go and smacked the marble home halfway down her cleavage and right on top of her right dug. It sounded like a bullet hitting a blancmange and the whole teat quivered under the impact. Helen shrieked and turned away from him completely, facing the row of sacks to protect her front, so then Jodi let loose a real stinger, straight between the cheeks of her arse. The woman jumped about two feet in the air, howling, and then turned around with her hands in the air.
"Alright, alright, don't hurt me anymore, please."
"That's what I like to see, a willing volunteer," Jodi said. "OK, boys, let's say hello to Helen. Come here, Helen."
She came out of the storeroom, he took her by the hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it. She stared at him, glassy eyed, completely off balance between what he'd just done to her and the way Jodi was behaving now. He snapped his fingers. "Come on, Jacko, undo her buttons for her."
Jacko stood behind Helen, slowly undoing the buttons down the front of her coat as Jodi kept hold of both of her hands.
"Mickey, Andy, you say hello as well."
We moved beside her, one on each side, and I leaned forward to muzzle Helen's neck. There were some fine wrinkles around her throat but she was still an attractive woman. She was trembling and I wondered how she felt as we closed the ring around her. Will was still standing in the storeroom doorway, grinning at Janice who was staring past him at the developing situation around her sister. Helen gasped as I touched her ear with the tip of my tongue. I knew Mickey was doing the same thing on the other side.
"Helen, you know you're going to have to do whatever I tell you, don't you?" Jodi asked. "Or do you need reminding again?"
"No . . . no."
"No, what?"
"No, I don't reminding," she said. She was trembling even more than before, which I knew for sure because I could feel it through her earlobe and my tongue.
"Ah, you're still not getting the message. Whenever one of you ladies speaks to one of us gentlemen, you call us 'sir'. I really do hope you both understand that. Jacko, put her hands behind her back."
Mickey and I helped him move her arms until Helen's wrists were locked in Jacko's big paws. Jodi opened the front of the shop coat and laughed. Underneath it all the respectable shop keeper was wearing was a pink bra and a matching pair of high sided panties with stretch panels back and front.
"It gets hot in here, does it?" Jodi asked, teeth flashing in a wide grin.
"Y . . . yes, sir." Helen stuttered. "In the morning, when we're still baking, sir."
"No need to get nervous. How about you, Janice, you're not nervous, are you?"
Will was standing beside the flour storeroom door, keeping Janice inside but not blocking her view. Her eyes seemed to be swelling up behind her glasses as she stared into the bakehouse. She brushed away a few stray hairs from her left eye and answered Jodi quickly.
"Yes, I'm nervous. Sir!"
"Oh, Well, perhaps you should be. Come over here and stand besides Helen."
Will let the woman come out and Janice did as she was told, standing next to her sister.
"OK, ladies, here's the deal," Jodi said. "You don't get hurt, nothing in the shop gets damaged, we use condoms so we don't leave any buns in the oven and we won't even leave any love bites on you for your husbands to find. That's if you do as you're told and fuck all of us like you've never fucked before. But if you give me any trouble at all I'll hurt both of you like you've never been hurt before. Any questions as far as we've gone?"
Both of the women seemed to be having trouble with their breathing. Especially as Jodi took out his catapult, smiled again and stretched the rubber out all the way before letting it go to snap against one of Helen's exposed D cups. She flinched and snorted as if she was a fly bitten filly.
"Please -- we're sisters," Janice said. "Alright, but not together. Please, sir."
Jodi smiled and stroked his chin. "You know, maybe it would be better if we kept the shop open. Less suspicious. And we wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we? So, Janice, if I let you go back to the counter for a while, remember that I can set fire to this place and be out of the back door in a few seconds -- and as for Helen here, the way we'll leave her, she'll never want to look in a mirror again. Understand?"
Janice nodded: her face was glistening with sweat: "Yes, sir, I understand. I won't tell anybody you're here."
"I'm sure you won't," Jodi said. "In fact I'm going to make sure of it by sending one of my lads out there with you."
He handed the catapult to me: "Keep out of sight. Let her deal with any customers but if she tries to cause trouble, then aim this right at her head, as hard as you can." He dropped a marble into my hand. Janice's stunned face had a gaping mouth set in it: she looked like a goldfish that had just found itself inside a tank with a bunch of piranhas.
"OK, Helen, down on your knees," Jodi continued. "Off with your coat and right down here in front of me with your mouth wide open. Otherwise you get pushed head first into one of your ovens."
Jodi always was good at motivating people. Helen dropped her coat down over her arms and every guy in the room took a deep breath at the sight of her plump body in the pink underwear. Nobody looked more wistfully at those huge cups than me: once those tits were freed up and Helen was getting totally shagged those boobs were going to be bouncing from her waist to her chin. In the meantime she went down on knees as demurely as a whore in church and tugged at Jodi's zip without needing to be told.
"Are you going to stay to watch this, Janice?" Jodi asked. "I don't mind if you don't, it should be quite a performance."
Janice turned her head and then her body, stumbling away towards the shop front, punch drunk, and leaving Helen to begin sucking Jodi. I followed Janice, looking at those smooth haunches underneath the white coat and thinking that fucking the other sister first might make up for missing out on the sight of Helen getting her dough thoroughly mixed.
In the meantime the respectable Mrs Johnson turned the sign around in the window again, and then stared at me as if trying to make believe that nothing had happened and that her sister wasn't in the next room being forced to commit mass fellation on her knees for a gang of thugs. But there I was, as large as life and twice as ugly, with the catapult ready to aim. She shook her head in bewilderment.
"Who are you? Sir."
"Nobody you're going to find out about. Look out, somebody's coming."
