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Jodi Malenger and the gang stop by at the sisters' bakery to give the ladies a full tit weight and measurement check. Then the sisters get an offer they can't refuse to provide the boys with total customer satisfaction!
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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 woman had her sister helping her out at the bakery and she had a even bigger pair of dairy arrangements. They were both middle aged 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. Jodi thrust her 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, to find 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 large pearl earrings 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 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 younger one 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 aiming across the length of the small storeroom was like shooting fish in a barrel. His first shot hit home on sulky face's starboard udder with a terrific thump. She 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 tried to. 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 as good shot with that catty when shooting at her tits as when he was on her sister's. The marble caught Helen halfway down her cleavage and right on top of her right tit. It sounded like a bullet hitting a blancmange and the whole massive boob 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 spread out in abject surrender.
"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 Janice. Or perhaps she needs another reminder."
He snapped the rubber band on the catapult and the younger sister scuttled out of the room towards us as fast as she could.
Jodi took her by the hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it. Janice stared at him, glassy eyed, completely off balance between Jodi kissing her hand and the way he'd just hurt both of the wome. He snapped his fingers.
"Come on, Jacko, undo her buttons for her."
Jacko stood behind Janice, 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 Janice'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 his arm across it, grinning at Helen who was staring past him at the developing situation around her sister. Janice gasped as I touched her ear with the tip of my tongue. I knew Mickey was doing the same thing on the other side.
"Janice, 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 Janice's wrists were locked in Jacko's big paws. Jodi opened the front of the crisp white 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." Janice stuttered. "In the morning, when we're still baking, sir."
"No need to get nervous. How about you, Helen, you're not nervous, are you?"
Helen's eyes seemed to be swelling up behind her glasses as she stared into the bakehouse over Will's outstretched arm. She brushed away a few stray hairs from her flushed cheek and answered Jodi quickly.
"Yes, I'm nervous. Sir!"
"Oh, Well, perhaps you should be. Come over here and stand besides Janice."
Will let the woman come out and Helen 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 your ovens. 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 Janice's exposed D cups. She flinched and snorted as if she was a fly bitten filly.
"Please -- we're sisters," Helen 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, Helen, 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 Janice here, the way we'll leave her, she'll never want to look in a mirror again. Understand?"
Helen 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 say anything, then aim this right at her head, as hard as you can." He dropped a marble into my hand.
Helen'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, Janice, 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. Janice 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 her tits were let loose up and Janice was taking it doggy style those knockers were going to be bouncing off the floor. 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, Helen?" Jodi asked. "I don't mind if you don't, it should be quite a performance."
Helen turned her head and then her body, stumbling away towards the shop front, leaving Janice to begin sucking on Jodi like a fire pump. I followed Helen, 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 Janice getting her dough thoroughly mixed.
In the meantime the sexy looking shopkeeper turned the sign around in the window again, to 'OPEN' 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 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."
