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 tits. 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 tit 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 tit. 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
stirred.
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.”
It was an old woman who wanted a small brown loaf and a chat. But
Janice wasn’t in the mood and even the old bag finally got the
message, after about five minutes of being carefully ignored. She
eventually walked out, looking offended. I’d had to close the inner
door while she was there, keeping hunkered up in a corner behind a
rack of cakes, but as soon as the shop was empty again I took a quick
look out back. Helen had almost reached the end of the line. She was
red faced and short of breath, holding Mark’s cock steady with one
hand as she ran her tongue up and down it whilst pumping up Will with
her other hand. All the other guys were stripped off and displaying
the wet shiny wet tools that Helen had already lubricated for them.
“Hey, your sister’s pretty good at sucking pricks” I said to Janice.
“You want to take a look?”
Janice stared at me, pushed her glasses up her nose, then suddenly
took a step or two towards me and the partly opened door. She stopped,
I took her hand, pulled her closer and she looked over my shoulder.
“God! I mean, God, sir!”
I saw another customer at the entrance and sent Janice back behind the
counter. This time it was two boys who wanted some cream cakes. Though
from the way they lingered I think they were more interested in
admiring Janice’s figure than in anything else. Not that she noticed.
Janice had her mind on other things and as soon as the boys gone I
opened the door again. We could hear Helen squealing, loud enough to
echo around the shop.
“She’s getting the coconut oil treatment,” I explained. “We bought a
bottle of it to oil your tits up with. She’s sitting on the end of the
table with her hands being held behind her neck while all the lads
take turns at a tit each, rubbing in the oil. Here, take a look.”
Janice didn’t hesitate this time. Never mind what she’d said to Jodi,
she didn’t seem to have any problems now about wanting to see what was
going on. She looked through the door and saw that what I was telling
her was the truth.
“Oh, God, sir, you’re really going to fuck her, aren’t you? You really
are.”
“That’s right,” I said. “All of us, and then it’s going to be your
turn.”
I pushed her back into the shop: “But not until we’ve given your
sister what’s coming to her.”
“Oh God,” Janice said again. She ran her fingers over her hair, pushed
her glasses up her nose once more, her cheeks looked as if they
burning hotter than the ovens. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe
how organized you are, sir. Have you done this before?”
“Dozens of times, dozens of times. Been a few months since we had a
pair of sisters though.”
“And nobody’s caught you yet — sir?”
“Nobody’s come looking. Because none of the ladies wanted us showing
around the photographs we take of them. So they don’t tell anybody,
and neither do we.”
“Photographs — oh God!”
“Customer coming,” I said, and ducked out of sight.
It was a middle aged guy who bought a loaf of bread and left
straightaway. If I’d been in his shoes I reckon I’d have asked Janice
if she wanted some clothing loosened before she fainted but apparently
he didn’t notice anything odd about her appearance. Daft sod. Anyway,
she was over at my side in a flash as I opened the door again. We
couldn’t see much of Helen, not for the crowd around the table but we
could see her heavy work shoes locked together behind Jodi’s back as
he rammed her as thoroughly as a stallion earning a stud fee. Then
Janice saw that I’d been telling her the truth about the pictures
because Jacko lifted up a camera, aimed it down at the table and
touched off a flash. That had Helen squealing and bucking as she
realized her magic moments were being recorded.
“Jesus!” Janice moaned. “I’ve got to go to the loo, sir, I’m bursting
for a pee. It’s my nerves.”
“OK, put the closed sign up and keep the bog door open,” I said. Then
I followed her down the corridor to the toilet.
She stared at me as I watched her but unbuttoned the bottom of her
jacket anyway, then pulled her panties down to her knees and sat on
the toilet. Blue ones, this time.
“Are you dressed like your sister — fuck all underneath?”
“Yes, sir. It’s hot in the bake house.”
“It’s a fucking sight hotter in there right now. Come on, get on with
it.”
“I’m nervous. With you standing there, sir.”
I laughed and told her to put her hands behind her neck. Then I
stepped into the toilet until my knees were on the outside of hers and
pulled down my zip.
“This is a guaranteed cure for shyness,” I said. “Here, try it.”
My cock dropped down in front of her face. I took hold of the bottom
of the shaft and brushed the tip against her lips. She shut her eyes
and opened her mouth.
“Look up at me, slut.”
Mrs Johnson opened her eyes again and stared up at me as I grabbed the
back of her head and pulled it forward. I ran the tip of my prick
around her open lips again and she put out her tongue. A twist of one
curl of her hair and her mouth was closed again, with the old bald
headed devil’s head inside it and pressing down on her tongue.
Janice’s eyes peered up at me over the tops of her glasses as if I was
the most important man she’d ever seen and her cheeks puckered in as
she sucked my cock for me, apparently as hard as she could. At the
exact same moment I heard her pissing into the toilet bowl
“There you are” I told her. “I knew you’d stop being shy.”
Some high pitched sounds came down the corridor from the bakery. It
sounded like an ostrich being raped by an elephant.
“I think your sister is getting her first three way,” I told Janice.
Her eyelids fluttered, she twitched and then swallowed an amazing
amount of my meat. Amazing for such a respectable lady anyway.
Listening to her snorting away as if she trying to breathe through a
snorkel and feeling her slobbering all over my prick was a real treat.
Especially because every time I looked down she was still squinting up
at my face like a dog begging by the side of a table.
Oh, she was horny for it now but no more than I was.
I pulled a frenchie packet out of my pocket, already opened, pushed
her head back and shoved the rubber between her lips.
“Unroll it, with your mouth, all the way. Then I’m going to take you
walkies.”
Who says you can’t teach an old bitch new tricks. This was one that
Janice hadn’t tried before but she soon got the measure of it. About
eight inches in fact by the time she’d finished, with her nose pressed
into my pubes, my cock rubbing her tonsils and her glasses almost
falling off. I took the glasses off her head anyway and held them for
her, so they wouldn’t get broken. Jodi had always taught us to behave
politely to ladies in these sort of situations. When my press ganged
hostess was as near to choking as I dared let her I stepped back from
the toilet.
“Stand up.”
Janice rose up unsteadily, blinking at me like an owl, her blue
panties still caught around her knees.
“Turn around.”
She turned around, as awkwardly as the hobbled mare she was. I moved
up to her back, grabbed hold of the unbuttoned bottom of her shop coat
and wriggled it up over her hips, showing off her plump white arse
with the circular mark of the toilet seat still visible around all
those lovely wide spaces. She looked like an hippo in a ballerina
dress. I pressed against her, handing her glasses over her shoulder
and rubbing my cock up against her shit ring at the same time. She
snorted, grabbed at the glasses in my hand and tried to put them on
again as she rubbed her bum against my cock. It was like being sexed
up by an amorous cart horse. I whispered in her ear
“I’m having you first, slut, before the rest of the guys hold you down
next to your sister.”
Mrs Jackson almost buckled at the knees and whimpered with keen
anticipation at the threat. By then she was ready to take on the local
football team and most of the supporters as well. All it takes is a
little touch of Jodi magic.
“You know what we’re going to do to you two? We’re going to make you
squat down and drop your tits on the table and then we’re going to run
a rolling pin over them every time you’re not fucking the guy
underneath you hard enough.”
“Oh my God! You bastards! Sir!”
“You’re learning. Lean forward and put your hands on the sides of the
shit house seat. Stick your arse right up in front of me.”
She fumbled at the edges of the seat, put her hands down on the
plastic rim and leaned forward to move her weight on her braced arms.
I knelt down behind and slashed the panties apart on either side with
the knife, then whipped them off with a flourish like a conjuror
finishing off a trick. Not that anybody could see me, but there was at
least one person who was very interested in what I was doing. I leaned
forward and tied the remains of the panties around Janice’s neck, just
to remind of who was in charge. I noticed she had grey streaks showing
in her blonde hair and every time I touched her she twitched as if I
was applying electrodes to a pair of frog’s legs. I grabbed her neck
and pushed her face right down into the toilet bowl. The first thing
that happened was that those glasses fell off again, into he bowl. God
knows why she’d tried to put them on again anyway. She wasn’t going to
get much of a view from inside a crapper.
“Get your palms on the floor and your arse right up for me to fuck
you.”
“Yes, sir, yes, sir.”
What a sight she was. Huge great arse sticking up, a ruff of white
coat around it, her strong stocky legs stretched so wide apart each
foot was pressed against a toilet wall and her head out of sight in
the piss smelling bog bowl. So that was Janice dealt with, ready and
waiting for her first non-negotiable shag from anybody who wanted her.
And I wanted her, before the rest of the lads came for her.
One touch of her cunt, just one tickle of her clit, and she was
sounding off. She came as fast as any woman I’d ever fingered and the
way she clenched herself around my fingers was just brilliant. Still,
I can’t help being the little devil that I am, so I got her going
again, up on the toes and panting into the porcelain until she
climaxed again, and then I flushed the bog with Janice’s head still
down there. She spluttered and yelped I wondered if her glasses had
gone around the U-bend, not that I cared, because then I grabbed her
hips and put my plumber’s friend right down into her own hot love
oven.
Oh God, it was fantastic. She was so big I was more on top of her than
standing behind, and her legs were strong enough to support her weight
and mine as I plunged away on top of her with all the effortless grace
of a drunken sailor jumping fences on a bur spurred bronco. Not that
there was any chance of falling off, Janice’s cunt was holding on to
me too tightly for that. And wherever her glasses had gone, she was
definitely right round the bend herself by then. God, she was making a
noise down in that bowl.
“Yes, sir! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard, sir! Sir!”
I suddenly had the odd thought that water carries sound — I began
wondering if every shit house bowl in the street was sounding off like
an amplified porno sound track. That’d make an interesting complaint
for the water board to investigate. But before I could think anymore
about that a pair of long fingernails scratched me just behind the
balls and I shot my load into Janice as if I was never going to stop.
When I came up for air I found that Helen was standing behind me.
Wearing nothing but her shoes, her jewelry and an expression very
different from her early sulkiness. She looked now like she’d been
frog marched up the stairway to heaven, shot back down to earth on the
banister and was all set to do it again. She wanted a piss herself, so
we put her on the bowl, sat Janice down in her lap and told them to
finger each other cunts while we watched. Afterwards Janice got her
head shoved back down the bowl once more while Jodi got behind her. He
had Helen standing astride Janice’s shoulders and reaching underneath
to tickle her sister’s clit for him while he fucked Janice, and Jacko
and I held up Helen’s tits for Jodi to suck on as he was beavering
away. After that we took both of them back to the bake house for some
fooling around with a couple of big wooden spoons and a bowl of
whipped cream.
That was where we made our big mistake. We ended up eating far too
much of that stuff, but nowhere as much as Janice and Helen licked off
our cocks. Very queasy they were, both of them, but I don’t know
whether it was due to the whipped cream or swallowing too much of the
natural stuff. Never mind, we knew we could always come back for some
more hot rolls — free, gratis and on the house.