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Subject: {ASSM} "BAKED 'N' SHAKED" (M+/F/F; n/c; work)
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"BAKED 'N' SHAKED" (M+/F/F; n/c; work)

By

David Shaw
<shaw.alphamale@gmail.com>

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

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Jodi Malenger 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 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."

"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
somehow Helen wasn't in the mood for gossip right then and even the
old bag finally got the message. 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. Janice 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. One thing about it, she'd certainly
stopped looking sulky.

"Hey, your sister's pretty good at sucking pricks" I said to Helen.
"You want to take a look?"

Helen 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 Helen 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 Helen's's figure than in anything else. Not that she noticed.
Helen had her mind on other things and as soon as the boys gone I
opened the door again. We could hear Janice 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 an udder each, rubbing in the oil. Here, take a look."

Helen 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 her jaw dropped when she saw
that what I was telling her was really happening to Janice.

"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 something that's self raising, and it won't be flour."

"Oh God," Helen 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 bakehouse 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 -- 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 Helen
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 Janice, 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
Helen saw that I'd also 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 sure had Janice squealing and bucking as she
realized her magic moments were being recorded.

"Jesus!" Helen 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 -- hardly anything on underneath
your white coat?"

"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 Bun the Baker 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 as a clear threat and her mouth was
closed again, but this time 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 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 Janice is taking the other three guys now", I told Janice.
"All at once. I hope she's not shy."

Helen's 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 condom 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
Helen obviously hadn't tried before but she soon got the measure of
it. About six 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. When my obliging hostess was as near to choking as
I dared let her I stepped back from the toilet.

"Stand up."

Helen 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, rubbing my cock up against her shit ring
at the same time. She snorted 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."

Helen 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 finally fell off, into the bowl.
Not that it mattered, she wasn't going to get much of a view anyway
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. A 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
inside the bog bowl. So that was Helen sorted out, 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 Helen's head still
down there. She spluttered and yelped as I wondered if her glasses had
gone around the U-bend, not that I cared, because I'd 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 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, Helen'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 Helen as if I was never going to stop.

When I came up for air I found that Janice was standing behind me.
Wearing nothing but her shoes, her bra around her waist and an
expression very different from when we'd first grabbed her. Now 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 Helen
down in her lap and told Janice to finger Helen's cunt while we
watched. Afterwards Helen got her head shoved back down the bowl once
more while Jodi got behind her. He had Janice standing astride Helen's
shoulders and reaching underneath to tickle her sister's clit for him
while he fucked Helen, and Jacko and I held up Janice's tits for Jodi
to suck on as he was humping away. After that we took the sisters 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, with our handy snapshots we knew we could
always come back for some more hot rolls -- free, gratis and on the
house.

THE END

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