The Busty Blonde Wives Of Titshurt
Chapter 3

Copyright© 2007 by Jennifer Nugent

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - All the wives in the wealthy, secluded town of Titshurt are beautiful young blondes with massive tits, and Tara thinks it's odd that none of them object to the cruel, unnecessary torments being forced on their tender breasts, day and night! Why do these women put up with it? The other wives keep telling Tara she'll find out on Saturday night, and sure enough, Tara soon discovers: Seven days of boob-abuse is worth the relief these sexy young wives receive at the weekly Titshurt Town Meeting!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Rape   Coercion   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Humor   Cheating   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Sadistic   Torture   Swinging   Group Sex   Interracial   White Couple   Black Male   White Male   White Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Size   Leg Fetish   2nd POV  

"Don't you have any regular bras? Bras that don't torture my breasts?"

"I'm beginning to lose patience with you, Mrs. Brinks," Sheriff Williams scolded as she hurried across Main Street toward him, her wobbling jugs still unfettered by a bra.

"But I went back to the hotel room to get a bra out of my suitcase, and all of them were gone! All of them! Someone broke into our room, and stole nothing but my bras!"

The sheriff's expression changed from anger to alarm. "Stolen? Right out of your hotel room? Well, I won't stand for that in my town. No ma'am. I'm going inside to fill out a report right now, and I'll get one of my deputies on the case."

Tara breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Sheriff Williams wasn't so mean after all. "Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.

He winked at her. "Call me Sheriff Tom," he said, then added: "I'm going inside to start my report, so why don't you hurry over to Brandi's Bras & Things, and get those funbags of yours properly concealed."

Tara was confused. "Funbags?"

Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them.

"Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, watching them shimmy. "Yes, they are kind of fun sometimes."

After the sheriff went into his office, Tara passed the real estate office and kept walking up the sidewalk to the bra store.

It was huge! The store was so big that, even though she could see the bras on display through the front window, she still wondered if she was at the right place.

Tara looked up at the huge sign above the door: Brandi's Bras & Things. This was obviously the right shop. But why would such a small town have such a huge store, right there on Main Street, devoted primarily to selling bras?

She looked at the businesses across the street. From left to right, she saw a liquor store, a general store, a hardware store, a library, the hotel and a sporting goods store. The hotel was by far the largest establishment on that side of the street. On this side, Tara saw a service station, the court house, the sheriff's office, the real estate office, the bra store and a cafe.

Brandi's Bras & Things was as big as the hotel across the street!

Tara went inside, where she was greeted by Brandi herself. "Hello, how can I help you?" Brandi asked. Brandi was another big-boobed blonde, also young and pretty, and also squirming uncomfortably as she tried to hide an expression of distorted pain behind her smile.

The braless newcomer explained her predicament to Brandi as she looked around the shop. There were hundreds, possibly thousands of bras here, of every color and style imaginable, and they were all huge!

"Let me pick out a few of my favorites for you," Brandi suggested, "and we'll take them to a fitting room where you can try them on."

Once Brandi had Tara in the fitting room, she helped Tara out of her little T-shirt. "My, that's a beautiful set," Brandi remarked, here eyes following Tara's pair as they bounced playfully for her.

Tara didn't like the first bra. It had metal studs sewn into the insides of the cups, and the metal studs really hurt her breasts! "I don't even like to wear bras at all," Tara explained, "but this one is especially painful!"

So Brandi suggested she try on another, but it was lined with a rough fabric which reminded Tara of sandpaper! "Ow," she squealed, "take it off me, hurry, help me get it off!"

 
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