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THE CHOIR SINGS
a JEP story
She said, “What the hell – let's have a tomato throwing contest!”
The three instigators had backed up and were standing about twelve feet from the impaled victims. Connie picked up a soft tomato and let fly with a surprising show of athleticism. The tomato hit Sandy cleanly on the side of her face, exploding in a burst of red pulp, covering her face and hair and sliding down her body. At that, Jim and Jackie and Connie began throwing rotten tomatoes as quickly as they could pick them up. Soon, the sisters were completely coated with spoiled tomato pulp, red juices and seeds and sloppy stuff completely covering their heads, their tits, their stomachs, their thighs, and saturating their pussy hair. They were completely forlorn as their screams had morphed into low rumblings of sorrow and shame.
The sky was high and the sun was beating down ferociously. Quickly the sisters' body heat, coupled with the sun's heat, began turning the garbage over their bodies into a stinking, sweltering mess. Despite their good bodies, they were not very alluring as they had been turned into heaps of smelly, unattractive, piles of refuse. In addition to this, their pussys and ass holes were still in terrible torment from the wooden pickets that were still invading their private parts. They tried not to move because all movement seemed to aggravate the tender linings of their two lower tunnels. Yet they couldn't help shifting the weight on their bare feet and this seemed to only induce more pain into their bodies.
Connie suggested they have a beer so Jim and Jackie and Connie decided to leave the sisters to their own devices for a while. They returned after about forty-five minutes and the stench was overwhelming. The girls were blubbering and muttering unintelligible sounds as they stood there impaled on the fence, garbage still clinging to their naked bodies. Jim said he had to piss so Connie held his dick as he let loose with a solid stream of urine. Connie directed his pulsating dick so that the stream struck each sister equally, mixing with the rotting tomatoes, bringing a new aroma to the whole mess.
The girls could look down and see what was happening to them and their sobs became even more pitiful. Jim finally finished and Jackie reached around and rubbed the palm of her hand on the end of his dick to remove the last remnants of pee that was dribbling from his piss slit. At that he realized that Jackie had been converted to a new sexual being and he knew that things could only get better for him.
He asked Connie if she had a means of cleaning off the two heaps of human garbage. Connie replied by bringing out a high-pressure spray system that the used to clean the sides of her house. She set it up and quickly a solid stream of incredibly high-pressure water shot from the nozzle on to the two sisters. They screamed as the force of the stream forced the insides of their bodies against the unmovable pickets. As they screamed, the stream did its job – washing away all remnants of their garbage-laden bodies. The force turned their white skins completely red and they were now screaming louder from more and different pain. Finally, they were clean, droplets of water running between their breasts, down into their pussy hair, creating a solid mat of human hair – covering their tunnels of love.
Connie and Jackie then went and lifted each sister rudely from their pickets. Each sister screamed mightily as the rough wood scraped her inner linings with no mercy whatsoever. Both sisters were allowed to collapse in a heap on the bare ground. As they lay there, their three oppressors began kicking them. Jim concentrating on the four tits, of which there seemed to always be one available for his blows. Jackie concentrated on their ass and pussy. She seemed to have unerring skill at burying her foot in one of the crevices. Connie simply kicked anything else that was available, landing blows on thighs, kidneys, and shoulders. It became an old-fashioned “stomp” party as the three kickers gained accuracy and strength.
The kickers grunted satisfyingly each time that one of their feet buried itself in solid flesh. Jackie particularly liked it when one of her feet actually burrowed itself in one of their cavities. Sarah and Sandy were trying to protect themselves as best they could but they were totally unable to fend off six swinging legs and feet. Soon the three instigators had worked up a sweat and were gasping from air because of their efforts. They finally stopped with hands on hips, looking at their bruised, crying victims. Sandy and Sarah were completely defeated – physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Jim grabbed one leg of Sandy, Connie and Jackie each grabbed one of Sarah's legs and they began pulling them back into the house. The sisters offered no resistance as their bare bodies bumped along the ground. As they were dragged, pieces of their flesh – particularly on their butts – were ripped off of their bodies.
The two sisters had been dragged into the huge four-car garage. They were lying on the rough concrete, their bodies aching in terrible main. They were moaning in low guttural sounds as they tried to recover from the abuse they had just endured. Their emotions were completely spent and they were at the point of wondering if they would live through this ordeal. They could not understand how their so-called friends had turned so viciously on them. Jackie and Connie were also trying to understand what had taken over their psyche to cause them to enjoy the infliction of so much pain and degradation on their former friends. Yet, they both knew they were enjoying themselves tremendously as they had descended into this whole new world.
Jim was assessing the situation and trying to determine what should be next in their adventure. He asked Connie and Jackie to hold up their right hand and forearm to compare their sizes. They did so with a questioning look on their faces. Even though Connie was much more voluptuous than Jackie, their hand and arm was about the same size. Jackie's arm was covered with more hair and Connie's fingernails were longer, but the physical sizes were almost exactly the same. Jim asked Connie to trim her nails as short as possible and he told her she would understand in a moment. She did so with a bit of reluctance because she had a certain vanity about her appearance. However, she trusted him and she trimmed them immediately.
He then asked Connie if she could spread the sisters' legs and secure them in an upright position. Connie immediately produced rope and pointed to the overhead beams in the garage. At that, Connie and Jackie set to work as they tied ropes around the sisters' ankles, spread their legs as wide as possible, threw the ropes over the beams, and hoisted the sisters' legs until they were stretched tight.
The ropes were secured and the three of them admired their handiwork. Two pussies were spread wide and aimed high. The sisters were almost resting on the backs of their necks due to the way they were trussed. Jim proposed a contest. He asked the four bitches if they had ever heard of ‘fisting'. Jackie and Connie wagged their heads ‘no'. Sarah and Sandy simply stared in space, as they made no reply. Jim proposed a contest in which Jackie and Connie each took a sister and determined how deep they could bury their hand and arm in the upturned pussy. Connie and Jackie immediately had a gleam in their eye as they thought of the ramifications of this.
Sarah and Sandy began begging that this new invasion not be imposed upon them. Their pleas were useless. Then, Connie and Jackie began their preparation. Connie brought out a huge can of Crisco. They both began liberally slapping the white substance on to their hand and forearm. Soon, from the elbow down, they looked like they had a huge white, sloppy club hanging from their elbows. Connie advanced on Sarah, Jackie advanced on Sandy . The sisters were pleading with all their might, begging that Connie and Jackie remember their religious background.
Connie and Jackie simply said in unison, “Fuck you, you bitch sisters!”
Then they curled their hands as tightly as possible and began the invasion. The sisters were screaming. The intruders were working their hands back and forth, gradually imposing their anatomy on the sisters' anatomy. Soon they both had their hands completely immersed in the sex organs. Jim was in awe as he saw the stretching capabilities of a pussy. He knew that birth certainly indicated the potential but he would not have believed this if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. The sisters were screaming now at the top of their lungs – begging for relief. There was no relief.
The two pussies now each had a hand buried to the wrist within them. White Crisco had scraped off and was ringing the wrists, filling the gaps between the pussy hairs. Connie and Jackie were twisting and pushing, forcing their hand deeper into the sex tunnel. The sisters were once again screaming. Their screams had a raspy quality as all of the vocal efforts had begun to wear on the feminine vocal cords. Each intruder had now buried themselves so that at least half of their forearm was engulfed by the pussy that was designed to expel large objects rather than take them in. Connie and Jackie felt as though they had bottomed out and could go no further. They then changed their tactics and began swishing around their arm and hand, while also trying to open and flex their fingers that were immersed in female inner parts. Jim was looking on with interest and a touch of disbelief. He never dreamed that a pussy could accommodate so much length and thickness.
He looked around the garage, trying to find something that could add to the sisters' distress. Finally, his eyes found a scrub brush used to clean charcoal grills. He took it and kneeled over Sarah's writhing body. Her nipples were still impaled by the corn cob holders. The pain here was intense but almost invisible in comparison to what was working on her sex. He ripped the holders from her nipples and she scarcely noticed. Then he began ‘scrubbing' her tender nipples and tits with the abrasive grill brush. Sarah let out a new screech that hit a new high in pitch. Even Sandy was distracted from her pussy pain and looked over to see what new trauma had been introduced. She was horrified, horrified because she knew she was probably next. She saw her sister's tender mammary being vilified and traumatized. And, sure enough, Jim moved over and began the same process on Sandy 's tits.
She felt as though her nipples were being ground off of her body. She somehow managed to wonder what permanent scars would be left on her body – if she even survived this ordeal. In the meantime, Sarah was trying to stroke her own tits to relieve some of the burning sensation. It was difficult to do this because she still had a hand and a forearm inside of her most sensitive cavity and the invader was working relentlessly to move and expand her pussy opening.
When he had finally finished he looked around some more. His eyes saw a bag of water softener salt leaning against a far wall. He walked over, lifted the bag, opened its top and began dumping the huge salt pellets directly on top of Sandy 's and Sarah's torn tits. They screamed as the salt fragments touched their torn tits. They felt as though their body was feeling pain at every nerve ending. They were soon to discover how wrong they were!
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