Roger: crush contest
03-Aug-98 17:27:45

My girlfriend Kathy and I have been into the crush fetish ever since we have been together (that is about 3 years) and her family runs a chicken farm just outside of Manchester. She completely hates chickens since she has been raised around them all of her life (she thinks they are the dirtiest creatures on the planet and I must agree with her) and nothing gives her more satisfaction than to kill a chicken with nothing but her bare hands. Kate told me stories on how she and her brother used to go out to the chicken pen and go kill chickens for the family dinner. As for ourselves, we would occasionally go out there, grab a nice fat hen, and I would watch her kill and crush this hen. Her favorite method was to whip the chicken around by its neck (snapping the neck) and then she would jump up and down on it, listening to the bones crackle under her tremendous weight. Just to simply watch her dominate and mutilate this chicken gives me a raging stiffy. Last month, I went over to her house and her childhood/best friend Beth was over there, visiting. Kate's family was gone on holiday for the weekend so we had the house to ourselves. We tapped into her the family liquor cabinet and all three of us started to get quite sloshed on her parent's Scotch. We sat around the living room table - playing drinking games and chatting about. Soon after, the subject turned to chicken killing. Kate and Beth told me stories on how the both of them once killed four chickens after Beth's boyfriend broke up with her and they pretended that the chickens were men. They were casually talking about this like how guys would sit around drunk and talk about cow tipping in the farm fields. As they were telling me this story, I started to pop a standing hampton right there and then Kate jumped up and said, "I know, let's go out there and smash some up". We all agreed (me being the most enthused) and we all dragged our drunken selves out there. When we got to the hen house, Beth and Kate were staggering by the hen cages and started to pick out their chickens, saying belligerent things to them like, "I'm gonna crush the living piss out of you, you bastard". Then, a bolt of lightning struck across me mind and I suggested that they have a crush contest. This was how the game worked: Kate's dad had a really large old oak table being stored out there and the rule was very simple. Kate was one side of the table, Beth on the other side and the chickens were taped along side each other in the middle of the table. Then, each would crush their chickens by sitting on them (almost like a balloon popping contest) and I would time them with my watch and see which chicken was crushed the best after five minutes. Well, they picked their chickens and we taped the hens to the table with industrial tape. Both of them were wearing sundresses and so they raised their skirts to reveal their delicious looking bums. They hovered and aimed their arses over the chickens (Beth kept swaying and falling over) and waited for my signal. I pulled out my watch and yelled, "On your mark…Get set….and..CRUSH"! And away the both of them went and what a crush fanatic's dream! They both went into a loud laughing fit as their bums came crashing down on their own hens and nothing but the sound of cracking bones and squished flesh filled the air. I was getting too excited, watching them crush away with pure enjoyment and I started to wank right there. Kate was winning by a land slide as her hen was practically squashed into a flat cake and the guts and blood were flying all over the table and her bum cheeks. Beth was doing a pretty good job herself and her hen's fate was slowing getting sealed as her arse thrashed the chicken with tremendous force. There was nothing like watching these two gorgeous girls move their bums up and down so violently and working so hard to kill these hens and I couldn't take it anymore. I ran over and straddled the table and proceeded to shoot my spunk all over the hens and their asses. After nearly passing out, the contest reached five minutes and I yelled STOP! They turned around and Kate jumped up and down gleefully and yelled, "I BEAT YOU! I WON"! And I agreed: there was nothing but 2 severely crushed hens, blood, guts, and spunk on the table and Beth demanded a rematch. We had a rematch I will tell you more about that in Part II…..All I have to say is that I am one lucky man to have a girlfriend and her best friend enjoy what I love most - the art of crush.