Ongoing Story\"Do me hard! I'll do anything you ask of me!"

From Create Your Own Story

Chapter 6: Sister Act, act II

"Do me hard! I'll do anything you ask of me!" you tell your sister. "Anything!"

"I may hold you to that promise", Tracy replies as she pulls an object from the bag.

At first, you don't believe your eyes. It's an absolutely enormous dildo! It's at least fifteen inches long, and thickens from two inches just below the head to a monstrous four inches in diameter at the root! It's black, and sculptured just like a real cock (if any existed of that gargantuan size), and is covered in heavy veins.

You can only gasp at the sight. Tracy sees the mix of lust and fear in your eyes. "Oh, yes, Lisa. I will use this on you. And it will hurt. But I promise you you will learn to love it."

Using a leather contraption, Tracy straps the enormous dildo to her crotch. It looks like she just grew an impossibly large, black cock. She walks over to you again, kneels and forces you down on all fours, with your head at her crotch.

"Now suck me, sister! It will go in your cunt next, so you'll really want to make it wet first!"

You gulp, and obey, just as you promised. You part your lips as wide as you can, and take the head of the monstrosity into your mouth.

"Deeper!" Tracy orders you.

You do your best to obey, and actually manage to take four or five inches of the enormous dildo into your mouth. After that, you're beginning to gag at the intrusion of the thick cock-head to the back of your throat.

"Not good enough!" Tracy says. She grabs the sides of your head, and pushes the grotesquely oversized member down your throat. You gag uncontrollably, your whole body spasming, and your jaws start aching as they're forced open wider than nature ever intended them to. Inch after inch, the dildo forces it's way into you, and when Tracy finally lets up the pressure, you have taken an incredible nine inches! You can't breathe -- the dildo fills your throat, making a clearly visible bulge -- and when Tracy doesn't withdraw, you panic. You thrash around, tears running down your cheeks, desperately trying to dislodge the intruder, but in vain. Only when you surrender yourself to Tracy's wishes, your body no longer responding to your will and consciousness slipping away, she finally withdraws the strap-on. You gasp for air, coughing and spasming. Tracy looks at you, saying

"Pretty good for a virgin. You will learn better. And now, it's time for me to take your virginity."

You manage to speak, weakly, and say:

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