Rape her throat

Hazel continues sobbing pathetically as you grip her skull with both hands and thrust your hips into her face. Her jaw clicks as it stretches wide open; a gigantic, rock hard erection is shoveled into her too-small mouth. Quickly filling her oral cavity to maximum capacity, you grunt and simply pull on her hair harder, mashing the head of that fat cock against the back of her throat.

*blrrrrt - BLEEUUUGH!*

A wet, pained snort emanates from below as the teen’s gag reflex is abruptly and roughly tested. Her body’s defences fail said test with embarrassing rapidity, the results bathing your crotch in the remainder of her dinner as she hurls chunks for the second time this evening.

Her helplessness doesn’t go unabused. Bracing and pulling on her pigtails even harder, you grind her tonsils against your fuck stick as she gurgles and blows sloppy spit bubbles, kicking and slapping in vain at whatever she can reach whilst pinned between the tight grip of her sister and home invader.

“pffft, glrrrrk!”

A vein pulses on her forehead and her face starts to flush a deep red as she’s denied air. You respond to her body’s desperate demands for oxygen by gripping her hair harder and pulling her head closer to your groin with a wet splat, denying her any.

A short battle takes place with the entrance to Hazel’s throat blocking you passage on one side, and your straining biceps and throbbing, rigid cock on the other. It doesn’t last for very long, and you grunt in pleasure as your cock swiftly forces its way past the girl’s tonsils and is engulfed by the hot, tight embrace of her throat.

More puke bubbles between the tight seal of your shaft and her obscenely stretched lips. You push harder, forcing some of the slop back down the wrong way, eliciting a series of desperate, spit-clogged coughs that vibrate down your cock. It’s more air she can’t afford to lose, and won't be getting back until you decide. Your priorities are crystal clear: blowing the fattest nut possible, punishing Kristi vicariously through the abuse of her entire family, getting back to Blowjob Universe to use those portal buttons once Kristi eventually cracks - and then far, far down the list - if it’s even on there - allowing Hazel to breathe.

In fact, the more she suffocates on cock, the more distressed her older sister becomes, which simply helps serve your goals. So really, the fact that the barely legal teenager’s face is now starting to turn purple and her eyes are rolling back into her head is a good thing!

Kristi would appear to disagree, lets go of her sister’s wrists in concern for her, disobeying you as Hazel’s thrashing gets progressively weaker as she starts to lose consciousness.

“Glrrrrrrk- … … …”

You compensate by gripping and pushing harder, cramming the entire length of your erection down her oesophagus. With your cock head tapping at the entrance to the sphincter of her stomach, Hazel is skewered like a sacrificial pig on a stick.

“Oh god, David! Please! Let her breathe!” Kristi pleads.

“No. I’m not done. Help out or watch, I don’t care which.” Hazel sags like a puppet with cut strings, only her loose pigtails wrapped around your fists and the penis embedded in her gullet prevent her from falling prone. Her lips start to turn blue as slimy white froth bubbles from between them to hang in languid strands as lifeless as her mind.

“You might want to help though, or this could take a while,” you add.

Kristi panics, and scrambles to look for any part of your cock left to stroke or lick at in a desperate attempt to make you cum faster.

“Ugh! Just… fucking choke her,” you grunt. “Milk that cock like I’m in a disposable cock sleeve. If you’re lucky, I might cum before she gets permanent brain damage.” You laugh as Kristi frets, sobs and rushes to comply.

You feel a pleasant tightness on your shaft as Kristi wraps her hands around her sister’s bulging neck and starts to squeeze, masturbating you through Hazel’s throat.

“Harder.”

Her lower lip quivers but she still squeezes as you buck your hips, alternating her milking motion for extra stimulation as you start to throatfuck Hazel in earnest.

“Harder!”

Kristi’s fingers dig into her sister’s neck, hard enough to bruise. Her skin bulges between her sister’s fingers, Kristi applying her full strength in a desperate attempt to provide enough stimulation to your cock to trigger an orgasm. The deepthroat is eerily quiet - the usual glucks and gags now absent due to the complete air tightness of the girl’s gullet. Instead, the wet sounds of a frictionless, puke lubed neck being jerked off and Kristi’s wretched crying are all the background noise you have, or could ever need.

*Shlk, shlk, shlk… spLLRrRLp*

You wrap one leg around the girl’s head and clench, crushing her nose into your crotch as hard as you possibly can. Her teeth dig into your groin at the base of your shaft as you flex your pelvic muscles and revel in the sensation of her choking, unconcious body.

Your cock twitches and precum backlogs out her nose in slow, steady streams. Knocking insistently at the entrance of her stomach, a fresh wave of watery vomit answers, spewing from both nostrils in long ropey threads to decorate her face. The blue tinge in her lips is spreading. Her eyes have rolled back, only the bloodshot whites showing. Any remaining makeup has long since mixedinto the mass of regurgitated precum smearing her once pretty face, and black mascara tears have given her precum-blasted messy panda eyes.

A few more savage thrusts, and you finally deaw back with a wet slurping suction. Not that you care for this piece of fuck meat, or Kristi’s hysteria as she rushes to turn her sister over and check that she’s still breathing (the answer is yes, eventually). It’s just that there are two other holes you have yet to violate, and Kristi isn’t breaking yet.

Time to step it up, then.

Ignoring the sisters’ cooperative effort to purge the last of your backlogged seminal fluid so that Hazel can once again experience the joy of being able to breathe, you clamber down from the table and shuffle on top of Hazel, spreading her soft little ass cheeks and tilting your bitch breaker down to peel apart the folds of her tiny pink pussy.

She’s dry, and very tight, but brute force and the copious fluids coating your shaft easily make up the difference, and her cunt is soon stretched to near breaking point around your shaft.

Hazel groans and coughs up viscous milky cock-snot as you hammer deeper, making steady headway with each thrust. You have to grip her waist and pull her back to prevent her sliding across the floor.

“Keep her down, Kristi,” you snarl, wrapping your hands around Hazel’s neck before she has a chance to recover. “Gonna rip this fucking pussy open.”

“Please, stop!” Kristi begs, choking back more tears. “You don’t have to do this!”

“Don’t I?” you answer, forcing some more cock into the overfilled snatch. “You’re going to give me full admin control over the entirety of MY Universe?”

“David, please, I…” She seems to deflate, a sad little broken mess. “I…”

“And every other Universe? As is my FUCKING RIGHT?!”

You force yet another inch into Hazel’s unprotected cunt. You feel yourself bottoming out and push harder. She screams.

“Who’s it gonna be, Kristi? Every other fucking cunt in every other Universe, or just you, your sister and your mother, over and over again until they fucking BREAK?!”

Hazel is scrambling, nails scratching the kitchen floor, trying to escape. You move your hands from her waist to her bruised neck again, gripping hard enough to silence her screams as you pound her cervix into submission. She claws at your hands weakly, gasping for air, tongue dangling. You re-adjust your grip and squeeze harder until your thumbs touch.

“How much more of this do you think she can take, bitch?”

Kristi trembles, and opens her mouth to answer.