Makeout Session and Fellatio

You back up against the headboard of your bed, taking a moment to settle in before beckoning her over.

"Come here." you command, and she acquiesces without a word, lowering herself into an awkward kneel before you. Her hands come to rest on her knees, no longer engaged in the fruitless task of hiding her chest, but the depth of her blush and inconsistency of her gaze makes her discomfort plain to see.

"Have you sucked a dick before, Sis?" you suddenly inquire. She tenses up immediately, fingertips curling against her palms in response to the boldness of your question.

"N-No."

"Have you fucked?"

"No! Oh my god... I'm not like that."

"Have you even kissed a guy before?"

"...Well, yes," she replies, bowing her head in unwarranted shame, "Not, like, for real though... Not with tongue."

"Then let's start there."

Rouge barely has time to look taken aback before you've cupped one side of her face and pressed your lips to hers. Your tongue penetrates without delay, and she rebels a little out of instinct... But she quickly readjusts to the realities of her situation, allowing you free reign of her oral cavity.

She allows your seeking tongue to bully her own into submission, offering only a token amount of resistance as it's wrestled against her molars and the roof of her mouth. Saliva dribbles freely from your mingled lips as the kiss intensifies, and - to your great delight - you even begin to hear her moaning.

You start to feel her up, briskly swatting her hand away when it moves to deny you. She can only gasp and squirm as you grope her fleshy, artificial tits without reservation, her cries becoming lost in the passionate chaos of your kiss each time you tighten your grip or tweak her sensitive nipples. After several minutes of this you finally relent, leaving your lover free to splutter and cough as you reach down to tug your rigid shaft out into the open.

Rouge stares down at it with fear in her eyes, no doubt intimidated by its prodigious size. Standing at an impressive 9 inches long, your cock is more than capable of plumbing the deepest regions of the girl's 3-and-a-half-foot foot frame - and judging from the way she's looking at it, your Love Doll knows it.

"Suck it," you order, taking a moment to recline in anticipation of your sister's oral ministrations, "Take it right to the base - I don't want to have to use you like a toy."

"D-Dan..." she warbles, as if she'd thought to entreat you for mercy... But whatever words she planned to speak end up dying in her throat. Instead, the girl swallows and obediently takes your cocktip into her mouth, her eyes still misty with the residue of unshed tears.

"AAWwwh yyeah..." you grunt, taking her head in your hand. You toy with her headfur while subtly guiding her movements, pressing her deeper into your lap each time she recoils. Rouge squirms and gags, unaccustomed to such treatment... But, due to her lack of experience, the involuntary contractions of her throat end up providing the most exquisite sensation, spurring you onward in your quest to achieve the most satisfying climax possible.

"MM-MMMH!! MMMMMMHHHH!!!" she grumbles, and quite loudly - but the words and much of their volume are muffled by your cock, which has now been almost entirely subsumed by your Love Doll's lips. She pounds on your thighs with both hands, having clearly been pushed to the brink of desperation by your harsh treatment, but you aren't about to let up now. You DID warn her, after all...

You react by shoving your cock down her gullet with unprecedented ****, burying her snout firmly in your pubes as you begin to grind your hips in preparation for the inevitable cumshot. Rouge practically goes limp in the process, left with little choice but to allow herself to be used as an onahole - she slobbers and sobs as your shaft begins to pulsate with the promise of imminent discharge, leaving her totally unprepared for the finale: a swift withdrawal of your member, followed by a hot, sticky facial of epic proportions.

Your dick spurts cum like a firehose, lavishing layers of messy goo upon every exposed inch of her upper body. Her face is utterly drenched in the stuff - you wouldn't be surprised if it got in her eyes - and it dribbles from her heaving breasts in rivulets, pooling in the gap between her thighs. She whimpers all the while, obviously ashamed by this turn of events... But the presence of the recently-opened container in your bedroom is more than enough to reassure you about the ethical implications of your actions.

"That was great," you sigh, taking a moment to stroke her cheek before releasing your hold on her head; "You ready for more?"

Rouge doesn't answer with words, still visibly overwhelmed by the events of the last few minutes, but she still has the presence of mind to offer an almost imperceptible nod.