Reagan Volunteers

"Hey, David! Are you in here?" Reagan offers as she enters the room. Her face lights up into a beaming smile when she realizes she's found you. "We're downstairs about to leave for the bar! Melanie asked me to come find you!" Her energy is extremely bubbly and cheerful, almost infectious. It was almost a shame you were going to ruin her night.

"Oh, OK!" you reply, mirroring her cheerleader-type energy. "I just dropped my wallet and kicked it under that bed, but I can't reach it. Wanna help me out?" Of course, you hadn't even brought a wallet with you, but that wasn't the point.

"Oh, sure!" she replies, immediately getting down onto all fours and peering under the bed while reaching with one arm. Eager not to waste time, you move quickly, to position yourself behind her and quickly kick your pants off into a random corner. Reagan's dress clung tightly to her round ass as it swung back and forth. "I don't see it, are you sure it's under here?" she called back without raising her head from the floor.

"Uh huh," you reply, barely registering her words. Your hand once again drifts to your busy cock, preparing for the inevitable.

"Well, I don't see it," Reagan says with a genial sigh before coming up to her knees. "Wanna get down here and hel- OH GOD!" She turns to find you pants-less with your legs spread wide, a heavy cock dangling between your thighs and a silly grin plastered across your face.

"Surprise!" you offer with your hands in the air. "Welcome to your initiation!"

"My what? What is happening?" Reagan looks around the room, perhaps expecting her sisters to burst from the bathroom and the closet. She hasn't moved from the floor, still frozen by confusion in a sitting position with her long, with her dress riding up to give a good view of her toned legs and thighs tucked underneath her.

"Well, the girls are SO ready for you to be their sister," you say, quickly coming up with another lie. "Melanie even wants to be your big sister!" You can see in her eyes, she not only believes you, but is ready to do whatever you ask to get there. "Buuuut, they need to know that you're committed. That you're willing to do ANYTHING for your sisters." You take one big step towards her and your cock is close enough to her now that you can feel her breath on your tip. "So, all you have to do is show me a good time and you're in."

"Wait, hold on, I don't understand," she says, shaking her head and trying to slide backwards. But with each inch she retreats, you take a step to close the distance once more. "A good time? Why you?"

"You're asking a lot of questions," you stall, too drunk to think up more specifics. "Makes me think you don't want it."

"No, I do, I do!" Reagan says

"Well," you say, pushing your hips out. "Prove it."

She gives you one last pleading look, before heaving a deep sigh and gingerly taking your half-hard cock in her hand. You shake a shiver of pleasure up through your spine and look down at her with a smile. "Go on, prove it." She nods her understanding and closes her eyes, lips parting to welcome your bulbous tip. You both groan - you in pleasure, Reagan in disgust - as her tongue swirls around you. It must be particularly musty for her after a day of running, sweating, and face-fucking with no shower. Reagan recoils and loudly gags at the taste, but you don't let her get far - slapping a hand on the back of her head to push her forward, easily ignoring her muffled protest to soak in the moment while your cock hardens in her mouth.

You can feel her body relax once she finally relents, but there's no excitement to her technique. You can almost feel the regret in as she dutifully sucks the salty layers of grime from your cock. You leave your hand on her head, but don't apply any pressure - for now - just to see what Reagan might do on her own. With a grimace painted across her face and eyes slammed shut, she lazily sucks the tip of your cock. Her lips barely touch your shaft and she tries to use her hand to do most of the work. When you gently press the back of her head to encourage her forward, and encounter resistance, that's the last straw.

"Oh, come on, Reagan," you chide. "Do you wanna join T.I.T or not?!"

"MMMESSS!" she replies, opening her eyes to look up at you, clearly annoyed

"Then suck it like you mean it!" You push down hard and catch her off guard, so your cock slides over her tongue and bumps against the back of her throat. Reagan lets out an immediate GUCK, but tries to relax her throat to let you in. You rear your hips back and slam forward again - and again and again - desperately trying to hammer your way inside. Her hands are on your thighs, trying desperately (and vainly) to slow you down. Eyes slammed shut, Reagan opens her mouth wide and crouches down giving you just the leverage you need. You slide into her throat with a slimy GLURK and hold there, feeling the tight grip of her throat with your balls dangling and bouncing against her chin as she gags. You can feel her trying, desperately, to raise her head against your grip, but her skull doesn't move a single centimeter. It doesn't take long for her shoulders to slump in resignation. Sensing the break in her spirit, you bend your knees and begin facefucking the leggy brunette hard and fast.

"Now THIS will get you in!" you yell with your head thrown backwards in gleeful exhilaration.

For a novice, she handles the rough treatment pretty well. She's no sword-swallower, but she's clearly been around her share of dicks. It would honestly be weirder if she hadn't - with such a bubbly, "pick me" personality and a body like a swimsuit model. Her tits bounce and shake inside her tight dress and her long, toned legs fruitlessly flex and kick in frustration. All that bubbly energy you'd seen her display all night was gone, replaced with resigned disappointment. It was a surprising, unfortunate way for the aspiring TIT sister's night to turn. Her arms hang limply at her sides now, perhaps the clearest signal that she's given up. The glossy sheen from her lips was gone, spread liberally across your shaft.

And while it might be the worst night of her life (so far), it was easily the best of yours. Your entire body felt like it was flexing while your hips seem to pump faster and faster. Your stamina seemed almost endless while your balls filled to bursting with every subsequent stroke.

"Yeah, come on, prove how bad you want it," you repeat on end, both of you stuck in a loop. Reagan gags and splurts, covering your crotch in spit and keeping you sufficiently lubed. You saw in and out of her 19-year old throat for as long as you can, never stopping for more than a moment - just to make sure she could still breathe. Once you've reached your limit with your balls threatening to burst, you pull her off your shiny cock and explode. That seems to bring the spark back as Reagan squeals in disgust. Repulsed, but too exhausted to fight it, Reagan takes it on the chin - literally. And after that, you fire more ropes to cover her lips, nose, forehead and tits. It feels like you might never stop cumming. By the time you do, Reagan is absolutely coated in hot jizz. Whatever plans she had for the night are definitely cancelled now. There's a long silence as the two of you come back down to Earth.

"Oh my god, I don't even let my boyfriend do that!" Reagan complains, trying to wipe the sticky ropes from her eyes.

"Well, just proves how BAD you wanted it," you say with an evil smile. "Congrats, you're a sister now!" She sighs, and tries to **** a smile, probably wondering if it was all worth it.