Yes, for Science -- See how far she'll go

Peter came up with a flimsy justification -- it would be interesting data to see what Kat would do after just getting a whiff, not a direct dose. And, of course, he could always stop it if it went too far, right?

Of course, his raging boner and increasing horniness had nothing to do with not scaring the cute blonde away from his pheromonally-enhanced cock. Nothing at all.

Kat, for her part, was a heady mix of excited, curious, and nervous; all enhanced with **** and Peter's addictive pheromones. She'd only really encountered one other penis, and that was a couple handjobs in the dark, nothing like the tower that was jutting up proudly from Peter's groin. Even in the dark she could see that it was massive; bigger than in the porn she sometimes watched.

Part of her felt like it must be fake -- there's no way a penis could be so big in real life. But the rest of her knew it was real, and she felt an overwhelming need to get closer to it, to see it, to smell it...to touch it...to taste it. She wanted to fill all her senses with the glory that this penis...no, this cock, represented.

As quietly as she could, she slooowly reached out and pulled the sheet to the side, revealing Peter's cock straining to break free of his boxers. Kat exhaled the breath she'd been holding as Peter didn't wake up. Not knowing what came over her, she leaned in as close as she dared without touching it. She could feel the heat radiating off of his rod on her face. Then, she took a deep, quiet inhale.

Even though it was just a few extra molecules from Peter's earlier orgasm and a bit of pre-cum, it was enough going into her lungs and then bloodstream to keep Kat on her dangerous path. The cute blonde high-schooler knew she had to see it, freed of all covering. Gingerly, she reached down to the elastic of Peter's boxers -- already being lifted off his hips by his straining cock -- and pulled it up, up, trying to get it past every inch of his massive penis.

Peter knew she wasn't behaving rationally at this point -- if he was actually asleep, instead of pretending to be, there was no way she could do that without waking him up. He gently shifted his hips, subtly helping out the pixie-cute teenager.

Finally, his cock sprang free into the cool night air, bobbing gently as it was released from its cloth prison - and with it, a fresh dose of musk. Peter could hear Kat's sharp intake of breath as she beheld the magnificent cock, even in the dark, getting another small dose into her lungs.

The virginal teen continued to breathe rapidly, shallowly, getting ever more obsessed with the mysterious scent emanating from Peter's turgid cock and balls. Her mouth started salivating. She wanted to taste it. She needed to get the flavor on her tongue.

Despite never having given a blow job in her life, she leaned over the bed and gently captured just the very tip of his glans in her mouth between her soft lips. On her first taste of Peter's chemically-enhanced cock, Kat felt a satisfaction deep in her brain and her body. Gone were all thoughts about waking Peter up or getting caught. Her world was the new sensation she was feeling, the incredible fulfillment of finally getting that mysterious flavor on her tongue.

Peter was not expecting her to go this far. He barely knew her -- they'd just exchanged a few friendly words earlier in the night. And now the cute high schooler was (gently, slowly) sucking (just the tip of) his cock. It was tantalizing pleasure -- it was incredibly hot to have this girl drawn, magnetically, to his cock. Her gentle sucking on just the tip was stimulating and enjoyable, but not satisfying in the way that Miranda's blowjob had been. Kat was gently suckling at his cock like a kitten, with gentle licks and light pressure. It was keeping Peter hard but he knew he would never cum like this.

They stayed like this for long minutes -- Kat, happily tasting drop after drop of Peter's heady pre-cum, Peter getting enjoyably teased by her tender lips and tongue.

Suddenly, Brody shifted and grunted in his bed, and Kat froze, ready to bolt.

Peter, increasingly needing to bury his iron-hard cock into something warm and wet, had a conundrum. He could let her go, and be safe from dosing her more or getting caught by her brother -- but also get the worst case of blue balls of his life. Or, he could take charge and hold her in place, trusting Brody's drunkenness to keep him asleep.