kiss him

You kiss him back enthusiastically. The two of you make out for quite a while and you have to admit it's making you really hot and bothered. Ethan's lips are soft and his kisses are gentle but firm. His body feels quite powerful next to you with arms obviously much stronger than yours ever were. You remember how much fun you had handling his sizable manhood last night and idly wonder what he'll want to do with it tonight. Although still a little disturbed by your newfound sexual desires, you also find them quite exciting.

You soon find him gently massaging your breasts, with just a hint of the urgency that you know he must be feeling as a result of your pheromones. Soon the two of you are going at it hot and heavy. Your mind is completely befogged with lust and you seem to lose all control of yourself. Before you know it, your clothes are in disarray and you seem to have a lot of skin both showing and being caressed. Not much longer and you find yourself completely wrestled out of all your clothes except your underwear.

Then Ethan starts licking, sucking, and biting on your nipples. This sends electric shocks down to your genitals and you're soon nearly quivering with need. While his lips, teeth, and tongue are worrying your breasts above, his hands are pulling your boxers down below. He probably already knew, but you're certain he knows you have a pussy now.

Ethan kisses his way down your stomach, spreading your thighs as he does, and you know exactly where he's going to end up. You don't have the willpower left to stop him now even if you wanted to. Still, you suddenly start worrying about what you're going to smell and taste like. You haven't been a girl long. What if he doesn't like the smell or the taste? You would be mortified if you somehow disgusted him.

Ethan warmly breathes on your vulva and the feeling is indescribable. "You know, Parker," he says. "It is customary in Rosestead that only community girls remove their pubic hair. I'm not complaining, you understand, but I thought you should know what signals you're sending to anybody who sees it." You can't respond except by moaning as the breath from his voice wafts across your clitoris. He gently licks up and down your vulva. You close your eyes and throw your head back on the couch in ecstasy. "Mmm, Parker," he says. "You're delicious." You can barely process what he's saying, but your anxieties melt away. You relax and give in to the pleasure. Ethan seems to know exactly what buttons to press and, given the stage of excitement you were in before he started, you're quickly thrashing around in a delirious orgasm.

"Oh God, Ethan," you scream. "That felt so good." When you come down from your high, his face is in front of you and he kisses you again. You can smell yourself on his face and taste yourself on his tongue and decide for yourself that you don't smell or taste at all gross.

Ethan props himself up on the couch on an elbow and strokes your stomach. "So what do you want to do now?" Your gratitude for the incredible orgasm is so intense that you think you definitely owe him something.