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Although Lily’s cheeks are blushing, Adam expects her entire face to redden at the question. Opposite that, she takes but a second to nod firmly.
She’s willing to lose her virginity to him in a bathroom stall at her school. As depraved as that is, it’s far from romantic. What if she regrets it?
There’s also the location issue. It’s cramped and filthy. He might’ve seen dozens of p*rn and hentai scenes in bathrooms, but he can’t visualize how they can do it here. She’s too short for his penis to reach her puss*, and carrying her would be too tiring and uncomfortable for a 1st time.
He has already cum, and even though he can go for another round, it might be better to call it off and do it properly at home.
Just as he opens his mouth to do so, a red light glows in front of him until Peitho materializes, sitting cross-legged on the toilet seat. At the same time, a tiny plastic step glows into existence in front of the bowl.
“Don’t even think about backing down,” she smirks. “Lily, you know what to do.”
Lily turns around and looks down at the step. She carefully climbs onto it. Peitho’s raised hands wait for her. Lily holds them and Peitho intertwines her fingers with Lily’s. She slowly bends forward, presenting her prepubescent vagin* to him.
He takes a step forward. His co*ck is at the perfect height, making it harden as if he hasn’t ejacul*ted yet.
He wants to ram into her without remorse, but it’s not the time. Instead, he gently holds her by her hips and leads the head of his penis onto her puss* lips. She jolts as soon as it rubs against it.
Her juices mix with the saliva of her blowj*b as he slides it up and down. He also grinds his shaft back and forth in preparation for what’s to come.
Finally, he grabs his member, pulls its foreskin back, and aims toward the vagin*l opening.
“I’m going in,” he warns.
Lily nods and Peitho’s smirk widens. He hopes she stays true to her promise.
Slowly and firmly, his glands slide in. It’s harder to go further than he expected, and Lily’s groans aren’t a good sign, as quiet as they are.
“Are you okay? Should I—?”
“I’m fine! Keep going.”
Her raised tone sounds far from fine, yet he complies.
His shaft is halfway through when it suddenly becomes easier. The rest fits inside effortlessly up to his testicl*s.
Her body trembles.
Adam frowns. “Peitho, you said she wasn’t going to—”
“It still feels good,” Lily interrupts. “It’ll feel better if you keep going.”
How does she know? Has she done it before? Perhaps from masturbating?
She’s still a little girl and he doesn’t want to hurt her. However, he doesn’t want to disappoint her either, and she’s giving him the go-ahead.
He slowly pulls his hips back, revealing the light stains of red around his shaft. They look like what he has seen in p*rn before, so he thrusts his hips again, gradually getting into a rhythm. Lily’s painful groans promptly turn into arousing moans.
His brain finally processes the sensations. Wet, tight warmth envelopes his dick. Although weaker, it feels like he’s ready to cum all the time, just like he has imagined for the past 5 years.
Even though he can’t feel it between the new sensations, he’s surely shooting out precum with every thrust. Luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about it and increases the pace instead.
Lily’s moans grow louder. Her puss* tightens his co*ck even more. The overwhelming warm and tingling sensation quickly builds up. He can’t stop. In fact, he goes faster.
Cum shoots out of his penis before he realizes it. His entire body shakes as he thrusts with every twitch. Again, and again, and again.
Nothing can be compared to this euphoria of filling his 9-year-old cousin with his seed. He doesn’t know when it’ll stop and he doesn’t want it to, but it eventually does.
He’s finally able to catch his breath and realizes how tight his grip on Lily’s hips is. He loosens it.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
She doesn’t reply.
He can see and feel her shaking and heavy breathing.
“Are you—?”
She looks back at him, allowing him to see her ecstatic grin.
“T-That was… amazing.”
His chest and stomach tighten. He wants to squeeze and make out with her, but that’s not possible in their current position.
He pulls his sensitive, bloodstained member out and she straightens her back.
Peitho suddenly stops crossing her legs, bends forward, and sticks her face in Lily’s crotch. Lily moans among Peitho’s loud slurping, who also inserts a finger into her cum-filled vagin*.
She eventually moves back, licking her lips and the tip of her finger.
“Thanks for the meal,” she smirks. “That was so hot I was able to cum without touching myself for the first time in ages.”
Adam scowls. “You didn’t keep your promise.”
“I would’ve been electrocuted in that case. Now that I think about it, maybe I could’ve used that to cum faster.”
His scowl weakens into a confused frown. Meanwhile, Lily climbs off the step and grabs toilet paper to clean his penis.
“Then why—?”
Peitho interrupts him.
“I promised I’d prevent her from feeling intense pain, not all of it. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand. It makes encounters more vigorous, hence memorable and insightful. But Lily will be the judge of that. Tell us, was the pain too much?”
She shakes her head. “I loved it. It felt like I was being torn apart but in a good way. I didn’t want it to stop.”
Adam stares down at her. Now that they have crossed the line, he won’t ask for her permission anymore.
He bends forward, grabs her shoulders, and goes in for a kiss. She doesn’t move away, allowing him to stick his tongue in her mouth.
Unlike his first kiss with Peitho which he wasn’t able to taste, this one is a strange blend of salty, sweet, and mint.
After playing around for a while, he steps back. They look each other in the eyes as they catch their breath.
“Didn’t expect you to be into blowj*b kisses,” jokes Peitho. “At least you didn’t cum in her mouth.”
He hadn’t realized that. It’s too late already.
A chuckle escapes Lily’s mouth.
He sighs as he puts his penis back in his pants.
“I’ll go out first.”
He unlocks the door and pulls it just enough to peek outside.
Colton is standing in front of the stall, trying to hide his bulge by holding his hands in front of his crotch.
