School Girls' Stories

Chapter 14 – The Night a Trio Lose Their Virginity – Part 2

Teiyoku Tennison stepped into his student’s room, gazing upon the small beauty before him. He closed the adjoining door and just took a moment to gaze upon her, to look over the long navy blue nightgown that clung to her breasts, her hips, and was loose in all other places. Her short chin length hair had grown slightly longer since he met her and without the headband it just brushed over her bare shoulders in an enticing way that made him want to trail his lips over that mark.

“Good evening, Shai,” he said in his dark silky voice. Shai felt the butterflies in her abdomen take flight, and lower places on her body began to quiver. She stepped back, bumping into the edge of the bed and tried her best to smile, though she was nothing but nervous.

“Good evening, Mr. Tennison.” Just the sound of her voice saying his name, addressing him as the adult he was and yet the intimate prose that were underlined in it, had him growing hard beneath the flannel pants he wore. Much to Shai’s surprise, he wore nothing but those flannel pants, and it was the first time she had seen him shirtless. The years of playing tennis himself had paid off and he had strong upper arms and pectorals to match. She imagined running her hands over those pecs, tracing around the edge of them, and had to hold herself back from sincerely taking advantage of him, or allowing him to take advantage of her.

Mr. Tennison stepped up to her, running a hand over her shoulder, but not touching. She felt the wave of stirred air over her skin like a lover’s kiss, but it was not enough, and too much all at once. They were teasing each other without really touching, a sensual movement that had both of them wanting and needing one another without doing the things that were really in their hearts, or their hormones.

Mr. Tennison reached out to the front of Shai’s nightgown and pulled it away from her skin, allowing the breasts to spill out into the air. The plump breasts perked to the air, the nipples growing hard, and her skin erupting in goose bumps. Mr. Tennison smiled at the look of her breasts, the beauty of them, the perfection of this fifteen-year-old student. He gazed into her eyes and smiled. “You have been a bad girl, Shai,” he told her.

“I have?” Shai asked confused, taking a small, slow step back, and nearly collapsing over the bed. She barely was able to remain standing on her own two, bare, feet.

Mr. Tennison nodded. “Yes, you have,” he said, taking a step forward so that his bare chest brushed against her bare breasts, catching the nipples on his hard, smooth skin. “I know what you have been doing within the locker rooms after practice.”

Shai caught on to the game he was playing. “I am sorry, Mr. Tennison,” she said to him. “It was just simple teasing.”

“Then let a real man show you what it can really be like,” he said to her. He reached out and pushed her on the shoulder, hard enough to have her fall back onto the bed, bouncing slightly before landing and gazing up at him. He lifted the hem of her nightgown from around her ankles and began pushing it upwards to bunch up around her waist. He had no intentions of being completely gentle with her. He wanted inside of her, had wanted inside of her for months, and he was going to do this. He was already hard enough to nearly cum, but he wanted to enjoy every inch of her tight pussy surrounding him. He loved the fact that this was wrong; it made it even more intoxicating. It made his cock throb with need and want, and he could not wait to penetrate her.

Real panic struck Shai. Excitement had filled her with need before, but now the true realization of what was going to happen struck a chord in her brain, like Fuji playing the wrong chord on her cello. Suddenly everything seemed wrong. She wanted to fight, but his lips were kissing up her legs, on the insides of her thighs. He was kissing and nibbling her and it felt so good, but she knew she should be stopping him. She knew that she should have been saving herself for another moment that was not with the lascivious teacher above her, and yet with every lick of his tongue, and every nibble of her delicate skin, her panic subsided. How could something that felt so good, how could this wetness of her body telling her she was ready for him, be wrong?

He kissed her through her panties, licking a line around her lips, and Shai nearly yelled for joy. She bit her lips, trying to keep quiet, knowing Raquel’s room was right next door. She wanted to enjoy all of this, to be crying out the joys of happiness of him being with her, but she would have to be quiet, to not allow him to hear all of the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue flicked out, moistening the other side of her panties, flicking over her. His teeth grated on them as he bit down, pulling them down her slender legs with his teeth, pulling them off of her and dropping them to the floor before he slowly began to climb up her body. He moved his mouth over hers before she could protest, because he did see the protestation in her eyes. She was regretting, and he would not let her regret.

His tongue licked at the roof of her mouth, then met the tip of her tongue in a sweet surrender of desires, while his hands pushed at his pants and brought them to his knees. He could not push them further down, but there was no need for that. As long as his cock was bare he was ready to be inside of her, and she was ready for him to, the sweet juices dripping down her legs, wetting her and him.

He entered her swiftly while their mouths were still joined together. She struggled, feeling the shooting pain that suddenly associated with something foreign entering her body. She twisted and squirmed, suddenly wanting it out of her. When he moved it hurt and for a few minutes she tried to struggle while he pumped her, moving that hard cock inside of her, rubbing against the stretched walls that were already swelling from the roughness. Her hands went up, trying to push him off of her mouth, to keep him from kissing her so she could speak. All she wanted was for him to slow down, for him to just stop for a moment while she caught her breath. It hurt so much.

The pain ended, and it was not what she had expected. The pain went away while he pumped her, fast and hard, throbbing inside of her and vibrating with a pleasure all his own. A growl omitted from his lips into her mouth suddenly made her aware of pleasure all over again. It still ached, a solid ache that was not going to go away while he was inside of her, but the pleasure began to grow into a larger part than the pain. He kept diving into her and pulling back, keeping his pace quick, but not too hard. He never entered her as far as he could have, knowing he would have hurt her more, he just wanted her used to him being in her. He wanted her to gain the feel of something driving her, taking her control and leaving it on the floor with her panties. He wanted her to feel the throb, the texture, the smoothness of the entire act, and he wanted her to enjoy every minute of it and moan, “Mr. Tennison,” over and over. He wanted to punish his student for giving in to loose morals while at the same time he could derive all of the pleasure he could from her pussy.

He would not relent; even when he wanted to cum he would not. He continued to pump her and push her, to let his cock go in and out, in and out, the noises of wet love-making filling the hotel room. He felt her walls tight around him, the moisture and heat growing, and her lips finally omitting tiny sounds of pleasure, as she bit back what she really wanted to do for fear of her classmates hearing her. He grabbed her knees and pulled them upwards, putting them around his shoulders. The limber girl seemed to have little trouble with the move and he was able to enter her deeper than he had already. He started to see the moment when pain began to take over that pleasure again, and she began to dry up. It was hard for him to stop, he could not. He had to release, and her dryness only made him harder. The ‘no’ on her lips was what made him want her more. Her shyness, her turn for wanting him, then the shyness returning was too much to him. He gave her a full four more strokes before coming deep into her, moving while he filled her with his cum, cum that dripped inside of her, around her legs, onto the bed. Even after he came he still wanted more of her. He wanted to get hard again, to tear inside of her, watching her shy face flush with that familiar rush, and he wiggled a bit inside of her, though he was growing limp rapidly and she was looking nothing but shocked.

He leaned down to kiss her lips once more, brushing the strands of hair away from her sweaty face and he smiled. He kissed the side of her neck, her collarbone, and left a little nip on her breasts. “You are so good at that,” he told her, knowing she would not know how to react. He was right. Shai could only squirm and hide her face behind her hands.

Mr. Tennison pulled away from her and laid down beside her, once more brushing her hair out of her face. He smiled and kissed her nose gently, and did the right thing and stayed with her as she fell asleep.