School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 13 – The Night a Trio Lose Their Virginity - Part 1


“Fuji, you’re shaking,” Amatsu told her, keeping her surrounded by his arms. She had just told him she wanted to make love to him, but she had yet to move from her spot at the doorway. Her whole body trembled with the sobs she could not stop. Amatsu looked down at her hair once more, all of that beautiful hair gone. It suddenly occurred to him this could be a horribly bad thing. “Fuji, did someone attack you?” He was suddenly panicked, gripping her shoulders and pushing her back and looking over her with much more clear eyes. He had not noticed it at first, her eyes were so swollen from crying, but both of her cheeks had swollen up and yellow bruises were forming.

“Who did this to you?” he nearly screamed, and suddenly wished his roommate was home. It would help him calm down, so someone could pace for him while he held Fuji and continued to let her cry.

When Fuji hesitated, looking down at the ground with sad aquamarine eyes, Amatsu started to crumble. It was worse. She knew who did this to her. It was not some random attacker. “Who, Fuji?”

“My mother…” The words echoed in the room. Fuji’s sobs had slowed and now she just looked miserable. Amatsu reached out and began to take her back into his arms, but she leapt on him, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down to her. Her lips hit his with a force he had never felt from the small girl. Instead of him bruising her lips with passion she was bruising his lips with need. This was not just a need for him; it was a need to prove herself right. If her mother thought she was fucking him, she would be.

Amatsu pushed her back down and slightly away from him. It was always hard to say ‘no’ to a very willing girl, but he did not want her like this. She was upset and doing something rash. “You will regret this tomorrow,” he told her.

Fuji shook her head, wrapping her hands into the collar of his shirt and pulling him back down. “I will not regret this,” she told him honestly. “I’ve wanted you longer than tonight, I just did not have the bravery. Please Amatsu, make me forget all of this, make me just feel you.” Her lips were back onto his, and he was a man, and all together obliging to do things with a beautiful girl, especially a beautiful girl he thought the world of.

He picked her up into his arms, still kissing her, and trying not to trip on the couch, and carried her to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, in case Kyoei came home at a most inopportune time. He laid Fuji on the bed, who was already tearing at his shirt and anxiously trying to get him undressed. She tore at his clothes with a raw need that went through her eyes and he was shocked at it. He could barely contain himself, and though he had wanted his first time with Fuji to be special, he also just had a raw unbreakable need to be inside of her.

Amatsu reached down and pulled at her shirt, pulling it over her head as she ripped the buttons off of his and threw it to the ground. He gazed down at her, at the beauty that he had wanted for so long, and suddenly his need to take his time again was there. He wanted to love every moment of her, to run his hands over her breasts and to feel those soft mounds. He wanted to lick those nipples until they were hard under his mouth and he had her writhing beneath him, then he would take his time to do other things.

While he sat and thought of all the things he wanted she had already taken off that too tight bra and released those delicious breasts to the world. Amatsu could not think, and would not hesitate. He went down and let his whole mouth go over the tips of the breasts, nicking her with tiny bites, then licking her with a heavy tongue. She ran her hands back into the bedspread and gripped onto it, feeling his hands maneuver over her breasts and waist, touching her delicate while his mouth worked roughly.

He moved to the other breast, his tongue tickling the nipple, not fully taking it into his mouth, just enough so that she felt the need. He moved both of his hands over her breasts and squeezed hard enough to leave his finger prints on her, massaging them roughly, while his tongue continued to be gentle. She was moaning beneath him and trying to press her hips into his, the wetness of her readiness warming up her pussy in a way she had never felt. Her hips found the hardness of his cock and she rubbed against it, causing him to bite down on her nipple. Realizing this was turning him on she continued to rub her body over his, wanting him to feel a taste of what he could be feeling.

The movement of his cock was rough and tender all at once. The skin was moving back and forth in a way essentially pleasing, and yet with his jeans running over it, along with her jeans, it was rough. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans in one swift movement that would later concern her. There was no denying it had to have more experience than her, but no girl wanted her boyfriend to be that experience.

He removed his lips from her breasts and sat up to pull her jeans away from her. Fuji was left in nothing more than her blue cotton panties. She looked embarrassed and suddenly said, “Sorry, my mom would never let me buy anything more than cotton.”
Amatsu let out a small laugh, good to see that her sadness was subsiding a bit, but he was going to make her forget it all. He cupped his hand over her pussy, running his finger over her through her panties, letting the wetness seep through. He pushed it up and down against the lips, finding her clit and playing with it lightly, but not enough to make her satisfied. He would go up, circle it, and then move away swiftly, then go up and just touch it hard enough to have her squirm beneath him. She moved her hips, pushing into his hand, and he pulled his hand away.

Fuji suddenly sat up and turned on him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him down to the bed. She brought her deft fingers to his pants and began to unbutton them. She had them all of the way unzipped before he realized what her intentions were. She pulled the jeans away from him, along with the boxers he wore underneath, then gazed at his naked body once more, quite appreciatively. She looked down at the very hard cock that was leaned against his stomach, something that was going to hurt, and be far too large for her body. It did not matter, if she was going to stay with Amatsu she would have to get used to this enormous size that was going to fill her completely.

Fuji went to bend down, to place her lips on the head. She managed to breathe on it, just a bit, before Amatsu stopped her. “If I am naked, you have to be,” and he pulled on the lining of her panties. Fuji blushed and nodded, sitting back up, trailing her fingers down her body and to the panties, before slowly rolling them down her body. When she got to her knees came the dilemma. There was no way to remove a pair of panties gracefully while kneeling on the bed, and she did the best she could, but she ended up more embarrassed. Amatsu shook his head and brought her close for a hug, “You are beautiful,” he told her.

“I am also good,” Fuji told him with confidence. She pulled away from the warm embrace and began to kiss down his body, stopping once at each nipple to lick and tease it the way he had her. She had read once that men were as sensitive as women in that spot, and she was bound to find out. She licked around it in a circle, gaining a small reaction, then decided on a different approach. She breathed hot wanting breath on the nipple and caused it to grow nearly as hard as another appendage on his body. She licked the tips of each, then trailed her kisses one more down the line of his body.

Fuji did the same to the head of his cock as she had to his nipples. She breathed a hot breath across the head, not touching it yet, just breathing across it, letting him feel how close she was. She took her hand over the cock and, running her finger over the vein that protruded and pumped heat and blood through him. He shivered and the cock nearly vibrated, making her anxious for the feel of it.

She leaned forward, brushing her breath against the head once more, her breasts pressed between his legs and rubbing against his balls. She let her tongue flick out and lick the top of the head, enough to just taste him. She rubbed her tongue over him once more, slower, with more feeling, pressing down a bit so he felt the weight of her. He gasped and shuddered and she was happily pleased with herself. Her mouth went over the head, taking the cock as far into her mouth as she could, tickling the back of her throat and still having more that would never fit. She nearly gagged, but forced herself to try it. It was not an easy task. She drew him back out of her mouth, letting her tongue lick the underside as she went. She nipped the head, just enough to have him squirm this time instead, then she went back down the length, continuing her gentle play, bringing him in and out of her mouth, but avoiding him hitting the back of her throat again. She could not imagine how unattractive it would be to throw up on him because she could not do it right.

She came back up one more, working her tongue vigorously over the head and he could not contain himself any longer. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her up the length of him, running his tongue over her lips then and enjoying the taste of him in her mouth. He placed his hands on her hips, drawing her to straddle his waist, and brought her down so that her pussy rested against his length. He slowly moved his hips, just to make her aware of the length, of the thing that soon would be pumping her. The cock slid between her pussy lips and hit the clit with the head. She cried out in enjoyment, then looked embarrassed for liking it so much. She was ready, wet, and waiting, and he could not deny her.

He reached around her, gripping the head of his cock and searching for the small entry of her body, and it was indeed small. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he told her, and she only nodded her approval. He let the head run over that hole, softly, sweetly, moving slowly inside of her. She did fine until he was halfway in. She had taken it and only bitten into his shoulder once with a little mewling sound that was making him harder. He went halfway in and then felt the real resistance. It suddenly became less pleasure and more pain for her and she fought to not yell out to stop. She did not want him to stop, but she did not want him to go on. Why did all of the romance novels always make women’s first times great, when in truth it hurt? Especially when the man under you was this extremity of largeness.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, afraid of hurting her too badly.

“No,” Fuji said with such definition that he would never think to ask her again. With that definite tone of voice Amatsu could not contain himself much longer. He pushed the rest of the way up inside of her and she let out a small scream that she could not contain. He would have apologized, but suddenly it felt too good inside of her to even think. He began moving his hips up and down, and pushing her hips down so she was sitting on top of him, his dick filling her completely, the head hitting the highest part in her and slamming into it. One moment she was filled with pleasure, then she could feel nothing but pain, then it was pleasure all over again. He moved his hips up and down, swaying her, pushing her, and she rode him with as much will as she could muster now. He watched her breasts sway with her movements, the beautiful mounds the perfect shade of white, her skin unblemished by any marks, and he did what he could to change that. While her breasts still held a small redness from the strength of his fingers, he drove his fingers deep into her hips, controlling her movements and his, driving into her deeper and deeper, and growing larger inside of her.

She moved with him, enjoying the feel and hating it, and already anxious for the second time. She rode him with vigor and tenacity, straddling him and tightening her legs around him. She tried to tighten her body, but it hurt too much, and there was no need. She would never be tighter than she was at that very moment, and though he knew he was hurting her, it was driving him wild. He felt the cum prickling at him, ready to come out and fill her, and he knew very well that he could not come into her. He didn’t know if she was on the pill, why had he never thought to ask, and he thought it would be taking too much advantage of her during their first time. He flipped her onto the bed, still inside of her, moving into her a bit deeper, a bit more, than had to quickly pull out, just in time for him to come into his own hand.

“Yuck,” he said, and this gained a small laugh from Fuji. Amatasu rushed off to the bathroom and began to wash up. He would to have liked to keep the feel and scent of Fuji on him, but he also would liked to have not had cum all of him.

He walked back out of the bathroom to find Fuji curled up under the covers of his bed. He smiled and walked over to her, sliding in beside her and taking her once more into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded into his shoulders. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” She shook her head gently.

“I just don’t want to go home,” she sighed.

“Then stay here,” he told her.

“I am,” she said back.

She didn’t understand what he meant. “I mean permanently,” he blurted out.

Fuji looked up at him in shock. “What?”

Amatsu gave a small shrug, but couldn’t contain his mouth. “Live with me.”

Fuji shook her head and sat up. “How would Kyoei feel about that? And I don’t have a job, so I couldn’t help out around with the bills.” And I’ve been lying to you. I’m a high school freshman, and you just had sex with a minor.

“Fuji, Kyoei would be all right with it, I want to take care of you.”

Fuji shook her head with a finality. “No,” she said quietly, “my mother and I have to work out our differences.”

Amatsu nodded and brought Fuji back down into the circle of his arms. “All right, but tonight, let’s just dream together.”

Fuji smiled, “That sounds wonderful to me.”