School Girls' Stories - Year 2
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
6,271
Reviews:
94
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Shhh, The Baby's Sleeping
Angel - It\'s sad, I can hear that sound perfectly in my mind. You are one of the only people who has ever caught true \'sound\' in writing. Hard to explain a noise.
To my usuals - Thanks for sticking by me! I can\'t believe it\'s Chapter 20 of the second year already. And I planned to make this shorter.... Doesn\'t look like that is going to happen. Please stick by me! *bows*
Chapter 20 – Shhh, the Baby’s Sleeping
Shai was unaware she had even fallen asleep until she found herself lying in her own bed, under too many covers for the warm summer air. She peeked out from under the covers and saw Kyoei standing at Shu’s crib, his face just gazing down at her son lovingly. No one looked at Shu with that same look of love. Shai looked to him like a mother, and Fuji looked to him like an aunt, but Kyoei… he looked to Shu like it was his son, while Teiyoku used Shu to grow closer to his mother.
Shai saw up in bed quietly, trying not to draw Kyoei’s attention away from her son. She watched his firm back, the muscles clear even through his shirt. Kyoei was beautiful, beautiful in a way that he would not be ten years down the road. Kyoei would always be an attractive man, and he would probably be one of those men who in his sixties looked better than he did in his twenties, but now he was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him, especially at that moment. His usually spiky hair had flattened from the summer sun and offered him little solace from the heat as it plastered against him, the gel having to be washed out of his hair at the water fountain, which little Shu had loved. Kyoei had flipped his hair back and sprayed the boy with cold water, and Shu gurgled happily in joy.
“Are you feeling better?” Kyoei’s voice asked from somewhere over the crib. He must have heard her sitting up.
“Yes,” she said apologetically. “Thank you for bringing me up to my room.”
“No problem,” he said casually. “You fell asleep the moment you sat in the car, I figured you needed the rest.” He pushed away from the crib and walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down softly beside her. “Shu’s been asleep for about two hours.”
“Oh,” Shai said, looking back towards the crib. “He should sleep for another hour then before he is hungry.”
“So…” Kyoei began, a snide smile on his face.
“What is that look?” Shai asked, always worrisome when that wicked smile crossed his lips.
“Well, you let him breast feed, right?”
“I…” Shai flushed heavily, and truly did not understand why. “Well, yes, I do, but what has that to do with… Kyoei!” In an instant he had her pinned to the bed and his mouth smothered hers. For a moment she thought about protesting, her three month old son was in the crib sleeping right across from the bed, but then his tongue found hers and she forgot all of her woes. She melted into his lips and emerged victorious. She loved the touch of his lips, the massaging feeling of them over her own, the way he kissed her passionately, lovingly, unlike Teiyoku.
No! She yelled at herself in her own mind. Do not compare the two. They are completely different men. Teiyoku used you… Kyoei loves you.
And he loves Shu.
“Kyoei,” she murmured breathlessly, knowing she would most likely lose the moment they were sharing, for the first time in too long, even as he was unbuttoning her blouse and was arching to meet him. “Kyoei, I am sorry about earlier this morning.”
“It’s all right,” he told her, pulling her blouse from her skirt and exposing ripe breasts ready for the taking, hidden only by a sheer bra that matched her skin tone and only made the look all the more erotic. He wanted to be gentle with her, to take his time, but after a little over six months of waiting for her, he did not have the patience for gentle. She was still talking even as his mouth covered the tops of her ample bosom and he began suckling the pale skin.
“I want you to know that you are, ahh, more of a father to,” Shai had to stop and take a breath as Kyoei’s fingers needed the swollen breasts, breasts used often by her son, but not enough by him. “You are more of a father to Shu than Teiyoku will ever be.”
Kyoei leaned upwards, his lips inches above Shai’s. He looked into her pale eyes, looking into the depths of her souls, and said simply, “Stop speaking, I know how you feel, and you know how I feel, let me make love to you now.” His lips were on top of hers once again, keeping her protests of apologies hidden in the breath they shared with one another in the long passionate kiss.
His tongue toying with her mouth he lifted her skirt with his hand, feeling at the panties, cotton, and pulling them down her legs. She tried to squeeze her legs closed, but Kyoei was more forceful than that, and if she really wanted him to stop… well she would just bite his tongue, which would not be nice but Shai had enough force to do that sort of thing… considering she nearly crushed his toes that morning. It hurt just thinking about it.
He was losing track of the goal, and the goal was the beauty that was under him, arching her hips to meet his, even as he clumsily unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off hurriedly. They had forty-five minutes before Shu’s scheduled awakening, and as much as he wanted to make this last, he wanted inside of her even more. There would be hundreds of nights to make it last, tonight was about, well, fucking.
He had her legs wrapped around his waist, his body positioned for the ready, when her mouth opened to speak again. Not a protest against his body inside of hers, she still felt guilty for that morning. She began to say just that, so Kyoei stuck his index finger into her mouth, which she instinctively sucked the tip of, and he slid deep inside of her while she was distracted. It did not take her long to cry out in a mixture of pain and joy as he did so and he drew his finger out of her mouth, down her body, then placed his hands on her hips and readied her for his intrusion, and intrusion both of them were set to enjoy.
Kyoei leaned forward, kissed her nose delicately, and then began moving inside of her, gently at first, trying not to hurt the mother of his favorite child, and the woman he loved. It was Shai who quickened the pace, raising her hips needily, pumping against him faster than he was moving. He could take a hint. He moved his hips in the rhythm she seemed to call for and together they were thumping against one another, him thrusting deeply inside of her, and she tightening her body around him so that the experience was magnified. He was going to lose himself quickly, but he wanted to hold her, just a bit longer.
He thrust harder and found the spot that she enjoyed, the spot he had found once before, sometime that seemed years ago. He rubbed his shaft against it and she cried out every time he moved over it. He moved it faster, hearing her moans and cries come out faster and faster, her cries moving at the pace of him rubbing in her, rubbing the spot that made her purr like a kitten. The two of them rocked each other steadily, her arms wrapped around his waist and her nails digging into his buttocks, his hands wrapped around her arms, driving her into the bed beneath her. The headboard slammed against the wall with their rocking, moving in time with them, giving the entire room the pleasure they felt, backward and forward, in and out, until she could not take it any more and she let out the most beautiful sound between a scream and a purr, that could only come from someone so delicate, as she came around him. Kyoei felt no need to hold back any longer, and knowing she was smarter this time and had become well protected (birth control is a great thing!) he came deep inside of her, filling her with his seed, which he could not help regret would not be creating something they could love mutually, but he was not ready for that.
They continued to rock, softly, against one another until they were completely spent and lowered themselves to the bed, satisfied and happy, until Shu began to scream, his little fist flying into the air. Shai began to move from the bed, already arranging her clothes back into position, but Kyoei sat up faster than her and laid her back into the blankets. “I’ll get him,” he told her. “You need to sleep.”
Shai only could smile at him. The moment he allowed her head to hit the pillow she was fast asleep, pleasantly satisfied, even if the day had not been as perfect as she had hoped, it had ended with the one it should have.
In the room next door Shai’s father had his head buried under a pillow while he silently muttered something about house rules and killing his daughter in the morning.
To my usuals - Thanks for sticking by me! I can\'t believe it\'s Chapter 20 of the second year already. And I planned to make this shorter.... Doesn\'t look like that is going to happen. Please stick by me! *bows*
Shai was unaware she had even fallen asleep until she found herself lying in her own bed, under too many covers for the warm summer air. She peeked out from under the covers and saw Kyoei standing at Shu’s crib, his face just gazing down at her son lovingly. No one looked at Shu with that same look of love. Shai looked to him like a mother, and Fuji looked to him like an aunt, but Kyoei… he looked to Shu like it was his son, while Teiyoku used Shu to grow closer to his mother.
Shai saw up in bed quietly, trying not to draw Kyoei’s attention away from her son. She watched his firm back, the muscles clear even through his shirt. Kyoei was beautiful, beautiful in a way that he would not be ten years down the road. Kyoei would always be an attractive man, and he would probably be one of those men who in his sixties looked better than he did in his twenties, but now he was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him, especially at that moment. His usually spiky hair had flattened from the summer sun and offered him little solace from the heat as it plastered against him, the gel having to be washed out of his hair at the water fountain, which little Shu had loved. Kyoei had flipped his hair back and sprayed the boy with cold water, and Shu gurgled happily in joy.
“Are you feeling better?” Kyoei’s voice asked from somewhere over the crib. He must have heard her sitting up.
“Yes,” she said apologetically. “Thank you for bringing me up to my room.”
“No problem,” he said casually. “You fell asleep the moment you sat in the car, I figured you needed the rest.” He pushed away from the crib and walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down softly beside her. “Shu’s been asleep for about two hours.”
“Oh,” Shai said, looking back towards the crib. “He should sleep for another hour then before he is hungry.”
“So…” Kyoei began, a snide smile on his face.
“What is that look?” Shai asked, always worrisome when that wicked smile crossed his lips.
“Well, you let him breast feed, right?”
“I…” Shai flushed heavily, and truly did not understand why. “Well, yes, I do, but what has that to do with… Kyoei!” In an instant he had her pinned to the bed and his mouth smothered hers. For a moment she thought about protesting, her three month old son was in the crib sleeping right across from the bed, but then his tongue found hers and she forgot all of her woes. She melted into his lips and emerged victorious. She loved the touch of his lips, the massaging feeling of them over her own, the way he kissed her passionately, lovingly, unlike Teiyoku.
No! She yelled at herself in her own mind. Do not compare the two. They are completely different men. Teiyoku used you… Kyoei loves you.
And he loves Shu.
“Kyoei,” she murmured breathlessly, knowing she would most likely lose the moment they were sharing, for the first time in too long, even as he was unbuttoning her blouse and was arching to meet him. “Kyoei, I am sorry about earlier this morning.”
“It’s all right,” he told her, pulling her blouse from her skirt and exposing ripe breasts ready for the taking, hidden only by a sheer bra that matched her skin tone and only made the look all the more erotic. He wanted to be gentle with her, to take his time, but after a little over six months of waiting for her, he did not have the patience for gentle. She was still talking even as his mouth covered the tops of her ample bosom and he began suckling the pale skin.
“I want you to know that you are, ahh, more of a father to,” Shai had to stop and take a breath as Kyoei’s fingers needed the swollen breasts, breasts used often by her son, but not enough by him. “You are more of a father to Shu than Teiyoku will ever be.”
Kyoei leaned upwards, his lips inches above Shai’s. He looked into her pale eyes, looking into the depths of her souls, and said simply, “Stop speaking, I know how you feel, and you know how I feel, let me make love to you now.” His lips were on top of hers once again, keeping her protests of apologies hidden in the breath they shared with one another in the long passionate kiss.
His tongue toying with her mouth he lifted her skirt with his hand, feeling at the panties, cotton, and pulling them down her legs. She tried to squeeze her legs closed, but Kyoei was more forceful than that, and if she really wanted him to stop… well she would just bite his tongue, which would not be nice but Shai had enough force to do that sort of thing… considering she nearly crushed his toes that morning. It hurt just thinking about it.
He was losing track of the goal, and the goal was the beauty that was under him, arching her hips to meet his, even as he clumsily unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off hurriedly. They had forty-five minutes before Shu’s scheduled awakening, and as much as he wanted to make this last, he wanted inside of her even more. There would be hundreds of nights to make it last, tonight was about, well, fucking.
He had her legs wrapped around his waist, his body positioned for the ready, when her mouth opened to speak again. Not a protest against his body inside of hers, she still felt guilty for that morning. She began to say just that, so Kyoei stuck his index finger into her mouth, which she instinctively sucked the tip of, and he slid deep inside of her while she was distracted. It did not take her long to cry out in a mixture of pain and joy as he did so and he drew his finger out of her mouth, down her body, then placed his hands on her hips and readied her for his intrusion, and intrusion both of them were set to enjoy.
Kyoei leaned forward, kissed her nose delicately, and then began moving inside of her, gently at first, trying not to hurt the mother of his favorite child, and the woman he loved. It was Shai who quickened the pace, raising her hips needily, pumping against him faster than he was moving. He could take a hint. He moved his hips in the rhythm she seemed to call for and together they were thumping against one another, him thrusting deeply inside of her, and she tightening her body around him so that the experience was magnified. He was going to lose himself quickly, but he wanted to hold her, just a bit longer.
He thrust harder and found the spot that she enjoyed, the spot he had found once before, sometime that seemed years ago. He rubbed his shaft against it and she cried out every time he moved over it. He moved it faster, hearing her moans and cries come out faster and faster, her cries moving at the pace of him rubbing in her, rubbing the spot that made her purr like a kitten. The two of them rocked each other steadily, her arms wrapped around his waist and her nails digging into his buttocks, his hands wrapped around her arms, driving her into the bed beneath her. The headboard slammed against the wall with their rocking, moving in time with them, giving the entire room the pleasure they felt, backward and forward, in and out, until she could not take it any more and she let out the most beautiful sound between a scream and a purr, that could only come from someone so delicate, as she came around him. Kyoei felt no need to hold back any longer, and knowing she was smarter this time and had become well protected (birth control is a great thing!) he came deep inside of her, filling her with his seed, which he could not help regret would not be creating something they could love mutually, but he was not ready for that.
They continued to rock, softly, against one another until they were completely spent and lowered themselves to the bed, satisfied and happy, until Shu began to scream, his little fist flying into the air. Shai began to move from the bed, already arranging her clothes back into position, but Kyoei sat up faster than her and laid her back into the blankets. “I’ll get him,” he told her. “You need to sleep.”
Shai only could smile at him. The moment he allowed her head to hit the pillow she was fast asleep, pleasantly satisfied, even if the day had not been as perfect as she had hoped, it had ended with the one it should have.
In the room next door Shai’s father had his head buried under a pillow while he silently muttered something about house rules and killing his daughter in the morning.