School Girls' Stories

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Chapter 31 – Asphyxiation

Fuji sat on Amatsu’s bed while he leaned against the door. He had his arms crossed against his chest while he looked down to the floor. This was too much. He was just ready to talk to Fuji about their relationship and her mother, when she broke the news of her best friend, her best friend’s pregnancy, then how the father of that baby is going to marry her mother. Amatsu was sensitive, Amatsu was wise, Amatsu was still just a man and he was not cut for emotions the way a woman was.

Fuji looked drained of that so-called emotion. She just sat on the bed, staring at the covers. “I didn’t know where else to go,” she said calmly to Amatsu. “I’m sorry to keep piling all of my problems on you like this, but who do I turn to?”

Amatsu stepped away from the door and walked towards the bed. He stopped at the foot of the bed. He was still afraid to touch her after he learned she was a minor, yet she needed his touch. She wanted a pair of warm arms around her, to comfort her, and at the same time she wanted the world to disappear. She had said herself what she was feeling was nothing in comparison to what Shai was feeling right now, but she could not deny she was still effected.

“I’m sorry,” Fuji said. She swung her legs over the bed and began to stand up. “I do not think this is a good time for us to talk about us, or anything else. I just don’t know where to go.”

“Stay here,” Amatsu offered, not really thinking through his offer. “If it makes you feel better I will sleep on the couch. You can’t face your mom while she is angry with you, and you are angry with her. Does she know about Shai?” Fuji sighed and sat back down on the bed. “I think my mother knew Mr.

Tennison and Shai were having a relationship,” Fuji explained. “I think this is some twisted way to get at me. She hurts Shai, my best friend, and snags Mr. Tennison. She could not think of any other way to hurt me, and so there you have it.”

“That’s twisted,” Amatsu said bluntly.

“But that’s how my mother is,” Fuji sighed. “She has always been calculating. She married a rich man because her rich father told her to. He died when I was very young, my father, I mean. I would not even recognize him if someone showed me a picture of him. Ever since my mother raised me on her own,” Fuji grumped. “I am in no way praising the woman. Instead of mourning the death of her husband she took over the business he had run with a cold fist and turned it into something entirely different, and when it was worth more money, but a harder place to work for, she sold it for a hefty profit, and almost all of the workers were left without jobs.

“She has never liked Shai,” Fuji continued. “I do not know why, Shai is the perfect person, she is beautiful and she is so sincere, and my mother has always hated her, and Yuki, but I know why she hates Yuki. Yuki does not know her place as a lady.

“I think this was all some calculating scheme to bring Shai down,” snapped Fuji, slamming her fist into the bed. “I just don’t understand why!” Amatsu sat on the bed next to Fuji and just tried to think. Instead of adding the wood to Fuji’s burning fire Amatsu steered the conversation completely to Shai. “What is she going to do with this baby?” he asked her.

“Shai is afraid to kill a life that isn’t her own,” Fuji admitted. “Her father rushed into the school like a knight in shining armor and took her into his arms and cried with her. They sat together and just cried. Shai said she was afraid to get rid of it, so Mr. Taiikuka said they would keep it. They would raise it together, if they had to, with the help of several nannies since he would not allow Shai to drop out of school. Either way, she has a great backing in her father.”

Amatsu nodded, glad that things seemed to at least go right for Shai in that aspect. Half the problems with teens who had children at that age was the proper care for that child. If a young mother was single and alone, how was she supposed to go to school, get a good job, and take care of a baby? It did not work out well, and the young life always came first. Shai had supporters all around her who were willing to her out with that child.

Amatsu lay back on the bed. He looked up at Fuji’s figure to see her look down at him. “So,” she said quietly, “where does this leave us?”

Amatsu let out a small laugh and sat up. “I thought we were talking about Shai,” he said.

“We were,” Fuji admitted, her smile glittering over her face for a moment. “But I can only handle one trouble at a time. I want someone for Christmas, and I want you in my life, so where does this leave us?”

Amatsu reached up and wrapped his arms around Fuji’s body and pulled her back onto the bed. He curled up against her and smiled into her. “Are you going to lie to me again?” he asked her.

“Only about whether I have an orgasm or not,” Fuji said boldly.

Amatsu suddenly sat up and said, “Can we test that out?”

“No,” Fuji smiled, pushing his arm away. “I have to go home. I’ve been avoiding my mom again.”

Amatsu grudgingly walked Fuji to the door, once again receiving only a chaste kiss from Fuji before she left. He wondered if he should get used to his hand a bit better, since Fuji seemed to have gone back to celibacy for now.


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Kago slipped behind Yuki, as quietly as possible, running his hands over her sides and around her waist. He pulled her to him and noticed that with her back to him her figure fit so much better against his body. He slipped his hands into the waist of her school uniform and began dragging her to the bed.

“Kago,” she said softly in protest, “do you think we should be doing this again so soon?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, slowly lowering her to his bed; face first, so he could take in her backside. From the back her curves were well defined, he could actually even see an hourglass figure through that uniform. He pulled the blouse up and over her head, freeing her small breasts in a puddle on the bed, noticing she had no even bothered to wear a bra. The little fact made something in Kago answer the call of lust and his cock began hardening against his pants, stretching them in a need to come out. He lifted the soft skirt and looked to her small firm ass, the one thing about her that was perfect. He bent to his knees and leaned forward to lay his lips on those small cheeks. He kissed them softly, kissing down the curves and towards the soft, clean shaven pussy. He kissed it softly, feeling it press to his lips. For the first time he didn’t try to imagine Fuji, he just tried to imagine Yuki and her pussy. He thought of how good it had felt to be in something so tight the other night, and though her worries were with Shai, it might help the whole night go more smoothly. She would be tighter, thinking of something else, and he would be able to slide in her with a horrid friction that turned him on more than any wetness.

He did not give her time to get too into his foreplay, the thought of her distracted was turning him on so much his dick was way too hard. He hurried to unbutton his pants and slide his throbbing dick between her legs. The head hit the edge and she already started to squirm, her little ass in the air trying to wiggle away from him. She was not ready, and she knew it, but he was ready and that was all he wanted to know.

He thrust his cock into her pussy, thrusting harder than she expected. Her legs went up and her toes straightened out with the force, but she did not protest. Instead she just let him ram her and she did her best to make small pleasant noises. She was fighting very hard not to say, “ow, ow, ow, ow.” He pushed deep inside of her, her insides dry enough he could feel the natural muscle of the wall against his hard solid cock, the throbbing of him acting as a natural vibrator against her sides.

He pulled himself up further onto the bed, kneeling behind her and pulling her hips in the air. He wanted to drive himself as deeply as possible, slamming against the most sensitive of spots while at the same time not pulling out far enough so that her wetness went into her pussy. He wanted to make sure he kept her dry enough, but not too dry. He didn’t want tearing of his hard perfect cock while he was tearing her.

He ran his hands over her bare back, feeling unblemished skin beneath his hands while he traveled her. Her skin rippled with pleasure at his hard touch, and she found it worse that she was enjoying him treating her this way.

He pushed deeper and further while his hands traveled, no stopping until they reached her throat. He kept pushing into her while his mind wandered, thinking of those articles he had well hidden in his room. He thought of article after article about how men killed their girlfriends and wives. His favorite was the man who choked his wife while in the midst of lovemaking. He had been mad at her for cheating on him, and so he had pounded her until orgasm, all while slowly cutting off her air.

He fucked her hard while his hands tightened around her neck, cutting off her air supply. He kept pressing deeper into her, pounding her, thinking only of the murder he had read about and wondering how the wife had felt at the last minute. Asphyxiation was supposed to be a turn on during sex. It was supposed to make the orgasm whole, freeing the woman from all boundaries but that last minute of pleasure.

Yuki began to turn red, her air totally cut off. All the while she was being stabbed in the pussy by a dick that grew harder. She tried to bring her hands to his hands, to try to pry his fingers away as her air supply was cut off and she began to die under his hands. He pushed deeper and deeper in, and though her brain was losing oxygen she was terribly aware of the pleasure between her legs. So aware that even though she had felt dry she began to feel cum dripping down her legs. He was hitting a spot and causing a feeling she had never known. As she came she felt herself close to blacking out and the will to fight him dying away.

Without warning there was air again, rushing into her lungs hard enough that she was suddenly choking on it, coughing it back up and trying to regain composure. She flipped over on the bed, well aware that Kago was no longer on top of her, but standing over her, watching her recover from near death. He looked down at her with a smile and asked, “How did that feel?”