You give those tits what they deserve before the bell

I ended up dumping two more loads onto Phoebe's chest, and was just about to ask her to give me her panties and spread her cheeks when the bell rang. In truth, I could have followed her out or kept her here. Hell, I could take her home, but I was in a school full of girls and didn't want to grow too attached to one just because she was the hottest in my grade -- besides, I knew she wouldn't do anything with anyone else, so she was basically exclusively mine whenever I wanted. So we parted ways at the end of class. She blew me a kiss and I mouthed 'thank you' as she walked away. The dark stains of my cum marked the material of her polo when she pulled it back on. What a beautiful sight. Everyone would see Phoebe Morris' chest of a goddess and know I'd bathed them in my sperm.

My last class of the day was Botany, and the subject matter was so dull, I could barely pay attention. Getting blue-balled by the bell and denied some prime, untouched pussy didn't help. I knew I'd need to squirt into a cunt next - maybe even an asshole - tits and mouths weren't going to cut it for my last period of the day. I took my seat, a little bothered by how cold my chair felt on my bare ass, and watched as the rest of the class filed in. Janice came in, redressed and wiped clean of my spunk. Her face exploded into a smile when she saw me and I knew I could 'fix' her cleaned-up appearance all period if I wanted to. Just when I was about to gesture the nerdy teen over to bounce that pale ass in my lap for a while, I spotted the perfect target enter right behind her.

Emi Takanashi was an exchange student from Japan, though that was about the extent anyone knew of her. We were told she spoke English perfectly, but the girl never uttered a word to anyone her entire stay here. She was just a couple of months away from heading back home, and when I saw the tiny Japanese girl shuffle into class, I knew I couldn't let her go without a parting gift...or two...or three. And after gaining some experience since losing my virginity this morning, my dick was more than ready to oblige me with a long afternoon session.

Before Emi had a chance to settle down at her desk, I caught her attention with a polite wave.

The cute, petite Japanese girl turned to look at me, blushing furiously at first. Her body language told me she might turn tail and run before I could slake myself in her, but she sighed in resignation and approached me, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. The closer she got to my desk, the more I was able to admire her adorable body. Emi was thin, but toned, clearly no stranger to exercise, maybe cardio. Her skin was lightly tanned, but accentuated her long, silky hair rather well. Her breasts were almost nonexistent, seeming merely handfuls. Her ass, though, looked succulent on such a small frame. On a regularly-proportioned girl it would have been average -- on Emi, that booty was obscene...lewd. Unfortunately she always dressed rather conservatively, hiding her blessing with long, full skirts. I intended to remedy that.

"Hey there." I grinned and extended my hand for her to shake. "Nice to finally talk to you, Emi."

She took my offered hand and shook it nervously, looking at me only for brief seconds as we made contact. I caught glimpses of her amber eyes and delicate features, so thin and fragile they could have been painted on. Her lips were her best: two full bows of soft mouth twitched with her anxiety.

"Yes, I heard about you. I'm truly sorry." Emi's voice was lilting and so soft it was nearly a whisper. She released my hand and gave me a little bow. I was taken aback by the formality of it.

"Uh, thanks..." I considered rising to return her bow. That seemed like the right thing to do, but then she spoke again, catching me off guard.

"...you are very handsome," she finished in a strong accent, giving another one of those shy, furtive glances in my direction before looking back down at her feet in silence. Most of my classmates did not pay attention to the exchange, but Janice just a few seats away had her eyes fixed on Emi and me. I hoped to God she wasn't developing a crush or anything. I didn't want a girlfriend.

On a whim I snatched up one of Emi Takanashi's hands in mine. I swear she trembled.

"Thank you," I said leaning close, "You're very beautiful yourself. Would you mind helping me with my illness during class?" I tried a different approach than I had with Phoebe. Something told me Emi would respond better to this, and while her enthusiasm didn't matter in the long run I couldn't help but want her to feel comfortable.

She nodded without looking at me, then whispered:

"...yes..."

That was all I needed to hear. I rose from my seat and escorted the Japanese girl past our teacher's still-empty desk and into the hallway. From the corner of my eye I saw Janice on the verge of speaking up, but ignored her as Emi and I left the classroom. There was an empty rec-room just a few doors down, a place I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. And as much as I wanted everyone to see me enjoy that delicious ass beneath her skirt, there were other things on my mind, curious how playing at romance might spice things up. Before long we were alone, seated side-by-side on an old couch by a window letting in the golden rays of afternoon sun.

I looked over at Emi expectantly. She stared straight ahead, almost hypnotized by the sunlight reflecting off the floor, only raising her head when she felt my hand on her knee. She leaned back against the sofa and slid closer toward me until she was leaning on me like she would collapse if I weren't there.

"Do you have a boyfriend here...or back home?" I began stroking her soft little thigh, having snaked my hand beneath her skirt and up her leg. Emi shuddered and still refused to look me in the eye. This felt so sinful, so wrong -- she was so little compared to me -- but that only pushed me further. Her hands shook in her lap, clasping each other desperately. It took everything not to squeeze her thigh with desire. "It's okay," I said softly, "you can tell me."

"...I do not wish to speak of him..." she murmured, keeping her face turned away from mine.

I moved my hand slowly along her trembling flesh as I spoke. "...well, maybe you don't have to say his name, or even use words. Has he...been inside you? Mm," I hummed with hunger as my fingers trailed up high enough to find the fabric of her panties, "What do we have here?" Overcome by her, I pressed my lips to Emi's neck and began kissing the exposed and tender flesh there while still stroking her thigh. Every so often I would graze the material of her underwear, lingering a bit longer each time. I felt Emi's breath quicken and her body begin to relax.

"We have not been together. I never have. Have - mm - have you?" My heart began to pound in my chest. Her virginity was mine. All mine. Shockingly, she turned her head to catch my lips and kissed me, deeply, her amber-colored eyes screwed shut. The kiss lasted several long moments before she pulled back, catching her breath. When she opened her eyes again, I could see tears pooling in their corners.

"No, no. Please. Don't cry." I brushed her tears away with a thumb and we kissed again before I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, okay? But I'll try not to hurt you too much. And to answer your question - yes, I have. Just this morning was the first time for me." I kept my hand on the girl's thigh, running my finger along the fabric of her undies where they sat low on the inside of her leg. She looked down at my hand there and swallowed audibly.

"I'm ready." There was a determination in her voice that surprised me.

In a few minutes she was undressing while I sat watching. Her top came first, and I saw her childish bra with a cute cartoon-character pattern discarded to reveal perky little mosquito-bites capped with thick nipples. Her shoes and socks came next, and I admired her dainty feet, unpainted but well-maintained. Lastly, I leaned in to see her reveal what I'd been most excited for. The skirt fell, revealing panties that matched her bra, and she turned to give me an eyeful of the most desired Japanese ass in school.

Her butt was thick and tight, and was eating the thinly-stretched material of her underwear between two round cheeks begging to be groped. So I did. I cupped them both, squeezed as hard as I could without hurting her delicate body, then pushed my face into the small valley created by those beautiful cheeks and let my tongue run up between them, tasting her panty-covered pussy-mound and asshole.

Emi whined and pressed back against me, nearly smothering me in ass and cunt. Her panties were soaked through within seconds. Emi groaned softly as my tongue danced over the spot where her virgin hole lay, pressing tightly to her entrance.

I could no longer contain myself, and soon had the exchange student on her back, stretched out on the cushions of the old couch, her cute underwear in a heap nearby. She lay totally exposed to my hungry gaze, my own naked body, unfit as I was, making her look even tinier. My eyes roamed from her trembling little lips to her hardening nipples and the slender hips below, leading down to that precious, lightly-haired pussy between legs opened wide to me. It was perfect, so soft, wet, and inviting. I slid in without another moment's hesitation, pushing greedily into her virgin tightness until I felt the resistance of her hymen give way.

"Ah!" Emi whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut in obvious pain. I didn't stop until I was hilted fully inside her tiny twat, and began to fuck her slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of her we broke in together. When (to my surprise) she came, she bit her lip to keep quiet, but couldn't help crying out with each thrust, "Ah...ah...ah..." As I pumped into her harder and faster she started to breathe heavily and moan with ecstasy. Her cries were high-pitched and frantic, the overwhelmed call of a helpless virgin's deflowering. Animal instinct gripped me further and I began to slam into her tight little hole with slow, hard thrusts. To steady myself, I placed both palms on her barely-there tits and squeezed. Hard.

Emi reached to clutch at my own chest for dear life while letting out squeals of pleasure. Soon I found myself grunting loudly, sweating profusely as I hammered Emi like a cheap slut in heat, knowing full well that I was experiencing her in a way no man ever would again. Our orgasms hit us both so powerfully that our bodies locked together, hands grasping desperately for the nearest breast or bicep, pelvises pressing together in ****, horny need. My cock twitched wildly within Emi's crushing depths, filling her with all its might until the pressure became too much and I erupted, spurting deep into the claimed pussy until my nuts felt totally drained.

Emi let loose an unearthly squeal -- a scream more primal than anything I'd heard before -- and collapsed onto the cushions beneath her. I followed suit, laying atop her in a sweaty, lust-drunk stupor. We lay there motionless, panting, staring at nothing. After what seemed ages we pulled apart, each gasping in their own way, then sat facing each other. Emi stared at me wide-eyed, unable to speak.

"I've never..." The girl put a hand to her chest, feeling her own labored breaths. "I didn't know it could feel like that." She trailed off with a long sigh as she looked down between her legs at the mix of cum and wetness tinged faintly red, now staining the fabric supporting her plush behind.

I chuckled and gave her perfect ass one last squeeze when we stood up, naked, my erection finally flagging.

"Oh, can't forget these," I said, stepping past Emi toward her clothes that still laid where she left them. I picked up her discarded panties and wiped my filthy dick off with them, determined to save them as a reminder. She did not object and began dressing sans underwear. We shared a hug that was perhaps longer than it should have been, a quick kiss, then walked back to class hand-in-hand.

This was not my last encounter with Emi, but I never heard her mention a boyfriend ever again.