Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Mutsumi's scroll ( Chapter 5 )

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CHAPTER FIVE
MUTSUMI'S SCROLL

She was restless and she knew why. Everyone had been so upset because of the funeral. She had never seen Keitaro so distraught. He had been moving about like he was in some kind of trance, and despite everyone's best effort nothing could snap him out of it. The only time he had even smiled this past week is when Kaolla-Su had pounced on him tonight.

She didn't know what to do about her other problem either. Her rising libido was beginning to drive her to do something very desperate.

The other girls didn't even seem to notice the glances she was always giving them.

How many times had she watched the way Shinobu's now developed, butt swish inside her uniform's fuku now? It would swish and sway back and forth under that tight little skirt to the point of being almost hypnotic. And how many times had she almost been caught staring at the way her breasts would bounce inside of the blouse. When she had come to the Hinata at their first meeting Shinobu was an undeveloped, but very kawii little girl. But now her tits jutted out proudly from her chest, and her ass spoke fluently in the language of sexual music. And Mutsumi ached to suck on those breasts, and yearned to caress and fondle that tight little posterior.

She often thought about Motoko's sensuously hard body. Though constantly covered with her kendo-gi except for when she was bathing Motoko had a very delicious looking figure. Because it was when she saw Motoko's bathe that Mutsumi had finally learned the truth that was hidden underneath that uniform. Motoko might be keeping in shape with her kendo training and practices, but it was still soft and well padded in all the right places. Her legs are magnificent sight to behold, long and lean from her years of kendo training. And her buttocks, it looked like a large and juicy peach. Her breasts, when they were freed from their protective wrappings looked large, firm and pointed slightly up at the tips. All in all those scrumptious assets gave Motoko a body that was made for the pleasure of the senses, and she wanted to explore those senses intimately.

Then there was Mitsune. She might be slightly older then the rest of the other girls, but she seemed to be oh, so very well endowed. She loved to play practical jokes on anyone that didn't seem to be paying attention when they ought to. Her favorite target was therefore going to be Keitaro. But everyone living at the Hinata had felt the sting of her humor at least once. Her eyes shone with a brilliance that never seemed to dim, except when the sadness of something in her unknown past invaded them. Then they seemed to be great pits of loathing and despair. And Mutsumi wondered what could have happened to cause her dear friend that much pain. Her hips were wide and womanly, curved. Her tits seemed to be huge, twin pillows that made her mouth water, and she wondered if that downy cleft between her legs was as juicy as the rest of her. Oh how Mutsumi longed to taste her delicate flower just to find out.

Kanako had her own list of charms. She always seemed sullen and moody, and all together quite unfriendly most of the time. And for some reason she had a deep resentment of all of the other girls in residence at the Hinata. But she had a body that could stop traffic on a dime. Her legs looked long and slender as they tapered up to her hips. Her butt looks like an oversized apple, and when she was flirting with Keitaro each half would seem to dance on its very own. Her eyes looked like dark pools that held the secrets of the universe. Mutsumi thought those eyes looked so beautiful, especially when fired with her lust for Keitaro. She was altogether a vision to inspire an artist of stone to carve his muses.

She craved for Kaolla-Su. When she first arrived her Kaolla was skinny as a rail. But now she was fast becoming the vision she had been only under the light of the red moon. Her hips had widened and her breasts had filled in. She now had the hourglass figure that so many women would be paying a substantial doctor's fee so that he can give them one. And her hair, which was usually tied back in a ponytail, was becoming a glistening silver-white that seemed to shine like the full moon on a clear night. The only other young woman she had seen with hair that lovely was Kaolla's sister Amara. In Mutsumi's opinion Kaolla-Su was becoming a very sexy goddess.

And she could never forget about Naru, the unofficial leader of the girls. Her hair looked very silky and smooth, with a light, honey-brown color. She has a perfectly dazzling white smile. And a pair of brilliant sparkling eyes. Her figure looked so full and lush. Her legs tapered up to the gentle swell of her hips. Her hips then slopped back to her narrow waist. Her waist then rose up to the illustrious mounds of pointed tit-flesh that she kept tightly hidden under her blouses. All in all, she considered Naru a woman built for the exploration of sexual fantasies.

Yes all of the girls were firing up her lust and driving her mad with desire. But that was nothing compared to what Keitaro was doing to her.

Yes, last but not least there was Keitaro. He was a very shy unassuming boy, who had, in the past couple of years, become a very kind and mild natured man. A man, in her opinion, who had become the very epitome of what a man, should be like. His face was still basically the same except it had become a little harder and more mature. He still had those same soft doe eyes. His smile was still the same down to earth grin. His face was slightly more tanned from his work in the sun. But that was all that was the same. His body had become hard and lean. His stomach was washboard flat and his arms now boasted of muscle and sinew that she thought he could never have. The manner of his walk and dress might hide the whipcord tight muscles that had developed on his archaeology digs. But they could not hide his most important feature, his beautiful and well developed member. And when Mutsumi had seen his engorged member for the first time? Well it had just about made her have an orgasm right on the spot.

All things being considered Mutsumi was finding it more and more difficult to maintain the softly smiling and seemingly carefree personality that everyone had come to know her for. In fact she was becoming more than tempted to become the districts first female serial rapist if something didn't happen, and quite soon.

She just didn't know what to do. She had been extremely pleased that she had been able to cop a feel on Keitaro's huge phallus on the couch, but that just wouldn't be enough. She wanted so much more than that. And the more she thought about him or the other girls the more sexually frustrated she was becoming. She was going to become a foaming, sexual maniac if something didn't change. Then she thought of the scroll.

`Maybe Grandmother Hina has some kind of advice for me.' She thought glumly.

Getting up and going over to the nightstand where she had placed the scroll and vial, she bent down and collected them. Then she walked back over to the desk and set them down and undid the tie on her robe so as to get more comfortable. Then she picked up the scroll and broke the waxen seal on it. Then she slowly unrolled the scroll and began to read.

To Mutsumi
My most compassionate daughter

It was not very long after my innocent little grandson arrived here that he met a very unassuming girl named Mutsumi.
In fact he and Naru had a bit of an adventure with her on their second meeting that took them all over the whole of with her. Although the other girls thought he and Naru might be running off to elope with one another, and followed with the intent to break it up. They were both just escorting you home.

But one thing led to another and you were all stranded on the other side of the island you family happens to own. With no way to get to the habitable and no way to contact them you settled down to wait for a rescue. And when Keitaro had nearly drowned himself trying to get you and Naru rescued, you had to save him with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But you allowed you lips to linger on his for far longer than necessary. In fact you were enjoying your first kiss even if it did not start out as a kiss.

It was then that Naru had come running up to see what was going on. Keitaro's face was burning with embarrassment and lust. And Naru was hopping mad, was she not?

She was furious that Keitaro was kissing you. She berated him as she stormed off. It wasn't until you caught up with her and explained the problem to her, that she had only misunderstood what the situation was and calmed down. The fact that you were just trying to save the poor boy's life was the only things that made her calm down and listen to you at the time. And although it was only a partial lie on your part, she believed you. Because the lie is you had enjoyed running your tender lips over his and feeling his tongue dueling with yours. But you chose the most interesting way to pay her back for that lie. You backed her up against a tree. And once you had her trapped there you kissed her as well. This caused her to flush with the embarrassment of her first sexually based kiss coming from you and not him.

Unknown to either one of them those kisses had awakened your desire for the both of them. In fact it would have been the first and only time you would have admitted to anyone you bi-sexual tendencies if only they would have accepted you as their partner. But unfortunately you guessed that they were both inexperienced.

Time passed and eventually you moved to the district with getting into as your excuse. But in truth it was because you wanted to be near the both of them, wasn't it?

“How does she know me so well,” Mutsumi said softly lowering the scroll to her lap. “I hardly knew her but she seems to have studied my life. This is way too creepy.” She gave a small shudder, then raised the scroll and continued reading.

As time ticked on you remembered Keitaro's promise to Naru. And you used it to bring them closer than they might ever have been without your interference. And for that I thank you, but I digress.

Once you saw that their relationship had balanced out you thought you might attach yourself to Naru first. And you had nearly succeeded when your lightheadedness in moist heat nearly broke that up.

The night you passed out from you hot shower into Keitaro's arms made Naru very angry with the both of you. She felt betrayed and humiliated when she saw you fall into his arms. And if you had not explained the situation again and mended fences quickly they might have been broken up for good.

But even that close shave did not curb your desire for them, it had only increased it.

So you finally moved into the apartments with the pretext of studying for your collegiate entrance exams.

But once you arrived here you found yourself surrounded by even more lovely girls that had somehow attached themselves in one way or another to Keitaro. And that sent your sexual curiosity into overdrive.

For many years my child, you have worn a mask. You have worn the mask the whole time you have been here. It is a mask that hides the seething lust that boils within the heart of you. It is a mask that has protected you from the judgment of others. Others, who might, for some unknown reason, might want to look upon your natural sexual appetites with distain if they were to find out about them. Your fantasies are normal, but they are not approved of, even today.

That is where I plan to help you my dear Mutsumi. I know that your bottled desire is starting to drive you over the edge. And I know fully well that you would rather use sex to heal rather than to hurt.

That is why I brewed the tea for everyone. That tea is in fact, a very powerful potion. Each of you has received one dose of it. And as many of you girls, and of course Keitaro, drink them so each of you, in turn, will be bound to one another. And when you are thusly bound, so will you be bound to Keitaro.

Just imagine my dear how it will be when all of your innermost fantasies become a reality. All of the dreams you have had of all of the sexual combinations you could have with them could be yours my dear. Think of all the positions and partner combinations that will be open to you when all of you are bound together as one.

I tell you this because it might be the only way for my little potion to work. You just might just be the catalyst that will bring all of the girls together for my grandson.

Show them your love my dear Mutsumi. Show them your passion. Be the spark that lights the fires of their love for my grandson. Become my glue that will bind all of you together into a family. Become the torch that sets their hearts ablaze with lust. Watch over all of the others and you just might find more pleasure than you have ever dreamed of.

With Special Wishes, `Grandmother Hina'

When she had finished the scroll she carefully re-rolled it. Then she carefully set it down and picked up the vial. She then looked at the now slightly red liquid inside of the vial. Then she broke out into a sly smile as she broke the seal and opened it.

Then she raised the vial in the air toasting Grandmother Hina, and her memory. She then drank the reddish-pink fluid in small sips. She savored the taste, so much like a symphony of flowers as it went down her throat. And when she had finished it a warm familiar and familiar urge began to pulsate deep within the confines of her chest.

Gently smiling, Mutsumi set the vial down upon her desk. Then she got up and quietly crossed the floor to where her futon lay.

Sitting down upon the mattress she kicked off her white ducky slippers then she finished unfastening the tie to her outer robe and allowed it to fall to the floor.

Standing once again she crossed the floor to where a full-length floor vanity stood. Picking up the large mirror she carried it over and set it next to her futon. Then she adjusted it so that the reflection would be optimal from the mattress of her futon. She then sat down on her futon and looked into the mirror.

Gazing into the mirror she turned her body first to the left, and then to the right. She liked to admire her proud, full-figured body. She noticed how well the black, trimmed in pink teddy she wore set off the color of her skin and highlighted her curves. She loved how its low cut front gave her cleavage a deep canyon-esk look. She prided herself on her taste when she ran her hands over the Mayan sun pattern cut out over her mound of Venus. She thrilled at how the material gave a distinct heart shape to her well rounded buttocks. She admired how the material seemed to vanish between the globes of her buttocks, when really it was just two strips of silken cloth that separated just below her muff and reattached just above the nethermost part of her. It was designed to be very comfortable yet very sexy.

As she preened and teased herself in this manner, her heartbeat began to quicken and her breath began to come in shallow gasps.. To aid in her teasing self-pleasure she unlaced just the top of the provocative lingerie, allowing her breasts to spill free of the garment.

Her breasts were large and firm, with very little sag considering their enormous size. She began to rhythmically pull and tease and rub them, proudly gazing at the large areolas that marked the center of each one. And after Mutsumi had done this for a-while she began to smile when the color of her nipples and areolas began to turn from a dark peach color to crimson red. And her nipples began to resemble red, ripe raspberries, and much less resemble the short fleshy nubs that they had been.

As she continued to fondle her mammoth breasts she again thought of the pleasures she would be able to share with the girls and Keitaro.

She thought of Shinobu. Her thin frame now filled out. She thought of tasting her core and watching her face flush crimson with pleasure. She thought of the surprise that would cause her slender frame quake with lust and passion as she licked at the down of her velvety womanhood. She drooled at the thought of being the first one to push her tongue into the tight bud of her rectum, only to replace it moments later with her finger.

She thought of cross little Kanako. Mutsumi took pleasure in imagining that porcelain doll face framed in ebony hair. She imagined that face pressed tightly into the crevice of her own milky white thighs as she had her lick out her own brown berry. She continued to drool over the fact the she might even want to have her taste the flavor own sweet flower. Then with a toy or two she would show her the pleasure one woman was capable of giving another.

She thought about Kaolla-Su. Her boundless energy turned towards the pursuits of pleasure. She imagined herself on her hands and knees getting her wet sex plunged again and again by the strap-on Kaolla would be wearing. She saw the silvery haired girl sucking hungrily at the twin mounds of her breasts. She saw herself accepting the flood of juices that would spill out from the girls quivering little canal when she used her tongue on it.

She thought about Mitsune. Her huge rack pressed against her willing face. Nibbling and sucking those mounds as busy fingers explored the damp folds of each others willing sex. Then they would move to food and use the ingredients to make an even tastier desert out of one another. Licking and playing with each other until they would both pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.

When she had reached this point her fingers had removed themselves from her breasts and were now probing her vigorously sopping hole. Deeper and deeper she dug into her now quivering cleft. Yet she was very careful not to puncture her still intact maidenhead. And as her climax quickly approached her lustful thoughts continued onward towards a fulfillment she had not had in a long time.

She thought about the warrior Motoko. Her strong warriors body being brought into sexual submission to her own lurid sexual desires. In her minds eye she saw the proud samurai wearing the garb of a submissive. She saw her humbly fulfilling all of the sexual requests of the girls and Keitaro. She saw the girl beg to be pleasured again and again by her tongue or some of the playful little toys at their disposal.

She thought again of honey haired Naru. She knew and saw her as the chief-est of the wives that Keitaro would posses, she saw herself willingly submitting to Naru's lustful demands following her orders to lick her velvet rug or to suck upon her beautiful breasts. She knew that Naru would, and must, be the leader of the girls and the lead mother to the children household. She pictured herself as chief caregiver to her and to everyone else.

Then she pictured Keitaro. He looked is so young and so handsome that she would almost climax at the sight of him. And it didn't hurt that he was hung with a member of solid brass. She pictured him lying in a room where the floor was covered in pillows. He was as the Japanese emperors and sheiks of old. He would just lounge there in a semi-dressed state relaxing his Adonis like body. And although the girls would be pleasuring each other they were just waiting for his signal. For when he signaled that lucky girl would get to get up and go over to please her master. And it didn't matter which hole he would use be it oral, vaginal, or even anal. If master Keitaro desired a form of release it would be provided. She saw herself being pounded again and again by his mighty thrusts. She could almost feel herself gag when she tried to swallow his tool down her throat. She felt her nether entrance pucker as she thought of him sliding his penis deeper into her bowls. She could almost feel it when she saw him explode into her womb during his own climax.

As the visions in her head were coming to an peak Mutsumi's climax washed over her. Her internal muscles clamped, and clenched at her fingers. Sweat was pouring down her face and into her eyes. Her face was flushed a dark crimson. And then as if it had a will of its own a mighty sound burst from her lungs

“Ghaaaraaachooo…”

Then she slumped back onto her futon and slept as if she would never wake. And as she slept she dreamt once again of Keitaro and the other girls…