Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Legacy ❯ Chapter 32

Naru slung her book bag over her shoulder as she exited her lass class for the day. I can't wait to get home and take a long, relaxing soak, eat some of Shinobu-chan's cooking, and maybe see if I can get Keitaro alone so I can talk with him. This tension is driving me nuts! she thought. Ever since Keitaro had returned from Pararakelse Island, he had been a different man in many regards, and that - along with her new perspective on herself and how she had treated him and those around her - had done a number on her nerves.

 

Feeling the familiar spike of warmth at the very thought of Keitaro, Naru smiled to herself. It may be driving me nuts, but just seeing him makes me hot, she thought to herself, hurrying down the walkway toward the gate. Checking her phone, she saw that no new messages or calls were waiting for her. Tucking her phone back away, she waved to a few people she knew from classes as she hurried off. Strange, but it is almost like I am attending Todai without Keitaro, it occurred to her. Karma? wondered the girl. Starting from that very first day, when the bell had somehow managed to break his leg, thus delaying his entrance to Todai, it had been like something was trying to keep them from attending classes together, like they had promised.

 

“Even Mutsumi and I hardly ever see each other here,” she muttered to herself. The Okinawan girl was in the arts and sciences program, while she was in the economics program. Keitaro was in the archeology department, though his status was peculiar to him, being both a student, and an honorary fellow of the department thanks to his discoveries. When Motoko and Shinobu get here, I wonder if I will see them any more than I see Mutsumi? wondered Naru, feeling a little lonely.

 

The feeling was short-lived, however, since she nearly instantly recalled that she lived with them, and would see them every day no matter what program they joined. That thought made her smile as she exited the campus, nodding to the guard in his little booth by one of the student gates. Hurrying forward, she made her way toward the rail station, the first stop on her journey back home to the Hinata.

 

“There she is,” said a man a short distance from the student gate. “Just like always,” he said, brining up his cell phone. Two-waying his accomplices, he let them know where they needed to be as he moved to follow the brunette. Staying a bit behind the girl, the man soon saw his two partners-in-crime mingle into the crowd. Satisfied that all was in readiness, he began to move closer to the girl, intending to catch her just short of the station, where a café was near-by to suggest they talk in over a cup of coffee or an iced drink.

 

Just before he was ready to call out to her, however, he saw her wave an arm. “Keitaro! Hey, Keitaro!” she called out. Looking at the crowd near the station, he spotted the former ronin loser.

 

What is he doing here?! the man thought, scowling. An instant later, his scowl was gone, since his jaw was hanging open. “Is that…?” he mumbled.

 

“Motoko, what are you doing over here?” wondered Naru, spotting her tall, proud house mate with their manager and shared love interest.

 

“I am accompanying Keitaro as he ran some errands,” Motoko replied calmly. “He said he had something to take by his department, so we made a side trip,” she explained.

 

“Heading to Todai? I'll go with you,” Naru said, looking between the two of them. “Um, if you don't mind, I mean,” she added softly.

 

Keitaro glanced at Motoko. “You are welcome to join us, Naru,” the warrior woman said, her eyes meeting Keitaro's for a split second before she spoke.

 

“Yeah, feel free,” Keitaro seconded, sounding a little relieved. Naru turned, the three retracing their steps. “So, um, how are classes going for you, Naru?” he asked her.

 

“Same as always,” she replied easily. There was a somewhat awkward tension between the three of them, but it was not like it had been before. “Compared to getting into Todai, the classes are pretty easy,” she shrugged.

 

“Well, I am relieved to hear that,” Motoko said, her hand absently taking Keitaro's hand on his right side, Naru having made a few abortive attempts to take his left hand in her hand. She couldn't help but worry that he would flinch or gasp if she did, causing a scene. Not like he doesn't have reason to react like that, the woman thought unhappily. That realization only strengthened her resolve to do everything she could to make right her past mistakes.

 

“Huh?”

 

Shaking aside her thoughts, she glanced at Keitaro, seeing him craning his head around to look at the crowd around them. “What's wrong?” wondered Naru.

 

“I thought I saw Kentaro,” he said, still looking around. Motoko was looking, too, Naru joining her companions. After few moments, Keitaro shrugged. “Must have been seeing things,” he dismissed the playboy from his mind. “Anyway, after I give the department head a copy of my site report, we can head home for supper,” he said.

 

“Sounds good,” Naru smiled. Motoko smiled, too.

 

“Shinobu should have supper about ready by the time we get back,” noted the tall swordswoman.

 

“Speaking of Todai,” Naru said after a moment of silence, “what program are you looking at joining when you get in, Motoko?” she asked the younger girl.

 

“I am considering the law program,” replied Motoko.

 

“A lawyer?” wondered Naru. Somehow, I can't really see her as a lawyer. She's a little too stiff and reserved to be a good one, and god help the fool who antagonizes her or insults her! Naru thought.

 

“No, I have no plans - nor desire! - to be a lawyer. I do, however, need to have a basic understanding of law. The Shinmei-ryu school will require an heir, and if it to be me, I must be prepared for the role,” she explained. And in the event that I am chosen, I will still need to have an understanding of legal issues, the girl left unsaid.

 

“Good point,” Naru nodded. A thought occurred to her. “But, before, didn't your sister take back the school?” asked the brunette.

 

“Yes,” Motoko confirmed. “Nee-san has a pre-law degree from Kyoto University,” revealed Motoko.

 

“Wow!” exclaimed Keitaro. “I didn't know she had a degree!”

 

“Few do,” Motoko agreed. “But, it has been the tradition of our family for the last several generations that the heir to the family style familiarize themselves with the issues they will face as head of the family art and master of the dojo.”

 

“Kyoto University,” mused Keitaro. Since he had learned that Tokyo University was his family's alma mater, and with Haruka having told him that Kyoto pretty much belonged to the Aoyama, it made sense to him that the samurai family would have a long relationship with the other university. Is this yet another sign of the feud between our houses? he wondered.

 

“What are you thinking, Keitaro?” asked Naru, knowing the signs.

 

“What? Oh, just thinking about something that Haru said on the way back from Pararakelse,” he waved it away.

 

“Will you share it with us?” asked Motoko softly, the three reaching Todai. Naru and Keitaro showed their IDs, and Keitaro's status allowed Motoko to accompany them into the school's inner areas.

 

“Haru said that Kyoto was pretty much the domain of the Aoyamas, while Tokyo was our town, and since most of our family have gone to Todai, it makes sense that your family would go to Kyoto University. But I had never wondered if the rivalry between Todai and Kyoto might have been caused by the feud between our families,” he explained his passing thoughts to Motoko and Naru.

 

“There could be some measure of truth to that,” Motoko said. “Our family has been a backer of the school since the shortly after the founding of Kyoto University, and we have many in our family who have gone there for advanced education,” she explained.

 

“Granny said that our family was heavily invested in Todai; to the point where whatever Granny did to get expelled was hushed up and glossed over,” he replied in turn. Naru and Motoko blinked.

 

“Expelled?” wondered Naru.

 

“Granny Hina?” wondered Motoko. Keitaro gulped.

 

“Um, maybe I shouldn't have said that,” he laughed weakly.

 

“For what?” Naru asked herself. Granny Hina is a wildcat, to be sure, but to be expelled from Todai? What could she have done to cause that?! Images flickered through her head of several, several things that Granny Hina damn well might have done to get kicked out of one of the top schools in Japan; none of them were particularly benign. The three had reached the offices of the archeology department, and Keitaro led them to the small, cramped, stuffy office he and Seta shared. Unlocking the door, he led them into the room.

 

“This place could use some cleaning,” noted Motoko.

 

“Probably, but then Seta would never be able to find anything,” shrugged Keitaro. Freeing a notebook, he flipped several pages before checking the page. Nodding to himself, he booted up a battered laptop and logged into the veteran device. Once he was connected to the department's sub-domain, he fumbled in his pockets for a moment before withdrawing a small thumb drive, which he carefully inserted into the USB port. A few clicks later, and he was done. “Might as well check on the progress of the team,” he mumbled, typing on the laptop for a moment.

 

Curious, Motoko and Naru crowed close to him, leaning over his shoulders to see what he was into. Picture after picture of the site came up, as well as GPS maps of the dig, computer-generated models, CAD renderings of what the site might have originally looked like, and even a few CG animations. “Wow! They've been busy,” Keitaro marveled.

 

“So, that is what the site looks like,” Naru said, leaning closer to Keitaro to get a better look at the modest screen. Her breasts pressed against his shoulder blade, her cheek nearly touching his. On his other side, Motoko was likewise leaning against him, her breasts also flattened against his shoulder blade and her cheek warm against his.

 

“Can we see the pictures of the site?” Motoko asked. Gulping, Keitaro swiftly set up a slide show of all the digital pictures of the site, many of them showing members of the dig next to the object being photographed, or in the background. Even though he tried to concentrate on the photos, he found that the intoxicating scent of the two girls was making rational thought difficult. His pants were tented by his steel-hard dick.

 

Shifting his arms as casually as he could, Keitaro tried to adjust himself without drawing the girls' attention to his rampant boner. Their combined scent in his nose was enough to make his dick throb, and the warmth radiating from the contacts between him and them was like being in a hot spring. Swallowing roughly, he worked on getting his dick into a more comfortable position.

 

His efforts brought about a new difficulty, though. As he tried to make himself comfortable, his elbows brushed against two sets of silky-smooth thigh skin. No sooner had he registered what his elbows were touching than he froze, waiting for the explosion he was sure was about to take place. After a moment or two of nothing happening, he dared to peek at the girls. First, he turned his head slightly toward Motoko.

 

As he did, he found that - due to her proximity to him and position - his lips brushed up against her lips. Other than a tiny twitch, she didn't react; though her lips did purse slightly before parting a little in invitation. Eyes wide, Keitaro realized that the hard points in his back were her nipples. Forcing himself to turn away from her, he checked on Naru.

 

Naru was breathing fast, her cheeks red, but she, too, wasn't reacting to the fact that his elbows had brushed against her thighs a little above her knees. When he shifted his arm, he felt two hard points against that shoulder as well. Nervously licking his lips, Keitaro wondered what to do. His dick was killing him.

 

“You…um…should take care of that,” Naru said, her breath fast and hot on his cheek.

 

“Yes, it must be…uncomfortable,” Motoko agreed. Keitaro heard her swallow nervously. Neither girl made any move to pull back from where they were pressed against him. Coughing softly, Keitaro managed to find his voice.

 

“But, if I move,” he tried to think of a way to say what he was thinking without setting one or both of them off.

 

“It…it's ok,” Naru said quietly. Slowly, Keitaro adjusted himself, having to pull on his pants and struggle with the tempered steel pipe in his pants to get a measure of comfort. Doing so caused him to rub his arms against the girls' thighs. Neither moved, though both gave soft gasps and moans. When he was more or less comfortable, the two pressed even closer to him. The intermingled scent of the two that had made his dick snap to attention grew thicker and stronger in the enclosed area.

 

Moments that seemed like hours passed before Keitaro couldn't take it any more. Reaching back and around, he put a hand on each girl's shin, marveling at how soft and supple the skin was. Even three months ago, he would have been a babbling, cringing wreck in this position; that, or in orbit, planning his next move. But not now. Not with what had happened in those months.

 

It didn't hurt any that Haru had promised that the girls he so cherished and cared for would never hit him again. And the experience he had gained helped a lot, too. Most of it was hormones, though. He wanted them - badly. That wasn't a new development. Having seen them naked so often over the years had forced him to sometimes marathon jerk off sessions. Anything to keep himself in control of his urges.

 

But not now. Licking his lips, he slowly stroked the knees and lower thighs of Motoko and Naru, the two most explosive and orbit-prone girls of them all. And as near as he could tell, they weren't upset about it all. Motoko-chan did tell me she wanted to be the one I picked, and she even gave me her word that she would try her best to be a wife to me, should I pick her and not Tsuruko, he recalled. Images of what he had glimpsed under her mini-skirt danced in his head. He unconsciously roamed higher on Motoko's thighs. Motoko began to pant softly, pressing her cheek against his, but making no protest or move to stop him.

 

Breathing fast, Keitaro found himself wondering about the other girl he was caressing. Naru should have hit me by now, he thought hazily. Every time before, she had lost it and lashed out at him. Even making out with her for an extended period had set her off. The so-very-few times he had actually gotten to pet her had always ended up in a punch or kick from the girl and an outburst of anger from her. Maybe I was just doing it wrong, he considered. But even so, what has happened to Naru while I was gone? he asked himself.

 

This discordant thought slowly gained strength in his mind, to the point of interfering with his enjoyment of the moment. Finally, he had to know for sure. “Naru,” he said roughly, “what's happened to you?” he asked, removing his hand from her thighs and turning slightly. Motoko shifted as well, keeping herself tight to him. Keitaro didn't realize that he had left his hand on her upper thighs, almost close enough to her thong to feel how wet it was.

 

Naru felt him distance himself from her, and nearly sobbed. It…it was almost like it was supposed to be all along! she thought, despairing. But now, it's come back to haunt me, the way I used to treat him. Straightening to stand before him and Motoko - who she couldn't help but notice was still pressed to his back tightly, her cheek against his, his hand under her miniskirt's hem - Naru drew in a calming breath.

 

“What's happened to me?” she repeated. “I…faced up to what I was,” she said quietly. “While you were away, I was forced to be honest with myself, and I…” she choked up, tears in the corners of her eyes. After a few moments, she felt she could continue, though that was the last thing she wanted to do. I have…to tell him, she told herself. I have to find out if he can forgive me for what I have done, like Mutsumi-chan said he would, thought the brunette desperately. If I can't be with him, I want to know now.

 

“I have been going to therapy for a while, Keitaro,” she continued, her voice quavering. “I'm a wreck, emotionally and psychologically,” admitted the girl. “But, I have been getting better! I swear it, Keitaro! I've been making good progress, and I want to get better.” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek. Sucking in a deep breath, Naru the terror of Hinata, knelt and bowed.

 

“Please forgive me, Keitaro, for being such a bitch,” she whispered, “I have treated you worse than anyone deserved to be treated, when all you wanted was to make me happy,” she said. “I couldn't see the damage that was doing, to you and to the others,” especially Shinobu-chan, Naru thought to herself, “but, if you will allow me, I want to try and make it up to you; to all of you,” she corrected herself. Slowly raising her face to look at him, she was scared of what she would see.

 

“Naru,” sighed Keitaro, looking at the girl and feeling uneasy for reasons he couldn't quite pin down. Looking at her, he knew - even if he had come to hate her - he could never hurt her by holding a grudge. And the truth is, I don't hate her, he thought, his hand growing still on Motoko's thigh. I don't know if I love her like I used to, but I do still love her, Keitaro admitted to himself. “I forgive you,” he said, offering her a small smile.

 

“You…do?” asked Naru softly, her eyes wide. “Even though I did so many mean things to you? And hurt you so many times? And…?”

 

“I forgive you, Naru,” he repeated. Naru's wide eyes flickered over to Motoko's eyes. The samurai girl gave her the briefest of nods. A smile exploded across her face.

 

“Keitaro!” she squealed, lunging up and throwing herself at him. Wrapping her arms around him and Motoko both, she locked her lips to his, nearly tipping the three of them over. If Motoko hadn't shifted her legs, they would have, but with the samurai girl bracing the chair, they all stayed off the floor. As it was, Keitaro was forced to remove the hand that had been on Motoko's thigh to keep Naru from falling off him.

 

“Careful, Naru,” hissed Motoko. A soft moan was her only answer, Naru still lip-locked with Keitaro. Eventually, Keitaro managed to break the kiss, easing Naru back a little. His former girlfriend was panting, her cheeks still wet with tears, but a smile on her face.

 

“Keitaro,” cooed the girl, touching his chest with her hand. He could feel a wave of heat coming off her. It mingled with the radiant heat coming from Motoko behind him. Together, the two girls were raising his temperature; not unlike a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

 

Glancing down from the happily-smiling girl's face, he saw that her shirt was tight across her chest, her hard nipples poking out prominently. Gulping, he looked back up to her face. Naru was watching him. “It's ok,” she breathed, leaning back in toward him. “But, I need to tell you something else,” she added, the tip of her nose touching the tip of his nose.

 

“W…what?” Keitaro managed. His dick was doing its best to rip through his pants, the better to bury itself in warm, wet, slick pussy.

 

“I'm attracted to girls, as well,” Naru admitted. Keitaro blinked, Motoko coloring a little. She knew about it, of course, but hearing Naru say it so casually caused her to blush as she recalled the kiss she had shared with the temperamental brunette in her therapy session. Seeing Keitaro blink, Naru kept eye contact. “And the girls I am most attracted to are the ones in the Hinata,” she finished her confession.

 

“You…your…?” wheezed Keitaro, shocked.

 

“Bisexual,” Naru supplied the word Keitaro was groping for. If only he'd grope me, the thought flickered through the girl's mind. “But only with certain girls,” she amended the statement. “I,” she paused, reconsidering her words, “It's not just me, either,” she said softly, a hand touching his cheek. “Mutsumi is, too,” Naru continued, her other hand touching his dick hungrily. “And…I think maybe Kanako is curious,” frowned Naru. That would make sense for the way she acted around us, she reasoned. “Can you…accept me like that?” she asked. Mutsumi was sure he would, but… she felt a ball of anxiety form in her stomach, somewhat cooling the fires in her loins.

 

“Yeah,” panted Keitaro, one hand fumbling back, finding Motoko's thigh again, making the girl moan happily. That heavenly smell that was choking the air in the office was the only thing he was interested in right then. Well, the source of the scent was what he was interested in. And he knew where the heavenly scent was coming from, thanks to his recent experience with girls. “Sure, Na-chan,” he added hazily, the hand steadying her body moving down to her thigh before immediately moving back up, under her miniskirt.

 

Reaching her tight ass, he grabbed one of her cheeks, squeezing it firmly. Naru gasped happily. Thank god I'm wearing a thong, she thought, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of Keitaro squeezing her rear. Was he always this good? wondered the girl who had always ended up lashing out at him whenever he even came close to doing something like this before. I'm an idiot, she realized. If I wasn't so screwed up, I could be the only girl who got this kind of attention from him, she mourned her lost chance.

 

Behind the two, Motoko was staring, transfixed, as Keitaro boldly pushed his hand under Naru's skirt to grope her ass. Before, she would have attacked him for such a lewd and perverted act. It would have been proof to her that all men were vile, nasty creatures. Of course, a lot had changed in the last year or so - and even more drastic changes had come in the last couple of months. He's so…bold, Motoko wondered, biting her lip to keep from moaning. Beneath her own miniskirt, Keitaro's other hand was pressing against her barely-covered pussy, his finger rubbing her damp thong in a way that made her wish she hadn't obstructed his access to her sex.

 

Keitaro was more than ready for more of the girls. Pulling his hand off her ass, he pushed on her stomach, easing her back slightly. Seeing her blink at him, her eyes clouded with lust, he leered at her as he reached out, cupping her breast. “Mm,” he hummed happily, thumb and forefinger easily finding her nipple. So long waiting for this, a sliver of awareness noted. His other hand tired of petting Motoko's soaked sex, hooking a finger under her panties and drawing them down as the hand on Naru dropped down to wiggle under her blouse before driving back up.

 

“Keitaro!” squealed Motoko, feeling his finger return to touch her directly, her wet panties around her ankles.

 

“Shh,” breathed Naru, looking Motoko in the eyes, “just enjoy, Mo-chan,” she whispered, smiling at the samurai. She's so sexy, blushing and trembling like that, her panties around her ankles, Naru giggled to herself. Reaching out, she wrapped an arm around Motoko's neck, pulling the girl into a kiss with her as Keitaro unfastened her bra.

 

“N…Naru!” stuttered Motoko when Naru broke the kiss. Naru gave her a half-shrug.

 

“You already know I'm bi,” Naru offered. A low, aggressive growl from the man between them erased that topic from their minds. Focusing on Keitaro, the two found that he was watching them, a look in his eyes the likes of which they had never seen. Keitaro was consumed with lust.

 

Shooting to his feet, one arm steadying Naru as the other tugged Motoko out from behind the chair, Keitaro guided the two to the small, piled-under desk. Hastily sweeping his arm across the desk, he knocked the books, notes, artifacts and accumulated detritus to the floor before pinning the two girls against the desk, side-to-side, an arm around each. Leaning over to Motoko, he used a hand on her cheek to turn her into a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth.

 

My first kiss, Motoko's mind babbled, Keitaro got my first kiss! cheered the girl. She didn't count the incident with Su's kissing robot. Completely unsure what to do, she nevertheless did her best to respond, her arms coming up to loop around his neck. Keitaro!

 

Even if he was busy claiming Motoko's lips, Keitaro didn't forget about Naru. Fingers frantically fumbled along her waist, finding the button and zipper that secured her skirt, unbuttoning and unzipping so her miniskirt dropped to the floor. No sooner had that happened, than he tugged her panties down as well, Naru stepping out of skirt and panties both, liking the direction things were going. When Keitaro went after her top, she swiftly tugged it off, her already-unfastened bra coming off as she pulled her blouse over her head.

 

Seeing that Keitaro was still ravaging Motoko's lips with his own, Naru worked a hand between her hip and his groin, struggling with his zipper. She knew what she wanted, and there was no point in waiting any longer. As if he was aware of her goals, Keitaro eased back, giving her room to work with both hands. With the added use of her other hand, she swiftly had his belt unbuckled, his pants unbuttoned and his zipper unzipped. Even before she got the tab to the bottom of the track, his hard tool burst out of the fly of his pants, pushing his boxers aside. Naru cooed happily at the sight of his swollen member, the plum-sized head slick with pre-cum.

 

Keitaro finally released Motoko's lips, leaving the girl panting and trembling. Looking into the girl's eyes, he used both hands to caress her breasts, the first non-accidental touch he had gotten with her. “Mm,” he hummed, inhaling a deep breath as he massaged her surprisingly-large breasts. Soft, resilient and firm, he confirmed his visual assessment of her tits. Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her shirt and jerked it over her head, Motoko raising her arms to help him and tossing her hair as the shirt was discarded negligently. Seeing her breasts enclosed in a flimsy lace bra, Keitaro was reminded of the impudent garment's transgressions against him. “Damn bra,” he muttered, grabbing it and ripping it off her. Touch my Motoko, will you?! a primal part of him angrily snarled at the defeated interloper. He cast aside the unworthy item, eyes on Motoko's bare breasts.

 

“Ah!” gasped Motoko, feeling him rip her bra off. Her gasp had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with arousal. Between her legs, she could feel the burning-hot juice seeping down her thighs. He's so…! Motoko marveled, breathing heavily. “Keitaro-sama,” she begged.

 

Keitaro liked what he saw; he liked it a lot. Dipping his head, he inhaled one large, hard nipple, sucking and licking with abandon. Hissing in pleasure, Motoko wrapped her arms around his head, holding him to her breast. Naru watched the two, one hand wrapped around Keitaro's tool, the other working on Motoko's skirt. Her own body ached for the touch of her lovers; either of them, though she would prefer both of them. Finally releasing Motoko's skirt, she let the other girl's miniskirt fall to the floor, Motoko likewise stepping out of her skirt, leaving her thong panties around one ankle.

 

As good as Motoko tasted, Keitaro wanted more. Holding suction, he pulled his head back, Motoko's breast stretching forward for a moment before her spit-shiny nipple popped free of his lips, her breasts jiggling for a moment. Stepping back, he eyed his two prizes. Both girls were leaning against the desk, naked, flushed and panting, their hands absently joined. Between his legs, his dick throbbed. Which one? a part of his mind wondered. Making his choice, he reached out, taking Naru's shoulders in his hands.

 

Pulling her to him, he kissed her hungrily, Naru returning the attention. After only a moment, though, Keitaro broke the kiss, gently pushing her back enough to look into her eyes. Meeting his gaze, she instinctively knew what he was wanting. Silently, she nodded, maintaining eye contact. I should have done this months ago, she thought, surrendering herself to his desires. If I had, things might not have gotten so…complicated.

 

Turning her around, he patted her back, Naru bending forward, finding that she was face-to-breasts with Motoko, who was still leaning against the rickety desk, staring at the two in a mix of anxiety and impatience. Grinning at the proud girl, Naru put her hands on the lip of the desk at each side of Motoko's hips, effectively pinning her in place. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the slightly-musky scent Motoko was giving off in addition to the lighter, flowery scent of her perfume. Oh, she's horny as hell, thought Naru smugly. Focusing on Motoko's exposed breasts, she found herself licking her lips and swallowing mouthfuls of drool at the sight of the stiff brown nipples prominently displayed.

 

Her attention was diverted by the feeling of Keitaro's hands on her slick thighs, urging her legs apart and her hips to tilt a little. Naru obeyed his silent directions, panting in anticipation of what was to come. Closing her eyes, she waited, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of her life. Feeling Keitaro shift behind her, she held her breath nervously. “Eep!” she gasped when she felt something warm, spongy and slick brush her sex.

 

“Na-chan?” Keitaro asked, his voice rough with desire.

 

“I'm fine,” she breathed back softly, shivering slightly as his hands settled on her hips, squeezing her firmly, yet gently. Barely were the words past her lips when she felt him press against her entrance. Exhaling forcefully, she willed herself to relax as much as possible, wondering how much it would hurt. As he pushed harder, beginning to penetrate her, she felt herself stretching open to allow him into her untouched passage. Feels tight, but doesn't hurt, Naru discovered. Guess my fingering myself for years did some good, postulated the girl before dismissing it.

 

“Ugh,” she breathed aloud, feeling very tight and full; not to mention very much like a woman. Harshly panting, she twitched her hips unconsciously, seeking to force herself onto his wonderful tool as fast and deep as possible. “Keitaro,” she mewed. He didn't answer her immediately, though he did thrust harder, swiftly reaching her deepest depths. For a moment, he held still in her passage, his crown French kissing the door to her womb. But only for a moment.

 

Grunting, Keitaro began to thrust, making Naru gasp in time to his grunts. Both partners rose toward release like space rockets, falling into a natural rhythm as the speed built and pace quickened. Naru found herself looking once more at Motoko's heaving breasts. It took her a moment to realize that the breasts were growing closer to her face. Why are her tits growing? wondered Naru, just before her face met the soft, supple swells of womanhood.

 

Keitaro liked what he saw, looking down at Naru as he hammered into her. She was sexy, tight and finally his. How many times he had dreamed of this moment, of being with Naru like this, he couldn't recall. Probably a lot, a fraction of his mind mused. But for the last several months, no more than I have dreamed about the other girls, realized that same small part of his intellect. Masturbating had been a necessary measure to control himself since shortly after he and the girls first came to their understanding. As he grew closer to the girls, his sexual desires grew. It had quickly become a near-daily step for him. It didn't escape his notice that nudie mags and hentai books were of no use any more. No point fantasizing about strangers when you live in a house full of cute, sexy girls who keep ending up naked in front of you.

 

Movement in his peripheral vision caused him to look up. He saw Motoko watching the two, her body shiny with sweat, nipples hard, and a look of longing on her face. The fact that Naru had her hands on either side of the girl's hips, her head nearly on Motoko's lap, didn't hurt the appeal of the scene before him any. Taking a hand off Naru's hip, he reached out, over her back, to take Motoko's upper arm in his hand. Tugging on her strong, toned arm, he urged her to lean forward. Once she understood what he wanted, she eagerly did so, the two meeting in another kiss over Naru's back. Instinct made Motoko wrap an arm around Keitaro's neck as she kissed him, holding them both steady even as he frantically thrust into Naru's sex. The cramped, crowded office echoed with the wet sounds of Keitaro's tool claiming Naru.

 

Panting and drooling, Naru teetered on the brink of a mind-melting orgasm. Lifting her head as best as she could, she felt Motoko's hard nipples drag along her cheeks. Her nose was pressed against the swordswoman's breastbone, the large, soft mass of the younger Aoyama's breasts surrounding Naru's face. Twisting her head a little, Naru opened her mouth, capturing one of the nipples and sucking on the treat.

 

Keitaro was surprised when Motoko suddenly jerked away, hissing in surprise as she trembled. “Mo-chan?” questioned Keitaro roughly, barely able to maintain control. When the girl wrapped an arm around Naru's head, hold the older brunette to her tits, he realized what had happened. Na-chan's sucking on Motoko's nipples! the young man silently gaped. Pulling hard on Naru's hips, he held himself tight to her womb as he came hard, firing blast after blast of hot spunk into Naru. With a hard dick in her passage, the only place for the cum to go was into her uterus; which it did - nearly all of it.

 

Breathing hard, Keitaro watched Motoko writhe as she held Naru in place. For her part, the brunette was jerking - nearly convulsing - and trembling as a muffled scream came from her mouth. “Ah!” screamed Motoko, throwing her head back, her hair fanning out for a moment. Transfixed, Keitaro held himself in Naru. After nearly a minute, Motoko's hands fell limply off Naru's head, allowing the harshly-panting girl to raise her head from Motoko's breasts, drool dripping from her chin and ropy strands linking her mouth to the younger girl's tit for a moment. Motoko slumped, catching herself with her hands on the edge of the desk.

 

“Na-chan,” Keitaro murmured, helping her to straighten, his dick slipping out of her passage as he did so to stand tall and hard, glistening in Naru's love juices, a small drip of white sluggishly seeping from the slit in the crown. Shaky but happy, Naru had to clench her sore sex muscles to keep from losing the precious gift Keitaro had bestowed on her. Catching her breath, she realized that she was staring hungrily at a strangely-still-aroused dick. That was just in me, she thought smugly, finding the fact that it was covered in her juice to be oddly satisfying. “Na-chan? You ok?” he asked her, touching her cheek.

 

“Mm,” she hummed contentedly, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his palm briefly. “I am now,” she whispered to him. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him warmly before turning to see what Motoko was doing. Seeing the girl staring at the same place she had been staring, face red, but breath quick and nipples hard, Naru giggled. “Motoko,” she cooed, reaching over to stroke the girl's thigh, “like what you see?” she asked teasingly.

 

Silently, Motoko nodded jerkily. Why did I hate and fear this? wondered the girl, rubbing her thighs together, the hot itch growing stronger. It's so…manly! she thought, her hand slowly reaching out to touch the slowly-pulsing organ. I bet it would feel incredible in me, a part of her she had tried so hard to destroy opinioned. Her mind flashed back through countless scenes she had written, featuring this very piece of anatomy. And here it is, the real one, right in my hand, the dazed girl thought, slowly stroking the slick rod.

 

“Motoko,” groaned Keitaro, “if you keep doing that…”

 

Motoko blinked, looking up at his face for a moment, eyes wide, lips parted, breathing fast. Her hand never stopped moving along his slick length, the mixed cum coating his dick making it smooth and easy to pump up and down the thick length. K…Keitaro,” she struggled, silently imploring him with her eyes. I want this. I need this! thought the girl hungrily, the itch becoming a consuming need in a heartbeat. “Please, Keitaro?” she begged.

 

Naru was impressed. Never thought Motoko could even use that word with Kei-kun, she thought. And she just reached out and began to give him a hand-job, too! That's like something out of Kotoko Kamikuro's books! marveled the girl. Seeing Keitaro focus on Motoko, she smiled, easing over just a bit.

 

A startled but happy cry came from Motoko as Keitaro stepped up to her, taking her shoulders in his hands and turning her so she could lay back on the desk, her hips hanging over the edge. Using his knee, he guided her legs apart, exposing her to his desires. Seeing the small patch of raven-wing black hair above her nest, he licked his lips, drooling slightly as he knelt and dove into her treat. He had always what she would taste like, and now he could find out.

 

“Keitaro-sama!” shrieked Motoko, a hand seizing Naru's forearm. Naru put her other hand over her hand, soothing the emotionally-taxed girl. Looking down at the action, Naru was surprised again. Keitaro is really going to town on Motoko-chan, she thought. Can't wait for him to eat me like that!

 

Just as Motoko began to thrash around, moaning, wordlessly screaming and gasping, Keitaro pulled back from her. His chin was dripping Motoko's juice as his tongue ran along his lips, collecting as much as he could. Shifting closer to the girl, he adjusted his position, hands curling around her hips to get a secure grip on the tight, strong ass cheeks of the girl. Naru avidly watched as Keitaro leaned forward over Motoko's sweaty body. “Mo-chan,” he breathed, watching her eyes. Motoko managed a small, soft smile.

 

And a nod.

 

Pushing forward, Keitaro Urashima, manager of the Hinata Women's Dorm, often-accused pervert, loser and target of unjustified attacks of all sorts, claimed the second of his most persistent and violent attackers. And Motoko loved it. A flash of pain that was swiftly forgotten, the not-quite-painful feeling of being stretched and an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment combined to make tears gather in Motoko's eyes. The girl who had hated and mistrusted men ever since her sister had been `stolen' from her by one spread her legs wider to give Keitaro better access to her. “Keitaro-sama,” she whispered lovingly, opening her arms to him in silent invitation.

 

Accepting her invitation, Keitaro leaned down and kissed her. Motoko was a novice kisser, to be sure, but she put her heart into her kisses, which made her an excellent kisser in Keitaro's estimation. She could taste herself on his lips, but it only made her spiral up toward orgasm faster. Never had the girl imaged that surrendering herself to Keitaro could feel so good on so many levels. Everything that had consumed her and the others vanished as Keitaro reached her deepest places, his chest pressing against her tits as he kissed her, his hips slapping against her thighs steadily.

 

Naru was panting herself, watching Motoko experience what she herself had just had. He didn't go limp when he came in me, she thought, one hand sneaking between her legs to lightly caress her clit. All the girls said that guys wilted immediately after they came, rolled over and fell asleep, but Kei-kun didn't. He stayed hard, and now he's fucking Motoko, she happily thought. I know he came in me, because I felt every shot against my cervix, but even so, it looks like our cute but stiff Motoko-chan will get filled as well!

 

Time was in irrelevant concept to the two, busy as they were with each other and what was building between them. As the passion grew, so did Keitaro's desire for the girl he was riding. Releasing the tight, strong ass, he roughly pushed his arms around her chest, straightening up and lifting Motoko as he did so. Catching his balance, he held her in place with arms, her weight driving his dick hard and deep into her pussy. Jerking his hips faster, he fucked her harder - much to the girl's approval. Wet squishing sounds filled the room, drops of mixed fluid squirting from their joined sexes with each thrust.

 

“Motoko-chan!” grunted Keitaro, arching his back.

 

“Keitaro-sama!” she screamed back passionately, squeezing with her legs as she experienced her first cream pie. Seeing the two stagger, Naru bolted up from the desk, her hand jerking away from her groin as she caught the two.

 

“Easy,” she urged them, struggling briefly as she helped Motoko dismount. For the first time in a long time, Motoko's legs and knees were too weak to support her. An arm around Naru's shoulder, the taller girl slumped against Naru, her face pressing against Naru's neck. Stumbling a little, Naru guided Motoko back down on the desk as she looked over at Keitaro to see how he was doing. The young man the girls he managed had come to be so attached to was catching his breath, hands on his knees. Naru's eyes flickered to his groin, where his dick was half-mast and gradually softening back to rest. It was dripping a thick, slick mixture of cum onto the floor. Smirking, Naru started to turn back to Motoko when she noticed a second puddle on the floor. And then a third.

 

It took her a moment to realize what it was. Ok, that one is mine, she cataloged, and that's Motoko's when she was on the desk, so…oh, right! smiled the girl. “Kei-kun's such a stud,” she murmured dreamily.

 

“What did you say, Na-chan?” came Keitaro's voice. Naru turned to smile at him.

 

“Nothing, Kei-kun,” she purred, stepping over to him and giving him a soft, soft kiss. Breaking it, she met his gaze. “Thank you,” she purred. Keitaro smiled back.

 

“Um, sure, glad to,” he groped for something to say. What part is she talking about? Accepting her apology or fucking her? wondered the somewhat confused man. Doesn't matter, I guess, he dismissed the question. Shifting as he straightened up, he frowned. “We should get cleaned up,” he said, looking at the clock. “Shinobu-chan will be starting supper soon, and we still have to get back home.”

 

Naru glanced at the clock as well, blinking when she saw the time. “You're right,” she said. We were in here that long?! “Is there…?” she began, only to see Keitaro digging in a worn box by the desk. A moment later, he pulled up a small plastic tub of baby wipes.

 

“Ah ha!” he crowed, brandishing the wipes. Naru quirked an eyebrow.

 

“Do I even want to know?” she asked him playfully.

 

“Well, Seta and I usually end up bleeding from the head, so…” began Keitaro, only to have Naru wave the reply away.

 

“Fine, whatever,” she said. “Give me some and let's get going,” she directed him, looking over Motoko, who was regaining use of her higher brain functions. Keitaro swiftly pulled several out and handed them to her. “I'm getting hungry,” she said to no one in particular.

 

“I, as well,” Motoko agreed, accepting half the wipes from Naru. In minutes the two were more or less ready to dress again. As they did so, however, they discovered a small issue. “This is un-wearable,” Motoko stated, looking at her torn bra. For some reason Keitaro couldn't fathom, she was smiling a strangely intense smile. Dropping the ripped bit of lace, satin and Lycra into the trash, she picked up her shirt.

 

When the girls were dressed, they turned to Keitaro, finding him to be gathering his stuff. Straightening up, he looked at the scattered mess he had thoughtlessly knocked from the desk. “I'll straighten that up later,” he told himself. Turning to the girls, he found them both smiling warmly at him, absently holding hands. “What?”

 

“Kei-kun,” purred Naru.

 

“Keitaro-sama,” Motoko said.

 

“We have a surprise for you,” Naru said. With a quick glance at each other, both girls raised their skirts. It took Keitaro a moment to realize what he was supposed to see.

 

“You…!” gaped the boy. Motoko nodded.

 

“We thought you would like it,” Naru said. “It's feels a little odd, but…” she shrugged, her breasts jiggling. “We thought you'd like it, so we're fine with it,” she assured him.

 

“Let's go home, Keitaro-sama,” Motoko said, “we're hungry and if we don't hurry, they will come looking for us,” she smiled. Keitaro nodded, moving toward the door. After locking the office, he turned to depart the building, finding that Motoko and Naru were on each side of him, each girl hugging an arm and walking very close to him.