Keitaro stories

Keitaro sat in the front part of a small boat headed to the small island off the coast of Okinawa that is owned by the family of one Mutsumi Otohime. 'It has been a long time since I went to visit Mutsumi-chan' he thinks. He steps out of the boat upon arrival, and is amazed at how well he stays out of injury when Naru and Motoko aren’t around to pummel him. While he ponders this, a most welcome sight greets him. Mutsumi’s tiny bikini.

“Ohaiyo, Keitaro-kun. How are you!” An extremely perky Mutsumi says from her watermelon garden. Tama-chan floats over her right shoulder as she holds up a watermelon and thumps it. After a few moments, she puts it back into the patch, and stands up, brushing herself off to give Keitaro a hug. Which, of course gives him a nosebleed.

“Keitaro-kun, why is my shoulder all wet?”

“Nosebleed.”

“You are really prone to those, aren’t you?”

‘Only around you and Hinata-sou.’ Keitaro thinks. When she let’s go, Keitaro smiles his goofy grin, and Mutsumi giggles at him. “Keitaro-kun, you’re doing it again, and you know that if you get into the habit while you are here, you will grin like that when you go home, and the girls will send you flying.”

Mutsumi still remembered the time Keitaro had landed on her island, not too long after they first met, and she had almost died tripping over his body. She had thought he was a log.

Not that she minded getting all tangled up in a pile with him. She had given him up to Naru when they were kids, but Naru had made it perfectly clear what she thought of Keitaro, and so he was free game… right?

Keitaro just couldn’t help it. He wasn’t trying to be a lech, but Mutsumi was standing there in a string bikini. It took all of his will-power not to take a nosebleed express right into space. She was unintentionally giving him a great view of her cleavage which, Keitaro thought, was almost more than Kitsune’s.

“Well, did you want to see the house or not?” Mitsune asked. Keitaro was in the market for a small house that he could run away to when the residents of Hinata-sou got too crazy. Mutsumi was going to show a small house her family owned to him and see if he wanted it.

As she walked off towards the house, he mumbled something. He didn’t mean to mumble, but he had caught site of Mutsumi’s backside, and drool had started coming from his mouth. She wasn’t just stacked up front. Keitaro felt like he was in New York, because he just realized that Mutsumi was a built like a brick house.

Mutsumi was wondering why Keitaro kept stopping every few feet, so she stopped to look back, just as Keitaro tripped over his own feet. He landed face first on her ass. And for a moment, he was happy. Then he realized what happened, and dropped down to brace for impact. Not that Mutsumi hit him. She didn’t like to hit. Instead, she turned bright red, and passed out.

Keitaro was worried for a second. Then he felt Mutsuni’s butt plant itself firmly in his not yet braced palm, and he straight freaked out. Things like this always proceeded pain, and usually a lot of it. When the pain wasn’t forthcoming, Keitaro managed to look up. Mutsumi had passed out, right into his hand. Literally.

When Mutsumi woke up an hour later, Keitaro was sitting not far away in her family den. She hadn’t told him, but her parents and siblings were away on a trip to the Grand Canyon in America, and she was hoping to somehow get him into her house. Mutsumi decided to tell him the truth about that day all those years ago.

“Kei-kun.”

“Mutsumi, you’re up. Are you alright?”

“Keitaro, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, Mutsumi?”

“You remember your promise, right? I was the girl. You promised me that we could go to Tokyo U. together. But right after, Naru told me she liked you. We played Jonkan, and the loser agreed to back off. I figured I would win, but I lost. I gave her my Liddo-kun when you left, so we would stay friends, and then…” Tears stream dowm Mutsumi’s face at the terrible memory. All her friends, and the only boy she ever fell for, even to this day, had all been forced into leaving her. She cried for a few minutes, and then she felt Keitaro take hold of her.

“Mutsumi. I will take the house.”

“Keitaro-kun, don’t you want to look at it?”

“It doesn’t matter. If it needs work, that is almost a bonus.”

Tama-chan floated by, and hovered near Mutsumi’s ear for a moment. Mutsumi got a funny look on her face.

“Keitaro-kun, would you like to see something most people never see?”

Keitaro’s face went white from nasal blood-loss.

“Not that.” She said. ‘Not yet’ she thought.

Keitaro straightened up, and walked down to the beach with her. As they felt the sand between their toes, Mutsumi leaned down to pick back up the melon she was thumping earlier. “Do you want to see what makes Tama-chan stay out in my garden? Well, it’s this. When this melon gets ripe, he will dive into it, and be there for a month. When he comes out, he will be an adult. And it just got ripe.”

As Mutsumi says this, she sets the melon down and Tama-chan flys up high, and shoots into the watermelon. The melon explodes, and Tama gives his trademark “Myuh”. Keitaro is busily watching,and slightly confused, when Mutsumi dives onto him, taking his hands.

“Kei-kun. I want to know that you still want to hold up to your promise.” Mutsumi takes Keitaro’s hand and puts it on her breast. “I want you to take me.”

Keitaro couldn’t believe his ears. Mutsumi Otohime had just tackled him, pinned him, and now told him to take her?

“Of course, Mutsumi.” Was all he could say, as he started to knead her breast. Mutsumi laid her head back and moaned. She was finally going to get him. She had hoped that his trip would end this way, but she had never thought this fast.

Before she knew it, Keitaro had her juices flowing, and was driving her absolutely crazy. She moaned into his mouth, and ground her crotch into his thigh. She was wet. Keitaro felt her slip along his leg, and could not believe it.

Reaching behind her, Keitaro pulled the string that held the tiny top over her large breasts.

As he took a nipple into his mouth, he smiled around it, and looked up at her face. Removing his mouth, he said, “Mmm, Watermelon.”

He took her back into his mouth, and circled her nipple with his tongue. He then spiked across it with the tip of his tongue, and played with the other with his thumb. Before he could switch, however, she pulled away.

“Kei-kun. You are overdressed.” She said as she pulled the strings for her bottoms of her suit.

Keitaro’s eyes bugged out as he thought, ‘she shaves?!’ Taking off his shirt, he felt it tighten around his head before he got it off, and almost panicked. Till Mutsumi told him to hold still. She wanted to do something for him. He relaxed, curious, and felt his trunks slide down. Mutsumi squatted in front of him, and licked the tip of his cock.

Swirling her tongue, she almost made him loose his load. “Mutsu-chan, I gonna” he started, but was interrupted by her “MmmHmm” and almost came from the vibrations. Feeling him tense up, Mutsumi decided she wanted it, and dropped all the way onto his cock, engulfing it. She took a whole three inches down the back of her throat, and he came. All she did in response was to swallow, and start trying to get him hard again.

Never before had Keitaro felt like this. He just came down Mutsumi’s throat, and now she was making him hard again. He watched her only mildly fumbling ministrations, and she locked eyes with him. Finally, he was hard again, and Mutsumi turned round, and stuck her ass in the air with a wiggle.

“Please, Kei-kun. I want it.”

Keitaro was amazed, but who was he to deny what the lady wanted. He got onto his knees, and lined up to her slit. Laughing a bit inside, he slid his tongue into her, and she almost had a heart attack. She wanted him to take her, make her his, and he…oooooooh. Mmmmmmmmmmmh.

Keitaro slid his tongue from the bottom of her to the top, and flicked her clitoris. Mutsumi almost screamed as he licked her and she started to scream.

“Yes! KEI! KEI! MORE! DEAR GOD!!”

Keitaro ate her and found her G-spot with the back of his tongue. At this, she lost it, and came on his tongue, which he drank every drop of.

When she thought that she had a moment to recover, Keitaro slid into her up to the hilt, and looked confused.

“Kei-kun, you have to remember. I had vowed never to see you, so I had no reason to save myself. Now, I wish I had.” Mutsumi almost cried, but Keitaro leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head.

“Never be sorry for trying to be a good friend. It’s not your fault she is ungrateful.”

When she settled down a bit, Keitaro reached around and forund her clit with his fingers. He slid out of her, and then all the way back in.

“Kei, faster!” she exclaimed, sharply intaking her breathe when he increased his pace. She was rocking her hips into him, making him go deeper and deeper. Within minutes, She was screaming his name again as she came all over his cock. This was too much, and Keitaro shot his load deep into her, and screamed. She came again as his cum hit the back of her pussy.

Collapsing, Mutsumi smiled at Keitaro as he deflated from within her.

“So, Kei-kun. Are you sure you want the place?”

“Hell Yeah!”