In Bloom, The Cherry Blossom

Chapter Four:
Desire Over Sorrow

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Authur's Note: Well, it has been some time since I had a connection to the net. Sorry for the long delay(seems that I've always got some thing getting in my way of doing things...). I cut this chapter a little shorter than what I was wanting, but I'm going to be compiling this story and my last, A Kendo Girl's Explorations, into PDF files that will be available for viewing on my site in their forms that was meant to be. In other words, when I go back and edit the stories, adding the content that I wanted, but didn't have much time to do, I'll be putting up my complete stories. I could go back and edit all the chapters here, but that's a good bit of a job to do. I'll probably do that later on, as I'm just now able to get online again. On with the show!


"x" = Speach
'x' = Thought



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Shinobu pushed her chair back away from the desk and stood slowly. With her arms hugging herself, she walked over to her window, peering outside. She smiled lightly as she watched Su chasing Sarah with a new invention around the grounds of the inn. She didn't think those two would everchange. Not that she thought that they should. She just couldn't see them acting in any other manner.


She paused at the window a moment longer, then walked over to her mirror. She pulled her nightgown over her head, and sighed as she dropped the white laced garment to the floor. Bringing her hands up and cupping her exsposed, soft breasts. Gazing into the mirror, she looked herself over, taking notes on how much she had changed over the last few years. Dropping her arms to her sides, she turned herself so she could see her side. 'So different than then...' her thought fluttered through her head as she slid her thumbs under the elastic straps of her white laced thongs and pulled them down. She stood back up, looking back to the mirror. What stood before her now was not the same female that had had that wonderful night with Senpai. No, now stood the beautiful, full grown woman that was to come from that girl those years ago.


With a small sigh, she grabbed the shorts and hoodie that she had hung on either side of the mirror the night before. Today she was going to see what it was like not wearing underwear or lingere for once. Mitsune had explained what it felt like, but Shinobu wanted to know for herself. She slid the hoodie over her head and arms, tugging it down the length of her upper torso. The cotton felt great rubbing against her suculant, pink nipples. Every small movement sent a tingle of pleasure through her chest, down to her fully developed womanhood, causing her to warm and moisten a little bit more.


'May have to put a bra on later... This could get a little out of hand...' She smiled at the thought.


Next, she pulled the cotton shorts up, while not as teasing as her shirt, it didn't help to calm her body down. Here it was, not even a half hour after she had awoken, and she was already being brought to the brink of the sweet aftershock of a wonderous bodily flushed orgasim. Maybe someone else might help her with that. One could only hope, and she did. She felt overly excited today, and the thought of Senpai had yet to come to mind. For the first time in several months, not to menting a few years, there was a morning that she didn't have to spend dreading over her unattainable love.


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In excitement and anticipation, Mitsune walked as fast as she could. Having a little trouble walking down the hall at the rate that she was, she wasn't going to stop. It was time for a little morning 'exersice' with Motoko! She couldn't wait! Her body was flushed with a craving for attention that only Motoko could fulfill. She tugged the towel tightly around her body, the only thing that was keeping her lucious form from being viewed by any wandering eyes. However, the towel itself seemed to be almost too short. It barely came down past her hips. An inch less, and Mitsune could have, just as well, had nothing on at all.


Ther it was! She lunged for the door, slinging it open and scrambling inside. As she hesitated at the doorway to close it, her eyes did a quick scan of the room. She spotted Motoko standing infront of the closet, her back pressed against it's doors. Only the thinkly layered sheet from their futon hid her lightly paled skin from the hungered eyes of Mitsune. The longer Mitsune looked at her, the more the sheet dissapeared from her sight. She set her gaze on Motoko's lovely face, which bore a grin so devilishly, that, for a moment, Mitsune thought she had looked into a mirror. However, the light complextion and long flowing dark hair reassured her that Motoko wore that grin, not herself.


In a lightly playful tone, Mitsune asked, "What's with the grinning?" Her eyebrow raised slightly.


"Today, I have a little surprise for our... daily routine." Motoko alluringly stated.


"Oh? And what might that be?" Mitsune's eyebrow raised slightly higher, a smile forming on her face quickly, "A new toy to play with?"


"No... well, not exactly. I wouldn't say its a toy." Motoko closed her eyes in a seductive manner. She stepped away from the closet just enough that she could open it.


Inside, Shinobu stood quietly. Her body was only covered by her hoodie she put on earlier that morning. It dropped down just above her knees about an inch. Her skin had a darkened complextion, and flaunted that of a perfect blossom of sakura. Her breast had developed beyond any man's dream, or woman's for that matter. Mitsune could have sworn that they were artificially made, as not even her own looked to have been taken out of a perfect mold. Mitsune was mezmerized to the point that she lost sight of what was going on.


She didn't think that Shinobu would actually take her offer serious. She only did it to tease and play with her a bit, but there she was. She thought that Motoko wouldn't have approved of this to begin with, but apparently Motoko liked the idea, and so did Shinobu. As much of a tease as she was, hardly was she ever serious about things. Without warning, something very soft, yet, delicately and lovingly pressed firmly against her lips. Her eyes widened as something began to slide down her back and gentely caress her right buttocks.


Slowly her vision came back to her. In a blurred sight, she noticed that Shinobu had initiated the kiss, and was also the same person that was slowly taking advantage of her body's willingness to be attended to. Glancing over Shinobu's shoulder, she could see Motoko kneeling behind Shinobu, letting the sheet fall to the ground, exposing her body to the morning light. Motoko's face, from her nose down, dissapeared from sight behind Shinobu's rear. From the light moaning and gentle nudging against her own chest from Shinobu's, Mitsune could only think of one thing that could have caused such a sensation to sweep through someone's body. Afterall, Motoko was percise not only with her sword, but with her tounge aswell.


Just as Mitsune felt the urge to give in to the forward advance Shinobu had made, she felt the hand move quickly, and suddenly she felt a hot wave of pleasure flood through her body. Shinobu had slid her hand underneat the towel and now had a finger inserted in each of Mitsune's accepting inlets of pleasure. Her eyes widened in shock, for she had never had anything enter her from the back, and it hurt to an extent, but it also excited and tentalized her. Her hip took a mind of its own, slowly moving up and down Shinobu's fingers, causing her center to heat up like an oven. Her juices slowly began to cover Shinobu's palm, drenching her hand in a lover's welcoming shower of extasy.


With lust taking control, Mitsune lays on her back, careful not to break the seal between her and Shinobu. She felt Shinobu's fingers retreating from her orafacies and her arm repositiong itself, then the sweet sensations of the re-entrance of the fingers soon followed, causing Mitsune to tight her arm around Shinobu's shoulders.


Motoko layed on the floor, sliding her hip up to Shinobu's. Using caution so that she didn't disturb either Mitsune or Shinobu. With one leg bent underneath herself, she arced the other over Shinobu, slowly bringing herself to press against Shinobu's pleasure cove. At first, she used small, gental thrusts in a back and forth motion, causing her cheeks to flush red as she slowly ground against Shinobu. Motoko found that her voice was gone, along with her ability to control it. A moan emitted from deep within her throat. Her hips begun to grind faster, without thought. The light grunts and moans from Shinobu only excited her more, not only causing her to lose herself in a rapid lustful grinding rage, but it also caused her center to flood, the warm jucies covering both her and Shinobu's inner thighs. It wasn't long before the room had filled with the bittersweet scent of feminen lust. The aura caused the three to forget their surroundings and their moans grew lauder every second.


Motoko regained herself, slowly pulling away from Shinobu, as hard as she found it to do. She had something better in mind. Quietly, she withdrew from the ball ov lusting flesh intangled on the floor temporarily.


Mitsune didn't notice, but Shinobu, still moving her hips, waited for Mitsune's return, but was never given that pleasure again. Instead, Mitsune began to shift under her. Before she realized it, she was laying on her back, and Mitsune had kissed her way down the length of her chest and stomach. Shiver of joy suddenly swept through Shinobu, Mitsune's teeth firmly bitting the tenden beside her center, on the inner portion of her leg. Before she had stopped shivering, Shinobu arced her back, Mitsune's tounge gliding around her flesh enclave that was seepingerotic nector uncontrollably.


Mitsune hesitated, drawing out the tease so that she could hear Shinobu's crying moans for the pleasure of her tounge. Shinobu's hips shook desperatly, tring to find the tounge deep inside of her molten crevice of love. Mitsune smiled to herself, pleased with the reaction. No longer hesitant, she drilled her tounge inside, lapping up every drop of nectart that her tounge could hold. The tangy nectar tasted sweet as it flowed into Mitsune's mouth. The taste along caused her own nectar to begin pouring out at a faster rate. She lashed her tounge around in circles, cleaning up what she could of the titalizing liquid that spewed forth from the suculant nest of fiery lust. She couldn't slow herself, or stop. The nectar seemed to driver her to continue, as a stranded man in a desert drinking from an oasis.


Just as her tounge began to tire, a shuffling sound reached her ears a moment before something penetrated her cleft of heat. In shock, and satisfaction, Mitsune jerked her head backwards, a deep maon of sentious pleasure errupted from her throat. Motoko had found her way back to the mass of lust and sin, bringing with her a strap-on insturment of great pleasure. It had just entered into Mitsune with no resitance. Even if she had prior knowledge that it was coming, Mitsune's body wouldn't have refused it at this point.


Motoko's movements wer slow and subtle at first, causing Mitsune's hips to move in motion with her. Motoko rested her hands on Mitsune's hips, allowing her the ability to pull Mitsune onto the rubber invention for pleasure. She did, infact, pull as she thrusted forward as hard as she could. This caused Mitsune to collapse onto Shinobu, moaning loudly, leaving Shinobu unattended.


Motoko removed the enlarged toy from Mitsune, smiling down at the sight of the love covered toy. By this time, Shinobu had slid out from under Mitsune, and was starting to lick the toy clean of all Mitsune's juices. When she had finished, Shinobu raised her face up to Motoko's, closing the distance off with an uncontrolled kiss. The kiss was willingly accepted, and returned by Motoko. During, which, Mitsune guided herself back onto the strap-on, where she furiously and vigorously forced herself onto the toy, taking it as deep as she could. Her whimpers and breathing became heavier with each thrust.


Shinobu leaned against Motoko, causing the pair to fall backwards onto the ground. The strap-on slid out of Mitsune in the process, standing in the air and gleeming in the light.


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