Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, with no character intended to represent a real person, and my characters are over 18. Please do not read if women with penises do not appeal to you; otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!
Jakuchō Ito softly blew the steam from her tea, eyelids closed as she listened to the pitter-patter of rain on her home. She opened them just in time to watch lightning slice through a sea of billowing, black clouds, and that was when she saw the girl.
The rain had soaked through her thin kimono, long, messy strands of hair covering a too-pale face. She was stumbling up an overgrown cattle path that no one tread, as Jakuchō was the only person on the whole mountain, and the mud churning beneath her feet caused her to slip more than once in the late-winter darkness.
"Girl, this way!"
For a moment it seemed as though the stranger didn't hear her, but then the girl's head snapped towards the shout. She began struggling towards the house, and by the time she reached the porch Jakuchō was waiting with a drying cloth. No words were spoken as Jakuchō gently draped the fabric about her visitor's shoulders, then the woman ushered the girl inside to a stool by the fireplace. The girl clutched the cloth about her trembling shoulders, gazing up at Jakuchō with wide eyes
"T-thank you. My name is Miku Uzamaki, an-nd I am so grateful for your-r help."
Jakuchō's gaze lingered on the girl, noting that she was not the young child that she had seemed from afar. She was still very young, yes, but the swell of her surprisingly large breasts suggested that she had just barely entered womanhood.
"It is my pleasure. Now, would you like some tea to warm you? You are shaking, you poor thing..."
Miku nodded, her cold fingers trying to brush her hair into some semblance of propriety. Once they were both settled, each with a full cup of calming jasmine tea in hand, the woman began questioning her guest.
"Now, tell me: why are you out here? There is no village for nearly two day's journey, and no one would be foolish enough to make such a trip dressed as you are, especially in this weather."
Miku shifted, nose scrunching as she hesitated. When she answered she was so quiet that Jakuchō had to lean forward in order to hear her over the pattering rain.
"I brought dishonor to my family."
For a moment tears began to prick at the corners of her wide, innocent eyes, but she quickly wiped them away with a still-damp sleeve. Jakuchō placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, the touch a silent request to continue.
"I was to be wed to an extremely wealthy, but horrid, man who regularly beats his six wives even in public. Yesterday I came of age, and as the man and my family grew drunk at my birthing-day ceremony I realized that I could not bear to spend my life with someone like him. When I pleaded with my parents to arrange a marriage with someone more gentle they refused, both holding no regard for my welfare even though kinder men had expressed interest."
Jakuchō shook her head, a jaded sigh escaping her. She had heard similar stories before, and any family who would treat their own in such a beastly manner didn't deserve to profit from essentially selling their daughter into an arranged marriage.
"I am saddened to hear of your plight, Miku. You may rest here until the storm passes, and then I will give you some food and better clothing to help you on your journey. Is it other relatives that you seek?"
The girl shook her head, the last of the damp strands clinging to her shoulders.
"No, I have no distant relatives to rely on. I do not know where I am going, but anywhere is better than there."
Conviction burned in Miku's eyes, and Jakuchō couldn't help but admire the feisty streak she displayed. For the first time in many years the woman felt the stirrings of arousal, both physically and spiritually. Lately she had been longing for any degree of companionship, and something about this girl called to her. Before she could think it through Jakuchō found herself nodding, her fingers tightening around the delicate porcine cup.
"Well, in that case you are welcome to stay here with me. I have a respectable farm, and in exchange for your help I will house and feed you."
Miku's eyes lit up, a smile dancing across her cheeks. She clasped her hands together, bowing her head in a gesture of respect.
"Oh, thank you kind lady! You have my word that I will work hard, and it would be an honor to help the woman who is helping me."
"Please, call me Jakuchō. I am well aware that I am old enough to be your mother, but I want no formalities if you are to be living here. I may refer to you as 'girl' out of habit of our age difference, but you are a woman and deserve to be treated as such."
Miku nodded her understanding, and soon she was trailing next to Jakuchō as the woman led her to the spare bedroom. As they walked Jakuchō observed how the still-damp kimono her visitor wore clung to every curve perfectly, the fabric allowing the outline of peaked nipples to show through. Jakuchō knew, without a doubt, that having a young, nubile house-mate just down the hall was going to wreak havoc on her libido. She had been with many partners before, but not in years, and it had been a long time since she had such beauty to gaze upon.
Thank the kami for loose clothing that hid her body's reactions!
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The next week passed swiftly, each day a whirlwind of activities as Miku adjusted to her new life. While she had never had to perform chores, such as milking a cow or weeding cucumber plants, there was beauty and honor to be found in such work. Seeing her diligence pay off in the forms of delicious meals or healthy-growing vegetables gave her a sense of pride that she had been lacking. Jakuchō watched the girl open up, happiness blooming from within them both.
The duo soon settled into a routine, and their nightly tea ritual had quickly become Jakuchō's favorite part of the day. Miku would share stories of the people in the village, and in turn Jakuchō would regale her with tales of her experiences with animals or intense weather she had encountered on the mountainside. Neither soul was alone any longer.
As the days grew into months Jakuchō found herself needing to attend to her manhood for longer and longer periods of time. Once Miku was sleeping, and she was sure the girl wouldn't walk past her thin, tatami door, Jakuchō would undress, allowing her thick, nine-inch cock to spring free. From the waist up Jakuchō looked like a beautiful woman in her late 30's, but she had the virile cock of a man half her age.
That was what had gotten her exiled to such lonely mountains.
A decade ago she was in Farmer Uskai's barn, balls-deep in his orgasming daughter, when one of the villagers walked in on them. That was how the elders had found out about her, and the way she had bedded several village girls, so from there it was either be killed or flee. Now that same intense lust was once again coursing through her veins, and as her fingers wrapped around the head of her cock it was all she could do not to moan Miku's name aloud.
Jakuchō gazed down at her turgid cock, her hand beginning a steady pumping rhythm as she pictured Miku kneeling in front of her. The girl's perky breasts, much larger than average for their culture, would look lovely decorated in a thick layer of cum. Miku would be wet, her little cunt soft and pink, and Jakuchō imagined that the girl's clit was just begging to be touched.
It would feel sooooo good to fuck her, to bury her cock deep into a pussy again, and with such lewd thoughts egging her on Jakuchō began to pick up the pace. Her hips jerked as she imagined Miku's plump lips wrapping around her cock. The girl was so innocent, so pure, but that only made Jakuchō want to defile her more. There was so much that she could teach Miku about the pleasures of flesh.
With a grunt Jakuchō orgasmed, several hot, thick spurts of cum shooting onto her discarded yukata.
Well, good thing that washing laundry was her chore.
As she bent to retrieve her clothing she halted, hand frozen in mid-reach.
"Mmmmmmm, ahhhh..."
The soft, barely-audible moans were coming from Miku's room, and a flash of concern zapped through Jakuchō.
