Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Truce ❯ Tsunade-sama Knows Best ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: WOW! 1,000+ hits?! I actually thought this fic was kind of crappy! Well I've decided to reward all the readers (especially those who reviewed) a second helping GUEST STARRING: Tsunade-sama! The Godaime doesn't get the play she deserves on AFF.Net (especially with those tits)! But where Ino and Sakura failed, Tsunade will triumph… or will Kakashi get hip to her little plot as well? Oh yes, SakuSasu SUCKS, and don't ever expect any of THAT crap from me… SasuSakuNaru on the other hand shows that Sakura-chan has finally matured and you probably can expect something like that from me!

 

 

Tsunade-sensei Knows Best

 

 

Normally the Godaime would be procrastinating in her office going through dozens of scratch cards, something she dubbed paperwork after lunch. But her pink-haired apprentice managed to convince her to grant her an audience with the promise of a true tale of good sex. Ino and Sakura recounted every detail of their botched `mission' from the underground club to the hotel room as Tsunade patiently listened, her sienna eyes flashing nostalgically recalling her glory days, hundreds of nights of pleasure from lovers and targets alike worshipping her goddess figure and plentiful breasts. Smirking she lowered her chin atop her folded hands on the desk blotter, examining both flushed girls, wildly gesturing trying to pry out the correct phrases, though it did little justice to describe the intensity of their passionate encounter with the lackadaisical jounin. Ino dragged her hands up and down her flared hips to keep her hands busy and Sakura wanted to pinch her nipples to alleviate the pressure building up the most sensitive part of her anatomy at the moment. She was unable to keep her hands occupied when she was not engaged with her duties, the need to masturbate getting increasingly insistent.

Tsunade could not help but feel a trifle guilty at sending Kakashi off on a highly sensitive ANBU assignment at a most inopportune moment. Still, if Ino and Sakura were just a bit more subtle they wouldn't be standing in her office so frustrated at the moment.

“So you two gave the bastard a threesome, and he still sidestepped you?” The composure of a jounin sensei slipped into her tone as though she were disciplining the two young women. Ino and Sakura looked to each other helplessly.

“Please Tsunade-sama, we seek your advice.” Sakura beseeched.

“You've been friends with Jiraya-sama for the gods knows how long! Please, can you tell us how to out-perv the ultimate pervert?” Tsunade snorted at Ino's request, an unusual way to spend your free time, but it was their off-hours and a perfectly viable appeal. Perhaps she could give these two a special lesson in stealth to make herself feel better about not just receiving pleasure from one of the most eligible young bachelors in the village. The ash blonde woman sighed, her strappy heels beating an overconfident rhythm on the hardwood floors and stood next to the window crossing her arms beneath her heaven-blessed bosom giving the pretense of contemplation.

“As good as Asuma and Kakashi were at instructing you in your youth, they are still men therefore inept at explaining the wiles of kunoichi and how it could bring great benefits to a mission.” The greedy grins that graced both girls' faces expressed what she needed to hear from two willing accomplices.

“So you will help us, Tsunade-sama?” Sakura gushed.

“With the agreement that the two of you will do exactly what I say and when I say it.”

Sakura and Ino saluted. “Hai!”

 

 

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The Tsuchikage and his entourage arrived in Konoha to discuss the tentative issues over Kusagure since the demise of the Akatsuki. Warlords ran the wayward village, and their fractured economy from the last war left a gaping hole to fan the fires of more violence ready to ignite. Tsunade insisted that her counterpart from Earth Country take one evening off from the negotiation tables to recharge his chakra coils for another screaming match with the more militant sects, so desperate for some headway.

Tetsu's, one of the more upscale gambling establishments that Tsunade had a running account with served fine saké and an appetizing buffet. Garbed in their dress uniforms opposed to their regulation jounin gear, black gis and loose trousers with nihontous strapped to their backs Genma and Kakashi were her escorts for the evening leading Tsunade from the Mercedes flanking her every move. On the bustling second floor landing was Gai, Yuugao and Raido. Uniformed ANBU operatives were positioned for a ten block-radius. Their kage was a vision in a golden beige satin kimono, the obi scarlet with gold phoenixes woven throughout, a white silk cord knotted like the sageo on a sword. The robes were scandalously low giving the public a prime viewing of her cleavage; a choker of liquid silver with five lengthy amber stick pendants accentuated her exposed flesh. Tsunade's makeup was done to perfection, her blood-red glossy lip color did not daub even as she drank and ate, the rose eye shadow and blush gave her pale pigment a healthy flush and her hair was simply knotted at the top of her head anchored by silver pins and a black lacquer comb.

Sakura caught herself gawking at her surroundings, feeling like a lint speck on black ermine and shuffled off in her black lacquer zorii to the kitchens to serve steaming plates of eloquently arranged gourmet food. Ino was in her element refilling drinks and flirting as Sakura scurried like a lab rat through a maze of bodies struggling to lift the wide and heavy trays from table to table. They were situated far from the casino, Tsunade had them planted in the main dining hall as they watched her from afar. Sakura wisely used a henge to disguise her eye-catching pink bob to a spill of lustrous sable brown; she went undetected by the hawk eyes of the trio of seasoned ANBU scanning the floor. She and Ino were dressed in the austere uniform lavender and blue kimonos with white gardenia print. Sakura's false dark mane had a simple white satin ribbon holding her long bangs back and Ino's blonde hair was piled up in a complicated braid with bellflowers swinging like chimes from it. Every now and again Sakura stood to peek from behind a vine embraced pillar and looked at Tsunade working the room, learning from her mentor, studying her seduction techniques filtering out her obvious misfortune with the cards.

“Ne Genma,” the senbon-gnawing ANBU at her left faced his liege. “In your opinion does a real man uke or seme?” The shit-eating grin around his senbon gleamed to new heights that rivaled Gai's Nice Guy pearly whites.

“In my opinion Lady, a real man does everything under the sun.” His response was towards Kakashi, back turned to his comrade though smirking beneath the mask. The Hokage tossed her head back throatily laughing and Genma lifted her hand to kiss it with a flourish. Kakashi's focus was split on his assignment and Ino wiggling her valentine-shaped rump about flitting from table to table; poorly concealing her face with that high-class whore floral headdress she wore. He caught Sakura, henged as a brunette in the gold-tinted mirror paneling behind the gambling tables like a lost kitten peering from behind a rectangular column. What was the old broad planning this time?

Three-and-a-half hours dragged by before the Tsuchi Country's leader stumbled out of the establishment feeling as though he was set to dancing on cloud nine and was poured into his awaiting car by a Tsuchi ANBU and secretary. The late night mob was thinning and Tsunade dismissed her security detail with the exception of Kakashi who would accompany her back to the Hokage estate. Ino and Sakura skittered off back to the kitchens to wash dishes as Tsunade tried to bleed the black jack dealer dry, but examining her cards she looked to Kakashi who was seated contentedly buried in his ever-present orange novel.

“Is that the new one?” She asked.

“Hmm?” The grey-haired genius dropped the book low enough to gaze at Tsunade.

“Is that his new series?” Kakashi angled the book to check the cover title. His worship stretching over a decade of these books and Jiraiya plagiarizing himself repeatedly, Kakashi was no longer certain when one serial ended and another began.

“Ah. Icha Icha Legends.” He confirmed with a smiling eye. The dealer flipped a new set of cards to Tsunade.

“Tch,” she hissed. “Was he hard-pressed to come up with yet another clichéd title?” Kakashi just shrugged and returned to his book. A male waiter walked by and Tsunade caught his attention.

“Hai?”

“Tea please- for two.”

The waiter bowed deeply. “Right away.” She would lose two more hands before her tea tray was set down on the green felt table. The waiter poured the steaming black oolong from a stout china pot with periwinkles painted in a circle around its midsection into a pair of matching tiny cups.

“Arigato.” The waiter bowed and departed never to be seen again. Tsunade sipped her tea carefully, the seething liquid threatened to scorch her mouth. Kakashi waited ten minutes before emptying his cup with a temperature more suitable.

“Very good.” He complimented.

“Theirs is,” Tsunade acquiesced and sipped hers again. She grunted disgustedly and threw down her fan of red playing cards effectively folding for the night. “Well,” she sighed, “unlucky at cards, lucky in love.” She gazed cattily at Kakashi's outstretched long, powerful legs wondering what they might look like while jogging in shorts. “But I suppose you'd know a little about that, wouldn't you Kakashi-kun?” He smiled wanting to avert her inquiry but couldn't help but draw pleasure from Tsunade's flirtations.

“I suppose we could compare notes sometime.”

She leaned over and pushed down his book with a single red-painted digit. “Is that an invitation?” The schoolboy blush was an adequate response. Tsunade waved a hand covered by the traditionally stitched long sleeves. “No matter, it's been a long night, and we should be getting back.” She floated down from her barstool as Kakashi rolled his neck, feeling the satisfying muscle pops and started to his feet, pocketing his book.

“Yare, ya-” The room swerved 180° degrees and he lurched forward clutching his knees.

“Kakashi?” Tsunade asked resting a warm comforting hand at the small of his back. “Daijoubu desu?” The jounin could no longer register the sounds he heard as voices, just animal murmurings as his vision distorted and the black and wine Turkish carpeting smeared to an unseemly mud puddle of leaves and dirt before pitching forward and allowing the darkness to swallow him whole.

 

 

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It could have been an hour, it could have been a day but when Kakashi opened his heavy, pasty eyes he was stiff. His muscles unused and oddly frozen in the same position he tried moving them to get the blood flowing and static feel dissipating to no avail. The white curtains lifted lazily in the night breeze, the Fire Country summer air laid a blanket of humidity atop his immobile form quite uncomfortably. His body molded to the emerald satin cradling his limbs and when a cloud swept past the full moon only then did he see his perilous predicament. He was shackled spread eagle to an enormous bed, the elegant carmine wooden boards of an antique nineteenth century wedding bed. Roses and serpents carved intricate shapes into the head and footboards, the lackluster white moonlight whitewashed the carpet a depressing steel gray he could see nothing around him save for the shadows of a deep leather wingchair adjacent of him. Kakashi tested his joints wriggling his fingers and toes, thanking the heavens that they still worked but in a quagmire as to what step to take next. His body felt considerably lighter and knew he had been disarmed thoroughly, his sword and concealed weaponry was gone, as was his hitai ate. The mask though was thankfully still in place. Kakashi's grey head collapsed into the down pillows, his chest shallowly rose and fell with a silent sigh. His heart stilled in anticipation where the zinging of his flesh felt as though something wild and exotic was preparing to take place.

“Ah, awake now.” Her chakra signature blared like an alarm that was not present a few seconds ago.

“Pretty much,” Kakashi stated uselessly. “Mind telling me what I did wrong Tsunade-sama?” Her vicious chortle was his response and she stepped forward in her strappy heels with her hair tied back in their usual pigtails. The moonlight slicing the bed in two provided him with a clearer view, she was dressed in a buttoned lab coat, her enormous breasts straining against the fabric unbound from a bra and keening to burst free from the confining cotton. A stethoscope hung around her heck and she twirled the metal end piece around.

“Feel familiar to you Kakashi?” His mismatched eyes goggled momentarily as though her skin turned green. “Naughty Nurses Vol. 7 is your favorite of the series, as well as Jiraiya's.” Tsunade illuminated. The creep of blood pooled to his face and traveled south when the realization of that particular segment which had a ripple in the tape from his constant rewinding churned and overturned him like an arctic wave. Tsunade raised her hands and clapped twice. “Nurses!” She summoned melodically and the door behind open and shut with two pairs of feet padding on the carpet. Ino and Sakura flanked Tsunade, dressed in the exact same costumes as the actresses in the movie. White Mary Janes, white thigh high lace stockings, and tiny red candy striper jumpers that didn't reach over the panty line. Their nurses' caps were pinned to their hair and the two kunoichi posed sinfully sweet ready to make their rounds.

“And now Hatake-san my nurses as you can see have been very good and deserve a little reward. But first, we must prep the patient. Nurses…”

“Hai Tsunade-sensei!” They chirped. Ino walked over to a corner as Sakura retrieved something from under the bed. Humming sweetly Ino pushed a surgical tray cart over to the opposite side of the bed as Sakura ventured into the adjoining bathroom flipping the light on and in seconds water was running from the tap. Several objects that the darkness was preventing him from identifying sat on the tray, as Ino got it situated one of them clumped to the floor.

“Oopsie!” She leant over and gave Kakashi a showing of her ultra-fine blonde halo covered sex. If wondered if it was unintentional. Sakura returned carrying a yellow rubber basin of water and arranged it on the tray careful not to spoil anything. Ino pranced to the side where Tsunade stood watching this as though she were an apprentice in an operating theatre observing from the gallery above. “Scissors, Nurse Sakura-chan!” The pink headed kunoichi merrily handed a pair of razor-sharp surgical shears to her best friend.

“Scissors, Nurse Ino-chan!” Sakura performed the prescribed hand seals she knew by heart and a beam of green chakra glowed from her fingers. In unison they neatly sliced through Kakashi's black uniform. Sakura was nearly done with his trousers and Ino glided the blades easily through the soft airy material without a hiss as it parted obediently until his torso was naked. Skimming their wayward fingers over the defined pectorals and rock hard abs, tweaking his flat male nipples for good measure they gingerly set to work on his boxers. Kakashi bit his lip feeling the coppery blossom of blood coat his palate, the shuriken printed green fabric having been shredded and dropped to the floor the girls cooed and sighed over his impressive tumescence, getting a better perception of it.

“Not too long,” Ino remarked.

“But thick!” Sakura smiled.

“And cut too!” Ino added.

“KAWAII!!!” They chorused. Kakashi was positively wallowing between bliss and hell. Was his manhood some sort of floral display? He was caught off guard and saw Sakura soaping a sea sponge with a dollop of cocoa butter body wash. The creamy lather diluted into the warm water and she handed the sponge to Ino who made herself comfortable on the bed.

“Time for Hatake-san's sponge bath!” Ino sung. Kakashi shook his head wildly protested and even attempted to squirm his hips away, but his metal restraints only strengthened. Gingerly Ino bathed his sex, soothingly stroking his inner thighs, the soapy water sloshing into the crack of his ass and soaking the satin sheets making Kakashi itch pleasantly, the hair matted to his flesh. Sakura repeated, this time lifting his cock and washing his sac. Kakashi desperately tried not to raise his hips trying to catch more friction to ease his pain, but the true panic set in when Ino and Sakura withdrew the sponge and took up their new weapon. He recognized the long blue and pink metal cylindrical can from the shelves behind the cashier counter at Pink Books, Bare Yourself! shaving lotion was the current best seller. Kakashi was unabashedly kinky enjoying new experiences, but shaving was tabooed on account of risk factor.

“Don't worry Hatake-san,” Tsunade read his mind. “The razor is one of mine and it has one of those nifty aloe vera strips!” Sakura teasingly brandished it to Kakashi.

“First incision!”

“Ch-ch-chotto matte Sakura-!” He stammered but it was too late, he felt the pass of cold steel hacking away his short and curlies through the rich watermelon-kiwi scented edible foam. The girls shaved in intervals, the thickest patches given the utmost care so as not to bleed him accidentally. Kakashi endured, it was almost like getting a therapeutic massage, and Ino's long blue fingernail found that secretive plane of flesh far behind his scrotum and stroked it.

“HAAA!” Kakashi shouted seizing his whole body off the bed. Ino was taken aback by his reaction but Tsunade intervened.

“That's called the perineum my dear. Both men and women find that area to be most sensitive.” Ino nodded after careful consideration and assisted Sakura in washing away the residual foam. Soft terry cloth hand towels gathered up all the moisture and padded Kakashi dry and the tray was finally removed.

“Hai!” Ino declared. “We're finished.” Kakashi looked down; it was actually a refreshing ego boost. He was big! The cleanly shorn flesh tingled happily and he smiled, but it was not fated to last. Tsunade's ominous shadow fell upon his bound and naked body like a curse seal and she brought her hands up to the knot behind his neck.

“Now we'll just see if the rest of you looks that good.” Though she knew precisely what to expect. Ino and Sakura edged closer, their teeth set and Tsunade ceremoniously began pulling away the black fabric.

`Got you now sensei!!' Uchinaru Sakura pumped a fist. `Shannaro!' There was an explosion and a white cloud descended producing a melee of confusion. Ino hacked up a lung as Tsunade reeled backward throwing her arms up in defensive stance, Sakura tried fanning away the smoke with her flailing arms. The dust settled and on the bed was a wooden log.

“That bastard! He pulled a kawarimi!” Sakura barked and sprung into action, but just as she reached the door the metallic clash of the Venetian blinds falling and the room pitching into complete blackness stifled her. Ino's petrified shriek issued from somewhere in the void made Sakura panic for her life.

“Ino! Are you okay?!” She called out. Tsunade's grunts and yells of protest accompanied by sounds of a tussle icing the blood moving through her constricted veins. Sakura folded to the carpet flattening her back against the door and tried vainly to anticipate her former sensei's next move. The blinds shifted filtering in slips of blue light with a snakelike hiss, from her spot on the floor the picture was clearing and she saw Ino naked with her hands cuffed behind her sitting on the wingchair and Tsunade stripped of her lab coat with her arms accosted by a pillow sham, knotted to the headboard. The snail sennin's face bloated and flushed with furor, teeth gnashed ready to spit venom. Applause resonated clearly and Sakura could make out Kakashi's arrogant statuesque posture at the front of the room.

“I've got to hand it to you ladies, you almost had me.” He genially mocked.

“Kakashi! You cheating little…” Tsunade blazed kicking her legs.

“But to show that I'm a good sport and to commend you for showing great teamwork, I'll give you a token of my appreciation.” The mask was a stain on the carpet, but Kakashi was just a silhouette of raw power and energy stalking Tsunade as her prone figure was laid out.

“Kakashi-sensei you perverted weasel!” Ino erupted. “Don't you think for one second I'm going to forgive this!”

“Ah-ah Ino-chan,” Kakashi tutted, “I'll get to you in a bit. But first comes liege homage.” Tsunade's charmingly infuriated features wizened with deep passion lines around her eyes and brow as Kakashi knelt between her long legs. Hooking his fingers under the black silk panties he smoothed them down her legs, he pulled them away from her dainty feet and lifted them up to get a better look at them in the light and his mouth tilted into a jaunty grin. Kakashi would definitely add them to his collection. Tsunade fumed as she just sat powerless and watched as Kakashi parted her thighs. She smirked nastily.

`Do your worst!'

“I intend to,” he read her mind. Before she could retort he lowered his open mouth to that heavy wet spot between her legs. The lengthy squelch that his tongue made sliding into her channel resounded so shockingly that Ino and Sakura flushed.

“Ohhh!!!” She was wet and Kakashi tongued her hard and deep professionally painting her walls with long brushstrokes that unnerved the Hokage that she shuddered uncontrollably as though she were on the onset of a seizure. Kakashi grunted latching his mouth over her vulva letting his tongue sweep over her swelled labia greedily intentionally passing over that pulsating nodule of feeling; Tsunade mewled helplessly jerking her legs as Kakashi restrained her by her hips pressing her into the mattress. She pumped her ass up off the satin bed to keep up with his questing tongue crushing her labia digging his palms into her pillowy ass as he lifted her hips slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her impatient pants turned to groans and Tsunade clenched her teeth issuing him a challenge as Kakashi's mismatched eyes smiled evilly. “Bastard!” He put her back in place when a gust of cold air hit her soaked aperture as she lolled her head back onto the pillows, her blonde pigtails mussing as they sprawled wildly from her tossing head.

The flat of his tongue slid up her clit taking much of the edge off causing her to cry out unevenly. She was ready. Kakashi fondled her bountiful breasts just to annoy her tweaking the twin coral peaks and lapped at them hungrily, he wanted to toy and test her body stretching her to the limit but the series of knots in his cock told him to obey. Ino panted moving her hips in time with Tsunade's earlier, quicksilver trail of saliva embarrassingly teetering from the corner of her mouth as she watched the copy nin's bobbing organ weeping at the mushroom glans nearly purple shaded in the wan light. Ino wanted to have it in her mouth so badly. She could feel the bulk of it slide under her palate already, her pretty petite breasts heaved and she thrust her chest out a bit further hoping he might catch her in his line of sight. Her lonely passion needed fulfilling cursing at her bonds so that she might give him a show, Sakura sat riveted as Kakashi aligned his body with Tsunade's, the ethereal tigress being mounted by the alpha male wolf.

Tsunade wailed as her G-spot so well concealed by a wall of chakra was grazed by his organ shattering her control.

“Kakashi!” She pulled the sham that trapped her wrists, the creak of the antiquated headboard threatening to snap. His cock warmed into her blissful canal stimulating her juices to flood copiously oiling the raging machine working into her taut body. Kakashi lost in the rhythm continued to plunge and lance Tsunade's soft muscles clutching at him, her clit being bruised as he caught her on the downstroke. He yelped when he felt the unexpected shift and twist of her overstuffed shunt wrenching him silly hoping to race him to the finish as she channeled chakra to gather in her lower body and pushed it into her pubis for her to strangle his cock.

“Feel that you little brat?” She hissed. Kakashi kept pounding into her feeling that cluster of nerves at the base of his member compact from Tsunade's expert chakra taming. She wrested him as though he were in the embrace of a cock ring, her glowing sheath beginning the first tremors into an upward descent to release and she rocked her hips into his evenly stroke for stroke. Kakashi strained his muscular hips slamming forward reaching no completion until the railing cries of the goddess beneath him getting more frantic and heated reached their precipice. Tsunade shrilled with her climax liberating Kakashi whose agonizing cry prompted his own orgasm as his Hokage milked for all he was worth.

Kakashi collapsed into Tsunade's awaiting almost maternal caresses since tearing the silk that held her. Tsunade sifted her hand through his gray wiry mane, petting like a treasured family pet. Kakashi was just able to catch his breath limply as though he launched two Raikiris in succession.

“Good boy,” Tsunade's power reasserting itself so clearly in her speech. “Now go take care of those two little girls of mine,” she tossed a finger at Ino indicating who was next in line. Kakashi dropped from the bed sluggishly and predatorily crawled over to the cringing Ino with her legs splayed shamelessly apart, her seeping twat aching to be filled. The sour truth soaked with sweat from his activities melted through to the other fraught blonde, Kakashi pulled Ino down to the floor with a twist of his wrist from her ankle. The cuffs snapped open and Kakashi rubbed the abraded flesh from the steel bands tenderly, pressing his lips to the bluish hued skin. He did not permit Ino in any way to rise up. Kakashi made himself comfortable on the chair Ino occupied seconds before with the preening platinum blonde on all fours between his legs.

“Kneel up,” he commanded. Ino complied, her eyes not on his but the prize already thick and standing proud. Inadvertently she trailed her pink kitten tongue along her lower lip, the place between her legs potent with moisture. Heavy-lidded eyes smiled with an aloof pleasure, Kakashi tilted his gray head onto a propped fist silently requesting her to show him something new. Just as she was in the club earlier in the evening, Ino was stalking familiar territory. Loosing her hair from her ponytail she slid back a few paces on her knees slid far apart as they could go, her single lengthy bang swept across her face silkily as Ino swayed to some melody only she could hear. Kakashi grinned at the effort, nothing he hadn't seen before. Haughtily uncurling her tongue she lecherously waggled it spinning 180° degrees on her baby knees and tilted her ass in the air. Ino's perfect rump smoothly flared from her wide, round hips. Kakashi heard the short throaty intakes of breath as he watched her little pampered fingers pass within her folds, parting the glossy labia and knotted blonde hair, first one then two fingers.

“Make it three, and then get back here.” He instructed, as expected Ino complied and her ring finger joined the other two. A long satiny gasp spilled over her lips unevenly as she touched her sweet spot, her hips rocked as her muscles gripped her hand while her long nails applied the necessary friction. Kakashi clasped fingers around her narrow wrist and paused Ino's actions then pulled her back between his legs.

“Kakashi-sensei…” He hazy blue eyes misted from lust and her hot breath steamed serenely over his erection and her charming little hand began to pump the distended flesh, the fingers moving the taut sleeve of skin over the wide vein-ridden organ. Ino smiled almost childishly and Kakashi twirled her bang around his fingers. “Very cute, sensei…” She breathed over the iridescent glans kissing away the dew that began to pool there and drew in the broad tip into her mouth. Ino was a natural sucking him deeply, gliding her hot mouth to the root, nose smoothing against the bare flesh between his legs. She kept constant eye contact smirking about his cock, wet glassily by her salivary juices and pulled back humming low in her throat, the vibrations from her windpipe struck Kakashi's member like a tuning fork. Parting her lips from him and yet keeping him close she swirled her tongue warmly around him. Tsunade observed all with a certain telling gleam showing her support for Ino as his breathing got shorter and his abdomen trembled. Kakashi unknotted his fingers from her blonde head and pushed her shoulders away, Ino bit her lower puffy lip expectantly gleeful. “Big shot, sexy Kakashi-sensei…” She teased as he helped her to her feet. Kissing and pressing their bare bodies together, Ino shimmied into the notorious pervert; her blue eyes skidded over his left bicep where his ANBU tattoo marked him indelibly. She graced it with a brush of her lips, Sakura just feet away sitting against the door watching her friend's expert ministrations like a hawk somewhat enviously. Ino's eyes narrowed plainly stating, `Watch me work this!'

Kakashi coaxed Ino to stand before him, back to front, and she leaned over gripping the wing chair's backrest. “Letting the Ninken run wild, sensei?” Ino jibed as Kakashi prepared himself stroking his member into the crevice of her ass.

“I take good care of my summonses.” Kakashi retorted.

“Take care of me now baby- aaah!” Kakashi seated himself well between Ino's sugar walls. He spanked her right cheek a few times for good measure grinning at the bright red mark that was left behind.

“I always do.” He gritted out. Kakashi flexing muscular hips and buttocks worked short but sweet strides into Ino as the mind-swapping platinum blonde grunted behind clenched teeth and pulled up her right leg to poise her Mary Jane-shod foot into the seat cushion. The brown leather squeaked merrily from Kakashi's rhythmic pumping. Ino tossed her hair to the side watching Kakashi's rutting admirably and carefully unlatched a hand from the seat supporting their shaky combined weight to trace his laboring body from side to thigh. Ino was so thankful that he was not clumsy, unlike those post-adolescent idiots she's used to. She hissed frequently as her muscles clenched and relaxed as Kakashi altered the angle of his thrusting to grind against her choice spots. Every woman was different he learned through experience, and Ino liked it rough but demanded that he take his time.

“Yes! God!” She whimpered. “Big sexy, man! Harder… make me come!” His pistoning cock disappeared and reappeared like a magic trick, picking up the pace; Kakashi laid his hands atop her ass cheeks and pummeled her. The resonant slap of wet flesh echoed diamond-sharp and Ino's cries were louder and more insistent. Curving a hand over her hip snaking between her thighs, Kakashi fingered and squeezed Ino's inflated clit earning a shriek from her. Feeling her juices slide down her thighs she was just on the brink pasting them tighter together. Ino fanned her hand over his trying to visualize her stuffed vulva, but her foggy mind and burning body was preventing the formulation of a clearer image. She regretted not bringing in that mirror hanging on the wall in the corridor. Her heaving, large breasts impudently rolled and bounced from Kakashi's overeager thrusting, Ino saw him roll his head back, sweat dribbling down his defined pectorals ready to shoot when her mind blanked just then and she screamed, dropping her leg from its perch on the seat causing Kakashi to heave one last time and burst into Ino. The kunoichi shuddered violently from her climax, Kakashi bracing her to catch her fall before hurting herself seriously. Accidentally Kakashi disengaged himself from Ino and he spilled copiously on the carpet. Ino blinked fuzzily and saw the amount of semen pool on the floor; she smiled wistfully impressed at Kakashi's load. `All that face cream gone to waste.'

“Uuughhh!” Another female voiced her rapture, recognizing who the cry belonged to Ino saw Sakura undulating on the floor, her dress a pile of red and white beside her with her right hand delving into her vagina and the left plumping a breast.

“Well, sensei looks like somebody's in the mood…” Ino advanced to Sakura's orgasm-wracked body and hauled her up by her limp arms and flung her like a roll of wet dough onto the bed next to a reclining Tsunade. Ino mounted Sakura's supple body and palmed her larger breasts greedily flicking her tongue into her slack mouth getting no argument from the former. “How come you didn't tie her up, Kakashi-sensei?” Ino complained, whining mockingly. Kakashi arranged himself back on the huge emerald satin bed leaning on his side to watch the two friends make much of each other, Ino whispering into Sakura's mouth fluttering tongues. Kakashi trailed his fingers up Ino's biceps pushing his torso into her arching back showering her back with kisses. His mental rolodex began whirring and Kakashi recalled a similar scene from one of the Super Specials Icha Icha Violence set in the Sengoku Jidai period where a wayward princess and her boorish kunoichi bodyguard locked horns over the emperor's man-at-arms who then seduced him utilizing commendable strategy and teamwork.

“Because Sakura knows better than to try anything fancy with me on her own,” he answered. His former student was moaning like a wounded creature, her lips pulled apart into a gracious `o' as Ino ground her hips into Sakura's soft and soaking portion. Kakashi thought how adorable she was exhibiting two shades of pink. “Ino, turn over on your back please.” Ino flipped herself over; Sakura displayed her flared buttocks proudly in midair. Kakashi tested the firm globes of flesh tensing his fingers on them then lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud crack.

“KIYAA!” Ino winced visibly from Sakura's pained outburst. Kakashi studied the mark, a bright pink blot from his palm.

“Not enough,” he murmured to himself before repeating the action. A volley of stinging slaps followed, Sakura's cries seized her body feeling it go rigid atop of Ino who felt the sensation of her muscles and bones ripple beneath her skin. Kakashi pressed a finger into the cherry red welts watching the fingerprint blanch from white back to its heated flush. Sakura squealed and recoiled. “Not bad… Genma has better luck with this than me,” his grin turned evil, “let's see what he says next time.”

`EH?!' Sakura flared inwardly and was pulled onto Kakashi's lap. She sighed long and breathy seating herself on his parted thighs tucked beneath her legs. His cock grazed Sakura's most sensitive place making her feel split apart teasing her open issuing another sexy moan from her burning throat. The sex flush still blurring her flesh, and Kakashi grinned rocking his hips and with each pass Sakura felt as though he might enter then consume her.

Ino suddenly moved in close and dived for that place Sakura was unable to conceal or protect and hummed with satisfaction when she glided her hand down the aching flesh, rolling the clit mercilessly pressing her fingers downward allowing her finger to pass down the thickly seamed aperture.

“Very nice… arch your back Sakura-chan…” Ino kept her fingers in place as Sakura did as she was told, riding once again on sensation obeying her primal instincts, her body and brain no longer on a single wavelength. Kakashi thrust in from behind lifting her smooth, narrow hips. Sakura grunted being fed continuously; up and down on the oiled shaft and Ino's hand working her chubby sex and another female hand found her breast, the long red nails tweaking her nipple. Tsunade-sama made her comeback.

Sakura was being probed deliciously from within and externally tormented that Sakura, so bold and brazen with her words she was unable to force or utter a single moan from her stubborn throat caught between so many hands. The shaft within grew harder and hotter, rubbing against the grasping muscles of her lubricated vagina, and pushing deeper with each new stroke. Pleasure was growing and swelling with Ino still tickling her between the legs, Tsunade pulling at her nipples and concentrating on the sensitive and fragile places alone. Sakura was falling fast and Kakashi stretched her poor body to the limit, the agony of such teasing overwhelming and deafening.

“Kakashi-SENSEI!!!” Sakura screeched and the pain stretching her, holding her prisoner in clawing talons. Her flesh scorched and Sakura panted like a marathon runner on the last lap, she was doubled over with need.

“Do you want me… Sakura…?” Kakashi grunted.

“Oh yes, sensei… I need to come now!” She howled like a wolf cub.

“Yosh…” He continued to penetrate and jab into her spread limbs. “Ino, take care of her…” Ino squealed and dropped to her knees, the protruding clit ready and waiting and she stroked and swirled her tongue around it. Sakura emitted short, loud cries feeling the orgasm break evenly like a parting wave crashing over her body and Kakashi expelled thick scalding jets mixing into her awaiting body. Sakura keeled over into Ino's anticipating arms and Kakashi collapsed backward atop of Tsunade's divine breasts.

 

 

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Lee luxuriated in the crisp sensations of cleanliness following a shower. He plaited his jet black glossy hair in a single braid falling gracefully down his back and smiled in the mirror, his pearly whites gleamed inhumanly. Returning to his Chinese roots he changed into a fresh green gi and matching loose trousers, the orange legwarmers he was unwilling to part with however. He packed his ANBU gear into a black duffel bag making it his first order of business to clean his weapons and white body armor after dinner. Perhaps some beef hotpot with fried tofu and vegetables was in order.

He cheerfully marched from the men's locker room just in time to find Naruto sitting on the empty mission desk letting loose a great yawn like a huge, over-the-hill tiger. His blonde hair was mussed and static from the partial drying and he swiped his thumb across one whisker-marked cheek, his gear slumped like an old ninja in his blue knapsack at the foot of the desk.

“Waiting for Hinata-chan, Naruto?” The Hokage-in-training nodded scratching his chest through his unzipped black and orange jacket.

“She's with Sakura-chan finishing up her filing for the day… bodyguard missions suck.” Lee chuckled good-naturedly like a sensei over his enthusiastic pupil.

“Missions are important regardless the ranking letter Naruto.” Naruto unsheathed his ANBU issued katana, brandishing it outward at eyelevel with one finger pressed against the kissaki in such an angle to dispel bleeding, scrutinizing the sharpness of the ha.

“You'd think we'd be in for something more exciting these days.”

“I would think Hinata-chan of all people would appreciate the monotony of our ANBU assignments Naruto.” He reminded him. Naruto conceded with an eye roll and Lee was about to launch into another diatribe about the springtime of youth and true love, about putting the needs of the many over the needs of the one when a pained moan interrupted him. The sprawled body on the wooden bench adjacent of them caused Lee and Naruto to purse their lips humbly.

“Mendokuse…” The drunken moan receded back into gargling snores and Shikamaru scratched his abdomen beneath his jounin flack jacket, hair out of his characteristic ponytail, he shifted the empty manila file folder over his face and twisted his head away from the light. One arm uncurled onto the linoleum from behind his head with a clap from his knuckles.

“Must have been a long night…” Naruto shrugged.

“It must have,” Sakura declared sweeping into the room with Hinata on her heels. Naruto leapt down, shouldering his pack.

“Ready to go?” Hinata nodded, her indigo eartails charmingly swayed from the gesture. Her longer hair was perfectly swept up with a pair of lacquer hashi. She had exchanged her jackets long ago with a more customary haori befitting a Hyuuga made of powder blue cotton, a red zipper holding it closed at the side. It was trimmed in sunshine yellow faux fur and the obi around her waist was of the same shade with an orange-white flame pattern. The sleeves flared and were stitched, her long runner's legs were accentuated by tight black capris, and thick black leather mesh gauntlets were on her forearms with shuriken and handle-free kunai in tiny holsters. Her hitai ate was tied around her neck.

The Hyuuga heiress banged her files evenly on the desk and placed them into the appropriate shelves and baskets. “See you on Monday, Sakura-chan!”

“Bye-bye!” Tsunade's understudy waved to the couple.

“Ja na!” Naruto hooked an arm around his girlfriend's slim shoulders and began their date. Sakura heard the series of pleasant snaps and pops of bone and ligature as Lee cracked everything from his knuckles to his lower back arching his arms above his head stretching his body levering all of his weight by the balls of his feet. His chest heaved, Sakura could see the cleave between his pectorals bulge from his gi. Lee's body tended to be at his hardest and thickest directly following a workout, Sakura could never fathom why he would put his body through additional agony in the gym following a mission.

“Guess I'll be seeing-”

“Lee-kun?” Sakura cut in.

“H- hai, Sakura-chan?” Lee was taken aback by her sudden outburst. Her fit and shapely body on display in her tiny black shorts and white wrap around skirt with a red top that barely covered her navel, Sakura approached Lee resting a hand on his forearm. Her fingers tensed unconsciously admiring the impressive girth that now rivaled his former sensei's. Lee swallowed thickly feeling like his old intimidated 12-year-old self before her.

“Ne, Lee-kun… would like to have dinner with me? That is if you're free…” Her verdant eyes zeroed on his contracted black ones, as she mentally undressed the taijutsu master.

“I… I w- would be most honored to join you for dinner Sakura-san!” He snapped to attention. She curled an arm around his.

“My place then?”

 

 

OWARI

 

 

A/N: For any and all SakuLee fans out there in Hentai Land, would you care for me to continue? If so, kindly drop a line in the review box!