I was fucking Tsunade.
Seems kind of obvious to say given what I’d already described before. She was sitting in my lap, happily bouncing up and down while continuing the meeting like nothing was even happening. While some men might take that as an insult given that I was currently hilt deep inside her pussy, I rather chose to be grateful she didn’t react the way she might have normally reacted in the same situation. The depths of the imagination are deep and terror is a particularly good source of inspiration. Given the choice I’d rather have her body softly pressed against mine while she eagerly welcome me inside her. I would easily choose to let my hands roam freely over her breasts, easily decide that I’d rather have the opportunity to kiss her neck than for her to react in any other way.
I was fucking the hokage.
It was so easy to lose track of how many times my hands traced her perfect curves. Maybe it was just once or twice, maybe it was a hundred times. In my blissful state it seemed as though time itself had little meaning. All of my senses were devoted to the pleasure, the privilege and the passion of this once in a never opportunity.
I was fucking the hokage!
This was it! This was the moment I would remember fondly for the rest of my life! From this moment on, the world was my oyster. Nothing could bring me down from this! Nothing!
Until that voice snapped me out of it and dragged me back to reality kicking and screaming. “So now that our meeting has concluded, if you don’t mind my asking... How is our special guest?”
“I’ve had better,” Tsunade replied. “You know what they say about size not mattering, it’s what you do with it? Well, this kid doesn’t have the size or any clue what he’s doing with it.”
They all chuckled at that, but I didn’t see what was particularly funny about it.
“It’s such a shame you have to put up with such an average sized dick,” Kurenai sighed. “But it’s a real tragedy that he’s so obviously clueless about satisfying a woman.”
“Hm,” Tsunade said thoughtfully. “Maybe we ought to do something about that.”
And then she stopped bouncing and pressed her back right into my chest. I frowned, but she gave me a cheeky reassuring smile... and then something very strange started to happen. It’s hard to describe exactly. It was as though some weird energy shot right into me, right through my dick. It was intense even by the rather high standards of the last few minutes, and I could feel that rather familiar sense of building up which would soon be followed by release. It built up, and built up and built up...
But no release. It didn’t hurt or anything which sounds impossible, but just throw it on the pile and call it the third impossible thing before supper. Or was it supposed to be before breakfast? Who gave a damn! There I was completely stuck on the very cusp of cumming and... Couldn’t. I wanted to. Desperately. More than I wanted to suck in my next breath. To clarify, it wasn’t physically hurting me, but psychologically? That’s another matter altogether.
“Wh-what did you... what did you do to me?”
“I find that sometimes students need a little incentive to learn,” she explained, or rather didn’t. “If you want to cum, then you have to make me cum first. That sounds like a fair deal, doesn’t it?”
She stood up, and so did I. The attempt to withdraw proved futile as my hips slammed back into her, and I was compelled to simply follow her around as she walked across the room. Given that my pelvis had to remain glued to her ass, this was a thoroughly awkward position to be in. Just to avoid colliding with her legs I had to walk sort of bow-legged and I could feel her pussy’s muscular grip on my shaft with every movement.
“Thank you for coming, Kurenai. I hope to speak to you again shortly.”
Kurenai bowed and left the building, casting me a sly smirk as she went. Remember how earlier I mentioned that your own imagination can be motivated quite excellently by terror? Well, it was a little bit active right now. Being in a situation like this where you have no idea what’s going on kind of does that sort of thing to the mind. Here’s where my thoughts went:
I’d heard stories of people getting exactly what they wanted that turned into something really rotten for them. We’ve all heard that sort of yarn, right? Well. That’s what this reminded me of. Here I was banging the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on, but I couldn’t stop. I had to keep on doing it until I made her cum, and I didn’t really know how to make her cum and somehow being able to do exactly what I wanted to do still didn’t absolve me of the consequences of my actions.
I was fucking the hokage, and I was likely to keep fucking the hokage for a good few hours yet.
Noting the closeness of the hokage’s pretty and mostly silent assistant, I leaned over and snatched her hand out of desperation, “Help me!” I pleaded as I straightened once more up against Tsunade. Shizune (suddenly remembering her name) gamely allowed herself to be pulled closer, her hand ending up pressed against the curve of the hokage’s naked hip. Immediately, I noticed a change of some sort within Tsunade’s cunt. It seemed to shiver around my cock and perhaps it was my imagination but the passage seemed to be just a bit wetter than before.
The pretty attendant nodded firmly, “Yes, I’ll assist you. If only to ensure the hokage doesn’t get carried away” She was staring at Tsunade when she said it, her cheeks just barely flushing.
Following impulse, I pulled Shizune’s hand in between my hip bone and Tsunade fleshy tush. I then spread my fingers wide and grabbed as much butt flesh as I could around the black haired woman’s hand. This time it definitely wasn’t my imagination because along with a double even triple shiver around my dick, the hokage’s whole body pulsed a little bit her ass driving back against me, and I felt moisture drip down from her slit to tickle my balls.
I couldn’t believe it. Woman on woman fantasies were a particular favorite of mine and now it seemed I’d just stumbled upon some latent sexual attraction between the fucking Hokage and her sexy little assistant! Unfortunately, this didn’t change the fact that I was still feeling an incredible undeniable need to cum which only surged with this new knowledge. I found myself gripping Tsunade’s shoulder with my free hand and humping her ineffectually, driving my dick back and forth the small distance her absurdly strong cunt’s grip would allow.
Fri Jun 01 14:18:44 2012
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