Kushina-Sensei (Again?) (Patreon)

 The Uzumaki owned lands of Konoha were filled with the the ringing sounds of clashing metal and flesh.

Kushina Uzumaki was grinning as she went head to head against her young apprentice. Her ankle length red hair whipped behind her as she weaved to the side avoiding a blinding fast kick. “C'mon you can do better than that.” She taunted with a laugh.

Her student, Jokuro Anzu merely grinned in return. The loose red Kimono top she was wearing, held together by a slim obi was full of nicks and cuts showing off little glimpses of skin, but it was nothing compared to the drool worthy sight he'd managed to unveil by slashing the top with a kunai.

The neckline of the kimono top plunged open showing off his teacher's amazing cleavage. The large and heavy orbs of flesh jiggled and bounced with each motion she made, the cloth barely holding them within without a bra to support the splendorous breasts. Every few moves she had to re-arrange her top or risk giving him a full frontal.

As Kushina twirled around his next sequence of rapid attacks, his eyes were glued to her posterior. Black spandex shorts stretched taut against the the full, heart-shaped rump. Damn, you could bounce a fucking coin off of that ass.

“Still not fast enough, Joku-chan~” The busty redhead teased, expanding the space between them by jumping back a few feet, allowing them both to take a small breather.

His eyes lingered on her large bust, heaving upwards with each breath. He shook his head, and instead focused on her face. Beautiful with pale skin, a small up-turned nose, rounded face and plump little pink lips.

“You know you could stop with the taunts all the time when we spar sensei.” Jokuro commented, huffing slightly to regain his breath and calm is roaring crotch.

Kushina laughed, a teasing smile on her face. “No way, these lips were made for taunting.” She shot back, smacking her plump, moist little lips together and creating a small sucking noise.

God, she was such a tease, because that action just caused his libido to jolt all the harder.

Still, there was only one thing he could say to that. “I can think of a much better use for those lips sensei.” He snorted.

Kushina's eyes widened slightly at the reply, but then a massive grin overcame her face. As opposed to replying, her lower jaw descended and her plump lips were pulled apart. Joturo heard nothing but his pounding heartbeat as she sensually ran her shining pink tongue across her upper lip. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he swore on his life he heard a sultry moan drift it's way past those enticing lips as well.

And then the moment was over, and her mouth was closed and back to it's default teasing smile. “The Chunin Exams are coming up again...” She commented idly, completely changing the subject and completely ignoring the mood she herself had been responsible for super charging.

Damn, what a fucking tease. He'd already become a Chunin a year ago after his failed debacle of a first one. He could still hear her damnable taunting ringing in his head when he was off to fight in the finals.

'Look at this. If you go out there, nail that guy and win the whole thing. Then you can really nail this all you want.'

The echoing sound of her palm ringing off of her full ass as she spanked herself while bent over in front of him and waving said plump ass in his face filled his mind, thrumming a surge of heat through his body that shot straight down into his already engorged dick.

His sensei was ungodly beautiful. She knew it and wasn't afraid to use it. In her youth, she'd been a notorious prankster in her, and as her student her full teasing personality came out at him en mass.

And he wasn't gonna beat around the bush. The minute he'd found out he'd become a Genin at 12, he'd used his new rights as an adult to get into a few whore houses and lose his virginity and he found that he loved nothing more than having a sexy women underneath him screaming his name and drooling like a fucked silly little slut.

He was remarkably well-endowed, after all, and his skills rapidly increased so now he could confidently brag that he damn well knew how to use it. Fuck that 'motion in the ocean' shit women told tiny dick Uchiha's – complete with poorly hidden eye roll. He was huge and knew just how to work it. When he had a bitch under him, eyes rolled alright, but for the best reasons

He'd had a few noteworthy woman since then. Anko Mitarashi for one and even one busty teasing Hyuuga slut in anbu named Seiko. But the woman he wanted above all was his sensei. He longed to see Kushina Uzumaki with her moist little lips wrapped around his cock.

But the moral of his monologue was, he was still a bit in-experienced when it came to women when he was 12. In that when his sensei hinted at him getting her ass, he got to so excited he could barely focus on his fight and ended up losing and wasn't promoted because of lack of awareness - or something, he honestly wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention - in battle.

Still, now he knew they were playing that game once she mentioned the Chunin Exams. Despite her teasing personality, they never got this far alot because ever since he'd become a Chunin in a field promotion a few months later, she'd spent a lot less time training with him. After all, she still had a husband and a kid.

Yup, she was a milf alright.

He was gonna win this round though, and see just how far he could take his relationship with her. They were in the private Uzumaki training grounds now after all, and nobody could get in because of the seals his sensei had put up to keep their training a secret.

Jokuro smirked. “So it is.” He mused idly, “In fact, bringing that up reminds me of that Hyuuga-Anbu I've been nailing lately, her tits are almost as big as yours sensei – though her ass falls woefully short.” The young Chunin commented. “Bit of a one trick pony, that one. Total freak though.” He mused.

The chest he loved so much, and the one he'd just complimented, puffed up and outward with subconscious pride, putting on an even greater display for his eyes as Kushina basked in the knowledge that she was physically superior to such a deadly woman.

“You say that like it's any great surprise, Joku-chan~, of course I'm the better woman.” Kushina released a throaty giggle. She gave him an almost mocking look. “All these worthless sluts you talk so much about. Don't go getting a big head because they spread their legs, they do that for everyone.”

Jokuro bristled. Oh, so that's how it was. Well he'd just have to regale her with tales of his greatest conquests then! He didn't normally break out these ones, because word would get back to them about it and then... well things would be bad. But his sensei was different, she was going to be added to the list, no matter what, so it was only right for her to know of who else was one it.

He took a quick breath to calm himself. He needed to play it right or else he'd crash and burn here. “I don't think Anko would take that laying down.” He pointed out, then barked a small laugh, “Well, unless I was the one giving.”

He smothered an arrogant smirk as he saw his sensei's eyes widen. It was common knowledge just what Anko liked to do to men that tried to pick her up after all. “Let me tell you sensei, that bitch was one kinky lady – but I'm not like the rest of those limp-dicked losers that try to pick babes like you and her up.” He continued, “I just showed her who was boss and it wasn't long before she was on her back drooling like a fucked stupid whore with her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.” He bragged.

Kushina's mouth opened and closed twice and finally when she was about to say something he let his arrogant smirk bloom full force, “She has even less modesty than you sensei and actually quite a few people claim she's like a hotter, more intense and younger version of you.” He shot for the goal and scored!

Ooh, that got her. He barely refrained from fist pumping, or some other display of exuberance, as her eyes narrowed and a dusting of red colored her cheeks for just a second or two.

Time to go in for the kill. “I've realized lately, that if I can ride the better version of you into a drooling little slut begging for me to take her even harder, then you're hardly even worth the effort of breaking in sensei – cuz you'll be even less likely to keep up with me than Anko.” His tone was dismissive and it took all of his willpower to keep his face dismissive as well and not allow the smirk out that threatened to split his face in his excitement.

Well now there was the red back on her cheeks, making it's triumphant return, joined by a twitching eyelid and a... okay that was a horrifying smile. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. Why did he think this was a good idea she was going to kill him.

Oh thank Sage she turned around. Jokuro felt his limbs follow his orders again and unlock from their previous stiff position.

Only for things to get stiff in a different spot as his sensei, seemingly recovered from the taunting, lifted her top just enough to give a nice and full view of her glorious backside. Her spandex shorts, slick with sweat, were completely plastered to the meaty cheeks, and even just cocking her hips made them jiggle.

He lurched forward a half step, pelvis leading a charge that was utterly out of his conscious control as her dainty hand suddenly slapped one of the round globes, hard. The sounds of the straining of the seams in his pants was totally covered by the deafening slap that echoed through the clearing.

Jokuro had heard second hand that Kakashi's signature Jutsu caused the user to develop tunnel vision if they didn't have the Sharingan, but his sensei's indescribably sexy ass was sure doing that just fine as his eyes worked overtime to sear every single detail into his brain; he could see nothing else.

The strike was so violent the cheek bounced and swayed for a solid eleven point two seven seconds – a number that was also seared into his brain – and left behind a smooth hand print on the otherwise slightly crinkled spandex.

And then his seductress of a sensei just had to take it up another notch as she bent her knees to the very slightest degree and began tiling her hips forward and back, causing her ass to bounce not just up and down, but in the slightest bit of a circular pattern.

A new sound joined the staccato of his heartbeat as her meaty cheeks ran into each other. It was quiet, but they were so big they were making a very faint slapping sound, but that wasn't all…

His balls churned and his shaft tightened in pseudo release as with every bounce he saw the barest hint of an outline of her pussy and asshole, the former engorged and plump, the perfect state, just begging for his meat. It would be the perfect cushion for his crotch as he slammed into her cunt, her meaty thighs rippling as he hammered away at her, her voice filling his ears, crying, yelping, whimpering his name and so much more…

He wasn't aware his feet had taken him several more steps closer towards her until she released another throaty giggle, this one far more husky and, dare he say it, outright turned on than he'd ever heard her sounding.

He snapped back to awareness, gnashing his teeth as he forced back his dry release through sheer force of will, his poor balls taking the brunt of the abuse, and looked at her face.

"Don't lie,” She mewled, voice even more arousing then before, her eyes darkened and lustful. “You know this is the best ass you'll ever get the chance of seeing up close and we both know you want to nail me more than any woman in the world."

The arrogance is what did it for him, what truly allowed him to break free of the predator before him's spell. 'The plan Jokuro, the plan!' He screamed in his head, biting his tongue hard to dampen his arousal, at least the slightest bit so he could think.

Even still, there was no way he could outright lie about her claim, because it was, without a doubt, true. So instead he turned it around on her. “I can't deny that sensei, you have the sexiest ass I've ever seen, you almost just made me cum you know. But...” He inhaled sharply, eyes blazing as he stood his ground in more ways than one. “I could buy myself a whole pile of whores if I wanted, and while they might not stack up, they have some pretty amazing asses too. You just can't compete!”

She didn't appear shaken by his words, at least on the surface, but he'd known her long enough to see her tells. There was a twitch in her right thigh, and he knew he had her. It was the worst of her tells, he'd only seen it a few times, but his vision was so laser focused there was no way it could escape his sight now.

She turned around fully to look at him, stance wide and bold, as it always was, smirk in place but just the barest hint wooden. “Can't compete, hmm?” She murmured, bringing a hand up to her lips.

Without word or hesitation, a single finger slipped into her mouth, instantly joined by a second. She didn't moan, she didn't need to. Seeing her long, dainty fingers effortless slide into her mouth to the knuckle without stopping was even more seductive. Her painted lips, naturally puffy and gripping, clenched around her fingers tightly.

At first he thought it was the wind, as her hair began swaying, but he rapidly realized it was actually motions caused by her head moving. His eyes shot back to her mouth where her fingers began sliding out of her mouth, only to be gobbled right back up. Her hand wasn't moving, it was all her head.

With a jolt, and another burst of pressure in his balls, he realized she wasn't just pantomiming a blowjob, she was performing a deepthroat on her fingers right in front of him; her lips and cheeks were clenched tight and slightly hollow, her tongue wasn't even involved at all, her throat was visibly moving as she swallowed rapidly while her half lidded gaze bored into him, eyes clouded with desire.

He shuddered, it was the perfect picture, it was effortless to superimpose the image before him over top of a random whore from his memories, his cock sheathed completely in her throat, the slut greedily suckling on the base of his shaft as his hand held her in place.

Just as his resolve was about to crumble, she violently removed her fingers, her mouth releasing a breathless 'Pah!' of air and spittle.

Speaking of, thick strands of saliva ran from her lips to her fingers, which were absolutely drenched in the stuff.

He almost outright whimpered as those fingers began painting a line from her devilishly upturned lips, down her chin, across her slender neck, pausing at her collar bone, only to playfully spread out and follow the bone as far apart as he hand would allow before a second hand joined it.

He did whimper when her fingers finally reached the tattered remains of her top and hooked around the material, sliding it outward and then down, down…

Jokuro's knees trembled as his bloodshot eyes – because he sure as hell wasn't blinking to miss a single nanosecond of this – zeroed in on her breasts, or more specifically, the area he knew her nipples were as the top her closer and closer to the borderline-

'NO!' He mentally cried as it stopped, only for his mood to rapidly change tones as his gaze locked on just the barest hint of pink. He could see them! Not all of them, but he could see the barest edge of her areola.

Saliva built up in his mouth and he swallowed thickly, he longed to suck on them, they were so close!

“You could gather all the sluttiest women in the world and never get one on my level, Joku-chan~...” Kushina whispered, but to his hypersensitive senses it may as well have been whispered hotly right into his ear. “I'm the complete package, the best of the best...”

He wanted to respond, he was going to, but she did the unthinkable.

She ripped her top clean off.

The sudden shift in approaches caught him completely off guard, but not enough for him to stop staring. No, he very nearly dropped to his knees as he basked in the sight of her glorious, neigh, divine bust, unimpeded by clothes.

But no, he needed to resist! He needed to stick to the plan!

He wiped his chin of drool, and tried his damn best to ignore the agony his cock was in as it tried to rip straight through his paints to paint her tits in it's thick discharge from right where he was standing. And in his current state, he had no doubt he could do it, seven and a half feet was nothing for his cock right now, it was raring to go and at it's absolute best.

He shuddered and forced himself to turn around and slam his eyes shut. “Hmph,” He grunted, body still shaking just a bit with badly suppressed need. “You're too late sensei, even your tits can't sway me now.” It was physically painful to make this declaration, but he pushed on. “Quantity is far better than quality, and youth always wins. I think I'll round up Anko and Seiko and head to the whore house. Why don't you come over in a few hours after I've gotten warmed up and you can give me some eyes candy. You can put on a show for a few minutes before you have to sit down and rest for a while.” He wanted to sound offhand, condescending, dismissive, but he wasn't sure if he nailed the right tone. His libido was roaring so loudly it was nearly impossible to focus, and that was a lot of specific emotions to pack into a speech for his poor vocal cords right now.

There was no response, thankfully, which allowed him to shore up his resolve and take a total of three steps away from her.

His hair stood on end as his entire body shuddered when his ears were filled with first a very wet sucking sound before an equally wet pop caused him to jump.

He stood frozen in place, mind whirling and resolve rapidly disintegrating.

It was utterly destroyed when a loud, throaty moan was released behind him, closer now, enough that he could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck.

He whirled around, the abuse finally too much for his pant leg as it ripped, just a little bit, and part of his thigh was bared to the world.

His heart stopped beating for almost two full seconds as his eyes drank in the sight before him.

She had each of her breasts held in her hands, but one was raised higher, and was in fact captured in her mouth, the nipple not visible in the slightest as she suckled on it. Her other heavenly breast was being toyed with by her hand, the nipple being pulled, the action making the saliva and the O-shaped imprint of lipstick on it stand out even harder. And her face, oh her face.

It was the dirtiest of looks, those were the eyes of a slut so worked up she was going to fuck something; man, woman, anything inbetween, it didn't matter in the slightest. Carnal debauchery was going to take place. There was a challenge in those eyes though, even still, they said; "Why don't you come over here and play then? Put your skills where your mouth is and we'll see how quickly you change your tune…"

So he did. It took four steps to get in front of her, and all of a second for a hand to dart up and grab her by the back of a neck before his lips crashed into hers. A pleased and slightly surprised moan was his response, and she moved against him.

There was no time for games, or a play for dominance, he was already in control the second his lips touched hers, and her pitiful attempts at being coy were only met with harder dominance as he leaned back for the barest second before grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her right back into his hungry lips.

It wasn't enough, he needed to teach this cockteasing bitch who she belonged to though. So he took it a step further and grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled. A burst of chakra caused the material to rip like paper, tearing off a triangular shaped piece of it. Her shorts turned into some sort of odd reverse thong as a result, but he was far too focused on other things to see the humour in it.

Tossing the ruined spandex aside, glowing fingers immediately buried themselves in her drenched snatch with exert precision. Again, there was no foreplay or teasing to be had; he mashed every button he could find hard and fast, and boy did he find a lot of them.

Kushina was utterly overwhelmed. Her eyelids had already been fluttering, but with the new assault on her body her back arched and her eyes began slowly drifting upwards, muffled squeaks and more wanton moans being stolen from her.

Jokuro's pants lasted an admirable twenty three seconds of this level of arousal before the monster within finally conquered them, ripping clean through them and laying his entire crotch bare.

It wasn't the sound that caught Kushina's attention, it was the impact.

Jokuro's cock was just as hungry as he was, and with his previous rival out of the way, it instantly surged towards it's soon to be greatest conquest, the biggest prize of them all.

A wet slap was the exact sound it made, but it was so much more than that. It was caused by his cock, slathered with drooling precum, slamming into her puffy cunt, her clit in particular taking a hard blow. It twitched angrily against her slit, to the point it may as well have been vibrating.

Kushina couldn't see this though, all she could see was stars as her vision gained white bursts of light and her eyes began outright crossing. Her knees outright gave out on her, only a blurred hand that instantly grabbed onto her meaty ass, the other hand gripping her hair, and the monstrous thing between her legs kept her upright.

This, of course, ground her even harder into the veiny beast, and the pleasure it was giving her jumped enough that, even through the savage, mouth raping kiss she was still receiving, a breathless and helpless squeal was ripped from her.

Jokuro's cock, already discoloured with his own slimy precum, only grew more messy as her cunt juices splashed against it's mighty length. Instead of sating it, it only made it swell further, stimulating her hypersensetive glands even more effectively.

Kushina's eyes were blank, her vision completely filled with white. She couldn't stand, she couldn't hear, she couldn't feel anything but the all encompassing and mind cleansing pleasure. The ability to even form thoughts was temporarily stolen from her, replaced by a blissful static as her mouth and throat released mindless sounds that no creature with any sort of pride or dignity left would create.

If she was capable, a feeling of falling would have hit her senses, but as she couldn't, she wasn't aware of her physical position as she fell backwards. Or she would have, at least, if the hands on her body hadn't tightened and the beast pressed against her painfully empty pussy grew more insistent.

In the endless haze she was in, she only distantly heard a voice, deep and harsh, growl. “Oh no you don't you fucking slut, don't you pass out on me. You don't get to do that until I've had my fill of you!”

She came back to herself, barely, just enough to dazedly look into the eyes of her student as he snarled at her. She could do little though, still blanketed with ecstasy, and her attempt to speak only caused her long tongue to loll out of her slack mouth, drooling heavily on not only her own bust, but his hand as well, which had found it's way down to her nipple, harshly pulling at it.

His hips ground into hers and her blank eyes looked down, pupils dilating as she caught sight of the truly terrifying thing between his legs before it sheathed itself again inbetween her thighs.

She wanted it, she wanted it so badly. “Uaahh.” She groaned, her thighs spreading and her hips angling towards him.

Jokuro took the hint and angled his cock, the engorged, angry purple head placed at her entrance, the place he'd been literally dreaming about for years. His shaft flexed, and the head didn't spurt so much as spray her pussy in his precum. It wasn't lubrication, there was already more than enough of that, it was marking it's territory.

He let out a breathless laugh, his entire being feeling empowered beyond words or comprehension. “Oh, so you want it now don't you, you cum hungry whore? Want me to fuck this slutty pussy of yours until it breaks?!” He cried, eyes wide and breath coming it rapid pants.