Making Waves in Wave Country (Patreon)

"Dumbass!"

Menma's knuckles hit his knucklehead little brother upside the head, and caused him to plant his face into the ground, leaving an indentation with its shape on it. 

"You really pushed your team to keep going on this mission even when you could've gotten all of them killed!"

Naruto hung his neck. "I'm sorry..."

"Uhm, Menma sir, I- we all, we all agreed to-"

Menma's arm swung like a sword, and pointed at the sole female member of the newest generation of Team 7. "And that," he said, "is the problem." 

Kakashi preemptively raised his hands as if to pacify Menma' his shoulders still propped up by his crutches.

The dark haired boy rounded up on him and poked him in the chest. "You're not an idiot teenager, so what the hell were YOU thinking when you decided that risking not only yourself and your team, but your client, going ahead before the reinforcements got there!"

"It's fine, it'll be fine, I knew you'd be sent and you'd make it in time before our enemies recovered!" Kakashi said, giving him one of his usual hidden smiles. "And I was right!"

Menma rolled his eyes, then ran a hand over his face. "The fact that I keep pulling your potatoes out of the oven every time should be incentive to up your game, not to do it even more frequently!"

"Maah, where did that cute little boy that thought I was the coolest guy in the village go?" Kakashi complained.

"He died when an avalanche of backup requests buried him," Menma responded, dryly.

"Oi... bro!" Naruto shouted, crossing his arms. "We're gonna be fine!" he said, "we're going to train up and then you'll see how much better we do."

"Yeah, whatever, I'll believe that when I see it, fishcake," Menma said, rolling his eyes. "Why don't you complete the training before boasting this time, Mister I'll Master The Rasengan In A Week."

"Why you..!" Naruto was grabbed by his teammates, who both kept him from charging at his brother.

"Stop it you idiot, get back to training like he said!" Sasuke shouted.

"Let me go I'm gonna teach him a lesson!"

Sakura then finished Naruto's struggles with a swift chop to the top of his head, causing his struggles to cease as he simply shouted in pain. "Listen to the scary jounin and shut up already!"

Kakashi simply laughed, and Menma decided enough was enough. He'd leave them to their business for the time being. 

A while later, he'd find himself alone at the provisional base of operations, the architect's home, near which the Ninja had set up camp. Unfortunately, it was almost blindingly obvious who the more vulnerable target here was. Killing the architect, for whatever reason, wasn't an option for the businessman Gato, probably because he actually wanted the man's skills.

So naturally, his daughter and grandson would be more attractive targets to force him to do what the businessman wanted. That meant a lighter guard on the client himself, and a heavier guard on his family. Worst came to worst, Kakashi could push himself to hold off a stronger ninja long enough until his ninja dogs could fetch Menma.

Especially if he had the kiddies with him to help run interference.

That was why, after the boy had chosen to accompany the ninja to the bridge due to an unexpected admiration of Naruto, Menma was left alone with the only person whom he believed had any degree of sense.

"Thank you for all the hard work," Tsunami said, as Menma's final clone dissipated, the house sparkling new.

"No problem, I might as well," Menma said. He was getting awfully bored of guard duty at any rate.

She giggled. "I have to admit, I did miss having a man at the house," she muttered.

"Oh? Your father not up to the task?" Menma asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against one of the kitchen's walls, while Tsunami put the final dish in the rack to dry. "I'd have imagined him a pretty handy man."

Tsunami giggled. "Oh, sure, if you want a hole covered with a framed picture or painting," she said with a wink. "But if you want the problem fixed at the root," she said, drying her hands with a rag, and then stepping into Menma's personal space. She was shorter than him, about the perfect height to place her hands on his shoulders and tilt her head up, just a little, to look him in the eye. "If you want the hole filled up properly," she mewled. "I need a man like you."

Menma snorted, uncrossing his arms and then placing a hand on her shoulder, the other on her chin, tilting her up a little more, standing up to his full height. "I have a woman at home," he said.

"I figured," she said, "but you're not pushing me away..." she said. 

"I'm a man, after all," Menma said with a chuckle. "A lonely, beautiful woman who asks for my assistance? What kind of monster would I be if I rejected her?" he asked.

"So..." Tsunami blinked.

Menma leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, his tongue slipping past and then dominating her own, giving her a very clear indication of how this was going to go. "You've asked for it, well now you've got it," Menma said.

His hand came down to rest on her chest, massaging it through the thick cloth of her shirt. He didn't like it, at all. It was hard to feel her through it. He kissed her more, and then pushed her back a little. 

She blinked, looking confused. "W-Was I not- is my breath-"

"Take it off," Menma ordered.

Only a moment's shock stopped Tsunami before she complied, reaching for the hem of her thick, low quality and rough shirt, and pulling it off, revealing a simple white bra underneath. She had not expected to get laid, or didn't own any sexy lingerie. Either way, it didn't matter, because she was quick to get rid of it too, unlatching it from the back and then throwing it off.

Menma grabbed her, one hand on her ass squeezing her through her pants, and the other on her tit. They weren't huge, but they were a nice handful, felt good in his hand, and she was growing so aroused that he felt her nipple becoming diamond hard against his palm.

They kissed hard, making out furiously for a good few minutes like that, her hands now exploring his body just as much as his explored hers, all the way until Menma moved them both, lifting her and then laying her down on the kitchen table, knocking the chair aside. He laid her on her back on it, and grabbed at her long skirt, removing it quickly, swiftly pulling it down by its hem.

Her plain cotton panties were soaked through, a dark wet spot on the crotch. Menma grinned as she tried to cover herself up in a bit of shame, one hand on her crotch, the other on her breasts, embarrasment painted across her face and expressed through a nervous giggle. "I- I, er,- I've not-" she blushed in embarrasment, as the moment Menma pulled her panties down, her untrimmed, untamed bush was revealed.

Menma laughed. "Natural is fine," he said, "I like me a bit of a wild woman too," he said, as he pulled down his pants, just enough to reveal his already hard dick. She didn't need any foreplay whatsoever, he could almost see the haze of her arousal, her scent filling the room instantly.

"I... ahh, I haven't, haven't had any since my husband-" she bit her lip. "Please, be gentle?"

Menma grinned, spreading her legs with his hands, and then when he was in position, gently removing her hand from her pussy, allowing him to line himself up, teasing at her labia with the tip of his cock.

"Do you really want it gentle?" he asked, teasing her.

She looked at him with an almost lust crazed look in her face, gulped, and then her eyes focused for just that one moment of clarity. "No," she said. "Please... fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like I haven't been fucked..!"

Menma laughed. "I'll fuck you the way a woman like you deserves!" he said, pushing his dick in, dragging a loud, long and incredibly fucking lewd moan out of her, the sound of a woman who had discovered sex for the first time, strange as it was to say it for a milf like her. She was tight, a pussy that'd seen nothing but fingers for months, maybe years even.

Menma grinned down at her. She had never experienced sex. She had only ever done it with men who had treated her like a fragile piece of glass... she had never been treated the way she wanted to be treated. His hand came down to her chest, and he squeezed her tit.

She mewled in pleasure. One hand on her thigh, the other on her chest, and all of his focus on her cunt, Menma began to move, at first starting slow, testing her limits, her flexibility, looking for her weak spots, but soon, he would begin to speed up, building up speed, strength and accuracy, hitting and teasing her weak spots as he discovered them.

"Do you like that!?" Menma shouted, as his hips thrust with wild abandon, his cock spearing into her, dragging loud moans and nasty wet sounds from her, Tsunami shaking a little, the table creaking, protesting and screeching against the ground as he dragged its legs on the floor with every thrust. "Do you like being treated like a slut!?"

"YYyeeeesshh!" Tsunami mewled. "I've never had it this good, uggghoooahhh, yeeesh, Menma, fuck me harder please~!"

Laughing, Menma basked in the almost virginal tightness, yet motherly comfort and pleasurably experience, of her pussy, taking the milf for all she was worth, and showing her the world of fucking, not making love, not having sex, crude, pleasure seeking fucking! 

"That's it, tighten up more..! I'm gonna give you a nice thick helping of cum, how's that for a reward for all the hard work!?" Menma shouted, fucking her harder now, rolling her nipple with his fingers as he tightened up his own muscles and then began thrusting, piston-like motions dragging shorter, ragged breaths and pants from Tsunami, the woman reaching her limit and coming apart.

Her orgasm hit her like a bomb going off, and her body seized for a good few seconds, before her pussy went absolutely wild, yet with practiced, smooth movements, the experience of a widowed milf, who knew how to milk men of their cum, at the same time paired with the eagerness of a cunt that had been starved of men.

"Grahh, fuck, cumming, take it all, don't spill it!" Menma ordered, "take it iiin!"

Tsunami gasped, then came again, even harder, and sent Menma past the point of nor return, no more ability to even think about holding back, instead just pouring white, hot and virile semen right into the young milf's cunt, filling her up, her mouth opening, eyes nearly rolling back, and nothing but a degenerate's orgasm face to be seen.

Panting, Menma winced a little as his hips thrust almost involuntarily, with each of his cum shots, until he finally finished cumming.

He had to pull himself out of her ridiculously tight cunt, before she managed to get him hard again.

It seemed it was time for him to get to work, he thought, as the idiots who thought he would be too distracted to notice them coming in prepared to attack...

"Ahh... Menma... you're too good... I can't live without this..!" she moaned.

Menma snorted. He'd deal with the idiots quickly and get back to her soon.