The fragrant kiss of rain fell upon the roof and in the distance the procession of storm clouds bespoke of no foreseeable end. Clutter and clatter floated up from the street as the day went on in idle suspense, thus had it become known for the citizens of the Leaf that while peace may reign in their village, outside their walls was a different matter altogether. For Kushina Uzumaki, whose husband was thrust once more onto the forefront of battle, worry had become a second nature. It was another day she sat by the window in quiet contemplation, strumming her fingers along slender scarlet locks with eyes crossing the great distance in hopes of seeing beyond the village outskirts.
It was in her quiet suffering that a knocking came upon the door. With the dead silence disturbed she immediately aroused once again into a smile, adorning it as one would a fixture-seemingly in place, however in place happiness could seem when the fate of a loved one drifts in the unknown. The unanticipated excitement that came when she opened the door however was a welcome addition into the quiet home. "KKKUUUSSSHHHIIINNNAAA-CCHHAANNNN," the silver haired Sannin roared out in his usual candor.
"J-J-Jiraiya, hello. Come in, I'll go and put some tea on." No doubt, she believed, he had come once more to visit her husband. "Minato is away right now but I hope my company can satisfy you."
The Sannin entered casually; he had frequented this place several times over the course of the war. And now with Minato worried about his wife's state, his presence especially requested to cheer her up. Little did the prodigy know of what consequences his actions entailed. Jiraiya was a man above all else. "I could never turn down the company of a beautiful woman! Haha. But I brought a gift" he laughed in his usual manner. And upon entering the kitchen he delivered to her his present, diverting her from the tea. "Sake. It's good for calming the nerves. Minato told me you've been down lately." Naturally she believed it not unusual for a renowned drunkard to carry such an item, but readily satiated his request by agreeing to the drink.
For what Jiraiya had believed to be the satisfaction of women was he alone, her fate had been sealed by her lips first touch of his special liquor. Their conversation resumed at the table.
"Is that what he told you," she smiled. "I know there's a war going on, but we wanted to start a family."
He nodded in sympathy to her plight. "I know how you feel Kushina, but Minato is fighting to protect you and the village. There are somethings that a man just has to do."
Kushina looked out in the distance once more. She understood the truth in his words, but above all else she wanted to be at peace. Another gulp saw to the consumption of half her drink.
He sighed. "You know, if you really want to help Minato out and start a family with him, you should do your part as well."
A shade of blush struck at her cheeks as her voice raised in embarrassment. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU SUGGESTING," she yelled.
"The seal, Kushina," he remained calm in hopes of furthering his deception-all in the name of her enjoyment. "If you're going to get pregnant it's going to weaken. You need to strengthen yourself. You need to strengthen your body.
She consumed the alcohol with haste. "What should I do then, Jiraiya," she asked.
He rose from his seat to meet her; every step resounded in her mind for reasons unknown to her. It crossed her belief that something could have been in the alcohol, but she readily dismissed it. She foolishly dismissed it. And no sooner its dismissal had he arrived before her, on bent knee, with his hand clasped around her own with its ebbing warmth and restrained, but gentle strength. "Let me help you," his voice smoothly spoke, strong and reassuring that she felt sooner compelled to nod in agreement. "The training is centered upon strengthening your womb."
"I…I see," a married would approached this subject with more caution, had it not been for the copious amount of spiked alcohol she consumed.
Jiraiya did something she did not expect. As her sentence concluded she found her eyes widened given that his lips now pressed against her own with little resistance. It was as if her body wished for such a sensation. In truth Minato had barely acted with her in a manner custom of husband and wife and when he would the sessions were infrequent. Though why such though crossed her mind remained a mystery, and she found herself accepting of his kiss.
It was rough and wild. The heavy taste of alcohol upon his lips easily laced her own. The weight of his tongue colliding with hers and how they turned and twisted into pleasurable knots, sliding and soaking upon the other, left her with a sense of restlessness. Kushina's blush grew redder and though her fingers rested upon his shoulders in an effort to push him away-she did not push. Rather the kiss which dominated her had shaken to her core. The way his tongue moved about, with experience and skill-the brief and sudden pauses the gaze upon her visage, left her briefly enamored. And though her body was willing, her mind was not.
The push she gave him was a gentle tug and her gaze shied from his in favor of the table. She wished to hide herself away. "Kushina-chan," he teased her once more. "We need to relax your body first. Where are you most comfortable," he questioned her with sincerity, leading her to believe this his intentions were in her best interest.
"It's…the bedroom" Kushina whispered soft and low before arising from her seat and making the way towards her bed. The ero-sennin waited before following. He did not wish to seem eager though a grin on his face betrayed such an intent. He thanked Minato silently. While the student was away at war, the teacher would be fucking his wife into submission.
As Kushina made her way to the bed she felt herself overwhelmed by the sensation of lust. It tore at her body. It ravenously clawed at her mind, unraveling it at its seams. Soon what despair she felt wrought at hands of worry were replaced with a carnal desire. Try as she might to resist she knew she would succumb to its might.
Upon entering Jiraiya sat at the foot of her bed. It would become his seat as undressed herself under the hypnosis of inebriation. Kushina exposed her body one layer at a time. Withdrawn from her shoulders fell the green straps of her overalls, leaving only her shirt and skirt. It was the great heat that drew her fingers to the unbuttoning of her shirt, and then the unfastening of bra to expose to Konoha's notorious pervert an average chest. "At least they're perky…." he drooled lecherously over his new book's source material.
"You too, Jiraiya-sensei" Kushina teased him before falling against his muscular body. Smooth, slender legs wrapped around his back as she straddled herself firmly upon his lap. "Oh?" he questioned her with his usual drunken smoothness and she unfastened his shirt. His bared chest was of a muscular variety to her; he had far eclipsed her husband in every aspect. Her fingers ran smoothly through the chiseled abdominals, rushing over every crevice with curiosity and adoration. They were lustful strokes which left the pervert enticed by his conquest. Such was the appeal of his body that her cheek soon brushed against his shoulder, and her arm draped him tenderly as one would expect of lovers. "I hope this training works."
"Of course it will." Jiraiya smiled as his hand upon her back began to wander further down, reaching such spots Minato himself had yet to explore, and would relish in discomfort upon witnessing.
Kushina's arousal spurred her into a fit of dominance. Not long after Jiraiya's hands traipsed the landscape of her body did he find himself pushed back upon the bedsheets, mounted atop his chest by the scarlet haired beauty. "Your body is so massive," she remarked in genuine wonder. Her hands traced over his arms and spread them apart before her chest fell against his. Lush, pink nipples collapsed against his pectorals. Kushina returned Jiraiya's kiss from earlier in their evening, planting upon his neck and drawing from his lips a tender moan. It was delightful to think she had it within her to please a notorious lecher, but he merely played his part knowing full she would be his own by the evening's end.
The unfaithful wife's kiss continued in a descending fashion. She started at his lips before briefly moving to the nape of his neck, and then his chest. Upon his toned pectorals her tongue lavished a lewd stroke and swirl followed by an erotic suckling of his nipple. "Holy shit, Kushina's a freak" he thought in silence as he enjoyed the sensation with a grin. Several strokes soon followed as her licking turned to a suction-strong kiss. "Mmmhhh," she moaned with exhaustion. She was not accustomed to acting out her most perverse desires–––even with Minato, but the alcohol had helped.
"Hey, you're getting the hang of it" he encouraged her in acting out upon her desires. Taking the compliment to her heart she struck her tongue against his chest, and feverishly stroked till she made her way to his trousers. It did not long for her to respond to his bulge, and upon his cock's emergence she was left stupefied. It seemed fitting he studied toads. For while his length along was impressive, it was the sheer width-the girth, that left her fearful and enticed. A slight curve she observed spelled destruction for her innermost core, and thus a renewed sheath of crimson struck at her face. Kushina looked to be a blushing bride.
"This is too big…." She grasped as much of Jiraiya's fat dick with one hand that she could, but her fingers were no long enough to wrap it fully. His length hardened as he grinned in drunken stupor, and soon her oral kiss began. Kushina's lips found themselves engulfed upon the head of Jiraiya's bulbous member. Given that the Senju clan were blessed with strong bodies, and that their blood branched from theirs, it seemed no miraculous feet that her grip upon his member was a strong one-but he was impressed. With one hand she stroked him whilst suckling at his head. Loud, audible, slurping had filled the room. Perhaps it was the taste, the salt of masculinity, that made her lavish upon his dick with such fervor but no cessation took her.
Her love of his taste soon guided Kushina down several inches and Jiraiya all too easily lent her a helping hand with shoveling it down. His muscular hand fell upon the back of her head and pushed down. Kushina needed no help as her own perverse nature took over. The inches were consumed within the whorl of her throat. Minato in comparison had a needle prick compared to his teacher; a comparison her mouth reacted to favorable. With so much to work with she found herself hastily downing him. Kushina's head flung back and forth in wild abandon, the scarlet locks of her hair were flung wild as if caught in a twister–––but only her tongue measured out such speeds when sucking Jiraiya down. It was a testament to her slobbering and expert suction that as she shook her head from left to right with his dick locked in her maw, that saliva sputtered out as water being hit by an engine.
"Who knew you were such a slut" Jiraiya coolly remarked. An insult which Kushina paid no attention to as her mouth worked its way down more of his training tool. It was an unreal sensation; how quickly Kushina was able to loosen her jaw and thrust his cock around from one direction to another, and unleashing her own second gear technique to suck him so tight not even particles of air could touch his dick was tantamount to godliness.
The extent of her deepthroat was shown as she had given him what was beyond natural "head"; the lewd bitch had begun giving him brain! Her lungs were being dragged against his cock-slathering him down just as much of her mouth was. And it seemed her defeat had come once she held him in her trachea; choking, whittling herself away to give his cock an unprecedented squeezing that he thought her finished-but she would endure.
Shimmering and bright, her beautiful green eyes locked onto his as only mere centimeters separated her now from his base. And with a final tug Kushina's nostrils were smothered in his pubic hairs while she sucked on his bone triumphantly. She inhaled the fragrance of his sweat and testosterone immersed within his bush, pleading as if for dear life for the strength to keep on sucking. But even champions had their limits.
Kushina dragged her head off his cock and breathed mightily. It was astonishing that after such a suckling Jiraiya did not unleash even precum, but it was for this reason he was the most renowned lover in the Leaf. Kushina grasped his saliva slathered tool and smacked her face in pleasure. "It..it's working. I feel the seal getting weaker," the depraved slut cheered out. Jiraiya merely laughed and brushed some hair out of her face before revealing, "we're only getting started."
Kushina wrapped both of her hands around his dick. Her eyes still grew wide at his size, reiterating her admonishment of Minato. "Minato's dick is a twig compared to this…." Stroking his ego only left Jiraiya cracking into another grin. "There's a reason why they call it the "bitch splitter". Kushina-chan, want to find out why?"
A kiss on his nutsack was all the answer Jiraiya needed.