(I apologize for the nearly year long delay! I'll try to write more if you guys are still interested in this story. Please let me know, or if I should move on to other pairings such as Naruto and Sakura or Sarada, or a Sasuke harem.)
"And then I said-" the pervy sage burst into laughter.
"Sensei, no! You didn't…" Minato expressed with concern, though not entirely unstruck by the comical encounter of his mentor's run in with a deranged but beautiful shinobi from the Mists. Having Jiraiya around in such ominous time was a blessing for Minato, or so he had come to believe. Having started a family of his own now, it was a great comfort he could show all that he had made for himself towards his father figure. The stories Jiraiya had recounted left him warm and uplifted, happy, just as they had during his days as a genin.
"Hey now," Minato's enthusiasm took quick control of the conversation. "I may not have any story as exciting as that, but…." He smiled warmly towards his wife. "Kushina and I have some news to share with you." She appeared by her husband's side, fragrant and beautiful and though dressed in her casual attire a light had brightened the disposition of all her features. "What Minato means to say," her voice was exuberant in equal measure as her husband's. "We're having a child," Minato blurted out. "Sensei, I'm gonna be a father! The Fourth Hokage was on the verge of tears in his happiness. "Th-that's great," Jiraiya stuttered, taken aback but equally delighted.
"Did you two think of a name," the Sannin asked before the couple exchanged a look of love. "Naruto. The protagonist in your story," Kushina smiled. It was as if all were right in the world. Minato chimed in. "We were hoping that you would be his Godfather. I know it's a lot to ask but-" Jiraiya quickly interrupted. "Minato, I'm honored. Yes. I'd love to." The night went on undisturbed in usual merriment; Minato and his teacher drank, they reminisced of youth and passion, spoke of current events, and looked towards the future with optimism. The stroke of midnight however saw to Minato's untimely slumber; the Fourth was so inebriated from the potent sake that he fell asleep on the couch.
"Kushina," Jiraiya addressed Minato's wife. He rubbed the back of his head in confusion. "Has Minato always been this much of a lightweight?" He was unimpressed with his student's inebriation-the night had only begun.
"Yes." She giggled. "When he's happy he tends to go overboard and becomes exhausted easily."
"Kushina, c'mere."
The housewife obediently heeded the Ero-Sennin's orders. It had been several months now that their training had begun, but she knew of the truth. When she found how little merit there was to his words she had been furious-but her body ached and yearned for more "training." As she slipped into Jiraiya's lap his hand wrapped round her waist before beginning to wander. The pervert grabbed at a chunk of Kushina's ass and gave a firm squeeze, but she protested. "Minato's on the couch, Jiraiya…we can't, not here…." A sensible suggestion indeed, but he cared little. "So what?" Jiraiya kissed her into silence, snuffing out her ability to make logical statements. It was in how his tongue expertly maneuvered against her own that drew her into submission, and just like that her protest was culled.
"I think…" he whispered into her ear after breaking off their lewd kiss. Kushina's mouth hung trembling. Each quiver saw the release of a sexually spirited pant, having gone into heat already it attested to his great skill. "Minato would be more upset that I've been murdering his wife's pussy daily for the past few months." Jiraiya grinned. "I bet that brat in you is mine, isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah," the unfaithful wife stammered. "But I found a jutsu to help me pass it off as his. So please take care of me…and our baby." Though in heat she pleaded to the best of her ability.
Jiraiya lifted his bitch to the coffee table beside her sleeping husband. "You know, I used to think Minato was the savior of this world." He began to pour sake on Kushina's pussy, forcing her to recoil in pleasure with a tender gasp. His massive tongue rolled out, lengthy and bulky as the frog's he could summon. "But here I am about to fuck his wife to death and that loser can't even wake up." The sage's tongue drew upon the lips of her pussy their shape. He stimulated her with ease. Embedded in the saliva of his tongue was the energy of nature, and while a powerful tool in combat, it was also a stimulant. Adrenaline pumped through Kushina's veins in anticipation of what poundings awaited her tonight. It seemed endless how his tongue stroked against her pussy, moving in pattern after pattern, tracing letters and shapes, adjusting the force it applied, all of which increased her heavy pants. Yet Minato could not be stirred from his sleep.
The sage's tongue drove itself further into her. It was a feat made easy by his length. And though it was just a tongue it far eclipsed the entirety of Minato's needle dick in both measure and girth, a fact which drove Kushina wild. Her fingers drove themselves against the tiny coffee table in hopes of finding a reliable brace. Jiraiya's tongue rolled through her pussy, pushing those sweet lips apart continuously and sending to her womanhood vibrations of pleasure. She bit down on her lips, trying to restrain the lewd sounds she desperately wanted to make. "J-J-Jiraiya" she cried out softly, hoping he'd take her elsewhere.
Minato was her husband. She couldn't do this in front of him! Yet reasoning was met with pleasure; and her pussy's sensitivity would win this argument.
The vicious lashes of his tongue against her pussy left her grunting wildly. His speed saw that just as he delved into her, just as a frog-he was able to retract quickly. And no sooner than his tongue's withdrawal he surprised her dirty cunt with either another lash, or a full throttle thrust that swept through her core in an effort to pry open her occupied womb. The scope of Jiraiya's reach was truly inhuman, a fact evidenced by Kushina as her eyes rolled and another moan was left trailing off. "Ooh Jiraiya, just like that…" The druggish effect of his saliva had increased her pussy sensitivity, making resistance to his skill impossible.
It did not take much of his tongueplay to drive her into the throes of passion. Kushina's hands which clung to the table as her brace wound upon the Sannin's head. The cessation of such pleasure did not bode well, and thus she shoved him deep against her-hoping forever her womanhood would be the recipient of his lewd conquest. But women are fickle things. "Jiraiya! I want…" she panted heavily. "I want"-he knew. "Give me dick" she roared out in a bellow. "Bah ha ha ha, Kushina you slut. What was that you wanted," he teased before casting a glance once again at his sleeping idiot of a student. Impressively, Minato had yet to be stirred. "I want your dick, Jiraiya-sama" she bluntly moaned.
What choice did the Sannin have if not to oblige a beautiful woman of her lustful requests?
As he withdrew his manhood her eyes supped upon its marvel. Jiraiya's tool was a monstrosity in that its structure eclipsed the entirety of his sex in its length and its girth. Its curve and the veins that grew incensed upon his arousal saw to the effortless submission of his wooed lovers; he could reach places untouched, cores unexplored, and grind so brutally that out of all the pain arose a sensation of pleasure that could hardly be captured by another. It was his dick that transformed the one docile Uzumaki housewife into a woman of loose moral fiber. And when he struck his cock against his hand like a prison warden brandishing his baton, she could not help but fall further into depravity. It was gonna hurt, but this bitch was relishing in that fact and bit down her lips to restrain the initial cry of pain.
The Sannin teased her in the beginning. His mighty tool struck repeatedly against the saliva-coated lips of her tainted womanhood. And when she tired of such play the bulbous head of Jiraiya's dick sank into her pussy. Immediately the tiny cunt's entryway was forced wide apart in an unanticipated assault. Though she had taken him on several times there was no way to handle his initial thrust. With every inch of dick the Sannin drove into her the lewder her expression became. The more twisted her smile, the more invigorated her eyes-her cheeks aflame with passion; he made her feel as a woman, beautiful and fragile. And as a savage he took her. Jiraiya had exploited Kushina's fragility-a fact she happily celebrated by moaning out, "MORE!"
It was a lesson in masculinity; a raw and sensual domination had overwhelmed Kushina. So great was the pain that it did not sink in immediately. Her unfaithful womanhood was awestruck in the raw devastation that was delivered in an instant. A quiver was released from her trembling lips and then a triumphant scream of his name. The veins of the ero-sennin's cock were thick and durable as steel. As it scoped through her now moist and loosened vaginal tract he had discovered since their previous altercation she was now reshaped to his size. It was indeed a snug fit. "Heh," he chuckled.
Jiraiya, gallant as he may be, knew better than to give a woman in heat time to convalesce. He rocked his hips against her, jutting his member in circular motions whilst driving inch after inch of dick into her slutty cunt. Kushina's pussy did its best to grip onto him for dear life as he thrust so deep into her, but she felt her grip on sanity loosening. A choir of moans slipped from her mouth though did little to stir her sleeping cuckold from his slumber. Instead her pussy twitched and cried, bursting forth explosions and then squirts of womanly juice. But Jiraiya had clogged her nearest her core, and as her pussy twitched he continued to bulldoze through what little tightness remained of so lascivious a housewife.
The rhythm of his pounding soon began to pick up. Though her pussy was soaking wet it had done little for a man so well versed in lovemaking. Each and every smack plodded against her demonstrated a new mark in his territory, a new inch of Kushina's lewd pussy conquered. Jiraiya had withdrawn to the very entrance of her wasted cunt and thrust in the inches of his footlong once again. Kushina's face twisted into a pained expression. Her tits were flailing against her chest like drums and her teeth sank upon her lips to prevent a scream from unleashing.
But he was not done yet. His muscular arms grappled the moaning redhead's thighs and lifted her atop his body. He fucked her while standing, and it was brutal as she imagined. Each thrust saw to it that she was bouncing on his cock, jutting to and fro the tip to the base. Her overworked slit was being busted wide open. It felt like a spear was ramming at her insides, and he was inching towards her cervix with every walloping thrust of his infamous cock.
Kushina's nails dug into his shoulders like the bitch was clinging on for dear life. And then he broke through her cervix directly into her womb. Thus did Jiraiya pummel with greater force; his robust cock hardened to such a degree her eyes had grown wide in stark terror and her voice cried for her husband to rescue her. But he slept. Jiraiya sense pounded this bitch so thoroughly he was hammering against baby Naruto. His ass flexed after each vagina busting thrust, sending ripples of pain and pleasure coursing through her lewd womanhood. The bulbous head was sliding against her most sensitive areas, defiling a pregnant woman in ways few thought possible.
Finally, he busted a nut directly in her womb. Thick, gooey ropes of a pervert's jizz unloaded into her-and still he rammed this pregnant bitch down. It knew not cessation; he continued to bounce her as he painted her with cum, bouncing her endlessly while the juices mixed with her own and leaked out her slit He marked her, and her baby, as his property. And when Jiraiya was finished with his defiled bitch he merely dropped her sloppy ass on the table.
Kushinna looked up at him lifelessly. She had long lost control of her body. Though pregnant and worried for her child she had not the strength to muster a word of protest. Her lips hung trembling, her pussy spilled out a puddle of cum that leaked off the table. And from her breasts came lactation. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, drooling as if she was fucked comatose. Standing dominantly above her was the muscular Jiraiya, grinning like the devilish philanderer that he was. Kushina's eye hopelessly traced over his muscular torso; although worn out as she was how desperately she ached to lay against that godly chest. "Whew," he arched his head towards to Minato. "You married a real winner there, Kushina." A husband who couldn't even save his wife was no husband at all. But Jiraiya was more than happy to play the role of a villain. "See you next week, Dumpster-chan. Heh" She had after all, become no different than a repository to house his incredible gallons of cum.