CHAPTER TWO
Jiraiya let out a long sigh of relief as the weight of his heavy pack on his back slid to the floor. Raising a hand to ruffle his hair, he stretched out his chest and let out a yawn. Having just returned from a scouting mission near the Hidden Sand Village, he was thankful to be back in the Hidden Leaf. And possibly the one thing he was thankful for the most was sitting in her office alone. The Sage's lips formed a devilish smirk as he left his apartment in pursuit of his normal priorities.
With finesse, Jiraiya walked quickly up the stairs instead of taking the window route. His mind did nothing put picture Tsunade's face...her overly large breasts...her aggressive behavior...
"Ah-Ow!" came a feminine voice from below Jiraiya.
"Oh, Shizune I'm so sorry!" he said, reaching down to grasp her hand and help her up. Apparently he had been to busy fantasizing about the Hokage to realize that he had run right over her assistant.
Shizune took his hand and rose up, brushing some dust off of her shirt.
"That's alright, Jiraiya-sama. Nice to see you back alive and well!" she said.
Jiraiya chuckled. "Yeah, the mission wasn't too bad but I am glad to be home. Speaking of which, I need to be somewhere," he said, and with that he turned his feet and resumed his journey to Tsunade's office. He faintly heard Shizune saying something about Tsunade not wanting any visitors, but Jiraiya knew that he was always an exception to this rule. He went back to thinking about Tsunade and cursed himself silently for not bringing her something from the Hidden Sand. 'Oh well, she never was into that type of stuff' he thought. Humming along, the Sage arrived at the door of the Hokage's office. He raised a fist to knock on the door, but paused. 'It's always more romantic to surprise someone,' he thought, 'at least in my novels it is!' He opened his hand and grabbed the door knob, pushing the door open and jumping inside.
"Surprise!" he yelled, closing his eyes and holding his arms in the air with excitement. What he saw when he opened his eyes, however, was not a good surprise.
There, over her desk, was Tsunade. Only, she wasn't alone. Asuma Sarutobi was leaning over her, both of their clothes semi-discarded. Tsunade's breasts were bare and Asuma's trousers were around his feet. The two of them had been engaged in a deep kiss when Jiraiya opened the door. Asuma broke the kiss and turned his head around, his eyes widening in shock. Tsunade followed a similar action, immediately pressing herself against Asuma's chest to cover her breasts on instinct, even though Jiraiya had seen them many times.
The white haired Sannin stood still for a brief moment, his arms still extended in that goofy position. He blinked a few times, then lowered his arms. He stared directly at Tsunade's eyes, a serious tone coming over his face.
"Ji-Jiraiya! What the hell are you doing here!?" Tsunade asked, scrambling to find her bra and shirt. Asuma disengaged from the Hokage, pulling up his pants and attempting to flatten his now very messy hair.
Jiraiya made no intention of responding. "What is this, Tsunade?" he said, boring into her eyes with an angry glare.
Tsunade's face reddened as she did all she could to stray away from the other Sannin's eyes. She muttered something about how he was still supposed to be on mission. but didn't answer him directly.
"I won't repeat myself again, what the fuck is this?" he yelled, clenching his hands into fists.
"What does it look like, idiot?" Tsunade retorted, pulling her shirt over her head and buttoning it up. "I strictly told Shizune I wasn't to be disturbed, so why are you in here?"
Jiraiya gritted his teeth and marched over to Asuma, grabbing his shirt by the neck.
"H-hey, get your hands off me!" the Sarutobi clammered, but even he could not push off Jiraiya's stone grip on his shirt. The older man drove Asuma towards the door and shoved him out, slamming it behind him. He then turned to look at Tsunade, his breath coming out in harsh lengths. He was fuming at this point.
"I'm only going to say this. I know we're not married or anything, but when you tell someone you love them, you don't go around fucking other people when they're not here." he said, proceeding to reopen the door and exiting the room. He didn't even bother to close it, leaving Tsunade's shocked, somewhat angry face visible from the hallway. Jiraiya stormed out of the building and headed straight for the nearest bar. Despite the fact that it was only mid-afternoon, he was ready for a few drinks.
Five hours later, Jiraiya had a captivated audience surrounding him at the bar inside the Shushuya. Everyone being rather drunk, the Sannin's tale of how he and the other two Sannin defeated Hanzo was extremely over-dramatized. Jiraiya, however, couldn't care if nobody was around him. He drunkenly grabbed his cup of sake and put one leg on his chair, forming a heroic pose.
"And then I said 'Byack you fliend!' and threw my shuriken as a decoyoy befloor I appeared behind him and knocked him out!" he announced, taking a long sip of his sake after he was done. Most of it ended up splashing onto his chin, which he didn't bother wiping off. Everyone around him cheered and ordered more drinks.
Near the entrance of the building, Sakura, Ino, Tenten and Kiba walked through the door. It was Sakura's 21st birthday and they had come to the Shushuya to celebrate. Tenten motioned to a table by the door. Ino grabbed Kiba around the neck and drunkely yelled that they should sit by eachother. Kiba chuckled and tried to hide his face so nobody could see him. Sakura laughed lightly and followed her friends to the table. She heard a loud cheering coming from the bar area, but didn't pay much attention to it. It was a Friday evening after all.
"Oi Tenten, get us some drinks," Ino said in a rather snobbish manner. Tenten looked nervously over at Sakura. Sakura sighed, then nodded as the two girls stood up from the table and moved towards the bar.
"Thanks for coming with, Sakura-chan" Tenten said, grabbing onto Sakura's arm tightly as the two approached the crowded bar. "I get nervous and all the old guys flirt hit on me."
Sakura muttered a word of agreement and tried to detatch the other girl's arms from hers. She scanned for an opening to order some drinks when she was suddenly knocked into by a large object.
"Oof!" yelled Sakura, falling back onto Tenten as the object was far heavier than herself. Sakura grabbed onto whatever was pressing her down, a fluffy, hairy feeling covering Sakura's face. The pink haired shinobi blinked a few times before looking down at what happened.
There, laying on top of her, with his hands firmly grasped on her breasts, was an extremely drunk Jiraiya. Obviously unaware of his surroundings, the old Sannin simply squeezed the pair of breasts, rubbing his face between them. He was pressed fully against the younger woman, her legs on either side of him. As soon as Sakura realized who was on top of her, she clenched her fists and reached for his hands, trying to get them off her breasts. She could smell his sake drenched breath as he chuckled happily, still unaware of what was actually going on.
But as soon as she grasped his hands, she felt something else occur, something that made the young shinobi moan lightly. Jiraiya's manhood brushed against her center ever so slightly, but it was enough to cause Sakura to feel a jolt of pleasure. Not so much from the contact, but the thought that Jiraiya, Naruto's mentor and local old pervert, was getting an erection from her.
Finally, someone pulled the Sannin up from the ground, supporting him as he wobbled upright. He looked down at the women on the floor and started laughing, scratching his head.
"Ohmigosh, Sakura-chan! I'm so sorryuu.." he blurted out. "I think I neednother drink!"
Sakura and Tenten got on their feet, a kind person handing them both small towels to clean themselves off. After she handed the towel back, Sakura looked down at her breasts. She could still feel his large hands covering each breast, his big form pressing against her slender one. Her nipples began to harden rapidly as she turned her gaze to Jiraiya, who was once again back at the bar, telling another gallant tale. She had never felt this kind of sensation before. It was almost as if she was lusting after the old man after their encounter.
The two women returned to the table with drinks, but Sakura was still all eyes on Jiraiya. She kept glancing over at him every time she could, tracking his movements and facial expressions. She kept thinking how it would be to hug him, lay with him...her thoughts drifted more and more sexual as she drank more. Soon she was fantasizing about seducing him. She could barely stop herself from touching herself it was that bad.
"Tell us about Lady Hokage-sama!" one man shouted. "Was she really as great of a shinobi as they say?"
Jiraiya opened his mouth to begin speaking, but at the sound of her name, he immediately shut it. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for a response, but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to think of her. In fact, he refused to.
He shrugged and downed the last of his sake. "I think I'm going home now," he said, and with that, he departed the bar area, heading towards the entrance. The people around him gave him questioning glances but quickly moved on to more drinking.
Sakura's eyes tracked his every movement. She knew that she had a chance, plus the alcohol was granting her an extra boost of confidence. She slammed down the rest of her sake and stood up from the table.
"I'm going home now," and promptly walked towards the door, about a minute behind Jiraiya.
She quickly caught up to him, which honestly wasn't all that difficult considering the Sannin was still fairly intoxicated and stumbled almost every other step. The young shinobi stepped towards his left arm, snaking her arms around it and nuzzling up to him.
"Oh, Jiraiya-sama, I thought that was you!" she purred, moving her head up and down his arm. She looked him directly in the eyes, blinking rapidly up at him.
Jiraiya stopped walking and glanced down at the young Haruno. He shrugged and began walking once more. His mind was still completely on Tsunade, even though he didn't want anything to do with her now. The image of her reaction to his accusation kept replaying over in his mind. Yet a small part of him wanted to go back to before, when they were together. And he hated that part of him.
Sakura frowned at the lack of response from the older shinobi. 'I must take things a step farther' she thought, and proceeded to stick her foot in front of his left one. That, combined with his drunken state, caused Jiraiya to stumble forward. Sakura seized her chance and reached down, grasping his crotch with her other hand and pressing the other against his chest to balance him. She made sure to squeeze him hard before she finally pushed him upright, steadying the old man.
Jiraiya wobbled on his feet and looked at Sakura with raised eyebrows. He was trying to figure out what the girl's intentions were, but his mind became clouded as he took in Sakura's appearance. She had rosy cheeks, her hair was perfectly curled her head, and her nipples were extremely hard, showing clear through her thin shirt. The Toad Sage felt his cock twitch inside of his pants as he began to stare at Sakura's breasts.
The pink haired woman cleared her throat and reattached her arms around his left one, nudging the two on.
"Sakura-chan, is there any particular fleason you're by me right meow? Jiraiya questioned, the copious amounts of sake in his system still causing him to slur his words.
The Haruno simply laughed and lowered an arm behind them, placing it very obviously on Jiraiya's ass. Going fully into it, she squeezed a cheek and growled in her throat lightly, but just enough that Jiraiya could hear it. The sound went straight to his manhood, which was slowly beginning to rise. Jiraiya swalloed hard, reaching his arm down to place it just above her ass. The young woman smiled and nodded her head, squeezing the older man's ass again.
After about two minutes of this teasing, the couple finally arrived outside of Jiraya's apartment. The Sannin's legs must have went on autopilot because he couldn't remember a single thing beyond Sakura's supple breasts...her sexy ass...her full, wet lips. His train of thought was suddenly halted as his back slammed against the wall, the woman's lips now fully attached to his own, her tongue pressed against his thin upper lip. Her hand went straight to his cock and she fully cupped it now, rubbing him through his pants. Her other hand ran through the older shinobi's white hair before cupping the back of his head. She pressed her leg between his and straddled his right leg, humping him with ferocity as her hand pressed itself flat against his growing erection. This caused Jiraiya to gasp in pleasure, givig Sakura full access to his mouth. Her tongue darted inside, pressing insistently against his own tongue. She swirled inside of his mouth, exploring every area of the dark cavern. She tasted the sake he was drinking. A few moments later, Sakura drew her tongue out, lathering his lower lip as she exited the kiss, a thick trail of saliva forming between them.
Jiraiya's cock was now in full swing, the flesh hot and pulsing under the woman's touch. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, and along his jaw, nipping gently and licking afterwards.
"Up," she whispered into his ear as she drew the flesh into her mouth, sucking ever so lightly. With that, she swung her legs around his large waist as she pulled herself onto him, locking her legs behind him.
Jiraiya took the signal and ascended the stairs, his hand fumbling in his pocket as he raced for the key. The door barely got shut before Jiraiya had Sakura against the wall, his experienced hands ripping her shirt apart from the middle. Sakura moaned as she reached back and undid her bra, the clothing falling to the ground beneath them. The elder Sannin ground himself against her center, pressing his head in for another kiss. He met her tongue outside their mouths, the slick muscles dueling for control. Sakura closed her lips around his and sucked it into her mouth as Jiraiya undid his shirt, removing both the red vest and his green shirt. Sakura ran her hands along his hairy chest, massaging him through the white forest. Jiraiya moaned into her mouth , thrusting his cock against her core. He pulled his lips away, kissing a trail down her collarbone before descending upon her breasts. The young woman arched her back against the wall as she felt Jiraiya's four day stubble brush against her sensitive skin. His tongue circled the nipple before he drew his lips around it, sucking hard.
"Jiraiya, do you want me?" Sakura asked in a seductive tone. She would have lost her mind if he said no to that.
The older man grunted against her breast, massaging the other one with calloused fingers. He stepped away from Sakura and unbuckled his belt, shoving his pants off, leaving only his boxers remaining. He grabbed the Haruno's smaller hand and pressed it against his fully engorged shaft, causing a bit of precum to leak against his underwear.
"Is this proof enough?" he said huskily, his eyes boring into her own lust-filled ones.
Sakura grabbed each side of his boxers and drew them down, Jiraiya's proud shaft bobbing down, and then straight back up. The purple mushroom head was leaking with clear fluid again, his cock pulsing with each rapid heartbeat. Sakura gasped out loud, not expecting him to be this well endowed. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her skin cool against his heated length. She bent down on her knees and put out her tongue, lapping it against his head. She looked up at him and stared him in the eyes as she drew the strands of his precum into her mouth. Jiraiya moaned and grabbed her arms, drawing her up and embracing her.
He kissed her neck, running his hands down her back before delving into her short pants, choosing not to rip those apart. His hand cupped her center through her thin panties, the fabric clearly stained with her wetness. He rubbed her through them, causing her to moan against his neck as he ravaged hers with his mouth. She reached down as grabbed his throbbing cock, pumping the shaft hard as she grabbed his face with the other and drew him into a deep kiss. Sakura smeared her lips over his, running her tongue along the seam as she pumped him.
Jiraiya, finally having enough, forced her panties down and grabbed her ass, drawing her up as she locked her legs around him, their lips still connected. The elder Sannin walked them to his bed, placing her on the furniture, desperately probing her lips with his tongue. He was so hard now, and all he could see was a sexier version of Tsunade at this point. Sakura closed her lips around his tongue and sucked hard as she felt the head of his large member press against her lower lips. She flipped them over, forcing the old man onto his back as she tore away from his lips, kissing his chin, his jaw, and making her way down to his chest. She paused to shower his scar from Naruto with light tongue-kisses before moving on. Once she reached his pulsing shaft, she looked up at him, smiling seductively as she saw his head thrown back, his eyes closed. He was so sexually appealing to her at the moment, she wasn't sure how she resisted jumping him sooner. He was just so mature and experienced. Sakura made a mental note to find out just how many women had the pleasure of feeling his cock in them.
"Jiraiya...what do you want me to do next?" she whispered, closing her hand around the base of his cock. She slowly brought her fist up, bunching the skin up just under his mushroom head, a few drops of clear fluid leaking from the slit. She dropped her head down momentarily, lapping the leakage up before returning her attention to his handsome face.
"I need you, Sakura-hime" he said huskily. Jiraiya tried to place his hand on her head, but she batted it away quickly.
"Mmm...I'm in control now, sensei," she said. The pink haired shinobi released a large quantity of her saliva fall, the stream of liquid dropping onto Jiraiya's cock head. The older man moaned aloud as he felt the cool fluid fall over his heated shaft.
Sakura then bent her head, placing her lips over his cock and pushing the saliva down his shaft with her tongue, swirling the muscle over his head. She finished off by drawing her mouth up to the tip, amassing another large amount of saliva, and letting it fall from her open mouth onto his member. Jiraiya's erection pulsed upwards, his legs shaking. Sakura repeated this action at least four more times, each time forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Jiraiya could do nothing but lay there and stare as the younger woman sucked and licked at his cock. By the time Sakura was finished, the older man's entire shaft was glistening with her saliva, some of it running down and dripping onto his balls.
The Haruno smiled up at him, her chin and lips wet.
"You're extremely good at this, hime" Jiraiya said, smiling back at her.
Sakura pushed herself up and climbed onto him, straddling his waist. She reached back and grasped his wet shaft, rubbing it against her hot center.
"Do you want me to proceed, Jiraiya-sensei?" she purred, drawing out the sensei part seductively.
Jiraiya sat up, grabbing her waist with both arms and thrusting up simultaneously. He pressed his lips against hers, forcing them apart as his tongue shot past and into her mouth. The two moaned against each other as Sakura placed the head of his cock against her folds before sliding down onto the thick shaft. Jiraiya grunted, his tongue still buried in Sakura's mouth.
"So tight," he breathed against her lips. "You little vixen, you're so tight." Jiraiya groaned as he felt his cock enclosed by her walls. Her saliva made it easier, but Sakura wasn't used to such a large intrusion.
"So big," she retorted, moaning around his tongue. Slowly, Sakura raised herself before slamming back down onto him, burying his member to the hilt. Jiraiya was forced to break their kiss as he swung his head back, releasing a long grunt of pleasure.
The young shinobi woman set a quick pace, riding him hungrily. She placed both of her hands flat against his cheeks such that her fingers were near his eyes. She slid them up and covered them shut as she thrusted atop him. Bringing her mouth down, she descended her lips upon his once more, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Jiraiya's cock hardened even more as he realized he was making love to Tsunade's pupil, Naruto's teammate. He would never be able to look at her innocently again after tonight.
Suddenly, Sakura arched her back and sat still on his shaft. She clenched her walls around him and shuddered, moaning into his mouth as she climaxed, her slick juices covering Jiraiya's trapped cock. She pushed her hands against his chest and shoved him away, her tongue sliding out from between his thin lips. She got off of him, shuffling herself down over his legs. She grabbed the older man's heated erection, pumping her hand over the shaft as she leaned down and licked his balls. Jiraiya moaned deeply as she drew them into her mouth, sucking hard as she jerked his cock. Running her tongue up from the base, she swirled it around the angry, weeping head before plunging her lips around the entire shaft. Jiraiya yelled loudly as Sakura fit his entire cock into her mouth, the tip bumping against the back of her throat. She let his member slide out of her mouth slowly, multiple long trails of saliva coating the old man's cock.
"Gods hime, I need to be inside you again," Jiraiya said, attempting to flip them around so he was on top.
Sakura quickly beat him to it, jumping on top of him again and placing her petite hands against his weathered ones. She pressed his hands down against the sheet, curling her fingers between his. She lifted her ass up in the air before sliding down and taking him inside of her once more. Jiraiya's balls began to tighten, signaling that he was close.
Sakura set off at full speed, riding Jiraiya harder. She pressed her breasts against his stubble covered face. The Toad Sage opened his mouth wide, circling one taut nipple with his expe rienced tongue before closing his lips over the dark bud. Sakura moaned and kissed his forehead.
The two continued their dance of lust, thrusting against each other. Sakura couldn't contain herself any longer, and began riding him in a frenzy. Jiraiya heard his balls slap against her cheeks, his bed beginning to shake with their sex. Sakura moaned and shuddered again, reaching her second orgasm of the night. Jiraiya released her hands and wrapped them around her, hugging her close as he began to buck up against her. He searched for her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he felt his balls tighten, grunting and thrusting up one last time. Sakura was in heaven as several thick jets of Jiraiya's seed spurted into her, the creamy essence coating her walls. His cock pulsed inside of her until his orgasm concluded. They kissed lightly as the old man's penis softened before sliding out, a mess of slick fluids falling onto his stomach and thighs.
Jiraiya held her against him for a while, the two catching their breath. Sakura slid over and pressed against his side, throwing a leg over his and snuggling up against him. Her head was warm and woozy from the combination of the alcohol and the mind-blowing sex she just had. Jiraiya wrapped the covers over them, drawing his arm around her form.
"I love you, Jiraiya," Sakura mumbled before she closed her eyes. Jiraiya couldn't hear her as he had already drifted to sleep.