It's been a while since I wrote a drabble, but this plot bunny has been bouncing around in my had for a while. Be warned, Sakura is only seventeen here and there are sexual acts between her and an older man. If you don't like it, walk away now. You have been warned. Kay thanks bye.
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The Devil in Disguise
He was speaking, but she wasn't hearing a word he said, focusing in on the richness of his voice rather than the meaning of the sounds.
Rather than focusing on the chalkboard where he was identifying prepositional phrases and coordinating conjunctions, her emerald eyes were fixated to his very firm-looking posterior and she couldn't help but wonder how many hours outside the classroom he spent at the gym. Someone had told her that he was a freestyle runner, which would explain his deliciously sculpted physique, and she could imagine him leaping from rooftop to rooftop, rolling to his feet after every jump with all the graceful elegance of a cat.
But that wasn't the only thing she imagined when it came to the teacher of her high school English class.
Sakura Hurano had always been a little boy crazy, developing a new crush with every passing week. She even dated a few of them, and now that she was in high school, dating meant more than a movie and a chaste peck on the lips afterward. She had kissed many boys and had even allowed more than a few into her panties, although the experiences never seemed to measure up to all the hype associated with sex. However, she soon grew bored with each one and moved onto something better, and there was always a new boy waiting, for her crystalline green eyes, long legs, narrow waist and the shoulder length locks that she insisted on dying pink, made her one of the prettiest and most sought after girls in school.
But never had she become so infatuated with a man so much older than her. The first day of the new school year her jaw had practically dropped at the sight of her English teacher. Fresh out of college, he was in what she guessed to be his late twenties with a chiseled jaw line, a tall, lanky figure, and a pair of mismatched eyes, one brown and one so dark it almost looked black. He was charming and funny and seemed to be at least ten minutes late to his own class everyday, and even though Sakura hated English, she was finding that this year, it was her favorite class.
However, staring at Mr. Hatake's backside all period wasn't helping her grades at all. She was in serious danger of failing this class, having scored horribly low on every test. She needed a way to get her grades up and fast since the school year was almost at its end. However, the thought of studying made her cringe. She had no problem investing her time in math and science since she found the subjects infinitely interesting, but English had always been torturous. She hadn't actually failed a class before despite it being excruciatingly boring, and she had a feeling her teacher's alluring visage was somewhat to blame.
She had considered asking Mr. Hatake to let her wash his car, or even walk his dogs, which apparently he had several of, if it meant letting her pass the class. However, her gossiping blonde of a best friend Ino had divulged a piece of information that sent the wheels in her head turning, bringing out a darker and decidedly devilish side of Sakura's character.
Apparently, Ino had caught Hatake in his car during lunch, eating a turkey sandwich and reading a notoriously dirty romance novel so graphic that when students had been caught reading it on campus, it had been confiscated by the faculty with the reasoning that the books were no better than pornography.
It was then that Sakura had contemplated using her teacher's dirty streak to her benefit.
At first, she had been shocked by the idea that formed. It was true that she had already spent a lot of time fantasizing about her fourth period teacher, imagining what it would be like to fool around with an older man, but she had never seriously considered pursuing it. However, with her grades in jeopardy, she found herself contemplating making a deal with the lean-bodied man, and today she was finally ready to put her plan into action. She knew it was risky, for not only could he turn her down and not raise her grade to passing, he could send her to the principle's office where she would be shamed and perhaps even expelled. Even the possible consequences couldn't deter her, for she didn't see another option available to her and decided to take the chance. In the process, she might be able to sate her own carnal desires in a way that none of the young males in her bed had been able to do.
The bell rang, signifying the end of the period and the students, who had already packed up five minutes ago and had been waiting for the sound that would set them free for lunch, raced out of the room. Soon Sakura was the only one that remained.
Her teacher had his back turned towards her as he erased the chalkboard with long, languid strokes, and even through the fabric of his cardigan she could see the flex of his muscles.
Sakura fingered the buttons on her white blouse nervously as she approached him, and resisted the urge to tug at her pleated plaid skirt. She knew she looked good today, for many boys had told her already that the short skirt was incredibly sexy, especially when paired with the black thigh high stockings she wore, and she had taken extra care doing her hair and makeup that morning. This was it. It was now or never.
"Mr. Hatake," she said nervously. "I wanted you talk to you about my grades."
He turned to face her, seeming surprised there was still someone in the room, and Sakura was struck again by how handsome he was. He was clean shaven and well groomed, but his hair seemed perpetually unruly, although that only seemed to add to his charm. It was a strange shade of grey that one would expect to see on a man three times his age, and yet it did not look out of place on him.
"Ah yes, Sakura," he smiled, displaying even, white teeth. His warm smile was enough to make the pink haired girl's heart beat just a little faster, and she had to fight down the giddy feeling that threatened to well up and make her do something childish and stupid.
The older man took a seat behind his desk, his smile fading as he regarded her.
"I'm sorry, but even if you study hard and pull A's on the last two tests, it won't be enough to raise your percentage to a passing grade. You simply don't have enough points in the class."
Sakura had expected this answer, but she turned on her acting skills, letting her eyes go wide and clasping her hands dramatically.
"Oh please, there must be something I can do," she exclaimed, her voice growing pitiful and desperate. "I need this class to graduate. I'll be held back a year without it!"
"You can always take the class again over the summer," he explained gently, his rich voice practically making Sakura tingle. "That way you'll still graduate on time."
"I'll be gone all summer," Sakura lied. "Please isn't there anything I can do for you Mr. Hatake? I'll wash you car. I'll even walk your dogs everyday!"
The man behind the desk shook his head sadly.
"I'm sorry Sakura, but there's nothing I can do."
Having exhausted all other options, Sakura knew it was time to try a new tactic, to offer him something far more alluring than her dog walking services.
"But Mr. Hatake," she begged, sweeping her arm in a dramatic gesture and upsetting a can of red pens that he kept for grading papers. They spilled onto the floor at the left side of the desk, but when he made a move to get out of his seat, Sakura stopped him.
"It's my fault," she said. "I'll pick them up."
He watched her silently as she dropped to her hands and knees, trying to ignore how much of her thighs were exposed as she crawled around on the floor. Sakura was the prettiest girl in his class and he had heard how popular she was with the boys. One had only to look at her to see why. Everything about her was long and lithe with curves in all the right places. She had a pretty face and striking eyes that were only enhanced by the unusual but flattering color she chose to dye her hair. If the school had been strict about a dress code, Sakura would find herself not only having to find a new hair color, but dressing a little more modestly.
But when she crawled around so that her rear was facing him, he saw something he couldn't ignore, couldn't tear his eyes away from. That enticing little skirt had ridden up, revealing flashes of fleshy pink that instantly had him hardening inside his pants.
Sakura wasn't wearing any panties.
Dumbfounded, Kakashi could only gape, knowing he should look away, should tell her to stand up, but he continued to stare, watching those sweet pink folds as she gathered up the red pens she had scattered.
And then she looked over her shoulder at him, and Kakashi's heart stopped. She had caught him staring and she was bound to call him a pervert, to scream and report him to the authorities. He waited for her to start shrieking, frozen in his chair, but to his surprise, a smile spread across her lips.
"Mr. Hatake, do you like what you see?"
Everything about her in that moment seemed to change. She was no longer desperate and flustered, but cool, calm, and oh so sexy, and Kakashi suddenly realized that it would have been better if she had screamed and called for help, for the girl before him now was much more dangerous.
"Sakura, I think it's best that you leave now."
Not to be deterred, she began to crawl towards him, drawing on the devil inside herself as she spoke.
"You do like what you see, don't you."
It was a statement, not a question.
"Sakura, you shouldn't—"
"Let's make a deal," she practically purred, now kneeling at his feet. "If I give you what you want, you give me what I want, a good time for a passing grade."
The look in those emerald eyes was predatory, dangerous. It was true that he had caught her looking at him with a dreamy expression on more than one occasion, and that had jumpstarted his own memory about what he could teach this supple young girl besides grammar and literary analysis, but he knew full well that it could not only cost him his job, but land him in prison. At thirty-one, he was a full fourteen years older than the seventeen year old beauty, and though those long legs and what was beneath that short red and black skirt were sure to tempt any man, the fact that his involvement with her would be highly illegal dampened his desire a bit.
His chair was on wheels, and he tried to push himself backwards and away. He needed to put some distance between them before the growing bulge in his pants became the only head he thought with.
Sakura had no intention of letting him slip away, grabbing the leg of his chair and jerking him back towards her with surprising strength. Before he could attempt to escape her with more force, her hand came up to squeeze him through his slacks, finding him already hard and pulsating beneath her fingers. Kakashi let out a soft gasp, body instantly heating as she gave him a hard stroke through his pants.
"Come on," she whispered seductively, her eyes now twin orbs of sultry, green fire. "What do you say? Pass me and I'll give you a blowjob unlike any you've ever had before."
Kakashi's mind was fumbling helplessly for the words to tell her no, that this was wrong. Doing this would put both of them at risk for serious repercussions, although his would be far more serious than hers. But jesus, those lips, that body. He would have to be crazy to turn down a beautiful girl like this. And yet, he'd be equally crazy if he didn't.
Kakashi realized he could not win in this situation, damned if he did and damned if he didn't. He was going to play it safe and chose the purer path when she suddenly grasped the zipper of his fly and tugged it down, letting his impressive cock spring free through the gap in his boxers.
She looked at his length with wide eyes, obviously never seeing one quite so large before, and then she licked her lips like he was the most delicious thing she had ever seen. The act was so sexy that it had Kakashi groaning aloud.
"So, is that a yes Mr. Hatake?" she murmured. "Do we have a deal?"
Her mouth was so close to his manhood that he could feel her warm breath on the tip, making it twitch and ache to be in that perfect mouth. Someone could walk into this classroom at any minute and if that happened, his job, his reputation, all of it would be ruined, but in that moment, having his student wrap her lips around him was far more important.
"Deal," he breathed and Sakura smiled smugly before giving his cock a lick from base to tip, making him shudder.
She pushed his knees open to settle between his legs, still kneeling on the floor as she began to lap at the swollen head of his cock, her tongue dancing over the slit that was already starting to leak glossy beads of precum.
Sakura had plenty of experience when it came to pleasuring boys. She loved the empowering feeling of turning them to putty in her hand, but before her now was the flesh of a man, hot and thick and hard. The rush of dominating him was ten times greater than when she was servicing a male her own age.
She gave a pleasured hum as the taste of him spread over her tongue, tangy and pungent. Parting her lips, she took his head into her mouth, suckling just the tip of him softly and smiling around his flesh when he let out a chocked moan.
He could feel her tongue swirling around him, the lithe muscle gliding over his sensitized flesh and making his head spin at the sultry sight before him. Here was pretty little Sakura, sucking him like a porn star. She was looking up at him with those impossibly green eyes, her sweet pink lips pursed around his throbbing manhood. He was unable to look away from the erotic sight, panting like he had just run a mile as her tongue tapped the vulnerable underside of his shaft, and just when he thought her ministrations couldn't feel any better, she slackened her jaw and swallowed him completely, her nose buried in the silvery pubic hair at the base.
"Oh fuck," he hissed, hands gripping the arms of his chair desperately as his head tipped back in ecstasy, eyes sliding closed as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. She began to ascend slowly, letting inch after agonizing inch of burning flesh slide free of her mouth until she reached the tip and repeated the process until he was practically squirming in his seat.
She watched his heated reactions and drank in his guttural moans, the sounds making her own sex ache with desire. The pulsing heat at the apex of her thighs caused her to moan as well, the sound muffled slightly by the thick cock in her mouth as she began to bob up and down with increased speed, loving the taste and smell and feel of him.
"Oh yeah," Kakashi groaned in encouragement, prying a hand loose from the death grip on his chair to bury a hand in her silky pink locks. "Suck me just like that."
Sakura could feel his fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her into a fast and steady rhythm that was emphasized by the subtle bucking of his hips, pushing himself into her mouth as his hand pressed her down firmly, but not so hard as to choke her. The way he took charge but still allowed her some control was deliciously sexy and not something she had experienced with the immature boys that attempted to drive their cocks halfway down her throat. Kakashi was responsive, but still considerate, and not at all afraid to moan and tell her what he liked. If this was what it was like being with a real man, she never wanted to go back to fooling around with boys again.
She wrapped the slender fingers of her right hand around his base and began to pump him in time with her bobbing head, making Kakashi gasp as he fixed her with his mismatched gaze. She could feel him twitching inside her mouth and moaned again, the sound vibrating along his sensitive cock. She couldn't look away from him as she continued to suck him enthusiastically, for the sight of his mouth hanging open and eyes glazed with lust was sexier than she could have ever imagined. Even when she fantasized about him in class, she had never pictured him so deliciously disheveled, his sweater hitched up to reveal taunt abs and his slacks slung low on his hips.
Raw pleasure jolted along Kakashi's spine and pooled low in his belly to form a burning ball of pressure in danger of exploding if she continued ravaging his cock with such finesse. Chocolate and ebony eyes widened as she at last let his member slide free of her mouth, a glistening strand of saliva briefly bridging his engorged tip and her now swollen lips before she pulled away and broke the thread. The sight was just too much for the aroused man to take. He had to touch her, had to make her moan, even if that hadn't initially been part of the deal.
The hand in her hair pulled her upwards and she staggered to her feet, stumbling to the desk to catch herself which just happened to put her in quite a compromising position.
Strong hands caressed her thighs and Sakura looked over her shoulder to find herself bent over the desk and her teacher on his knees behind her, the chair abandoned in favor of something he found much more interesting.
"M-Mr. Hatake?" she stammered as his hands smoothed over her rear, pushing up her skirt as he went until her sex was fully revealed. The way he was taking charge was thrilling, but she couldn't help but wonder if she had taken on more than she could handle. The lust in his eyes burned hotly as he gazed at her bared pussy with obvious hunger, and she had the sudden urge to close her legs from their spread position and hide herself from him, but she couldn't seem to move.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy. "You didn't even wear panties today. You must have had this planned from the start."
His eyes shifted to her face, a smirk on his face that proved he seemed to find her actions both amusing and alluring.
"I didn't think you'd go so far just to pass," he chuckled, refocusing on her now slippery folds. "But I'm glad you did."
Before Sakura could reply, he let a hand wander from her toned rear to ghost over her opening, giving a soft groan when her wetness drenched his finger even with the lightest of touches.
She shivered at the touch, but was silent until his single digit pressed to her folds, parting them and sinking easily inside her amazingly tight heat.
She mewled in pleasure as he felt him enter her, the muscles lining her slick canal clamping down on him instantly as he began to pump in and out of her sex with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Jesus, you're drenched," he gasped, his voice full of reverence and arousal. He watched her tight hole with lusty fascination as he filled her over and over, the pink flesh quivering and gripping him every time he tried to pull away. Kakashi hadn't been with a girl under twenty-five in years, and the incredible slickness and heat of her young pussy surpassed that of all other women he had been with.
Her teacher's fingers were long and skilled and Sakura couldn't help but whimper as his digit twisted within her, massaging her inner walls and making her legs tremble. If the desk hadn't been supporting her weight, she surely would have collapsed to the floor.
And then he was gone, leaving her hole empty and aching. Kakashi withdrew his index finger and pressed it to his thumb, watching the iridescent threads of her desire stretch between the two digits. She was more than ready for his cock but he would never have another chance to taste such a delicacy. Bringing his hands to her inner thighs, he let his thumbs spread her outer lips wide until he could see her quivering hole, pulsing as it sought fulfillment. Keeping her stretched, Kakashi leaned forward and thrust his tongue into the place his finger had been only a moment before.
Sakura gave a sharp cry at the sensation of his pliant muscle inside her, rising up on her toes as a thousand tongues of fire licked at her nerve endings. Many a boy had pleasured her with both penis and fingers, but never had one used their mouth, and she found the experience to be both erotic and incredibly pleasurable.
His student's heated moans only encouraged Kakashi further, and he lapped at her furiously, drinking up her sweet and musky taste that was better than any candy. She was shivering uncontrollably now, and his cock was twitching with the consuming need to be inside her. Though he would have liked nothing more than to lay her down and taste every inch of her sweet skin, lunch was only an hour and it was already half over. If he was going to claim her, he needed to do it now.
Pulling away from her swollen pink opening earned him a frustrated whine, but when she felt him rise and strip off his sweater before pressing close behind her, she knew what he meant to do.
She turned to look at him, eyes wide as she watched him take his imposing length in his hand and guide it to her opening.
"Do you want me inside?" he growled, his free hand squeezing her ass and holding her wriggling hips still. He could tell by the look in her eyes that there was nothing his young student wanted more than to be filled by him, but he had to hear her say it, had to hear how desperate she was for him.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh god please."
That was good enough for him.
With his pants still riding low on his waist and Sakura still wearing all that she had dressed in that morning, he entered her from behind, moving slowly so she could grow accustomed to being stretched by his thick manhood.
She let out a ragged moan, back arching as she felt his hardness penetrate her, bringing with it a flood of incredible sensations unlike any she had ever experienced.
"Is that good?" he growled, releasing his cock to press between her shoulder blades until her chest was flat on the desk and she was bent at a right angle from the waist. He knew that it was in this position that he was most likely to find her G-spot and pleasure her to the best of his abilities.
"Yes," she panted, her right cheek pressed against the cool wooden surface of the desk.
As if to emphasize that she wanted more, she pushed back against him, wriggling a bit in an attempt to drive him deeper inside.
Kakashi bit back a groan, taking hold of her hips with both hands and stilling her movements. Although her ministrations felt amazing, he intended to have control of their coupling.
He began to move, thrusting in long, slow strokes, groaning as he felt her body ripple around his length. She was so hot and slick and, above all, tight that he had to make a conscious effort to keep from losing control and pounding into her recklessly. Every forward push of his hips extracted needy whimpers from his student, breathy, beautiful sounds of pleasure that that turned him on almost as much as watching her grip the edge of the desk with shaking fingers.
He savored every time he sunk into her, moving slow and deliberate until she was practically writhing underneath him, trying to push back against him and encourage him to drive into her faster, harder. She was going mad beneath him and he loved it, loved the tiny mewls of frustration she gave as she sought greater fulfillment.
"What's the matter baby?" he chuckled, leaning over her to breathe the words in her ear.
She turned her head over her shoulder, delicate cheekbones flushed crimson and eyes wordlessly pleading him for more.
"Please," she whimpered, the ache inside her almost unbearable as he teased her mercilessly, giving her just a taste of what she needed but not enough. His slow, deep strokes felt so good, but they were maddening in a way she had never known. Her English teacher lacked the overzealous eagerness of boys her age, and so he did not rush, did not hastily seek his own release, but teased and tortured until she was ready to scream. Yet each and every second was glorious.
Kakashi gazed into those lucid emerald pools, caught up in their depths as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips grazed each other, and only when he let his tongue trace her bottom lip did his eyes drift closed. Her lips parted for him and he took advantage, exploring her mouth with his tongue and tasting the sweetness that was Sakura and the bitter tang that was his own residual flavor.
She moaned into his mouth, a lusty and heated sound and at last Kakashi crumbled, unable to keep moving so slow and controlled. He broke the kiss and gripped her hips tighter as he quickened the pace of his thrusting hips, driving deep into her every time.
Sakura let out a sob as she felt him plunge into her with renewed fervor, still looking over her shoulder at him, her mouth agape in a silent scream. His jaw was clenched, further defining its masculine angle as he pounded into her, eyes fixed on hers so as to watch her every reaction as he took them both to new heights of pleasure.
She could feel her sex squeezing him, contracting around him as he moved. The tightening of her muscles was amazing enough, but when he shifted slightly to hammer at the tender spot below her navel from the inside, fire suddenly burned in her veins, the sensations radiating throughout her entire body until even her fingertips tingled with pleasure.
Every time his cock hit that wonderful place, a moan tumbled from her lips, the sounds growing increasingly louder as she lost herself in him, aware of nothing but his body inside hers. Afraid her sounds would alert someone in the halls, Kakashi clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as he smirked against her ear, pleased that he could drive her to distraction.
"Shh Sakura, some one will hear."
He was just as breathless as she was but his voice had dropped several octaves from the pitch he used to lecture, and had grown raspy with lust. Even when he spoke, he didn't slow down his thrusting hips at all and Sakura's vision was starting to tunnel as pleasure blurred her senses.
She had become so wet that every movement inside her was accompanied by a vulgar squelshing sound, but Sakura couldn't be bothered with embarrassment at the moment. His hand clamped over her mouth combined with the way he kept her hips firmly pressed against the desk proved he had complete mastery over her body, and the way he was hammering mercilessly at the secret spot within had her seeing stars. She could feel herself racing towards orgasm at top speed and was mere steps from falling into the abyss when he was pulling away, slipping out of her and leaving her so empty and unfulfilled she thought she would go mad.
When her teacher's hand released her mouth, she looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her hips impatiently as her pussy throbbed painfully in its neglected state.
"Mr. Hatake, why did you stop? I—"
Before she could finish the sentence, he spun her around, effortlessly lifting her small frame onto the desk, pushing her backwards until she was lying down with her pelvis at the very edge of the wood. A stack of papers he had yet to grade scattered over the floor but neither paid them mind, far too wrapped up in each other to notice.
"Call me Kakashi," he demanded, tired of her formal title for him as he stood between her legs and grabbed a toned thigh in each hand.
He leaned forward, pressing his hardness against her opening and Sakura moaned at the pressure. Just a slight thrust of his hips would put him inside her, but he did nothing more than rub teasingly over her outer lips.
"Mmm…K-Kakashi," she whispered, arching up against him as she let his first name roll off her tongue.
"Again," he growled, loving how wanton she sounded as he made sure to grind his cock against her swollen clit, making her shudder.
"Kakashi! Please, put it inside Kakashi!"
She was chanting his name like a mantra, squirming and panting and begging for him, and his eyes traveled the length of her body, noting how her little red skirt was bunched up around her waist, leaving her pink pussy brilliantly exposed. She was so sexy, so wild, he wondered how the inexperienced men she had been with could handle her. She was a devil with a pretty face, a sultry temptress driving him to sin.
With a growl, he slipped back inside her, toes curling within his shoes as she surrounded him with her liquid paradise.
He picked of the pace he had left off with, immediately moving hard and fast within her. The girl spread before him seemed every bit as enthusiastic as he was, moaning and panting as her hands clawed at the dark wood beneath them.
His hard thrusts jarred her body hard enough to make her breasts bounce beneath the material of both her shirt and bra, and Kakashi was not content with merely wondering what the supple flesh looked like underneath her clothes.
Leaning over her supine form, his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her white blouse. He stilled his hips only momentarily to release her thighs and bring both hands to assist in popping open the buttons until her shirt parted, revealing a flat, toned stomach, pale skin, and sweet, round breasts contained in a lacy black bra. The sight of her on her back and exposed to him was so arousing that it made his cock throb hard inside her. Sakura must have felt it, for her eyes widened as she let out a gasp, her feet now resting on the edge of the desk.
"So sexy," he murmured, letting his hands cup the soft globes through her bra and squeezing gently to make her whimper. He could feel the hardened points of her nipples brush against his palms even through the material separating skin from skin, and he found himself imagining all the glorious things he could do to such a young, sensitive body if he had her alone for a night.
His hands slid to the underside of her breasts and tugged the lacy cups upward until her flesh was revealed. They weren't the largest he'd seen but almost perfectly round, wonderfully shaped and capped with rosy pink nipples which were currently fully distended.
His gaze on her was so hated that Sakura felt her body warm in response. Her blood ran hot in her veins and her sex burned to the point of unbearable. She could still feel his hard length inside her, stretching her, but not moving. She could no longer take it.
She wrapped her long legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back as she began to grind up against him, urging him to continue moving as he had before. Her ministrations were rewarded with a masculine groan as he shifted his eyes from her breasts to her face. She smiled up at him, the devil inside her shining through as everything about her expression turned sultry, seductive and lustful.
Kakashi was a slave to his own body now, no longer able to hold back. He began to slam into her with no restraint, rattling the desk with every thrust and forcing sobs of bliss from his lover's mouth. She was far too loud, and if anyone were in the hall they would surely come to investigate the source of the noise. All he could hope for was that no teachers or students on this floor had chosen to stay in their classrooms for lunch, for although he heard Sakura's mewls and cries, he couldn't bring himself to release his grip on her hips to cover her mouth or to pound in and out of her a little gentler. The sex between them had turned raw, animalistic until it was no longer mere sex but harsh fucking. Her fingernails scratched grooves into the table and his fingers dug into her thighs, leaving bruises he could only hope her skirt would cover. He could not believe a girl in her junior year of high school could be this sexy, this enticing, this addictive, and he still couldn't quite come to terms with the fact he had been stupid enough to let her talk him into using her pussy in return for a passing grade. And yet, her liquid tightness around him, her shapely legs around his waist, her breathless voice calling his name over and over, were more than enough to convince him that taking her up on her offer was well worth it.
Somewhere in the back of Sakura's mind, she knew she could quiet down, but couldn't seem to organize her brain well enough to send the command to her vocal cords, not when his cock was filling her to the brim, not when it was slamming into her almost violently, sending wave after wave of scalding pleasure coursing through her. Just as she had hoped, this older man knew exactly how to handle a woman's body, and she found herself once again at the precipice, on the verge of an orgasm greater than any she had ever had.
"Kakashi," she moaned senselessly, her legs squeezing his waist almost as tight as her pussy held his cock. "Oh god Kakashi, don't stop! I'm gonna…"
Her teacher had no intention of stopping, and her words just drove him on, feeling his own release approaching as the slick walls of her sex constricted tighter and tighter around his length, a hungry snake trying to swallow him down.
Suddenly, she was silent, arching clear off the desk, her mouth falling open as her orgasm rocked her body so intensely that she couldn't even make a sound. Her body was shivering, convulsing, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her expression bordered on that of pain. The blinding pleasure didn't just center in her core, but stabbed throughout her entire body, making colorful stars explode across her vision like a fireworks display.
"Fuuuuck," Kakashi groaned, half in awe of her beauty as she came, and half at the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation of her pussy clamping around him so tight that it triggered his own release. He watched her, filling up her silence with his own sounds of ecstasy until he had to shut his eyes against the sensations, pumping his seed into her with the last few thrusts of his hips. Her pussy seemed to suck him as hard as any mouth, like it had been craving his essence and wanted every last drop.
At last, he collapsed atop her, weary and spent, rivulets of sweat running down his chest and back. After a moment, she stopped shuddering, her sex relinquishing its iron grip on his length as her muscles relaxed. For a moment there was complete silence save for their sated panting, chests rising and falling rapidly. When Kakashi could muster the strength, he pushed himself back to standing, looking down at their joined bodies and realized what he had just done.
"Sakura," he whispered, his heart racing now for a different reason when he saw that he hadn't even given a thought to protection. "I…I came inside you. I'm sorry, I didn't even think about—"
His pink haired student gave a tired, though thoroughly satisfied giggle.
"It's ok. I've been on the pill for almost a year now."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Kakashi waited for her to unhook her legs from around him before withdrawing. To his surprise, Sakura sat up and perched her feet on the desks edge so that she was spread wide, allowing him to see her hole that was now red and stretched open…and leaking the milky white fluid he had injected her with.
Before the creamy liquid could drip onto the table, she ran a finger over her labia, collecting as much as she could and brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean as if it were covered in a substance more delicious than chocolate. Her appreciative hum at the taste and coy smile were straight out of the erotic novels he read, and even though he had just finished screwing her senseless, something stirred in his loins at the sight of her licking up his sperm like it was a gourmet treat.
Seeing he liked what she was doing, she repeated the process, hazy emerald eyes never straying from his bicolored orbs.
Kakashi's breath caught in his chest. She was a demon, a devil, sin embodied as she sat there, swollen pussy spread wide, cloths disheveled and pushed aside to reveal the most glorious parts. He suddenly knew that he would not be able to stop himself here, that one taste of her was not enough, and he would make a thousand more reckless decisions to dip his fingers inside her honey pot once again.
"Was it good?" she purred, looking so content that he already knew her answer to the same question.
"Very good Sakura," he replied, running fingers through sweaty silver strands that had become messier than usual.
She smiled smugly and hopped off the table, hitching her skirt back down and tugging her bra into place so she could button up her shirt. After combing her fingers through her hair, nobody ever would have been able to guess that five minutes ago she had been laid out on his desk with his cock balls-deep inside her.
She still wore no underwear, and Kakashi wondered if his essence was still oozing from her slit, if she would be sitting in her next class with his come coating her inner thighs.
"Well," Sakura said, her smile suddenly fading as the moment began to grow awkward. "I guess we're done here."
They regarded each other for a moment, the silence stretching longer and longer between them even though they both seemed to have something more they wanted to say.
The bell rang, smashing the quiet and making them both jump a little. With a nervous giggle, Sakura went to collect her books where she had left them at her desk, and Kakashi watched her bend over to pick them up, marveling that he had just been allowed to taste such a youthful, exquisite, devilish beauty.
She turned to go, but Kakashi stopped her, finally vocalizing what was on his mind.
"Sakura."
She paused, looking over her shoulder at him.
"I'll give you a C because of today and you'll pass the class. However, if you stay after class tomorrow, I'll make sure you pass with an A."
Her expression was initially one of shock, but then it faded into an impish smile that betrayed her devilish nature beneath that candy-coated exterior.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow, same time, same place."
Kakashi nodded with a similar knowing smile as she headed towards the door.
"Oh, Mr. Hatake?" she said, turning one more. "You might want to put your shirt back on."
Kakashi suddenly realized he had yet to redress and though his cock was back in his pants, his fly was still unzipped. He frantically turned his sweater right side out and pulled it over his head before the first of his fifth period students could catch him half naked.
When he had dressed, he found that he was alone in the classroom. Sakura was gone.
A smile curved on his lips as he began to imagine the possibilities for their time together tomorrow. He had a feeling that even after tomorrow, she return to him, for he was starting to think this was about more than just her grades. Morals and rules be damned, he would take her as many times as she allowed, even if it cost him everything. Though Kakashi was a good man, Sakura had found one of his vices and had exploited it mercilessly.
He was simply too easily tempted by the devil.
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