Teachers and their Pets
Chapter 12
"Hey, uh, Sakura you don't have to do this-auhhh," Kakashi cut his complaints off with a loud moan as Sakura took him into her mouth.
As soon as they'd finished and calmed down outside, Sakura had half dragged her former Sensei back to her house. Before the man could say anything, the pinkette had dropped to her knees, after pushing him onto the sofa, and pulled his trousers down.
Sakura sucked on his sizeable dick eagerly, slathering it with her saliva and going very pink in the face. She wasn't an expert and her naivety in the field was clearly showing as she licked almost blindly, but the very image of Sakura's pink head bobbing up and down between his thighs was enough to send Kakashi off into realms of pleasure almost unknown to him before. Something felt…off about the whole situation, but the Copy Ninja could hardly focus on that now, not with an emerald eyed beauty sucking on his cock.
"Ahh. Mmm." Kakashi relaxed into the sensation, letting his head loll back as he pulled his mask down and sighed heavily.
Sakura pulled her mouth free of his dick with a resounding popping sound before licking his member up and down almost ferociously. She stopped and pressed her lips to him, kissing the tip before looking up at him, her face nervous.
"Am I doing it right?" She questioned.
Kakashi brought his head back down. "Perfectly," he returned.
Sakura gifted him with a huge smile before taking him back into her mouth. The action was so quick that Kakashi jerked, groaning in pleasure as he felt the girl take more of him in. Her mouth was so warm and wet around his manhood. He moved his hands to the back of her head, running his hands through her short hair as she slowly began taking as much of him in as she could.
"Sakuuraa." He drew her name out even as he tensed.
Sakura began gagging on his length and drew her head back, just as the man came, his cum shooting into her mouth. The girl fell back, panting heavily, cum dripping from her lips. Kakashi slumped forward, moaning slightly.
Sakura looked a little confused at first about what she was supposed to do, but eventually she simply swallowed the white fluid, watching her Sensei relax into his afterglow before getting to her feet and sitting astride him.
The man looked up at her, smiling almost dumbly.
"Ok?" She whispered before pecking him on the jaw.
Kakashi caught one of her hands and kissed the fingers gently. "Better than ok."
Sakura smiled widely before capturing his lips into a kiss, pressing her body onto his, desperately trying to get as close as she could. Kakashi complied and moved them so that she fell under him. They kissed deeply and Kakashi stroked the outside of her thigh softly with one hand, while holding her chin steady with the other hand. Eventually they drew apart and Sakura went pink at his gaze, glancing to the side.
"I…I'm sorry." She murmured, her expression unreadable.
Kakashi moved his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone, his spikes brushing softly against her chin.
"For what?" He replied.
Sakura's mouth drooped a little. "For how I behaved earlier. I know it's stupid that I miss him."
Kakashi's heart constricted a little, but then he shook his head, drawing back a little. "No it's not. It's not stupid at all."
Sakura didn't reply and for one horrid moment Kakashi was scared she was about to cry. The girl's brow scrunched and her chin wobbled, but then she shook her head.
"Do you ever miss him Sensei?"
Kakashi stalled. The man couldn't help but think this was a very strange conversation to be having while he was lying on top of her.
Did Kakashi miss Sasuke? He couldn't tell nowadays. He didn't know whether he missed the actual boy Sasuke or the idea of Sasuke. The idea of that perfect student who fit into the team so well, despite all the reasons he shouldn't have. Of course Kakashi felt overwhelming sorrow that one of his students had left, and under such horrific circumstances, but he did not know the answer to the question. However, when he looked down at Sakura and gazed into those deep green eyes of her, he knew he had to have an answer.
"Yes." He replied, his voice steady though his heart was hurting.
Sakura scanned his face for a few moments, looking dreadfully beautiful with those wide eyes and puckered lips, then she sat up, shifting so that Kakashi had to draw back too.
They gazed at each other for a few moments and then Sakura cocked her head and smiled. "Let's go to bed now Kakashi. I'm tired."
Suddenly Kakashi was feeling very weary himself. He watched as Sakura got to her feet and then held out her hand, wanting him to take it. He did so, ignoring the electric shock he felt as their calloused hands met. Then he followed her to her room.
It was already starting to darken a little and Sakura led him inside, making a beeline for her bed. She pulled back the covers and then pointed at the mattress.
"Lie down Kakashi."
Kakashi did as he was told and moved onto the bed, still fully clothed. Sakura quickly relinquished herself of her own clothes, leaving herself in her modest bra and knickers, and then she got into bed next to him. She kept her back to him, but she snuggled close.
They were silent for a few moments and then the girl grabbed Kakashi's arms, looping them forcibly around her waist. Kakashi responded immediately, moving forward and resting his chin on her neck, tightening his grip on her. Sakura let out a content sigh and then snuggled in closer.
There were a few minutes of silence and eyes staring blankly into the darkness of the room, and then sleep overtook them both. Soon all that could be heard was their untainted breathing, permeating the air.
Ino could barely breathe. Her whole body was shaking. She hadn't laughed this hard with someone other than Sakura, Shikamaru or Choji for a long long time.
How had she forgotten her Sensei could be so funny? Asuma's blunt sense of humour was hilarious to Ino, especially when he was focusing it on the waiter who had commented on Asuma being old enough to be Ino's father.
The whole afternoon had been filled with the Sarutobi quipping at the poor innocent waiter, who would leave their table with a red face, which gradually got redder as the day wore on.
Now Ino and Asuma had made their way back to his house and Ino was still laughing as she entered the building, holding her stomach as she cackled.
"Your laugh is monstrous," Asuma commented as he followed her in, grinning. "Have I ever told you that?"
Ino straightened up and turned a glare onto him. "Uh, excuse me," she returned. "My laugh is whimsical and bubbly."
Asuma began chuckling himself and Ino joined him, cackling once more.
"Whatever you say," the man returned after a short while, and then the pair of them fell silent. They gazed at each other. "So…" he mumbled. "You're in my house again."
Ino glanced around as if she'd never seen the place before, though her heart began thumping. "I guess I am." She replied.
Asuma placed a hand on his hip. "How has that come about, I wonder?"
Ino grinned cheekily at him before making her way over to the kitchen. Asuma watched her go, his eyes on her hips.
"I'm going to make a coffee. Do you want one?" Ino leant up to grab a mug from a cupboard, only to be spun around. She laughed as Asuma's hands enclosed around her hips and he twirled her to face him, pressing her against the counter.
"You put far too much sugar in your coffee," he muttered. "I'll make them." But the man did not move from his position over Ino, and eventually the girl moved upwards slightly, placing a kiss onto his lips.
The kiss was soft and gentle and Asuma closed his eyes, relaxing even as Ino backed away and turned around again. She glanced over her shoulder.
"Asuma Sensei?" She wiggled her butt, stroking the fabric of the man's trousers. "Could you possibly fuck me please?"
Asuma opened his eyes and looked down at her. "I could," he leant down slightly, pressing his hardening member to her clothed ass. "But do you really want me to?" He grinned as he watched Ino's eyes widen slightly.
The girl let out a small stifled moan and rubbed herself against him. "Please Sensei." She begged, her tone almost desperate.
Asuma smirked and moved one of his large hands under her skirt, touching her already soaking knickers.
"Ino." He scolded mockingly.
Ino pressed herself down onto his finger, trying to rub herself onto him, revelling at his touch. Asuma quickly whipped his hand away and Ino looked over her shoulder at him, her face deadpan.
"Asuma, fuck me right now or I'll-" her warning was cut off when the man behind her pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties down.
She relaxed immediately, turning to face forward again, her expression excited. Behind her, Asuma unclothed himself and grabbed his already throbbing cock, pressing it against her ass. Ino let out a small mewl of readiness and then Asuma slowly pushed himself into her. Ino groaned loudly and leant forward, her breasts spreading out across the kitchen counter. She panted slightly as a smile made its way onto her face.
"Oooh." She mumbled, before looking over her shoulder to see Asuma looked blissful too.
They stayed still for a few seconds and then the man slowly moved himself out of her before plunging back in. Both Ino and her former Sensei groaned quietly and Asuma pressed down slightly on her lower back, signalling she needed to spread her legs even further. Ino did as she was told and spread her legs, gripping onto the work surface as Asuma pushed himself into her again, sending spasms of pleasure throughout her body. They'd only just started and already Ino was finding it hard to keep herself steady on her feet.
Asuma moved in again with more force this time and Ino let out a loud yelp of pleasure as he slammed himself inside her. She very nearly fell, but thankfully Asuma snaked an arm around her neck, holding her tightly, but gently at the same time. His other hand moved down to her clitoris and he began rubbing it softly even as he continued thrusting.
"Oh shit!" Ino yelped. "Asuma!" Her voice was keening and she turned her head slightly.
Asuma rewarded her with a passionate kiss, their tongues sliding up and down each other frantically as he continued to pump in and out of her.
The man's hand moved from her clitoris and he grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it almost painfully as he was overtaken by the pleasure of her tightness around his length. He relinquished her mouth from his and looked down at her butt as he began thrusting harder. Ino's eyes turned glassy as she let out screams of pleasure. She writhed underneath him, her hair spreading out messily as she pressed her forehead against the kitchen top.
"Ohhh Gooddd." The girl was in ecstasy and Asuma continued slamming into her, going faster as he realised she was near her limit.
"Good, baby?" He questioned gruffly.
Ino let out a large shriek of pleasure and then tried to nod, though her head nearly fell forwards. "So good. Asuma please. I'm going to cum. Please!"
Asuma drove into her as hard as he could, almost forcing the girl to buckle as he pierced himself deep inside.
"Asuma!" Ino was screaming, her face pink. "Oh fuck!" And then she fell forward, cumming, groaning as she felt Asuma shoot himself inside her at the same time.
They stayed still for a short while, both of them breathing heavily and then Ino turned to look at him.
"Well that's gross, you have to make food here," she wiggled her butt slightly and Asuma shut his eyes, his jaw tightening. "Tramp."
Asuma pulled himself free of her and then cast her a grin. "You started it." He returned, his tone teasing.
Ino tried to turn, but nearly buckled. She sighed, holding onto the kitchen counter for support as her legs swayed underneath her. "Fuucck," she drawled the word out and then smirked at him. "Could you carry me upstairs please?"
Asuma raised his eyebrows. "We're going upstairs now are we?"
Ino's eyes moved away from his and went down his body. She traced his hard muscles with her eyes, continuing down until she was gazing at his manhood. "Yes, we are." She replied.
Asuma's cock twitched and then he shook his head, laughing. "Ok then," he stepped forward and then scooped her up with ease, something that only served to turn Ino on further. "You are quite the little nymphomaniac, aren't you Yamanaka?" The Sarutobi put forth as he began moving towards the stairs.
Ino began ripping off her top and bra, wanting to press her skin against his, already enjoying the feel of his muscled arms on her bare skin.
Eventually they reached the bedroom and Asuma distributed her onto the bed. Ino let out a shaky sigh and then stretched. Asuma watched her chest appreciatively and Ino giggled.
"Rather a nymphomaniac than a pervert Sensei!" She teased.
Asuma had to admit he did feel like quite the pervert as he stood there drooling at his former student's tits, but there was something about Ino that just made his whole body feel white hot.
The girl shifted to the middle of the bed and then beckoned him over slowly before patting the space in front of her.
Asuma did as he was told, promptly. Moving to kneel on the bed.
As soon as he was near her, Ino felt more wetness pool down and then she stood up, lowering herself slowly onto his waiting dick. The pair groaned as they became level. Ino pressed her lips against his, enjoying how deep he was inside her, while Asuma admired the tightness.
Then, slowly, they began fucking. Ino rested her head on his neck and groaned as Asuma moved in and out of her from underneath. They were so close, every single part of their skin pressing together. They were both slick with sweat and the feel of Ino's nipples against his chest was sending Asuma into a pleasure filled fury.
His movements increased in pace and Ino let out choked moans, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as he bounced her up and down on him.
"Ahh! Sensei!" She squeaked, her nails digging into his back.
Asuma groaned lowly and Ino moaned in response, turned on by his pleasure.
"Ino," he growled, thrusting himself in and out of her, slapping sounds accompanying the movement. "Fuck! Baby girl, you're so hot. Ah!" His thrusting increased as Ino let out yelps of pleasure. Her moans were so appealing to Asuma that he could feel himself already reaching the throes of an orgasm.
He sped up even further, sending Ino into a spiralling world of pure pleasure. Both of the came again and it took all of Asuma's might to keep himself sitting up. Ino fell forward and then they were both silent for a few moments.
After a few seconds Ino raised her head and she brought her hands up. She took his face in her hands. She used her thumb to stroke one of his cheekbones while the other brushed one of his sideburns. They gazed at each other, unsaid words burning back and forth and then Ino smiled, pressing a kiss onto her Sensei's lips.
Sorry this took a little longer to be updated! The updates may be a little slower around now as I've got a lot of stupid work to do and other stories to work on O.O But I will try to continue with this baby!
Once again, thank you so so so much to all the princes and princesses (and people who identify as neither, but are still royal in my eyes) who have favourited and followed this story so far! I love you so much!
Thank you also to: Pyro-Misa (We're all pervs. Haha.), deathrosekitty, Tangly (ahhh! You'll make me blush! Thank you so much!), bookluv22, Starkiss666, Laurie, NilaEatsZombiesForBreakfast, Trunksmybaby (Kohaku does have the serious thirst.), Emzy2k11, Kashi, Guest, loortjeve (and I love you for reviewing! Honestly reviews really inspire me to continue on!), LinchEe and harvestangel99 for your reviews! They mean a lot!