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She eyed him skeptically, though she couldn't help a bit of warmth in her cheeks. He wasn't as familiar as Naruto, nor as handsome as Sasuke, but he'd been working his way into an awkward blend of the two. That he even knew it was her birthday was a shock, but then, as a Root member, he likely had even more personal things about her – and plenty of other ninja – memorized even for casual discussion.
Sai's head cocked unassumingly. "You're supposed to take the present that someone hands you," he said in that annoyingly-pleasant tone of voice.
Not his fault; he was still working through his newfound emotions, even if it got on Sakura's nerves a bit. Why couldn't Ino work him through it faster? She'd practically draped over him and showed him off like a trophy every day, and it was something that hurt Sakura more when Sasuke kept coming and going; the coming being a brief period, in which she hardly saw him for a total of an hour for each day stayed while he spent most of his time reporting to Naruto, and the going being for months at a time.
I won't lose to you, Ino-Pig had been a mantra of Sakura's since they had both set their sights on the Uchiha. And she'd come off the better in the war for him, yet it certainly didn't feel like a victory when everyone in the Village could see how lonely she was. And at such a young age…
Sakura still eyed Sai's gift with some reservations. She pursed her lips in a tight, short line, which plumped her bottom lip. Eyebrows knitting, she looked up at his smile. Here they were, standing in a reasonably busy street, and now he wanted to give her a present? If she didn't know any better, she'd say it was a scheme on Ino's part.
"What is it?" she asked roughly.
"That would defeat the purpose of the wrapping."
Her eyes narrowed on him. Was that his usual sarcasm when condescending, or was he being a type of playful? In any case, she decided it would be rude not to take the gesture on her birthday. She gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was trying to be better, and aside from a few misses – and the revolting way he'd switched from rude bluntness to flattering compliments when he had first encountered Ino which Sakura still could not forgive – Sakura could find him to be quite sincere.
"You're right," she said with a forced chuckle, accepting the narrow parcel. "Thank you, Sai."
Sai just continued to smile.
Sakura drew the crisscrossed red string holding the gray-blue box together. What was it, she couldn't help wondering. A bit of jewelry? A personal keepsake? Perhaps a painting? She flushed at the idea of a mural she could hang that was entirely flattering to her features and beauty; a way for Sai to truly express how he saw her instead of calling her homely and other insults without realizing it.
What she had not expected to see was a dildo.
She blanched immediately. Her hand dropped the lid, and the bright pink penis just sat there.
"Having seen him in the hot springs," said Sai, "I commissioned an accurate specimen for you." He… was honestly being thoughtful, Sakura realized with horror. "Since he's gone all the time…" He trailed off, caught by the scruff of his neck as Sakura raced off with him.
Not to her home, but his. Her home was the reason she was outside in the first place, with an overzealous father crowing about his daughter growing up and a mom nagging her about how to celebrate! No one should be at Sai's place; perhaps only the orchestrator of this humiliation, and Sakura was more than happy to go toe-to-toe with her!
"Oomph!" Despite how roughly she threw him against the wall, Sai's demeanor did not change much. Less of a smile now, he was looking down his nose at her as she boxed him in. "Did you not like it?"
"Whose idea was this?!" snarled Sakura, shoving the box's contents up toward his face. "It was Ino's, wasn't it?! You thought you'd play a prank…!" She recoiled, seething.
Sai, with room given, hummed his consideration, holding his chin. "I thought for sure lonely women enjoyed such things. In Root, there were kunoichi who…"
"Don't tell me!" shrieked Sakura, flushing as she clapped her hands to her ears… which made the dildo squish between ear and hand. Realizing her mistake, she yelped and drew it away. It hit the ground, flopped in a bounce, and then rolled to a stop at Sai's feet. He knelt down and picked it up in a way that continued to embarrass Sakura.
Regardless of her reaction, she was someone he hoped to keep as a friend. So he opened his front door. "Well, if this gift is unacceptable, please come in. We can discuss what would make a more suitable present."
Sakura pouted. She didn't have time for such things, but being startled and in a state of distress… She cocked her shoulders, arms at ninety-degree angles, and marched past him; Sai pressed back to avoid touching her accidentally – women were so touchy when they assumed this angular walk – and then followed her, dildo in hand, and closed the door.
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"What were you thinking? Sheesh! What a thing to give me!" She sat cross-armed and cross-legged, turning away from his table and the phallic item placed in the middle. Sai was moving about his small kitchen – he lived more in a box than an actual apartment – to procure his small stash of cups. He read all about etiquette between friends, so he got at least the basics, or else he'd still just have a bamboo canteen and a few bags of rations amongst his artwork.
And his artwork had certainly taken a turn, Sakura had to confess with pure hatred of it. Ino. Ino here. Ino there. Each, a new angle and superbly detailed and expressive. Sakura felt great envy for her to have such a man idolize her so much.
The teacups were set out, fresh from the stone.
"You get inspired by Ino a lot," she observed, leaving her drink to cool.
Sai sat across from her, hands light on the table, to show his eagerness for discussion while not presenting himself aggressively. "She requests that I paint her often," he said, which enlightened Sakura to the fact that Ino's ego greatly surpassed Sai's inspiration. Deciding that it'd be polite conversation, he continued, "I haven't had much of a chance to work on any projects I'm passionate about when she keeps coming over for a new painting. Sometimes, she doesn't even take them."
Hence the assumed mural in her honor. So he was forced to keep them. Sakura's satisfaction increased. Merely telling her this was a good enough for a birthday present. Her eyes veered to the center of the table to the cock. How could Sai place that as a centerpiece over a cup of tea? It was like he was starting to assume Naruto mannerisms, being completely ignorant and doing all the wrong things.
"Of all things," she snorted, shaking her head.
"Hm?"
She couldn't control in. She leapt up from her seat with such fury that the back of her straightened legs knocked the chair over. Her hands slammed down on the table with force that almost made her tea slosh out of the cup. Yet Sai regarded her with calmness and understanding; at least a need to understand.
"How could you think giving me that?!" she exclaimed with a sharp, direct point. Her face was red from her anger and obvious discomfort of the situation. She pulled back a little. "I'm sure it was Ino's idea, wasn't it?" She wanted to hear him confess that conspiracy! It was surely that spiteful blond-haired boar!
"I simply got you something to remember Sasuke by. Was it too indirect? There could have been a face imprinted on it, I suppose. Would you like me to sketch one…" He didn't finish, the table clattering as Sakura's hands snatched out and fisted at his collar, drawing him halfway across the surface to meet Sakura's glower.
He was actually frightened by the look in her eyes. "P-Please, Sakura-san," he wavered, holding up his hands defensively. "I meant no offense by it!"
"That excuse of yours can only get you so far," she growled at him. "You're gonna get yourself in real trouble someday! Shannaro!"
To appease her, he nodded briskly. "You are quite right. Please forgive me."
Through her tantrum, Sakura couldn't seem to hold her grudge; not effectively anyway. With a "Pah!" she tossed him back in his seat and pulled her own back up from the floor and plopped down heavily, now crossing her arms and legs with more determination than before. As much as she wished she could overlook it, Sai was unlikely to do something to actually upset her. But still, what made him think to get that?
As if reading her mind – or at least answering her previously spoken question – he picked up the rubbery phallus, observing it like it had some hidden secret, and stated, "Ino-chan quite prefers these designs and had recommended them."
Sakura swung with a look of shock to him, her jaw dropping and twitching and even Inner Sakura was holding a similar face of her own.
With some whimsy, setting out Sakura's present as if she'd take it, he went on debriefing Ino's preferences, "She always asks for information from the hot springs. I don't understand it, really, but she asks me to sketch and…" As if it was needed as proof to his aghast guest, he went over to a table where there were small scrolls laid out. Upon inspection, it was revealed that each was labeled with a name: Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Inuzuka Kiba, Hyuga Neji. He picked up an orange one labeled with Uzumaki Naruto, and before Sakura knew it, she was looking at a detailed sketch of Naruto's penis; two sketches, actually: one was flaccid and the other was an estimation of it grown with arousal. The estimation would explain the very happy and satisfied look on Hinata's face nowadays…
"Agh!" Sakura turned her head, closed her eyes, and waved her hands way out in front of her. "D-Don't show me that! I-I don't want to know about Naruto's…!"
It… It'd be bigger than Sasuke-kun's, lamented an unusually tamed Inner Sakura with a sort of gawping expression.
Sai blinked and turned his scroll to him, wondering if there was something wrong with it. He had seen it pretty close when he had confirmed Naruto did possess one, and thought he'd done a reasonable job with estimations. "Does it seem inaccurate?" Ino had used her Mind Jutsu to peer into his memories just to confirm and had given him a thumbs-up for his accuracy and demanded that they get a model of it straight away. He had thought that the paintings should have been good enough, but women would be women, he supposed.
Sakura's heart was throbbing. Glancing at the rest of the collection, she realized that she could get a glimpse of any guy she'd ever wondered about. Seeing Naruto's…
She swallowed dryly, fighting against a lewd sort of smile as she considered it. Since having sex, she wanted to say it was glorious. But now in a committed relationship, had she lost her chance to really explore it? Naruto and his endowment would have been an easy catch! But now he was saddled with Hinata and her equally-impressive bust.
Her green eyes steadily strayed over to the dildo. It had rolled toward Sai's side of the table, his cup turned over and his tea spilt, but the dildo was untouched and fine. Perhaps fine enough to take home and…
She squeezed her eyes shut and resisted her inner voice telling her that she was barely on the first week of Sasuke-kun's latest departure. Days before her birthday! And she was going to settle for an imitation of the only guy she had ever slept with? The thought actually kind of offended her. Was she so wilting to his whim?
Again, her attention swerved to the scrolls. Sasuke-kun, Shikamaru, Kiba, Kakashi-sensei, Lee-san, Naruto… And perhaps plenty of others! She drew herself inward. Not that she hadn't not ever thought of it; being promiscuous and fulfilling base desires with random men. She hid her perversion well – kinda – but they were there in the back of her mind. The Sexy Jutrsu: Reverse Harem would be her ultimate weakness.
"Ino-chan enjoys them," reiterated Sai, thoughtfully rolling up Naruto's scroll and returning it to the list. "I simply expected you would too. I've read about lonely women and their habits." At that moment, he was crossing the room, and Sakura spied the list of his books. No surprise, mixed in with the instructional guides was also a copy of ICHA-ICHA PARADISE; possibly a suggestion by Kaka-sensei to loosen up towards people. She flushed and watched him take a picture off the wall. A simple image of a cherry blossom on his windowsill.
"Perhaps you would accept this as a more suitable birthday present," he said, extending his work to her, which she accepted with some disheartened gratitude.
Again, her eyes shifted over to the row of scrolls.
Sasuke-kun hadn't even bedded her on this visit. Just that damned tap on the forehead – "Maybe next time." – and he was off.
And all of a sudden, she had her pick of the litter laid out in front of her. Were these only paintings? Or… were they sealing scrolls? On command, would they produce a phallus like the one on the table?
She set the painting down on a dry patch of the table and disregarded it. "S-Sai," she began with a staggered voice, "would it be…? Do you have…?" If it was anyone else, anyone she did not trust with explicit instructions not to tell, she would not consider it. But it was him, who thought nothing of sex. She looked up meekly at him, her eyes shimmering, his calm. "Do you have… one of Naruto's?"
"A painting of Naruto?" he asked for clarification.
She shook her head and gulped. With a great deal of humiliation, she reached for the dildo, touched it like it was hot, and then picked it up and held it out to him. He did not react and just stared. "One of… these," she murmured, now looking away and seeming stubborn.
"Oh!" He was smiling again. "Of course," he said, which caused Sakura's heart to start to race. If he was willing to exchange Sasuke-kun's for Naruto's…! She may not learn what it'd be like to get fucked by the wild Jinchuriki, but she'd at least learn if her pussy could take it!
"But…"
And all her thirst dried up. 'But' was the worst word to hear when hopes were high.
"Ino-chan has it." Scratching idly at his cheek, he chuckled a little. "It's one she often keeps with her, along with Shino-san's." He seemed not to know why, though Sakura had her obvious suspicions.
That boar…! First she tried to wrest Sasuke-kun away from her, and now she had her eye on her other teammate along with hooking Sai?!
"She likes to use them when in bed."
Sakura suddenly looked up from her contemplation of the cock squeezed in her fist.
"Yeah," laughed Sai innocently, "when she wants to have sex, she likes when they're also used on her. So I thought, maybe you'd also use it with Sasuke when he comes back."
Sakura blushed at the intrusive speculation and assumptions that she would behave so lusty. But as her legs pulled together, there was heat and moisture there. And her nipples were already brought to firm points. She could feel them brushing the insides of her bra.
She lifted the dildo. It was hard to believe that this had brought her to where she was right now. On her birthday, alone and now horny, and sitting with her puzzling teammate in his lonely apartment.
"Where's Ino?" she asked softly, realizing that she hadn't really given much thought to the outside whenever Sasuke-kun was due to arrive and after he left.
"On a mission," Sai answered plainly. "There's need of memory restoration…"
But the details trailed off in her ears, hearing the pounding of her heart instead. Ino was gone, and a wanton suggestion was rising in Sakura's mind. Rather resolute, skewing her own priorities, she held up the Sasuke-based dildo and said, "How"—Her voice faltered, but she reclaimed herself—"How do you use these with Ino?" For simple research.
Sai took a moment to reflect on the question, and then answered with some humor, "I would expect you to know, Sakura-san. Being so lonely so often."
She could deck him for that, give him a punch right in the nose and throw him into those vanity projects from Ino. But her violence had ebbed, her aggression hadn't. She had considered the perverse things Ino and Sai had gotten into and weighed them against hers and Sasuke's lovemaking. She hated it, but the later couple seemed more thrilling. Sasuke-kun had taken time with her – when it suited him – and proved he was just as competent pleasuring a girl as he was mastering ninjutsu. But the lack of that intimacy in recent months had left her starved. And now, on her birthday, was a chance to get what she wanted. Ino had reveled in her humiliation far too often for her to think of the repercussions of Sai's relationship with Ino. Besides, it wasn't like Sai had any deeper motives. His feelings were really on the surface.
Sakura tucked her chin, gave him a stern look that concerned him somewhat, and asked, "Could you… show me?"
Once more, Sai did not seem to immediately understand, but given a moment, he replied, "That's very invasive, Sakura-san." Something he picked up from books, she was certain. When Master Tsunade debriefed the files of the ousted Root, Sakura had come across ledgers of sexual practices to remove all humility and shame from its members. She kept the book closed on Sai – out of respect – but if he was brought up like any of the others, he had slept with numerous companions in the open, and was well-documented for it. If he was acting on decency, Sakura could respect that, but he'd given her a dildo for her birthday, and so she could decide what was decent or not today.
"And Ino-chan's not here," he added.
"Not with her," snapped Sakura, now looking shyer but more determined.
And Sai instantly seemed to know what that meant. "I see," he mumbled, thinking on it and folding his arms. "Well, that is a very unexpected request, Sakura-san. However, it is your birthday."
She half-wished she hadn't said anything by this point, but she'd already laid her cards on the table and took the gamble. She played it back, making an out for when she buckled. "If-If it's too much," she started.
"I don't see why not."
She gawked up at him, though not knowing why she should be surprised with him.
"Consider it a birthday apology."
And before she knew it, his lips were over hers. Not commanding or chaste like Sasuke-kun's mere brush, but a connection of well-placed mouths. Sakura could hardly believe that she was actually kissing her teammate – leaving Naruto again as the odd one out – but she came to her senses quick enough to return the motion, expressing a deeper desire than him as her hands folded around and hugged him.
He was caught a bit off guard, but with Ino, he'd learned to deal with aggressive women… probably.
Sakura was a bit more than aggressive. She went at him with a hunger, her tongue probing his mouth though his lips had been narrowed. She shoved her way through and tussled with his tongue.
Shannaro!
When she unhitched from him – as it was by her will when they did – she peppered his white flesh with kisses. This was what she'd wanted to do; she'd been craving it since deciding that his looks were on par with Sasuke-kun's.
Sasuke-kun… Shelved as a memory for the next couple of months as he tried to find himself. She had found a replacement.
She went for Sai's exposed midriff, sucking and running her tongue across the slight muscles there. He was so sleek in size, but she could feel his definition with the licks of her tongue as she circled his navel.
"I did not think you'd be so excited for anyone but Sasuke," confessed the artist with his cheeks showing signs of color.
She shot him a glare. Mentioning Sasuke-kun was taboo from here on out. She made the rules today, and she wanted to be fucked.
Her hands went for his trousers. He'd been so liberal sharing the sizes of the other men, but what of himself? She feared what would happen if he was found to have a micro-penis.
Instead, jerking his pants open and shoving them and his underwear down, she was astonished to find that he was well-equipped. Average enough girth, but he had a good reach with his tool! She imagined that it wouldn't extend much in full arousal – it hung in a manageable arch – but the circulation would get him full and hard. Circumcised – Root custom – with a swollen knob for a head…
Whimpering with a certain longing in her voice, she cupped it, held it to her mouth, and flicked her tongue against the slotted tip. No precum yet, but then again, she had hardly sprung this on him. She licked again, now with a broader stroke, circling the smooth head, listening to Sai breathe out a ragged breath. He was affected, even if he could not manage to express it outwardly.
She was just about to inhale him and see how deep she could take this eight-inch schlong, but he'd caught her by the shoulder and held her at bay. "You asked to know how Ino-chan is done, didn't you?"
Sakura gazed at his handsome face, his quaint smile. He mused at her, and then brought her up and led her to the bed. He went behind her, leaving her to face the one-person mattress. When she was about to question it, he grabbed her hands and brought her forearms behind her back; gently and carefully. "Hey!" she blurted, but did not stop his process, even when she felt the cords start to wind thickly over her forearms to bind them together.
This was what Ino and Sai got up to?! Sakura felt a very powerful thrill from learning. She'd have to incorporate her chakra to burst out of this bondage, though hearing a seal be slapped over the knot, she assumed that even that might not be entirely simple. "Y-You'll untie these when-Hey!" She shrieked again when her pants and panties were brusquely yanked down to her knees right before she was tossed onto the soft bed. "What are you…?" She grumbled and squirmed, struggling to sit up as Sai walked to one of his shelves and picked up a little black box. Just a pen box; or brush box, knowing Sai. And sure enough, it was. With a vial of ink, and a vial of… some other substance.
They were set down and laid out on his nightstand.
"Oh my," he said patiently. "Ino-chan normally stays lying down and gets into position right away. I guess you are new to this after all."
With a gasp, Sakura had her face shoved down beneath Sai's gloved hand, and then had her backside elevated, her knees brought together, her pussy hardly less vulnerable than her exposed asshole, which caused her great embarrassment. Feeling Sai press down on the side of her face, though… She wondered if he saw her vagina tremble with excitement as the feeling swirled within her. Sasuke-kun was never so brash.
"Merely stay like that," he told her, coming up and collecting his brush and ink, "and I shall do the rest."
Just what was he up to, she wondered as her breathing became labored? Was this his process or Ino's? Or had they found out about this kink when together. What was he about to do with that long, slender brush behind her? She had an idea. Swallowing hard as he vanished from her sight, she held her breath and waited for the plunge.
What she got was a stroke; a steady, soothing stroke of wet bristles just on the cusp of her vagina. And with her vulva so sensitive, it resonated and made her moan deeply, her butt giving a slight jump when the second application of ink slid over her nether lips. He seemed to take an interest in her clitoris, as he did a twirl there. She whined a little. With her legs tucked together, everything there was so tight, but Sai's touches were so precise. If he kept going like this…
"I'll… cum…!" escaped her mouth.
Sai's laugh hardly reached her ears. "Really? Sakura-san, you have very little control." Yet to test her proclamation, he forwent the brush and stuck his thumb right upon her nub and jostled it. Sakura's heavy-lidded eyes shot open, having eased into the relaxation of his brushstrokes to suddenly encounter the more formidable feeling of his thumb grinding that sensitive spot! Almost at once, she spilled over, squealing as she waved her ass, trying to find a source of comfort for this abrupt ride of pleasure. Her juices saturated his thumb and the bed underneath her – when it coursed over her calves – and her body shook in ecstasy.
"S-Sai!" I've never cum that fast before!
But the prelude was over quickly enough, Sai dismissively wiping the excessive dripping with the corner of his bedsheets, and then commenced the work of his brush. She seethed sharply, her pussy still undulating with sensitivity. She beckoned for him to wait, but he did as he did. When he was done, she had a seal painted over her pink pussy: a line with two streaks through its center and a dot in the empty spaces. A mock sealing, but learned to hit pleasure points for a woman. But rather than admire his work – which he considered basic – his exposed thumb and forefinger went to the crown of pink hair above her 'sealed' slit and fondled it caressingly.
His stroking fingers reminded her of Sasuke-kun's. He was delicate with her too, combing through her pubic hair to reach the heated, wet flesh of her pussy, testing her out first. She didn't think to ask how he'd been so accustomed to surveying a woman's body; she did not want to think of the redhaired teammate who cast rageful eyes at her when Sasuke-kun was officially hers.
But Sai was more appreciative of her lithe curls. Ino, she knew, was bare, proudly flaunting her smooth skin as if it were natural to be so nice to touch. Yet here Sai was, showing fondness for the hair his girlfriend rid herself of ever other week. "It's really is a nice, vibrant shade," he reflected, to her quiet delight, tilting her face into the mattress to smother her flush.
Sasuke-kun had yet to bestow a compliment like that on her.
Sai's musing of her womanhood continued, now to the vulva itself, pinning his thumbs upon her soaked lips and spreading them apart to analyze her insides. He hummed, and she was very certain that he was going to say something to upset her. Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe he was just smart enough to say it looked like Sasuke hadn't visited this part of her in a good while. She would thrash and rebuke him for that.
"Very nice, Sakura-san," and then he pressed her closed, creating the firm line of the seal.
A seal which had Sakura wondering. With him scooting off the bed to set down the ink and brush in exchange for the other bottle of clear liquid, she had to ask, "What was that?"
"A seal," he replied matter-of-factly, now brandishing a new brush with a more-flourished tip. He climbed back onto the bed to resume his spot behind her, her eyes catching his dangling cock and watching it bob with his movements. Was he going to apply it now, show her how deep he could get inside of her? Would Sasuke-kun be jealous if he ever found out? Instinctively, when the mattress behind her sunk with his planted weight, her legs attempted to part in submission. But only until Sai clapped her thigh – a resonating force that made her cheek on that side tremble – and politely asked that she maintain her stance.
She was startled by how hard it was to breathe now. She wanted… She wanted Sai to go inside of her already, not paint her some more.
"Ino-chan has me paint it on her when she goes away," he carried on with his explanation of the seal, dabbing his brush into the oily liquid in his switched bottle. He inspected the consistency, the liquid oozing slowly from the bristles, and he seemed satisfied. "To let the guys know not to use her there."
Big-brained as she was, it took a moment for Sakura to catch onto his meaning. She reddened, realizing what kind of relationship Sai and Ino actually had! "You-You mean that she still…?!" She couldn't bring herself to say it.
But smiling Sai had no issues, twisting the cap back on his oil vial. "She sleeps with other men still."
An open relationship?! The very thought made Sakura quiver. Ino was always a greedy pig, no matter what she said about Choji's habits. That meant that she was free to sleep with anyone she wanted! And that included Naruto and Sasuke. And what if Sasuke-kun felt that his relationship with Sakura was open? Could he be out there, sowing the seeds of the Uchiha to bring life to his lost clan again?
And if Ino was free, didn't that mean Sai…? Was this merely sport for him?
Her voice came up with a shudder when the paintbrush finally came down.
"There?!"
"Is it a problem?" Sai curled his wet brush against the crinkles of her anus; delicate, featherlight passes that spread the warm oil all around. "You asked me to do as I do with Ino-chan, but there are rules." He gave a soft chuckle in his throat, addressing his work as his free hand palmed her cheek, studying its firm roundness. Ino-chan had some more meat back here; all around, in fact, but Sakura-san had very commendable birthing hips.
Involuntarily, her hips wagged as he dabbed the center of the hole. She buried a protracted moan into his bed. "Hmm. You seem distressed. Perhaps I moved a bit too fast for you."
Sakura peeked back at him, his brush moving away from her asshole, wedged neatly between middle and index fingers as he prised her crack open.
"I supposed a bit more intimacy will calm your nerves." And with that, he stuck his tongue at her in place of his brush, and immediately, Sakura shrieked in pleasure.
Never…! Never before had she or anyone else touched there for pleasure! Sai's abrupt willingness shocked her. A brush was one thing, and maybe she might have stood for a playful finger just to try it out! But a tongue?!
"G-Get out!" she told him with waning conviction, certainly trying to buck his mouth off of her pucker and not grind her rim back to him.
Yet he disobeyed, staying latched and trying to actually pierce her before giving up. His smile was lost, though his lips were drenched. He gave a look of confusion to her panting form. Ino-chan behaved similarly. She'd say "Stop! Stop! " over and over when he licked, but when he listened to her, she'd turn on him with a disappointed scowl and ask "Why did you stop?"
Sakura's pussy was much more quenched and visibly shaking, which indicated a high state of euphoria. Clearly, she liked it. Ah, he figured, tapping his fist into his open palm. It was the feminine hypocrisy, when a woman said one thing but desired another. His smile returned. "Don't worry, Sakura-san. I understand." And he went right back to work eating out her ass.
"N-No! Stop it! Ughn! Stop-Stop licking—oh!—my-my…!" Her eyes flashed opened, crossed and dazed. "AAAHHH! SHANNARO!" Another outpour of her ejaculate, now squirting over his collar and shirt and exposed stomach, but he diligently kept swirling his tongue and munching on her delicious ass. When she hunched her back, instead of trying to get away, it was more so she could thrust back at him, trying to get his tongue to go up inside her. Oil and spit helped, but unfortunately, she was virgin there. It would take a bit of blunt force to get inside. Even so, he pointed his tongue and made a small effort to get through the closed-off entry while his thumb went at her clit again in the familiar way he'd made her cum the first time. Her response was higher this time, an outright squeal of jubilation as the receding pleasure suddenly flared back to full intensity. Her loins felt drained, and yet her tension had made her sputter every drop of herself in reverence to Sai's skill.
His tongue floated away from her; she could feel it carrying mixed strands of his spit and oil as he sat back. He produced a cloth from his nightstand when he leaned over her spasming form and used it to mop up around his mouth. Neat and tidy, as always… She, drifting on an orgasm's whimsy, imagined Naruto would leave the mess on his face, grinning proudly, maybe even swooping in for a kiss to share the flavor of her.
The mattress creaked and shifted and wobbled with Sai's departure. His footsteps across the room… Tired and effectively bound, she ambled to try to see what he was up to next. "What"—She caught her breath and wondered if she should ask this question, as Sai delved deeper into her with each answer—"What are you doing now?"
"You sound so impatient, Sakura-san," Sai humorously observed. Soon enough, he was back on the bed and crawling up behind her. He presented something, and she realized he had brought over her birthday present, tilting the floppy model of Sasuke-kun's dick towards her convulsing cleft. "I just didn't want to leave your Sasuke out."
"But-But you said…!" She wriggled her hips, trying to get away, flinching when the phallus touched her flared lips.
"Off limits? To me, but not to Sasuke." He grabbed her hips – a stronger grip than one would assume by his stature – and aimed the penis. Sakura, though giving protest, was feeble in her resistance and braced for it. The round tip really did remind her of Sasuke-kun's, and slowly, with a mewl from her, it began to delve in, splitting the black line painted on her, opening up the pink within. Sai was gentle and patient; she had feared he'd cram it in all at once. Slow, smooth, when he hit a snag, he'd twist in a way that made her coo and whine; it was a move that no man could do. And when he met the end of her channel, he stopped and let the shaft settle.
"You're really engorged inside, Sakura-san," he said, sitting back with a satisfied grin. "I hope that was not too uncomfortable."
She almost shook her head in answer, but chose instead to leave his consideration lingering. Truthfully, it was nice to be doted upon like this. For all of his awkward social flaws, Sai was adept at this. No wonder Ino stuck around for more than his good looks.
His smooth hands roamed over her cheeks, thumbs pushing the dildo back in when it looked like it would slip. "No matter," she heard him say. On hand in the nightstand again, he now held a pair of women's gaudy underwear. "Ino-chan wanted these especially for this reason," he informed his teammate, ushering her feet and then legs into the holes of the underwear. They were actually tight on her, Sakura thought, thinking that she could not fit in the curvier kunoichi's panties. Then again, Ino likely wanted ones that were small and snug to show off for all the boys who rutted her.
But perhaps the feature that made it suitable for Sakura too was the lack of a back. The crotch held firm to hers, and kept the flat base of Sasuke-kun's shaft and testicles tucked up against her pussy, but then it flayed and left her backside entirely exposed. The purpose was fairly obvious, though Sakura hadn't guessed it until Sai mounted her. She squeezed the thing inside her when Sai's nonchalant erection plopped down on her rear, giving her an estimation of its length, how deep it could get inside her.
"I hope you don't mind, Sakura-san," he said pleasantly, and rolled his cock down to her viable entrance.
"H-Hey," she gasped. She wanted to bite on the sheets. Her hands clutched in tight fists behind her, straining against the ropes without chakra boosting her strength. "Are you really…?"
He really was. The head came against her sullied entrance. Skin was slick, and he applied that slickness to himself with a few intentional nuzzled from his tip. It was much more imposing feeling this broader surface bearing down on her hole, and she couldn't help an escaped, "Please, go slow!"
Actual worry in her voice. Sai assured her that he would not be careless, and then applied himself more directly to the center of her cheeks. The closed hole bowed in slightly from the pressure. Sakura puffed worriedly. The pain hadn't come yet, but this feeling was promising not to be slight. She already felt so full with the resilient faux dildo residing inside her quim, but something about Sai's prodding her other hole left her unfulfilled and wanting. But, she kept herself from begging…
The wet shuffle of flesh against flesh was followed by the profound silence – aside from a soft, focused grunting from Sai. Her body leaned harder into his bed, his weight starting to pile upon her own. Her breath hitched in her throat and held. It was inevitable. Despite how tight and new she was to this, they'd reached a certain point when she realized he was going to make it in and soon. Best as she could manage, she relaxed, bore down – or up, in her current position – and waited for him to complete it.
He was clearly easing up for her benefit, but when he decided to finally consummate, she felt the stiffness increase. He weighed himself against her and…!
The moist, satisfying schlmp… of something threading through a hole. She hardly registered the sound at first, and then realized it had come from her; her and him, his successful breach of her backside. As expected the tip was the worst of it, pressing open her tiny hole and lodging inside with his bulbous tip. She began strenuous breathing methods after her initial shock, all of her efforts trying to alleviate the foreign discomfort. This was it! The last frontier that had not been claimed by a man, and it was Sai of all people.
"It…!" She twisted her head, wishing she had mobility and could actually look back to see the penetration of her rump. "It's in!"
Some sweat had broken across Sai's freshly-colored face, but he still seemed quite composed. "Of course. That was what the oil was for." He held her waist, drawing her onto him as his pelvis pushed forward. She was noisier now, her moans being helpless, loud, and long. She was tight; tighter than Ino for sure, who had confessed that he had not been the first to go up there, and she was partial to plugging it with toys on frequent occasions.
Sakura's was entirely shut, the taut muscles squeezing him as he intruded. The oil certainly did help, but mostly on the outside; her rim stretched and did not have the unbearable friction were she not prepped first. "My," he breathed jovially, "you certainly are warm inside, Sakura-san. Are you feeling feverish at all?"
Stupid…! Stupid Sai! Why did he have to talk like this while sliding up into her asshole? In this exposed posture, her chakra felt erratic, and she wouldn't be able to focus to put it in order and escape the binds around her arms. She shouldn't have been so lenient with his process. She could have allowed all this, but with her arms free! She wanted to clutch at the bed, push or pull at Sai, and play with her hot vagina. All the things she couldn't do, however, stimulated her. The pressure mounting in her ass was felt in her pussy, the bloating of her rectum forcing compression around the birthday gift that had started all of this!
"It's too much!"
"Almost done, Sakura-san," breathed Sai, wedging another inch in. His hand slipped down to settle closer to their union, his thumb pulling just slightly at her stretched hole. "Bear with me for a moment."
If she were to compare – and she was making an effort not to – Sai had already surpassed where her Sasuke-kun had bottomed out. But bigger was not always better! Sai certainly wasn't huge, though; maybe a bit more swollen than Sasuke-kun, and with a definite longer reach.
She admitted it. Admitted to the fantasy of it, of being trapped in between Sasuke and the one whose looks could pass as a good counterfeit of the Uchiha. She'd fantasized often of it in between missions, stroking her clit, delving in between her pussy lips with two fingers as she thought of the two worshipping her, getting along only to please her. Taking turns… Sasuke-kun would finish inside her, move aside to catch his breath, and without pause, Sai would resume the tango at a different pace. She'd always imagined Sai as a possessive, energetic lover for some reason.
In reality, he was slow and tempered, taking his time to appreciate her. With a mutual noise of completion – hers a moan and his a sigh – he was fully embedded. Seven inches locked inside her convulsing guts, straining her walls as they tried to resist him. It made her feel uncomfortable to be filled there; embarrassed even. When it shoved in bit by bit, it was the struggle of relaxing, but holstering it fully made her wriggle and breathe erratically. If she could just get to her throbbing clit…!
"I'll start slow," she heard him say, and he followed through with that promise. She breathed in shakily as he conformed to the wishes of her bowels to evacuate, and then that gasp shifted to a sharp, deep-throated grunt as he plugged back into her; quicker than the extraction, to catch her off guard. And he repeated the process, hammering in deep, though she could never seem to actually prepare for it. He pulled slowly, which she received relief from, and then he thrust back in all the way, bullying her condensing walls back to accommodate him again. Each blow to her insides gave her stomach a jump like a kernel of popcorn popping. And the more he did it, the stronger the feeling became. In no time at all, without even realizing the increase in speed, the sensation had grown and reached to her groin. Her distended asshole did not hurt as before; it had numbed, yet also burned with the repeated friction.
Sakura's position on the bed was starting to slip forward, moving in the direction of Sai's thrusts. Her head was shoved into the pillow that bunched against the headboard. Her shirt rolled up, showing more of her back which Sai's hands traversed across, mapping the line of her spine down to her open crack.
"Is this"—Sai paused when he felt his voice unreliable—"a more suitable present for your birthday, Sakura-san?"
Her mouth gaped, drool pooling underneath her cheek. And then she nodded aggressively. "Yes! Yes! Shannaro!" She gritted her teeth, wishing she could hold it in. But she couldn't. "Do it harder now!"
"Heh. As you wish." His roaming hands clamped back onto her waist, now tugging her into his thrusts, crushing her cheeks between him and her, working her asshole to a nice, gaping hole.
She hadn't thought that she'd get to this point of tolerance so quickly! He spread the heat deep inside of her, and she could feel his lifted sac tapping against her each time he filled out her butt. The flat of the dildo impeded that sensation, but it seemed enough.
He leaned over her, finally losing his voice to a few grunts of effort, even his smile had gone into a concentrated frown. He was searching for a good position, a way to distribute his weight and get the most out of this stance. His leg picked up, lifting himself and putting him at an angle to hit downward in her raised ass. The effect was immediate, Sakura howling in completion as Sai's tool started to grind against her insides in a new direction. Her stuffed pussy burst with wetness that was stifled by the underwear. "T-Touch me!" she begged after her arms pulled futilely at their bonds.
"Yes." He sounded winded and obeyed immediately, striking a hand around her waist and plunging straight to her juncture, finding the spot and coaxing it through the material of Ino's borrowed underwear. Sakura shouted, but not in protest this time. She bucked, chasing the strokes of his talented fingers, throwing off the rhythm of Sai's thrusts, though he corrected the course and adapted best as he could. Sucking his lips sharply, he pinched and rolled her sensitive nub.
"Sakura-san," he called to her, his voice having a rasped tone. Very unlike him to sound like that. She knew what it meant.
"Do it," she breathed to him, thinking it only fair for the efforts he'd gone to give her a rather jubilant birthday. No rhythm to his thrust; he simply shoved in all the way, held her close, and wrapped things up. Sakura felt his pulsations; cargo surging through his urethra with difficulty at her rim. Then the foreign and familiar wetness went into her. She was all tense muscles until that splatter clung to her walls, and then she relaxed, subdued as the feeling mounted and spread, coursing deeper in her narrow tract – just a little way in her downward tilt – before sloshing back around Sai's cock. He should have let her arms free. He could have enjoyed the feeling of her stroking his balls as he climaxed.
"Ahh~" He sounded off in time with the building bursts, sounding truly in bliss as he spent himself in her backside. And even after. He marinated in his release, steadying his breath, stabilizing his body; Sakura was still quaking from the trauma of orgasm from sodomy. Double-penetration, but the cock in her pussy seemed second to the one throbbing and wilting in her rectum.
Gradually, she felt the shutter of her bowels shrinking, the stopper within losing its significance. Sai was finished and retracting. When drooping to a manageable five inches, he slunk out of her.
She felt the semen chasing him out as her body rejected it. Some would stay inside, be absorbed by the lining of her intestines, but the bulk of it was being expelled. It began to run out of her closing hole in diverting streams. They coursed over her vulva, seeping into the creases of her split sex, smudging the marking he'd painted on her, and filed into her pubic hair. Now that Sai had fell back on his haunches, Sakura tucked her legs together, wishing she could hide the indecency of her leaking anus. For the most part, it was nearly the size it ought to be, but Sai's trouncing had been thorough. It would take a healing jutsu to make it seal up completely.
"Ino-chan never neglects this part," Sai said softly, having rounded out from behind her to stand bedside. His cock was not the glorious size it had been in arousal, but it still hung at expectancy, its will struggling to stay aloft. Sakura could guess what he meant by that; Ino had predilections that Sakura could never guess at before today.
With a soft sound, Sakura's eyes turned up submissively to Sai's grin after inching over, before taking him into her mouth to clean his cum-coated cock. His grin increased, and he bestowed her with a word of praise. She loved being praised. She slurped his semen off along with the taste of herself, not speaking her thanks for him remembering her birthday. She was a clean girl, but doing something like this gave her a very excitable feeling. Burrowing her mouth beneath his salved cock, she tongued Sai's balls for good measure.
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It wasn't like they were ready to go a second round. Three orgasms were certainly enough, and her sensibility was returning. She was polite when she told him to remove the bonds, and Sai complied, undoing the seal with a hand sign. "I hope this makes up for the present I gave you at first," he mused while unwinding the cords himself; Sakura was sitting up now, back to him, her butt at a slant to keep the pressure on her hole and not let too much trickle out of her. "I haven't forgotten that you punch when you act happy."
Sakura flushed a little at the memory of decking him after he spoke ill of her crush, now boyfriend. How hypocritical of her to condemn his words when her actions were much more meaningful in disrespect. Her arms free, she held them in front of her, rubbing her wrists to held circulation, though the rope hadn't been that tight.
"But I'll need the underwear back, if you don't mind." She looked and saw him holding out his hand. She flushed, told him to turn around – as if modesty could be salvaged between them – and gingerly took them off. She flushed harder at her quim. The moment the underwear had been removed, her satisfied pussy's squeeze ejected the dildo at once; a mess of silicon and her juices flopped out on the bed. She reeked of sex and shame, but passed Ino's underwear back to Sai while tugging her top down to hide herself.
Quietly, she recovered her own panties and tights and slid them on, trying to ignore Sai doing the same at a much more leisured pace. He pulled boxers and trousers on together with a sharp jerk, buttoned them and zipped them. He was clearly more practiced at these encounters than her.
"I believe it is customary," he said, turning to her now that she was dressed, "that I treat you to a meal for your birthday. Perhaps we have done it in the wrong order?" He seemed hopeful that he had made an appropriate joke.
Sakura, in spite of herself, smiled at him. At least she could have a date on her birthday.
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Sakura truly hadn't expected it to happen again, but it did. Something about being treated well by a goodlooking guy had put a weakness into her knees. She clutched his hand after they left the parlor for a parfait dessert and told him that she did not want to go home. He assumed that she meant that they could go somewhere else – "A walk around the Village's scenic parts is usually the custom." – but she skipped a few chapters of the books he learned from and said, with some difficulty and embarrassment, that she wanted to do it again at his place.
No rope, no tantalizing foreplay; just a casual date fuck. He couldn't go in her traditionally, as there was still that rule with Ino-chan, but Sakura seemed fine with it, nodding energetically as she fixed him between her legs and tangled his arms at the back of his neck. He spat on his fingers – the oil was too far to grab – and inserted them. She seemed less put off by it this time, enjoying his digits pumping through her exhausted rear to make room for a more formidable insertion.
It felt all around better this time: her arms free to clutch at him, touch the slight definition of his muscles, caress his balls as he thrust up into her butt. She was situated on the edge of his table, anchoring on his neck while pulling her body back as he wedged himself in and out of her backside. She came twice, and him during her second orgasm. She looked deep into his eyes as he drained into her. On inspection, he looked nothing like Sasuke-kun.
"Happy birthday, Sakura-san," he said lastly before she violated his conduct and kissed him on the mouth.
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"Ah! The birthday girl is home!" Kizashi pranced wide-legged from the sofa after forgoing yesterday's newspaper – for it was cheaper than today's. He held an open-armed stance, laughing jovially, expecting his daughter to reciprocate and hug him instead of brushing by him, muttering that he should control himself. He acted like he didn't hear that, or, more likely, her coldness couldn't make him love her any less. "You must have been busy! We've barely seen you all day!"
Stopping, Sakura's back faced him for a while before she twisted at the waist and brandished a hardy smile. He was too dazzled to notice it was forced. "A little," she told him, struggling to keep her anus clenched, or else soak her panties more with Sai's excess load.
Kizashi threw his head back, guffawing, proclaiming, "Tired of all the boys chasing you?!"
The smile dried up; she looked miserable and tense now, like she was on the cusp of a dangerous secret of hers being exposed. Darn it! She had to try harder to stem the flowing semen. She had hoped to make it to the bathroom to shower. After he'd laid her again, Sakura had been desperate to leave Sai's home to clean up, suddenly fearing a scenario in which Sasuke-kun arrived back to Konoha to give her a birthday surprise.
"N-No," she said, her forced happiness on display, "nothing like that. I-I have Sasuke-kun now."
And Kizashi foolishly agreed, merely stating that a lot of men of Konoha were having their hearts broken every day now.
"Is that you, Sakura? Really, how could you stay out so late when you knew I was getting it ready for you?" Mebuki appeared from the kitchen, holding out a cake with candles that looked like they'd had their wax melting for a while. Despite the inconvenience of the time, she smiled at her daughter as her husband came to embrace and join her in presentation of the birthday cake.
"Happy birthday, Sakura."
Sakura blushed.
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I have a confession to make: the guy who keeps mentioning Naruto's Yang wang... is me. I do it to make it seem like fans are crazy obsessed with Naruto's wang Yang. I realize now that it is childish of me to behave this way... but I'm not going to stop. It's because of my micropenis or something! I'm so insecure and beta!