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Sex Education: Anko Mitarashi Style	By : TheDigger Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 14239 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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"I tried to handle things on my own, and... it didn't work..." said Emi regretfully. "But now, I've made my decision." She took a deep breath and stated, "I want to do the virginity ritual early. With you."
"Very good." Anko grinned. "I only wish that you could have come to this decision when I wasn't in the hospital."
"I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?" Emi winced.
"Relax, I'm kidding." Anko laughed. "Anyway, I should be out of here tomorrow evening, so you won't have too long to wait."
"But, you're still so..." Emi blinked, looking over Anko's injuries.
"Don't worry about me. I didn't make Jounin by sitting in a hospital bed 24/7." Anko chuckled. "I promise you, tomorrow evening, I'll be 100% again. Trust me."
"Alright, that's more than five minutes. Out you go." The nurse said stuffily, pushing Emi out of the room.
"Get well soon, Anko-sensei!" Emi called before the door to her room was slammed shut.

"What is this I've been hearing," The Hokage demanded angrily of Suzume. "About how improperly you've been treating students?"
"Improperly treating...?" Suzume repeated indignantly. "I've done no such thing!"
"At least 200 girls currently enrolled in the ninja academy were taken captive by Daimao's Den last week, yet you've been insisting that it was all a lie." The Hokage growled. "Know this; Daimao's Den HAS returned, whether you choose to believe it or not, and all you're doing by denying the dreadful events those girls have suffered is make them feel more ashamed of themselves than they already are. Such as one Hinata Hyuuga..."
"She... she..." Suzume blathered.
"She was one of those 200 who, where it not for Anko's actions, would have been sold into slavery." Lord Hokage stated sharply. "Yet you say you can 'help' her by deeming her suffering a lie? A 'dream?' Intolerable!"
"But... That riot that broke out hours ago...!" Suzume blurted.
"Those who started it are not the ones in real trouble right now. Whether or not they were in the wrong is of no relevance at the moment."
"I don't understand. I was unaware that those monsters had returned." Suzume begged.
"You did know. You've only refused to accept it yourself." Lord Hokage retorted. "And you've taken this self-denial out on your students, the ones who still bear deep mental scars. Not only is this abuse to your students, but it can also be seen as treason against the village."
"Treason?"
"For as good as your intentions may have been, they are implying that you support Daimao's Den and their actions. In fact, I was to hand you over to interrogation to discover whether or not this is true..."
"No! I have no support for an organization so vile!" Suzume blurted. "I have no intentions against the Leaf Village at all!" She seemed adamant not only to not be handed over to interrogatory torturers, but to not be given to the same people her archrival Anko worked with.
"Be that as it may," The Hokage went on. "I will unfortunately have to punish your actions." Suzume felt as though a heavy brick had dropped into her stomach. "Normally, the price of treason would be banishment from the Leaf Village at worst..."
"No...!" Suzume pleaded, placing her hands over her headband.
"Hand it over." The Hokage ordered. When Suzume refused, he strode forward and snatched it straight off of her forehead. Suzume was simply terrified.
"You're... you're actually... banishing me...?" She gasped.
"No. Not banishment. Reeducation." Lord Hokage stated, stowing the headband in his desk drawer.
"...What?" Suzume blinked.

"Everyone, we have a new student today." Iruka announced at the beginning of his history class. "Please, make her feel welcome." The door to the classroom opened and Suzume stepped up to the teacher's desk, wearing a girl's high school uniform and looking positively humiliated.
"Um, where is she, Iruka-sensei?" Sakura asked blankly when no new student seemed be present.
"Uh..." Iruka sounded quite awkward as he spoke. "Suzume IS the new student."
A stunned silence spread across the classroom, as all the students present stared blankly down at the woman who until now was a teacher at this very academy. Some murmured amongst themselves, confused as to what Suzume was doing as a student. Others were resisting the strong urge to laugh.
"Is this... is this some kind of joke?" Kiba asked, while fighting back a fit of laughter.
"I really wish it were!" Suzume growled.
"No, Kiba. For suspected treason, Suzume has been stripped of her rank as a shinobi of the Leaf Village, which can only be redeemed by re-enrollment in the ninja academy." Iruka explained. "As of today, she is now a first-year student. As confusion passed, the entire classroom burst into laughter.
"Quiet down...!" Suzume shouted, though, no longer being a teacher, her word was allowed to have no impact on the students.
"Everyone, settle down please." Iruka called, the students silencing almost immediately, though most were still holding back laughs. "Suzume, please, pick a seat."
Though, whether because the class was already full, or because no one wanted the bitchy former teacher sitting next to them, Iruka had to retrieve a spare desk and chair from a supply closet for Suzume to use, which was situated in the very front of the room.
"Now, on with today's lesson..." Iruka continued, once Suzume's seating arrangement was out of the way.
"That stupid, boring bitch is now a student?" Kiba muttered, trying as hard as he possibly could not to burst out laughing.
"Can't say she didn't have this coming." Shikamaru smirked with satisfaction.
"Serves her right. For lying about Daimao's Den, AND being so damn boring." Ino giggled.
"This is just humiliating!" Suzume thought irritably. "I already know all of this material." The hour of history class passed by very slowly as she listened to Iruka's history lecture, while small bits of eraser and pieces of balled up paper were pelted at her. She soon found the primary source of the peltings, and threw a skillful warning shot at the student, using her pencil as a kunai.
"Suzume!" Iruka snapped. "We do not throw things in the classroom!"
"But the others were..." Suzume bleated feebly.
"That's no excuse." Iruka stated firmly. "Now quiet down so that we may continue."
"This is going to be a long four years." Suzume groaned as the history lesson dragged on.
"Hey, Hinata. Wanna see something funny?" Naruto suppressed a laugh as he and the other students were dismissed from the history class. He snuck up very carefully behind Suzume and flipped her skirt up, her stripped pink and white panties visible to all the kids in the hall, who laughed as Naruto leapt back before she could find out who did it as she pulled her skirt down firmly over herself with embarrassment, Hinata giggling.
"Naruto, that's perverted." She said seriously, though choking back a laugh.
"Yeah, but you know it's funny." Naruto teased. They shared a laugh as they made their way to Yahiko's taijutsu class.

"It seems that you've forgotten what I told you all yesterday, boys." Yahiko chuckled. "I said that today is for the girls only, so you can go home early."
"But what about the next class?" Naruto blinked.
"Sex ed is cancelled for today, since Anko will be discharged later today." Yahiko smiled.
"But that's just too improper, Yahiko!" Suzume objected as the boys headed home for the day. "You shouldn't let students skip their classes so...!"
"Sorry, but as the teacher, I'm the only one who has say of how I run my class." Yahiko stated, taking some amusement in speaking to the grown woman as though she were as old as her students. "Also, you're to refer to me as 'sensei.'" Suzume gave an annoyed grunt, remembering that she had lost all of her authority as a kunoichi and teacher.
"Now like I said yesterday, we'll be learning counters to kidnapping and rape." Yahiko continued. "Though Anko will teach you all about various anti-rape jutsu, there will be times where you'll be unable to call upon your chakra. And in those instances, you'll need your taijutsu abilities more than ever. Now, despite common misconception, it's always best to avert kidnapping threats hand-to-hand, not by use of weapons or tools, such as kunai."
"Why not?" Ino asked curiously. "I thought those were the best things to have in a fight?"
"That's not always entirely true." Yahiko explained. "Though it may be useful to fight with the aid of a kunai, it does have draw-backs, and in the case of Daimao's Den, those can be pretty big. First and foremost, kidnappers will always be sure they are stronger and quicker than the ones they're trying to kidnap and/or rape. So, the use of a kunai could prove to be dangerous, as it can easily be used against you." Many girls cringed at the thought of being stabbed by kunai they were moments ago using against an enemy threat.
"So then how can you possibly fight off a threat like that?" Sakura wondered. Even at her age, she was stronger than most adults, but she knew it wasn't out of the question for her to be overpowered by non-shinobi.
"For one, males have a certain... weak spot, as you girls no doubt may already know." Yahiko explained, gesturing towards his crotch. "No matter how strong or powerful one may be, it can be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to strengthen a man's testicles to exclude them as a weakness. So, if all else fails, never hesitate to aim a powerful kick down there. Though it's not something to be relied fully upon, and not the only attack that should be used to avert a potential kidnapping. No man would ever let their balls be hurt more than once, so when a hit to the balls is made, use the moment of pain as an opening for another avenue of attack or defense."
"Like what?" Hinata asked.
"Running away is one place to start." Yahiko extrapolated. "The most effective route to avoiding a fight altogether is to lead your attacker into the open, where, if you're in a serious enough bind, you can call for help from the ANBU or other leaf ninja. If ever you're being chased by any enemy, kidnapper or otherwise, never, EVER lead him somewhere disclosed from the public eye."
"But what if running away isn't an option?" Ino queried.
"It almost always is an open option." Yahiko explained. "Though, it doesn't necessarily have to involve running away." Confusion swept the class, even Suzume. "Best case scenario, try to formulate and set up a trap to lead them into. Makibishi spikes and explosive tags are the most effectively simple, since a kidnapper will always try to meet you at point blank range."
"What if we want to avoid fighting entirely?" One student asked. "To avoid being targeted altogether?"
"In that case, you may find the transformation justu to be useful." said Yahiko. "If you can produce a believable disguise, you can typically avoid confrontation from people like Daimao's Den entirely."
"Typically?" Sakura repeated skeptically.
"Sharp as always, Sakura." Yahiko grinned. "There are some former shinobi among the ranks of Daimao's Den, and many advanced ninja can tell the difference between a disguise jutsu and the genuine article, so the transformation jutsu isn't one that should be too heavily relied upon no matter what the situation. There's no 100% guaranteed way to avoid combat. If there were, then we wouldn't have had three global shinobi wars. But of course, as they say, the best shield is not to get hit at all."
"What about... about when your entire body is constricted?" Hinata asked with some level of pain, recalling herself being incapable of moving a muscle of her body during her captivity.
"That's... a much more complicated one..." Yahiko conceded. "There is a technique to break free from that situation, but it's far too complex. Even Jounin have taken years to develop a mastery of it, and even then, it's a jutsu that carries a great deal of risk."
"Why is that?" Hinata gulped.
"Despite common misconception, your body is always producing chakra," Yahiko explained. "techniques that 'drain chakra' only either block off chakra points that prevent chakra from flowing to the rest of the body, or drain a mass majority of the currently produced chakra in your system. Anyway, this technique involves forcing your chakra past that which restricts it, and releasing it in a repulsing shock wave."
"That sounds... impossible." Sakura blinked.
"Extremely complicated and dangerous, yes, but not necessarily impossible." Yahiko corrected. "Truth be told, this ability is something that can only really be mastered, or really even be used, when one is in such a bind."
"What does that mean?" Hinata asked blankly.
"It's... complicated." Yahiko shrugged. "Hopefully, you'll never even need to use such a technique. Anyway, does anyone else have any questions now? We'll start hands-on learning defensive techniques next class. Suzume?"
"Why is so much emphasis being put on combating rapist threats?" The thirty-year-old student asked. "Wouldn't it be best to learn to negotiate against such a threat?" All the girls around her laughed. If Yahiko didn't know Suzume, he would have wondered if she was kidding or not. Though, as he knew without a doubt in the world, Suzume never joked.
"Of course not." He chuckled. "You can't just ask a guy who's about to rape you if you two can sit down and negotiate. Well actually, I suppose you could do that, but he'd probably just laugh his head off at you." Suzume looked indignant as she gave a little huff and turned away. "Like I said, if combat were that easy to avoid, ninja would have far fewer wars between each other than they have. Any other questions?" When nobody spoke up, Yahiko checked his watch. "No? Then you're dismissed. Have fun, and be safe." When Suzume remained rooted to the spot, he blinked up at her. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, there is." She snapped. "I do not appreciate being treated like a child."
"I don't treat my students like children." Yahiko stated. "Most of them are in their final months at the academy, and as such, ready to be treated as adults. You, Suzume, are a first-years student in this academy, so you receive the same treatment as everyone else, regardless of how much older you are than them."
"But this isn't right!" Suzume blustered.
"Right or not, it's the Hokage's orders, and nobody is above his word." Yahiko said matter-of-factly. "You have committed a potential treason to the leaf village, and as such, you are to learn what it means to be a shinobi of the hidden leaf from the beginning. No exceptions. Now, you best run along home. And please, be safe." He turned his back to her as she snarled irritably.

"Anko-sensei?" Emi called, knocking on the front door of her house. There was no response. She peeked through a nearby window to so nobody present. "Anko-sensei?" She knocked again. When there was no answer, she opened the door carefully and stepped inside. "Are you home yet, Anko-sensei?" She knew she wouldn't have been, but she was too eager to meet her sensei to just wait at home until nightfall.
"Anko-sensei lives here?" She mused, looking around the apartment. Though, after knowing her for a year, it didn't really surprise Emi very much that Anko's place would be very untidy, with dirty magazines, beer and sake bottles strewn across the floor, and the couch covered in holes. On top of the coffee table sat a note written in untidy handwriting that Emi at first opted not to read, but after noticing her name at the top, she sat down in a place that didn't have a shuriken sticking out of it, and read;
Hey, Emi!
If you're reading this letter, that means Yahiko delivered this like I told him to, and that you've really grown since I started teaching at the academy. Anyway, I'll be discharged from the hospital at 8:00 tonight, so depending on what time it is you're reading this, don't let yourself get too bored.
Emi found a digital clock on the wall the read 4:12.
Go on down to the basement and make yourself at home down there. Feel free to watch a movie or two if you like, or you could even just play around with some of the toys I have down there.
Emi felt a little confused at this part. Surely Anko of all people must know she's too old for things like toys?
Just whatever you do, please be very careful with the dildos. You're about to have your first lesbian sex tonight, after all.
"Oh, right. Of course." She thought, feeling stupid for thinking Anko was treating her like a little child.
Hope to see you in the mood tonight!
Yours truly sexy, Anko
Emi looked around the apartment, and saw a descending staircase, which she walked down, and opened the door to the most Anko-like room she had ever seen. There was a big screen TV with rows of movies, obviously pornographic, underneath, a wall lined with sex toys, a red heart-shaped bed with a mirror on the ceiling overhead, and bookcases loaded with obviously sexual material. On top of the bed, there was a small gathering of items, accompanied by another note;
These are just a few things to pass the time that I thought you might like. If you're interested in practicing before I get back, these'll come in handy. On the nightstand, you'll find a few 'kissing practice candies.' (consult the book, pg32) Enjoy!
Some of the items in the pile included a book titled "The joys of lesbian sex with a Kunoichi and how to have it," a silicone replica of a vagina, a small mirror, and a short film titled "Suna Slumber Party," which featured a somewhat younger Anko with four sand village kunoichi. On the nightstand, there was a bowl of cherries, which Emi thought to be somewhat confusing. But, she took a couple in her hand popping one in her mouth as she sat down, before she turned the book to page 32 as Anko suggested;
Chapter 3: The Kiss
Before any love can be made, straight of gay, one must always know how to give a sexy, loving kiss. Simple lip contact is simply not enough for the true sexual experience. There are many different exotic kisses, but the most important is the simple French, or deep kiss, which simply involves use of the tongue within the mouth during lip contact. To practice French kisses, try to tie a cherry stem inside your mouth using only your tongue...
Emi suddenly realized, the cherries she had were for kissing practice and not eating, and swallowed the one she was still chewing on, stem and all. With the second cherry, she simply pulled off the stem and put it in her mouth, careful not to swallow it.
She pressed it between her lip and teeth, and worked her tongue aimlessly, unsure how exactly to tie the stem. She took it out, and to her surprise, she did perfect! There was a small knot in the exact center of the cherry stem, just like the book said.
After reading on about exotic sexual kisses and running out of cherries to practice on, she continued on through the book, to:
Chapter 4: The Anatomy of the Vagina
As she read this chapter, Emi took off her pants and panties, Sat only in her top and while holding the book in one hand, she held the mirror in the other, which she angled under her pussy, comparing the reflection in it to the illustrations in the book.
Though this book was intended for adults, and as such illustrated only a woman's vagina, Emi did notice the distinct similarities, as well as the differences, between her pussy and the one depicted in the book. For example, the book's images showed the mature pussy to have a forest of thick pubic hair, where Emi had never grown any hair whatsoever, something the book referred to as 'Paipan.'
Not only did this chapter explore the anatomy of the female genitalia, but it also delved into what made it feel good. Emi even tested each 'sweet spot' herself. She let out a slight moan as she felt the electrifying sensation of pleasure shoot up her body with each soft caress of the spots she played with, guided to each with the book. Some spots were awkward to get to, and some even more difficult to stimulate herself, obviously meant for a partner to stimulate; she'd have to recall them later.
More and more she would touch herself, trying to practice and remember each spot she focused on, to retain each one's position in her mind as her breathing got a little heavier, and laboured as she continued to follow the books instructions repeatedly over and over, driving herself to pleasure, building the pressure inside closer to eruption as she began to hold her breath for short moments, as her legs began to close around her, and she eventually burst with a squeaky yell.
After a few moments to gather her wits Emi closed the book, and set it to one side.

She looked to her fingers, which were now wet, and the juice from her pussy that had stained some of the bed, and blushed to herself, feeling embarrassed.
Looking back at the side table, she recalled the video that was left for her, so, Emi turned her attention to the movie, 'Suna Slumber Party.'
Though the movie was only 30 minutes long, it was one hell of a thirty minutes for Emi.

It started off at in a very alarming way; with an innocent sand village teenage girl, played by Anko, who looked either in her late teens if not her early twenties, being pulled into a back alley.
Emi watched as the teenage Anko was pulled, her screams blocked by a hand over her mouth, and thrown to the ground. Anko seemed afraid, which went against what Emi knew of her brave sensei, and only served to remind her that it was acting. Despite the sight of a women having all her clothes torn from her body as she struggled against several thuggish men, it made Emi think of Daimao's Den, and she was a little uneasy about watching the following scene.
Anko was thrown against a conveniently placed crate, tall enough for her to be bent over it; her arms held down by one of the five men as the first came up, having stripped himself, and entered her from behind, thrusting his large cock in to her pussy and fucking her hard from behind.
One by one the five men each took a turn with raping her, the other four cheering on their friend who fucked the 'victim' Anko. When the fifth was finished, Anko was pulled away and the group moved to an obviously disguised mattress, set up to look like a conveniently placed sheet that had been discarded to the trash.
Once on there, Anko was made to straddle one man, and ride him, while a second took her ass, and she was forced to service the remaining three with her mouth and hands.

Despite it being a 'rape' scene, it was obvious that the teenage Anko wasn't holding back on her 'attackers', and using her skills and effort to suck and jerk them off, as she was fucked in her pussy and ass.
Emi continued to watch her sensei be senselessly, and vigorously fucked for the first 15 minutes of the movie, the latter 5 minutes turning in to a montage of sexual positions and being ejaculated on, and fucked again as a voice over described the 'torture' she was going through by the 'monstrous men' who were abusing her sexually.
When they had fucked her brains out, and in the cover of darkness, they carried her unconscious, naked body far out into the outskirts of the desert village, where she was dumped down a sand dune, her body rolling for a few moments until it came to a stop at the bottom of the steep dune hill, and left for dead.
The narration spoke of how she lay there, unable to move from the aching of what she had been through, and her shattered mind just wanting to die; so she just lay there, the morning spent under the hot sun, partially covered in sand that had been blown over her during the night, and shaded by the steep dune in the evening, until the cool night came.
After two days passed, and when Anko's character had long lost all hope, she felt something pull at her foot, and soon lift her out of the sand that had been blown across her, and had half buried her alive.
She coughed up sand, and looked around to see the three women who rescued her. One was very tall and muscular, with dark skin and gold eyes, one had bright blue hair with a white streak in the front and a playful look about her, and the third had short, boyish black hair and dark red eyes, who had a hard time keeping her eyes off Anko's body.
Emi blinked, wondering where she had seen these young women before. The blue haired one seemed to be the youngest.
Anko's character began to sob with grateful tears as she was given some much-needed water, grabbing the dark-skinned woman tightly, who held her caringly between her breasts, the blue-haired girl patting her on the shoulder, and the red-eyed one taking off her desert robe (which was her only clothing), which she offered to Anko, who gladly accepted it. The three women who helped her explained themselves to be traveling saleswomen who were on their way to the sand village, and offered Anko safe passage back into town. Anko refused, explaining that there was nothing safe about the Village Hidden in the Sand anymore, as women had been reduced to sex slaves for the men there.
Unfortunately, this did nothing to stop the traveling saleswomen from continuing their journey to the sand village, nor did it keep them from bringing Anko along. Nearing the end of their trip to the village, the girls found, to their delight, a desert oasis, where all four girls threw off whatever little clothes they had on and jumped into the cool water, laughing and playfully splashing each other, before the black-haired girl gave Anko a surprising kiss on the lips. Awkwardly, she revealed that she and her friends were actually lesbian lovers. Though they feared it would ruin their friendship with Anko, she too came out of the closet, stating that she feared men highly, and that despite her run-in with rapists, she lied completely about the sand village's horrid nature.
This didn't make either party think anything less of the other, and while still in the water, they began to kiss and fondle one another in very sexual ways.
It was here that Emi couldn't help herself anymore. She had rubbed herself a little through many parts of the movie, watching Anko getting fucked, seeing her pussy, her breasts the look of pleasure on her face that seeped through, the sounds of her moans, but now, she had taken all of her clothes off, legs wide open masturbating in front of the TV as the girls got out of the water, their soaked bodies dripping and shining in the light, Emi's young lesbian mind going wild with fantasy and moaning out as she watched the four women lay down together, kissing, fondling, fingering and licking out, making lesbian love in the sand (though strangely, no sand clung to their wet bodies), Anko giving oral to the blue-haired girl, while scissoring with the red-eyed girl, who was eating the dark-skinned woman out; Oh, how Emi was getting turned on watching her sensei getting it on with other women, so much so, her excitement drove her to a second orgasm fairly quickly, but never sated her sexual desire.
Emi grabbed the silicone vagina left for her, and tried to imitate the scissoring action, although it was a little more awkward to scissor with a piece of silicone than with an actual woman. This was easily one of the first things she wanted to do with Anko when she came back. Unable to scissor, she simply rubbed the fake pussy vigorously against her real one, fondling her clit quickly, rubbing it back and forth, and in circles as her eyes never left the screen.

Emi's mind began to wander a she focused on Anko, on the screen.
"A-Anko-sensei!" she moaned out, quietly at first, as she slowly began to get a rhythm that matched the women on the screen. "Anko… s-s-sensei! AHHHH… s-sensei… AHHH… A-ANKO-SENSEI!" her quiet voice began to groan out louder, her body heating up as she began to yell out for her sensei, desperate for her as her eyes focused only on Anko's body until she came along with the four women on screen.
Tired from their fourway, the girls each gave themselves an affectionate kiss before cuddling together and sleeping under the same blank as the sun set, leaving a cold darkness behind the oasis, the words "The End" forming in the wet sand a wave from the pool formed.

"Well, you look like you've been enjoying yourself down here." Emi jumped as she turned to see the current Anko standing next to the bed. "Pretty fun little movie, wasn't it?" She grinned as the credits rolled by.
"Uh... yeah..." Emi mumbled awkwardly, covering herself. No doubt Anko had seen the awkward lesbian touching herself. "Um... How are you feeling, Anko-sensei?"
"Feeling great." Anko smiled. "And the same for you, it would seem."
"Uh..." Emi fumbled with her words.
"So... are you ready for your big night to begin?" Anko grinned, letting her coat fall to the floor and preparing to take off her skirt.
"Um, I think I'm having second thoughts about this..." Emi backed away nervously, trying to find her clothes.
"No. No second thoughts." Anko stated firmly, grabbing Emi by her foot and dragging her closer to her. "You need to have more faith in your first thoughts. Actually..." She gave her underarm a little sniff. "I could use a little bit of 'freshening-up' time, if you don't mind,"
"No. I actually wanted to freshen up after I finished the movie." Said Emi.
"You seem ready to go as you are," Anko teased, seeing her juices on the bed. "But we can both help each other get sexy together if you want. Oh, and don't worry about your little mess," She added. "That bed was made to be cummed on."

"I can't believe I'm actually in Anko-sensei's bathroom..." Emi thought, bewildered. She was even soaking in her bathtub, while Anko herself was shaving herself of unbecoming hair that had shown up during the days she was in the hospital. Nervous and wanting to make sure her first time with Anko to be perfect, Emi looked over her under developed body thoroughly to ensure that it was ready.
"No unwanted hairs, check. Skin soft and smooth, check. Body hygienic and free of unattractive odor, check..." She gave a quick sniff to the air, which got Anko's attention.
"You feeling alright?" Anko grinned cheekily.
"Y-yeah..." Emi flinched, too caught up in her check list. "I... just..."
"Chill out, kid." Anko laughed. "You need to be more composed. You've been more than ready for this moment for a long time. You just need to learn not to be so nervous all the time." But now that Anko reminded herself, she wasn't supposed to be in teacher mode right now. For tonight, she was to be in lesbian lover mode. "So, how's the water?"
"Uh, great. It's really nice and warm." Emi answered somewhat awkwardly.
"Then how about I join you?" Anko offered, not waiting for Emi's response by simply going ahead and getting in, Emi moving to give space, but falling forward forward, her head falling right into her sensei's boobs.
"Comfy?" The jounin woman laughed. Emi gave a muffled noise as her face remained planted in her sensei's ample breasts, no doubt one expressing how awkward she felt about her situation.
"Yeah, this is pretty... comfortable." Emi said quickly and coyly, with a slight blush as she pulled herself out of her faceful of cleavage and turned away from Anko, sitting in her lap with her face as red as a beet. Silence then fell between them, as they sat in the warm water, Emi looking a little tense to Anko.
"Okay, what's up?" Anko sighed. "You're not having second thoughts again, are you?"
"No. Well... kind of..." Emi stuttered.
"Are you comfortable with being a lesbian?" Anko asked. "In the time I've known you, you've always been so awkward towards me. And I don't need that paper you wrote at the beginning of the year to know how you feel about me. So, do you feel comfortable with being a lesbian?"
"No..." Emi sighed honestly. "You're the first person I've actually told about... what I am."
"Even your mom doesn't know?" Anko blinked. Though it made sense as to why she knew so little about same sex relationships, she had no-one to talk to and nothing to go on before to explain the feelings she had, until Anko had come along, besides the rumours and mean talk from students. "Okay, look. Forget what those brats in school might have told you, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian at all. I'll admit, a lot of porn has left an awkward impression about lesbians to the general public, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're not some sick pervert. You just find that two X's are better than one."
"I suppose..."
"But I didn't tell you to come over for a therapy session in the tub. I told you to come over to have sex. So, if you want to pussy out, now's your last chance. Just know that if you do, your first time may not be as pleasant as you want it to be."
"No." Emi stated determinedly, turning enough to look at Anko. "I'm staying. I love you, Anko-sensei, and I'm here because I want to be."
"That's what I like to hear." Anko smiled wildly, getting out of the tub and pulling a towel on, Emi following her, stroking the towel that she was to use for a moment, before opting against her modesty to drip-dry. "This is a virginity ritual, so we're doing this by the book." Anko stated, taking off her towel and using it to dry Emi's body.
Emi blushed as Anko ran her hands across her body with the towel. Anko smiling as it seemed a little sensual already as Emi wanted to feel Anko's touch.
"Here, wear this." Anko would soon say as she finished, and set a folded white robe on the coffee table as they walked in to the living room.
"What's this?" Emi blinked, staring in awe at the garment as she picked it up and it unfolded; a long white kimono style robe, the fabric thin and soft.
"Those are the robes traditionally worn by young women attending the virginity ritual." Anko explained. "The boys wear similar ones that are black. Go ahead, put it on." She prompted.

Emi did as she was told, feeling a comfortable sensation as the soft fabric of the garment touched her bare skin. "That's actually the robe I wore for my ritual."
"They are?" Emi flushed, her body tingling. "I didn't think there was so much tradition to this. I thought it was just... having sex..."
"Why do you think it's called a 'ritual?'" Anko laughed. "But, yeah, it is a very ceremonial moment. I'll guide you through it." She lit several candles and placed them around the living room, turning off all of the lights. "First, we would draw lots, but since it's just the two of us, we'll skip that part and move onto the speech." She placed one candle on the floor and, Emi sat on her knees as instructed in front of it.
Anko smiled as she stood before Emi. "Tonight, you are all officially shinobi of the Village Hidden in the Leaves." Anko stated in a very important voice. "And in a few minutes, you will walk your final steps of childhood, and your first of adulthood. And then blah blah blah, lip service, lip service, yadda yadda."
Emi couldn't help but laugh at Anko's unexpected break in character, though she was a tiny bit disappointed that she didn't hear the rest of the speech.
"Trust me, it gets really long and boring." Anko told her, knowing Emi was really taking in what little of the speech her sensei had given. "After the speech is done, you stand," Emi did so. "Present the priestess, that's me in this case, with your candle when your name is called, and then blow it out."
Emi nodded in understanding, before Anko resumed her priestess act. "Emi Shiawase."
Emi took a breath and gave Anko her candle. They bowed to one another and as her heart began hammering harder than ever before.
"Young Kunoichi, you are about to walk down the path of womanhood, to shed your childhood, and step forth in to the world." Anko continued. "This candle represents what you are, and the light that guided you down the dark path as the world was slowly illuminated around you. By extinguishing this flame, you signify that you are ready to step forth, to allow your own will of fire to light the road ahead, the road of a woman, of a genin kunoichi." Emi, nodded, and gave a small exhale, extinguishing the tiny flame, and Anko then placed the unlit candle aside and continued.
"Once everyone finishes, you go to your assigned room, which in this case is the basement. I'm being your 'boy' too, so wait a few minutes for me to get down there first." She smiled. "When down there, you discard your robe before entering, and then, that's where the fun begins. Ready?" Emi nodded.
She gave Anko a few minutes after she closed the basement door, before slowly, and nervously, she stepped down the stairs.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Emi whispered to herself, "Tonight, I walk my final steps of childhood. And the next time I exit this door, I will walk my first steps of adulthood."
She slowly pulled open the robe, letting it slip down off of her shoulders; the light material fluttering slowly to the ground, leaving her body completely exposed. With a nervous, shaking hand, she pushed the door open and her face turned crimson as she turned to her left to see Anko lying comfortably and welcomingly on the red, heart-shaped bed, completely nude.
"I'm ready, Anko-sensei." She said simply, trying as hard as she could not to cover her body with her hands. She climbed onto the bed with her sensei, remembering her practice just hours ago.
Emi was trembling nervously, more than ever as she knew. This was the moment she had been dreaming of; the moment she had pleasured herself to thoughts of. She moved as close as she could as she began to lean in closer to her sensei, her eyes slowly closed, and she finally kissed Anko on the mouth with a small soft kiss, before her mouth slowly opened wide, and her tongue poked out, just a little, as did Anko's, pressing together. It felt weird, but Emi continued on, her tongue entering Anko's a little as Anko closed her lips around it, giving it a slight suck, before she did the same with Emi.
Emi was getting more flushed just from that, and continued to repeat the motion, back and forth, slight wet sucking noises filling their ears, before eventually, their kiss deepened, and their tongues entered each other's mouths together, and intertwining, twisting around the other's.
Even though Emi tried to recreate her practice with the cherry stems, Anko took the lead, her tongue pleasuring ever millimetre of Emi's mouth.
Emi was having her very first kiss with the woman she loved more than anyone else, and she felt that no feeling in the world, not even the sex that was about to occur, could feel better than her mouth interlocked with Anko Mitarashi's. She embraced her teacher around the shoulders, her ample bosom pressing against her nearly flat chest, feeling a new arousing sensation as her nipples met with Anko's, and hardening.
"So... soft..." She thought, placing her hands upon Anko's boobs, feeling as much of them as her small hands would let her. Anko could feel Emi's excitement grow, and her body fidgeting in arousal.
Emi's leg moved over Anko's body, as she pressed her body more against Anko's, her crotch pressed against anko's thigh, her fidgeting motions rubbing her, and feeling like she was humping Anko. Emi's body was getting warmer, as she began to kiss Anko even more, desperate with excitement and arousal.
Anko opened her eyes, and knew Emi would cum if she kept acting like she did, and didn't want her first orgasm to be an accident; her shy student didn't need the embarrassment of getting over-excited. Emi faced disappointment when Anko suddenly broke off their long, romantic kiss, and dove below Emi's waist, grabbing her by the hips and planting her mouth into her pussy.
"Ah! Anko-sensei...!" she squealed, her body ablaze with ecstasy as she took back what she thought about the earlier kiss; this was no doubt the best sensation her young body had ever felt.
She wanted to give her own sensei pleasure, to let her enjoy this experience every bit as much as she was, but the awkward lesbian only found herself completely unable to resist moaning out or even move beyond the occasional involuntary buck of her hips. Her hands clamped at the sheet beneath her as she moaned out, her back beginning to arch as the surge of desire built up more and more. However, in just moments, the tsunami of pleasure that coursed through her body ground to a halt.
"W-why did you stop?" Emi blinked, already breathing heavily, as Anko readjusted her position.
"Sorry, I know you were enjoying yourself, but I gotta ask you to pleasure me too for a moment." The sex ed teacher said huskily, laying in a provocative pose with her legs outstretched, her pussy on full display.
Emi nodded and, remembering the film she had watched almost an hour ago, grabbed Anko's breasts, twiddling one of her nipples with one hand, and giving the other a lick. She wondered why or even if women's nipples seemed to be sensitive enough for sexual arousal; She had tried it on herself and felt no pleasure from it at all. Anko, however, showed very clear signs of pleasure from this act, giving small but audible moans, and relaxing yet her body slightly undulated to the rhythm of her stimulation.
"Ooh... very good, kid." Anko said through waves of pleasure. "For your first time at that, you're pretty good."
"Sensei, I have to ask." Emi wondered, breaking her pattern of sexual stimulation, though her hands still feeling Anko's lovely boobs. "It seems to feel good when I do that to you…" She rubbed her sensei's nipple. "But I don't feel like that when I do that to myself. Why is that?"
"When your tits start developing, you'll see." Anko answered. "Go on, continue." Emi smiled, nodding to Anko as she turned around, mounting Anko in a 69 position, before she began stroking her sensei's pussy. The entrance to moisten from Emi's touch; her lessons from the book paying off quite well, and to Anko's pleasure.
Emi looked at the juices, and bit her lip, as she prepared for the next stage. She wondered about its taste before she dove in and kissed Anko's vagina. She expected it to taste incredibly nasty, but then felt ashamed for thinking so. Her tongue slid across the pink flesh as her fingers spread the pussy lips, teased her clit, and lightly penetrated the hole as she lapped at Anko's juices, kissing it as though it were her mouth. Anko let out a moan, as she felt Emi work; her lessons had paid off rather well.
"Ahhhh... alright, stop. Stop!" Anko moaned, not wanting to cum yet. "Stop!"
"What is it, sensei?" Emi blinked, looking up and not really caring that her face was covered in Anko's natural lubricant.
"Ever wonder why cumming is sometimes called 'climaxing?'" Anko smirked, turning Emi back around and interlocking her legs around Emi's so that their genitals touched. "Well, you're about to find out. That's right, I knew you wanted to try scissoring." She added with a little laugh at Emi's excited yet questioning expression.
Emi shyly blushed as Anko grabbed her leg and slid slowly back and forth, rubbing together. Emi gasped as she began to feel the waves of pleasure return to shooting through her body, and almost instinctively Emi imitated Anko's action, grabbing a hold on her leg and thrusting in the opposite direction as her sensei, adding ecstasy on a whole new level to both parties.
Emi breathed heavily, she felt so hot, her body, along with Anko's showing a few beads of sweat already appearing on their skin. Anko used her other hand to pull Emi in closer, kissing her deeply with their tongues dancing together, as their hips slowly moved faster. Emi's breathing becoming laboured to the point she couldn't hold the kiss for fear of suffocation, and as she broke away, she feel back, laying down as Anko continued to fuck the young lesbian kunoichi.
Faster and faster, Anko moved her hips, stimulating Emi's pussy with her own. Pushing harder, as the young lesbian's body began to rock back and forth, her near flat breasts having enough to them to even jiggle.
Emi clung to the sheets, her hands in fists as her moans grew louder as Anko grew more intense with her young lover.
Emi's mind was spinning, filled with so many emotions and thoughts; happiness, sadness, fear, desire, all spun in her mind. Happy with sharing her body with her love, Anko, and the pleasure it brought. Sadness because soon their bond would end, and the coming gap between her orgasm, and the next time they would be as they were that moment. She was afraid of the growing pressure in her body, knowing something was building, feeling like it was going to explode, and in not knowing what this sensation was or what it was going to do. But, with all this, her desire for Anko only built. How could she ever give this up after feeling so good? Oh, how she wanted Anko more and more, wanting her to move faster, to give her more and more pleasure!
And while her mind span in a confusing swirl of feelings, her mouth was vocally calling out "ANKO!" over and over followed with "MORE!" and "OH GOOOOOODDD!"
Anko smirked as she worked Emi; she was completely at her mercy, sexually, and Emi didn't care, but after a short time, she cried out "Anko-senseiiiiii!" and her body tensed up, arching and holding position as her teeth clamped shut from an intense orgasm, her body twitching as it remained in place, her mind gone blank from the sheer overload the climax had given her. Anko also came, and held her pussy tight against Emi's for a moment as juices squirted out from them both, mixing together, but Anko soon swooped in, catching her ejaculant in her mouth and swallowing.
When Emi's orgasm finally subsided her body loosened and she fell back onto the bed, completely drained of energy, a satisfied smile across her face.
"There's that smile I've been waiting for." Anko thought as she gave her student a moment to rest before finishing the ritual.

"Sorry." Emi panted, sitting up at last.
"Don't sweat it." Anko shook her head. "I wanted to break your hymen, but we have an especially fun little lesson coming up involving them, and I didn't want to exclude you from the fun."
"Is there anything more to the ritual?" Emi asked, though she knew the fun part was over.
"Just a little," Anko shrugged. "But you're allowed to rest for a little while until you're ready."
"I think... I think I'm ready now." said Emi, standing. Though her heart was still hammering inside her chest and her body felt hot and weary from sexual intercourse, she felt like a completely new kunoichi, as though Anko had given birth to a new woman. She was about to put the robe back on as she approached the stairs, but Anko told her,
"You still need to be naked for this last part." So Emi left the robe at the foot of the stairs which she ascended to join Anko, who had pot of tea and a cup placed on the coffee table.
"Lastly, the priestess pours a cup of tea," She continued, filling the cup as she spoke. "And after she takes a drink," She sipped quietly from the cup. "She turns it just slightly like so, and it's drank from by the girl on the furthest end of the row, turned just like before, and so on in that pattern until everyone's had a drink." She handed the cup to Emi, who drained what little was left in it, and returned it to Anko.
"Normally, there would be more in the cup, but again, it's just the two of us." Anko explained. She returned to her priestess voice and recited,
"The tea is shared, so you each taste from the same cup as the one next to you. And just as you have formed new bonds today, this cup, from which you have all shared, signifies that while we are separate, we all share in life, and are forever connected. You are the next generation shinobi." She then gave a bow, which Emi returned.
"Now what?" Emi wondered after a moment of silence.
Anko shrugged. "From here on, events just kinda run their own course, but for the most part, the virginity ritual is over. So, you're free to leave now."
"Uh... what should I wear?" Emi wondered.
"Why do you ask that?" Anko blinked.
"I feel like I should wear something of significance now that I've finished." Emi shrugged. "Either some other robe or... or something..."
"You could just head home naked." Anko teased, laughing. Her heart leapt when she heard her front door open and saw Emi step out in her birthday suit. "Wait a second, I was just kidding!"
"I know." Emi acknowledged. "I think it's a good idea." And she jumped onto a nearby rooftop headed home.
"Kid, no, Emi... you've really grown..." Anko smiled, looking off into the distance where Emi's silhouette could distantly be seen in the light of the moon.

"Emi? What happened! Why are you naked?" Emi's mother gasped, worried as her daughter stepped through the door without a thread of clothes on.
"Mom..." Emi breathed nervously. She didn't care anymore that she was nude. "Tonight, I've decided to take the virginity ritual that will be required of all shinobi at graduation early."
"Very good." Her mother smiled admiringly. "Who was your partner?"
"It was..." This was the tough part. Coming out of the closet. "It was Anko Mitarashi." Her mother looked impressed, but Emi interpreted it as shock. "Mom, I love women. I have for a long time. And now, I'm not ashamed." To her surprise, her mother actually knelt down and hugged her.
"I'm so proud of you, Emi." She said.
"Mom? You... you knew?" Emi blinked.
"Of course." Her mother giggled. "When you were little, you always blushed at the cute girls in your class. I'm not surprised at all that you had your first time with Ms. Mitarashi."
"Oh..." Emi muttered awkwardly. She was expecting a rather different reaction than this. "Well, thanks, mom." Just then, a thought occurred to her. "Mom, could you make something for me?"
"After how proud you've made me tonight Emi, you deserve anything you want."

The next day...
"Hm?" Anko blinked as she heard a knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone tonight, not even any of her fuck buddies. As she answered the door, she was stuck between a laugh and a gasp at who stood in the doorway, and what she was wearing. "Emi?"
"Do you mind if I... spend a little time with you tonight, Anko-sensei?" Emi stood before her in clothes almost identical to Anko's, except that the skirt she wore was lengthened to her knees, and she had a shorter jacket rather than a full trench coat.
"Where did you get clothes like those?" Anko asked, greatly amused.
"Mom made them last night." Emi shrugged. "They're the first clothes that I wanted to wear as an adult."
"That's right. She is a very good tailor, isn't she?" Anko grinned. "Alright, so what do you want to do?"
"Would you mind if we went down into the basement?"
To Be Continued...
Special thanks as always to Cloud Link Zero for permission to use Yahiko, and to MattWilson83 for his help proofreading. See you all next chapter!
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