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Boss' Girl
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
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Behind the Ichiraku
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            “Please, Sakura-chan~!”
            Sakura squirmed, casting a glare back at her blond teammate from over her shoulder. “No!” she barked for the umpteenth time. Yet, despite how many times she denied it, Naruto would not take away from her. She loved and hated being taken from behind when Naruto fucked her; the pros were that it felt heavenly and gave her a thrill of being dominated, while the con was how Naruto became rather explorative and bold. True, she was curious about anal sex, and there were times when – in the heat of the moment – she allowed his wandering fingers to probe her there, but whenever he attempted to insert his dick past the area only his fingers had trod, Sakura refused. It was hard enough to relax with his fingertips brushing around that hole, but when his large cockhead tried to bust through, the discomfort was too much and she refused his entry.
            Now was one of those times when Naruto was being difficult. She tightened when she felt the blunt head nuzzle her rear entrance. His shaft was thoroughly coated in her juices, which gave some lubricant. However, even when they tried proper lubrication before, Sakura immediately banished him from her back entrance with wails of pain. He was loath to retreat, but he wasn’t about to push his luck with the arrangement he had with her. It was tough enough to convince her to come to his apartment.
            Sakura did not ignore the look of disappointment on her lover’s face, but she wasn’t about to let him wreck her. Maybe some other time; maybe they could use toys to gradually get her used to penetration back there. “Just do it normally,” she grumbled embarrassedly, shoving half of her face in Naruto’s pillow. Neither of them had reached completion yet, and she wasn’t about to go home and quench her lust with a poor substitution with her fingers. Times like this, she felt like an Inuzuka in heat, and Naruto was fucking her just the way she loved it. If not for the impressive size of his dick, she probably would’ve been insisting that he take her anal virginity.
            It wasn’t a very adventurous request on Sakura’s part, but Naruto was happy to oblige. With her muscle training with Tsunade, she always felt so tightly wrapped around him. “Alright,” he breathed, his smile broadening across his face as he amended the aiming of his cock to the juicy folds between her separated thighs. Both vocalized their pleasure when he slowly pushed his head through, letting the sense of insertion drag out. He remembered one time how Sakura – in the wild throes of passionate sex – cried out how much she loved it when he entered her.
            Five inches in, and two and a half more to go. Yes, for her, this was heaven. She could feel pressure against the entrance of her uterus, but she had become accustomed to the feeling, transforming the discomfort to pleasure. Biting her lower lip after telling Naruto to hurry, she awaited the final plunge most anxiously…
            Knock!! Knock!!
            The rapping on the front door had both ninja suddenly alert; the sudden rush had Naruto twitching furiously inside of her, as if to deposit his seed in mere moments. Well, she wasn’t about to have him gush into her without warning due to his carelessness. As quickly as she could – although reluctantly – she moved off of his length and distanced herself from her lover. Again, the someone at the door knocked, this time shouting to get the attention of the resident.
            “Naruto-nii-chan!”
            Konohamaru?! What was he doing here?! Whatever the reason, Sakura reached quickly for her neatly-folded clothes set atop Naruto’s dresser; even in the throes of lust, she knew better than to let her attire lay on the messy floor, not after she saw bugs creeping around in the empty ramen cups lying about. How she wished she could bring Naruto to her own clean room to fool around, but her father was rather nosy, especially at night, probably because he didn’t want her doing exactly what she was doing right now.
            When she pulled on her top, a hand caught her wrist. “Wait, Sakura-chan,” blubbered Naruto, who was not making any effort to get dressed. When she looked at him, he gestured to his throbbing erection. “What about this?”
            “Put it away,” she snapped at him, which of course disappointed the boy. The denied climax was painful, and he’d probably complain about blue balls later to his friends later. If he thought that she wasn’t equally frustrated by this interruption, he was wrong. Her hot core throbbed with the need for completion, and if it weren’t for Konohamaru banging on the door as if he would knock it down, she would have ridden him until he was spurting like a geyser. Well, they’d just have to put up with it for now; not like she didn’t feel dissatisfied and embarrassed as she pulled up her panties and spandex up to her gooey crotch.
            Muttering something about how his annoying apprentice had the worst timing possible, Naruto used some tissue to dab up as much of Sakura’s essence from his sex as possible. What a shame that he couldn’t have finished up… Tugging on his boxers and pants and throwing on a dark t-shirt, he hurried to the door while Sakura hastily prepped herself in the mirror, fretting over how her bangs stuck to her forehead due to perspiration.
            Naruto cringed with each knock on the door, each one piling up as a migraine. He wondered if he’d be able to restrain himself from pounding his number one disciple over the back of his head for disrupting his session with Sakura. Pulling the chain from its lock and turning the latch of the doorknob, he practically threw the door open and glared daggers at the Third Hokage’s grandson, Sarutobi Konohamaru.
            Despite the intensity of Naruto’s apparent frustration, the eager youth was looking quite pleased. “Naruto-nii-chan,” he chirped excitedly. “Are you busy?”
            Naruto sucked his teeth irritably, but answered no just the same. “I was just going to have some ramen,” he said.
            “Then let’s go get some Ichiraku!” cheered the younger boy, thrusting his fists up in the air. “I just got paid for a mission, and I can treat tonight!”
            Naruto’s eyes lit up and he almost could’ve sworn he finished up where he and Sakura had left off. “All-you-can-eat?!” he blurted out expectantly.
            The eagerness on Konohamaru’s face diminished greatly, for he knew of his idol’s boundless ramen-appetite and had heard legends of how Iruka-sensei was left begging in the streets for cash after Naruto ate an entire hole through his savings. Shoving a hand in his pocket to thumb the wad of bills that would hardly be enough for five bowls, he swallowed hard and amended Naruto’s question with a feeble “A lot less than that, Nii-chan.”
            It was still a free meal, so Naruto couldn’t complain. He hopped to action and looked for his usual sweater, finding it thrown hastily over the chair at his small table. Next, he searched for his headband. As he scrambled around like a goon, Sakura emerged from the other room, satisfied with her appearance, though she probably looked a little more flushed than normal.
            “Sakura-nee-chan!” Konohamaru’s features brightened ten-fold when he saw the pink-haired vision of loveliness. When she looked over at him, she put on a forced smile and greeted him. “Nee-chan! Nee-chan!” he chanted twice before extending the invitation for her to join him and Naruto at Ichiraku. “I just completed a tough mission!” he proudly boasted, though tracking a fat lady’s cat was hardly a challenge, even to genin.
            The offer was generous, but Sakura hesitated. She wasn’t entirely sure if the boy remembered their little romp two weeks prior – as he showed signs of memory loss after she decked him – but she had a perfect recollection of her seducing him and him taking full advantage. Luckily, after his impulsive moment of injecting her with his seed, her contraceptive jutsu proved itself reliable; no new additions to the Sarutobi and Haruno families any time soon.
            “Found it!” declared Naruto, holding his prized headband over his head. He headed for the door, catching Sakura’s wrist to drag her along as well. “Let’s go, Sakura-chan! It’s free ramen, ‘tebayo!” Without much say in the matter, Sakura allowed herself to be treated to some ramen.
            Konohamaru was ecstatic that Sakura accepted his invitation. His heart throbbed within his chest, for although he had suffered from scattered recollection, he knew of what had transpired between him and Sakura in the hospital. He glimpsed her chest, and while her clothes were a bit on the modest side, he vividly remembered rolling his tongue over the hard, pink peaks. They were so stiff, unlike the tender, yielding flesh of the rest of her breasts. And how her juices flowed over his lips to taste…
            “Gah...” Dazed from the memory of toying with Naruto-nii-chan’s girl, Konohamaru gurgled and let his head drop back while smiling whimsically with a bit of spittle running down the corner of his mouth. His idiotic state left him open for Naruto to knock his brow, complaining about taking too long standing around and looking like a loon.
            As always, Naruto was more excited than anyone as he marched ahead of the others, linking his fingers behind his head. Behind, Konohamaru felt his pulse quickening. Danger and longing made his blood pump hotter than normal, his fingers twitching uneasily and uncontrollably. He was not some suave Don Juan, after all, so he was understandably nervous when standing so close to the girl – or woman, in his eyes – that accepted his virginity. Already, his pants were feeling a bit too snug due to a lack of self-control. Blood left his brain, leaving himself vulnerable to the primal urges of a man. When fogged with arousal, stupid and uncouth ideas seemed perfectly logical and would be well-received.
            It was their first time meeting after the hospital, due mostly to Sakura actively avoiding the boy. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea and try calling on her whenever he wanted. If it could’ve been helped, she would’ve declined going to the Ichiraku tonight. A sidelong glance was given to Konohamaru, and sure enough, he was glancing right back. If they were alone, she’d probably slam him against the nearest wall and lay out the law between them. She was not a floozy and what happened between them was on a whim of hers, nothing more.
            She narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy. It seemed he was feeling quite cozy around her to have closed the distance between them. Their hands were less than an inch from touching, and Sakura felt that a finger might link with one of hers. Someone was having delusions of grandeur to think that he could be so brazen with her. His discrete glances at her – usually focused at her budding chest – were probably not as subtle as they should be.
            Seething softly when his glimpses became more frequently, she tightened her fist at her side. While still moist in the groin from an unsuccessful end to her arousal, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to be ogled by a little brat who had the privilege of being used by her. This meal wasn’t about to turn into some secret date for them, and she needed to let him know that.
            Konohamaru yelped when the hair at the back of his head was suddenly clasped in Sakura’s mighty fist. His scalp would tear off before her fist could be removed, so he kept his head as still as possible while his limbs flailed urgently. The commotion didn’t go ignored by the one leading the trio, but when he turned around to see just what was going on, Sakura was waving at him, telling him to go on without them so that she could have a quick word with Konohamaru.
            Naruto quirked an eyebrow, but shrugged off the incident as nothing. “Konohamaru probably was about to play a trick on Sakura-chan,” he guessed with a grin. Ah~, his disciple still had a lot of growing up to do if he planned to follow in Naruto’s footsteps to greatness.
~~~
            Konohamaru yelped when his feet left the ground and his back was shoved up against a wall. This little excursion wasn’t exactly turning out as he’d planned, even if he and Sakura were alone. He held onto the powerful girl’s wrist, flailing and grunting, hoping she wasn’t going to induce an amnesia-inducing punch to make him forget what had transpired between them not long ago. Luckily, her other hand hadn’t balled into a fist.
            “You need to get something straight, Konohamaru,” she murmured, her face somewhat flushed. She didn’t want to cause a scene and possibly have a passerby hear something juicy and embarrassing. She pressed in closer so that she could speak softer. “What happened in the hospital; that was a one-time thing.”
            Konohamaru gulped and nodded quickly.
            “I don’t want you getting any funny ideas about us,” she went on with a fiery aura to match her temper. “If you were planning anything perverted…” She had to stop there, for proof of Konohamaru’s intentions was already prodding her stomach. Both she and Konohamaru glanced down at the tent that had formed at the front of his trousers. Pursing her lips, she glared at Konohamaru.
            “It’s not my fault!” exclaimed the weak boy. “I was just…” His voice lowered embarrassedly. “Thinking about it…” His fingers fiddled with each other, and it was quite apparent where his mind was wandering now. Sakura could only guess how often those events played in constant rotation in his mind when he was alone behind locked doors. After catching Naruto numerous times with a magazine laid out in front of him, she was well-aware of the kinds of activities boys like this had to occupy their time and hands. “It felt really good,” he told her.
            Sakura sucked on her lips. “What?” She almost had to double-take from his declaration.
            Grinning goofily, Konohamaru went on, “Nee-chan was so nice. You’re so soft inside. Gack!” He found his throat compressed underneath Sakura’s grip. She looked more flustered than angry now.
            “Don’t say weird things like that,” she blurted out. She strangled him a bit longer before taking her hand away to resume clutching the muffler around his neck. It was difficult to try to ignore the small, prodding object against her abdomen. In comparison to Naruto, he was a tiny thing, yet he was still able to make her cum with it. “It… it was just a one-time thing,” she mumbled, though she sounded like she was speaking to herself.
            “But… but,” the boy stammered, looking pleadingly at her. “I thought that you would teach me more! I need to catch up with Naruto-nii-chan!”
            The mention of his idol forced the pink-haired kunoichi to take pause. What if the dolt of a disciple told his mentor of his little incident with Sakura? It wouldn’t end well, though Sakura was just thinking of Konohamaru’s wellbeing; she could handle herself, but Konohamaru would probably be mercilessly pummeled underneath an endless barrage of Rasengan. Good thing Naruto fainted when he walked in on the Third’s grandson pounding her from behind; he’d forgotten the whole incident, though Sakura wasn’t entirely sure if he remembered fornicating with Ino.
            The mere memory of Ino-pig riding her lover made Sakura bristle with rage, unknowingly punishing Konohamaru by pressing her fist even harder on his throat until it was difficult for him to breathe. Only when he gasped out her name did she come to her senses and loosen her grip.
            “Konohamaru, you can’t tell Naruto about what happened,” she told him. She held a daunting finger at his face to emphasize. “He cannot find out about it.” Her relationship with the Fourth’s progeny may have been a bit unclear, but she wasn’t about to ruin what they had – though technically, it was Naruto who drove her to be unfaithful… but let’s save the technicalities for the technicians…
            “But I thought you said he’d want me to learn from…” His mouth was quickly slapped shut behind Sakura’s strong palm. She looked anxious, and it took a moment or two for Konohamaru to realize his advantage. The moment the hand came away from his mouth, his sly grin spread; it wasn’t a look Sakura was pleased to see. “Alright, Sakura-nee-chan. I get it.”
            Sakura was not happy with his obvious tone, though his intentions were even more blatant when he pressed his crotch against her. Lest she wanted to enter a barter that she would obviously lose when things were in the boy’s favor, she allowed his vulgar motions of bumping against her body to stimulate his erection.
            Despite her frustration, her core throbbed, and she mentally cursed the fates that left her unsatisfied with Naruto. If they had cum before Konohamaru came knocking, her head would’ve been completely clear, and she would’ve kicked the kid’s testicles up to his throat for having such perverted thoughts. As she was now, however, she only felt exhilaration from having such a young cock rubbing her abdomen.
            A deep glower crossed her face when she brazenly pressed forward, mashing the bulge in between their bodies. Konohamaru shuddered with elation at the feeling of his cock being compressed. Was she taunting him, daring him to react like a pervert would, or was this her was of intimidation? “Just keep it in your pants for now,” she warned before pulling away swiftly, letting him plop down on the ground. Her green eyes glanced briefly at his groin, and he could’ve sworn he saw a smirk lift her mouth. As she walked out of the alley with a bit too much swagger – particularly in the sway of her hips – Konohamaru grinned mischievously. He wasn’t one to quit easily, and he chose to believe that Sakura’s threats weren’t entirely sincere. He was sure that dinner would be interesting, but perhaps what came after would be the true highlight of the night…
~~~
            “What took you guys so long?” mumbled Naruto through the side of his mouth. He couldn’t have waited and ordered his first bowl of ramen before Konohamaru and Sakura even showed up. Already, he was halfway done with the first bowl. He patted the stool next to him with a smile, offering it to Sakura. That suited Konohamaru fine. If it were anyone else joining them, he would’ve chosen to pop a squat next to his idol, but since it was Sakura, he elected to sit next to her at the end of the counter.
            Sakura settled down in the seat, though she jutted a little when Konohamaru’s hand ghosted across the side of her thigh. However, when she shot a glare at him, he was playing innocent; she was unable to tell if he actually meant to touch her. She’d excuse the contact, so long as it didn’t happen again.
            Ayame welcomed the two new guests and set a helping of ramen in front of both of them. “Enjoy your meal,” she chirped before turning around to help her father clean the dishes. Teuchi, as always, was absorbed in his work, and since it was unlikely that anymore customers would show up soon, he scribbled on a little notepad with new ideas for new recipes.
            Staring down at the meal before her, Sakura had to admit it looked very good, but she lacked the appetite to fully enjoy it. She picked up her set of chopsticks and broke them in twain. With the utensils in hand, she prodded the abundant noodles, shifting around the ingredients. Her mind wandered as did her eyes, catching a glimpse of the boy next to her. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, but he hardly seemed concerned with his food. The most enjoyment he seemed to get out of it was poking distractedly at it. It seemed like a waste since he was the one paying for the meal, but he didn’t seem to care. Sakura could guess what was on the little perv’s mind…
            “Sakura-chan…” She almost leapt when she felt Naruto’s breath on her ear as he leaned towards her. “After dinner, we should go back to my place again.” She felt his hand dragging sensually over her thigh. Did he really have to provoke her arousal to further cloud her judgment? His touch gave her goose-bumps, which inevitably had the tips of her breasts poking boldly against the front of her vest. They wanted attention, but it was all she could do not to start groping herself then and there.
            Sensing that he had her worked up beyond option, Naruto sat back with a smirk and continued his feast. She wouldn’t refuse him, not when so hot with arousal. He himself was pitching a tent in his trousers, and it was hard to manage, but still… free ramen!
            Little did Naruto know, his preparations were soon to backfire. If he had even an inkling of Konohamaru’s feelings, he would’ve distanced Sakura from him and wouldn’t have riled her up so much. Now she was vulnerable and receptive to what she could normally resist. Hoping to distract herself and calm down, she began to consume her ramen, but the food tasted bitter. Nonetheless, she ate her mouthful, but that was all she could manage in her state. Looking over at Konohamaru revealed that he wasn’t doing any better with his food, but he seemed less worried about eating. When he turned to her with that annoying smirk, she immediately turned back to her meal and forced herself to seem like she had an appetite.
            The farce couldn’t be kept up for more than one and a half mouthfuls. Her stomach felt compacted and queasy, but not in a sick way; more in an unsettling way. She hadn’t eaten since her early lunch, yet she couldn’t finish even half of a bowl of the Fire Country’s best ramen.
            She poked her chopsticks deep into the noodles before she felt it: five fingers too small to be Naruto’s creeping along her left thigh, sifting underneath the front flap of her skirt. Her emerald eyes glanced down as Konohamaru’s touch trekked brazenly towards her crotch. Anticipation welled within her, though she knew it would’ve been wise to discretely swat him away, whisper a threat in his direction, and then try to act like nothing was wrong and wait for Naruto to have his fill of ramen before taking her back to his place to satisfy her. Unfortunately for him, though, Konohamaru had plans to beat him to the punch.
            Sakura did not know what possessed her not to end the advancement, but it was too late to have anything done when Konohamaru’s fingertips pressed against her groin. “Uhn…” Sakura’s back arched forward, her shoulders hunching forward. The bold brat scratched the material of her spandex pants, pressing against the moist heat underneath the thin fabric. The motion was eager, but clumsy, intent to explore vaguely familiar territory. His entire body was frozen, all concentration put into the movement of his digits.
            As Konohamaru fumbled around underneath her skirt, Sakura elevated her right knee in an effort to keep the motions concealed, though Naruto’s eyelids had closed blissfully as he slurped up the ramen. Living in blissful ignorance; it was something that other people could take advantage of if played right. With the proper distraction, Sakura could be gangbanged by the Raikage and his posse in the next room, and Naruto would be none the wiser.
            She swallowed another grunt in response to Konohamaru’s thumb pressing her clitoris like a button. He remembered this nub vividly from before and focused zealously on teasing it. Damned brat… As shameful as it was, Sakura separated her thighs a bit more for easier access, and Konohamaru was quick to purge the juncture. For the most part, he made not a sound beyond the occasional, lustful groan that almost was loud enough to be heard over the constant rummaging of Ayame and her father and the bubbling of their latest brew. Sakura lifted her left hand up to her mouth, opened her mouth a little, and then bit down hard on the side of her index finger, hoping to keep herself from making too much noise with her mewling moans.
            “C’mon, Sakura-chan! Eat!” Naruto offered, patting her shoulder so suddenly that she felt her heart lunge, believing that she had been caught allowing something to go on underneath her skirt. Even Konohamaru was smart enough to make a swift withdraw, his hand quickly picking up his chopsticks and forcing some noodles in his mouth. Good thing he was now wise enough to know that Naruto catching him with his hand in Sakura’s ‘cookie jar’ wouldn’t end with a congratulatory pat on the back.
            The absence of fingers at her drenched pussy left Sakura with a mixed feeling of relief and yearning. Unconsciously, her hips ground subtly over the stool, but there was little to no real stimulation. She kept her appearance, though, smiling at Naruto with a polite fondness that she usually showed to Lee. “Alright.” What she couldn’t mask, however, with the crimsoning of her cheeks and the trickles of perspiration that had begun to run from her brow. Naruto was too absorbed by his food to notice, but Ayame took only a solitary gander at Sakura and knew that something was amiss. None of her affair, the chef’s daughter figured; maybe the pink-haired kunoichi was just feeling a little under the weather. It’d be a lie if Ayame said she didn’t find some satisfaction in Naruto-kun’s girl’s ill condition…
            Sakura huffed as though she was exhaling steam. Her whole body was quivering uncontrollably, no matter how she tried to suppress it. Even her medical training wasn’t much help against the furious flow of adrenaline. It was a hassle even to pick up her chopsticks, though the chore was actually slurping down some more ramen. Again, it tasted bitter, but she swallowed nonetheless.
            She took her time plucking at the next mouthful to be ingested. She stretched the noodles, dabbed them in the broth, and then observed them. No one else was watching them, so when her left hand was picked up off the counter and pulled towards Konohamaru’s groin, there was a certain cockiness to the young boy. Sakura didn’t really react when she felt her palm fill with the bulge of a boy’s excitement; she coolly just tried to eat some more ramen, letting Konohamaru do as he wished with her hand. He curled her fingers to make a fist around his tent and then pumped against the hollow. It was hardly pleasurable, but it was more the thought of what they were doing that he enjoyed. Already, the cloth stretching over the head of his penis was damp with gooey pre-cum. If this kept up, he’d soon find that the small wet spot would become considerably larger and harder to clean up when he got home.
            Chopsticks were suddenly set down, and all eyes turned to Sakura when she abruptly stood up. She was still for a moment before turning to Naruto with a smile. “I’m not all that hungry,” she admitted, her voice somewhat shaky. The trembling of her digits and the wobbliness of her legs went unnoticed. “I think I’ll head home now.”
            “I’ll go too!” Konohamaru suddenly and enthusiastically cheered, going so far as to lift up from his seat during a hand-raise. It wasn’t what Sakura was expecting; she was content to just slink out of this awkward situation, head home, and tend to herself with her fingers. It wasn’t as satisfying as Naruto’s cock, but it was at least a way to keep her out of trouble. Too bad Konohamaru had other plans.
            Naruto glanced down at the two bowls, noting that they had both hardly been touched. He pointed and said, “What about your food?”
            “Nah, I’m not hungry,” the boy blurted out hastily, rubbing the back of his head with a wide flush. “And it’s kind of late.”
            Naruto mused on the response. It must’ve been nice to have parents who cared enough to set a curfew. He smiled at Konohamaru and winked. “Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow for training, dattebayo!”
            “Right!” Konohamaru honestly couldn’t care about the morning when he was still raging hard in his pants, and the fact that Sakura hadn’t bolted for home assured him that there was going to be something wonderful to be gained.
            However, just as the boy pivoted, Naruto caught him by the scarf. When Konohamaru turned around, Naruto faced him with an open hand and a dead-serious expression. “The ramen” was all the blonde said, and it was clear what he wanted. Well, having some time alone with Naruto’s girl was well-worth the price of a few ramen bowls. He practically threw the cash at Naruto, but didn’t want to cause a disturbance. Snickering at his ‘victory’, Naruto told Teuchi to ready a fresh batch of miso ramen.
            Konohamaru could’ve hurried Sakura out of the shack quicker only if he latched both hands on her vest and rushed out with her. She looked to be suffered a migraine, setting the side of her head against her raised hand. There was no way to avoid it; she was hot and horny, and Konohamaru was a willing partner. “Are we going to your house?” chirped the young boy, who was practically drooling with excitement. Couldn’t he control himself while Naruto was still within considerable earshot?
            Sakura scowled at the notion of Konohamaru being the first boy to fuck her in her own bed. True, it might’ve been easy to slip the lad by her mother and father; they were unlikely to believe that she had any immoral intentions with a boy so young. Kizashi would only put up warnings when Naruto was involved. He jested a lot with the boy, but Naruto felt particularly uncomfortable when a condom was slipped into his pocket; the condom itself proved itself useless when Sakura was unable to actually fit the small-sized latex around his massive length.
            Might as well get it over with as soon as possible, for her sake. “Come on.” She grabbed Konohamaru’s wrist and led him to the nearest spot she could think of: the alley behind the Ichiraku. Not exactly the most flattering of areas, but her arousal demanded the thrill and danger of being caught. Having Naruto stumble in on her being fucked by his protégé inspired one of her most memorable orgasms to date, after all. The roads weren’t bustling as they would’ve been during the earlier hours, but Sakura was sure to take Konohamaru behind a stack of inventory crates.
            Konohamaru was almost bouncing with anticipation. Should he take his penis out now, rub it against Sakura’s leg to paste some pre-cum on her? Should he grope her breasts to remind his hands how delightfully soft they were? There were so many decisions, but few would wound up with him not being struck over the head by an offended Sakura. Despite the situation, she was still a girl of pride and boundaries, and proved that she would behave violently if he did something she did not approve of – i.e. her giving him a concussion after he impulsively shared his seed with her womb.
            He swallowed roughly behind his wavering grin, body feeling hot and cold at the same time. “So,” he finally managed to speak, “what are we doing first?” He hoped she’d quickly drop to her knees and invite him into her willing mouth.
            Sakura eyed him for a moment, summed up her options and decided that she would be impatient. Naruto was on a ramen-binge, so who knew how long it’d be before he could service her? Konohamaru was ready and able here and now, like a loyal puppy ready to lap up the scraps of the alpha. The analogy brought a delicious idea to mind, making Sakura smirk inwardly; outwardly, she was determined not to seem overly excited, hopefully to dissuade Konohamaru from approaching her frequently.
            Eyes smugly closed, Sakura lectured Konohamaru, “I’m allowing this only because I want to, not because of you. Understand?” Before the answer, her thumbs hooked in the waist of her spandex shorts, drawing them down fluidly. They stretched between her thighs, and her panties were soon to follow.
            Gawking at the abrupt exposure, Konohamaru nodded, willing to agree to anything. “Yes, yes!” he blurted out. His hands went to his pants, fumbling around with the button and zipper, unsure of which to take care of first. Zipper! Yeah, the zipper! He tugged anxiously on it, and the cloth-covered tip sprung forth. An adjustment of underwear later, and Konohamaru’s member was presented. Less than impressive, but Sakura had to remember that he was still young and just barely entering puberty. The foreskin had almost completely peeled back, and the liquid proof of intense arousal caused it to glisten. His fist wrapped around his short shaft and squeezed tightly. The cock swelled a little bit and turned to a purplish tint from the strangulation, but the boy seemed to revel the feeling. “Can we do it now?!”
            He certainly didn’t waste any time. That energy could be put to the best use. Rather than let him bury himself into her and wind up bursting before she met her climax. She would not be left unsatisfied twice in one night. “Before anything,” she began while rotating to face the wall of Ichiraku. She bent over, her backside jutting towards the boy alluringly, hidden only behind the skirt. The buckles fastening the two halves together were undone, and with a rather modest blush, Sakura lifted her skirt to bare her sex and ass to tease Konohamaru. She was more ready for him – or Naruto, as she had originally planned – than he thought. Her essence was spread all across her groin and the insides of her thighs. Her core throbbed and so did that precious pearl that Konohamaru noted was the greatest source of her pleasure. Just gawking at her dripping pussy almost felt enough for his cock to blow its load prematurely. Sakura had luckily foreseen such impatience and lack of self-control and forbade him from putting his young cock in just yet.
            “Then what?” whined Naruto’s pupil as he edgily hopped up and down, looking to be on the verge of desperate tears.
            With one hand keeping her skirt out of the way, the other came up to separate the petals of her vagina slightly. “Lick” was the only order she gave to him, and then did nothing but wait.
            Konohamaru had fond memories of the flavor that was uniquely Sakura’s filling his mouth, and he would comply without complaint. However, this positioning was different than when she was sprawled out on a chair. His attention focused on the tight hole not much higher than her vagina, exposed slightly from between her cheeks. He pondered a bit, but shrugged. Like last time, he figured that she’d yet to lead him astray, and surely he would reap rewards for his silent obedience.
            Kneeling would put him a bit too low for Sakura’s snatch, so he had to settle for an uncomfortable bow. He took a moment to marvel at the splendor of the female anatomy, his hands coming up to rest on the backs of Sakura’s thighs. Both of her arms were now in front of her to brace against the wall. She felt like some sort of tramp, taking a child in an alley and letting him be so intimate with her, and all so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the frustration of being unsatisfied a moment longer. Guilt and shame could wait until the morning, however, and she exhaled gratefully when she felt a thumb brush against her sex. After she was spread a bit, the distinct touch of a tongue swept over the cleft.
            Konohamaru kept his licks tentative and quick, re-familiarizing himself her feminine territory. Hmm, perhaps he should keep in practice for possible future romps with Sakura by convincing Moegi to ‘play’ with him from time to time. He could just imagine himself getting good enough to actually have Sakura come knocking on his window with pleas to fulfill her in ways Naruto never could. Not likely to happen, but it was his dream.
            The tongue darted about the blossoming folds with the tact of a boy grasping aimlessly for candy. Konohamaru moaned hotly against Sakura’s sensitive sex, pushing his mouth closer to her so that his tongue could travel deeper. Sakura shuddered with a rapturous smile and rocked her hips a little to encourage Konohamaru’s sampling of her cunt. Her legs separated a bit more for his convenience.
            Her musk was suffocating and left Konohamaru high. He pulled away with a deep inhale and wiped his soiled mouth and chin with the back of his sleeve. Wow… It honestly amazed him how saturated she was. To clean her all up – as he believed that was the chore of oral sex – seemed impossible, for she only kept getting wetter. He considered making a Kage Bushin to help him in this endeavor, but before he could consider it, his hair was grasped so that Sakura could force him back to her cunt. It was pretty desperate and embarrassing, but she ordered him to keep up what he was doing. Though his tongue and jaw were both tiring – not the mention the cramping of his back while bowing in a half-kneel – Konohamaru obeyed to the best of his capabilities. His top teeth scraped again her delicate flesh when he chose to thrust his tongue towards her clitoris.
            Sakura bit her lower lip in delight when her pearl became the center of Konohamaru’s attention, though feeling his teeth against her was also gratifying. What he lacked in experience, she certainly made up for it by giving herself a tremendous thrill. Just beyond this wall was her lover, ignorantly chowing down on ramen while his young follower chowed down on her. Release was swelling in her, ready to burst forth with some more persuasion from the boy’s mouth.
            Too bad his mouth couldn’t keep up the pace expected. Once again, even though he tried to go on for as long as possible, he had to pull back to catch his breath and flex his jaw to keep it from locking up. To keep Sakura from snapping at him again, he employed his index and middle fingers to carry on with the job. He ran the tips along her snatch first, collecting some of her slippery nectar before treading to her entrance.
            Sucking air in sharply between her gritting teeth, Sakura clamped around the fingers that wormed their way into her. Rather than easing them in with slow pumps, he forced the two digits in completely in one push. Curious… Konohamaru remembered how Sakura’s puffy walls squeezed him before during his explorations, but he could’ve sworn it squeezed tighter before. It was due to Naruto’s recent and interrupted insertion, but Konohamaru didn’t need to know that. Shrugging at the mystery, he continued to reach into her as though searching for something valuable. The crisscrossing motions separated and massaged her flexing walls, making Sakura buck and exhale huskily. She could hear the wet squelching of his fingers plunging in and out of her vagina. It was an embarrassing sound, but the results were well-worth it.
            Konohamaru was content to let his fingers do the job even when his mouth could’ve been put back to work. He watched his hand move against the beautiful Sakura’s pink-haired crotch and spread her out so that he could catch a glimpse of her insides. With the jerks and soft mewls that Sakura gave, he found himself throbbing and spilling more pre-cum from his tip. A pleading whine echoed from his throat. His fingers withdrew, and Sakura, flushed and panting, looked over her shoulder to see why he stopped. The hand that had busied itself with her snatch curled around his cock, applying the secretions from his digits to his penis. “When can I do it?” he sobbed, staring at her snatch with the intensity of a sniper gazing through the scope of his rifle and targeting his next shot.
            Sakura contemplated the situation. She could let him fuck her against the wall, finish up and part ways for the night to never speak of it again… like last time. However, Naruto’s earlier penetration had left her cunt longing to be filled up again. Konohamaru’s significantly-smaller tool would leave her body craving for more. Surely, he’d be able to pound her to an orgasm like last time since she was already near the brink, but tonight was a night of thrilling exploration, and something she had been curious to try could be taken care of. Konohamaru’s smallness may actually prove himself beneficial where Naruto’s giant size restricted such attempts.
            “Very well,” she purred. Konohamaru almost cheered and thrust himself for her cunt, but she maneuvered before he could get the chance to stab into her. Her hands cupped her cheeks, her fingertips sinking into the firm mounds, and pulled them apart to better expose her anus. Konohamaru arched an eyebrow, unsure of just what was exactly being asked of him. He eyed the hole above her snatch, but didn’t believe that it was being offered to him until she gestured with the index finger closest to it. “Here.”
            She couldn’t be serious, Konohamaru’s mind screamed. He stumbled a little from the shock. The thought to put his dick there certainly hadn’t crossed his mind, having barely been made aware of oral sex their last time together. “What?” he blurted out as though he hadn’t heard her the first time.
            Must he make this more difficult and embarrassing than it already was? Sakura considered dismissing the notion of letting him take her anal virginity, but was determined to see it through to the end; it could possibly be a strong stepping stone towards allowing Naruto to head in there someday… “Just… try fitting it in here,” she mumbled quietly. Her eyes turned away to avoid eye contact.
            She hadn’t led him astray thus far, but Konohamaru was still skeptic of shoving his cock in such a region. Was that really what grown-ups thought was sexy and pleasing? He tugged on his scarf and gulped, feeling as though the unnecessary garment was suddenly strangling him. Well, if she thought it was okay. He gave a quiet consent and stepped towards her, ready to aim and push. However, the first obstacle was suddenly realized: the difference in stature. He’d have to be standing on his tiptoes to just be able to get the tip of his cock into her pussy. How was he supposed to line up with her asshole?
            “Get a crate,” Sakura told him when noticing his hesitance. Snapping his finger with a bright smile as thought she had given him the answer to some mind-numbing puzzle, Konohamaru scrambled to pick up one of the empty crates and set it up behind her. He positioned it accordingly, and then with all haste stood atop it. A perfect leveling, and while the target was still a little daunting, he smiled proudly.
            Sakura took a deep inhale when she felt his sticky cockhead drag down the crevice of her backside, finally coming to prod her back entrance. She had thought that, since he was so much smaller than Naruto, he’d slip in with ease; that was not the case. He grunted and pressed harder against her, but her body remained taut in defiance to what she wanted. She barely gave way, but there seemed to be too much friction, especially since the pre-cum that stained his head had aired out to become a sticky substance rather than a slippery one. He bumped twice more before pulling back and clearing his throat. “I… can’t,” he admitted.
            Oh, he could! One way or another, Sakura was going to experience anal sex tonight without being torn apart by Naruto’s monster. “Let’s try this,” she mumbled. She stood up and turned to him. Holding him at the base, pushing back his pants a little more to expose the full four inches, she hovered her mouth over the engorged tip. She wasn’t about to put her mouth on it after it had already prodded her asshole. Gathering her spit and feeling somewhat uncouth, she puckered her lips and spat over the cockhead; she repeated the act just for good measure before her thumb smeared the saliva. Hopefully that would be satisfactory for penetration. With a deep breath, she rotated again and assumed the stance of bending forward with one hand pulling her backside apart and the other bracing against the Ichiraku’s rear.
            Konohamaru steeled himself. Sex in the butt; sounded strange to him, but if Sakura was okay with it and even encouraged him to do it, he’d be willing to try it out. He aimed himself, and with a bit more force than before, he pressed. Sakura felt the pressure against her sphincter, but when the passage reluctantly gave way, that pressure seemed to travel up to her gut. She gave a small grunt, her body tensing as the invasion continued. Behind her, Konohamaru gasped erratically and held onto her waist as though it was the only thing keeping him afloat on a raging sea. Two of his inches had wedged through, and he was determined to fit the rest of himself in.
            When he tried, however, it proved to be a more difficult endeavor. That bit of spit at the head of his dick must’ve really done the trick, so he tried it out himself, aiming his lips and letting a long trail of saliva to slowly head down to his cock. He missed, and Sakura got chills when she felt the gooey fluid ooze down her butt to spread around her impaled ass. Not flattering or arousing, but it did make the final passage possible when Konohamaru scooped it over the remainder of his length. With one strong push, he and Sakura were successful joined, and they could breathe a sigh at their accomplishment.
            Sakura took a moment. So this was anal sex. Certainly different from regular sex; there was pleasure, but in a different way. It was more like she felt it in her stomach rather than the nerve-endings of her vagina. To some degree, it made her feel a little sore, but it wasn’t anything like taking Naruto for the first time.
            Her pink head nodded before Konohamaru could manage the ability to speak. “Go on,” she wheezed. She waited a while longer as Konohamaru gathered his bearings, and then he began to move, a nice, slow motion at first that began to pick up the pace when her tight opening granted easier passage. She grunted each time he shoved into her. He was quite forceful, just like Naruto. If not for her ability to use chakra as enhanced strength, her arms would’ve given out to his thrusts and the side of her face would’ve been mashing against the wall.
            Konohamaru panted, his eyes focusing on nothing but his cock plunging into Sakura’s rectum. This was so much tighter than anything she’d offered him before. And her ass felt like two cushions to spring from each time he rammed his hips against them. Like this, he would not last long. He feared leaving Sakura unsatisfied, but knew that when he came, he would’ve care for the following, blissful thirty seconds. Not wanting to feel the failure that came after the heavenly afterglow, he doubled his efforts to make her feel good, caressing her ass or snaking a hand around to tickle her clitoris.
            “Ahh~!” Sakura’s whole body convulsed when his fingers began to dance over her vagina. He wasn’t neglectful; she’d thought that she’d have to start touching herself to hopefully get a fulfilling release. The compression felt in her stomach greatened. She almost found it difficult to fill her lungs, but that was only because of how irregularly she was now breathing. The mounting pleasure felt amplified while in such a lightheaded state. Taking a hand from the wall in front of her, she groped at her breasts. She thought about taking off her vest and letting Konohamaru’s small, energetic hands taking hold of her bouncing breasts, but that was too much; maybe next time. She was surprised that she so easily believed that there would be a next time. Well, during their first time, she hadn’t believed she’d find herself underneath Konohamaru’s thrusting hips again.
            Jeez, her body clamped tight during her convulsions. Konohamaru was sweating like he was dressed in a heavy coat in a desert underneath the blistering sun. He wiped at his brow, but his hips never lost their piston movement. When she was at her tightest – usually when she was trying to hold back screams that could possibly alert those in the ramen shack – he felt that he was unable to budge inside of her. “Nee-chan,” he breathlessly called, his hands clamping tightly on her waist; vaguely, Sakura hoped that he wouldn’t leave any marks that Naruto would question later. He had been too worked up to last long. “I’m almost done, kore!”
            “Alright,” consented the older girl, looking back at him with eyes heavy-lidded and fogged with lust. “Cum whenever you’re ready.” She was enjoying herself more than she thought she would, but being quick was more prudent rather than losing track of time in the throes of their taboo passion and risk a ramen-satisfied Naruto stumbling in on them. Knowing that she couldn’t rely on the stimulation of anal sex to bring her to completion before the kid’s stamina was exhausted, she resumed the actions of his fingers at her cunt. She moved the pads of her fingertips frantically against the sensitive nub, howling in pleasure and bucking violently into the motions. The stuffing of her ass put pressure in her vagina, making her that much tighter around her intruding fingers.
            Konohamaru felt his balls pull up within his pants before a great release was sent from them. The last time he came inside Sakura, he was left with a concussion and almost lost the delicious memories of his first time. He would not make a mistake like that again, though Sakura wouldn’t be keen on violence since there was no chance of pregnancy during anal sex. The enclosure around him practically invited him to stay, but he yanked himself out and held himself at the base. “Nee-chan! Where, kore?!” He choked his cock and awaited her admission.
            Feeling particularly excited, Sakura twirled about, her hand never leaving her groin. Her wide forehead caught the first dribble of his essence; the second load was a shot that went straight overhead and painted the wall with healthy-white semen. Though Sakura wouldn’t admit it, she loved it when Naruto dowsed her with his cum. With the warmness splashing against her face, her arousal had reached its peak, and the floor beneath her was saturated with her release. She moaned huskily, her hips rocking in tune with the rolling waves of pleasure. Her fingers pumped slowly inside of her convulsing passage, but with great force and purpose. She rode out her climax just as Konohamaru was doing all over her face.
            The momentum of ejaculation was lost due to the strangulation of his cock, but the pearly droplets hit their mark as they spilled over the girl’s face. Konohamaru, still feeling remains in his cock, squeezed the last pearly droplets out over the bridge of Sakura’s nose. Out of breath and feeling quite pleased with himself – even if he hadn’t personally seen to Sakura’s release – he examined Sakura’s white-spotted face. It didn’t compare to the first load he had even spent on her since he had spent the past two weeks with the fond memory and his hand, but it was enough for the both of them to be pleased with. He would’ve commented on how weird it was when her tongue came out to clear away to splotch on her lips, but he was in no mood to complain; he’d discuss it later with her and even question about other sexual acts that he should be made privy to.
            Rapturous release… Migraines and other bodily aches had ebbed, and Sakura was feeling quite relaxed. She could just lay back and fall asleep then and there, but she had the energy to get home and retire on her own bed. With nothing to clean away Konohamaru’s salty spunk, she chose to snatch the end of his scarf and clean away his sticky mess. Should he complain, she would retaliate and say that he was the one who made a mess of her.
            Throwing his scarf away from her, making him cringe when his essence smeared on his shirt, Sakura sighed and got to her feet. She huffed haughtily and said, “You’re such an impetuous brat. You need to learn some more restraint.”
            Konohamaru thought about throwing that right back in her face and say that she was the one who took him behind an alley and had him shove his dick up her butt. But after running that through some filters, he knew he’d end up in the hospital with some brain damage. Instead, he chose to stick to a safe and expectant question. “Can we do it again sometime?”
            Sakura hardly took a moment to answer while pulling up her spandex and underwear. “As long as you keep your mouth shut,” she grumbled. She gestured to his flaccid penis hanging out of his trousers. “And put that away!” Without another word, she sauntered out of the alley, leaving Konohamaru to tuck himself away and zip up his trousers.
            Neither of them were wise to the door that was opened just enough for a curious eye to peek through. Ayame could hardly believe what she had seen. Sakura was cheating on Naruto-kun?! The chef’s daughter had been watching them since Konohamaru was pounding Sakura’s ass. Now that they had dispersed, Ayame had no reason to linger. Surely, her dad would be wondering about the crate of radishes he asked for her to bring in and why it took her so long to bring them, but she could come up with some lie.
            She staggered back to the counter, staring at the boy who was just about finished with his fifth bowl of ramen. She should tell him right now about his girl’s infidelity. Instead, she smiled warmly at him and dumped a fresh batch of noodles into his bowl. “On the house, Naruto-kun,” she assured him.
            Why blow such a juicy blackmail so soon, after all?
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Boss' Girl	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 32059 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Boss' Girl