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Sasuke-sensei	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 46417 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Sensei
- 2-Tutor
- 3-Picture
- 4-Home
- 2
- 3
- 4
Karin’s ‘surprise’ still nibbled at the back of his mind. But, in the interest of keeping himself somewhat sane throughout the day, Sasuke chose to… ignore it. As if that was the healthy way to go about it but then again, he didn’t really care what the ‘right’ thing to do was.

He was, frankly, tired. Unfortunately for him, he still had a job to do and by God he was going to do it. After all, he’d made a promise.

Sasuke made his way to his classroom; students weren’t allowed upstairs until the bell rung five minutes before they were to be in class, so he went about going to the room relatively unimpeded. It was with a sigh that he stepped inside of his room, sitting down in the chair where-

No. He couldn’t let his thoughts drift. There were still a few things for him to do before the bell rang.

His classroom was one of the ‘old fashioned’ ones — as in, they still hadn’t gotten around to installing a computer for him to do his work on. Funding for the school only got cut more and more, and the amount of excuses he’d heard as to why he couldn’t get even a blocky computer from the mid-eighties were endless. Not that it mattered; he’d pooled his money once upon a time and made an investment that had very much paid off.

He slid a key from his pocket, unlocked a drawer, and from inside of it withdrew a laptop.

It was a cheap one. Relatively dependable; the kind that you could trust to do all the work a teacher needed to do. The fact that he’d had to spend his own money on it irked him a little, but it wasn’t as if he was the type to rattle on the superintendent's door demanding funding. He could leave that to the principal — you could always trust a Senju to annoy someone into submission, after all.

Sasuke flipped open the laptop; the first thing he saw were the grades for his first block class. They were good; as were his second block’s. Third block was planning; fourth block, though, was a different story. He had a lot of sharp kids in there — but he also had some that weren’t so sharp. It resulted in a large disparity between the students that got a solid row of As and the students who would be hard pressed to get a B.

He stared at the list.

Uzumaki Karin - 80, B-
Uzumaki Naruko - 76, C

He clicked on Karin’s name without even thinking. It showed a more detailed view of her grades; namely, each individual one he’d given her since the start of class. It was a decently long list.

And a certain test sprung out at him.

The one that was marked a B plus despite the fact she’d gotten a C plus. Sasuke had, of course, followed through with what he had told her. He’d upped her grade and that one test made the difference between a B average and a C average.

He stared and stared at the grade.

Just the thought of her ‘surprise’ tingled at his spine; as did the memories of what they had done in that very classroom, in the chair he was seated in then and there.

He felt… obligated, in a way, to compensate her. Call it stupid, but it was a feeling that he knew would not stop nagging at him

The Uchiha felt almost powerless to stop himself. But she’d gotten to him — she had made him feel equally anxious and good, and more importantly, she had shoved a wedge into the monotonous nature of his life.

Sasuke swallowed.

He clicked the grade.

He took out the B plus for the test; and in its place, he put an A instead. A solid ninety-four.

What was this power she held over him? She was just-

God, he was growing more and more weak-willed by the day. A pretty schoolgirl with red-rimmed glasses and a tight ass, and he found himself giving her a lot more credit than she deserved considering how much effort she put into his class.

He clicked the grade — he took out the A. Instead, he put an A minus. That was fair, right? He thought so.

Before he could be tempted to raise the grade again, he closed the window and took a deep breath.

‘I think I need a drink,’ Sasuke thought. ‘Or a raise. One of the two.’

She groaned, leaning back in her chair, a smug little smile tugging at her lips.

Uzumaki Karin felt good after all. She had ‘that’ kind of air about her — the kind of air that any woman would have with the hottest teacher in the entire province under her thumb.

It was first block, and yet she was already counting down the seconds until they got to their fourth block… after all, it was always a treat to see Sasuke-sensei. More importantly, to tease and prod at him and to watch more and more of that resistance shatter before her persistence and body.

The class was at ease that day. After all, they had a substitute… and everyone knew there were two kinds of substitutes. The kind that simply didn’t care and would leave the students to their own devices, and the kind that would try to work the students into the dirt. This time, they had the former, and every student in the class rejoiced.

Karin looked up.

“What do you have in this class?”

“W-what?” a boy, who sat two seats to the left of Karin, stammered. After all, it wasn’t every day that you had an extraordinarily pretty girl like Haruno Sakura walk up and stick her face right in front of yours.

“What grade do you have in this class?” Sakura repeated. Ino was shadowing her, standing to her side, hands folded across her chest.

“A C, I think?” the boy said.

“Alright.”

Sakura and Ino moved on to the seat directly to the left of Karin’s, one occupied by another girl.

“What grade do you have in here?” Sakura demanded of the girl.

The girl — Karin wasn’t quite sure what her name was, she vaguely thought it was ‘Kin’ or something like that — scoffed. “A C plus or a B minus, depending on whether I bother to do homework,” the girl muttered.

“Alright.”

And now, they moved on to Karin.

“What grade do you have in here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Huh?” Sakura and Ino glanced at each other — as if the concept of not knowing what their grade was in all of their classes was totally alien.

“Why don’t you just check, then?” Ino pointed out. “You can look it up on your phone.

Karin shrugged. “Sure,” she muttered. It wasn’t as if she cared all that much — and those two cheerleaders were the type to push and prod until she gave in anyway. The redhead withdrew her phone, went to the school’s website, and pulled up her grades. It was a relatively recent thing, but very useful as it allowed one to check their grades whenever they so desired. Even as the teacher updated them.

She pulled up her grades, and showed the phone screen to the two girls standing in front of her.

Sakura blinked. “How do you have a C in here, but a B in Sasuke-sensei’s class?” she asked. “His class is way harder than this one!”

Karin shrugged once more. “No idea,” she said quietly.

Ino reached a finger forward and tapped on her grade of Sasuke-sensei’s class — it opened up a new page, revealing all of the individual grades that she’d gotten in the Uchiha’s class.

“Wait, what?” Ino said. “Didn’t you get a C on the last test we took?”

“Yeah, I remember!” Sakura said. “He called out all of our test scores, and there’s no way you managed to get an A minus on it.”

“An A minus?”

“Look at it. Right there; near the top.”

Karin turned the phone around, and there was it. An A minus.

‘Didn’t he say he would give me a B plus?’

“How did you do it?” Sakura demanded. “Sasuke-sensei never gives anybody extra points for nothing. How… did… you… do it?”

“Why? So you can get your average from a ninety-two to a ninety-three?” Karin said, almost mockingly.

Sakura didn’t even blink; Ino carried the same look of mild frustration.

“Hmph. Well, I’m not going to tell you,” Karin said. “Leave me alone.”

They opened their mouth to say something — but stopped. Sakura looked at Ino, and Ino looked at Sakura… the two of them seemed to share some sort of silent conversation, because it was in unison that they backed away from Karin, to go badger other classmates about what grades they had.

Karin breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Glad that’s over with.’

Not quite, as she would soon find out.

His phone rang during third period.

“Hello, Sasuke.”

“Mother. You realize I’m at work?”

“I know; but I also know that it’s your planning period. You know I’m not the detail forgetting type.”

“Of course. Did you need something, Mother?”

“Your father wanted to know if you wanted to come with us.”

“Where?”

“Itachi’s… you know.”

Sasuke swallowed. “I’d prefer to go alone.”

“It’s your choice. I’m just extending the invitation, that’s all.” Mikoto cleared her throat. “How have you been, Sasuke?”

“Fine.”

“Get into any trouble?”

“A little. Nothing I can’t handle, though.”

“Good, good. Any potential future daughter-in-laws I should know about?”

“No.”

“Alright. I don’t have anything else to ask you about, and I know you’re busy… so I’ll let you go, hon. You be okay, alright, Sasuke?”

“Of course, Mother.”

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

There was a soft beep, signaling the end of the call.

He set down his cellphone, hand shaking and fingers clenched; if his phone had been a little more brittle, he might have shattered the screen with how tightly he held it.

“Fucking… damn.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I need to visit him at some point.”

And say what? That he’d practically taken his promise and thrown it into the trash bin?

Another sigh.
___

Karin almost wished that Sasuke was her gym teacher.

Because damn, did her ass look good with those tight, black shorts on. Sure, her tits didn’t look as flashy in the white t-shirt as say, Hinata’s did, but there weren’t many men on Earth who wouldn’t try to catch a glaze of her athletic rump when she walked by.

They were doing their stretches; basic, simplistic stuff.

Her eye twitched.

She just wished everything was so simple.

“Tell us…”

“... how you got your grade up!”

Once more, her eye twitched.

Ever since those two had found out above her mysteriously bumped up grade, Karin had been besieged by the blonde and the pink haired girl, both of them brimming with righteous anger. Had she blackmailed Sasuke-sensei? Had she bewitched him? Was there something they were missing?

The funny thing was: they weren’t far off the mark with their accusations.

“Leave. Me. Alone,” Karin said, as curt as ever, hands folded beneath her bust and a fiery look in her aptly crimson eyes.

“Tell us!”

“Tell us!”

“Tell us!”

“Fuck off!” Karin snarled.

A moment later.

“Tell us!”

“Okay!” Karin threw her hands up in frustration. “Do you want to know what I did to make Sasuke-sensei give me a higher grade?”

“Yes!” Sakura and Ino chirped in unison, positively giddy, bouncing with anticipation with blue and emerald eyes alight.

The redhead sucked in a breath.

For perhaps a split second, she considered the ramifications of what she was about to blurt out. What it could do to Sasuke-sensei; to her.

But, you know what they say about a teenager’s self control.

“I walked into his classroom after school…” Karin began. She took another deep breath. “And I gave him a blowjob. It’s as simple as that.”

Freeze.

Sakura and Ino stared at her with… shock? Amazement? Astonishment? Jealousy…?

“You what?” Ino whispered. Sakura’s lips formed a tiny ‘O’.

“Did I stutter?” Karin smirked, puffing out her chest with pride — damn, had that felt good for her to say. “I said: I walked into his classroom after school and give him a blowjob. I sucked his cock. I looked him in the eye as he moaned. And you know what?” She was grinning now; the redhead stepped forward, lowering her voice a tad to ensure they weren’t overheard. “He fucked me, too. He bent me over a desk and pounded me for as long as he could. And I can go back into his classroom whenever I want, and do the same, or get the same treatment. Sasuke-sensei is mine. Understand?”

Karin’s grin only widened a little more. Then, she twisted on her heel and walked away from the stunned cheerleaders.

‘I wonder what he’s going to think of my surprise,’ she pondered absentmindedly. ‘I’ll send it to him during class, but we’ll see if he looks at it after or not. Too bad I won’t be able to stay back today.’ She had to run to the store and pick up some things that Kushina had forgotten whilst grocery shopping; lucky her.

Meanwhile, Sakura and Ino were left completely and totally shocked; they hadn’t moved even an inch from the time Karin had spilled the beans to when she had walked off.

Slowly, the two of them turned to face each other.

“So, wait…” Ino began.

“That’s all you have to do to get a higher grade in his class?” Sakura mumbled. There was a light that had sparked in her apple green eyes.

“And- he stays after school pretty much every day,” Ino continued.

“She must be blackmailing him,” Sakura deduced. “Using her body and the knowledge of what he’s done to her to both keep it going, and to get her grades up.”

“What a crafty little bitch,” the blonde said. “Too bad she let her little secret slip, huh?”

“I mean… it’s not like we’re going to tell anybody,” Sakura admitted.

The two cheerleaders grinned at each other.

“We’re just gonna get a piece of the pie, I think…” Ino murmured darkly. “And what better day to get started… than today?”

___

Sasuke stared at his phone.

He hated Karin.

Sort of.

The file she’d sent him was sitting there. Floating in limbo, still hanging there — a tiny little alert at the top of his screen. He could see the name; the file was called, quite fittingly, ‘Surprise’.

In the middle of class, she’d sent it to him.

His phone had buzzed. He’d opened it up, seen who the message was from, seen the name… and then made eye contact with Karin, who was sitting in his classroom, apparently working.

Something threatened to rumble from his chest. A sigh of exasperation. A choked sob. A sound of frustration. Or, maybe, all of the above — because damn, if this shit wasn’t already getting tiring.

The guilt gnawed at him. The fear of being caught even more so.

Who ever said fucking one of your students was going to be a walk in the part?

And, more importantly, who ever said getting blackmailed by one of your students was any easier?

He sighed.

His finger hovered over the phone screen.

With slight hesitation, Sasuke opened up the video file. It loaded more quickly than he thought — there was no thumbnail to it… just a small play button.

He pressed ‘play’.

The first thing he saw was Karin’s face — a sly, spunky grin curling her lips.

“Hi, sensei…” she whispered.

Sasuke lowered the sound a little. Just a little. He didn’t want to be overheard… but he didn’t want to miss a word either.

The camera panned down, past the broad expanse of Karin’s neck… to reveal that she had no shirt on. Plump, pert breasts were inches away from the camera — nipples that were begging to be sucked, tits that needed to be squeezed, flesh that needed to be moulded to the shape of his hands.

For effect, she grasped one of them. A loud, audible moan spilled from her unseen mouth — she twisted her rosy nipple around her fingers, sponging the flesh of her breasts. So perky. So…

God, he wanted to feel them in his hands at that very moment.

The camera went even further down now. Karin was holding it with one hand, her other hand running down the side of her luscious body.

Her slim, toned midriff; navel looking so appetizing, porcelain skin gleaming.

The next thing he saw… was the slim, pink panties she wore. The slim, pink panties that were obviously soaking with arousal.

“I’m so wet for you, sensei,” Karin whispered.

Said sensei watched, transfixed, as Karin slid a hand past the waistband of her underwear… and began to finger herself with glee, right in front of the camera. She moaned, she moaned so loudly that Sasuke had to lower the volume another notch or two.

“Look at me, sensei,” Karin purred. “I bet you want to take that big, hard cock of yours and put it inside of me, don’t you?” She moaned, fingering herself even quicker… the camera panned back slightly, showing in all its glory as her dirty yet so damned arousing activities were hidden behind the thin panties she wore.

Then, like the most frustrating conclusion to a video ever, it cut out. Zip. The end. Fade to black.

Sasuke was left sitting in his chair with what had to be the most enormous erection he’d ever had.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

He left it unlocked; he had nothing to hide… normally.

But this case was certainly not normal.

And the first thing Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino saw when they stepped into their teacher’s classroom was him trying — and failing — to cover up his erection. Which was quite the impossible task, if one took his considerable size into account.

“Sensei…” Sakura whispered.

It was as if-

Well, there was a certain image of Sasuke, built into both her and Ino’s heads. He was a revered figure; almost a God. Someone that couldn’t be felled, someone who was… perfect. Handsome; cool; awesome.

Hearing that Karin had given him a blowjob of all things seemed crazy — surely, there was some other explanation. The two girls weren’t there to jump him, of course… they just wanted to make sure that the bespectacled redhead was crazy, that Sasuke-sensei would never do something like that, that their crush was still ‘pure’.

Those thoughts seemed to evaporate as Sakura, and Ino, took in the sight of Sasuke’s glorious bulge, which strained against the fabric of his trousers. He tried to scoot forward; he tried to hide it. But he wasn’t quick enough.

Sakura licked her lips.

Ino grinned from ear to ear.

“Seeeenseeei~!” Ino cooed.

They moved as one.

A tag team.

Two girls that-

Knew exactly what they wanted.

Karin was the first.

They would be the second and third… because that one slip, that one erection brandished in front of them, that one chink in his armor…

A crush could lead young, horny, impressionable girls to do things.

Was it for the few points of a grade they could get?

Was it for the fact that they were — as previously mentioned — young and horny?

Was it for the fact that Sasuke-sensei’s cock seemed so swollen, and so obviously in need of a little ‘relief’?

Who knows.

Ino swept around the desk, blonde hair waving behind her elegantly. She was on his right; Sakura, on his left. The pink haired girl had taken care to close the door behind her, and to draw the blind closed, preventing anyone from seeing through the window embedded in the door.

Sasuke shoved his phone into his pocket.

“What- what are you two doing?” he said, obviously flustered… Ino rested a hand on his shoulder, while Sakura’s hand gently ran up and down his front.

“Relax, sensei,” Sakura said.

His breath hitched as they both eased themselves onto their knees before him; a buxom blonde and a petite pink haired girl… both astoundingly beautiful, both… both…

“Ah…” Ino purred, a soft ziiiip seeming to ring through the air as she undid Sasuke’s fly. She slipped her fingers into the depths of his trousers… and with a cheeky little grin, fished his cock out.

Sakura bit her lip as her blonde friend finally retrieved it.

Oh, it was glorious.

So big.

So hard.

Ino’s dainty little fingers wrapped around the shaft — she grinned so brightly that it seemed impossible. Then… she leaned forward. And took just a taste of her sensei; her tongue flicked along the side of his member, and she moaned.

And so did Sasuke.

“Don’t hog it!” Sakura hissed.

She leaned forward, making love to the tip of Sasuke’s member with her tongue; she scooped up his precum with care, allowing it to rest on her tongue for a moment, before gratefully swallowing it down.

“More. More- we need more,” Ino said.

With righteous fury, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of Sasuke’s trousers and yanked them down. Now, every inch of his cock was exposed to them, from the very base of his shaft to the mushroom head. The two girls gazed upon it in awe; and in return, Sasuke gazed upon his two students, hardly able to comprehend what was going on.

Ino and Sakura did not look like the two girls that could share. They seemed the type to fight over everything: lipstick, socks, panties, boys… but for some reason, they seemed so willing to work together when it came to Sasuke.

When it came to pleasing him, at least.

Ino’s lips were coated with a sapphire blue lipstick, the same color as her eyes. Sakura’s lips were painted with a emerald green lipstick — also the same color as her eyes.

The fruits of their teamwork became evident before long, as their lipstick smeared over their teacher’s cock, revealing green and blue smudges all over the shaft, the tip, the everything.

“It tastes so good,” Ino moaned.

“Uh huh,” Sakura hummed in agreement.

Two pairs of hands were clasped around the mighty shaft at any one times — stroking it, milking it for all it was worth. Two tongues lapped over it, worshipping it. Two pairs of lips latched to the side, to the side, smearing it with more and more green and blue.

Sasuke leaned back, both hands resting on the sides of his chair. He was groaning without delay — he was putty, goo, whatever you wanted to use to describe his weakness, he was that.

He’d received many a blowjob before.

But from two girls at the same time?

Let alone two beautiful girls, who also happened to be his students?

“Oh God,” Sasuke groaned, as Sakura took his swollen length into her mouth, green-painted lips wrapped taut around his shaft. Ino had moved south, working over his balls, groaning with relish as his musky, manly taste made her arousal grow only stronger.

“Are you close, sensei?” Sakura purred.

He took a deep breath. “I am,” he whispered.

“Cum, then,” Ino said.

“Cum,” Sakura repeated.

“We want to taste it.”

“We want to taste you,” they told him in unison.

His orgasm wasn’t forthcoming right then and there — the timing wasn’t that perfect.

But over the next five minutes, they worked some significant overtime to bring him over that last hump. Mouth; tongue; lips; hands. Anything and everything they had at their disposal. They were horny little minxes, dedicated to pleasing their sensei — they didn’t even spare a hand to finger their needy snatches, both of them rubbing their thighs back and forth across the floor with a kind of desperation that would astound a nympho.

“Cum!” they chanted, like ravenous animals.

They wanted that grade. They wanted to please their sensei. They wanted-

They wanted his cum.

And finally, after a gauntlet that would have brought a lesser man to his knees (not that Sasuke was much better off), he came.

With a grunt.

And more importantly, without any warning.

Sakura was the ‘lucky’ winner — after all, she was the one who had taken Sasuke’s length into her mouth.

There was two telltale signs that Sasuke was about to cum: the subtle twitching and throbbing of his member, and the way his balls contracted. Unfortunately, neither Ino or Sakura were experienced enough sexually to properly chronicle those symptoms of orgasm.

Which meant it came as a complete surprise.

Sakura recoiled as she felt something incredibly hot — and delicious — burst from the tip of her sensei’s cock, spraying directly into her throat. “Mpf!” she made a muffled moan, both of her hands wrapped around Sasuke’s shaft — she retreated, until just the tip was left in her mouth, relishing in the sweet sensation of his seed splattering across her tongue.

Ino realized what was happening fairly quickly, but it was already too late. “Forehead!” she screeched. “Don’t hog it all!”

Sakura grinned from ear to ear; Sasuke had finally finished cumming inside her mouth, and so she leaned back, mouth open and a giddy look about her as all that delicious white jizz collected on her tongue.

She looked Ino dead in the eye.

Then, plain as day, swallowed every last drop. Sakura opened her mouth a second later, to brandish the fact that she hadn’t saved a milliliter for Ino.

The blonde scowled.

Sasuke panted, gasping for breath — two girls working over his cock so furiously had left him… dazed. He was fucked; God damn. He was good at sex, but even he couldn’t withstand that kind of assault… at least, not right then and there.

Which was unfortunate for him.

He had let down his guard a little.

So, he didn’t notice Ino pulling her phone out until it was far, far too late — until she had already taken the picture, one that framed his half-hard, lipstick smeared cock and his flushed face both at the same time.

Sasuke blinked.

By the time he’d moved an inch, Ino had already sent the picture to Sakura’s phone.

Both girls jumped up, giggling and grinning, uncaring of the arousal steadily flowing down their legs. “Gotcha sensei!” Ino said, and they quickly moved out of reach… Ino pulled the picture up on her phone, and showed it straight to him.

It was about as red-handed as one could get caught.

Sasuke stared up at them with… barely concealed horror.

“Now,” Sakura began. “How about you… write down your address on a piece of paper for us?” She was grinning even more now, lips smeared with cum. “I promise we won’t come to visit too much. Unless, of course, you’d rather have that picture spread around the school…”

A dirty move to be sure, but how else would they ensure their crush wouldn’t back out?

An arrangement had to be made. Their teacher would come around eventually — for now, they would blackmail him if they had to… otherwise, how would they finally get him to choose which one of them was his true love? Their age old rivalry (well, it had really only lasted the better part of a year…) had to end sometime.

Or, if you wanted it put in something a little more understandable: teenage girls were fucking crazy.

Sasuke looked between them. Between the buxom blonde and the petite pink haired woman. Between two of the best students in his class, who didn’t need any sort of mark up on their grades to pass with flying colors.

It seemed…

It seemed they’d finally thrown that excuse out of the window — as if the grades had mattered at all in the first place, for Karin, for Sakura, for Ino…

Fuck.

“Fuck…” he muttered.

Sasuke leaned forward, and with quite a lot of hesitation, wrote down his address on a piece of paper. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

“Thanks, sensei~!” Ino cooed. She swiped the paper off of the desk.

After they took a moment to fix themselves — wiping their lips, patting down their hairs, etcetera, they yanked open the door and flew into the hallway, giggling like mad.

Sasuke stared after them, well aware of just how fucked he was.

It’s not like he could rip their phones from their hands and break them; there was a thing called ‘cloud storage’. It wasn’t as if he could blackmail them in return — they would get sympathy from others if people found out about their affair, while he would get prison.

The reality was: he was trapped with those two girls, on top of Karin.

And he was going to have to live with that.

There was no other way..

___

Well, maybe there is. Too bad Sasuke isn’t going to see it any time soon.

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