Truce | By : Saoirse Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
A/N: This is a threesome experiment that I
sincerely all hope you enjoy! Oh yes, this is non-yaoi (I’m slowly turning
against Naruto yaoi because of the
extreme idiocy with pure smut yaoi thus
leaving the female characters, minor and not, up in the air with serious lack
of het/yuri relationships, similarly with my complete aversion to WK fics now) and has (a bit of) plot. If
you don’t like it leave and don’t flame.
This is coming from a yaoi fangirl by the way.
Disclaimer:
You know the drill, none of this is mine!
Truce
By
Saoirse the Irish Colleen
Gone
Clubbin’!
The dancers moved to the vibrant crash
of drums and guitars like creatures possessed, their shadows stretching evil
heights reaching to the ceiling like cavorting imps. Their target stood at the
foot of the staircase slouched against the bricks watching from his dark corner
with a glass half empty in his hand now and again lifting it to his face
rendering it invisible from the shadow slicing neatly crosswise, his right eye only exposed. From their back
table the pair of kunoichi studied their laminated drink menu eager to sample
something else. Bloody Mary, Screwdriver, Long Island Iced Tea, Margarita… they
agreed on a bottle of wine. While it seemed pretty tame in comparison, they
could not afford to jeopardize their mission by getting too inebriated.
The waitress a pretty, slender woman
dressed in a black patent leather mini and lime tennis blouse brought them
their order, setting a pair of romantic long-stemmed glasses with their Sangria
on their small round table. The blonde on the left twirled an errant wisp of
her stylish ponytail on her index finger checking out the dance floor tempted
to join in the modern dance, so swift and fast! Her rosy-headed friend to her
right applied another coat of coral to her quaint pursed lips, her nerves
visibly stirred. The blonde vixen sipped her wine rolling the red, blood warm
liquid round her mouth hoping her accomplice would realize what she was doing
and quit looking so damn conspicuous. Their target knocked back the final
draught of the thin liquor in his tumbler and ambled back to the bar. The pink seraph
signaled a waitress in the same uniform as the one who previously served them
to bring their target the drink she was pointing to on the menu.
The waitress nodded and vanished
through the hub of gyrating bodies, her raised arm with a lacquer tray atop her
fanned hand like a ship’s sail. Pushing up the ante, the kunoichis knew they
were taking a considerable risk, but now it was fate that rolled the dice
testing their patience. They sat unmoving save to refill their glasses and made
small talk when their ninja senses blared red alert when their perimeter was
invaded over the bacchanal and chaotic cacophony of the grunge band screaming
and jumping on stage.
“I see you ladies are enjoying your
evening out.”
“You seem preoccupied yourself,
Kakashi-sensei.” Sakura joked and he took the third empty barstool at their
table completing the triangle.
“I heard about the exam results you
two, congratulations.” He made himself comfortable setting down the drink that
Sakura and Ino bought him, not entirely without a bit of difficulty from the
weight.
“Thank you sensei,” a powerful blush
made Sakura’s face charmingly glow beneath the sweep of the rainbow strobe
lighting. A condescending riff of laughter rose above their heads from Ino.
“Yosh! Jounins at long last!” She made it over the final hurdle and
intended to ruminate quite a bit. He pondered, whilst taking a sip angling
backward ever so slightly to saturate himself in the darkness, that it was
redundant to comment on the girls’ mended friendship now that ‘Sasuke-kun’ was
ensconced in Suna enjoying the beginning of his life as a married man. Had he
not married the pregnant Temari, her younger brother the Kazekage would have gift wrapped him in a Desert Coffin. His attraction to the
sultry older Kaze princess rendered Sakura and Ino’s rivalry moot point, but
from Kakashi’s perspective he had little doubt they would fare just fine. As it
was, he began putting the girls beneath the microscope and was beginning to
feel the blood rush from his head to travel for other parts of his physique.
Sakura’s limbs molded innocuously within the soft white material clinging to
her breasts and ample hips shrouding her thighs midway. The glittering bright
verdant crystal leaf hanging from the silk baby pink ribbon at her throat drew
more of his attention to the cleavage threatening to burst from her indecently
low scoop neck.
He took another draw from the extra
long clear straw becoming foggy from the creamy substance cramming around in his
goblet. Ino fondled the ebony prayer beads about her neck, rolling them between
red-painted thumb and index finger and dropped it back down on her lap bouncing
twice against her groin. She tossed her ponytail, a wave of platinum jagging
the darkness of the underground club like a lightning bolt. Her royal blue slip
dress was this side of legal and the matching satin bolero only neutralized the
mystery of the fact she was not wearing underwear.
Kiss
a cop
Goin’
downtown
Need
backup now, you know why?
I
like talkin’ ‘bout the weather
Car
two, callin’ car two
Got
a fight
Dope
an’ wild ice
Callin’
cars
A
jump to nowhere
Up,
down take me downtown
Copy
that I’m over and out
Another
never
Another
never
Another
never
Hey
you so how’s your mother?
Come
on, come on
“Ooh! It’s my song!” Ino squealed
cuffing a lithe white hand around Sakura’s lean bicep. “C’mon Sakura-chan,
let’s dance!” Her grasp was impenetrable and unshakably strong Sakura felt
herself lifted to her feet and weaved through the jumble of undulating bodies
to the electrified pulsebeats of Ino’s favorite song. The blonde braced
Sakura’s upper body with an arresting grip seizing her best friend arresting
her upper arms like steel bands in her embrace. Sinuously grinding their
pelvises together their eyes never once left each other’s magnetic trance,
blazing blue atop mesmerizing green and they continued to be pulled under the
spell of an invisible Amazonian shaman hypnotizing them into the sound waves of
the rave music as they slowly unfurled their magical golden grip on Kakashi’s
sanity and reason.
Kickin’
me
Are
you dumb, sir?
Move,
move
Are
you done, sir?
You’ve
makin’ me
Mad
enough, sir
Boom,
boom
Ain’t
no dancer
You’re
kickin’ me
Are
you dumb, sir?
Move,
move
Are
you done, sir?
You’ve
makin’ me
Mad
enough, sir
Boom,
boom
You
are done, sir
Party
time at seven and vine
Everybody’s
getting up to breakdown
Hey
you, dance a no dance
You
do lo-fi
You
shootin’ lowfare
Pretty
girls who run about
Rabbit
soft
A
dime for some dare
Voodoo
A
little bit of Mars
Uptown
Callin’
all cars
Taking one another in their arms
they kissed in a vile and repugnant fashion twining tongues, Sakura skewing her
cranium back letting Ino have dominance as she was at the moment an inch or so
taller with her black patent leather stilettos. Dipping and stirring her tongue
into Sakura’s mouth as if savoring the richest, darkest chocolate their faces
parted into contented warm smiles. Sakura curled her fingers over the hem of
the top of Ino’s dress tickling electric pathways with her fingers upon the
glistening flesh, blood blooming beneath the skin’s surface. They kissed again
burrowing greedily in each other’s flesh feeding off mouths as though a bird
was feeding her little ones in a treetop nest.
Kakashi however was having a less
than pleasant experience due to the pressure between his legs befitting his
arousal and abhorrence of his enjoyment of observing with relish as his former
student and her best friend embarked on an evening of experimentation. And if
he was to be truthful he also knew the pleasures of the same sex. There was
more than one occasion that he let Genma into his pants, and Raido the third
party of questionable consent. Having acclimated to having a permanent blind
spot, Kakashi never adapted to what surprises lurked when he turned his head next.
He was ill-prepared for this one as well. Sakura lazily dragged Ino’s dress up
the sides of her tight body exposing her naked lower half to the world.
Fortunately that same world was distracted by its own lustful harboring and
churned merrily along ignoring them. The straw Kakashi was drinking from hit
the floor with an airy, hollow clump. It had to be genjutsu. Raising his
hitai-ate he focused his chakra and willed the toma in his Sharingan to whirl. Nothing. Ino spun around as Sakura undulated
her hips into her friend’s rump, fingers vanishing beneath the drapes of the
slinky fabric. Ino gasped and grunted from Sakura’s suckling of her throat. The strokes of her lips and tongue a potent narcotic threatening in
to sweep her away. Kakashi studied the drink they bought him, the
combination of liquors invisibly crushed between the layers of thick pink and
blue cream, beginning to smear from his imbibing.
Pink and blue.
Sakura and Ino. Tender young flesh
combining sinfully, hands sweeping over fine skin covering taut muscle.
Reaching out her little white paw Ino touched Sakura’s breast making her loll
her head back and leaned into her lapping at her tipples, straight motions back
and forth. Sakura gleaned her fingers between their bodies and perused the
blonde down-covered honey pot parting the pool of dripping glaze setting to
action…
“Kakashi-sensei…” He emerged from
the haze, forehead tilted on his hand heel, pitifully slanted over the table.
“Kakashi-sensei…” The deadly roll of
flesh against his back jolted him to alertness and there stood a pair of
flushed women crushing him between overheated flesh aching to be freed of their
encumbrances and merge with him.
“It hurts,” Sakura silkily whined.
“Where does it hurt Sakura?” He
asked mechanically. She clutched his hand, kissed it and pulled his index and
middle fingers into her mouth, coating them thickly with salivary juices before
removing them. Hiking up her skirt there before him stood the
weapon that painfully wrenched his body, her bare sex glistening and ready was
in desperate need of relief.
“Right he-e-ere…” She groaned in
staccato pushing them into her moist canal with a pleasing squelch.
“You know what you have to do now…
Kakashi-sensei…” Ino husked in his left ear, straining her partially nude body
into his side.
* * *
They rolled into one another like
dolphins on dry sand suffering from heat exhaustion, Ino and Sakura’s mouths
merged once more on the king-sized bed. Kakashi could only pray for their
sobriety or two sets of parents and Asuma would be too taxing on his stamina
and skills to deal with. Ino tossed her ponytail over her naked shoulder and
curled her leg up over Sakura’s feeding fuel to every cheesecake fantasy he’d
had. Reaching up to free her blonde spill from its blue elastic bond, Sakura
beat him to it flinging the bit of rubber across the room hearing its snap
glance against a wall. She laughed unnecessarily infecting Ino thereafter and
she sifted her fingers through her best friend’s mane lovingly, envious at the
sheer volume of it. The faint scent of peaches wafted from it and a romantic
spray of tension hit her body tricking her into leaning up to catch her
garnet-stained mouth.
The room was dim, lights turned down
to their softest hue intentionally and Ino could scarce make out Kakashi
removing his mask, his final bit of clothing. They were a tangle of limbs, the
throaty moans issuing from behind the women’s kisses sated him just enough for
preliminaries enjoying the view and relishing the sensations, something more
tangible than any video he has ever seen. Tracing the writhing smooth bodies
beneath him, Sakura thought it an ideal time to begin the main event and
maneuvered Ino on her side, teasing a hand between her legs to curve a hand
around her uppermost thigh pinching it deeply and raised it. Ino’s ass impishly
angled to the side partially concealing her sex conceded to Sakura’s prodding
giving Kakashi a full view. Her fine blonde curls were matted from her natural
lubricants and the labia were red and swollen to bursting. Sakura continued to
fondle her best friend’s cunt producing more of the sweet juice, pleasant tiny
squishing noises coming from therein.
“Kakashi-sensei… give
me your sweet cock…” She groaned. A clichéd line heard in every video he owned
but he willingly obliged the suffering Yamanaka guiding the blushing glans of
his prodigious erection to her soaked nether lips and pushed in slowly.
“Ah-haahhh…!” Providing the wellspring of her need executive relief Ino’s
muscles loosened throughout her body and braced herself for Kakashi’s thrusts.
Sakura was determined to play her role bending over to take one of Ino nipples
between her lips, her slim creamy fingers fanning over the busy vulva getting
filled so expertly loving the wet feel of the spider web veins stuffed to
bursting.
“Ino-chan kawaii…” She moaned around
the sienna aureole. Ino’s groans and grunts began to reverberate loudly and she
collapsed on the pillow, no longer able to bolster herself. She lay on her
side, leg folded in the air thanks to Kakashi’s hand and Sakura disengaged
herself from Ino breasts and traveled southbound past her navel and lashed out
her tongue against the drenched hood of glowing red flesh causing short loud
cries to rush from her constricted throat. Spurring her onward Sakura thought
this a befitting payback for their childish rivalry, and replaced her tongue
with her fingers. The pressure built up like a volcano brimming with lava just
beneath the surface and Ino was at the very center of it, fire flying like a
tazer blast branching throughout her veins. Her back arched acutely as her body
primed itself for impact as the combination of Kakashi’s pounding organ and
Sakura’s working fingers were pushing her off the cliff. One final cry wrestled
up from her exhausted and wasted throat before she collapsed onto the mattress
as her climax slammed her body like an arctic wave, Kakashi’s own orgasm was
prompted by the tremulousness of her drenched grotto pooling away quickly
within her.
Panting and raspy breaths were all
that were heard for a few moments and Ino flipped herself over onto her other
side clasping her arms about Kakashi’s broad shoulders rewarding him with
soulful kisses. The temperature dropped wickedly around Sakura when Ino turned
her irascible blue glare on her prone body.
“Time to get yours forehead girl…”
Ino crawled stalking her like a king cobra seizing Sakura’s poor little
struggling wrists and pinned her flush against her former teacher.
“Ino-butta!”
The threat died at the very time it blew from her candy pink lips as she felt
Kakashi’s greedy pawing, gathering her breasts and rolling the mounds.
“Don’t be fooled Kakashi-sensei,”
Ino pulled Sakura up and forward boldly facing her. “She’s got the nastiest
mouth you’ve ever heard in the sack!” She announced loudly to the whole room.
“Let’s hope so,” Kakashi commented
maneuvering her lithe, agile body forward pressing and coaxing her knees to
bend caressing the sensitive flesh there. A new pendant fear rattled Sakura as
her body was no longer under the control of her will.
“Kakashi-sensei,
onegai shimassu!” But it was too late, the master was at work and he entered
her body from behind pressing his stiffened weapon into her writhing sheath.
For a moment Ino’s blue eyes passed over Sakura’s figure enviously wishing he
had done that with her instead. Sakura’s moistened nether lips were thick with
his body and Ino could not help but observe this powerfully engrossing couple,
they moaned in complete unison Sakura taking his jabs evenly as he treated her
easily, the hot glare of blood rising in her face as she jerked her pink head
over her shoulder intermittently to watch his lunges.
“Kakashi-sensei… saa… moto, moto… aah!” Bringing her tortured torso to meet his as he
continued to move back and forth behind her sliding his fingers down her hips
between her thighs. “Fuck me… stuff me with
your thick cock… gimme…” Sakura moaned low and long like a wounded creature
though the exact opposite was true, her pale back arched rapturously. “Yeah,
baby… ooh harder… fuck mama’s little clitty with your cock… baby…” The little
chit ran her mouth off saturating her lips with long, luxurious swipes of her
tongue. Kakashi’s fingers worked the swollen nodule between her legs, their
movements getting rougher, breath rapid and hard pumping lungs burning with
fire, Kakashi’s member diving deeper into that tight, slick orifice of hers. Sakura
relishing his contact like a savage beast, his mastery of the craft beyond all
comprehension and she faintly wondered if she and Ino were in over their heads.
She finally was granted release feeling Kakashi’s thick, potent seed bathe her
inlet, and she fell forward locking lips with her
sensei grateful for completion. Hooking a weakened hand through Ino’s hair
bringing her down for an eager kiss and they traded tongues, lips separating
and invited Kakashi’s tongue to join in their sensual tangle.
* * *
Ino stirred unsure as to what time it
was. The clock fell behind the bed, and the vellum curtains were drawn
banishing the sun. Hesitantly she nudged Sakura from her recuperative sleep
cajoling her into the bathroom and the two avoided wasting precious time and
shared the shower. Partially drying one another off with thick white towels,
they padded back into the darkened bedroom, Ino pushed one of the curtains just
a touch to let a blade of the ochre dawn light pervade, washing everything a
dull shade of gray. Balled nervous fists shook as they very nearly worked
themselves into a tizzy signaling disaster if they did not calm down. Sakura
took a series of deep breaths as though she was preparing for a meditational
session and looking into Ino’s iridescent eyes they approached Kakashi’s
somnambulant form facedown on a pillow thrust to the side of the mattress, an
arm swinging. His usually mussed grey hair was completely disheveled to a new
level, molding the spikes into a permanent disarray.
Still he resembled a fallen angel and the two kunoichis approached him in
unison, lightly placing their warm palms on his bare shoulders with feather
like touches and tussled to turn him gingerly within the wan light’s plane to
complete their mission. Ino’s body was awash with a thin sheen of sweat and
Sakura was half ready to start screaming as they were finally able to maneuver
Kakashi to spot the familiar vertical scar’s starting point…
“Ah, whoops! Didn’t
know you had company.” All movement ceased and Kakashi’s mismatched eyes
burst open.
“GENMA!”
Sakura and Ino roared, their voices tearing holes into the ceiling. The
orally-fixated jounin crouched low on the hotel’s carnation pink plush carpet
decked out in ANBU gear.
“Gomen?” He
offered uselessly. The room’s overhead lights flared on.
“Yare yare,” Kakashi sighed standing
between both disgruntled women, the three of them naked as the day they were
born. He adjusted his mask. “What’s up?”
“The old lady’s been looking for
you,” Genma tossed him a scroll and a pack containing his uniform and mask.
“Gai, Raido, and Yuugao are waiting on the roof.” It was evident that Genma did
not want to elucidate his presence judging by his tone and posture in Sakura
and Ino’s company. Such things were prohibited and he made sure that the two
girls were made fully aware of that fact. Kakashi emerged from the bathroom
pulling the leather on his left hand guard taut, sword crossed over his back.
“Saa ikou ga.”
“Demo, Kakashi-sensei…” Sakura
blurted earning her a sweet kiss from her teacher through the mask, and he
repeated with Ino respectively.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get another
chance,” he winked and with that he vanished into the exterior, Ino and
Sakura’s hands lacing together smirking at Kakashi’s challenge.
TSUZUKU
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo