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Advantages of old age	By : LadyYasha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning! This story contains a non-consensual sex scene. Then again, I think it's pretty safe to assume you know that since you already read the summary and clicked on the story anyway. There are also implied character relations and deaths. SoOooOOoooOoOOO you've been warned. Proceed at your own risk :).
Advantages of old age

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�Sakuraaaaa!�
Yamanako Ino�s voice had a remarkable ability of getting through thin air, glass, walls of brick, ear plugs and walls of brick combined and, really, God knows what else. Yamanako Ino herself also had the remarkable ability of being able to do all of the above�and so, there she was, hogging her best friend�s doorway. Didn�t I lock the door?
�Hello, Ino-chan.� Sakura dead-panned. She really wasn�t in the mood for her perky friend today. �Perky� was really an understatement. Sakura could never get her brain around how Ino always managed to look eons younger then she really was. Maybe she just controls everyone�s brains into seeing the younger version of herself. Of all people though, Sakura knew best that her friend had never used any sort of jutsu to try and make herself look young. It was just this natural...talent?...that the blonde possessed. The bitch.
�So,� Ino unceremoniously plopped onto the top of Sakura�s desk, �how does it feel to be 50? Are you excited?� Are you insane? Sakura could smell the sweet aroma of the flower shop wafting off of her blonde gal-pal. Even Ino�s breath smelled like the roses Sakura so often bought for one ill comrade or another. Does she eat the flowers for lunch or something?
As Ino leaned in closer, waiting for Sakura to respond, the blonde�s cleavage was gradually beginning to be more and more exposed to her unsuspecting companion. The wafting aroma of the flowers, the closeness of that white, milky flesh, the overly-excited breathing...THE HELL? Sakura had to jerk her whole body away, overwhelmed by the sensory overload. Really, it�s so unfair. How come Ino remained as gorgeous as ever while I�?
�Oh, sorry. Am I in your bubble?� Ino giggled as she leaned back a little to allow for some breathing room for the pink-haired kunoichi.
YES! Now get out of my office! �No, no. Not at all.�
When it came down to it though, it wasn�t Ino�s fault at all. Sakura simply struggled with her own insecurities. The hardships of her life aged her faster then anyone expected. Silver streaks were running rampant through her pink locks by the time she was 40. Losing Sasuke, then Naruto � both at the same time, both loses equally painful. Sakura never had the time or the desire to keep herself in shape beyond what was necessary for her duties as a ninja since then.
Sakura wanted to restart her life though. The realization came late � just last year. But who in their right mind would want a wrinkled, droopy old lady? Sakura could see it � no matter what Ino was telling her � she could see herself in the mirror. Naked. Unattractive. Old. The wrinkles settled all over her body like dust settled onto old furniture. Her breasts were long past redemption � and by redemption she meant long past the line of her ribcage. Her ass remained as toned as it ever was � she couldn�t exactly turn down missions just because she was depressed over the deaths of her two most important people. Right?
Sakura wanted to look ugly. She wanted no part in her mortal life�for about 30 years. Until her 49th birthday. And now, she was stuck with a desire with no means of attaining it. There are no advantages to old age.
Ino let out a frustrated sigh. It was obvious she wasn�t going to get a response to her original question. �Look, if you want to talk later � you know where to find me.� That said, the blonde disappeared in a puff of smoke. Sakura smiled. The smoke cleared � and in more ways then one. Tsunade-sama�s technique.
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Awesome! There were definitely some advantages to having a slamming body of a 20-year old. There are still no advantages to old age though. Sakura may have looked younger now, but all of her 50 years were letting themselves be known to her in a form of various little aches and pains�and loads of emotional baggage to go with that.
This new mission she took would require her to �mingle�. Sakura was half-hoping she would meet someone who stroke her fancy � effectively giving her a chance to let him stroke something else of hers as well. Talk about being an old perv. I�m worse then Jiraya-sama. But I guess a lifetime without sex will do that to ya. That thought sort of made Sakura wonder about Jiraya as well. Where were all those Icha Icha plots coming from? Huh? No waaay. The ninja approached her target location in high spirits. This should be fun.
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Sakura gasped loudly as the man violently thrust into her again. The force made her breasts jerk upward painfully before they settled back against her chest only to be jerked upward by the vigor of the movement of the man�s hips a moment later. The pink-haired woman�s stomach was scrunched uncomfortably since her legs were hooked over the man�s arms, lifting her pelvis off the ground for better access. Sakura had long seized struggling but the man continued to pin both her wrists, painfully crushing the delicate limbs between the ground and his own hands.
Sanosuke�was it..?
Sakura found herself drawn to the young man the moment she entered the room. He just looked so much like Sasuke. And I, the sentimental old fool, fell for it. Sakura groaned as she felt the material covering her back tear from scraping the ground over and over. Her back was next, Sakura knew. She could already picture the painful-looking welts forming themselves on her pale skin. The pink-haired ninja could also picture the terrible bruises that would surely be covering her wrists when Sanosuke was done with her �and down there too.
His heavy breathing disgusted Sakura to no end. She closed her eyes to try and at least block out the visual. �Look at me. I want you to see me fucking you,� the man rasped out and drove into Sakura at an angle that made the ninja feel like her insides were being twisted and torn. With a pained scream, Sakura opened her eyes, hoping that Sanosuke saw as much hate in them as she was feeling towards him right then.
He�d asked her to go for a walk. It seemed innocent enough then. Sanosuke�s obsidian eyes were turning her insides to goo. This is it. What Sakura didn�t expect, however, was to be thrown roughly onto the ground and straddled the moment they were out of anyone�s sight.
�Wait, um�� Sakura felt Sanosuke fumble with the seams of her clothing, expertly slipping his hands towards the bare skin.
�Wait! Uh!� Sanosuke didn�t waste any time, getting straight to her most intimate point and completely ignoring the rest of her. What was I thinking getting myself into this?
�Hold on! Hold on! Wait!� Sakura began to struggle and squirm, but to no avail. It looks like he �shall not be moved� then. Time to use a little something more advanced. The woman�s hands flew up to quickly begin forming seals when suddenly she realized she couldn�t feel any chakra movement within herself. Wha�what�s going on!? Sakura tried again, only to have her legs thrown carelessly over Sanosuke�s arms and her wrists pinned down to the ground.
The realization hit Sakura like a ton of bricks. For as long as Tsunade-sama�s technique is in place, I cannot utilize my chakra in any other way! She never taught me how! A sane decision in said case would obviously be to drop the jutsu and fight the bastard head on. But Sakura simply couldn�t bring herself to do it. I can�t let him see me like this.
Black slowly faded into blue, more black gave way to gold, pale skin taking on a more lively hue. Yes. It�s going to be easier this way.
She could picture Naruto above her so vividly. Just like their first time�and their last. Sakura used that memory many times to help herself take care of the urges that inevitably came on after a while. Whatever else I may be, I am still a woman.
Sakura never let her �Sasuke� fantasies get quite as vivid though � it just hurt too much. And seeing Sanosuke above her, treating her the way he was and looking so much like Sasuke while doing so�It�s just so much easier this way. It will be Naruto and I�
The ninja felt the man on top of her tear into her roughly. Sakura screamed. He wasn�t even pretending to be gentle. As he continued to pound into her, Sakura could no longer pretend either. He�s no Naruto. �Stop it! It hurts!�
It didn�t seem like Sanosuke would start giving a damn anytime soon. Sakura closed her eyes only to be forced to open them wide and look the asshole in the face as he violated her. She could feel his flesh brush against hers somewhere deep inside her. Somewhere only a very few chosen ones should�ve been able to reach. Sakura began to feel sick as if someone kept hitting her on the back of the head over and over. She was feeling too much � she could sense every little stroke, hear every horny grunt and see every little detail of his face. The ninja just couldn�t pretend anymore.
Sakura could tell he was close. She made her decision. Fuck the insecurities! I�ll give him the best orgasm he ever had! �Why�are you doing this?� she managed between his wild thrusts. The man looked down at her with a sneer: �As if I�d ever pass up a fresh, young piece of meat like you.�
Ah, the irony. Sanosuke arched his back, burying himself in the woman beneath him as deeply as it was physically possible. As he emptied himself into Sakura, Sanosuke looked down into her face to see what she was feeling at that moment.
So there are certain advantages to being old after all.
The scream resonated so far into the vicinity, a startled man fell out of his bed and landed on the hard, cold floor."Geez! There are just no advantages to old age!" he grumbled as he began to crawl back into bed.
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The ending is open to interpretation. Why did I write this? I have no idea. Am I an old lady myself? Nope. Have I been spending time with the elderly lately? Nope. I just really have no idea. As you can see, this story turned out a bit twisted.In a likable, review-worthy way, I hope. Any sort of feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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