Sakura's high-pitched pleas dissolved into breathy, stuttering moans. These weren't the muffled whines she'd made earlier with my thumb in her mouth or my fingers attacking her clit. These were real, unsuppressed sounds of pleasure.
"Ah... ah... Sensei... nnn...!"
They were high-pitched and trembling, like wind chimes in a storm. Delicate and pure, unfiltered melody that made my blood run hot. Her voice cracked on the edges, turning the moans closer to mewling. She sounded like a kitten caught in a rainstorm. Soft, kitten-like whimpers that escaped her throat without permission. Each sound was punctuated by a sharp inhale, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath between waves of sensation.
I fucking loved her voice. Loved the way it broke. Loved the way it climbed higher with every friction.
I gritted my teeth, bracing myself on either side of her with my forearms, caging her in. I pulled my hips back slowly, dragging my cock through the tight, wet heat of her virgin pussy.
She was so warm inside, so slick with fluid, but her tightness was supernatural. Her inner walls clamped down on my shaft like a wet, heated suction cup. When I pulled back, her hips lifted off the bed, her body dragging along with mine as if she were physically attached to my cock.
"Sakura!" Mebuki scolded, trying to hold her daughter still by the shoulders. "Stop squirming! You're making this harder for him. Relax your hips! Push down, don't pull up! You're supposed to accommodate him, not fight him!"
She looked up at me apologetically, still gripping Sakura's shoulders. "Forgive her, Eishin-sama. She doesn't know how to... receive properly yet. She's too tense."
She tried to hold her daughter, but it was useless. Mebuki was just a middle-aged civilian woman. She couldn't compete with my strength, and she definitely couldn't compete with Sakura's chakra-enhanced pussy muscles.
Yes. Chakra-enhanced.
Sakura wasn't doing it consciously; she probably didn't even know she was doing it, but her body was instinctively channeling chakra to her pelvic floor, tightening the muscles beyond natural limits. It was an automatic response, instinctively triggered by the overwhelming intrusion and newly intense sensations.
It was dangerous. She could hurt me. She could snap something, cause some serious damage.
It was also, undeniably, the hottest thing I'd ever felt.
I growled and drove my hips forward again, using my own strength to overcome her resistance.
I buried myself deep.
"Hrk—mmmmm!"
Sakura's eyes squeezed shut. Her hands flew to my chest, nails digging into my pectorals, ripping the bangade there. Her spine bowing, her breath punching out of her nose in a sharp, strangled gasp. She curled up into me, lifting her upper body slightly, trying to anchor herself in the storm, seeking comfort in the very source of her torment.
Inside, her cunt clamped down like a fist. The sensation was mind-numbing. Wet velvet squeezing me so hard I could feel her pulse throbbing against her walls. It was impossible to resist. Impossible to think past the primal need to fuck her senseless.
I breathed hard, my jaw clenched. This girl...
She was making me work for every inch.
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. I nudged her temple with my own, a silent gesture of claim and comfort.
"I've got you," I whispered against her long pink hair.
She relaxed fractionally. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me. Big green pools shimmering with unshed tears, her face flushed a brilliant, blotchy pink, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her lips were parted, trembling with each ragged breath.
I smiled at her. Then I kissed her forehead, smoothing away the creases of tension between her brows. I kissed the tip of her cute button nose. And when I finally reached her pouty mouth, she was ready.
She lunged.
Maybe it was passion. Maybe it was revenge, but she surged upward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down hard. Her lips crashed into mine with an almost violent intensity, and her tongue pushed into my mouth with reckless, clumsy aggression.
It was all fire and need, but utterly amateur. Her tongue darted around wildly, searching for something but not knowing what. She was like a puppy wrestling with a toy. Enthusiastic, determined, but completely clueless.
I let her experiment. She was my student, after all. Let her try.
And I did that, but…. soon she started getting cocky. Her tongue tried to pin mine down; she made a small, satisfied noise in her throat like she was winning. I decided, then, to remind her of her place.
I danced with her tongue for a few seconds, letting her think she was leading. I wrapped one arm securely around the back of her neck, my fingers tangled in her damp hair, and slowly lowered her back down to the mattress.
She frowned against my lips, frustration bubbling up as she realized she couldn't get the upper hand. She pushed harder, trying to dominate the kiss.
That was the signal.
I started to pull my hips back.
Slowly.
"Mmph—!" The friction inside her sensitive, overstimulated cunt was electric. Sakura choked on a moan, her tongue freezing mid-stroke. Her eyes went wide.
I took the opening. I swept my tongue into her mouth, reclaiming territory. I swirled around hers, coaxing it, teasing it, forcing it to retreat.
She tried to fight back. Her tongue twitched, pushing weakly against mine, but the sensations from her cunt were too much. She was distracted, overwhelmed.
I paused with only the tip of my cock inside her. Sakura seemed to think this was her chance. She thought she could focus now, without the distraction of being stretched.
She thought wrong. But I let her think so.
When the tongue surged forward again, trying to reclaim lost ground. I let her push into my mouth, circling my tongue, trying to wrestle it into submission.
I let her try. I even retreated slightly, letting her think she was gaining the upper hand.
Her confidence grew. Her movements became bolder. She tried to mimic what I'd done to her—stroking, teasing, dominating.
I struck back.
I caught her tongue mid-stroke and pinned it down hard. I sucked on it, pulling it deeper into my mouth, trapping it. Then I stroked the underside with my own tongue, hitting every sensitive nerve.
"Mmmmnh...!" Sakura whimpered into my mouth, her body going limp.
She was revelious but not much of a fighter. Her tongue quickly went docile, yielding completely. She stopped fighting. She just... accepted.
I released her tongue, letting it retreat back into her mouth. But I followed. I invaded her space again, stroking every corner of her mouth. I deepened the kiss, taking everything. I explored the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat,
She didn't resist. She just opened wider, welcoming me. I tangled with her tongue, now softened, yielded, and she began to follow my lead submissively, mirroring my movements.
She'd learned. For now.
But I knew it was temporary. Sakura would always try to rebel. She'd always test boundaries, push back, and demand to be put in her place.
She loved this dance. I could feel it in the way she melted against me. She fought because she wanted to lose. She rebelled because being put back in her place felt like safety. Being tamed was her love language. It was her way of interpreting care. Of knowing I was paying attention.
And I was fine with that. She was my good girl, and I loved teaching her where she belonged.
Now it was time to impart a harder and girthier lesson on her.
I wrapped my arm tight around her shoulder, locking her slender body in place. Then I thrust. Hard.
I stretched her full again, claiming a fraction more of her virgin canal than before.
"NNNGH!"
Sakura convulsed in my arms. The moan was trapped in our kiss, vibrating against my lips. Her body tried to jerk away, but I held her still. I didn't let her escape. I didn't let her break the kiss.
I pulled back. Slowly. It felt like ripping my cock out of a glove. It felt stuck, suctioned in by her heat and tightness.
"Ah... ah...!" Sakura gasped into my mouth, her anticipation spiking.
I thrust back in.
Schlick.
Her body bowed. Her cunt rippled. Her nails raked down my back, her legs trembling violently on either side of me.
I pulled out again. Her body tensed in anticipation.
Her tongue went completely docile. It stopped fighting. It just followed mine, in a shy pleading obedience. Saliva pooled in her mouth, spilling out the corners of her lips and dripping down her chin.
I was building a rhythm. Agonizingly slowly, it will take a little bit more to be enjoyable, but with how supernaturally tight she was, it was progress.
I thrust back in and then—
"HNNNNAAAAAAHHH!"
Sakura's body exploded beneath me.
It was sudden. No warning. No build-up that I could sense. I hadn't seen it coming.
Her entire frame went rigid, her back arching so high her chest pressed flush against mine. Her arms tightened around my neck in a strangling grip, pulling me down as if she were drowning and I was the only floating debris. Her pussy convulsed, spasming wildly, clamping down on me so hard I thought she might actually break my cock.
And then she squirted.
A hot, forceful jet of fluid erupted from her, soaking my lower half, flooding the sheets beneath us. It didn't stop. It kept coming, wave after wave, her body shaking violently as the orgasm tore through her.
Her moan was strangled, muffled against my neck, turning into a high-pitched keen that vibrated through her entire body.
I didn't move. I just held her, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame, caressing her hips, her sides, her thighs.
"Shhh... I've got you... I'm here..." I murmured against her neck. "It's alright. Ride it out, Sakura. Just ride it."
It lasted for what felt like an eternity. Her pussy continued to spasm, milking me rhythmically, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control and filling her right then and there.
Finally, the tremors began to subside. Her arms went slack around my neck. Her pussy relaxed incrementally, the vice-like grip loosening just enough for me to breathe.
I leaned back, looking down at her.
She slumped back onto the wet, ruined sheets, staring up at me with teary, shell-shocked eyes, her chest heaving like she'd just run a marathon. Her face was a mess—flushed, sweaty, streaked with tears and saliva. Her hair was plastered to her forehead in damp strands. Her legs flopped open, twitching uselessly.
"Already?" Mebuki looked equally stunned. She blinked at her daughter, then at me, her expression shifting from surprise to disappointment. "Goodness, Sakura," she sighed. "On your first time? And so soon?" She shook her head, tutting softly. "I know Eishin-sama is exceptional, but that's no excuse for such a lack of control. You're supposed to please him, not... explode like a firecracker."
I glanced down at the soaked sheets, then at the puddle spreading across the floor. My lower half was drenched. And when I followed the trajectory of her squirt, I saw it had reached the wall. Even the closet door had droplets running down it.
The mother's squirt hadn't even reached halfway.
I'd expected to have to work her up slowly, to ease her into climax. But this...
"Eishin-sama, please forgive her lack of decorum," she said in an ingratiating tone, smoothing Sakura's hair back with a practiced hand. "She has no refinement. She just... reacts. Like an animal." She paused, her lips twitching in faint distaste. "I tried to raise a lady, but clearly, nature had other plans." Then she smiled, tilting her head. "But I suppose her... enthusiasm... is a compliment to your technique?"
I didn't have words for the middle-aged woman. At least not pleasant ones.
Sakura had surprised me. Hell, she'd impressed me. As expected from the female lead of the show.
"I'm... not..." the said girl mumbled through the haze, her breathing still heavy and ragged. Even that earth-shattering orgasm hadn't completely fried her neurons. Her stubbornness was alive and well, somehow surviving the sensory overload.
"I'm not... like that," she panted, her words slurring slightly and her eyes fluttering. "It just... it felt so hot. So full. I tried to... I tried to hold it but it just... happened. I couldn't stop it. I'm not—I'm not some kind of... Sensei, you have to believe me. I'm not like that. I'm not..."
It was adorable. She was drenched in her own fluids, lying in a puddle of squirt that she had personally expelled with the force of a fire hose, and she was still trying to negotiate her dignity.
I reached down and cupped her hot, messy face. Her skin was slick with sweat, her cheeks burning under my palm. She leaned into the touch instinctively, her green eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"It's alright, Sakura," I said, watching her calm instantly at my touch. Then I smirked. "You don't have to hold back with me. I accept you, even if you are such a huge pervert."
Her eyes snapped open. "A perv—" She huffed, her nose scrunching up as she tried to muster a glare. She wanted to look offended, but it came off more like pouting. "I am not," she insisted weakly. "I am—"
"A huge pervert," I cut her off.
I shifted my weight to the side, causing her to wince as my cock adjusted inside her tight, oversensitive channel. I pointed a finger over her shoulder.
"Look at the wall, Sakura. Look at the stains." She turned her head reluctantly. Her eyes widened as she took in the abstract art she'd painted on the closet door. "You did that, oh my shameless student."
She shook her head rapidly. "No, no, don't say that! I wasn't—I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault! Sensei, I swear, it was— it was….." She paused, looking back at me with a sudden flash of accusation. "Sensei, it was... it was your fault!"
"Sakura!" Mebuki's voice cracked like a whip. "Watch your tongue! How dare you blame Eishin-sama for your own lewdness? He is being patient with you, guiding you, teaching you with such patience, and you accuse him of... of what? Being too good? Is this what I taught you? To bite the hand that feeds you?"
Sakura's bratty reflex kicked in. "I wasn't—I didn't mean it like that! It's just..." She looked back at me, then down at her lower belly where my cock was still buried inside her, and huffed. "Aaah, nevermind. Forget I said anything."
Mebuki threw her a displeased glare before turning back to me, her expression smoothing instantly into sycophancy.
"Oh, Eishin-sama, please ignore her outbursts. She's just embarrassed. You know how she is, she likes to hide, and you've exposed her true nature so thoroughly. She blames you because she can't handle the intensity of what you're making her feel. It's actually a compliment, isn't it? You've overwhelmed her completely." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Please, teach her more. Make her get used to the intensity so she learns to be grateful and truthful instead of argumentative."
Sakura huffed and looked away, but I felt her pussy flutter tighter around me. Was she pissed or was she excited?
I looked down at the girl, then up at Mebuki. My expression hardened.
"Mebuki," I said calmly. "Sakura is my student. I am the one who decides how to teach her. Do not step out of your place."
Mebuki froze. She chuckled nervously, her hands fluttering. "W-what are you saying, Eishin-sama? I would never. Of course, I just—she is my daughter and—"
I glared.
She folded instantly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Eishin-sama! I overstepped! Of course, you know best. I was just—I spoke out of turn! I only meant to assist—I'll be quiet now."
She bowed her head, clasping her hands together in an exaggerated supplication.
Sakura watched this exchange with wide, fascinated eyes. I could see the gears turning in her head. To be so ardently defended by her sensei against her mother, the woman who raised her and had dominated her entire life, and watching her hand over all authority, all her parental authority, to me. The hierarchy was beingso explicitely redrawn in real time. It did something to her psyche.
It was... intoxicating for her, I suspected. Mother and daughter were much alike in many way.
I hummed, letting the silence stretch for a moment. I could have been harsher, but Mebuki had been useful. Bad cop to my good cop. And she was rather good at it. The dynamic had kept Sakura off-balance, compliant, and seeking my approval.
I turned my attention back to Sakura, cupping her chin with the hand on her cheek.
"Now, what were you saying?" I asked gently.
She looked at me for a long moment, then sighed.
"Sorry," she muttered, her tone more even now. "I'll do better. I just... lost my composure."
I raised an eyebrow. If this is how you want to play….
Then I moved my hand to the crook of her neck and pinned her down.
"S-sensei?"
I pulled my hips back, dragging my cock through her tight, oversensitive cunt.
"Ah! Wait! Wait, I'm too…. too sensitive!" she gasped, her hands flying to my chest. "I can't—not yet—"
I thrust back in, hard and deep, sheathing myself back into her slick, tight warmth.
Thwack.
"Hahhhh!"
Her back arched. Her breath punched out of her lungs. Her eyes rolled back as the fullness stretched her anew. Her pussy clenched around me like a vise.
I gave her a moment to breathe, watching her chest heave.
"I can…. feel it," she panted, her voice trembling. "In my stomach. You're so deep. I can feel you... pressing..."
And just like that, the composure she'd worked so hard to put on crumbled in a single thrust.
I smiled. "Much better."
She glared up at me, trying to salvage her pride. "How... how is this better?" she panted. "You just... winded me! I was trying to be—"
I grabbed her jaw firmly, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"You're my student, Sakura," I said seriously. "It's not your role to spare my pride or protect my feelings. When I ask you a question, you answer honestly. No gentle lies. No hiding. I want you to be open with me. Always." Then I smiled again when I felt the tension in her jaw loosen up. "Now tell me, my perverted student…. why is it my fault that you're enjoying this so much?"
Now here, I admit, I was lost a bit. I expected outrage. I expected her to sputter and deny it. It was designed to pick at her shame.
I didn't expect her to grin.
It was a shaky, lopsided grin, but it was there.
"I haven't been enjoying anything," she lied, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "This is a traumatic response. Purely biological. My body is just... reacting to stress."
I blinked.
"Wow," I said, genuinely conflicted. Both impressed and deadpanned. "Trauma usually involves less... clamping. You're squeezing me like you're trying to get juice out of a stone."
Her grin turned into an embarrassed flush. Pink spread across her cheeks.
"It's... muscle spasms!" she shot back. "From the... from the shock! I told you to be gentle, but you didn't listen! If anything, the pervert here is you!"
"Slander!" I mock-gasped. "How could you say such a thing?"
Her confidence returned. She nodded to herself. "Naruto was right," she declared. "Sensei is a super pervert. Who else would put his huge thing inside his student and then blame her for reacting?"
"And who but the perverted student," I countered smoothly, "would enjoy the perverted teacher's big thing in her first time enough to paint the wall?"
"That's not—! I didn't—! That's not fair! You're the one who—It's an accident, you stupid, callous sensei!"
She sputtered, her face turning scarlet.
I hummed thoughtfully. "You were right, Mebuki. Sakura needs more guidance. She still has so much to learn."
Mebuki jumped in immediately, eager to please. "Oh, absolutely, Eishin-sama! That's what I have been telling you. She needs firm handling. A strong hand to mold her. I'm happy to assist you in any way to ensure she learns her lesson."
"Hey! I don't need—why are you talking like I'm —wha—?! Eeep!"
Sakura's protest cut off in a yelp as I grabbed both her legs from under the knees and folded them up, pushing her knees toward her shoulders. She was flexible, at least.
Mebuki, ever eager to be useful, immediately grabbed Sakura's ankles and held them in place, keeping her daughter pinned in the obscene, exposing position.
"Sensei! What are you—?! Mom, let go!" Sakura shrieked, her face burning. "This is embarrassing! I can't—this is too—!"
"Hush," Mebuki scolded lightly. "After all you did, now you are thinking about modesty? This angle is much for you, you'll see. Eishin-sama's thinking about your comfort, sweetheart. You should be thanking him for being so considerate."
She looked at me with a smile. "She's ready, Eishin-sama. You don't have to hold back anymore. I've got her. You can focus on the lesson."
I placed both hands on Sakura's waist, just under her folded thighs, pinning her small body down completely. The view was incredible, her pussy fully displayed, open and stretching around me, her ass slightly elevated.
I smiled down at her. "A perverted sensei and a perverted student….. aren't we a perfect combo?"
Sakura grabbed my forearm, her eyes wide. "Sensei... at least... at least put on protection! You can't just—"
"Protection?" Mebuki cut in, waving her hand dismissively. "Rubber ruins the experience, dear. Besides, Eishin-sama is a responsible man. You shouldn't worry about such trivial things."
Sakura stared at her mother, stunned into silence. Her mouth hung open.
I leaned down close to her face. "Come on, Sakura," I whispered. "Show me more of that perverted side. I want to see all of you. I'm your teacher. I'll protect it. I'll protect you."
And then I started drilling her newly un-virgin cunt the way she deserved, showing her all the care she could handle.
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