Sasuke Uchiha had always been considered a genius, but he hadn't quite felt that way about himself. Doing well on his exams, thinking quick during missions, ever in control of his emotions-none of these things made a real genius. Further, Sasuke had constantly been overshadowed in his father's eyes by his brother, Itachi. And then, Itachi told him he wasn't even worth killing.
It had created a strange mix of emotions in Sasuke-he felt proud of his accomplishments, and tended to treat those who could not match him with disdain. But he knew there were those who were superior to him in one way or another, somewhere out there. He wasn't the strongest ninja, or the quickest, or even the smartest. Sakura was quick to remind him he was gifted in many fields, and that was a great accomplishment in itself. He knew on one level she was right, but what he knew and what he could bring himself to accept on an emotional level were different.
Still, Sasuke felt like all that was about to change. He had trained for this day, and considered many of the obstacles he'd overcome in life to be mere preparation for this moment. The seventeen year old looked the same as he always did, simple blue pants, tied robe belt holding a blue cloth about his waist and upper legs, simple grey shirt, collar upturned. His hair was fashionably messy, and his sandals were tied tight, not flopping everywhere like Naruto's He looked every bit the cold, calculating genius so many believed him to be.
Standing outside Naruto's house, Sasuke decided it was finally time to prove to himself what his true genius really was. Readying himself, he knocked thrice upon the door. He waited for an answer, piercing eyes concealing the thoughts racing in his mind. He didn't have to wait long, but even in the ten seconds it took, he had come up with a number of potential ways this encounter could go.
The door opened softly, and standing before him was Naruto's mother, the Red Hot Pepper herself, Kushina Uzumaki. She was wearing a simple green robe, underneath which Sasuke could see hints of white, a simple wrap that ended at her navel and fell to just below her knees. Her robe was knotted at the waist with a flimsy cloth belt, keeping her large breasts hidden but wonderfully contoured by the fabric. Sasuke, as ever the stoic, pretended not to notice his eyes boring into Kushina's.
Kushina had her mouth open, about to say something. But under that gaze, the aged kunoichi seemed to wilt. It was a quiet motion, a retreating back inside her mind, unwilling to speak. It took fortitude to hold someone's gaze, to not speak first. Naruto would make some wise-crack, and even others would make some visual cue. Sasuke did neither, simply looking at Kushina's eyes.
Finally Naruto's mother opened the door wider, a small but clear signal an invitation to enter the home when none had been asked for. "Won't you-please come in?" She asked, trying to restore a sense of normalcy, hiding the electricity she felt in that shared gaze. From herself, mostly.
Sasuke entered, not even inclining his head in greeting. "Uzumaki." Was all he said.
Now that bothered Kushina. Sasuke didn't say 'Uzumaki-san', or' Uzumaki-sensei '(while she no longer taught him directly, she still taught younger ninja, her advancing age a minor obstacle), just 'Uzumaki.' Not even 'Kushina.'
But of course, he shouldn't call her Kushina, she reminded herself. That would be too informal, improper for her son's friend-the son of her own friend, Mikoto, to address her so.
Again Sasuke merely stood, although this time he at least cast his gaze over the house. Which was kinda silly, Kushina thought, as Sasuke had been there several times before. He knew the Uzumaki household well enough. Though Sasuke and her own son did not share a conventional friendship, they were still friends, perhaps even stronger than most due to the unusual nature of their relationship and the fact that Sasuke didn't really have many other friends. There were girls who were interested in Sasuke, sure. Sakura, and Ino mostly. But even Tenten could be caught throwing glances at Sasuke-mostly when she thought he wasn't looking, because she doubted he'd respond even if he noticed. Sasuke didn't respond, but he certainly noticed. Not much escaped him, he was just very tactful as to which information to act upon.
Like right now, he said nothing about how Kushina was absently tugging at her belt, slowly but surely pulling it looser.
"Are you here to see Naruto-chan?" Kushina asked politely, looking at the taller ninja. Sasuke stood maybe three inches taller than Kushina, and his muscles were obvious thanks to that open-chested shirt of his, a flawless expanse of pale, teenage skin.
Sasuke nodded once. "Yes, is he here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, he and his father are out right now. Father-son training, you…" She trailed off and looked down, contrite. She had been about to say 'you know how it is', but from what Mikoto had told her it wasn't the most positive subject.
"I guess you'll be going then?" Kushina asked. She wouldn't mind if he stuck around, at least for a little bit. She wasn't blind, she could see what appealed to Sakura and the other girls.
"Obviously." The words stung like Sasuke had physically hit her. This boy could be awful rude.
He raised a hand, forestalling her words. "I just mean, I'm sure you have better things to do than spend time with me, Uzumaki. I'm no longer your student after all."
Her brief irritation faded, and Kushina nodded, the serene housewife again.
" I already know everything you could teach me."
The Red-Hot Habanero was back.
"Is that right, Sasuke-chan?" She said. Who did this boy think he was?
"I taught your mother nearly all the jutsu she can do, you know? And I've taught Taijutsu skills for nearly as long as you've been alive." Her face was flushed, and she took a step towards him, hands on her hips. If this stuck up boy thought he could talk that way to her, in her own house.
"I don't mean to be rude, Uzumaki, but everybody knows I'm the most talented ninja of my generation. Only Naruto comes close, and that's due to his status as host for the nine-tailed beast. Now, I'm sure in your day, you were quite impressive…"
"In my day? Just whose village do you think this is, little boy?"
If Sasuke was bothered that she'd talk to him like he was ten, again it didn't show. Maybe the fact that he was taller than her-something very apparent now that they were so close, maybe half a foot of distance between their faces-helped Sasuke hide any irritation he might have felt. And he was just so serene anyway, like a full of himself statue.
"Like I said, in your day, I suppose it was your village. But even if your son becomes Hogake like he's always talking about, I'll still be a better ninja than him, or your husband. And certainly you, Uzumaki." He was right in her face now, head tilted down to regard her. She wasn't about to wilt away, those damn piercing eyes boring into her or not.
"That's it! You and me, Uchicha-chan, right now!"
He smiled, not a real smile she could tell, more of an arrogant, cocky smirk. A little, 'I know something you don't know' smile, not an expression of normal joy. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. A woman your age…you're likely to break a hip."
"What!! I'm not even forty yet, you cheeky little…!" Kushina fumed, hair rising about her head, chakra flowing. And she'd thought this little prick was quite. Well, the arrogant tough guy act may have made teenage girls swoon, but she was going to put him in his place.
With the speed of a girl half her age, Kushina attacked, a hand knifing at Sasuke's perfectly styled pretty-boy hair. Just a feint-her right leg was about to scythe through his legs and leave him sprawled out-
Wham!
It took a second for Kushina's eyes to adjust. She was looking up at the ceiling, and there was a hand about the collar of her robe. Dimly, she recognized that her back hurt a little from the thumping it had just taken. She, she hadn't even seen him!
Sasuke wasn't even looking at her, she could see, his grip holding. He was on one knee, the other leg bent, empty arm spread to the side. A perfect stance, excellent form, executed with the skill and speed she'd expect from a master. Minimal contact, maximum effect. So he wasn't all talk, fine. He was still a jumped-up little-
Sasuke's face was above her now, features oozing condescension. "I told you, Uzumaki. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly." His tone was the polite mockery of someone who obviously knew she wasn't really hurt, but probably wouldn't have cared if she was. Just a stupid, stuck-up jerk. Nothing like her husband.
Kushina's head rose up, Sasuke's hand falling away. She pressed her lips against his, face red again, but not from embarrassment this time. Well, maybe a little. This boy was less than half her age, but she had just been turned on by his little display, his whole attitude.
His jaw worked against hers, mouth opening and tongue darting forth. They kissed passionately, and Kushina's hands began to run down along his back. Sasuke's hands found her robe, working inside the edges a bit, pushing it down her shoulders. At least this had shut him up, and he probably wouldn't be so cocky now.
Kushina pulled away, not really believing she'd just done that. What would Mikoto think? What would Minato think? She sat up, trying to draw her robe back up. He remained in his passion, impassive again. About the only change was that his lips were visibly moist now.
"Sasuke, I'm-I'm sorry. That was a mistake. You really should go now." He looked at her, and she at him. Neither made a move.
And then, with a simultaneous passion that Kushina felt should be accompanied by some swelling, slightly sappy music, they were at it again, lips and tongues working with hunger. Minato and Kushina didn't have the most active love life anymore, pushing middle age as they were, they didn't really need to be. She loved him, and he loved her, so who cared about the physical stuff?
But this, frenzied, passionate make-out sessions, she had missed these. One benefit to teenage energy, she supposed. Her hands trailed down Sasuke's muscled arms, as his own hands worked at her robe. He was definitely trying to push it down now, to expose her undergarments and impressive chest. When she was younger, she'd probably only been about a B-cup or so, but now, more than a decade after her active ninja days were behind her, she probably swelled up to a full D. Kushina hadn't gained much weight, mind you, but through some wonderful quirk of genetics, all the weight she did gain seemed to go to her breasts, with just a little on her hips and ass. Her lower legs were as shapely as ever, her neck swanlike and her face porcelain smooth. Obviously, Sasuke didn't seem to mind.
He climbed on top of her now, gently but firmly pushing her back to the floor, robe pooling about her. The belt was completely undone now, her breasts on shameful display for her son's childhood friend to see. Her lower half was covered, but the white garment was very thin and tight, clinging to her waist like a second skin and starting to get a little sheer with the bullets of sweat building up. Something about Sasuke's youthful, hurried moments (Kushina thought it ironic that those that had the most time left to live were in such a rush all the time) was infectious, and Kushina worked on his thick, tough belt. Sasuke tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his striated abdominals and well-defined pecs, biceps cut and lean as he rubbed from just under her beasts to her stomach, one hand caressing her hips.
His belt came off and the blue garment underneath was pushed down as his legs worked, their bodies mashing together. Only his pants remained, but even baggy as they were, suddenly Kushina felt it, an iron bar against her lower thigh.
It couldn't be. It wasn't possible? She froze, suddenly a little afraid and starting to realize just how wrong this all was. Sasuke pulled back, that cocky grin back on his face.
"What's wrong, Uzumaki? Cat got your tongue?" His knees straddled her body, and he tugged his pants off, underwear as well in a single tug. They flew through the air, sailing from the living room to the nearby kitchen and landing on the Uzumaki's dinner table.
Sasuke's penis. Sasuke's penis. Naruto's best friend, Sasuke, Kushina's friend Mikoto's son, a young boy, a former student of her's, had his penis out. It was real, and he was naked, and it was right in front of her and-
It was the biggest she'd ever seen in her entire life. Minato was about average size, maybe six inches fully erect. He'd never let her down, even if he had to work a little harder now and then to get her off, and she still didn't come every time they had sex. Kushina had no complaints, but this thing. It had to be nearly twice the size, girthy and so large it could barely point up, it sort of bobbed around, circumcised head shining, thick veins pulsing.
"Sasuke, just wait, now, I think we need to stop. This is wrong, and I-umf!"
Sasuke had plugged Kushina's open mouth his cock-head, the spongy but surprisingly firm tip filling up her jaw, actually forcing her to go wider now.
"I'm sorry, Uzumaki. I can't hear you. What were you saying?" Sasuke chuckled, again, not a happy sound but something else, a darker emotion disguising itself as childish frivolity. Her legs began to kick as he pushed in deeper, the head forcing Kushina's rebellious, wriggling wet tongue down flat to the bottom of her mouth.
"UNG! UMF!! Ga, glurg! Gack-gack-gack!" Kushina's words, whatever she had to say, was shoved back down her throat with the rest of Sasuke's cock. Kushina hadn't given her husband a blowjob in nearly a year-it just seemed like a lot of work for something that was no real fun for her.
But if the elder ninja had sucked her husband's dick every single day for the past ten years, it would not have made her ready for this. Sasuke held her hair almost daintily, wrapping his hands around and around in the reddish-pink strands, forcing her face up and down, up and down. Her features were drawn tight, face stretched by the dick. She gagged and coughed the whole way, but Sasuke was relentless.
Kushina looked up at his eyes, hearing and feeling the smack of his balls on her chin as he got closer to hilting himself inside. She looked in his eyes for some kind of mercy, some brief respite from this. She had maybe, in her darkest, dirtiest secret chamber of her mind, thought she might sleep with Sasuke today. But nothing like this.
In his eyes, she found no pity, no mercy. He didn't even look cocky now, and that was the scariest part. She wasn't giving him a blowjob at all, really. Sasuke was just fucking her head, heedless of the body, of the person, it was connected to. "I bet your husband's dick is nothing like this." He said, with just a hint of a taunt in his words. It was so matter of fact, that was what hurt. Like he knew he was bigger, like it was just the natural expected thing. Sasuke's superiority complex wasn't a total act, at least. He truly believed he was better than.
Superior specimen or not, the slimy, spit-wrenching, drool-leaking mouth he was fucking was hot, wet, and unbelievably tight, suctioned on his dick with every motion he made. Sasuke's breath hitched-he was getting close. He wanted a change of pace first, a little switch.
Sasuke withdrew his dick and Kushina made a battered, 'hurk' sound, couching and gagging. Spit ran from her mouth, and she turned her head, spitting a little onto the floor.
Sasuke stood up, hands still entwined in her hair. "Aah!" Naruto's mother shouted, feeling like clumps of her locks were about to be torn off. "No, ah, nah, please stop, Sasuke!"
Sasuke walked backwards to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread. Then he used her hair like the reins of a horse and plunged Kushina back onto his cock. His assault was two-fold now, hands tugging her down while his hips plunged upwards, dickhead hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. He eyes watered, the small amount of mascara Kushina had put on that morning beginning to run. She couldn't breathe, this skullfuck more vigorous, more punishing, more difficult to endure than having the nine-tails shackled inside her.
Sasuke looked down at her, smiling again. "For an older girl, I expected you to be better at giving head, Uzumaki. That's why I have to force you like this. If you would just learn the-ung-proper way to act-I wouldn't have to put so much effort in this. A woman is supposed to please their partner completely with a blowjob, don't you know anything?" Pre-come leaked down into her stomach, Sasuke took the time to pull out and smear his spit-shined cock all over his face.
He raised it up with one hand, Kushina struggling to form words with all the bubbles of spit in her mouth. Then Sasuke beat her with the cock, using his ten-inch pole like a nightstick, targeting her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and ever her forehead, smearing it all over her, a disgusting, dominating sex act. His balls pressed up against her mouth as he did so, the twin orbs ticking her lips with the stiff, bristly hairs poking out.
Despite herself, involuntarily, Kushina's hand went to the base of his dick, jacking it lewdly. She told herself she just wanted to make him come quicker. If she had been watching this happen, and someone gave her that excuse, she wouldn't have bought it for a minute.
In any case, her actions seemed to be working, Sasuke getting off as much on her new participation as much as her small fingers wrapped around his giant shaft. His hands went to her armpits, hosting her up a bit between his legs. "Bring those big cowtits over here. No girl my age could have these big, swinging things."
Sasuke deftly unhooked her bra, bringing it up and letting it hang back around her neck like the world's most ridiculous scarf. "If you don't wear a bra, do they smash together when you run, you old sow?" He asked, squeezing and palming the big firm tits.
As he wrapped them around his huge shaft, Sasuke reflected that his words were a bit off-of course they were just to make Kushina feel worse about this, but her breasts were surprisingly firm, given her age. And like he had said, much bigger than what he was used to, which was good. Even now they couldn't cover his entire cock, which Kushina realized as the thing kept poking her in the neck and underside of the jaw.
She looked at him for a second, that same pitiless gaze there. Some unseen, unheard communication was taking place. Then Kushina opened her jaw again and tilted her head down, taking in those inches her mashed together tits couldn't cover. That was it, that was all he needed.
"Oh, Uzumaki. You're going to make me come!" Sasuke said, holding the sides of her face tight.
Kushina got ready to swallow whatever came her way, glad the ordeal was soon to be over. Sasuke closed his eyes, arrogance briefly replaced by the sheer pleasure he felt from the mixed throat and titjob, and erupted. Spewing out come, Kushina swallowed the first big spurt, surprised there was so much. The second one she got as well, and then the third. But the three that came after it was too much, and she pulled back, arms flailing as her body's natural drowning instinct kicked in.
Sasuke let her retreat off his cock, hands holding her in place and stopping her from getting too far. With one hand, he pushed out the rest of his jizz, getting in Kushina's hair, face and tits. Some even got in her eyes, which stung. They panted, Sasuke from pleasure, Kushina just desperately trying to get back normal oxygen flow to her body.
"Sasuke…what, how...why?" She sounded as pitiful as she looked. Sandals kicked off, Sasuke pushed her back with one sock covered foot. She sprawled on the floor again, unceremoniously.
"Ok, Uzumaki, that was actually pretty good. I suppose I should return the favor." Sasuke moved over her, eyes sizing her body up like a shark circling wounded prey. He tore at her under garment, splitting it all the way down the middle. Tossing her robe aside as well, he took his time with her panties, peeling them off slowly. They were drenched, and Kushina blushed like a tomato as they both grew painfully aware of her arousal.
Sasuke straddled her again, ass mere inches from her face, humiliating her again. His cock, soft but still larger than her husband's, drooped between her breasts as he leaned forward. Two fingers plunged into Kushina's inviting pussy without warning.
"Aah! Sas-uke!" She wailed, shaking her head slightly. The young Uchiha dipped his head down between her loins, recalling something Orochimaru had taught him, a minor bit of jutsu. Sasuke's suddenly long, impossibly moist tongue rolled out of his mouth, trailing around Kushina's dripping pussy lips. She'd never felt anything quite like it.
Wasting no further time, Sasuke attacked her dripping cunny, tongue and fingers delving in and out, working up and down the outside, trailing along her clitoris. With her voice returned, Kushina put it to good use.
"No, Sasuke, don't! It's, it's too-ahh-too much. You're going too fast, I can't-oh god! Sasuke!" If he hadn't been so busy, he would have smirked at the way she said his name. Instead, he just focused on making her orgasm.
He didn't have long to wait. "Oh, no, oh god, oh my god! Sasuke! I'm, I'm coming!" Kushina Uzumaki had her first orgasm in nearly two weeks, not in the tender loving arms of her husband and life-long partner, but at the relentless ministrations of some teenage, donkey-dicked jerk. That thought, and Sasuke's almost too rough tweaking of her clitoris, was enough to send her into another shame-fueled orgasm, wailing like a banshee the whole time.
Her tongue poked out from her teeth, her hair shook and danced as her head flung in all directions, her feet stamped the ground, and her hands unwilling came up and traced along Sasuke's back, fingernails gliding and tracing tiny thin red lines. She was ready for the final act.
Sasuke stood up, pulling her with him, this time by the neck, his hand resting on her pulse. If he wanted, he could snap her like a twig. But one look in his eyes and Kushina knew he had something different than physical punishment in mind. Something far worse.
They marched into the kitchen, Kushina's steps weak, Sasuke's rejuvenated cock bouncing with each step. He swept his clothes aside from the table and lifted her up by her neck, slamming her down onto the wood. There was a soft splintering sound. This was it. Kushina, bareass naked on the table where her son had cereal in the morning, was about to get reamed out by his so-called best friend.
Sasuke looked own at her, a cruel twinkle in his eyes. "Ready, Uzumaki?"
Kushina, bleary with post-orgasm bliss, mind reeling from the events, unsure if she truly wanted this or not (well that wasn't true. She fucking ached for it. But she was still thinking that was wrong), felt just a spark of her old rebellious self come back.
"You just ate out my pussy and came on my face, Sasuke-chan. You can call me Kushina." She tried to smile at him.
He slapped her, hard. "You will call me Sasuke-sensei. Since I'm obviously the one teaching you now. About how to fuck properly. Kushina-slut. Kushina-whore. Cheating dirty little housewife hooker!" He shouted.
Sasuke threw Kushina's legs up, bending them back to press on either side of her boobs. Her belly contorted in this position, little lines visible, ass up, pussy wet and eager, face flushed. Sasuke plunged inside, getting half his dick in on the first try. Not bad for a woman with the sexual skills of a shy teenage girl.
"Oh, Sasuke!" She said, one look from him reminding her. "s-sensei. Sasuke-sensei! I don't think I can take it all!"
"Like I give a shit what you think, dummy." He replied, gripping her fleshy thighs. He pulled out a little and pressed back in. She gripped the table for support, which was already beginning to rock a little. "I'm gonna force my cock inside you, and leave you begging for more. Kushina the slut!" He slammed again, his balls smacking against her round, ripe ass.
Tired of talking, Sasuke bent down sucked on Kushina's tits while she moaned deliriously, thwapping and smacking his pelvis against her used and abused pussy. His sexual bludgeon worked in and out of her tight little hole, filling her up completely, hilting inside his best friend's mom. While not the best lay Sasuke'd ever had (but she'd learn), that feeling alone would have made it all worth it.
They rutted on the table for what seemed an hour. Kushina was aware that time was passing, but not in any real, waking sense. She didn't notice the movement of the clouds through her window, upside down as her head was dangling off the table. She didn't feel sweat dry on the soles of her feet as Sasuke gripped them, twisting her legs into different positons for him to enjoy. Dimly, she realized Sasuke had come along her back at some point, muttering something about it "not being time to get her pregnant yet", but after sliding the come-slippery cock into her mouth once more, earning a few more glurgs and gags, he just went right back to fucking her.
She just knew there was time when he was atop her, and then then she had one leg draped off the table, and the other parallel with his chest as Sasuke fucked her sideways. She'd even lost the ability to count her orgasms, though Sasuke noted everyone one. He'd got her to just shy of nine by the time he was nearly done (counting the two from earlier, he was detail oriented like that) and chose to finish out by fucking her from behind, clambering up on the table.
The wood squeaked and groaned as their sex slippery bodies rocked back and forth, mostly drowned out by Kushina's voice, which was now articulate, if slightly changed, nearly incoherent by how her voice was hoarse and her words guttural. "Fuck me harder, Sasuke-sensei! Spank my fat fucking ass! Use me in my own house before my family comes home. I don't want them to know what a slut you've made me!"
Sasuke pulled back on her hair, bending her nearly in half. "Good! Fucking! Whore!" He said, in time with his thunderous thrusts. However, even Sasuke had lost a bit of his sense in the frenzied carnal act, or he would have realized just what stress he was putting the table through.
With a final ka-crackk, the Uzumaki dinner table split in two, and Kushina fell in a heap on her kitchen floor, Sasuke still buried inside her. He mashed her face down on the tiled floor as she wailed in ecstasy.
"Ooooh my GODD!! Fuck me, fuck me! Rail me like my husband never could! I'm yours now, Sasuke-sensei!" It was truly brain-melting sex, as where before Kushina had been a proud, happily married ninja, she was now a sex crazed maniac, gleefully cheating on her husband, betraying her son's trust with his friend.
As much as Sasuke would love to finish plowing inside her and fill her to the brim with his jizz, he still couldn't. Pulling out he turned her over, jacking furiously. Kushina was looking up at him now, gaze submissive.
"Come for me, please. Please, please, fucking shoot my stomach full! I need it!"
"OOOOHHHHH!" Sasuke shouted, another orgasm ripping through his body. This one mainly got in her hair, but some added to the now dry crust on Kushina's face. He sat down in the ruins of the table.
Worming her body around like a reptile, Kushina went to work, cleaning up the mixture of her own juices and Sasuke's come from his dick. She spat on it, rubbed it with her hands, gagged herself upon its still impressive girth, before pulling back. She smiled loopily at her work-all clean!
"You need to take a shower, you filthy slut," Sasuke said clearly. He stood up, picking up his long-forgotten shirt. He turned, giving her no more attention. He was done with Kushina, for now.
He felt something on his ankle, and didn't need to look down to confirm it was Kushina's weak hands.
"Please, come back soon. I'll, I'll get this all cleaned up, no one will ever know." Sasuke smirked at that. He already had people to tell, though the rest of the Uzumakis weren't on that list.
"Please come back! I'll get Kakashi to spend time with Minato, he'll be out of the house, and Naruto can go play with his friends! Next time…will you fuck me on my bed? Pound me where my husband does?"
Sasuke grunted. "As if you can compare the two of us."
She nodded, eagerly agreeing with his casual cruelty. "Yes, Sasuke-sensei, he's nowhere near as good as you. You can show me in our bed. Even in Naruto's bed if you like! Just please. Thursday, puh-llease!" That was two days from now.
Sasuke bent down, smacking her once, the way you would to get an unruly animal's attention. "Listen, Uzumaki whore, you belong to me now. You do not get anything save for what I give you. You are my toy. I play with you when I want, and put you away when I'm finished. But if you can keep your dumb trap shut about this, and put on something sexy next time, and not look like some dumpy housewife, I'll come back and give you more dick than you could ever hope to get anywhere else." He gripped her chin between thumb and forefinger.
"Understand?"
"Yes, Sasuke-Sensei. Whatever you say. Thank you."
This time he stopped only to pluck her panties up, holding them for her to see. "I'm keeping these, Uzumaki. Better hope your fucking husband doesn't ask where they went."
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Kushina alone in the ruins of her kitchen, her marriage as wrecked as the table. She was at once completely sated and yet desperately hungry for more. It was a feeling she was going to become very familiar with in the coming months.