Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

When she woke up in the tub she knew hours had passed. She felt slimy. Her face was covered in slick sweat. Tsunade climbed out of the tub and began to towel off as she headed for the locker room. Once she finished drying off her body she took her weekly inspection in front of the mirror.



Tsunade: “There must have been something magic in that bath, my skin is glowing. Even my face, it all seems like it was shined.” She turned a bit red in the face. < Boy could I kill the men with this. > “But most likely I’ll head back to my room for a quick ‘solo mission’ before returning to my desk. I swear, I haven’t gotten the real thing since I became Hokage. Shizune’s not helping either…”



It was starting to get dark. The Sage was wondering where in town he could park and prey for the night. His observation method had a very large cost. If he didn’t get the real thing tonight, he would be the sore ‘blue beast’ of Konoha in the morning, and he had much more to do which involved walking around. Striking out was not an option tonight.



Jiraya: “There…that looks like the place…” He walked into a special bar, one that had almost rooms for booths, only a single table in the open, and no seating at the bar. This place was meant for people to interact. It was very hard to be alone on busy nights, and tonight was not empty. < Let’s see what you have for me tonight, bartender…>



His eyes adjusted to the dimness soon enough, and he found himself a sake at the bar and a sultry waitress to serve it too him. She had on tight clothes and was blessed with a figure to make them so. Her face was a bit wide, but that didn’t matter, her beautiful dark hair evened it out.



At her room Tsunade loosened her Obi, allowing her to breathe a deep sigh as her breasts separated her outer garment. She wasn’t exposed, just open.



Tsunade: “Now, how do I want to do this. I know I don’t have much time…that Shizune’s a slave driver. I’m lucky I didn’t see her in the bath.” < I’m happy she didn’t wake me up at least. > She looked across her room. She both wanted and did not want a toy. She always got frustrated by them. < They aren’t alive…they make me feel…empty.> She spied her favorite white throw pillow pinched between her bed and her nightstand. “Come here smelly…”



The night dwindling away, Jiraya loosened his wallet and soon he had a flock of girls around him. The most he had at one time were seven, and now he was down to 5 (Including the waitress). She had been blunt with him all night. She could tell he was a big shot and she wanted him badly.



Jiraya: < If I want a good rest for the morning I’m going to have to choose one of these beauties and act right now. > He had his choice of them, and as one walked out he realized he was down to four. Only two stood out. < There’s the waitress, but I can smell her musk from here, she’s been wet half the night, and with my luck I’ll be itching weird places for weeks if I took her in. Too bad…> He gave her a friendly look. < She’s got a smashing body. > He had made a pun in his own mind. She was build like Tsunade ( A body that could smash) , just…less. The other one that stuck out to him was a quiet girl with sky blue hair. It was cut short and had a wave in the back. She was brought in by the waitress, a friend of hers. < No doubt she brought her flat friend in to accent her own features. This girl is just like that Genin, she looks like a doll straight form the factory, no features at all. Just pour, set & sand.> The other two girls could be fun… but they could go either way, and he knew his choices for relief were on the left side of the table.



Tsunade slipped the tufted white pillow between her breasts, it was silky as always, and she loved the way it felt on any part of her body. As she massaged the inside of her cleavage she began to start catching the musty smell of all her past encounters, which could not be washed clean from the fabric. < Oh Kakashi…> That was her pet name for the pillow. It had white fuzzy tufts of satin hair covering it, but the shag pillow was too short for it to be ‘Jiraya’ so she called it Kakashi…



She had enough of the smell, so she knelt on her bed and sat on the pillow. Because of her age and tendencies, her folds were never ‘hidden’, so she didn’t have to separate herself as she ground against its softness. Before long it was moist. She had a firm grip on one end of it to keep the friction going, her other hand would squeeze her breasts. She always liked to push them flat against her body rather than squeezing them. < Every man in Konoha wants to squeeze them. I want to be surprised when they get the chance to. Every fantasy I have involves them being pressed against me, smashing my softness into my own face, making it hard to breathe. I would lie on the bed, and they would lay on me just the same. > She snuck a finger along her opening, then a second. She grabbed right inside of her horn, the fingers slid in with no resistance. She cursed and redness filled her veins.



“God, why do you give us women such dainty fingers, I can’t fill any space with these. I need a man’s hands…but if I had those, I would have what I really wanted…” She pulled out the pillow and tossed it at the head of her bed. She threw herself down on the bed, pressing her face into it. All the breath she took in was filtered through the slick wet surface of the shag and then her own nostrils. She didn’t know why she had to smell herself so badly, it just gave her focus when she wasn’t satisfied with masturbation.



Her hands made their way back past her thighs and she would take turns on which five fingers she would fit into herself. Because of her build, she could only fit three from one hand and two from another in at the same time…and all that did was open her up. Hatred and anger filled her again. She lifted her head off the pillow and smashed it into the headboard. It cracked into shambles. She began to cry.



“Why did you make me so large, so deep, and then keep me from a man in this world…” She wanted to say Jiraya…but she knew he could be watching right now. She wouldn’t admit it, so that she could save them both the pain of losing whatever they would have. Besides, she was the leader of Konoha’s ninja…they came first. Well, protecting them was a priority. Tsunade still hadn’t came yet, but…I’m getting off track.



She sat there, bent over, working her walls with four fingers until she built to a small climax. Her skin tightened and a gush of warmth re-lubricated her, but that was it. She crashed her face into the pillow again, wailing. Her pussy was throbbing, and there was nothing but a man that would take her pain away. She buried her face further into the pillows and let loose. She was sinking again, losing control. She only cried this way when she craved him the most. < Jiraya…> She never cried this hard…sometimes not at all…when she lost comrades. Why would a simple thing like sexual inactivity bring it out?



Jiraya had made his choice.



Jiraya: “Hey, Kiyoko-san, was it?” He poked at the silent girl with plain features. She shifted her eyes towards him.



Kiyoko: “Ha-Hai..”



Jiraya: “You don’t look too comfortable, are you not feeling well?” He knew her type, or at least he could guess it. With a promiscuous mountain of lust like the server for a friend, Kiyoko would just tag along and accept whoever tossed her meat in these places. If her friend hadn’t taken it all already…



Kiyoko: “I’m fine,” She broke a fake smile. “Really.” < Why the sudden interest in me, white man, I’m just here to make her look better.>



Jiraya: “I have a sixth sense about these things, you don’t need to be polite Kiyoko, come, I’ll walk you home, I’m done here. Gochisousama…” He had his natural charisma, as well as a stern tolerance for alcohol pushing him to an easy catch for tonight.



Kiyoko: < Pity again…> “Oh..Okay…” Jiraya got up and helped her to her feet, then he swirled his jacked around her. He felt a hand slip down the back of his trousers then recede, leaving a piece of paper. He turned to the waitress and whispered softly.



Jiraya: “I’ll call sometime.” < After I’m 80, maybe.> He gave her a fake suggestive smile and ushered Kiyoko out the door.



Kiyoko: “It’s fine, you really don’t have to end your night for me. I can get home from here. Go back in and have some more fun…” She let out a nervous laugh to cover the silence. “Besides, I think my friend likes you.” Another fake smile. Jiraya pulled her into an alley.



Jiraya: “As I sat in that bar, all I could think of was how I would end my night with you. Just walking you home would be enough. A nice quiet walk filled with fresh air. Your friends are too noisy and when I get alcohol in me loud things become annoying.” He could see her lies fade from her face. She looked happy about something. Perhaps a little self esteem was slipping from his smooth-talk.



Kiyoko: “Okay, it’s this way then.” She led him through a few streets to her house. All the way he could read anticipation, anxiety and fantasy in her body language, her silence, and the play of her hands. Her little performance began to build to crescendo so he figured they must be close. He grabbed her hand.



Jiraya: “Is it okay if we walk like this the rest of the way?” She blushed and looked at is feet.



Kiyoko: “It’s…it’s fine, it’s good, I feel safer already.” Another nervous laugh. Around another corner and her steps slowed. She pivoted to face him. “This is where I live, thank you for walking me here.” Jiraya faked a trance. He then faked snapping out of it. < He’s tired…>



Jiraya: “It was my pleasure, sleep well.” He faked wavering on his feet a bit. She took in his fatigued body language and hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. “Sleep well.” He repeated himself, then started to walk sloppily past her house. < Come on, I know you have it in you…>



Kiyoko: “Wait.” < I don’t care if he doesn’t do anything. He could be a gentleman. I don’t care if we don’t even lie together. I don’t care if he sleeps on my couch. If he sleeps a night in my house, I’ll have beaten her…> He leaned on the wall and turned into her, his nose wiped against the wall. He was laying it on thick. “Would you…” She paused and inhaled. “Would you like to come in?” He walked towards her.



Jiraya: < Showtime.> “Actually, Kiyoko, I can’t take chances like that, if you would like, you can come with me, but I can’t go into other people’s houses.” She rolled it around in her head for a bit.



Kiyoko: “Okay…”



They walked to nowhere; Jiraya was leading her to the evacuation routes for Konoha. He found the one nearby that had a shop entrance. She seemed a bit confused at first.



Kiyoko: “So, you live above the store?” She seemed nervous.



Jiraya: “Quite the opposite, I live below the store.” He opened the entrance to the evacuation tunnel and walked her in. Soon he closed the entrance behind her. The area was lit with lamps, only dimly.



Kiyoko: “You weren’t kidding, you really do have to be careful if you live here, are you a high class Jounin or something?”



Jiraya: “The truth is, Kiyoko-san, I’m kind of horny, and this is one of the few places where it’s safe for me to be vulnerable.” (He actually already had shadow clones checking the place out…)



Kiyoko: “Horny?” She went flush.



Jiraya: “I told you, I like quiet things. You’re quiet, I don’t have to worry if it’s with you.”



Kiyoko: “But it’s dark and cold down here…”



Jiraya: “Don’t couples dim the lights before they share each other? Don’t they share each other’s warmth?” He started to approach her. She dropped his cloak.



Kiyoko: “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He put his hands around her shoulders. < I’m not sure about this guy, but I’ve not had a man in months, and she’s swallowed anyone that’s been interested in me before…I’m getting hot down there. >



Jiraya: “I want to make sure you’re ok-“ < Wow.> He was interrupted mid sentence as she locked lips with him. She was hot in the face, he didn’t have to act anymore. He began feeling her form out as they pressed their faces together. She had breasts, they just weren’t prominent. Everything else on her form was ‘factory’ like the pun he had made earlier. Her butt was flat, but soft.



Kiyoko: “Please, here…” She took his hand from her rump and pressed it to her front. She was hot. He could almost feel her moisture.



Jiraya: < We’ve got a live one here. > He began to play with her through the fabric and she did the same. “Oy, that’s not necessary, you’re enough for me. I welcomed you here, so you should have a good time.” She blushed, she didn’t know what he meant or what to think of it. Usually the guy would lay there until she sucked him off and then he’d take her over and she’d play dead fish, trying to latch on to the memory of what was happening.



Not far around the corner, a shadow clone located one of the standard Anbu troops that keep surveillance on the tunnels. He approached the unit.



Corner-Kage: “Hey, if you’re going to watch, at least do something useful.” The ninja’s head didn’t turn, his body didn’t move. No acknowledgement was given to his request whatsoever. The shadow clone pulled out a canvass and a brush with ink. “Take her caricature, it’s not like it’s outside of your mission.” He went to hand it to the ninja, but the Anbu whipped out his own brush from a tonto-blade like sheath, and then unrolled a bit of a scroll with the other hand. He flashed his wrist a few times and handed the paper to the shadow clone.



Sai: “Do not continue to converse with me unless it is official business.”



Corner-Kage: “This is official business, and I need one with her clothes off.” The Anbu dipped his brush in ink again and rolled out more of the scroll. He finally turned his mask towards the shadow clone. He didn’t need to speak, Jiraya knew he was telling him he had to get her naked first.



Kiyoko: “Let me start…” She dropped to her knees like there was nothing else she could to and reached for is waistline. < If I can just make him want more I can get a good ride out of this. > He stepped back form her, leaving her confused and a little afraid. She felt alien, he wasn’t going along. He turned to one of the lamps and slipped some oil into it. The area became brighter, as if bathed by the white light of the moon. It accented her pale flesh and silvered his hair.



Jiraya: “Undress yourself, I’m going to please you.” She followed his command without hesitation. < She’s truly lost. I wonder how much she even knows about sex.> He took off his shirt and stood there for a bit. She gave him an expectant look. “Oy, all you need to do is stand there for a bit in the light, the I’ll be ready. You are wonderful.”



She let out a nervous laugh, but she had on a real smile. She held out her arms a bit and stood on one leg for him. Sai handed Corner-Kage the finished copy.



Jiraya: “Oh! I’m feeling it now, it won’t be much longer!” Her smile spread farther. “There is one thing I have to take care of first…” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began putting it on after only loosening his trousers. He had it all the way on before he let his pants fall. He looked her over again shortly. < I can see her glistening, she really wants sex, that will make things easy. >



Kiyoko: “It’s alright, you can do whatever you want.” < He’s HUGE, I just hope I’m wet enough not to make this awkward. I hope he doesn’t want the back either…>



Jiraya: “Oh! I’m so lucky! Could you stand like you did before?” She raised her arms in the air and one foot of the ground smiling at him. A small tear of her juice making its way to her knee. < Forgive me again Tsunade. >



Kiyoko: “Like this?” She was making him happy, and that made her happy. < I didn’t even have to put him in my mouth. They’re always so insistent on that. And it tastes so bad but they won’t fuck me unless I swallow it. This guy’s different…>



Jiraya: “Just like that, now put your arms around my neck.” She did as he asked, trying to keep her balance a bit. Her eyes focused on the wrapped package. She tried hopping up to it, all she could do before losing her footing was grind her slit against it. Jiraya caught her around the back and grabber her raised leg in his other hand. < She’s so anxious, I hope she can take a long run, I don’t end quickly. >



Kiyoko: “WooooaooaH!” < I’m sure he thinks I’m stupid now. Just some cock hungry pity fuck. > “I’m sorry.”



Jiraya: “Don’t be, I can’t wait any longer either.” He lifted her off the ground by the leg and she tried to wrap her other leg around him, but his arm was blocking. She was so confused about how this was supposed to happen. “Relax, just keep your arms around me and I’ll do the rest.” He saw her reassured by this.



Kiyoko: “Alright…” He set her down gently on his erection. The head was separating her opening, but it wasn’t just going to slide in.



Jiraya: “Now you can push down.” She had never had control in sex, only in foreplay. The man would always do the work, spending themselves trying to get the strongest reactions from her. She was never tired when they were done, just messy and satisfied. This would be different. She let out a grunt as she arched her hips and pressed herself down on him. The condom made it easier for him to get in, but she still wasn’t warmed up enough to swallow him all. < She’s so warm, this is heaven! >



Kiyoko: “Umm, don’t worry, we’ll get you all in there in a moment, please enjoy this for now…” < God this is embarrassing. I’ve got a nice, hot man…boy is he hot in there, and I have to leave a few inches out in the cold, why won’t it go in any further, I want it and he hasn’t hit the end yet…> She began to grind a bit.



Jiraya: *laugh* “I thought I said I was going to please you, it seems you still want to do the tough stuff. At least let me work myself in.” He cradled her by the legs and started moving his hips, giving her small bounces. Her breasts started to wiggle, but that’s about all the more motion that was going to come out of them. She started gasping, but she sounded like a girl playing tag, each inhale and exhale sounded like a discovery.



Sai: “You know this is going to be reported…” He was speaking to no one. The Corner-Kage had escaped without Sai’s knowing. < As expected of the legendary Sanin of infiltration…>



Kiyoko: “You’re almost there!” She sounded like a kid cheering on a playmate to a goal. She was bouncing on her own too now. Her muscle began to clamp down intermittently on Jiraya. He watched her face with some surprise. < This feels great, I’ve never done it standing up before! Wait till I tell… Uh …ah..>



Jiraya: “Looks like you’ve already got there.” < She…doesn’t change. She’s coming right now and…there’s nothing in her face. She really doesn’t understand sex…> Soon the convulsions around his member slowed and a wave of hot and slick juice wept out around him as he pulled and pushed her inside. She had elongated and the next bounce pressed her vulva against his white hairs. Jiraya had a very straight and steel erection, this first pass at a full burial landed on the top of her cervix, and the bouncing stopped right there. He stood looking her in the eye. She was panicked.



Kiyoko: “I’m…uh…gah…Sorry about this, I’ll get it started again…ug ah.” He just watched as she panicked. She tried to wiggle, but every time a slight bit of friction was presented against her cervix she collapsed slightly. Then it welled up like a button that had been held down too long on a buzzer. Her walls began clamping down again, much harder this time. Her cervix was moving too. She had no power to move, and Jiraya was just watching her, holding her. She looked down. < Oh my god, it’s moving on it’s own?!!> She could see her lips doing what she usually had to do to men before they’d service her as the waves of warm and cold passed over her. Sweat poured out over her body. Soon she became cold and clammy as her orgasm finished.



Jiraya: “I’m starting again.”



Kiyoko: “Oh…” *gasp* “Okay.” He began thrusting, and she was back at dead fish, except for the grip she had about his neck. Her legs were barely coiled. Soon she felt another new sensation. Inside her something went snap. Jiraya stopped immediately. “It’s alright, I don’t mind if you’re done…” Jiraya was just beginning to feel the tingle and was concentrating hard on holding his orgasm back. It was minutes away, but he didn’t want to take any chances with a broken condom. He pulled out of her. A wet slap hit the ground has her juices poured from her opening before it lazily closed. “I’m, I’m sorry!” < I just peed myself?!>



Jiraya: “It’s fine, the condom just broke, I’ll put on another one.” She looked around hastily, keeping the puddle on the ground in her view. He saw her eyes darting around as she took short breaths. As he put on the condom he explained. “You didn’t wet yourself. When you get the right push, you let something go, too.”



Kiyoko: “Let…something go?”



Jiraya: “Like a man, only different.” He pinched the tip. “There we are, shall we continue?” She gave him an ambitious nod. He helped her climb up him once more and they started again. It wasn’t long and she was clamping down on him with her pussy. “Again?!”



Kiyoko: “Is something wrong?”



Jiraya: “No, it just seems you get a lot out of this, are you feeling good?”



Kiyoko: “Yeah, but my back’s getting a little sore…” < What am I DOING complaining like this?! >



Jiraya: “Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon.”



Kiyoko: “Okay, thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek and then relaxed back into the basket form of her copulation. He sped up shortly and then froze a bit as she continued hopping up and down. < He sure got warm at the tip real fast :) …>



Jiraya: “Kiyoko…”



Kiyoko: “Yes?”



Jiraya: “Could you stop moving for a moment…”