Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

Night slipped over Konoha once more. Tsunade was finishing off the last few forms for the day. She didn’t even need a man tonight, she just needed to spite Shizune.



Tsunade: “That Shizune, why does she stay by me and still stay away from me…” She didn’t truly want Shizune, but again, she knew it was the only hope at a relationship she could have without harming her position, her ninja, her village of Konoha. The subordinate arrived just as Tsunade was stamping the last document.



Shizune: “Tsunade-sama…” She was gritting her teeth and shaking slightly.



Tsunade: “Yes, Shizune?”



Shizune: “Your…dinner’s ready, go to the south district. The fifth spot, you should know the rest…” Tsunade detected tightness in her voice.



Tsunade: “Shizune…are you crying?”



Shizune: “I really hoped we would have been over this. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to set up these things anymore…I really hoped you would stop making me dirty yourself…” She started choking up and crying while she stood there. “I really hoped you would be stronger after becoming Hokage…” She felt Tsunade brush up against her as she left for the south district.



Tsunade: “There’s always room for a seventh, Shizune.”



Shizune: < You’re always so cold to me, why can’t you be more of a role-model…Tsunade-sama…>



Sure enough, the lamp was on when Tsunade reached the house in question. She walked up the stairs, stripping her garments off and leaving them as she reached the third floor. The door was open to her fifth safe room. She could hear the men talking.



Tsunade: < It’s time for that rush, you all get to gock at my body, and I get to eat you alive…> She appeared in the doorway in a flash, her soft parts wiggling as the men focused on her. “ You all belong to me now, you will do as I say!”



Shizune waited on the rooftop, she had brought an extra cloth, she was using it to cry into. She would make sure that if anything didn’t go Tsunade’s way, the men would be dealt with.



Average guy: “Well, we drew straws and I got to be the first, where do you want me?” He stood up. He was shirtless, and soon…he was pantless. Tsunade stared at his tan meat, she got on her knees and leaned over the bed, pointing her rump at him. She reached back and rested her wrist on her left butt cheek. She lazily pointed to her pink wet flesh with a finger.



Tsunade: “Gochi (This way).” He was up when he took his pants off, everyone was up as soon as she walked in the room. < I still have it, and they all still want it. Too bad, there’s not a single white-haired one in the room...and I wanted more warm medicine…> The average man grabbed her by the hips and plunged his way in, her warmth welcoming him. He had plenty of play space, and was vigorously trying to use it all. < Cute, I’m happy you like it…> “Number two, get up here!”



Shorter man: “Hai, where do you want me?” She swirled her hands on the bedsheets in front of her, like setting a seat aside. He followed her direction and sat in front of here. She held her breasts up, her hands disappearing underneath them.



Tsunade: “Gochi.” < Every man in Konoha wants to fuck my tits, now get in there. > He presented himself, and her cleavage devoured him. She tilted her head down and spit between her breasts on the shaft of his cock, then began working him over between herself. He just sat there, his arms moved slightly then went back to his sides. He looked confused. “Go ahead, you can touch them, there’s plenty to go round.”



It was testament to the sheer mass of her breasts that he could grab two handfuls right a the nipples and ply them around in his hands, completely independent of the great blond manslayer jerkin him off with her bust. He still couldn’t see her hands beneath them.



Tsunade was never the kind of girl to give fellatio. Not that she disliked the idea of it. She disliked the taste of semen, like most girls, but she loved to drink it anyway. She just couldn’t get over the fact that a man would use a woman’s mouth for anything other than his own. She thought with her body there were so many places a man could enjoy himself she was like an amusement park, why use the one place that wouldn’t give her gooseflesh.



Tsunade: < Speaking of gooseflesh, this one back here sure is lively…> She turned back to the average man, plowing away are her ‘mouth’. “Oy, if you’ve got that much in you, PICK UP THE PACE!” He complied, and she followed suit, becoming slightly violent with the manhood in her chest. “Number three?!”



Calm man: “Hai, where do you want me?” She opened up her mouth wide while looking at him.



Tsunade: “Gochi.” He went to her as her had was turned. She was still working the short man between her chest. He sat down beside the short man and reached for the back of Tsunade’s head. He undid the hair tie and let her beautiful hair loose on her back. He pressed his mouth to hers, massaging the back of her head and neck as they made out. < Shizune did cover the ground rules, good… Still, I probably would have sucked him off, after all, number one can really show a girl a good time…



Average man: “Number four!”



Chubby man: “Hai!”



Average man: “I need relief!” He thrust faster and faster before he pulled out and rest his member between Tsunade’s buns, He shot his stream of life all over her hair, bits of it landing on her back through the bare spots, and the dribbles on the end slicking the runway of her crack.



Chubby man: “Hai!” He quickly swapped with number one, who went to sit in a chair and recover. This man was thick all over, and long too. The two on the bench watched as he plunged into Tsunade. Whenever he hit his base, his balls slapped against her triangle, and her vulva lips closed around him. Normally her vulva wouldn’t even move for a man, but he was a lot of man.



Tsunade: < That’s great, you don’t even have to go fast, I’m so happy to have a big one. > “Hey, four, slap me a bit now and then!”



Chubby man: “Hai!” He began smacking her ass cheeks intermittently, he marveled at just how much like her breasts they really were. He gave them firm grips when not grabbing, and she had red spots in no time. He continued to slug away at her insides.



Short man: “Number….uhhh…Five!” He began to shoot small streams of goo up on Tsunade’s throat. She manipulated him through her bosom to clean his rod of it all as she pulled her lips from the calm man. She watched her breasts send the seed rolling down this way and that as she shrunk her neck down to suck the final shots from the man. It was salty and bitter, as always, and tasted empty, but she swallowed it just the same.



Tsunade: < I’ll get to take some medicine with me after all. I’ll feel it in my stomach when they’re done. I just hate leaving these scenes empty. Why couldn’t there be more white haired civilians?> Number five swapped out with the short man as Tsunade brushed the locks of her hair that fell from her shoulders over her back again. She then used the short man’s confession to re-lubricate the valley of her cleavage.



Muscle man: “I am here to serve!” He presented his meat in hand. She enveloped it with her chest and started working away. She gave him a quick look



Tsunade: “Dozo (nice to meet you / thank you)” < Now, where was I…> The chubby man locked her buns in a death-grip and grabbed her attention. < My my, I’ll have bruises tomorrow, I guess they’ll just be more memories…> She then looked back up at the calm man and opened her mouth wide again. He pinched his eyebrows and moved his head slightly back and forth. “Fine then, to the end of the-“ < That’s why he clamped down so hard on my ass… > The chubby man was emptying himself into Tsunade’s purse. She could feel the hot goo pooping on her inside just below his head. < I’ll let him finish at least…before I punish him…> Because of her lack of motion, the man between her breasts began to move his hips on his own.



Chubby man: “Number Three, I –“ Tsunade focused chakra on her loins and the rest of the group all watched as the fat man was shot from her opening into the wall, solely from the force of her clamping down on his erection. She clamped down in a wave, sending his large pool of seed flying in the air after him. He crashed into the wall headfirst, and as he sat unconscious every bit of his white that had made it that far in the air slapped him right in the face. His body slumped as it ran off his glasses.



Tsunade: “Who said YOU could CUM IN ME?! Nobody without white hair! Have some control people!” They were all frightened. Even the muscle man stopped thrusting. < Some people…the manners I swear.> “Number One!” He still hadn’t recovered quite yet, but at least he wasn’t sensitive anymore. She turned back to working the muscle man over.



Average man: “Hai!” He approached her backside and pressed his head against the flesh of her labia. He it a wall. < What?> He tried harder, and it was as if there was no hole to her at all.



Tsunade: “Chubby over there ruined it for you all, if you’re going to cum in me, you can use the backdoor, heathens…” With that the average man rubbed his head along her inner thighs and opening to slick it, then the shaft along her crack where he had dribbled before, then he propped his head against her anus and forced his way in. It was tight, very tight. It wasn’t nearly as hot as he cunt, but man could it squeeze him in ways that door #1 didn’t.



Muscle Man: “Miss, I’m about to-“ She dove down on the head of his cock. The first two shots of semen hit the back of her throat and were swallowed immediately, she pulled off and let the rest hit her in the forehead and the bridge of her nose. He shrank and moved off to the side. Now she could feel number one grinding her insides. She started to bounce into him



Tsunade: “Get with the slapping already!” She commanded as she winced her anus every time he was withdrawing, it literally felt like he was being milked. Compliance filled the air with smacking sounds that covered the soft pats of his sack against her pussy. His legs were getting slicked form it all.



With number four out, and number five just finishing, there were only two more choices for who would challenge her chest next.



Tsunade: < I should go with the short man again, but I already had him. The calm one was supposed to go to the back of the line…and…> She felt number one slow and start to fill the empty folds and spaces in her intestines with himself. He fell over her back exhausted, squishing much of his own seed between his chest and her hair. < Dammit, I guess I have to…> “Number Three! Get back up here! Number two!”



Short man: “Hai!” The calm man quietly moved to the bed. Soon the short man pulled number one from Tsunade and set him back in his chair. His foot had a twitch to it and his eyes were glassed over. He was drooling. The short man swallowed and looked at her buttered rump. The average man was leaking out of the tiny hole. He stepped up and rimmed her with the head of his penis, getting the goo all over it. Then he proceeded to enter. Soon he was smacking at her backside as she gripped on him, too.



Tsunade: < At least one person can keep their concentration in here…> She looked at the calm man sitting there, staring back at her, waiting. < Maybe two…> She pressed her breasts around him and started to knock him back and forth, looking to his face with the cat eyes of lust she could put on so quickly. < Damn, I’m pretty sure I might get one or two more out of number five, but number one and four are out…> She had the short man, and she was sure he’d finish soon. < None of them last very long back there, and I haven’t even came once yet! > She found herself becoming sore as number five came over and sat on the couch. He grasped her head and began making out with her. < Good, at least someone’s not afraid of themselves. >



Short Man: “I’m…I’m!” He plunged in to his base, the slap of his balls against Tsunade’s little boatman was unexpected and she twitched as she could feel a bit of swelling inside of her. The average man had filled all of the empty space, room had to be made for this second load.



Tsunade: < What is this, why is my chest getting sore? > The calm man’s rod felt like she was trying to bend rebar between her chest. It’s not like she couldn’t it’s just that she wasn’t using chakra… < Oh well . > The short man pulled out and she could feel the warm mess bathing her exposed slit below as it pulsed out. She pushed the calm man aside and replaced him with the muscle man, continuing to make out with him as she squeezed him between her red and sore breasts. “Get back there number three!”



He walked around to see a curtain of spent efforts leaking down her thighs. It looked like she was wearing wet panties that were crushed up her anus. Not much of her labia could be seen beneath the ooze. She felt a pinching at her opening…the first opening



Calm man: < The correct opening…>



Tsunade: < You idiot, like you’d get back in there after fat-ass came in me. > She was going to tell him to move up one space… < But number five is a really good kisser, he’ll have to find out on his own.> She felt her ass get grabbed sternly, it was a bit sore, too. He didn’t look like much, but number three was trying to muscle his way in. < Baka…You’re just going to ->



Calm man: < You were unfortunate in meeting me…> His head was in, the shaft just below it being pinched hard by Tsunade’s ‘Mare Trick’. This is probably what Jiraya felt earlier with Hinata. He thrust himself inside fully and continued to go about his business. Tsunade was shocked, she sat there with her breasts in her hands and her mouth hanging open. Number five backed from her mouth to let her finish whatever was going on inside of her.



Tsunade: She could feel him slugging away, it was like a weight being slammed around inside of her. She felt like she was a regular girl being fucked by a regular guy. He was impacting her…no…’Enpakuting’ her…



Enpakuto: < What a wonderful woman, I’ll heal your pain. >



Tsunade: “Stop number three.” She sat up, muscle man falling from her bosom. Enpakuto was still in her, but she was kneeling upright now. “Nobody can cum in me unless they have white hair. That’s the rule. Chubby messed it up for you guys, and unless you want to get crushed, you’ll play along or get the hell out of here.”



Enpakuto: “Sorry for the deception…” He held one hand up in a seal. “Kai.” Behind her stood a man of similar form, but with long straight silvery-white hair.



Tsunade: “I thought I said no ninja!” She yelled. Shizune heard her and moved to the window.



Enpakuto: < A lie beneath a lie…how will you except me, who can give you everything you want to see in a man. > Enpakuto didn’t leave the academy until he had fully mastered the aspects of the transformation jutsu. For many of his first missions he focused and channeled only the basic jutsu from the academy. He had broken a barrier by negating the other training. He could stay transformed with injury, and he could switch forms without molding seals. The form now behind Tsunade wasn’t his true one, but it is… < Exactly what you asked for…> Number five backed away a bit. “I’m sorry miss, I heard that there was a woman who hadn’t found what she was looking for. When I heard the number of candidates, I thought it would only be easier if I were among them.”



Tsunade: < White hair, how did he know. It can’t be Jiraya, this is the man’s true form, he dispersed his chakra. I’m so hungry for a white haired man…> “It’s fine then, you really surprised me number three, I forgive you for not following my words.” < And following my heart…>



All but number three and five had grabbed their clothes at this point and were heading out of the room.



Tsunade: “That was boring anyways, lay down on the bed number three.”



Enpakuto: “Hai.”



Tsunade: “Number five.”



Muscle man: “Hai.”



Tsunade: “Get back there.” She tossed her hair behind her with a twist of her neck. It was a bit matted down from the sweat and seed. He complied. Tsunade crawled upon Enpakuto and kissed him on the lips, he wouldn’t let her in his mouth. She saw a disturbed look on his face as she sat up. “Afraid, huh? Not yet you aren’t…” She reached down with ah hand and grabbed him, pulling him to her opening. He seemed…heavy. < Is this real? It feels like it weighs fifteen pounds! > She sat on it and noticed he was being modest in his transformation, now he almost filled her out. < What a surprise! >



She leaned forward and rocked back and forth on him for a few moments. It was like humping a living, throbbing bedpost.



Tsunade: “ Number five!”



Muscle man: “Hai!” He grabbed her still sore buns and slid into her anus. It wasn’t what the first guest felt, and it was all slimy with semen, but it was still a good feel.



Tsunade: “Now number three, I’m not going to do all the work here…” He nodded to her as he added to the bounce of her hips. Soon he was setting her off with waves of heat over her body. Then bits of pain. When she arched up it seems, his member would knock against her cervix. < Normally I would love this, but you’re like an iron. > she continued to bend down as she rode him. He still sat there, calmly. She moved his hands to her breasts, still slick with seed, the coagulated bits dropping to his chest. His eyes followed them with scorn.



SLAP!



She had struck Enpakuto in the face.



Tsunade: “Don’t be such a hard ass, just enjoy yourself.” He put a fake smile on his face the quality of Sai’s as they continued to grind together. The steel of Enpakuto ground, through her walls, on the underside of number five, bringing him to climax. He wanted to stay inside of Tsunade until he was empty.



Muscle man: < But with this hammer hitting me when I’m sensitive I can’t do it! > He pulled out and spilled the remainder of his milk on her thighs and the backs of her calves, some of it landing on Enpakuto. A flat look befell his face the quality of Kakashi’s.



SLAP!



Tsunade: “Dammit, open up, you’re here to make me happy!” She noticed number five exit, the warm stock inside of her sliding on to their current love making. Her hand was throbbing, like she hit a wall. “Number five, you can go now.”



Shizune: < And now she’ll commence her interrogation. I can’t believe a ninja got past me, that’s why I want you to stop this nonsense Tsunade-sama! >



As soon as number five exited Tsunade began to clamp down on the iron of Enpakuto.



Enpakuto: “Are you trying to hurt me, or are you trying to give me a really good time?” Once again she was matched up poorly against this ninja. He was a failed trainee of the Akimichi clan. An orphan, he could never get their expansion technique to work. He could only get the weight gain, not the size. He had a density technique, and it was making Tsunade sore all over. < Unmei no justu… nobody can crush or cut me...>



Of course, he was incorrect, if Tsunade tried, she could break everything on his body, but she was only getting serious enough to hurt an average ninja.



Tsunade: “I’ll make you happy, then I’ll make you sad.” She began putting more chakra into her walls, and soon after she felt more moved by this white ninja. “Then I’ll make you talk…” < I just have to focus enough…but I might crush him and this feels really good right now. I’m actually getting sore all over from this man…nobody can do that to me…nobody below…him (Jiraya)…>



Enpakuto: “If you want to know something, then just ask. It was in the agreement when I came here that I was to serve you.”



Tsunade: “You’re Owagakure (Rock Country), right?” < He had to be for such a technique. >



Enpakuto: “Ah yes.” He clenched on her breasts and played with them sending soft pain to her, his eyes only visible to Tsunade past her mountains. “And I feel quite at home here.” < These are mountains after all…>



Tsunade: “ Oy, those are tender, be gentle.”



Enpakuto: “I could tell you the same, but clamping down on me only makes it feel better.”



Tsunade: “Oh…fuck it.” She clamped down on his shoulders and curled her toes on the bed. She then began lifting up and slamming down on him hard. It was good she had a solid grip on his shoulder, because when he rocked back inside of her the weight almost made her fall back. < Omoshiroii (Interesting) > She continued to ride him with all she had.



Enpakuto: < It… looks like she lost….herself…wow…I can’t focus either…>



Tsunade: “Do you have what it takes?” < Maybe with this sick chakra of his he can finally give me the finish I’ve been waiting for.> Soon she became so forceful that he once again pounded at her cervix. He was too thick to get in, and it began to hurt as the nerves sent waves of pleasure through her as well.



Enpakuto: < Fells like there’s some second opening…but I’m too big. > He grasped his concentration and shifted his form to be more slender. Soon his head was spearing the center of the pink button.



Tsunade: “Gahh!” < How…how did he get so slim in there?!> As she rocked down hard she could feel him split past her second barrier, he’d get a bit stuck in it every time she slammed down. His hands soon shifted from her chest to her hips as he pulled her down on her slams. His eyes clenched shut and he bared his teeth. She could feel him pulsing inside of her.



Enpakuto: “You said it was alright as long as I had-…Guh AHH! Uhg!” < I’m…I’m cumming!>



Tsunade slammed down and his head was through to the rim inside of her womb. She could feel she was bleeding from his entry. Shot after shot of his white muck battered the walls of her womb. She lifted up slightly and his head popped out, filling her chamber now with his essence. < That’s right, get it everywhere, I want my white child, and you’ll give him to me…>



He came forever. As she relaxed again he clenched up from the sensitivity, and the pressure squeezed the seed in her track into her womb and out around his shaft at her opening.



Enpakuto: “I’m done…”



Tsunade: “Then you better get out of here.” She pointed to her crotch, white foam rimming his base. She could still feel him fucking her. A phantom movement like how you still feel like your spinning after you’ve gotten off the merry go round. < This is it, I’m going to cum for real this time…>



Enpakuto: “If we could-“



Tsunade: “Oy, if you don’t get out of here, you’re going to lose part of yourself. I’m about to lose control of my strength.” Something about her subtle warning frightened him. He pulled out wincing form the stimulation. He saw a bit of red on his cock as he flashed over to his clothing to leave.



Enpakuto: < She was bleeding…>



The phantom sensation felt more and more like the real thing, this was just like when she first nailed Jiraya. They were both on mission posing as the enemy…and she tried her interrogation technique on him. He lost his transformation, but she didn’t so she got out of there before her identity would be compromised.



She leaned back on the blankets and curled her knees to her chest, hoping for as much of the seed as possible to flow back into her open cervix.



Tsunade: < Hurry, I don’t want to lose you all, my white child…> The throbbing in her walls became contractions, they pulled chakra to them and shot a large wad against the wall, cracking the plaster before it began to slide down. “HuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAH!” It had entered stage two. Such are the dangers of chakra enhanced strength. He walls opened and clapped together like the flapping of a birds wings. Wet slaps and sounds of flatulence filling the air that entered and escaped her. The bed was being sprayed with the mix of her liquid and the small amount of blood still in her canal. She became weak and could barely hold on to her knees anymore. < No… not all of it…I want…some…> The third and final stage of her orgasm approached as she let go of her legs. The shutter contractions were slowing and no longer drew air in. “Dammit…” Her womb flattened out and filled her entire cave with the remnants of the ninja’s white haired seed. Her cervix dipped itself into it over and over again. Small amounts of it beaded out of her opening. She cried she was so happy to finish at her peak.



She reached down and drew up two of the small beads on her index finger. She popped it into her mouth, enjoying the last of her Sanin level orgasm.



Outside Enpakuto had changed forms rather than clothes, it was quicker. He debated going back in to bring chubby (Number four) out to a hospital..but



Shizune: “What are you doing in Konoha?” She had a hand to his throat, it was glowing. He had been to the surgeons often enough to know it was a chakra scalpel. Density meant nothing to it.



Enpakuto: “Espionage practice.”



Shizune: “What are you gathering?”



Enpakuto: “Nothing, really. I was just in town to visit the Akimichi clan and thank them for their hospitality when I was a child.”



Shizune: “That’s not Espionage training.”



Enpakuto: “It is if I do it without Konoha knowing an Owagakure-nin has made his way inside of their village. It seems I’ve failed though…” Shizune was more disgusted with Tsunade at this point than the small ploy this man represented in Konoha. She decided to curse them both, as it would lift her spirits.



Shizune: “You will leave tomorrow, after the sunrises and you look at the mountain shadowing the village.”



Enpakuto: “I am fine with that.”



Shizune: “Then you’ll know for certain when I say tonight you’ve successfully infiltrated the Fifth and current Hokage.” Enpakuto’s eyes went wide, and his mouth quivered. “You can tell anyone you like when you get back to Owagakure. Anyone you dare to anyways.” A sick smile spread on Shizune’s face.



Enpakuto: “I am from Owagakure, not Usogakure (The hidden village of lies), I’ll keep this quiet.” He no longer felt Shizune’s presence. < I wonder if the Tsuchikage would believe me…>



Shizune went back to the collapsed Tsunade’s side. She was still conscious, but she had none of her faculties about her. She had actually began to wet the bed. Shizune grabbed the covers and wrenched them from under Tsunade like a waiter removes a tablecloth. Now she was just lying on the bare bed. Shizune looked her over. None of the stains had made it through to the mattress. Red marks adorned her sternum and the outside of her hips. Her opening was wet with crimson and translucent white. She tossed the soiled sheets on the ground.



She walked over to the window and ripped the curtains off. Pulling Tsunade into a sitting position Shizune tossed the curtain about her like a cloak. She set the robes she had collected from the staircase neatly folded in the seat by the window then sat on the bed next to Tsunade



Shizune: < Come back to me Tsunade. > She shared the curtain cloak with the naked Hokage, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She rocked Tsunade back and forth like a child. Her eyes didn’t come any closer to consciousness. “Tsunade, this is enough, stop this, that was a spy, you can’t keep risking yourself for this…” < I just wish she would confess to Jiraya and stop living in this pain… >



The two eventually fell to lie together, loosely covered by the curtain. Shizune couldn’t move Tsunade anywhere like this, and she had to watch over her, incase a real threat came by. She didn’t know why she believed the rock-nin so easily…maybe it was so she could rush to Tsunade’s side.



Shizune: < Oh well, if I have to deal with him, I know he’s afraid of my medical jutsu. It stopped him dead in the hall.> As she repositioned the sheets around Tsunade she felt a bit of motion from her.



Tsunade: “Shizune…”



Shizune: “Yes, Tsunade-sama?”



Tsunade: “He tasted terrible…” Her eyes were still glassed over. Tsunade was talking in her sleep…with her eyes open. Shizune closed them for her as she got more comfortable for her vigil.



Shizune: “Oyasuminassai (Good Night), Tsunade-sama…”