Room to Breathe

Ino lay there feeling miserable and sorry for herself.

Team 10 had grown to understand that Asuma had a habit of finding low budget, low class accommodations when they were away on missions. Ino figured it was probably a guy thing and that he’d just never get the importance of a clean, warm bed even if it meant shelling out a few more yen; but how could Asuma have let them give her this room? Yes, it was the only single room left at the inn but with good reason; it was barely fit for human habitation. This had apparently been a broom closet at some point that the money grubbing innkeepers had decided to convert into an annex for the extra income. However they hadn’t even bothered installing a window, just a second door so that the space could now be accessed from the hall as well as the room next door. That room was occupied by Asuma and, at present, an extremely happy Kurenai. So not only did Ino have to lie in the hot, pitch black room, suffocating from lack of fresh air but she had to do so while suffering the incessant screams of her sensei’s girlfriend as they fucked throughout the night.

What the hell was Kurenai doing there anyway? Asuma hadn’t mentioned that Team 8 was in this town too. Of course it would have been natural for him to not announce Kurenai’s presence. They still wouldn’t admit they were a couple. In fact when the voices and moaning had begun to stir in the next room Ino thought he must have picked up some floozy in a neighborhood bar. She was almost convinced that Asuma and Kurenai might not be a couple if he was out looking for women when she wasn’t around but as the whispers turned to screams and multiple uses of one another’s names Ino’s question was answered and the mystery woman was given a face.

Needless to say, Ino got no sleep that night.

XXXXX

Asuma thought he would surprise the gang by treating them out to breakfast or at least that was the impression he was trying to make. He had already picked out a nice little eatery on the corner and when they arrived, well, who would have thought? What a pleasant surprise, running into Team 8 who just happened to be passing through the town that Team 10 were stuck in until the wealthy merchant they were supposed to be escorting to Cloud Country decided that he was indeed ready to leave. He had more than enough money to pay for their idle time. Shikamaru and Choji seemed pleased to see their comrades but Ino, who was already cranky from lack of sleep, found that the happy little reunion only reminded her of what had kept her awake all night.

After the meal the team checked in with their client who promised he was packing that day and that they could head out tomorrow.

‘Shit,’ Ino thought. ‘We’re stuck here for another night.’ At least Kurenai was gone and there wouldn’t be any more of ‘that kind’ of distraction that evening.

Ino waited for the permission to come to just take the day off, knowing that they’d be hitting the road tomorrow but Asuma had the annoying idea that this would be a great moment to practice. The weather was superb and unseasonably hot. They should take advantage of this perfect time to iron out Team 10’s performance. Ino was of half a mind to tell Asuma that because of his well oiled performance the night before she didn’t have the strength or energy to deal with this today but figured it wouldn’t be wise to let him know that she had overheard his nocturnal exploits.

XXXXX

After a grueling day of training and a long hot bath to clean up after the workout, Ino couldn’t believe that she was now lying in bed, hot, sticky and still not asleep.

If the room had been hot and suffocating the night before then this evening it could only be described as an oven. She found it difficult to draw sufficient breath and the discomfort was only worsened by the damp, scratchy sheets she was trying to relax on. She was soaking in bedding covered in her own sweat as her mind grew dizzier by the minute from the lack of sleep. If only there was a damn window to open.

Had she have been thinking more clearly then Ino never would have made the decision she did to go tell Asuma about her miserable condition; but this was, after all, his fault.

She pushed back the door that separated their rooms and was surprised to find him still awake, sitting in bed sharpening kunai to prepare for the next day’s trip.

Her surprise was nothing of course compared to his to see his student standing before him, dripping wet, dressed in nothing more than a spaghetti-string top and female-cut boxers. The abundant sweat made the skimpy clothing transparent and caused it to cling to her body. She might as well have been wearing nothing given all he could see from where he was sitting.

Ino took in a long, deep breath. It felt so good to finally fill her lungs to capacity. As she had suspected, Asuma’s room, being a real room, came equipped with a window which he had propped open to bring in some cooler evening air.

She proceeded to his bed and flopped herself down beside him, not even caring whether it was appropriate or not. There was no way he was going to get her to budge from there. If he had a problem with it then he could go suffocate in the other room.

Any normal girl in Ino’s condition would have drifted off to sleep as soon as she hit the bed; but Ino, being Ino, wouldn’t go down without a fight. Her sensei was going to hear about just how much of a living hell he had made her life.

“Do you know how hot that room is?” she questioned him. “Of course not,” she continued not waiting for an answer, “because you got a real room. You didn’t even think to see that mine is some old broom closet where the bed takes up all the space and there isn’t even a window!”

Obviously the girl was telling the truth. He could tell from the state she was in and he did feel guilty.

“There is no way I can sleep in there,” she continued. “And so far I haven’t and I don’t know how you can in this rat hole with its paper thin walls. Oh, right. I almost forgot. You’re not sleeping at night. You’re too busy fucking Kurenai!”

Asuma’s eyes grew wide as he forgot to keep enjoying the sight of the lightly clad kunoichi so close beside him. “You mean…last night…you heard?”

“Of course I heard, like half of the town probably, too.”

No, he didn’t think anyone else had heard. He had been careful to close the window last night. He and Kurenai were always very discreet about their activities. Shikamaru and Choji had seemed genuinely surprised to see their old classmates at the restaurant. No, he was sure no one else knew except Ino. Maybe that’s why she had been pouting the entire time at breakfast.

Asuma placed a guilty hand behind his neck which he proceeded to rub nervously. “Uh, Ino, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry… I didn’t realize.”

“Look, just so you’ll know, you two aren’t fooling anybody. Everyone in Konoha knows you’re a couple. What I don’t get is how you two could have been at it all night like that. You’re worse than rabbits.”

Asuma smirked thinking back to prior events. He had been in top form last night, he had to admit.

“And how could she scream like that the entire time? Are you sure she wasn’t faking? You know we women can do that.”

What the hell? Was she trying to give him tips on his sex life now?

“No one’s ever made me scream like that. I think she just doesn’t want to hurt your pride.”

Ok, now that was going too far. Although Asuma was more than happy to learn through deduction that the girl wasn’t a virgin, given the thoughts that were running rampantly through his mind since she had marked her determination to stay the night in his bed, he wasn’t about to learn what women did or didn’t fake from a girl who had obviously never had an orgasm in her life.

“You know Ino, I think you still have a lot to learn about sex before you can come around telling me about the effect I have on Kurenai.”

“Well what do you do that’s so special that I don’t know about it?” she dared him to answer.

“It’s not the kind of thing you can explain. It’s just something you feel and obviously you’re not experienced enough or haven’t been with a guy experienced enough to feel it.”

“So what’s that supposed to mean? ‘Oh, poor little Ino, she’s always so inadequate.’ ”

“I’m not putting you down but you’ve got to understand that it’s not my fault if you’ve never gotten off during sex.”

“Well I think it is,” she rebutted. “Maybe that’s just a reflection of what a poor sensei you are. You’ve never spent the time to properly train me in anything. Everyone knows you prefer Shikamaru. You never would have stuck him in a closet and forced him to listen to you and Kurenai do lip battle and god knows what else all night!”

Asuma could detect what he was certain to be a hint of jealousy in her voice and not for his favoritism of the shadow ninja. It must have been rather frustrating for her to be subjected to another couple’s successful union if she had never known the same.

Ino’s resolve was breaking. She had tried to put it in the back of her mind to avoid imagining what was going on next door but now that she was confronting the doer of the deed she realized just how much it had excited her, hearing the pleasure another woman was capable of if she found the right man. She was happy to see that her presence and the direction of the conversation weren’t escaping him either as she noticed the now quite apparent bulge in his boxers. Now was the time to pursue.

“It’s easy to sit up here and tell me what I don’t know, but as my trainer I think it’s you’re rightful duty to teach me something- for once.”

“Teach you what?” he asked, playing dumb.

“Teach me what I’m missing out on.”

“Or possibly what you’re doing wrong,” he corrected her.

“What?” she quipped.

“If you’re not getting off then maybe it’s because you’re not doing much for the guy.”

“What the hell??? I do plenty for guys, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” she stated pointing to the effect she was having on him now, in case he couldn’t tell.

“See, you don’t get it. Sex is a mutual act. You don’t receive if you don’t give. How many blowjobs have you given?”

“None!” she shrieked. “There’s no way I’d put one of… those… eck, that’s just too gross,” she shivered at the thought.

“Then it’s time for lesson one.”

XXXXX

Asuma tried to put Ino as much at ease as possible. He explained to her that if she thought a penis was too disgusting to go into any available orifice then she’d never be able to experience sexual gratification.

He explained that she would have to be the one to remove his member from his boxers if she was really serious about the lesson.

Ino hesitated an instant but she knew that she could fully trust Asuma and that he wouldn’t make her do anything that she didn’t really want to and that if he was insisting then it was probably for her own good. She felt a bit guilty about accusing him of not training her properly before. She knew she often did the minimum required and if she wasn’t yet a kickass kunoichi it was her own fault in the end.

She carefully and nervously slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers. She took hold of the hard, long flesh which twitched slightly at the contact.

“Aren’t you even going to look at what you’re holding?” he encouraged.

The request sounded simple but this was something Ino had never thought of doing before.

She pulled down the boxers to reveal the engorged member. She took it again in her hand but this time in full view took the time to study the shape, the form, the size in proportion to her hand and had to admit that there was nothing disgusting about it all.

“It’s actually kind of cute,” she grinned.

Asuma smirked not knowing if ‘cute’ was the greatest complement for his manliest organ but as long as she seemed pleased he figured they should continue.

He was about to suggest that she try looking with not only her eyes but her mouth as well when she went to place a kiss on the organ in question. Her lips were warm and soft and wet as she separated them to offer a tongued deep kiss to the length. My, she did learn quickly, when she wanted to.

She proceeded to lick the length from bottom to top, not forgetting even a millimeter.

Asuma was now at full capacity. Watching the glistening tongue explore his cock in a full three-sixty had him turned on more than ever.

“Why don’t you try putting it in your mouth?”

Ino had always avoided this type of situation because she was afraid of gagging. Asuma seemed to read the hesitation in her eyes when she looked up at him.

“Just take it slowly and I promise to hold back. I won’t make you swallow anything you don’t want to,” he reassured the kunoichi.

Ino felt relieved. Asuma was being so understanding; it was if he understood everything that she found intimidating and everything that had held her back before without her having to say a word. This must be what they meant by being with an older, more experienced man. She felt so stupid for having wasted her time on Shino and Kiba and to think they had both been there that morning. If they could just see her now…

She took it slowly as he had suggested, taking just the tip in her warm, now eager mouth. She was pleased that it took so little to get a verbal reaction out of him. This was easier than she had thought and the satisfaction it brought him urged her on to take more of the phallus in her mouth.

She took as much as she possibly could only to discover with each rise and fall of her clenched lips that she could take more. Even stranger, the more Asuma groaned under the pressure of her mouth, the more she felt able to take and soon found that she was enjoying the experiment more than she had anticipated.

Her vertical movement became faster and she thought it might be a nice touch to pull him in by sucking at the same time. His reaction was to grab her by the long hair of her ponytail which he proceeded to wind around his hand, creating a makeshift leash for her head which allowed him to feel as if he were dominating the motion. The image of her bobbing head tied to his hand only reinforced his pleasure until it mounted to the point where he hissed and asked her to stop, pulling her head back away from his throbbing cock. For a moment, Asuma wondered what Shikamaru would think to find them there, knowing fully that he was living out what were the shadow ninja’s unexpressed desires for Ino.

“Did I do something wrong?” she worried.

“No, it’s not that, but I promised you that I’d stop you before making you swallow anything you might not want to.”

“Oh, ok,” Ino smiled. She really could trust him.

“Now for lesson number two.”

XXXXX

“Already?” Ino quizzed. “I was starting to like that.”

“Yeah, well I was too so we need to move on; but I’m glad that you’re starting to understand that your pleasure comes just as much from your partner’s pleasure as your own.”

Yeah, she had to admit she never would have guessed that giving head could be so much of a turn on.

“Now, since you’ve given, it’s your turn to receive.” He proceeded to remove her pajama bottoms.

Ino couldn’t wait. She was about to get fucked by a master. So why wasn’t he aiming for the important bits? No wait, he was still going lower, lower…

“What the hell are you getting ready to do?” she questioned.

“Don’t tell me none of your suitors has tried to go down on you.”

Of course neither had, not like she would have wanted them to anyway. Ok, it had been a while but even Asuma had to know about the reputation that went around school for girls suggesting that they smelled like fish ‘down there.’ Did men really want to do what he was offering? Obviously so because he didn’t wait for her to answer before she felt the contact of his lips.

Ino thought she was going to die then and there. She couldn’t even begin to describe what she felt going on below between his lips, his tongue, her hole, her clitoris. All she knew was that he obviously knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. She felt nearly helpless, the only gesture she could offer was to clutch his hair and bring him in closer.

Her juice was sweet and abundant. It had been a long time since Asuma had tasted a girl so young, not since he was much closer to her own age. The taste was refreshing and made him feel ten years younger. Pleasing Kurenai was easy. He knew every trick, every spot that needed tending to. With Ino, the work he was making of his mouth was new and not only for him but for her as well. Promising to expose her to sensations she had never felt before, the pressure was on. He was quite happy to know that he obviously still had it in him.

It was this experience that warned him that she was enjoying his mouth and tongue a bit too much. She was writhing at the hips and searching her release. No way was he going to give it to her that easily.

“Why did you stop?” Ino protested. She had felt the beginnings of a warm sensation that was about to invade her body but Asuma had cut that sensation short.

“That would have been too easy.”

“If it’s so simple then why couldn’t Ki-, I mean the guys I’ve been with do that?’

“Well, I can see you’re not one to kiss and tell but I’m going to assume that they just don’t have that much experience. Maybe you can take what I’m showing you here and teach it to them to find your happiness.”

Ino thought for a moment but wasn’t sure. Shino was the kind to want to learn and get smarter but she wasn’t sure that his mental ego would take to ‘lessons.’ The same was true for Kiba but in a different way. She didn’t think his physical ego would take too kindly to being taught how to give better sex. However, in reality it wasn’t either of the two she really wanted. They had simply been one nigh distractions. She would rather move on than to move back, hoping for more a second time around.

“Ok, I won’t deny that I’m happy for the lesson but you still haven’t proven anything and I find it hard to believe that you’re just going to leave me and yourself hanging.”

“Ah, I see that you’re ready for lesson number three and I’m a bit surprised that you haven’t initiated that one yourself.”

XXXXX

“Huh?” Ino questioned, intrigued.

“I’ve always taken you for a girl who knows what she likes and takes it without waiting for permission. If Kurenai screams it’s cause she doesn’t hold back from taking what she desires.” With that he relaxed back onto the pillows, one hand placed behind his head, the other holding his cock at a firm 90° angle as an offering.

Ino smirked as the message sank in. She slithered towards his reclining body and straddled his thighs. “Looks more like you enjoy when she does all the work,” she teased.

“Are you questioning my teachings?” he joked.

“That, never,” she replied taking one last look at the delicious hardened member before it would be buried deep inside of her burning, empty hole. She lifted her upper body weight at the knees and positioned her tight entrance above the thick phallus.

Her head tilted back with a loud gasp as she slid down the shaft. Asuma responded in kind to the feel of the hot, silky flesh engulfing him. He could no longer play the relaxed role and found himself grabbing her at the hips. She knew how to move alright but he loved the image of control brought on by holding her thusly.

‘Oh shit,’ he thought. He was taking his student, pounding her, beating her into his flesh and she was enjoying it. She wasn’t saying ‘no;’ but quite to the contrary, she could barely emit a comprehensible word. She spoke in a language consisting of grunts and curses as she quickened her up and down motion to relieve an overbearing ache that grew despite having swallowed him to the hilt. Little did she know that he could reach further still as he hit a spot that only increased her pleasure tenfold. Now she was screaming, having found her tongue anew. “God, Asuma, oh… there, I.. oh, fucking god! A-a-asuma!” she howled, unsure that she wasn’t about to black out as she hit her peak, the wave of delight turning her muscles into jelly.

Asuma, on his end, felt the walls of her cunt beginning to grasp and loosen to the rhythm of her orgasm. It was too much for a grown man to take and he released into the sexy kunoichi above him with his own low but powerful cry.

It wasn’t until she had fallen haplessly onto his chest and he had taken her in his arms, waiting for their panting to subside, that he saw and thought that he should have shut the window- but then if what he was now predicting would happen happened, then it might not be such a bad thing.

XXXXX

Shikamaru lay in a bed in a room at the end of the hall, stroking himself as thoughts of Ino danced in his mind. His roommate Chouji had fallen asleep before him, as usual, for Shikamaru had learned to feign sleep on missions in order to avoid any unnecessary nocturnal conversation, preferring to use this moment of semi-privacy for his present activity. It was all his own fault, he knew. If he’d just give himself a chance to approach the girl, let her know that he liked her in ‘that way,’ then maybe he wouldn’t be reduced to performing a nightly handjob on himself. As things stood at present, however, this was the best remedy he could find to clear his mind.

Tonight’s session was turning out to be particularly arousing. Through the open window he could make out the groans of a couple from somewhere else within the inn. Eavesdropping was making him hornier than ever. He could imagine Ino as the whimpering female, begging him to continue. In fact the girl’s voice had a quality much like that of his teammate despite the slight distortion from the echo. He found himself beating himself harder, urged on by the growing passion of the mystery couple’s lovemaking.

‘Man, some people know how to get off,’ he thought, when suddenly he heard a familiar name. He was almost sure that the girl had screamed ‘Asuma.’ It seemed strange for a second and it made him pause but as he listened more carefully he was certain to hear the same name spoken again; only this time, there was no denying that Ino was the kunoichi behind the feminine voice.

Almost without thinking, he left his bed and grabbed a robe from the pile of clothing sitting on the room’s only chair. He figured it was loose enough to cover what would be an easily apparent erection from any indiscreet eyes he might encounter the time needed to slink down the hall.

Standing before Ino’s assigned room, he pushed the door quickly back, hoping to find here there sleeping peacefully and more importantly alone; he’d worry about coming up with an excuse for barging in on her unannounced later. However, there was no sign of his teammate in the dark shadows of her room. The only thing to be seen was a ray of light beaming in through a second set of doors.

There were no suspicious noises to make him continue assuming what he had only thought to overhear earlier. Perhaps he had been hallucinating; but he just had to know either way. He crept through the empty room and approached the incoming light cautiously, bracing himself for what he might find on the other side.

The door was already open wide enough to see all that he needed to see. He should have run, made his escape before being detected; but he found himself glued to the scene laid out before him, an image that made his heart skip several beats before thumping anew albeit painfully in his chest.

“Shikamaru,” Asuma spoke, causing both the lurker and a dazed, reclining Ino to reel. The latter sat up quickly and turned in the direction of her sensei’s eyes to find the shadow ninja standing in the threshold of the door. Her cheeks took on a deep crimson color as she realized that she had started to drift off to sleep while still attached to Asuma by a now flaccid penis and she moved to roll out of the arms and off of the man below her.

“Shikamaru,” he spoke again, before his prodigy decided to turn and run in fear and misunderstanding. “Come over here, please,” he motioned.

The young man stepped forward, believing he’d move in the opposite direction to flee; but his feet were being controlled by some primal part of his brain which had barely caught Asuma’s words but understood that by obeying his orders he would be approaching the exquisite body of the fully exposed kunoichi.

His eyes were riveted on her as he walked over to the bed, not knowing what he should feel- loathing, jealousy, possibly excitement?

“I know what this must look like,” Asuma started, causing Shikamaru to finally turn his attention to the older man, “and I want you to believe me when I say that this was for the unique benefit of a learning experience. It was a lesson between a teacher and his student and a lesson only, right Ino?”

“Yes, Asuma-sensei,” she answered, immediately picking up on the clue and knowing deep in her heart that there really was no more to what they had done and somehow being strangely ok, even relieved, in the knowledge. Yet a quick glance over at Shikamaru caused her to continue. “And I thank you for showing me how to use my feminine charms on the one I truly desire. Now I know that I won’t disappoint him, should the time ever come.” She looked down and then cast a mischievous look up at Shikamaru who didn’t miss the signal. It was his turn to blush feverously.

Still he wasn’t completely dupe to Ino’s act. Kiba had a loud mouth and although he didn’t hold it against her, he knew that they had fucked and could only guess at how many others there might have been; but then he and Ino had played cat and mouse for too long without taking it to the next level. He knew somehow that if he could just break through some unseen barrier he could win not only her body but her heart as well.

Asuma chuckled, not missing a beat in the exchange of glances. Ino might have thought she had the upper hand understanding his relationship with Kurenai but he was well placed to guess what Shikamaru and Ino risked becoming. They just needed a little push in the right direction. “So what do you say I finally get you two acquainted? It’d be about damn time!”

All three shinobi cracked a knowing smile.

“Why don’t you start by showing Shikamaru here the first lesson we worked on?” the sensei encouraged.

XXXXX

Ino held her hand out to Shikamaru and pulled him the last step over to the bed while Asuma scooted over to leave room for the second male.

“Just lie down and relax. I promise not to bite,” she added with a giggle as he took his place.

Shikamaru didn’t need to be asked twice to comply. His erection had dissipated somewhat from before but his arousal was still rather evident as Ino pushed back and removed his robe. Nothing she couldn’t remedy, she thought, as she proceeded to take him in her mouth after a few well-placed kisses, just as she’d done with Asuma who hadn’t criticized her performance

Shikamaru’s reaction was instantaneous and he arched against the warm wetness of her oral orifice, trying to contain the whimper that wanted to leave his lips- he had been waiting so long for this moment. Ino appreciated his reaction, noting how different it was for him than Asuma who was an old pro and slightly less reactive to the few tricks she now had in her arsenal. Shikamaru’s innocence was a pleasure to behold and it encouraged Ino to give him her best.

She gazed up, catching his eyes sheltered through half closed lids. Despite being wrapped firmly around his cock, her lips curled up into a rather contented smile.

That’s when she caught sight of Asuma who was watching the couple intently. She noticed that he was definitely enjoying the scene as his dick was returning to a stand of attention and a part of her thought it too unfair to exclude the man who had finally brought her and the shadow ninja together.

She reached out to grab the forgotten member with her free hand and proceeded to stroke it gingerly, being careful not to fail Shikamaru in the move. Asuma drew in closer, making it easier for her to work them both at the same time, him cupped in her palm, Shikamaru lost in the depths of her mouth. He was now pressed against the younger man at the torso and hips.

Now that he was close enough, Ino decided it was time for a bit of equality and she shifted over to take both shinobi in her mouth at once.

If Ino’s oral performance was incredible then Shikamaru didn’t know how to begin to describe what he was experiencing now. The wet working tongue and jaw had him interlocked with Asuma’s thick, stiff member. He was being forced to rub the sensitive tip of his cock against that of his sensei, feeling the other man’s arousal as they pumped in unison, each with a grip on the the hair of Ino’s bobbing head, and it felt so fucking good. Shikamaru didn’t know which of the two sensations felt better. It was probably just the amazing mix of being caught between the girl and man he loved most in the world. Little did he know that would be just the beginning of his dilemma, a dilemma some might have judged him guilty of bringing upon himself as he turned to look at Asuma to exchange a look of shared excitement.

He could feel the katon users hot saccadic breath escaping through parted lips, his face just centimeters away. He found himself studying the man’s features, enjoying how they twisted into weird grimaces of pleasure not unlike what must be drawn on his face right now. God, he could feel himself growing hotter. It was almost unbearable but he didn’t want the moment to end too quickly on his account. Shikamaru needed a distraction; he found one looming in front of him.

Never in his life would he have imagined doing what he was about to do but given the circumstances it seemed to be the most natural gesture in the world, one that summed up a feeling that was burning inside his chest, as he edged his face closer to kiss Asuma.

Strangely, the older man wasn’t taken aback. There seemed to be an unspoken three-way agreement in the room that there was much love and understanding to go around. They would allow their bodies to express how much they deeply cared for one another.

Asuma returned the kiss softly at first, judging Shikamaru’s commitment to the act. When he found that his student didn’t back down he kissed him with full force, wrapping his arm back around his head to bring him in closer.

As much as things might have been heating up between Asuma and Shikamaru, no one was getting turned on more than Ino. The two men she loved most in the whole world were making out before her eyes! That was so damn hot; it sent a pulse of heat between her thighs and she began to shake at the knees. Alright, that was enough of being on the giving end for those two. It was her turn to receive or go crazy with desire.

She released them from her oral cavity, much to their great displeasure. They stopped kissing in protest.

“It’s your own fault,” she pouted. “Watching you guys has gotten me so turned on.” She reached down between her legs with both hands to grasp the problem at its source, indicating what needed to be remedied.

“Sorry, Ino. We have been rather impolite. Let’s say Shikamaru does the honors,” he winked.

“Actually, I’d rather do the honors for Shikamaru if he doesn’t mind. Lesson number three,” she clarified.

“Ah, I know our favorite lazy shinobi won’t mind that,” he chuckled.

Shikamaru’s eyes grew wide. What was he in for now?

“Don’t worry. Just relax and enjoy,” Ino reassured as she slid up over his body grabbing his throbbing member in her hand. She positioned herself just so and already wet and open from her prelude with Asuma took his full length in the first descent.

Shikamaru hissed with pleasure. ‘Shit, how could I have been missing out on this?’ he thought. The walls were slick and hot, tighter than her mouth, even in the company of Asuma. She was pulling at his length as she rose, causing him to exit completely before engulfing him again in mighty thrusts of her hips. It was just like Ino to tease. To give but pull back as if each time were the last and it was driving him mad. He grabbed her by the hips, locking her in, feeling his sex mingle with the juices Asuma had deposited earlier. There was no way he was going to let her go, not before…

Asuma had placed his fingers in Shikamaru’s open, groaning mouth, cutting short that last thought. Instinctively, the young man sucked on them not really comprehending until Asuma, finding them wet enough, removed the glistening digits and placed one at the entrance to the shadow ninja’s asshole. While he was in the midst of enjoying one of Ino’s pleasurable downslides, Asuma took the opportunity to slide a finger into the very small opening.

Shikamaru screamed but his sensei took his head and turned it back round to envelope his mouth with a kiss that would distract him from the pain. Within a few wiggles he was enjoying the violent intrusion and found that he was not only pumping forward for Ino but backing onto the finger to find his pleasure there as well. He didn’t know how long he could last if this continued and Asuma seemed to read that fact in his movements. He’d have to act quickly.

Asuma removed the finger and wet his palm to ready his eager member. He took Shikamaru by the hips and moved him delicately to lie flat on top of his stomach, barely disturbing Ino’s work. He repeated the steps used to introduce his finger into the orifice but with more sloth, working small sections of his thick member in at a time so as not to injure the boy but always only on Ino’s downslide when the shadow ninja was instinctively loosening the strong muscles circling his anus. Eventually, Shikamaru settled into the position and Asuma was able to slide freely, enjoying the constrictive space more and more with each thrust.

If seeing them kissing had been hot, then Ino knew she wouldn’t last a minute more, thinking about how Asuma was going to come off in Shikamaru’s rear. She reached behind her to cusp the two sets of balls that slapped together in a sound of magical unison. The warm hand caused Shikamaru to thrust with fury and that is when she completely lost it. Ino’s entire body shook as she gazed down upon the two amazing shinobi lying below her. She felt her eyes roll back into her head as she let out a guttural scream: “Oh, god Shikamaru, I.;I’m..,” cut off by Shikamaru’s deep groan in reply as he answered the call of his name and the pulse of the muscles around his hardened manhood with his own orgasm, shooting a lifetime’s need up into the young kunoichi. Asuma sensed the oncoming change in Shikamaru’s movements just before the young man stopped thrusting. He could feel the wave that had passed down through the two bodies above him and the sweeping wall of pleasure forced him to release deep into the shadow ninja’s ass, spurred on by the curses and vocalizations of the summit of triple pleasure.

Ino collapsed into Shikamaru’s arms, fast asleep. Her exhausted body had no more to give that night. He kissed her lips gently as he rolled to his side, placing her to lie beside him.

Asuma separated himself from his prodigy and turned to lie on his back. They had a long day ahead of them, what with the mission and all. He needed to get some sleep.

Shikamaru was the last to reach the land of slumber, caught in the incredible afterglow of a double penetration. He watched Ino sleep. She looked so peaceful. He knew that his sleep would be tranquil too as he wrapped an arm around the beautiful girl. The ice had been broken and there were no longer any barriers or taboos holding him back from her. After tonight he figured there wasn’t too much they couldn’t do or explore. Asuma really was a great teacher, he had to admit, a quiet smirk forming on his lips as he drifted off to sleep, thinking forward to what tomorrow might bring.