Its Just a Sexual Thing

A/N: A request fic I took up because I already had this started and figured why the hell not. I hope you enjoy it Kisser! This is not song fic but the mood was set by the Poison song, "Sexual Thing"...that song is totally Jiraiya.
 

 

Jiraiya shifted his weight to the other leg silently as he squatted in the prickly bushes just outside the home of Uzimaki Minato and his lovely wife Kushina. He could see them very plainly though they could not see him. Kushina was sprawled on the bed, her eyes hazed with passion and wine. The bottles and glasses sat on the bedside. Beside her Minato dipped a luscious strawberry into some whipped cream and held it just above her lips so her talented tongue could draw it into her mouth and suck it clean. 

 

 

He mentally recorded each event. Research for his next novel, which was about a young couple experimenting with their new found sexuality. Kushina and Minato had been together for a while but they would work. The only other new couple in town was the Haruno couple and pervy as he was, Jiraiya couldn't get his hard on to work looking at that woman. She had no shape, a very hard face, and a terrible temper. Cranky was only sexy on Tsunade. 

 

 

 

Jiraiya was growing impatient, his erection pressing the front of his pants. Shifting again to seat himself on his knees he opened the front of said pants and fisted the thick member that swelled with his touch. Kushina was beautiful, her breasts full and ripe. Not as big as Tsunade's but whose were? When she turned over to her stomach to touch Minato's chest she inadvertently turned that beautiful ass towards Jiraiya and opened her shapely thighs to reveal swollen dripping pink. 

 

 

The pervy sage gasped and tightened his grip on his manhood, licking his lips. Despite the obvious early Spring chill in the air, Jiraiya was beginning to sweat. His balls twitched in protest of the cool air but the sight of those pouty nether lips made his blood rush warmly. 

Kushina threw her thick red hair back over her pale alabaster shoulder and gently moved down the length of her husbands body to throw back the covers and reveal his own cock. 

Jiraiya hummed, Minato was hung-- very nice. He wasn't gay, he assured himself, but who wanted to watch ugly people fuck? Slowly stroking his length, Jiraiya watched Kushina's red lips part and slowly pull Minato into her mouth, curling her tongue around his girth. 

Through the window it was hard to hear what they were saying, he imagined moaning though. By the Gods nothing was better than a bitch with a hot mouth humming around your dick, Jiraiya though as he gasped and cupped his own testicles as his manhood began to leak. Kushina worked her husbands cock with those perfect plump lips, changing positions so her ass pointed towards Minato, giving Jiraiya a beautiful look at her oral skills. 

 

 

 

With an experienced, strong grip, he stroked in time to Kushina's rhythm, cursing softly that Minato had scored such a talented lady. It seemed all of Minato's slick seven inches went down her throat with no resistance. She pulled away, a slick string of cum connecting her to Minato's throbbing red erection. His foreskin had slid back to reveal a plump head. Jiraiya drug his thumb over his own swollen mushroom head, realizing he was just a bit bigger. 

 

 

 

Kushina straddled her husband, using her fingers to guide him in. Jiraiya's mouth was open, sucking in the crisp air and actually leaving a light cloud on the window in front of him. He could have cared less. The steam filter only made the scene before him more erotic. Kushina threw her hips forward, letting out a shrill noise that made Jiraiya jerk, and pick up his pace a little. 

 

 

 

Blissfully unaware that his sensei and father figure was watching them and jacking off outside the window, Minato grabbed Kushina's hips and drove into her once and then twice. Jiraiya moaned through clenched teeth, he wasn't even blinking as he watched Kushina work. And the she stiffened and Minato cried out her name, going limp.

 

 

 

"What the--" Jiraiya muttered as Kushina crawled off and flopped beside Minato, her husbands orgasm shining like a beacon against her smooth inner thighs. Jiraiya looked down at his swollen throbbing cock and tight aching balls. Something like fury brewed in his lower belly. Nothing pissed Jiraiya off like being blue balled. Seriously, Minato had gotten into her and lasted one minute! "So that's why they call him the Yellow Flash, eh?"

 

 

 

Kushina stood from the bed and went to the closet to grab a soft pink night gown, and a small purple velvet bag. From previous research, Jiraiya knew it was a vibrator. This was perfect! 

 

 

 

"Blue ball me, huh? Looks like I am not the only one not finished." He quickly made his way around the house where he found the bathroom window cracked. 

 

 

 

 

Inside he heard a shower starting and the sound of humming. A smile spread over his face, and he crawled through the window. Jiraiya took a moment to strip off his clothes before opening the shower curtain. Kushina was just calmly buzzing her clit with the pink plastic toy. 

 

 

 

She jerked and gasped when Jiraiya opened the curtain, not sure if she should scream or what. "What the absolute fuck?" She started to berate him, but her wide eyes took in his hulking solid muscle form. "Jiraiya.."

 

 

 

"So now that I know why they call him the Yellow Flash, it looks like I am not the only one who didn't finish," he slowly reached out and touched her hardening nipple. 

 

 

 

Kushina didn't pull away, but she didn't move. Her face colored bright as her hair, "You were.. watching?"

 

 

 

Jiraiya waved a hand in dismissal. "Perverts watch, I was researching. I figure the hottest young couple in town would be perfect for my latest work. The fact that I was jacking off was merely a research tactic to help me understand and bond with the subjects. You see?"

 

 

 

 

Kushina licked her lips, suddenly shy. "I--well,"

"Are you satisfied?" Asked Jiraiya, coming closer, pressing Kushina into the wall. His warm hard body trapped her against the cold slick tile, one hand braced the wall behind her head. His free hand tilted her delicate face upwards. Kushina was holding her breath and it came out with a whoosh when Jiraiya's thick manhood touched the top of her core. "I bet I can be much more satisfying than a cheap piece of plastic."

 

 

 

 

Kushina dropped it like it was suddenly hot. The sound of his voice, raspy and hoarse. Raw need. Minato was nothing like that. Of course, Minato had been her first so she had nothing to compare him to. She thought this was normal. Jiraiya smirked, he'd read the story in her eyes and he may not be in time to shatter her virginity but he was about to shatter her reality. 

"Sensei.." her voice was shaky, not like her at all. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying to avoid his eyes, those lusty golden orbs that made her stomach quiver and wetness slip from her freshly fucked core. It was if Minato had never touched her, the tingle had grown to a full blown burn and she was beyond rational at this point. A musk drifted off the older male that spoke of experience and sexual promise. Excitement. 

 

 

 

Jiraiya chuckled, "Yes...I like that." He purred and leaned down to nibble her neck.

Shyly, Kushina wrapped her arms around him, her red hair turning burgundy under the running water. Her body was shaking with a mixture of feelings that ranged from fear to arousal. Not sure which of those she wanted to be, Kushina just gave up, her brain couldn't process what was happening yet. Jiraiya's lips were at her neck, her jaw, claiming her lips as he too became wet in the shower spray. His hair went flat, falling around them like a satin white curtain, mingling with her own burgundy locks like fire on ice.

 

 

 

 

"Kushina," he breathed in between kisses, pressing her tight against the wall, lifting her leg up to his solid smooth hip. 

She couldn't believe how smooth he was. His skin was littered with old battle scars but they did nothing but make her breath catch. Jiraiya slowly lowered himself to his knees, stopping to worship her tight rock hard nipples. Slowly he cupped her breasts, teasing and mouthing until she was moaning like a small kitten above him, her hands clasped above her head in rapture. 

 

 

 

"My Fire Goddess," Jiraiya whispered as he kneeled before her, spreading her thighs and burrowing his face in her auburn womanly curls. Her taste was spicy, like cinnamon cookies, he thought as his tongue traced and curled against her swelling nether lips. When he looked up he saw the water glistening down her petite frame, shining and dripping down to where his mouth joined her core. This was definitely fodder for his novel. 

 

 

 

 

Kushina impatiently threw her right leg over his shoulder, whining pitifully. He knew that look, she was about to blow. Literally. Jiraiya buried his face again in shining auburn curls once again, feasting on her warm core. Curling his tongue he cradled her tiny clit, sucking it to life until it swelled three times its size. Her keening above him reminded Jiraiya that his own balls were turning a nice shade of purple and he'd like to finish. Almost as bad as she wanted to. 

With a growl he slipped to his feet, lifting her to his waist where she instinctively wrapped both legs around him. Cupping her small ass in both hands, Jiraiya brought her down on his rock hard cock. 

 

 

 

 

He was thicker than Minato, Kushina thought as his swollen mushroom head slipped into her, but when she took the rest Kushina had to bite down on her lovers shoulder to hold back a scream, but it didn't help. She was shrieking in a rapture like nothing she had ever felt. Never had she been so full! She used her heels to brace on Jiraiya's ass and bounce herself. He pinned her to the wall, holding her hands above her as he plowed into her as deep as he could. Jiraiya's own voice rumbled along side of hers. 

 

 

 

 

"Fuck, Kushina....I--" he came, shuddering and cursing violently. Jiraiya's vision swam white and black, with a sort of glittery static. His body drained of its climax. 

 

 

 

Kushina laid against his shoulder, panting and whining in another whirl of emotion. Her eyes were hazed, but when they cleared, they met the quizzical blue ones of Minato. He had heard the scream. Feeling her tense, Jiraiya looked over his shoulder at his student.

 

 

 

 

"Ahem, hello there Minato!" Jiraiya chuckled and pulled Kushina away to stand on her own feet. "Beautiful night."

 

 

 

"Sensei?" Minato started. He glanced at Kushina as she wrapped in a towel. "You---"

 

 

 

 

"Fucked your woman. Thank you, Minato, for your contribution to my latest literary work." Jiraiya casually dressed, meeting Kushina's eyes a couple times, they exchanged smiles. "You are a lucky man to have her!"

 

 

 

Minato opened his mouth to say something but closed it, then smiled proudly. "Thank you, sensei. Visit anytime."

 

 

 

Jiraiya patted the boys shoulder as he left. "Indeed I will. See you in the morning, Minato, for the mission. Get some sleep."

 

 

 

Later that night, Jiraiya turned out his lamp and closed the notebook. His face was etched in a smile. This had been a perfect night.