I started slow. Gentle, even. My hand moved inside her shorts, sliding through the slick, tropical environment she'd created. It was cramped quarters in there, but the friction was incredible.
Sakura's breathing hitched. Her grip on my shoulders tightened.
"Remember," I murmured, my voice taking on that teacher's cadence, "breathing is key. Inhale through your nose. Exhale through your mouth. Don't let your body dictate your response."
Sakura nodded jerkily. She squeezed her eyes shut, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. "I—I know that," she panted, her voice strained. "I'm—I'm fine—"
I grazed her swollen button just to test her.
"Nngh!" Her hips jerked forward involuntarily. She caught herself immediately, her jaw clenching so hard I heard her teeth grind. Her thighs trembled against my knees.
"Good recovery," I praised, easing off. "But you telegraphed the reaction. An enemy could exploit that."
She glared at me through tear-glazed eyes. "This isn't—this isn't combat—"
"Isn't it?" I asked, tilting my head. My fingers dipped lower, tracing the tight seam of her entrance. I could feel the plump, virgin lips, swollen and slick, untouched by anyone but herself. "You're fighting against your own body right now. That's the hardest battle there is."
I didn't go for the kill immediately. I started at the periphery. My fingers skated over her outer labia, tracing the puffy, swollen lips that were shielding her entrance. They were slick with that unending flow of arousal, coated in slippery desire that she couldn't mentally turn off no matter how hard she tried.
She was untouched territory. A pristine, unmapped wilderness. I explored the texture of her—the soft give of her flesh, the wet tangle of trimmed hair that added a delicious, dragging resistance to every stroke. It was maddeningly erotic, feeling how heat-logged she was.
"Hnn..." A tiny noise escaped her nose as I brushed a thumb against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her center but not quite touching it.
"Careful," I taunted softly. "That sounded like a slip in focus."
"It was... surprise," she lied through gritted teeth, her fingers digging deeper into the muscles of my shoulders. Her nails were sharp. Good. "Just... surprise."
I hummed and shifted tactics. Instead of large, sweeping strokes, I narrowed my focus. I found the hood of her clitoris, a small, hidden swelling amidst the wetness. I didn't touch it directly. I wasn't that crude. I circled it first, building anticipation. I danced around the perimeter, letting the pads of my fingers graze the sensitive skin nearby, teasing the nerves without giving them the release they were screaming for.
Sakura's knees buckled. She locked them instantly, forcing herself to stand tall, but the tremor was undeniable. Her breathing grew choppy, shallow bursts of air puffing out of her nose.
"You're tense," I noted, my tone conversational. "Your hips are locking up. If you're rigid, you'll shatter. Relax the pelvis."
"I c-can't..." she gasped, her head falling forward until her forehead rested against my chest. She was hiding her face again. "It's too... too weird."
"It's only weird because you're fighting it."
I stopped circling. I pressed.
My thumb landed squarely on her clit, pinning the sensitive nub through her own slick fluids.
Sakura's whole body jolted as if I'd hit her with a lightning release. She sucked in a breath so sharp it sounded like a whistle, her back bowing, pressing her chest firmly into mine.
"Focus, Sakura," I whispered into her hair.
I started to rub. Just a gentle, rhythmic friction. Up and down. Side to side.
"Mmph—ngh!" She bit her lower lip, hard. I watched the blood rush to her face, turning her ears a violent shade of red. She was fighting a losing battle against her own biology. Every flick of my thumb sent a visible ripple through her frame. Her hips twitched, trying to pull away, then trying to push closer—a chaotic, confused dance of instinct versus shame.
"See?" I murmured, watching her struggles with the detachment of a scientist observing a particularly fascinating specimen. "Your body knows what it wants. It's trying to move into the feedback loop. Why is your mind so slow to catch up?"
"sh-shut up..." she whispered, the rebellion weak and watery.
I applied more pressure to remind her of her behavior.
"Nnnn! Hrk!" She choked on a moan, turning it into a cough.
"Very good," I murmured. "You're learning to internalize the reaction instead of broadcasting it." I rewarded her by stopping, giving her a moment to breathe. "Take a breath," I said generously, wiping my thumb on the inside of her thigh—still inside her shorts. "Recalibrate. You were getting sloppy."
She panted hard, her chest heaving. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her long pink hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. "I... I didn't make a sound," she said, her voice shaking but laced with that stubborn, Haruno pride. "I held it… I can… I can do this…"
"I know you can," I said gently. "You're stronger than you think. But strength isn't about never feeling. It's about control."
I resumed my assault. I dragged my fingers upward, gathering her wetness and spreading it over her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Ah—ah—nnn—" Sakura bit down on her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the friction, and she immediately froze, horrified at her own betrayal.
"Don't fight the movement," I instructed, my voice calm and clinical. "Redirect it. Use your core muscles to stabilize. You're letting your hips lead when you should be controlling from your center."
"I—I don't—hah—I don't understand—"
"Then let me show you," I growled, breathing hard. I was losing it.
I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her closer, eliminating the distance between us. Her knees bumped against the edge of the bed, her thighs pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her whole body was vibrating with suppressed need.
My right hand dove back into action with the rigor I was feeling in my balls, but there was no teasing this time. No gentle exploration of her anatomy. I knew exactly where the button was, and I intended to mash it.
I grabbed her virgin pussy, cupping the whole swollen mound, and started attacking her clit with aggressive, merciless friction.
"Ah! Wait—!"
She tried to jerk back, her hips snapping away instinctively from the overstimulation, but my arm around her waist was an iron bar. I held her explicitly in place, forcing her to take it. Forcing her to feel every rapid, wet slide of my fingers against her pearl.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The sound was obscene, a wet, slapping noise of fluid and flesh echoing in the quiet room.
"Ngh—ah—hn—" she wheezed, her hands flying to my forearm, trying to pry me off, but her grip was weak. Useless. "It's—hah—it's too much! Sensei!"
Sakura's composure shattered. She couldn't keep quiet anymore. The sounds spilling from her mouth were barely human—desperate, broken gasps and whimpers and choked-off moans that she tried desperately to swallow back down. Her breathing was completely erratic, her chest heaving against mine as she leaned into me for support.
"Sensei—please—I can't—"
"Yes, you can," I said firmly. "You're doing beautifully. Just a little longer."
But I didn't slow down. twisted my wrist, grinding the heel of my hand against her pubic bone while my fingers worked her clit in a frenzied circle and gradually increased the pressure, the speed, the intensity. My fingers moved faster, slicker, her wetness coating my entire hand. I could feel her trembling, feel the way her pussy was clenching and pulsing, desperate for penetration I refused to give. She was producing so much fluid it felt like I was washing my hands inside her panties.
"Ghhhuuk—nnnn!" She threw her head back, her regulation completely shattered. Her toes curled in her boots, her heels lifting off the floor as she tried to climb the air to escape the sensation.
She wasn't enduring anymore. She was riding it.
Her hips started bucking against my hand, not away from it, but into it. She was chasing the rhythm, her body betraying her mind completely.
"That's it," I encouraged, watching the way her face crunched up, ugly-cute in her desperation. "Right there. You feel that building? That pressure in your belly?"
"I c-can't—I gotta—something is—pleaase!" she squealed, the classic confusion of a virgin who didn't understand the intense wiring of her own plumbing. "St—mmh! I'm gonna…."
"Let it go, Sakura. It' alright," I said, maintaining the brutal pace. "Don't fight it."
"No! NO!"
She shook her head wildly, her pink hair whipping around, flying in a messy halo. She was terrified of the mess, terrified of the loss of control, terrified of the pleasure that was about to rip her apart.
"Let it happen," I whispered against her ear. "I'm here with you."
I didn't let up. I pressed harder, rubbing furiously against the swollen nub.
Her body seized. It went rigid as a board. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, ripping into my skin, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
And then she broke.
Her hips convulsed, spasming violently against my hand.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
The moan tore out of her throat—loud, long, and bordering on a scream. A sound of pure, unadulterated release that shattered whatever "good girl" image she had left.
Inside her shorts, the floodgates opened.
It wasn't a trickle. It was a deluge. Shudders wracked her frame as hot fluid jetted out of her, coating my hand, splashing against the inside of her thighs. I could feel the sudden, intense warmth soaking through the fabric of her panties, overwhelming the cotton instantly. It ran down her legs, a clear, heavy stream escaping past the elastic of her shorts and trickling down to the top of her knee-high boots.
She squirted like a fountain, soaking herself, soaking me, soaking the floor.
She slumped forward, all the strength evaporating from her legs. If I hadn't been holding her waist, she would have collapsed into a heap. She fell against me, her face burying itself in the crook of my neck, her body trembling with violent aftershocks.
"Oh no," she sobbed, her voice muffled against my skin, wet and breathless. "Oh no... oh no..."
"Good girl," I murmured, stroking her hair with my clean hand. "You did so well." While the hand in her intimate place lingered a bit, slowing my movements to a gentle, soothing caress over her hypersensitive flesh, spreading the mess she'd made further across her skin.
Sakura didn't respond. She just buried her face against my neck and tried to remember how to breathe.
I guided her trembling body down onto the bed, her limbs limp and uncoordinated like a ragdoll. She collapsed onto the mattress with a soft bounce, her long pink hair fanning out beneath her head in a messy halo. I shifted on top of her, caging her in with my arms, looking down at her face.
She was a fucking masterpiece.
Her face was tomato-red, flushed from her hairline down to her neck, blotchy and uneven in that way only virgins got after their first real orgasm, when they experienced something so intense their fingers alone could never replicate. Tear tracks stained her cheeks and her green eyes were unfocused, staring somewhere past my shoulder, refusing to meet my gaze.
"You held out longer than I expected," I murmured, brushing a damp strand of pink hair away from her face. "You did well for the first half, keeping that little mouth shut. But the end... well. You lost focus."
Sakura turned her head away. She bit her swollen lower lip, huffing a shaky breath. "It wasn't... fair," she mumbled, her voice thick. "You cheated."
"I didn't know you were a sore loser." That picked at her pride, she twisted her lips but she was too far in the land of bliss, and she just sighed. I hummed and trailed my fingers from her cheek down the column of her throat. "But I'm a generous teacher, Sakura. I'm willing to give you another chance."
Her eyes flickered back to me. She wasn't stupid. Even through the fog of pleasure and shame, and all the delusions she had built to justify everything. She knew exactly where this was heading. I could see it in the way her breath hitched, in the way her fingers curled into the bedsheets beneath her. She was apprehensive, a little scared, like all inexperienced girls in her place.
"No... Sensei, that's not... we can't..." she stammered, her hands coming up to push weakly at my chest. But there was no strength in it. Her fingers curled against my skin instead of shoving me away. "It's not right. Mom is—she's just in the bathroom. She could come out."
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Tell me to stop."
She bit her lip, her eyes darting between my face and the door where her mother was freshening up. A sharp exhale puffed out of her nose, and she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut.
Silence.
That was all the consent I needed.
I smirked against her skin. Good enough.
I pressed a kiss to the pulse point below her ear. She shivered, her head tilting to the side involuntarily, granting me access. I kissed my way down the sensitive cord of her neck, open-mouthed and wet, tasting the salt of her sweat. I sucked gently at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and a low, strangled whine vibrated in her throat.
"Sensei..." she whimpered, but the protest was half-hearted at best.
I sucked on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Her body arched beneath me, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders, not to push me away, but to anchor herself.
I started undressing her.
Slowly. Methodically.
I went first with something small and would not raise alarms. The pink elbow protectors. I peeled them off one at a time, tossing them carelessly to the floor. She didn't resist much. Her arms were still limp, her body pliant and unresisting in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
Next, I reached for the hem of her red shirt.
"Wait—" Her hands snapped up, gripping my wrists weakly. "Don't... not that..."
"Sakura," I said gently, pausing. "I need you to lift your arms."
She blinked up at me, her green eyes wide and glassy. "Why?"
"Because I can't take this off otherwise." I tugged on the fabric. "Unless you want me to rip it?"
I could also unzip it, but I didn't feel like it, and her mind was swimming in pink fog to bring that up.
"No…" She shook her head. "Don't—it's my favorite—"
"Then lift your arms."
She hesitated. I could see the war playing out behind her eyes—modesty versus obedience, shame versus desire.
"Come on," I coaxed, my voice dropping to that low. "Be a good girl for me, Sakura."
She swallowed hard. Then, slowly, trembling, she raised her arms above her head.
"Good girl," I praised, and she shivered at the words.
I pulled her shirt up and off, revealing the soft, pale skin of her torso. She immediately tried to cover herself, crossing her arms over her chest, but I caught her wrists and pinned them gently back above her head.
"Don't hide," I murmured. "Let me see you."
She turned her face away, her cheeks burning. "This is embarrassing..."
But I wasn't looking at her face anymore, nor her attention-grabbing exposed top, no. I was looking at her armpits.
She wore sleeveless tops constantly. Ino was sensitive so on her exposed midriff, a fact I'd discovered and exploited thoroughly. I wondered if Sakura had her own secret weak spot.
I leaned down and pressed my nose to the hollow of her armpit, inhaling deeply.
"Ah—!" Sakura jolted, "Sensei?!" Her voice shot up an octave, panic flooding her tone. "What are you—that's—you can't—"
I kissed the smooth skin there, and her entire body jolted like I'd electrocuted her.
Jackpot.
"Sensitive here?" I mused, running my tongue along the tender flesh of her underarm's hollow.
"It's weird!" she protested, trying to yank her arm down, but I held her wrist firm against the mattress. "Why are you—"
"It's sweet," I countered, running my tongue flat against the skin again. She shuddered, her toes curling inside her boots.
"S-sensei, that's my armpit! It's gross! You can't—mph—"
I sucked on the skin, gentle but insistent, and she made a strangled noise that was half-laugh, half-moan. Her hips bucked beneath me, squirming beneath me.
"You're ticklish," I observed, grinning against her skin. "And sensitive. Interesting combination."
"I hate you," she wheezed, but there was no heat in it.
I released her arm and moved lower, kissing my way down her collarbone, over the swell of her modest chest. She was wearing a plain white bra. Sakura can be a practical girl sometimes.
I casually slipped a hand behind her back and unhooked it.
"No!" She tried to sit up as the bra came off, but I pressed her back down with a palm on her sternum. She immediately tried to cross her arms over her chest, hunching her shoulders. "Don't look—Please don't look—"
I caught her wrists before she could hide and pinned them gently back above her head.
"Let me see you."
Sakura had always been insecure about her chest. Compared to the other girls in her class, her rivalry with Ino did help. Ino had perfect curves; one could imagine how inadequate Sakura must feel. But looking down at her now... damn. She was small, yes. Petite. Her breasts were modest handfuls, pale and soft, but they were firm and perky, tipped with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled and hard. Her ribcage was delicate, the skin smooth and untouched.
She was perfect.
"P-please don't laugh," she said with a strangled voice, "They are small, I know, so what? Ther—"
"You're beautiful," I said honestly, letting my gaze roam over her.
"Eh?!" She made a small, disbelieving, choked noise. "No, I'm—I'm….You're lying—I'm flat," she muttered bitterly, closing her eyes tight. "You're just saying that to—to make me feel better—" she sighed. "Just... get it over with."
"Stupid girl," I scolded gently. I released her wrists to cup her left breast. It fit perfectly in my palm. The flesh was warm and yielding. I squeezed gently, and she gasped, arching her back off the bed. "Size isn't everything. Shape, sensitivity... that's what matters. And yours respond beautifully."
I thumbed her nipple, flicking it lightly.
"Ah!" Her eyes flew open, glazed with shock. "That—that hurts!"
"Does it?" I leaned down and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
"Nngh—aaaah!" Her protest turned into a moan instantly. Her fingers curled into the sheets. "Wait—too—too hard! Sensei!"
"Relax," I mumbled around her nipple, swirling my tongue against the sensitive nub. "Stop fighting it."
I moved to the other breast, kneading the first one with my hand while my mouth claimed its twin. Sakura was writhing now, her legs restless, boots scuffing against the sheets. Her protests were dying down, replaced by short, sharp pants.
"It's too much..." she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. "I can't... my head is spinning..."
"Let it spin."
I kissed my way down her stomach, over the soft plane of her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel. She giggled, an involuntary, breathless sound, and clamped a hand over her mouth.
When I had had my fill for the moment and she was loosened and ready for more, I sat up, leaving her chest glistening with saliva, and her pale cherry skin trailed with marks. Her nipples were red and swollen, standing at attention. I trailed my hand down her flat stomach, dipping my finger into her navel before moving lower.
I reached the waistband of her shorts.
Her useless pink apron skirt had already ridden up around her waist, exposing the damp black fabric beneath. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and tugged.
"Wait—wait—" She grabbed my wrists, panic flooding her voice. "You can't—not there—"
"Why not?"
"Because—because—" She floundered, her face burning. "It's... it's too much..."
"Sakura," I said patiently, rubbing soothing circles on her hipbones. "I already touched you there. I already made you cum. Silly girl, there's no such thing as too much between us."
"But you'll see," she whispered, her voice cracking. "You'll see everything and it's—it's embarrassing—"
"Do you trust me?"
She blinked at me, her green eyes wet and vulnerable.
"I..." She swallowed hard. "Yes."
"Then let me take care of you. These clothes are just getting in the way." I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties together. "Lift."
She stared at me, trembling. She looked at the door again. Then back at me. Slowly, with agonizing reluctance, she lifted her hips off the mattress.
I dragged the sodden mess of fabric down her legs. Off her thighs, over her knees, past her calves. I had to unlace her boots to get everything off completely, tossing the bundle of wet clothes into the corner.
Now she was truly naked. Except for that pink, useless skirt, which just made the nudity feel even more lewd.
She tried to clamp her knees together and hide herself, but I easily pulled them apart a fraction, just to get a peek, and she made a sound in her throat and looked away.
And there it was. Her virgin cunt. Pale pink lips peeking out from a neat triangle of damp hair, a shade of darker pink. The whole area was swollen, glistering with fluid that leaked onto her thighs. It smelled like sea salt and arousal, heady and intoxicating.
I inhaled the scent of her arousal deeply; it made my mouth water and my dick throb painfully. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck her so much. Nothing was standing between us. She was naked, and so was I. I could just push, and I would have my reward, the cake I had painstakingly worked on and prepared. This was it.
"fuck," I breathed, staring. "You're gorgeous."
"Don't say that," she whimpered, clamping her thighs together. "Don't look—please don't look—"
"Open your legs."
"I can't—"
"Sakura." I placed my hands on her knees, gently but firmly. "Open your legs. Let me see you."
She bit her lip, shame burning her face, shame and need. Slowly, trembling, she let her knees fall open.
I settled between her thighs, staring at her virgin cunt like it was a shrine.
"Sensei..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "What are you—you're not going to—"
Yes, I wanted to fuck her. But… not yet. Have some patience. She was my student, and this was her first time; it needed to be memorable. I need to make it a blissfully unforgettable experience for her. Something she would have wet dreams about in times to come. For the most part, this was objective acquired, but I could do better. And the best way to do that.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to her pussy.
"EEEEEP!" She tried to slam her thighs shut, but my shoulders were in the way. "Sensei! What are you doing?! Get away from there! That's—that's dirty! You can't put your face there!"
I ignored her. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her scent, and then I kissed her again, this time letting my tongue dart out to taste her. Musk, sweat, girl, a little tangy. It drove me insane. My dick throbbed painfully against my stomach.
"Sto—please—" She was babbling now, her hands gripping my hair, tugging weakly. "You can't put your mouth there—it's dirty—I didn't—I didn't clean—"
I looked up at her, my lips still pressed against her folds. "You taste fucking amazing." I dragged my tongue in one broad stroke from her perineum up to her clit.
"NO! NO NO NO!" She thrashed, her hands flying down to push at my head. "Don't say—Don't lick it! That's disgusting! Sensei, you shouldn't! This's too much."
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides again. "Shut up," I muttered against her vulva. "Stop thinking and feel."
I kissed her pussy lips, sucking lightly on the swollen flesh. She whined, her hips jerking, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.
"It's weird!" she sobbed, tears leaking from her eyes. "It feels too weird! Too wet! Sto— please… It's embarrassing!"
Her protests were annoying me now. My cock was aching, I was hornier than I had been in years, and her constant whining was pissing me off. I needed her quiet. I needed her to set the shame aside and enjoy a pleasure few would ever give her.
I released one of her wrists and shoved two fingers into her mouth.
"Mmph?!" Her eyes went wide.
"Suck," I ordered, my voice rough. "If you're going to use that mouth, make it useful."
She glared at me, hurt and indignation flashing in her eyes. Her pride flared—how dare I dismiss her like that? But then her conditioning kicked in. Her lips wrapped around my fingers instinctively. She started to suck, her tongue swirling around them just like she had done with my dick earlier.
Good girl.
With her mouth busy, I went back to work on her cunt.
I kissed her pussy properly this time, sealing my mouth over her clit and sucking gently.
"Mmmph! Mmm...!" Her muffled noises changed pitch. The protests died, replaced by urgent, rhythmic moans against my fingers.
I explored her with my tongue, mapping every fold, every crevice, every sensitive spot. She was dripping, her arousal coating my chin, and the smell of her, earthy and sweet and virgin, was driving me further away from sanity.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, vibrating it against the sensitive pearl. Her thighs clamped around my head, squeezing my ears. She was trembling all over, her belly quivering.
"MMMMNGH!" She arched so high her back left the mattress.
She was trying to stay quiet, but muffled moans kept escaping around my fingers. Her thighs trembled, clamping around my head, and I could feel her muscles tensing as the pleasure built.
She was close. She was riding higher and higher at a frightening speed and intensity.
Recognizing the signs, I removed my hand from her mouth and grabbed her small breast instead, pinching her nipple hard.
"Sensei... Sensei...!" she gasped, dropping the honorifics in her delirium. "Please! I'm gonna—I'm gonna—!"
"It's alright. Don't fight it, Sakura," I growled against her wet slit. "Cum for me."
I didn't stop. I upped the pace. I latched onto her clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue while my fingers twisted her nipple.
Her body went rigid. Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream.
And then she came.
Hard.
"AHHHHH!" The moan ripped out of her, raw and uncontrolled, echoing in the small hotel room.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed against my mouth, and a fresh gush of fluid soaked my face. Liquid gushed into my mouth, coating my tongue, my cheeks, my chin. It was hot and salty and endless. She squirted all over my face, soaking me in her release, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm.
Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice, trapping me there as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair, yanking hard enough to hurt.
I kept licking, drawing out every last tremor, until she slumped back onto the bed, chest heaving, legs twitching uselessly.
I pulled back, wiping her juices from my face, grinning like a predator who'd just devoured a particularly satisfying meal.
"See?" I licked my lips, tasting her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
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