Hinata and J

He slid into bed with a sigh, immediately rolling over onto his side with his back to her.

Hinata frowned. Gently, she scooted over - pressing a kiss to his cheek, her hand sliding beneath the sheets to caress his bare chest. Her breasts pressed against his back, her crotch grinding against his hip as she attempted to lift her husband out of his funk.

Naruto let out a groan of displeasure. "Hinata…" he murmured. "I'm not in the mood tonight." He rolled over to face her, using a hand to ease her away from him. "I had to work all day - and I've got to go in early tomorrow so I can help with the arrangements for the Chunin Exams."

She pressed her lips together. "It's been two weeks, Naruto…!" Hinata said. "Are you just… never going to be in the mood to be with me?" She closed her eyes. "Am I just not pretty enough for you, is that it?"

"That's not it, 'nata!" Naruto insisted. "I just… fuck, what do you want from me? I'm Hokage now. It can't be like it used to, it just fucking can't." Before, right after they had married but before they had Boruto, they had screwed like rabbits - nearly every night, sometimes even multiple times, credit going to his Uzumaki stamina for that. But it was different now.

"Hmph!" she grunted. "Fine." She rolled over, this time presenting her back to him. "Good night."

Naruto shook his head slowly. Like she had, he rolled over - calling a sleepy "Good night." to her before drifting off to sleep.

Hinata, however, had a sleepless night. Her mind was running at a thousand kilometers per hour, desperately searching for ways that she could rekindle the passion that she so missed. She could dress up in lingerie? Arrange with Shikamaru for him to have a day off? Kami, she wasn't sure.

She would have to find some way. She had to, lest her marriage fall apart. Hinata had seen the animosity that Boruto felt for Naruto as a result of his absence… and she never, never wanted to end up the same way as her son. Her and Naruto's love was too important to her for that.

However… something caught her eye.

You see, even without her Byakugan, all Hyuga had superior eyesight to your everyday shinobi. And so, despite the darkness, she could actually see rather well.

Beside their bed was a bookshelf. And on that bookshelf were many books - but one in particular seemed to stand out to her. It was a rather dull color, but the writing on the spine was what caught her eye.

'The Tale of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi, by Jiraiya'.

Hinata smirked. Naruto's teacher, famed for his lecherous nature, had nearly been killed on the eve of the Fourth Shinobi War. In fact, everyone had assumed his death, until he had popped up about a month after the war itself, having been in captivity the entire time. Naruto was happier than he had ever been that day, save for two other occasions - their wedding day, and the day he had brought Sasuke home.

Jiraiya was her ticket. Surely, he would know best how to coax Naruto into bed - and at this point, she had no other options.

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The next day, she sought him out, finding him in a cafe that was… erm… 'conveniently' just across the street from the famous Konoha bath houses.

"Hinata-chan!" he called cheerily. Despite his rather advanced age (especially for a shinobi) he still looked great, his white mane still spiky and wild, his demeanor still bright and positive. Really, aside from a few wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, he still looked the same as he had when he'd returned with Naruto after her husband's two and a half year training trip.

"Jiraiya-sama!" Hinata said, bowing slightly. "You wouldn't mind if I sat down with you, would you?" she asked, a hand on the back of the chair opposite him.

"I wouldn't mind at all, Hinata-chan." he said. "In fact, be my guest! I'll even buy you some tea on the house, if you'd like."

She sat down. Hinata took a deep breath, closing her pale eyes for a moment before reopening them, a new determination shining in the white orbs. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Jiraiya-sama." she said. "I have no intention of dragging this out." She swallowed a lump in her throat, pulling at the collar of her shirt nervously. "I'd… like to ask you something." Hinata confessed.

"Go ahead and ask then." said Jiraiya. "I promise I won't judge you."

She leaned forward, glancing either way to ensure that no one was listening in on their conversation. "I… there's a problem, with Naruto and I." A pause. "A problem in the… erm… bedroom."

"Ah, I see." Jiraiya said. "He can't get it up? Well, actually, there's a pill you can get at the pharmacy for that, it's called-"

Hinata flushed. "No, no, no, that's not it!" she said hurriedly. "He can… g-get it up just fine, it's just that he's never in the mood." She frowned. "I wanted to… improve my technique, if you will. I-I want to please him better. To show him that even if he has to work all of the time… that I'm still there for him. Even when he's not there for me."

Jiraiya smiled sweetly. "Tell you what." he said, grabbing a napkin from off of the table. He pulled a pen out from a coat pocket, scribbling something down onto the makeshift paper. "That's the address for my house." he said, sliding the napkin across the table to her. "We can get started whenever you'd like."

She took the napkin, folding it up neatly and slipping it into her pocket. "I'd prefer to start tonight, if we can." she said. "Is that alright?"

"That's fine with me." said Jiraiya.

A nervous look flickered across her eyes for a brief moment. "What… um… what would you want me to wear?"

He smirked. "Wear something nice." he murmured. Jiraiya leaned forward, until he was so close that she could see the whites of his eyes. "Not that you'll be wearing it for long," he added, a lecherous grin on his face.

She flushed. "I'll… uh… w-what time do you want me to come over?" she asked, attempting and failing to mask her obvious embarrassment.

"Six or seven will do." he said, leaning back in his chair. He took a sip of his tea. "See you later, Hinata-chan."

Hinata stood, bowing once more. "I will see you at seven, Jiraiya-sama." was all she said, before striding out of the cafe, the door opening with a ring and closing behind her with a soft thud.

Jiraiya watched her leave, glancing at her rather nice ass.

'Hmm.' he thought, a hand gently rubbing his pointed chin. 'She'll do.'

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Hinata tugged at the hem of her dress, wishing that she had worn a longer one. It was beautiful, really, falling to her knees in waves. A deep navy blue, it flowed across her body like water, showing off the ample curves that she had tried so hard to hide beneath lavender jackets in her youth.

She swallowed nervously. Jiraiya was of course a very affluent man, what with the popular series that he'd written - Icha Icha - funding his years of debauchery. He lived in a surprisingly… normal house, however. It was in a very nice neighborhood however, one that was more typical of a civilian rather than one of the most powerful shinobi to have ever lived.

The ex-Hyuga reached a hand forward, and knocked softly on the door.

Footsteps approached from the other side. The door opened, revealing Jiraiya - clad in a simple grey robe. His hair appeared slightly damp, as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower.

"Hinata-chan!" he greeted, dark eyes roaming up and down her body, the sannin eying her like a piece of meat. She resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "Come in, come in!"

She smiled nervously. Hinata stepped inside, wincing slightly as the door slid closed behind her. She turned, watching Jiraiya expectantly as he twisted and turned the various locks on his door back into place.

"Alright." said Jiraiya. "Take a seat… and tell me what the problem is. Now that we're, well, you know - not in the middle of a public cafe, we can be a little more free about what we say and do." He watched as she took a seat on his plush leather couch. "Would you like some tea?"

"Umm… yes, please." she said.

"I'll be just a minute." he said. "I've already got a pot on the stove. Ice or no ice?"

"No ice." Hinata replied.

Jiraiya nodded. He disappeared into the other room for a few moments. Hinata could hear the sound of silverware, the clinking of glass, of something being added to drinks, and then footsteps. He returned, two mugs filled near to the brim with steaming tea in his hands.

He handed one to Hinata, before sitting down on a chair beside the couch.

"So like I said - what's the problem?" Jiraiya asked.

Hinata gulped. "Well… ever since I can remember, Naruto and I have had a rather… erm… dull sex life." she said.

"Dull?" he said. "Elaborate, if you will."

"Well, really, we just do the same thing every time." Hinata explained. "He lays me down on my back. Puts his… penis in me. And then he just thrusts in and out of me until he finishes. I-I don't really finish like he does," she flushed at the words. "Not unless I do… things before hand to get myself warmed up."

"I see." Jiraiya said, shaking his head slowly. "I thought I taught the gaki better than that. Missionary for… what, fifteen years? And nothing else?"

She shook her head.

"Alright, Hinata-chan." he said. "Sex is a game, a wonderful, wonderful game. One that involves a lot more positions than just missionary. I can name five off the top of my head: doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sixty-nine, and then the all too classic 'carry me'." He paused. "But… sex isn't just the guy putting his cock in a girl's pussy, right? There's plenty of other things you can do." He rubbed his chin. "Listen… if we're going to do this, you're going to have to go along with everything. And I mean everything. There's no going back after this, Hinata-chan, so you had better make your decision now."

'This is for Naruto.' Hinata thought, her hand curling up into a ball at her side. 'For Naruto.'

She nodded resolutely. "I'm willing to do whatever you ask of me." Hinata said, a subtle firmness in her otherwise soft voice.

"Good." said Jiraiya. He put his tea down on the table, before standing up. "I'm going to have to ask you to strip. All the way down." He resisted the urge to chuckle at her horrified look. "I need to get an idea of what we have to work with."

"A-alright." she said. She set her tea down as well, before climbing to her feet. Hinata stood in the center of the living room, facing Jiraiya.

Slowly, she slipped the straps of her dress down her creamy shoulders. Then, with a simple nudge, the rest of the garment fell down - revealing a lacy black set of bra and panties. Slowly, she unhooked the bra, allowing her rather large breasts to spill out. Then, she slid her panties down her legs, revealing her smoothly shaven snatch.

Jiraiya whistled. "Impressive." he said. "Hiashi certainly got lucky that you got your mother's genes rather than his." He took a step forward, groping one of her breasts. Hinata flinched at the contact, but couldn't deny the small ripple of pleasure that coursed through her as he brushed her rosy nipple. "Firm and supple," he said. He gave a squeeze. "Mmm. Just the way I like'em."

Hinata frowned slightly. "W-what's next?" she asked, a slight shiver running through her as a breeze brushed against her exposed nipples.

"Get down on your knees, Hinata-chan." he said. "I'm going to show you some ways you can help get things started before you get to the main course."

Another nod. She sunk down onto her knees, eye to eye with the obvious bulge in his crotch.

Slowly, Jiraiya unwound the sash holding his robe together. Then, he pulled it off - allowing it to drop to the ground. He was still heavily muscled despite his advanced age. The scar that he had received from the fourth tail of Naruto's Kyuubi form had been healed by Hashirama's cells soon after the war, making it look nearly the same as the rest of his skin, aside from it being a shade lighter.

However, Hinata's attention was directed elsewhere. She could only gape at the monster that hung between his legs. Even flaccid… it… it looked bigger than her Naruto's when he was erect. And it was a lot thicker as well, at least doubly so.

Jiraiya smirked. That tea was certainly being put to good use - there was no chance in hell that Hinata would do something like this normally… but the aphrodisiac he'd slipped into her mug was certainly helping move things along in that department. All the better for him, for he had a beautiful naked woman in his home, who was willing to do anything for him so long as he taught her some 'tricks'.

Gripping the base of his member, he slid it in front of her face. "How does it smell?" he asked.

She sniffed hesitantly at first, but with more gusto once she got a hint of his scent. "Musky…" she murmured, licking her lips. "Manly. Kind of… kind of like the cologne Naruto wears when we go out to eat."

"Good." Jiraiya said. "Now… just give it a taste, Hinata-chan." His member was at half mast now, only a few scant centimeters away from her plump pink lips. "Just a lick will do. Go on now - don't be shy."

Hinata stared at it for a moment, anxiety flickering through her pale eyes. Then, she darted forward in a blur, her tongue slipping out of her mouth for a split second to lap against the head of his member.

Her eyes widened. "Wow…" she whispered. "It tastes… wow. Like- I don't know. It's hard to describe." She leaned forward again, giving his member another lick - slower this time. "Sweet. Sweet, but bitter at the same time. But it tastes really… good, Jiraiya-sama."

He knew that 'Jiraiya-sama' referred to his ranking as a sannin. But… to hear a woman as voluptuous as Hinata call him that easily brought his cock up to full mast, his erection so hardened that he could likely pierce through steel with it.

"Now… a little skin to skin contact if you will." Jiraiya said. He gripped the base of his pole tightly, before poking it lightly against her left breast - squishing her nipple and the globe in with the sheer size of his member.

She gasped. "W-what are you doing?" she said, resisting the urge to shove him away from her.

"Don't worry about it." said Jiraiya. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Hinata gulped. It did feel good. Really good. Her breasts had always been particularly sensitive… it was a pity her husband had always been more of an ass man. Not that she lacked in that department either, but she was far more well endowed in her chestal region.

He pulled away slightly, only to repeat the same motion against her right tit. He wiggled his erection around, sliding the head of his member all along the globe - drops of his precum smearing across her fair skin.

"Alright." he said, the third time she nearly punched him in the groin. "Lift your arms up, sweetie. Put them up behind your head - just like that, there you go."

"F-fuck… w-what am I doing?" Hinata murmured. "This is… this is wrong…!" she whispered. "What about my husband? W-what about my chil-?"

"Calm down." With such authority, such firmness, such sheer masculinity coursing through his voice, Hinata had no choice but to obey. "This is for Naruto, remember?" Jiraiya said. "Just relax. Let it happen."

He continued his ministrations, sliding his cock up and down her armpits, her breasts. He even rubbed it against her face. He smeared the head up against her lips, bits of his precum sticking to her bottom lip, staining the pink skin white.

"Now, things like this can really set the mood for sex." Jiraiya explained. "You see how hard I am, right?" he said. How could she not? He was just so big, so thick, and besides it was directly in front of her face. "And… look at you." She followed his gaze downwards… to the liquids slowly dripping from her snatch, staining his carpet with her juices. She hadn't even noticed the wetness… wow… and he hadn't even needed to really do all that much aside from rubbing his thing up against her.

"There's… more you can teach me, right?" Hinata asked.

"Oh… there's a whole lot more I can teach you." Jiraiya said with a grin. "Here's a sexual act that will get any man off. Especially considering the set you have," he continued, casting a significant glance at her tits.

With ease, he pressed her onto her back. He seated himself on her stomach, slotting his enormous member into the valley of her breasts, a soft groaning escaping his mouth at the sheer warmth and softness of them.

"This is called a titfuck." Jiraiya explained simply. "Now, either the man or the woman can be the dominant one in this position. But… since you're a beginner, I'll take the reins on this one." Slowly, he began to thrust back and forth, his cock so thick as to rub against both of her breasts at once with ease.

He kept this slow pace going for a little while, a smirk on his face at the wonder on Hinata's face - as she watched his massive cock poke out of the top of her cleavage. She had thought her breasts were big… but even with her globes completely covering his member, it was still easy to pick out the tower of meat within.

Jiraiya gripped either side of her bust, closing them tightly around his cock the added friction intensified the pleasure for both of them, and soon his thrusts increased in swiftness and intensity. He grunted, pinching her nipples and forcing a low moan from the former Hyuga heiress' lips.

Hinata could feel herself rocking back and forth from his thrusts. He was so... warm. His cock felt like raw heat sandwiched in between her breasts, and the feel of his rump pressing into her stomach was a pleasant one as well. His massive balls slid against the skin of her abdomen - and she could almost feel the great amounts of his jizz sloshing about within them.

There was an intensity about the way he was titfucking her. A passion. When she and Naruto made love, there had always been a distance. Perhaps brought on by his isolated childhood, or something else that she was unaware of.

There was no distance here. There wasn't even the slightest hint of common decency either. He was like an animal, using her breasts as he pleased to get himself off.

And she was loving it. The intimacy, the warmth, the pungent smell of sex that could rival even her treasured cinnamon buns.

"Fuck…" Jiraiya growled, entranced by the view of his enormous member sliding in and out of her cleavage. "These tits are fucking fantastic, Hinata-chan."

She was still dumbfounded by just how big his steely length was. If Naruto had been in the same position as Jiraiya was, his member would have been swallowed up by her breasts. For comparison, Jiraiya's member was large enough to look as if someone was attempting to ram a log in between two tennis balls.

Wet slaps echoed throughout the sannin's living room, as he brutally titfucked his student's beautiful and very well endowed wife.

Now, Jiraiya had titty fucked many a woman in his long, long life. Even so, Hinata was easily in the top five of that particular list - her breasts were simply so soft, so warm, so supple. It felt as if two incredibly large marshmallows were wrapped around his enormous member. With the added bonus if her delightful moans and groans spurring him on.

There was no denying the juices that were steadily trickling down her thigh. She was incredibly aroused, to the point where even one of Naruto's monotonous pounding sessions could likely drive her over the edge.

Jiraiya could feel himself drawing close, which was truly a pity. His balls tightened beneath his shaft. His cock pulsated as he continued to thrust into his newest lover's cleavage. And then, with a mighty grunt, he came.

His white hot cum spurted from the mushroom head of his cock, splashing onto Hinata's porcelain features. His load was massive, easily dwarfing her husband's in both volume and thickness. She could only wither his assault, closing her eyes so as to not be blinded by the great shots of his seed.

Jiraiya's essence plastered her face, soaking it in a thick layer of his jizz. He even leaned back, stroking his member languidly as he shot another half dozen shots of cum onto the luscious tits he had viciously fucked for fifteen minutes prior.

Hinata was quite the sight to behold. She had never looked more beautiful in his opinion, her dark hair in disarray, a glazed look in her pale eyes, and a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Not to mention the thick layer of his cum that soaked her from the abdomen up.

"Fuck, Hinata-chan," Jiraiya groaned. "That was the best tit fuck that I've had in a long while." A smirk slowly spread across his face. "I'm going to be right back, Hinata-chan. Just give me a moment."

He left her there, lying on her back in the middle of his living room - naked, and her face and tits plastered with his gooey seed. She panted lightly, only dimly aware of the continued trickling of her juices from the slit in between her legs.

Jiraiya returned soon after, with two items. A hand mirror, and another object that he would reveal to her in due time.

"Look at that," he murmured, angling the mirror so Hinata could clearly see her jizz covered reflection. "What man would be able to resist a look like that? None that I know of."

She had thought his scent was spectacular before… but now, it coated her. It was all around her. His warmth was seeping through her skin. She felt… alive, for the first time in months, years even.

And the sight of her, covered in Jiraiya's hot and sticky cum, drove her wild in a way that took her breath away.

His smirk widened. "Why don't you taste it?" he suggested, a lecherous look in his eyes.

Hinata dipped a finger in the goo trickling down the valley of her breasts, before popping it into her mouth.

Her taste buds positively exploded with flavor. So sweet… so thick… so yummy. She suckled at the digit in her mouth, tongue swirling around it so every bit of his jizz was washed off of it.

"Mmm… you're so fucking sexy, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said, licking his lips at the delicious sight. Oh how badly he wanted to take her, to show her the wonders of sex - but he knew that he should pace himself.

But… Hinata's eventual downfall had been assured. Now that he had his hooks in her… there was no chance he was ever going to let go. She was simply too hot, with those large breasts, tight cunt, and soft demeanor.

"Use your fingers to clean yourself off." he ordered her. "Don't stop until you're sparkling, alright?"

"Yes, Jiraiya-sama." said Hinata.

With nimble fingers, she began to collect his cum, spooning it into her mouth. She allowed it to collect, until she downed the first mouthful with an audible gulp.

It took a long while to completely clean herself off, and in the end she still had missed some spots.

"No, no." Jiraiya said. "This won't do. We can't have you going out like this now, can we?"

Digging his hand into her indigo locks, he dragged Hinata to her feet - a soft squeal falling from the ex-Hyuga's lips.

"Come on, now." he murmured into her ear. "We're going to have to hop in the shower."

Hinata blanched. "W-we're?" she stuttered.

He smirked. "You heard me." was all he said. Jiraiya lead to her to his master bathroom. He slid back the glass wall, and eased her inside. He followed soon after, an eager grin on his face.

With ease, Jiraiya turned the water on. Soon, steam began to fill the bathroom, coating the glass and shielding their activities from view to anyone who wasn't inside of the shower itself.

He was behind her, his still hardened erection pressing against her back. Like a master chef, he kneaded her breasts - running her perky nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. His muscled chest was pressed firmly to her back, Jiraiya nipping and nibbling at the creamy skin of her neck.

Her little moans and mewls were like sweet music to his ears - the sound of her soft voice whispering such obscenities only hardening his cock that much further. It was like steel now, so much blood pumping through his enormous member that Jiraiya almost felt lightheaded. It was a pity he had decided to take it slow. He certainly couldn't wait until he could take her, and rearrange her insides to the shape of his massive cock as he had countless women before her.

Jiraiya reached a hand down, to play with her engorged clit as if it were a beanbag. His fingers fiddled with it, a grin on his face as Hinata moaned - her voice bouncing off the walls of the shower.

His cock slid into the crevasse of her ass, and soon he was sliding it back and forth - relishing in the sweet and soft feel of her ass cheeks. Soon, he had her pressed up against the wall. He bit the skin of her shoulder and neck, leaving dark purple hickies that would certainly take ample amounts of makeup or strategically placed clothes to hide. It was just another sign of his continued dominance of her. She was like putty in his skilled hands, so easy to bend and manipulate to his every whim.

Jiraiya knew that he was going to enjoy breaking her. He knew he was going to enjoy turning the demure ex-Hyuga into a mere whore. Begging for his cock and his cum, pleading and praying for him to stick his massive cock into her cunt or her ass. Her life would revolve around his enormous member - he was going to make it so she was never complete, not without one of his massive loads injected deep inside of or on her.

He grabbed a bar of soap from its holder. Soon, he began rubbing it along Hinata's rather large breasts- sudzing them up nice and good, white bubbles appearing and hiding her pale skin from view. She groaned at the feel of the soap running across her, especially when it occasionally teased a nipple.

Once he deemed her properly clean, he washed her down - using a hand to angle to shower spray to hit all of the proper places. Turning the water off, he eased her out of the shower stall. A few moments later, they stepped back into his living room - a towel wrapped around Jiraiya's waist, while Hinata had been forced to air dry, dripping water onto his carpet.

"Alright." said Jiraiya. "Get on your hands and knees, Hinata-chan."

She hesitated for a moment. But only for a moment.

"Of course, Jiraiya-sama." Hinata replied. Obediently, she got onto her hands and knees - her firm and supple ass jutted out towards him, puckered hole and dripping cunt revealed for his viewing pleasure.

He gave her a firm smack on one of her ass cheeks, drawing a squeak from the woman. A lecherous grin spread across his face.

"This might sting a little." he said. "But it won't take long."

His pointer finger glowed a bright blue. Slowly, he began to draw something on the skin of her left cheek, a look of concentration on his face. Hinata whimpered in pain, but tried to remain as still as she could, screwing her eyes closed and gritting her teeth to bear the burning sensation on her rump.

It took him a minute. But now he was done - and now, she was his.

It wasn't anything too complex. A simple kanji inscribed into her pale skin, one that meant 'oil' - otherwise, the one that he wore with his headband every time he needed to fight. It was solid black against her fair skin, although it was easy to miss if you weren't looking for it.

He smirked. Jiraiya picked up what he had brought alongside the mirror earlier - a rather simple butt plug.

"Hinata-chan…" he murmured. "Are you an anal virgin?"

Her red face and the rapid paced stuttering she let out was all the answer he needed.

"Good." Jiraiya said, his smirk widening. "We'll need to work your way up, I suppose. Don't want to tear you in half or anything like that." One hand on her cheek, he gently twisted the plug into her puckered hole - it settling in with a pop. "Keep that in there." he told her. "It'll make things easier later."

"L-later?" she said.

"Of course." he said, standing up. "This was merely the first lesson, Hinata-chan." A lecherous grin spread across his face. "We have a lot more to work on before you can really wow the gaki with your skills." A pause. "We're done for tonight, however. Once you're finished drying, get back in your clothes, fix yourself up, and get out of here."

Hinata swallowed nervously. "When should I come back tomorrow?"

"Same time." he said. "Same place."

"Alright." she murmured.

It took perhaps ten minutes for her to finish air drying herself. She slid back into her bra and panties - before pulling the blue dress back over her head, sliding the straps up her creamy shoulders. She used the hand mirror he had brought out earlier to fix her hair.

"Goodbye, Jiraiya-sama." Hinata said, bowing lightly. "Thank you for the lesson."

"Maa… it wasn't a problem, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said.

She opened his door and strided out. Her walk was a little… odd, although that was to be expected with the plug still jammed up her asshole. The door closed behind her.

Jiraiya let out a languid sigh. Today had been a good day.

And tomorrow was promising to be even better. He couldn't wait.

Hinata stood up from the couch, gently laying the book that she had been reading face down on the cushions. She stepped around the coffee table, walking up to the front door. After peering through the glass - she unlocked it, pulling the door open.

"Hello!" the man said. He was rather unassuming, short brown hair, simple green eyes. Judging by his uniform it was clear he worked for a courier service - as if that wasn't obvious enough, considering the small brown box that he held. "I have a delivery for… erm…" He glanced at the name on the package. "Uzumaki Hinata. Is she here?"

Hinata frowned, ever so slightly. Strange. She hadn't been expecting a package today - and she most certainly hadn't ordered anything by accident.

"I'm Uzumaki Hinata," she said, her pale eyes blinking innocently.

"Ah, wonderful!" the man said. "Here you go, Uzumaki-san." He pressed the package into her hands. "It's already been paid for," he said. "Have a terrific day!" And without allowing her to respond, he turned and bounded back down the path - soon disappearing into the crowd that packed the Konoha street in front of her home.

Hinata, with the package in hand, turned - closing the door behind her with a foot. She silently padded into the kitchen, cautiously setting the box down onto a counter. This was an odd development - she'd been hoping to catch up on some alone time, considering Naruto was at work, Boruto was out on a mission with his team, and Himawari was sleeping over at a friend's place, and as a result she had the house all to herself.

Her pointer finger glowed a dim blue with chakra, Hinata using it to cut through the packaging tape on the box. Once that was successfully removed, she peeled off the lid - glancing inside.

There was a red dress inside. Judging by the tag, it was about her size… well, to be more specific, it was only a size too small. She gently pulled it out of the box, setting it down on the countertop. There were two things left inside of it. One was a (She flushed.) a very small red thong, one that would likely not cover anything at all if she were to wear it. And, a note.

This is the outfit you are to wear tonight. Only these. No bra will be necessary. Same time, same place. - J

It didn't take much thought to figure out just who this 'J" was. Did… did Jiraiya really want her to wear this? Even without putting it on, she could tell that the dress was scarily revealing - and considering it was a size too small, if she were to wear it, there wouldn't be a single part of her curvy figure that wouldn't be shown for the world to see. And that was without even mentioning the thong, nor the prospect of wearing this dress without a bra…!

Two very important things impacted Hinata's final decision on this matter. First - her honor as a Hyuga, even if she were technically an Uzumaki now. She had made a deal, an agreement with Jiraiya; he would teach her how to please Naruto, and in the meantime, he would get to enjoy the pleasures of her body.

Secondly… the seal that he had placed on her buttocks. Unbeknownst to Hinata, it had been subtly influencing her, making her hornier, and more importantly, much more impulsive. Impulsive enough to put on what was easily the skimpiest piece of undergarments she had ever seen, and a tight dress that would make even Ino blush.

It was clear that Jiraiya wanted tonight to be… special. In a way. And Hinata truly did not want to disappoint him, especially considering he was the man who was going to teach her how to lure Naruto into bed once more. Ah, how she missed the times when she and Naruto had gone at it like rabbits, day in and day out… before Boruto, before Himawari, before his becoming Hokage.

A small, unconscious grin curled her lips, as Hinata held the dress up to her body - smoothing it out a bit. She wondered, would Jiraiya let her keep it afterwards? She could imagine it now, Naruto coming home and seeing her in this dress… he would probably cream his pants right then and there.

Hinata took a deep breath, before gently folding the dress back up, slipping it back into the box. She placed the lid on top of it. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told her it was about half past one… so, she had about six hours to kill before she was to go over to Jiraiya's.

Leaving the box on the counter, she strode back into the living room, intent on catching up on some cleaning while she had spare time.

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At approximately five minutes before seven o'clock, Hinata stood in front of Jiraiya's door, her face nearly the same color as the dress she was wearing.

The dress was even tighter than she had ever could have imagined. Her bust jutted out from her chest, and the slightest movement would send it bouncing around like a kid inside of a ballpen. It showed off a scarily large amount of cleavage, more than she had ever shown off in her life, and the way it hugged her rump made her feel about fifty times more subconscious than she did normally.

And the thong most certainly wasn't helping. Every step she took had it scraping against her snatch, which felt odd yet pleasurable, or her asshole - still sore from the plug he had stuffed into it the previous day.

Gently, she reached forward, and knocked on the door.

There wasn't even ten seconds in between her knocking, and the door swinging open. As quick as a flash, Jiraiya pulled her into the house, the door slamming shut with a thud behind her. She stumbled slightly in the heels she was wearing, uncomfortably aware of the way her breasts jiggled in the dress she was wearing, and the way the mini thong she was wearing scraped against her snatch and sore asshole.

"Finally!" Jiraiya said, a lecherous grin stretching across his wrinkled face. "I've been looking forward to this all day, Hinata-chan!"

"Y-you have?" she asked.

"How the fuck could I not?' Jiraiya said. With obvious glee, he reached forward, grabbing a large handful of her ass and squeezing it teasingly. "With a hot piece of ass like you waiting for me, I've been hard practically half of the day." he said. "Now let's get started. We're going to my room."

"O-okay." Hinata stuttered out - although she couldn't deny the excitement that came from his words. It was such a change, to have a man be so eager to have her, to see her body, to soak in the pleasures of Uzumaki Hinata's curves. Naruto hadn't been like that in so very long… she had almost forgotten what it was like to be truly lusted after. It was a feeling she had missed.

He placed a hand on her back, gently leading her through his home. Really, it was an immaculate place - well swept, well kept, devoid of any stains or filth that one would expect of a bachelor's pad such as Jiraiya's.

The bedroom was much the same. It was rather sparse, a king sized bed that dominated the room, a dresser or two, a mirror and a closet. The sheets on the bed were a royal purple, with several fluffy looking crimson pillows littering the top.

"Today's lesson-" Jiraiya began, as he shoved Hinata onto the bed, the Uzumaki landing with an 'eep'. Her dress rode up, revealing the tantalizing sight of her creamy thighs… and just a glimpse of her thong before she swiftly pulled it back down. "Kissing." Jiraiya said.

"K-kissing?" Hinata said.

Jiraiya smirked. "There's a thousand things you can do with the human mouth," Jiraiya said. "And when I say kissing, I don't mean just that. I mean the other nine hundred and ninety nine things you can do."

As quick as a flash, he had shed his clothes - Hinata flushing as his muscular body came into view, his cock already as hard as a pole, dripping globs of precum onto the floor. Like a cat, or some sort of lion, he crept onto the bed - a predatory glint in his dark eyes.

Hinata was a jounin. She was trained in battle, and could kill with just her pinkie finger - and yet, she was no match against even an aged sannin. In a blur of white, he was on her - straddling her hips, his erection smearing precum across her dress. Jiraiya pressed his lips to hers, claiming her mouth, sliding his tongue into her warm cavern and plundering it relentlessly.

Jiraiya frowned into her mouth. Clearly, the girl was inexperienced with this sort of thing. Her technique was clumsy, her lips either in the wrong place at the right time, or in the right place at the wrong time. Some work was going to have to be done there, he thought.

Still, it was enjoyable for a few moments. She tasted sweet, like cinnamon buns, or honey. And the way her cheeks flushed, her pale eyes glistened, was truly adorable. And her feeble attempts to batter his tongue back were even more precious, something that perhaps would have worked against Naruto, but didn't have a hope of beating back an experienced man like Jiraiya. He could just pinch her cheeks and call her a cutie… and then bend her over his bed and fuck her senseless. He wasn't sure if it was in that order exactly.

"Alright, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya murmured. Their lips were so close together, that she could feel every one of his hot breaths fanning across her face. One of his hands gently caressed her cheek, his other rubbing one of her clothed breasts. "First things first, french kissing."

"T-that's w-with your tongue, right?" Hinata said.

"That's my girl." Jiraiya said. "Precisely. Now… it'll take a little getting used to. Just follow my lead," He didn't wait for a response. Instead, he gently captured her lips once more - and this time, waited for her to make the first move.

And she did. Tentatively, she slid her pale pink tongue into his mouth, wiggling it around awkwardly for a brief moment. Jiraiya grinned, before meeting her tongue with his own - wrapping it around it, loving the way that Hinata recoiled at the feeling.

He had been right, it had taken a little getting used to. But after a few minutes of awkwardly bashing her tongue against his skillful one, she had gotten accustomed to it - and found the activity to be strangely enjoyable. It was intimate. Very intimate. Something she hadn't done with Naruto before… but then again, the point of this was so that she could do this with Naruto. Maybe, Hinata thought, repressing a giggle, she could teach him how to french kiss as Jiraiya was teaching her…!

After that short lesson, Hinata was left breathless, gasping for air as Jiraiya stared at her with a bemused expression on his face.

"Now… we explore the other uses of the mouth." Jiraiya said. "This is the kind of stuff that you would direct Naruto to do - but, I'll demonstrate them myself." He leaned down, pressing a hand against her cheek and exposing the creamy skin of her neck - before gently suckling there. Hinata let out a shaky moan at the feel of his lips against her throat

"W-what are you doing…?" she asked.

"Simple." Jiraiya said, grinning toothily. "The neck is an erogenous zone for most, if not all men and women." he explained. "And for you… oh, definitely for you, it's an erogenous zone." He slipped a hand beneath her dress, to rub against the damp front of her thong. "Something that's obvious to me."

Hinata felt a shudder run down her spine, that persisted until Jiraiya retreated his hand from the folds of her dress. "I-It does feel good…" she admitted, blushing prettily.

He didn't speak further. Instead, he continued to suckle at her neck, leaving dark purple hickies on her previously unblemished skin. He pushed a curl of indigo hair out of the way, a small grin on his face as he admired his handiwork - leaving her with his mark, one that was going to last for a few days. Hinata was certainly going to have to wear some high collar shirts to conceal those from her children.

Gently, he pulled back. Slowly, tantalizingly, he pulled down a side of her beautiful red dress - revealing the creamy expanse of her shoulder. Lower and lower, until pop, one of her delightful breasts spilled out, the perfectly rounded orb looking so plump and perky, topped with a rosy nipple that was as erect as Jiraiya's member.

Jiraiya dipped his head low, and gently took it into his mouth - Hinata moaning at the contact. His teeth nipped and nibbled at her delightful little nipple, her hand squeezing and caressing her other breast, which was still trapped within the confines of her dress. Still, the nipple there was poking straight through the fabric, aided by the lack of a bra that she had so dutifully followed his advice by not putting on.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, wetting it with his saliva. Hinata could only moan and groan beneath his skilled mouth, able to pleasure her so despite not even touching her snatch. Speaking of which… her pussy had become so desperately wet, so desperately damp that she couldn't stand it - helplessly bucking her hips against him whenever she could, trying to grind his member against the fabric covering her crotch, trying to sate the burning in her loins with that delicious friction.

Jiraiya grinned. While his mouth was still working at her breasts, his hands were free to do other things - namely, slip beneath the folds of her dress, and to grip the waistband of her thong. Not to drag it down, no, not yet. Instead, he jerked it from side to side, pulling it up - the fabric of it scraping against her sopping wet snatch, and her sore asshole.

"Oh…!" Hinata gasped.

A low chuckle spilled from Jiraiya's lips. "Time to get this dress off." he said. With Hinata's help, he pulled the garment off of her, slipping it over her head - his member twitching as inch after inch of her curvy body was revealed. All of it was exposed to him, every bit, aside from a tiny square covering her snatch. The micro-thong was only just there, considering it was thoroughly soaked with her juices to the point of being see-through, clinging to her snatch and showing the outline of her folds.

"W-what's next?" Hinata asked, her voice rather shaky… with anticipation or fright, she wasn't sure which.

"Now, we can move on to the various products that can intensify lovemaking." Jiraiya said. "Something we touched on yesterday with the plug - although that was mostly preparation for today." He smiled, reaching for his nightstand. Jiraiya pulled open a drawer, withdrawing a bottle of what appeared to be edible oil, colored a light honey, and looking like jello in its consistency.

His hand glowed bright red for a moment - and soon, the oil seemed to… loosen. Judging by the heat and the fumes, it seemed he had just used a Katon technique to heat it up.

"O-Oil?" Hinata asked.

"Massage oil to be exact." Jiraiya said. "It's edible, so don't worry about getting it on your fingers or… other places." He shot her a wink. Once more, he straddled her hips, gently resting his erect member on her thigh. It was straining down, desperate for a hot and wet pussy to fuck and unload into - but Jiraiya held it at bay. He knew that it would be worth it in the end, he just had to be patient.

He popped off the cap with his thumb, pouring some of the heated oil into the palm of his hand. Setting the bottle down, he rubbed his hands together - lathering them up nice and well, before descending them down upon Hinata's lovely breasts. He rubbed the oil into the heavenly globes, working his fingers over every inch of them, from the tops of her cleavage to the wonders of her erect nipples.

"Wo-wow…" Hinata murmured. "It feels so good on my s-skin, Jiraiya-sama…" she groaned. "And your h-hands f-feel good too."

"That's wonderful." Jiraiya said.

Soon, he worked his way down from her breasts to her navel - spinning his finger in a circle around her belly button, Hinata giggling cutely at the ticklish feeling. Before long, he was rubbing the oil over her warm and creamy thighs… and then, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her thong. She let out a long, shuddering moan as he teased her sopping wet folds, the warm oil only intensifying the sweet ache in her even hotter pussy.

Finally, with a rip, he tore the thong off - tossing it behind him unceremoniously. Finally, every inch of her body was revealed, and it was glorious. Jiraiya had always loved a nice snatch like Hinata's, freshly shaven, so cute and innocent that he almost hated having to pound it into submission at some point.

He laid down on his back, pulling Hinata on top of him. With a squeal, she landed upon him - her breasts pressing into his firm and muscled chest, her hands finding purchase around his neck. Soon, Jiraiya had his arms wound around her thin waist, and he was grinding his entire body against her, his mouth working at her neck. His member, his hips, his legs, his arms, every bit of him was put to work, sending Hinata head over heels into a whirlwind of sensations she could hardly comprehend.

"J-Jiraiya-sama…" she moaned, as he groped her ass cheeks, his fingers still damp with the heated oil, leaving her plump cheeks glistening with the honey colored substance. "You-"

"Shh…" Jiraiya hummed into her ear. "Just let it happen." He continued to rock her back and forth, loving the feel of her soft body pressed against his. She was so small compared to him - she practically fit against him, melting into his frame, molding with him as he slowly trained her body to respond to everything about him… his hands… his fingers… and most importantly, his long and erect cock, which was pressing eagerly against her thigh.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped. Hinata whimpered ever so slightly, staring down at him with those big, pale, innocent eyes of hers - which he had successfully managed to darken with the sweetest thing he could see in them… lust. "W-why…?" she asked, clearly wondering why he had stopped.

"It's your turn to return the favor." Jiraiya said, flashing her a wink. He eased her off of him - grabbing the bottle of still warm oil and pressing it into her hands. "I'd like a massage as well."

Hinata blinked, looking between the bottle and Jiraiya. "W-where?" she asked.

As if on cue, his member flexed before her face, jerking against his belly - so thick, and so hard, straining for release considering the amount of visual temptation he'd put his poor libido through in the past half an hour or so.

"Oh…" Hinata said.

"Lather it up nice and good." Jiraiya said. "Take it slow. Cover every inch, and then some - you shouldn't have to do the balls, but if you want to be safe, go ahead and get those as well."

"You want me to c-cover everything?"

"Everything." Jiraiya said. He loved that look in her eye, of her innocent and demure side clashing with the inner lust that was just begging to be let loose. Oh… oh he fucking loved this. Sure, it was fun to drop by a whore house, and fuck and unload into a bimbo or two… but this was where the true fun of sex came from. Of taking a young, innocent woman - and turning her into a filthy slut, who would choke on his cock at will, who wouldn't be able to sleep easy without a load resting in her womb or belly.

Jiraiya grinned lecherously, as slowly but surely, the inner lust won out inside of Hinata. She poured some of the oil onto her hand, and mimicked Jiraiya's movements from earlier, rubbing both of her hands together and ensuring both of her palms and all of her fingers were nice and lathered up.

With a gentle hand, she began to slather the oil over Jiraiya's long and thick member, Hinata mildly surprised to find that by this point, his cock had grown hotter than even the heated oil. It was so hard, so stiff, she had to work to get it into every crevasse, lather it over engorged veins and every single inch of the incredibly thick shaft. Jiraiya let out a low, husky moan every now and then - Hinata blushing at the sound. There was a warm feeling in her chest, because she was the one doing it to him, making him feel this good. That massage he'd given her earlier had been amazing… it was only right for her to try and repay him, wasn't it?

Soon, his majestic shaft was positively glistening with the oil. The smell of the oil, combined with the natural musky scent that his member exuded, made Hinata almost giddy with anticipation. Because if it smelled this good… then she couldn't imagine good it must taste, or how good it would feel inside of her.

"Time for you to use your mouth." Jiraiya said.

"O-okay." Hinata said.

She licked her lips tantalizingly, her big pale eyes trailing the length of his member, which was still glistening with the oil. And then, quick as a flash, she had taken him into her mouth - Hinata letting out a moan at the taste of him, the coconut flavor of the oil mixing incredibly well with the musky taste of Jiraiya. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop herself - both of her hands wrapped around the base of his member, pumping him fiercely, while her head bobbed up and down on his enormous member.

Glug. Glug. Glug.

Hinata was clearly unused to such a terrific size being stuffed into her mouth, but she managed. Her plump lips stretched lewdly around his girth, smearing the oil even more, leaving it mixed with her saliva. It was such an intoxicating feeling - his warm heat in her mouth, globs of his precum trickling from the tip of his cock and dripping into her throat. She loved feeling him in her hands, pumping his cock, the way it twitched at her touch. And what she loved most, were the little moans and groans Jiraiya elicited - his dark eyes even darker now with lust, his member so hard as to look like some sort of majestic skyscraper as it towered upwards.

"Good girl," Jiraiya murmured, his voice straining ever so slightly. "Oh- fuck… yes, put that mouth to work, Hinata-chan." he said. "You feel fucking terrific." He reached a hand upwards, slipping it into her indigo curls, helping the ex-Hyuga as she bobbed her head up and down on his enormous, long and throbbing cock. Deeper and deeper she went, aided by Jiraiya - able to take a quarter of his cock, then after ten minutes half, and after another five minutes a full three quarters.

She looked up at him, beaming proudly. It was an odd look, considering her mouth was full of cock, but adorable none the less - the look in her pale eyes as she looked up at him, full of adoration and lust and so delightfully innocent that Jiraiya could almost squeal at the sight of it. Almost. She looked up at him, her eyes conveying one thing - "Am I doing good, Jiraiya-sama?"

"You're doing excellent." Jiraiya said, as a reply to her unspoken question. "Truly a quick learner. With this terrific fucking body, and your new skills, Naruto won't know what hit him." He smiled. "Now, my dear, sweet, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said, cradling her cheek. "I'm going to cum pretty soon," he told her. "And I want you to swallow every last drop. Don't let any of it go to waste, understand?"

She gave him a tentative nod.

"Good." Jiraiya said.

Hinata continued with her ministrations, bobbing her head up and down on his enormous cock, her fingers wet with oil and spittle as she pumped his shaft where she could. She could feel him getting hotter, and hotter… his shaft expanding ever so slightly, his balls tightening beneath his member. It began to twitch in her mouth, pulsating so rapidly that it felt as if she could feel his heartbeat through his cock… a strange, yet interesting sensation. His groans increased in tempo and intensity, until he was practically letting out one long moan at all times until-

He came.

Hinata couldn't help but recoil as something hot and sticky burst from the tip of Jiraiya's enormous cock - splattering against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. She had to force herself to stay latched onto his member, as the grizzled sannin pumped what seemed to be well over a quart of his cum into her.

She swallowed once, his raw heat sliding down her throat in great, thick chunks. Soon, her mouth was filled again by the powerful geyser that Jiraiya's cock had become, and Hinata was forced to swallow a second time. Then, a third. A fourth. A fifth. At around the eighth time, Jiraiya was finally, finally spent, a triumphant look on his face as he gently dragged Hinata off of his cock.

She coughed cutely, a bit of his cum trickling from the corner of her lips. Her breaths came slow and steady, her chest heaving up and down. Even now, she could feel his warm goo swirling around her belly - little clumps of it sticking to her tongue, reminding her of how good it had tasted. She felt full. Satisfied. As if she had just finished gobbling down a warm, home cooked meal. She almost felt like burping, Hinata reaching a hand down - still slick with oil and spit - to rub against the skin of her navel, pressing it a bit, loving the way his seed rocked against the walls of her stomach.

"W-what's next, Jiraiya-sama?" Hinata asked sweetly, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes of hers.

"Well, now that both of us, are nice and relaxed…" Jiraiya purred. "We can get started with the real fun. Now," he said, patting the bed. "Lay on your back, Hinata-chan. Legs spread."

"O-okay." Obediently, she complied with his request - gently laying herself down on her back in the middle of the bed. Her cheeks flushed, she spread her legs, her snatch at this point resembling a waterfall with the amount of juices trickling down her thigh.

His member was still frighteningly hard, even after his tremendous orgasm. Thick, throbbing, and ready - finally ready, to claim this young woman who had been so thoroughly teasing him with her body throughout the night.

With a firm hand, he grabbed both of her legs - lifting them up high above her head, exposing her puckered hole. His cock, slathered with saliva and oil - which doubled as lubricant - was pressed against it, Hinata gasping at the feeling.

And with a pump of his hips… he slid inside of her asshole with a pop. Hinata moaned. Jiraiya groaned, as he forced all ten inches of his cock in with a single thrust, loving the feeling of her bowels flexing around his shaft.

Before, he really had been exceeding gentle, massaging her, refraining himself from grabbing her head while she had been sucking him off and forcing her to deepthroat him. But now, balls deep in her ass, her moans like sweet music to his ears, Jiraiya allowed his inner animal to be unleashed.

He pulled out, inch after inch of his cock sliding out of her until just the tip was left inside… and then, with a vicious thrust, he forced himself back in, sending the bed beneath them rocking against the wall with a thump. Hinata whimpered.

"Fuck…!" Jiraiya groaned, as he thrust in and out, in and out, loving the feel of her incredibly tight and previously virgin ass. "This is a terrific ass, Hinata-chan." he told her, holding her legs above her head. "Really, that old bastard-" The irony was not lost on him. "Hiashi lucked out having a beauty like you as his daughter."

In and out. In and out. Hinata soon lost track of the time, only able to focus on the strange yet pleasurable feeling of him thrusting into her asshole. Her whimpers turned to groans, and soon those turned to piercing moans. "Jiraiya-sama…!" she moaned, throwing her head back. "Oh… oh k-kami…!"

Now, he would have loved nothing else but to fuck this tight little ass for awhile longer. But, considering it was her first time, he decided to wrap things up rather quickly - he didn't want her to be sore for their later activities after all.

With a grunt, he bottomed out inside of her, and unceremoniously blew a massive load deep, deep into the bowels of Hinata, so deep that she wouldn't be surprised if his second load had managed to join the first that she had swallowed down.

He pulled out. And she went limp, gasping and groaning as globs of his seed poured from her gaping asshole.

"I'm going to pull some strings," Jiraiya said. "Tell Naruto that you want to come out of retirement for a bit, a simple C-rank mission that will take two days to complete. I can manipulate circumstances, and make sure you get a dummy mission… that way, you and I can spend some more time over the weekend 'practicing'. Understand?"

He climbed up her chest, and jammed his cock into her mouth. Hinata's eyes widened slightly - but she understood, and soon began to clean him off, Jiraiya not unsheathing himself until every inch of his shaft was sparkling clean.

"Feel free to use my shower." Jiraiya said. "That dress should be fine for you to wear home. I've got some business to attend to - use the spare key under the mat to lock the door on your way out." He eased himself off of the bed, pulling on a robe. "You're getting there Hinata," he said, as he paused at the door. "A few more sessions, and I'm sure Naruto will be begging for you to join him in bed."

He smiled kindly at her. And then, without another word, he stepped out of the room. Leaving Hinata behind - her skin sweaty, her hair in disarray, most of her body slathered in oil, and her asshole leaking fat globs of his cum.

Truly, it had been a good day for Jiraiya. And… with the promise of a weekend retreat to come, Jiraiya could admit that he was feeling better than he had in years.

It's a quiet night as the two shinobi stop in front of the lodge.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I can't go out there with you. The kids can't either, they've got enough on their plate as it is. I'm sure you can be fine on your own."

"Come on, Hinata-chan," Jiraiya said, and there was that lilt to his voice that made her gut tingle. "We don't want to keep the nice people waiting--we were supposed to check in ages ago."

Hinata swallowed. "I-it's not my fault you wanted to stop a-and…" He hadn't made her do much, just a quick handjob to top him off for the journey.

"Oh hush, now." Jiraiya chuckled. "Let's get going."

"Ah, don't worry about it gaki. I'm only going to be gone for a few days--I'll be right back. Don't worry about your old teacher, he can still go out of the village on his own, you know."

Her husband was under the impression that she was off on a weekend trip by herself.

His student was under the impression that he was merely going out on a brief weekend trip, likely--in his student's mind--to tour some of the bath houses in the Land of Fire.

The truth wasn't that far from what lies Hinata and Jiraiya had fed Naruto. Of course, he probably didn't anticipate that Jiraiya would spend the next forty-eight hours thoroughly 'training' his wife, but then again, it wasn't as if Naruto had even the slightest clue about their previous 'training' sessions either.

"Wow!" the attendant, a mousy haired woman, exclaimed as they stepped in. "You two are the first visitors we've had in ages!" She smiled at them, her eyes sweet and kind. "It's not every day we see such a unique pairing either; usually it's the older women who go for the younger guys."

Jiraiya chuckled; he slung an arm around Hinata's shoulder, and pulled her close to him. She correspondingly blushed as red as the paint on his cheeks. "Me and Himawari are unique alright," he said. "I assume we can go ahead and book your best room and onsen for the weekend then, right?"

'Himawari?' Hinata thought, startled at the fact that he'd used her daughter's name instead of her own. Then again, a psundeyonym would be a good idea--it was unlikely that anyone would know her by sight alone, but using the name 'Uzumaki Hinata' was testament to grabbing a bullhorn and screaming in Naruto's ear that she was having an affair.

To be fair, even then he might not get the message; but it still wasn't the best idea when you wanted to be discrete.

She watched him sign his name, his real name. When she signed hers, she merely put Himawari and nothing else--the attendant didn't comment, as it wasn't exactly uncommon for people to be born without a clan name.

Hinata made for the direction that lead to their room first--but Jiraiya stopped her. He grasped her asscheek in plain view, and leaned into her ear. "Not yet, Himawari-chan," he whispered. "I think we should pay a visit to the onsen first."

Even the attendant blushed, and Jiraiya grinned that shameless lecherous grin of his as he steered his student's wife in the opposite direction. There was two separate dressing rooms that lead to the onsen--one for males, and one for females.

"You know what I want you to wear," Jiraiya said simply, before he disappeared into the male's dressing room. Hinata gulped, and she stepped into the female one, her duffle bag full of clothes and such still slung across her shoulder.

There was a mirror propped up in the corner, and Hinata couldn't help but stare at it as she peeled off her clothes. Her lovely and curvaceous body was put on full display--she had the breasts of a cow and the hips of a woman, and there was no debating that. She even turned, to examine her plump ass cheeks in the mirror--the same ones that Jiraiya had just groped in that way that had made her feel so horny in that moment, horny enough that she'd flashbacked to their previous 'training' sessions and had gotten a tiny bit wet then and there.

She swallowed, before carefully folding up her clothes and setting them down. With quick, precise movements, Hinata unzipped her duffle bag--and withdrew what was unmistakably a bikini from within its depths.

It was a midnight blue, and it was small; Jiraiya had bought it for her on the journey here, though he had insisted that he not see her in it until a later date.

Which was now, she presumed.

Hinata pulled it on with shaking fingers; she yanked the bikini bottom on, and winced as it hugged her ass cheeks and thighs. The bikini top came next, and she winced, because it clung to her breasts like a second skin and squeezed, so tight that she was surprised it wouldn't burst.

The picture that it presented in the mirror was… arousing, however. Her curves on full display, Hinata looked less like a demure housewife, and more like a porn star or one of those women who pose on the front of magazines.

It was such a strange thought: Hyuga Hinata, porn star, professional model--the girl who could whoo a thousand men by flaunting the curves that she had kept so hidden throughout her youth and teenage years, and even into her adult life.

The strangest thing was that she didn't dislike that idea as much as she normally should. Being an attractive woman, well, it was something that had never occurred to her. She's always disdained her breasts--they were big, they swung and they flopped around and that was definitely not something you wanted when you were a kunoichi who specialized in acrobatic moves. Naruto had always loved them--but he was slow and clumsy in bed, and after a few minutes of pumping he would be done; the most he'd do was squeeze her breasts a little while he was thrusting, and that was about it.

But Jiraiya seemed to adore them. He slaved over them, he kissed and licked, he made love to her breasts just as much as he did to the rest of her body. He treated them like two holy objects that rested on her chest, and that kind of treatment made her feel strangely giddy.

Hinata swallowed another time in only so many minutes--and rubbed her thighs together, because kami, thinking back to the way Jiraiya had slaved over her breasts had made her loins tingle in a way that Naruto took fifteen minutes to achieve.

She opened the door, and stepped into the onsen.

It was so warm that she was taken aback, though that was to be expected. A cloud of steam hit her full on in the face, and she blinked rapidly, waving her hands in front of her in order to dispel it--which consequently made her breasts bounce in a lovely way, to the delight of her sole onlooker.

"Nice of you to join me." Jiraiya said, as he had already gotten into the water while he'd been changing. It was plainly obvious that he wore nothing, and only the waterline prevented her from catching an eyeful of the monstrosity that she knew lay hidden beneath the depths. "Come on in--the water's nice and warm."

He took in her appearance, and there was no shame in his eyes. She couldn't help but shudder as his gaze ran across her too tight bikini top--and it suddenly became obvious to her that the bikini bottoms were so tight that the outline of her snatch was visible through the blue fabric. Not that it wasn't something he hadn't seen before, but it was mortifying to think about wearing something like this in front of someone other than him.

Hinata gingerly stepped into the water--but her feet slipped upon the marble floor, and she almost went toppling over. Her hands went flying, and she was only saved by the timely intervention of Jiraiya, who held her up easily.

She felt something hard brush her hand, and she yelped.

"Don't act like you're surprised, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya cooed into her ear, and his hands reached up to caress her lovely breasts, which looked so miserable trapped in that prison of blue fabric; truly a tragedy that would haunt Jiraiya until it was remedied, which would happen in due time. "You're a smoking hot babe, and I've got you all to myself for two whole days. If you thought that bikini you're wearing was going to last ten minutes, well." He chuckled. "You were sorely mistaken."

He let out a languid little sigh, and Hinata whimpered. "D-don't you want to enjoy the water first?" she said, and her voice was so soft and meek that you might mistake her for a mouse.

"Why would I enjoy the water when I can enjoy you?" Jiraiya said. "Ah, don't worry--we'll have plenty of time to soak in the onsen; for now, we're just going to hop out and have some fun."

He pulled her out of the onsen, and onto the thin wooden deck that was beside it. There, he positioned the both of them in a familiar position--one which his Icha Icha books would aptly term '69', where her head was pressed into his crotch and his face was jammed right in between her thick thighs.

"Get to work, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said, and she yelped once again as he pulled the front of her bikini bottom to the side, and unveiled her already wet snatch to his welcoming eyes. He gave it a tentative lick, and she whimpered; another lick, and she moaned.

He stopped.

Hinata's lip wobbled.

"This isn't a one man operation," Jiraiya said, and it was obvious what he meant since his hard cock hovered right in front of her face. "I need some cooperation here Hinata-chan if we're both going to have some fun."

"O-okay." she whispered, and went to work.

Her hands were soft, as if she'd spent her entire life lathering them up with lotion to achieve such a feat. As they grasped the hilt of Jiraiya's enormous member, he groaned--and the hot air that blew across Hinata's slit caused her to whine.

She gave it a few tentative strokes, and that feeling of it pulsing in her hands was still incredibly foreign. It even scared her--to feel something so powerful belonging to a single man seemed ludicrous, yet here it was, right in front of her. She could inhale the musk, and feel her body weaken at the smell of it. The veins throbbed along it as it might if she activated her Byakugan; and she knew first hand just how much cum was packed in those balls of his.

Hinata tipped her head down, and took the mushroom head into her mouth--just the head, because she was honestly afraid of going any further.

"Good girl," Jiraiya moaned. "Oh yes, put that mouth of yours to work." This was the mouth that had kissed Naruto, the mouth that had told off Himawari and Boruto, the mouth that had confessed her love to the blonde--and here she was, putting it to use in order to suck the sannin Jiraiya's enormous cock.

Her hands still worked along the shaft, and she found herself growing even more aroused. It seemed crazy that she could get horny from pleasuring someone, but it was happening--and she knew that the harder she worked, the more she was going to be 'rewarded'.

Finally, Jiraiya went to work. He licked and lapped at her folds, his tongue so nimble and so skilled. This titan had been with many women before her, and there would be many after--she, someone who had lived a thoroughly boring sex life for well over a decade--stood no chance against him. He played her like a fiddle, and soon her muffled moans echoed off the walls of the onsen.

Of course, she still sucked his cock, she still pumped it, but it grew increasingly hard as he continued to eat her out. "Fucking hell you taste so good," Jiraiya groaned, his maw wet with her juices as if he were an animal drinking from a river. "I'm sorry, Naruto, but I'm not sorry--how the hell can any man be 'too tired' with this kind of wife around? Oh well." He chuckled. "One man's loss is another man's game, and I have gained a lot indeed."

Finally she reached that plateau--actually, finally wasn't the right word to use, because less than five minutes had pass since he had gone to work with her. All it took was one little nudge of her love button with the flat of his tongue, and she came, she came as if the very walls of her world crumbled. Her vision went white, and the only grip she had on reality for the next ten seconds was the one she literally had on his cock.

Hinata panted, she huffed, she looked straight down the barrel of Jiraiya's cock and realized that he wasn't even close to orgasming. Her efforts had been for naught--he had made her cum with frightening ease, and all she'd done was clasp onto his cock and jerk him off for a few minutes.

HIs stamina was amazing; it had taken her half an hour to give him that handjob long before they had come here, and that was when he had wanted to cum as swiftly as possible. What kind of monster was this man? What things did he want to do to her? And how much would she let him do before she put an end to it, and returned to her boring husband and her boring marriage and her boring homelife?

"Alright sweetie," Jiraiya said, and he patted her thigh affectionately. "It's about time for you to give me some payback; I think making you cum like that at the very least deserves a nice titjob from those sweet jugs of yours." He grinned cheekily, and eased her practically limp frame off of his.

Hinata raised her head up, eyes almost crossed, her lips agape and a glossy look plastered on her features. A thin trickle of her potent arousal trickled onto the floor, it pooled and eventually leaked directly into the still present onsen. She'd almost forgotten that they were by the hot springs, in her blatant animal-like heat.

She pushed herself up, feeling slightly drowsy in the after effects of her orgasm. "A… a t-tit job?" Hinata whispered.

Jiraiya grinned. He sat up, and spread his legs ever so slightly--his still hard cock bobbed up and down; it looked like a fleshy tower of titanic proportions, and if anything, Hinata's feeble attempt at getting him off had only angered it.

Her hands shook, as she undid her bikini top; her breasts spilled out, lovely and plump, if a little red due to their extended confinement within that overly tight top. Now, she was innocent--but she knew exactly what a tit job was, and it wasn't like she couldn't follow the most basic instructions even if she had never done one before.

She hefted up her tits, the weight in her hands quite significant--she really did have quite the set of jugs. Her entire body shuddering in arousal and only mild amounts of fear, Hinata scooted forward, and placed herself in between Jiraiya's legs.

With a careful hand, she squeezed her breasts around his pulsating cock. It was so warm, and she actually giggled--hugging them tighter and tighter, until Jiraiya finally let out a groan of pleasure that seemed to validate all of those things he said about her body.

Rejuvenated, Hinata pressed forward. She brought her bust up and down along his shaft, slowly and carefully, cautiously and in a way where she could control everything. The only thing she couldn't control was the constant twitching of his cock--but with some effort, she managed to keep it contained as she continued to give the man a tit job that could only be surpassed by Tsunade.

"Fucking hell, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said. "I knew you had them, but I didn't know you could work them--good to know that my instruction's been paying off." He leaned back and groaned, and took in that wonderful sight of Uzumaki Hinata working over his cock with her tits. "Don't forget to use your mouth, too."

She nodded and followed his instruction by dipping her head down and wrapping her tongue around the mushroom head. Her indigo hair fell down and shadowed her white eyes--but the way she moved, her erect nipples, her still leaking pussy, it was plainly obvious just how aroused she was.

"Further down," Jiraiya instructed her, and she followed. It was difficult for her to take such a terrific girth, but she tried--and somewhat succeeded, managing to slide at least two inches of his fat cock into her mouth, so that she could caress and lap at the sides with her tongue. All the while, she continued to work his shaft over with her breasts, squeezing them, rocking it from side to side, jerking her tits up and down so as to provide a sensation that she was sure was pleasurable judging by his little groans.

He inhaled deeply through his nose.

"You are a treasure, Hinata-chan," Jiraiya said. "And I'm honored to be the one to teach you the noble craft of sex and love making." He took a long breath. "Now, it's time for what I've been building up to."

Hinata stopped, and pulled back. "W-what is that?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent--she had no clue in her mind as to what was about to happen, because up until now, he'd left that hole violated by his garguatan cock. Not that it would have that diginity any longer.

He yanked her into his lap, and she gasped--he palmed her buttocks, and pulled her taut against his chest so that his mouth was right beside her ear. "You knew this was coming," Jiraiya said plainly.

Then, he angled his cock toward her snatch, and plunged inside--he drove himself all the way in to the hilt before he paused.

Her eyes widened.

She shook.

And she shook.

"O-oh…" she whispered. "O-oh…"

He rubbed her back reassuringly, as if he were comforting her after a break up. This wasn't the first time this has happened--and it was quite the jarring experience to realize that her husband wasn't even a man when compared to the person who had just entered her.

"G-gah." Hinata whimpered. "You're- you're all the way inside of me; I can- I didn't know you c-could go that deep…!"

"Oh, I could go deeper if I wanted; but I think I'll take it easy on you for now, easy-ish at least." Jiraiya said. He wasn't doing anything--he merely sat there, he didn't grind his hips or thrust, he just remained buried inside of her. That was all he needed to do, and it more or less equaled a dozen pounding sessions with Naruto in that very moment.

He rocked his hips back and forth ever so slightly, and she did this little double take--for a moment, she had forgotten where she was. She looked up at him, and Jiraiya smirked at her. Then, she looked down, where they were joined, clearly in awe at the way his girth stretched her to the point where it seemed as if it should hurt.

Her lips parted, and she moaned.

It was lovely, demure--the kind of moan you would expect after someone stretched, or took a bite of a delicacy.

He rocked his hips again, and she moaned… again.

This time, it was hot, it was humid--it was the kind of moan you'd expect a bitch in heat to utter, rather than a housewife who was in over her head. Still, it was Hinata who had done it, and Jiraiya wasn't complaining about what kind of moans she offered him.

He wrapped his arms around her curvy frame, and began to thrust upward. Jiraiya set a steady pace for himself--he could go all out, but he wasn't in the mood to go ahead and ruin Hinata; he didn't want to drive the girl to the point where she couldn't go a day without crawling back to him. He just wanted a nice sock puppet, a cum dumpster, a lovely and demure housewife that would bend over and take a harsh fuck whenever he was in the mood.

Jiraiya groaned as he spread open her ass cheeks--it was just a finger, but even that was enough to make her groan. One digit pressed into her puckered little hole, freshly cleaned as he had ensured because her pussy wasn't the only thing that was going to be dealt with over the next forty eight hours.

As he continued to thrust upwards into her, he pumped his finger in and out of her tight little asshole. Then again, everything about her was tight--the way her pussy clenched around his cock was second to none, and the combined blowjob and titjob hadn't helped his stamina any. Jiraiya was a master of sex, but even he wasn't a machine--and besides, he knew that her 'training' would be complete in due time.

After all, he didn't consider a girl fully trained until she had accepted a load into her womb; then, there was no going back for her. Even if he didn't break her, even if she didn't long for his cock every minute of every day, she knew where his door was--and Jiraiya knew that she would come for him eventually, whether willingly or forced by the desires of her body.

It was only natural, and considering Hinata had been the one to offer her curves and holes to him in the first place, he didn't really feel guilty. Naruto was building himself up to something worse with all the stress he was putting himself through; the least Jiraiya could do was taken a little stress off his shoulders by making sure his wife was nice and satisfied. That was what senseis were for, right?

He leaned forward, and took her lips--he kissed her, he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Hinata was taken aback, but in her lust, her heat, her desire, she returned it--she was clumsy certainly, and Jiraiya was far more experienced than her, but it was still an attempt. She kissed him with all she could muster, and Jiraiya returned the favor no less.

Jiraiya began to thrust faster, harder--he intensified the pace of his finger in her asshole, and worked double time. He shoved, he pushed, he made her moan in a way that would put a porn star to shame. "J-Jiraiya-sama!" she panted, but no other words came out. He grabbed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed, she correspondingly moaned.

She came around him once.

A moment later, she did it again.

The third time, when Jiraiya slammed head on into her G-spot, it was a little too much for him. The overwhelming tightness drove him over the edge, and with a grunt, he bottomed out inside of the busty Uzumaki and came.

He filled her womb up the brim and then some. Her pussy convulsed--her walls rippled, they seeked to extract every last drop of seed, and they succeeded. Her womb was full… Jiraiya would be surprised if it didn't have to stretch to hold all the cum he pumped into it.

Jiraiya lifted her off of him, and a steady flow of cum began to leak down her thigh.

"F-fuck…" she whimpered, and it didn't even seem to occur to her how vuglar she was being.

"Clean me off, Hinata-chan." Jiraiya said, and he shoved her face into his crotch.

She did so without thinking, taking his cock into her mouth. It seemed easier--her tongue swirled, her lips puckered around the shaft, her pussy shuddered in delight as hot cum continued to give her the warmth she so desired.

"Good girl," Jiraiya goaded, his hand in her hair as she dutifully licked off his cock.

He let out a sigh.

She looked up at him, still slightly cross eyed--the soft plop plop of his seed falling onto the floor was strangely comforting.

"I suppose it's time we actually enjoy the onsen," Jiraiya murmured, as he pulled her alongside him into the water. She moaned as they sunk in--it didn't even occur to her that the predatory glint in his eyes hadn't lessened in the least.

'This weekend ought to be a fun one.' Jiraiya cackled internally.