Meating with the Hokage

Kurenai released my spent member and I hastily put it away as I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. They weren't. I don't know what it is but apparently I don't mind people seeing my dick hard but when its soft I get shy or something. I see the kunoichi giving her hand liberally covered in my sperm, a look of distaste. I'm thinking about encouraging her to eat it when she does some quick hand signs and produces a jet of water from her clean hand to wash off the other.

Ninja powers. I wish I had some.

That done she gives me an appraising look before she heads on her way again. I stand there watching her for a moment. I swear she adds a sexy sway to her walk as if offering that tush back to my hand. Whether that's true or not, I happily oblige.

With my hormones sated for the moment and the intimidating effect of entering the formerly forbidden Hokage Residence, I wasn't doing much. I even let go of Kurenai's butt as the two formidable looking ninja guarding the entrance seemed to stare at me. I followed behind her, trying to make it look like she was leading me somewhere as we passed through various official looking rooms and hallways. The relatively boring trip gave me a chance to think. I'd been having this nagging sense of deja vu for a while now and a few minutes of concentration provided me the answer.

Dreams. I'd thought of this as some sort of dream earlier even though I was way too conscious of how way too real everything was for that to be possible. But now I realized this was, in a way, a lot like certain dreams I'd had. The very rare ones where I'd figure out that what I was experiencing was actually a dream. That sudden realization was always one of celebration because it meant that I could do anything I wanted with absolutely no consequences. So, of course, I went around looking for any hot females I could find, grope them, and frantically fuck them before my awareness caused me to wake up.

That same sense of excitement was building in me now as I got the distinct impression that somehow what had been true in my dreams was also true in reality. It was really quite possible that my actions no longer had consequences. In effect, I could do anything I wanted without fear of punishment or anyone reacting in any detrimental way to me.

I was relieved when the room we finally entered turned out not to be the Hokage's office with an enormous desk where she pronounced her life and **** decisions. Instead it was a large room whose centerpiece was four low slung sofa-like seats facing each other around a circular coffee table. That feeling of relief quickly vanished as I saw the hokage sitting in the chair facing us. I froze in shock, completely sure that the Sannin wouldn't be affected by this whatever-it-is that was making this the best day of my young life. And yet she and the black haired woman sitting to her right just glanced at me with only mild curiosity before they each greeted Kurenai as she continued on past me to take a seat in one of the empty chairs. Holy shit. Even an all powerful ninja legend was no match for my inexplicable powers of no-consequences-ever!

Up close the hokage's beauty was actually astonishing. I find myself just taking the opportunity to stare at her openly, to walk around her and appreciate her good looks from every angle. I'd only ever seen her from a distance. I'd heard people talk but...honestly, the tales just didn't do her justice.

“So who's the delinquent?” The hokage suddenly asked, interrupting the flow of boring conversation the three women had been engaging in. I nearly tripped and fell as the shock of her reacting to me caused my foot to freeze mid-step.

Kurenai seemed unconcerned as she breezily replied, “Oh just a mill worker I met at the money lenders. Driven by his assuredly irresistible teenage hormones he grabbed my posterior and has followed me around like a lost puppy dog ever since, groping me all the while. His name is Nijito, Tsunade-san.”

Tsunade smirked as she looked at me, “Is that so?” She snorted and gestured at her chest with one hand, “Well, don't get any funny ideas, brat.”

Of course, that made me want to touch them even more. I stared at them, particularly the deep cleavage on display, the relative stuffiness of the room having caused the hokage to take off her green kimono, the garment casually splayed over the back of her chair. The gray dress she wore underneath it had been loosened to a rather indecent degree, what seemed like acres of creamy breast flesh on display. I glanced upward detecting that feeling you get when a girl catches you looking, only to see Tsunade smirking at me, entirely aware of my ogling but apparently not caring in the slightest. She returned to her conversation with the others and I was emboldened.

She'd told me not get any ideas about groping but Kurenai had refused me earlier as well. And in the end I'd made her give me a hand job and she'd gone along with it without complaint. The rules of my power were still hazy but my instincts were telling me that I could go for a grope and not suffer any consequences. It was like I couldn't tell people what to do but they wouldn't ever interfere with anything I did do. And actually I -could- tell people what to do without them getting upset, it was just they didn't have to obey me. Huh. Always having been successful in the past and unable to deny the shear awesomeness of fondling the Hokage herself, I went for it.

I stepped right up the side of her chair. She glanced at me but that was all.

I sat down on the wide cushioned armrest, the tips of her fingers just brushing my ass. She didn't move them. She didn't even really react. It was like my sitting down there was simply expected.

So I turned towards her, my knee brushing hers and I very obviously brought my hand around towards her chest. I moved slowly with my fingers widespread, my intention immediately obvious to everyone in the room. Tsunade watched my hand dis-interestedly, making no move to stop me as she continued to say something boring about clans, conspiracies, and the village council.

My hand touched her right breast with no reaction, other than a slight intake of breath which caused it to expand against my fingers. Unlike with Kurenai, I couldn't cup the breast in my hand. Instead, the shear amount of boob seemed to dwarf my hand. I brought my other hand forward to grasp her other tit, her only reaction was to frown as my leaning in partially blocked her view of the others. I gently squeezed and prodded them for a few moments before the stomach-jumping sensation of utter excitement welled up and I simply grabbed the sides of her dress about her shoulders and yanked them apart and down her arms. Her boobs seemed grateful as their mass spilled out over the blue wraps about her stomach. Even the hokage looked somewhat relieved, entirely understandable given how much her buoyant flesh had just expanded once freed, surely keeping them constrained had been uncomfortable.

I sat back for a moment, now fully straddling her lap with my knees digging into the sofa to either side of her thighs. The hokage's breasts were huge. The comparison that came to mind were watermelons. Her dusky pink areolas were the size of my palms, I determined this literally by pressing my hands to them. I ran my finger tips around her pebbly nipples, the nubbins themselves were hidden from my gaze, two crinkly lines. It took me a moment to place what I was seeing. Then it hit me. Inverted nipples! I'd read about them in Icha Icha Paradise but had never been able to quite picture what they would look like. I found it quite interesting to see them on Tsunade, her breasts so big and demanding of attention yet her nipples were so shy and retiring, hiding themselves from me.

I tried to remember the way the book had said to draw them out, but couldn't resist the lure of the gargantuan breasts themselves. My hands slipped down to press at their undersides.

They were heavy, having a mass to them that was stupidly unexpected by me. I mean-they were massive, of course they were heavy but for some reason I had this expectation that boobs had something in common with balloons-all floaty and airy. Probably because I always imagined them bouncing and jiggling everywhere. I slipped my hand behind her boob, up against the top of her flat stomach. The moisture I collected there aroused me for some reason. The thought of the hokage's sweaty jugs an apparent instant turn on.

I got up, conscious of the tent in my pants. Tsunade didn't seem to notice it but as I glanced around, I caught her petite assistant lady checking it out. Not with any outrage, just sort of taking note I guess. I walked around the hokage's cushy squat chair and leaned over behind it as I cupped both of her breasts in my hands from below. My face was nestled against her blonde head and I breathed in her scent. She smelled lightly of liquor and some fresh nature-y aroma that brought mushrooms to mind.

I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I bounced the heavy things. It took a fair bit of strength involving my lower arms, not just my hands. Each time they landed, they hit with a loud solid smack upon my palms. Fuck, these things were meaty! My erection rubbed against the back of the chair and as I felt a powerful euphoria permeate every inch of my being, I started to entertain the possibility of losing my virginity to Konoha's most powerful and beautiful kunoichi....