Sakura's Extra Credit

by orphan_account

Summary:

She needed her grades to stay straight A's in order to qualify for a full ride scholarship into her favorite school. It was her only chance, she needed to follow Kakashi Sensei's every command.

Sakura stared in horror at the grade sheet in her hands. Clearly marked on the bottom corner was a big ‘F.’ How, how did this happen? Looking through her assignments, she saw that she had somehow failed her last essay, a research essay about animal mating habits. She knew she hadn't been able to focus well on it, the subject was embarrassing for her. But to fail the essay completely seemed crazy. She had to stay behind after class so she could ask Kakashi Sensei about her grade.

She needed her grades to stay straight A's in order to qualify for a full ride scholarship into her favorite school. It was her only chance, her family didn't have any chance of affording the cost of tuition on their own. Soon, the bell rang, and the shy girl meekly approached her teacher while the rest of the class left to go to their classes. "E-excuse me, Kakashi Sensei?"

Kakashi Sensei held up one finger to silence her while he continued typing on his laptop. He typed away and ignored her until the entire room had cleared out before finally pushing his glasses up and looking at her with barely concealed disdain. “Yes, what is it, Miss Haruno?”

She shrank back a little when he spoke to her with such little interest. He always seemed more energetic when talking to the other students. Sakura didn't know why he seemed to dislike her so much, but she had to press on anyway. "I just wanted to know what happened with my last essay? How did I get an ‘F’? Can I write a new one? I really need to bring my grade up."

Sakura was one of the most difficult kids in the class for Kakashi. He’d always had certain… inclinations... towards the cute and young, but he’d like to think that he handled himself admirably. Yeah, he has looked at a few child porn websites, but who hasn’t? It kept him from offending—and in the still photos, how does he know they don’t like it? They could be fake crying. He had given himself little tastes of things here and there—his niece, Ruby.

Boy, had she been a handful to babysit. He remembered bouncing her up and down on his lap and rubbing her belly when she was little, but she wasn’t quite old enough for his tastes. He’d had to move for a job and by the time he got back, Ruby was all grown up. He was bitter about missing that time with her, but it was what led him to leave his laboratory job and pursue teaching. He had tried to get a job at the local middle school, 6th grade, teaching but there wasn’t any availability, but 8th grade at the middle school was perfect, too. Anything younger than nine or older than sixteen just wasn't quite right. But Sakura... Sakura was fourteen.

Kakashi pulled himself out of his reverie and frowned at her. He knew he was a little too hard on her but it had been good keeping her at bay...but this...this is a golden opportunity. “Did you even think about what you were writing? Pay attention in class? It seemed like you didn’t learn anything and an F is exactly what you deserved on that essay. You can’t just ‘write new ones’ “he said with air quotes, “every time you fail an assignment.”

She sat there, listening to his harsh words. Was her essay really that bad? She had never failed an essay before, never failed any assignment before today. Tears welled in her eyes, it took everything she had to not cry. The school year was almost over, if she couldn't bring up her grade, she wouldn’t get into Windmere, a local, expensive private high school. If she didn’t get into Windmere, she knew her dreams of going to the right college would be lost.

"Please, is there anything I can do? Some extra credit work, or something? I need to bring up my grade before the end of the year, if I don't get straight A's I'll lose out on a scholarship that I need for Windmere. Please, my family is poor, it's the only way I can go to a private high school."

“Well, you should have thought about that before you didn’t put the hard work and effort into the essay that you should have. Just because the subject of mating habits of the Timber Wolf might be embarrassing to you, it doesn’t mean you can slack on it. Crocodile tears aren’t going to cut it. I’m sorry, but you failed.”

He waited a few beats for the hopelessness to sink in, then a few more. “Of course, I don’t want to watch you waste your entire future. I would be devastated to find you serving food in the local McDonald’s a few years from now because that would be all your education was worth. I’m not supposed to offer extra credit...” he let the carrot hang there, willing to bet she would bite.

Tears started falling as her teacher seemed like he was about to crush her hopes and dreams, until at the very end he suggested that there may be extra credit she could pursue. She wiped her eyes, hope written on her face. "I swear, I won't tell anyone that you gave me extra credit. I promise on everything, I won't tell a soul. I need this more than anything, I won’t risk losing my one chance at Windmere."

Kakashi looked at her for a long time. Long enough to second guess himself—was he really doing this? It could ruin everything. But it could also make life interesting and fun and sexy again. He tapped his pen on a paper and pursed his lips before making a show of ‘breaking.’ He ran his hands through his short salt and pepper hair. “Okay. Tell your family you started in Honors Club and it meets Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after school until 5pm.” Anything later and it would be suspicious. That would give him two and a half hours, three times a week. “Tomorrow’s Wednesday, so take Bus 77. Tell the bus driver you have to stay with your aunt and uncle because your mom got a job. Get off at the 4th stop. I’ll pick you up. Are you smart enough to remember all of that?”

She nodded vigorously, not even hesitating or thinking twice about what she was agreeing to. This was her only hope, and she trusted her teachers. She had never been misled before, so she had no reason to doubt his motives. That, and the fact that secretly, she kind of had a crush on Kakashi Sensei. He was old sure, but he had a good body, at least as far as she could tell. He seemed so mature, so sure of things. She had written his name quite a few times in her journal.

"Don't worry, my parents won't suspect a thing. They know how hard I try, Honors Club will make perfect sense. I don't really talk to my bus driver, but it should be fine. I'll take Bus 77 and get off at the 4th stop. I promise I will be there for you to pick me up. Thank you so much, this means the world to me."

“Just giving you a second chance doesn’t mean that you’ve already got a new grade. You’ve still got to work for it. And if you slack or have a bad attitude, you can kiss your dreams of going to a good high school goodbye,” he reminded her with a ‘sweet’ smile. “Get to class.”

Sakura nodded, a determined look on her face. She wouldn't fail him, she would give her 100% best tomorrow. She hurried out of the classroom, mentally preparing for the conversation with her parents later.

The next day she found herself standing in an unfamiliar neighborhood, waiting for Kakashi Sensei to show up. Convincing her parents had been a piece of cake, they knew how hard she worked and supported her every step of the way. The bus driver had barely acknowledged her presence, and she had arrived at the 4th stop without issue. Now, she stood their awkwardly, watching every car that drove by. She didn't actually know what Kakashi Sensei drove, so any car could be his.

Kakashi Sensei pulled up in a big, white truck. He had been waiting down the block and watched as the other kids dissipated from the bus stop before driving down to pick her up. He pushed open the passenger’s side door and told her to get in and shut the door. He grabbed her head and pressed her down across the bench seat so that she was almost right in his crotch. “You have to stay down here so people can’t see you,” he said. It was true. But he was also getting hard just thinking about her breathing a foot away from his dick.

Everything happened so fast, she didn't know what to do so she just let him hold her there. She was painfully aware of how close she was to his crotch, but it made sense that they couldn't risk anyone seeing them. She wasn't used to being manhandled like this, it was kind of scary. She also couldn't see where they were going, so she had no idea where he was taking her.

When Kakashi finally let her up, they were in his garage. “Come on, Sakura, we don’t have all day,” he said, excitedly. He hadn’t been able to stop looking at her body the entire ride. She was so lithe and skinny...from what he could tell, she had barely any tits to speak of, they were probably just puffy nipples. He then lead her into his house and, it’s ....really nice. Impressive. It’s new and clean, just like his truck was. “Okay, good girl. So for your extra credit, you’re going to be helping me. For fun, I actually make movies. Documentaries. So, you’ll be helping me to understand the life of an 11 year old girl.” He then grabbed some clothes off of the counter and tossed them to her. “Go put these on. The bathroom’s right there.”

She caught the clothes, incredibly confused. She had been kind of excited about all this, it was so clandestine and secretive, it had been giving her a thrill. And then seeing his house, she was impressed, it was so much nicer than her family's far too crowded apartment. Much quieter too. But then, he had tossed these clothes at her, clothes that were far more revealing than she was comfortable with. He wanted her help making movies? This didn't seem to have anything to do with science class. Still, she needed her grade up, so she shyly walked to the bathroom to change.

Once she was in her new clothes, she checked herself out in the mirror. The shy girl who looked back seemed so unfamiliar. She looked far more like the 'cool kids' in school, far too much skin on display. What the heck kind of documentaries did her teacher make? She wasn't the type to dress like this, how could she possibly help? She slowly came out of the bathroom, arms crossed and looking uncomfortable with her new attire.

The shirt showed off her chest perfectly—it was so obvious how much she was completely flat chested. And he bet, if he could get her to lean over, he'd be able to get a nip slip.

All last night he had spent preparing—he’d had to go to Best Buy because his phone camera just wasn’t going to cut it. He’d set up his guest room as a production studio, with all of his electronic equipment still around. “Well, well, don’t you clean up nicely. This way,” he said, taking the stairs quickly. He walks her past his master bedroom and into the guest room, turning on the lights and arranging the reflectors around the bed. “Sit on the bed, please, Sakura. And just do what I tell you to do. This will be easy.”

She followed his instructions, a blush ever present on her face. While she appreciated the compliment this was way outside of her comfort zone. She awkwardly sat on the bed, her hands pressed into her lap. He had lights and gear and a nice camera, it seemed like he was a real professional. And she did love documentaries, maybe staring in one would be nice too.

“Okay,” Kakashi said. “Just be yourself. I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to tell me the truth, okay? You can’t lie on a documentary. When the video starts, tell me your name, age, and favorite color and a fun fact about you.” He gets the camera ready and does a countdown for her, then mouths ‘Okay.’

She panics a little, expecting more time to prepare. She clears her throat, trying to calm her nerves. "H-hello, I am Sakura, I am 11, my favorite color is blue, and...um, I really like dolphins." She glances at him, wondering if this was okay so far. Her voice sounded really small to her, lacking confidence, and she was embarrassed about having said she liked dolphins. She was such a dork, who says they like dolphins for a documentary?

“That’s very cute, Sakura. Tell me three reasons why you like dolphins so much.” He wanted to get her talking first, so he was just asking questions off of the top of his head.

She blushes harder, he wanted her to talk more about dolphins!? "W-well, they are incredibly intelligent animals. They have complex relationships, their own language, built-in sonar, they are incredibly graceful animals, and...they are just so cool."

The fact that she knew all those facts about dolphins didn’t surprise him. She really was an ‘A’ student. But he wanted more. “Tell me your morning routine. What’s the first thing you do when you open your eyes?”

Now this was a bit more personal. "Um, I get up, get dressed, and...help my mom make breakfast. We have to cook for 6: me, my brother, my mom and dad, my aunt and my grandpa. We all live together in our apartment, so I do what I can to help out." She was a bit ashamed about this, she knew her friends were free to do kid things, but she was always either helping her family or working on schoolwork. She felt bad even coming here, grandpa was going senile and needed a lot of care.

“It sounds like you try hard to take care of your family, is that right? Are you more of a Mommy’s Girl or a Daddy’s Girl?”he asked with an innocent smile. “What do you like to do for fun?”

She gave a shy smile. "I guess I'm more of a mommy's girl, I help her out the most at home. Dad...he works a lot so I don't get to spend much time with him. I do a lot to help out, but so does everybody in my family. We all take care of each other. That's why I want to go to Windmere, so I can help take care of my family." She couldn't believe she was sharing all of this information for the documentary. There was just something about how nonjudgmental Kakashi Sensei was with his questions, she felt like she could open up to the camera.

"As far as what I like to do for fun...I like going to museums and art galleries, or the library. When I get time, I like to hang out with my friends and watch movies or play games, do makeovers, typical girl things."

“I bet you have fun doing typical girl things—do you ever talk about boys with your girlfriends?” He was leaning forward in his chair, eating up her innocence with a spoon. He couldn’t believe how forthcoming she was...this was going to be big. “And lean back a little bit, elongate your torso and stick your chest out,” he told her like it was a direction for the camera’s view.

Her smile dimmed slightly with his new instructions. She wasn't good at posing, but she tried her best. She leaned back, sticking her nonexistent chest out awkwardly. She blushed as she said, "Well, yes, sometimes we talk about boys. Though, I'm no good with boys honestly."

He latched on to that. “Why what makes you say that? Why don’t you think you’re good with boys? Maybe you just haven’t found the right one yet, ”he said with a quiet, sexy smile, like he was sharing a secret with her.

Her face managed to get redder, her eyes looking at the ground. "W-well, I'm no good at talking to boys, and no boys want to flirt with a girl that could be smarter than them." Her voice sounded sad at the end, it was one of the things she hated about being smart. Most of the boys her age only wanted cheerleader airheads who wanted to blow them.

“Surely you can’t be telling me the truth. Are you saying that no boy wants to flirt with a girl as pretty as you are? Does that mean you’ve never been kissed?”

Her face turned crimson when he called her pretty. Only her parents had called her that, and coming from them it meant nothing. That's what parents were supposed to say. "T-thank you." Her voice had become even quieter, she played with the hem of her shorts nervously. "N-no, I've never been kissed."

Kakashi stood up in the quiet of the house and made his way past the cameras, sitting next to her on the bed. His eyes were so beautiful as they met hers and he leaned in, kissing Sakura softly but passionately on the lips. Her first kiss.

When he pulled back, he brushed his thumb against her cheek. “How did that feel, Sakura?”

She was frozen in place for a second, mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Finally, her stunned brain realized that her teacher had just kissed her on the lips, in front of the camera. She turned her head away, looking down at the floor again. "Kakashi Sensei! W-what are you doing!? You're my teacher, you're not supposed to do that!"

Instead of pressing it, he held up his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sakura. You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. I just... you’re just so incredibly beautiful that I couldn’t stand knowing that you hadn’t been kissed yet.” He rubbed his hand on her thigh, right by where her jean shorts come to, then stood up, going back behind the camera. “What is your favorite subject in school?” he asked, like nothing even happened.

She just stared at him, a look of confusion on her face. The man she had a crush on had just kissed her without warning. In her fantasies, such a thing was incredibly romantic, but in real life she just felt really uncomfortable. Especially since he had got it all on camera. Then there was his touch on her thigh, and she suddenly really wanted to go home. "I...uh, I'm not sure, I guess...math. No offense Kakashi Sensei, it's just because math makes a lot of sense, you know? If you learn the formulas, everything is really straightforward."

Kakashi laughed, “It’s quite alright, Sakura! I know that science isn’t everyone’s thing. Actually, that brings me back to your recent dismal performance in my class,” he laid it on thick. In reality, that one F on her paper hadn’t even dipped her below an A-, but she doesn’t need to know that. “Can you give me an oral report on the mating habits of wolves right now? Have you educated yourself yet? Or are you still ignorant of the pack structure and how that affects breeding?”

"W-what? B-but you said there was no way to make up that essay? All I know is what I wrote, and I failed the report. I'm sorry, I didn't think to do more research." She looked ashamed of herself, still trying to recover from the earlier kiss. Things had taken such a strange turn, what did her essay have to do with the documentary? He sounded so disappointed in her, a total change from where he was calling her beautiful just before.

“It’s okay, Sakura. You can’t redeem yourself with the essay, I just thought you might have but the extra effort in to find out why it all went wrong. How about you tell me about your favorite makeover with your friends?”

She was feeling emotional whiplash right now. He moved on so quickly from the essay, sounding disappointed at her lack of effort, and asking about makeovers. He hadn't even mentioned the kiss again, which made Sakura wonder is maybe it wasn't as big a deal as she thought. It had certainly felt like a big deal, it was her first kiss and it was on camera.

"Well... there was one last Halloween where we all basically cosplayed as different video game characters. I was Lara Croft." Sakura had an embarrassed smile from this memory, they had all received a good amount of attention that night.

“That makes sense you played Lara Croft...she’s a very beautiful woman, just like you are. Pull up your shirt and show me how much of your tummy you showed off on Halloween. I want to imagine you as Lara.” Kakashi is making sure to keep her off balance and to talk like everything is normal. He knows she will probably eventually question him, but he wants it to be as hard for her as possible to go against him.

She turned crimson again, "Actually, I'm showing more skin now. I based my costume off the modern Lara Croft, who isn't so highly sexualized. So, honestly these clothes are more skimpy than my old cosplay. W-what kind of documentary is this exactly?"

“I am still thinking about the name for it, but it’s going to be a series following you. I might call it “Inside a Tween” just because it will be giving the viewer insight into your life—the life of a young preteen girl.” He smiled, “Do you have a diary?”

Geez, a whole documentary series following her? That was a lot to think about, she was normally a very private person, so to make a whole series about her was way outside her comfort zone. Still, doing this meant she could go to Windmere, so she pushed forward past her reservations. "Y-yes, I do."

“That’s really cool. Bring it with you next time, okay?” He looked down at his watch and frowned. “Anything you want to say to the camera before we wrap up for today?”

She blinked, did he really just ask her to bring her journal? Her most private item she owned? "Kakashi Sensei, I-I don't feel comfortable bringing my journal here on camera."

“Well, it’s your choice, Sakura. I just want the audience to see what the cover looks like. But if you want to be difficult and don’t want to work with me on extra credit, that’s okay too. It’s up to you.” He stood up and grabbed his coat, then led her into the garage and up into the truck. He pushed her head down again, just like he had before. “Don’t worry, I know were you live and will drop you off really close to your house,” he said as he backed out of the garage.

As her head was pushed far too close to his crotch for comfort, she thought about what he said. She needed this extra credit, and he only wanted to see the cover. That wasn't so bad, was it? "Okay Kakashi Sensei. I'll bring my journal next time. Friday right?"

He pulled over about a block away from her apartment building and smiled at her. Then he leaned over her, really putting his crotch near her face, to pop the glovebox down. He returned to his seat right away and gestured to the glovebox. It was full of king-sized candy bars. “You can take one. Any kind you like. You did a great job today and I’m excited to work with you. I think it could be a really great documentary and maybe even something you could use to help you apply to Windmere.”

She awkwardly took one, feeling like a little kid being rewarded for cleaning their room. Still, he had a point. Like colleges, private high schools liked students who took on extracurricular projects. He also sounded like he had enjoyed working with her, which was fantastic. She had been worried he wouldn't like her, and would pick some other student for his documentary. "Thank you Kakashi Sensei. It was a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to Friday." Her voice was quiet again, a blush on her face.

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Kakashi waited until the last moment of his class on Friday to hold Sakura back. “Miss Haruno, a moment if you please.” As soon as the class emptied out, Kakashi held out his hand. “Did you bring your diary like you said you would?”

She nodded nervously, but pulled out a small book with a lock on it, handing it to him. It was covered in doodles and dolphin stickers. "Here it is Kakashi Sensei. Is this good enough for the documentary?"

“It looks perfect.” He slides it into his briefcase. “I’ll take care of it today. Make sure it doesn’t get lost. You probably wouldn’t want any of your friends from school finding it and reading it. It will be much safer with me—no one would dare take something from me as a teacher. I’ll pick you up again—4th stop, remember?”

She almost reached for it when he slid it into his briefcase, but decided against it. It made sense that it would be safe with him, and it wasn't like he could open it up without the key. Which was fantastic because she'd written a lot about him and the kiss. The more she'd thought about it, the more his sudden action had turned her on. He hadn't asked her permission, he hadn't waited for her to be ready, he had just taken her kiss there on the bed in front of the cameras. Him, a mature man four times older than her. "I remember Kakashi Sensei, and I'll be there."

Kakashi smiled at her and leaned in, rubbing her cheek with his thumb affectionately. “Okay—you better get to your next class, Sakura—don’t want to be late.” Kakashi on the other hand, had plans. He had a free period and a paper clip, and he was going to get some important research done.

After school Sakura stood on the sidewalk, her heart beating in excitement as she watched for his truck. She wondered what he'd ask her about this time, and whether people watching the documentary would like her. School had seemed to go so slowly today, for the first time she hadn't been able to focus well on her classes. She was still very nervous about being on camera, but this time she was also looking forward to it.

A mom and boy lingered at the stop for a little while, so it took Kakashi a few minutes to roll up in his big Dodge. He leaned over and cracked the door for her with a big smile, “Hey Sakura! How was the bus ride?” His hand came to her head and pushed her down again when she climbed in, just like last time.

This was still a very awkward position for her, but she was starting to get used to it. She was a little more relaxed beneath his hand, a little more accepting of her situation. She knew she couldn't be seen in his truck. "It was fine. Two boys got in a fight, but otherwise it was uneventful. How were your classes today?"

“They flew by—to be honest, I couldn’t stop thinking about filming. I have so many ideas that I can’t keep you out of my head,” he admitted with a soft smile.

Once they got to his house, he closed the garage door and then brought her inside once again. “Do you want a pop or snack before we get started, Sakura? I realized that last time you might have been hungry.”

She blushed slightly, he was very kind to offer and while she didn't normally drink soda, she didn't have it in her to refuse him. "S-sure, I'll take whatever you have." He couldn't keep her out of his head? He was thinking about her too! Though, he probably just was thinking about the documentary, rather than her as a person. There's no way he saw her as anything other than a student.

Kakashi handed her a glass and led her back up the stairs, but instead turned into the master bedroom. “You know, I was watching the footage and at this time of the day, the natural light in my bedroom is just so much better than in the filming room, so I thought we would move it here.” He already has the camera set up and there is another outfit waiting on the corner of his bed. It’s a cute floral corset top with a sweetheart neckline and a short, flowy white skirt.

She didn't know much about filming, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about so she trusted him. Looking at the clothes, at least this one didn't show off her belly, though sitting on his bed with that skirt would be an issue. She used his bathroom, changed into the offered clothes, and came right back out. She nervously played with the hem of her skirt, self conscious again. "How do I look Kakashi Sensei?"

Kakashi looked at her and his mouth almost hung open. “W..Wow, Sakura. You look stunning.” He started filming, “How old are you again? 19?”

Her face turned crimson at the compliment, feeling like she had butterflies suddenly flying around in her stomach. No one had ever called her stunning, or said she looked like an adult. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she just sat on the bed embarrassed. "T-thank you Kakashi Sensei. Um...what are we going to talk about today?"

Kakashi laughed—now she was suddenly all business. He fished her diary out and handed it to her. “I was hoping that you could tell me about this and what you like to write about.”

She suddenly looked very awkward, eyes drifting to the floor. "W-well, just stuff that happens during the day, or something I'm thinking about. N-nothing special or anything." This was so strange to talk about her super private journal on camera like this. She didn't even tell her friends what she wrote in there.

“That sounds fascinating, Sakura. Unlock it and open it to a random page—then read the entire entry out loud. This will help the viewer understand where your head is at, what you think about.”

"W-what? I-I don't know if I'd be comfortable doing that. It's really...private you know? I don't even share with my best friends what I wrote in it." She squirmed on the bed, playing with her dress and looking very uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, your friends won’t see this documentary, it's not something kids your age watch. How about this—you can open up to three pages and pick which one you read on camera? That way, you don’t have to read anything that you’re uncomfortable with.” Kakashi loved manipulating people this way—making them feel like he’s doing them a favor while he still gets exactly what he wants.

"I...I don't know. I like documentaries and so do some of my friends. I...I guess if I pick what I read aloud then it would be okay. I mean, I'm sure my friends will understand." She used her key from her backpack, opening the journal to a random page towards the middle. She was relieved that it was a rather tame one. She took a deep breath, and started reading.

"Today I went to the community pool. Taylor and Jordan were there competing for Mike's attention again. It's obvious they both have the hots for him. I met up with my friends, and we played around holding our breaths and seeing how far we could swim. Jill did the best by a lot, it was really impressive. The cool lifeguard was on duty, Billy. Everyone thinks he is a hunk, but he seems like a jerk to me." She stopped reading, that's where her entry ended on that page.

“Great job, Sakura. That’s a fun entry. What does your bathing suit look like? And last time you were here you said that you and your friends did makeovers for fun—have you gotten a make over? Or do you choose the clothes you wear?”

She blushed again, her bathing suit was a very conservative one piece deal that did nothing for her. "It's just a blue one piece thing, nothing special. And the makeovers are usually more messing around with makeup. We don't do them a bunch, but still, it's fun practicing being pretty."

“I see. It must be awkward for your friends since you don’t have to ‘practice’ to be pretty,” he said like it was a well-known fact and barreled on. “What kind of bathing suits do girls your age like to wear, Sakura? What’s ‘in’ right now?”

She shyly smiled at the compliment. "Well, the 'cool kids' all wear bikinis and stuff. But me and my friends wear one piece swimsuits since we're not so comfortable showing off our bodies. Which means all the boys ignore us and chase them."

Kakashi nodded like he understood. “What’s your favorite part of your body, Sakura?”

She blinked, shocked at the question. It wasn't something that she had really put much thought into. "I-I don't know. I guess I think I have an okay face." Her voice was quiet again, showcasing her lack of confidence in herself.

“Your face is really pretty. You’ve got a lot of body to be happy with...what is the part of your body you are the most insecure about?”

"I...I don't know." She looked extremely uncomfortable with this line of questioning, she'd been growing really self conscious about her looks as puberty took hold of her. "I guess...my boobs. The other girls are getting theirs, and I don't have anything." Her voice trembled, quiet as a mouse.

“Oh, Sakura. You’re a lovely girl. And from what I can see, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about your breasts. You’re lithe, like a super model, and just as gorgeous. Let me get a better look, your top is all messed up. Pull it down a little so I can try and understand why you’re embarrassed. Right now, I just don’t get it.”

She looked at him in complete shock, hands reflexively covering her chest. "Kakashi Sensei! I couldn't do that! You're my teacher and...I don't wear a bra!" She had never bothered with wearing a bra, with no chest to speak of there wasn't much point. She saved money that way, and her usual conservative clothes covered everything just fine.

Kakashi smiled at her and came to sit down next to her on the bed. He remembered what he read in her diary—that she’d thought it was hot when he just took her first kiss. He leaned in toward her slowly and put a and on either side of her top and shrugged it down until her nipples were peeking out.

She froze up again as he approached her, locking up as he pulled her top down. She didn't know what to do or say. She'd never been in this type of situation before. Now here she was, her nipples on display for her teacher and the camera. Finally she covered herself up with one arm, trying to fix her top with the other. "M-Kakashi Sensei, what are you doing!?"

“Sakura, sweetheart. It’s important for us all to confront our insecurities—physical or mental. It’s a part of human growth and this is a coming-of-age tale.” He was insistent, and ended up tugging her top down so low that it almost looked as if she were just wearing a belt. “Don’t touch your top. When you’re ready, take your arm off of your chest and repeat after me, “My breasts are perfect.”

"B-but Kakashi Sensei, I don't..."

“That’s enough, Sakura. Open your arms wide, like this,” he said, showing her with his own arms, “and say it, with conviction. ‘My breasts are perfect, Kakashi Sensei!’ ”

She looked incredibly confused, uncomfortable and on the verge of tears. This was so far outside of her comfort zone, but she didn't know any way out of this. If she ran away, she could kiss her dreams of Windmere goodbye. Slowly, reluctantly she opened her arms, her body trembling as she did her best to keep it together. "...My b-breasts...are perfect...Kakashi Sensei." She couldn't believe she was on display like this for the camera and her teacher. This was so wrong.

Kakashi took a little time to appreciate the tears in her eyes and the subtle peak of her pretty pink nipples. He smiled at her encouragingly. “What would your message of self-acceptance be to other little girls like you that might be struggling with the size of their breasts, Sakura?” He motioned for her to keep her arms wide open.

She had no idea what to say. She thought this wasn't supposed to be viewed by children anyway, though the thought of adults watching the documentary and seeing her like this was just as terrible. "I don't know...maybe just give it time? They may fill in later. And if they don't you're still pretty." She sounded so stupid to herself.

Standing up, Kakashi stepped back behind the camera and looked through the lens. He mimicked cupping his chest as if he had breasts and like it was what she should do. “Can you say that again with more conviction doing this?”

She made a face, showing just how much she didn't want to be doing this. "Please Kakashi Sensei, I don't like any of this. Can we please move on to other questions and let me pull up my top?"

Kakashi nodded. “Sure, lets just get that one last take and then you can pull your shirt back up, okay? I think it’s just really important to set good examples of self-love for anyone who might be doubting themselves.”

She felt incredibly self-conscious as she cupped her hands to her chest. Her eyes were wet and her face red as she spoke with a little more conviction into the camera. "Give it time girls, though you are beautiful whether or not you have breasts." She looked to him for permission to finally pull up her top, desperation in her eyes.

Kakashi clapped appreciatively. “Great job! Pull up your top. I just have two more questions for you today, Sakura. What is your favorite thing to cook, and who is your favorite band?”

She hurried to pull her top up. Sakura was confused, he only had two more questions, but they still had over an hour left. She supposed she could just tell her parents that Honors Club had ended early. "My favorite food to cook is salmon and my favorite band is Savlonic."

“Ok! That’s a wrap. Since we still have a bit of time, I’d like to see you focus on your studies. He pulled her up on the bed next to him, sitting with their backs against the headboard. He reached over and turned the TV on, pressing play. It was an explicit documentary about the mating rituals of North American wolves. Kakashi sat right next to Sakura, his body a hard, warm line against hers.

She just sat there, unsure of what to do. Her eyes kept getting drawn back to the TV, where the documentary showed various wolves mating, often zooming in to the wolves dicks to discuss how they worked. It was all too much for the poor girl, already stressed out from going to please earlier. She wasn't aware of how close Kakashi Sensei was getting to her.

The ‘documentary’ had been hard to find, but in the end wulfdick69 on reddit had come through—it was an hour long video narrated by a man who sounded almost like Morgan Freeman that came so, so close to being a documentary—it had accurate facts and lots of natural footage. The only thing was...it was of wolves fucking. It was essentially a wolf porn tape with a thinly veiled science theme and Kakashi loved it. He loved that he had turned ‘off’ the camera in such a way that it was videotaping her every reaction to the documentary. He couldn’t wait to watch the expressions on her innocent little face later.

This was certainly an...in depth documentary. She felt a heat rising in her face. She had never so much as glanced at a cock on purpose, and now she kept seeing these huge wolf dicks on screen. She squirmed in her seat, unsure of how to respond to the images on screen. This was so awkward, sitting here next to Kakashi Sensei while what was essentially animal porn played on the TV.

“Conservation of different species is really important,” Kakashi said as the video finished up, panning out of a bitch panting in the sun while she was being knotted. “On Monday, I’m going to ask you a little about the video and see what facts you can remember, so try not to forget what you just learned, okay, Sakura?” He stood up and grabbed his coat, cocking his head toward the door to signal to her it was time to go.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and climbing put of the bed. After a quick change of clothes she followed him to his truck, silent the entire time. This had been a very uncomfortable session, and now she wasn't sure if she really wanted to continue the documentary. Maybe the worst was behind her.

Kakashi pushed her head down and didn’t try to small talk Sakura on the ride home. She’d had a hard day and he knew she probably had to process everything before coming to the conclusion that no matter what, she was still showing up at Stop 4 on Monday. He pulled the truck to the curb and leaned over her, popping open the glove box then letting her up. “Take one. I hope you have a great weekend, Sakura. I’ll see you Monday.”

She grabbed a candy bar mechanically, still processing everything that had happened today. "Thanks, you too." She slowly exited the truck, heading home in a bit of a daze. She didn't know where to start in her journal, though she did know she saw her teacher in a different light now. The kiss had been one thing. She had been able to work that into being a spontaneous act that could possibly be seen as romantic through the right lens. Him pulling her top down was entering dangerous territory, and he had to have noticed how uncomfortable she was. Maybe...this wasn't a documentary at all. She was pretty sure that what they had recorded tonight could be considered child porn technically. Where did that leave her? She didn't know, but she had a lot to think about.
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Kakashi had a busy weekend. He spent all Saturday jerking off to the material he got so far. Sunday was spent editing the raw footage to form a 30 second ‘teaser’ and loading the first episode of his documentary on the dark web behind a paywall. It hadn’t been too hard to anonymize it/block out his face. Sakura’s face, of course, wasn’t edited out. So far, it had been downloaded 47 times and there was a lot of excitement from the men that had seen it. They were hungry for more.

 

Kakashi didn’t pay any special attention to Sakura at school, only seeing her briefly in the halls. By the time he got in his truck, he was overly anxious to be at home with the young girl. He screeched up to the 4th stop and popped the door open for her, “Get in.”

She nervously climbed in, this time keeping her head down by his crotch on her own. She had a lot of questions for him, but she didn't know how to bring them up. She didn't want to believe that Kakashi Sensei was some kind of pervert, that he was taking advantage of her. That sort of thing happened in other towns, to other people. Not good girls like her.

"H-how was your weekend Kakashi Sensei? I spent most of mine with my family."

Kakashi Sensei talked to her about how he had some frustrating issues while editing for the documentary and thought he might need to get new software. He liked that she was staying down on her own and ruffled her pretty black, shoulder length hair as they pulled into the garage. He didn’t wait too long to guide her back into his bedroom. There was a skin-tight rose-colored cardigan and another short skirt—this time a floral pattern on a white backdrop. He didn’t tell her to put it on but started fussing around with the video camera. It was obvious what she was supposed to do.

She knew the routine, even if she was starting to have reservations. Besides, it wasn't like she had a lot of choice here. He was her ticket to Windmere, so she had to bear everything. She changed quickly, sitting on his bed with a nervous smile. She tried to look more eager than she actually was. "Kakashi Sensei? Can we please do normal questions this time? The whole nudity thing last time made me really uncomfortable."

“Did you bring your diary?” He didn’t look up from tinkering with the video camera while he asked her and doesn’t acknowledge her assertion or question.

She nods, taking it out of her bag. She wasn't sure if she should bring it again, so she erred on the side of caution. It seemed she had made the right choice. She didn't really want to read from it, but last time hadn't been so bad, and she had plenty of safe entries to choose from.

“Read the entry you wrote on Friday night after you got home. I want to understand you. And sit up straight, face the camera a little more and open your legs so your knees are about a foot and a half apart.”

Her eyes widened in fear, there was no way she could read that entry aloud. She'd written all about what had happened and how she was starting to worry that the man she had a crush on was secretly a pervert. And the fact he wanted her to spread her legs in a skirt wasn't helping his position. "Please sir, can't I read from another entry? That one is a little personal." She meekly spread her knees, pushing the hem of her skirt down with her hands.

Kakashi pursed his lips, “What about the one after your first kiss?” He smiled at her encouragingly—it would be fine.

That entry had her admit she had liked it when he had spontaneously kissed her, that she had found it kind of hot how her much older teacher had claimed her lips. It was just as bad as the first one, maybe worse. She was clearly uncomfortable as she sat on the edge of the bed and played with the hem of her skirt. "I...that one is kind of personal too. Can we just do questions and forget about my journal, please?"

Her teacher let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that you were beautiful. It’s gone to your head and you’re starting to act up and become a lot of trouble. Of course the documentary is going to get into your personal life—it’s a documentary. So that excuse won’t work much longer. Now open your legs just a little wilder and tell me the 5 steps of mating for Timber wolves that the video described.”

She felt really ashamed when he said that. She wasn't meaning to act up or anything, she was just uncomfortable with what they were doing. She spread her legs and recited perfectly from memory the five steps, wanting him to stop being upset with her. She was never good with authority figures, a stern voice was usually enough to make her compliant.

“What color underwear are you wearing today, Sakura? Did you pick them out?” All of his questions were asked in such a way that it didn’t seem like Kakashi thought it was a big deal. He was so nonchalant sometimes.

Now he was asking about her underwear. He...he was a pervert, wasn't he? This whole thing was some sick game or fantasy of his and it was all recorded. What could she do? "Blue, and yes." She answered quickly, mind racing. She was trapped here, there was no way she could run past him from here on the bed, and even if she did, she had no idea where she was. She needed more time to think, her heart beating like crazy in her chest.

“What shade of blue, Sakura? Are they a certain shade, light or dark? Describe them in detail. And tell me how old you are, again,” Kakashi ordered, his breath quickening.

She could see it clearly now, he was getting turned on from this. She should scream and yell at him, demand that he take her home, but she's too scared of conflict, of confronting her teacher. "T-they are a deep blue. I'm eleven." Why does she keep answering his questions? She should ask to go to the bathroom and call the cops on her phone. But, then what? Without him, she'd get her B+ and lose her scholarship. She felt so trapped, and it was becoming obvious how uncomfortable she was right now.

“You’re eleven and you really want to go to Windmere and then a college and help provide for your family, right? It sounds like your entire family is really depending on you. It would be a shame if you weren’t able to help them after all they’ve done for you. Take off your skirt and show your ‘deep blue’ underwear to the camera since you decided not to be a good girl and describe them in detail like you were told.”

She was frazzled, her mind working overtime to find a way out of this. Every solution she could think of led to her losing the scholarship, which was the only way she would ever be able to help her family out of the hole they were in. Afraid of setting him off, she reluctantly removed her skirt, spreading her legs again and keeping her hands on her thighs. She felt dirty and shameful for going along with his requests. "Kakashi Sensei, please. Can't we just do questions?"

Kakashi was honestly shocked that she would remove her skirt after such a gentle reminder that other people depended on her. “Well, I would like to stick to questions but you decided not to answer like I told you to. You’re going to answer my questions, one way or another. Are you wearing a bra today? Have you ever worn one?”

She shook her head, still looking incredibly uncomfortable. "I've never needed to wear one, and it saves the family money not buying any."

“That makes sense. You’re so thoughtful. Those underwear you are wearing are really nice, I bet they were expensive. Did you ever think about not wearing underwear to save your family some money?”

"I...don't think I'd be comfortable doing that." There was no escape was there? He already had her on tape willingly doing all these things. Sure, she had asked to stop, and she knew she must look incredibly uncomfortable for most of this, but ultimately she had consented to everything. Where did that leave her?

“Would you take them off right now if I gave you $15? I bet you could make a meal for your whole family with that.” He wanted to know how much he could get her to do without technically making her do anything. $15 was such a small amount of money to him—he wondered if it was big enough for someone as poor as her.

She was stunned into silence. At this point, he was treating her like a whore, trying to pay her to strip. She couldn't believe she had found herself in this situation. She was a good girl, she didn't deserve this. What should she do? Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "W-wouldn't that make me a-a...prostitute? That's what they do. I mean...this...isn't a documentary, is it? It's some kind of...adult video. B-but, I need to get an A, I need to help my family. Please. I'll cooperate, but no more games, I can't take this anymore. If you promise not to show this online, I'll...get naked and model or whatever you want. Just, nothing too extreme, please. I'm just a girl, I've never done anything before."

Sakura’s acceptance of her situation thrilled Kakashi. “It is a documentary, just an X-rated one. When you say ‘nothing too extreme’ what do you mean? What kind of stuff don’t you want to do?” He asked, making sure to be ready to take note of what she didn’t want to happen so he can slowly work through that checklist.

"Kakashi Sensei, please. I-I know all about documentaries. This isn't a documentary. But to get an A, I'll let you dress me up in these slutty outfits, then have me strip out of them for you. But I don't want you to touch me any more."

“Then quit talking and take off your top. Squeeze your little titties for the camera.” Now that he doesn’t have to mess around with pretense, he drops the act, although he hadn’t been lying. He’s marketing the footage on the dark web as a documentary of the deflowering of an eleven year old girl.

With a look of shame, she pulls off her top, bringing her hands to her chest and lightly squeezing her nipples. She's resigned herself to this. If she can get through this, she can move on with her life, go to Windmere, get into a great college, and finally help her family. This would probably be the hardest part of her journey, so if she could manage this, she could manage anything.

“I want to do a retake of that shot. You look all pouty and sad, which isn’t sexy at all,” he lied. “I want you to really grab and massage your boobs and act like you like it, then take off your underwear.”

She stifled a sob, before putting on a fake smile and starting to play with her breasts again. She was a terrible actress, with no experience or natural talent in this field. Next, she removed her underwear, obediently keeping her legs spread even though it killed her inside to let this predator film her most private area. Her crush was long gone, she only saw a monster when she looked at her teacher.

“Very good, Sakura. Now I want you to lay down on the bed on your stomach and reach behind yourself. Hold your buttcheeks open and show me what your asshole looks like. Then say, ‘Please, Kakashi Sensei, my ass feels empty.’ Be good, now. You only have 30 minutes left you don’t want to ruin it,” he reminded her.

She wanted to vomit when he told her what he wanted her to say. She realized she should have requested that she didn't have to talk for this along with having him not touch her. Slowly, body trembling in shame and disgust, she turned around to lay flat on the bed. She buried her face in the sheets in embarrassment before reaching back and reluctantly spreading her cheeks apart. "P-please, Kakashi Sensei. M-my...ass...feels empty."

He had been hard, but now his cock was like a steel rod. Kakashi could feel himself pulsing and put his hands into fists to try and resist. The guys on the internet...he knew they would all want him inside, want him to fuck her. Frankly, he wanted the same thing. Her horror and shame at her new situation was incredibly sexy. He just needed a little more from her first.

“Well done, Sakura. Now stop showing off your ass so vulgarly and sit up. You said you wanted to just talk and not do anything else, so say: ‘I hate my family. I’m sorry for following you home. Then tell me how stupid you are.”

She couldn't believe that at one point she had been into Kakashi Sensei. She did feel stupid, for falling for his tricks so easily. She turned around and sat up, hands clenched on her thighs. She kept her fake smile on, looking straight into the camera with teary eyes. "I-I...hate...my family. I'm...sorry for following you home. I'm the stupidest girl in school. How could anyone be stupid enough to get in this situation?"

“Oh, Sakura. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re just a kid. Just a few more things and you’ll be done for the day, okay? How about you look at the camera and tell it how much you want it. Explain how you’re a virgin and you’ve been saving yourself for someone special.”

His fake concern for her was disgusting. Still, time was ticking, and soon she'd be free to go home. She could focus extra hard on school, bury this part of her life until she had to face it again each week. They were at the end of the school year, only a few weeks left before freedom. She could manage this.

She kept staring into the camera with that fake smile that would fool anyone.* "I...really want this. I-I'm a virgin, the only person I've even kissed is you Kakashi Sensei. I'm trying to...save myself for someone special."

“Very good. And now tell us what three sexual things you’ve always looked forward to.” Honestly, he’d be surprised if a girl her age even knew three things, but he wanted to hear her ideas for what she thought she might like so he could potentially include them later.

She felt nauseous again from this line of questioning, but complied as best she could with her limited sexual knowledge. "Um...well, I want to lose my virginity to someone who is kind, and brave, and strong. I'd...like to learn how to do a good blowjob, I hear boys like that. And...um...I guess whatever else my future boyfriend is into." She couldn't think of anything else, shame coloring her face. She didn't have it in her to lie, or to resist so she just told him the truth.

Sakura really would make the perfect girlfriend for someone. She said that she wanted to do ‘whatever else her future boyfriend is into.’ It made him hard, thinking about how willing to please she was. Her attitude definitely needed adjusting, though. She was getting all sulky and upset, and here Kakashi was being all nice to her.

“Tell me the name of the boy you have the biggest crush on in your class and why you like him.”

"I...don't really have a crush on any of the boys honestly. All they care about is looks and boobs and sex. It's gross. I don't have a crush on anybody anymore."

“Okay. Well, get dressed in your clothes and lets get you home.” He stood up from behind the camera and watched her for a few more seconds before tossing her real clothes to her. “Wednesday, I want you to bring your diary again,” he said as they started down the stairs.

She quickly got dressed in front of him, not bothering with going to the bathroom. If she could just go along with this and keep him happy, everything would turn out fine. He hadn't gone too far, had respected her wishes to not be touched. She could handle this. "Okay, I will Kakashi Sensei. And you aren't going to post this online...right?" She looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“We’ll see, Sakura.” He wasn’t going to give her any promises. He led her into the garage and he held his hand up as if he was ready to push her down, but he wanted to give her the chance to go down on her own like she had earlier. He liked the idea that she was already starting to change her behavior to keep him happy.

She was disappointed in his answer, but rationalized that he was just tormenting her again. He wouldn't post it online, it was child porn and he'd get arrested. Climbing into his truck, she once again leaned over, her face hovering right next to his groin. The last thing she wanted was for people to see her in his car. They wouldn't understand she was doing this to help her family.

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Kakashi was giddy today. It was Wednesday and he was waiting at the bus stop for Sakura. He had told her when he dropped her off near her house on Monday to tell her Mom she needed to work on a project Wednesday and would be home late. He hadn’t had a chance to talk to her and hope that she did what he said. He wanted to take his time with her today.

She walked off the bus like she was heading to the gallows. She had told her mother that she would be staying late for an Honors project, and her mother had believed her instantly, focused more on preparing dinner for everyone. Sakura had hoped that her mother would notice something was wrong, but unfortunately she was too busy taking care of the rest of their family. So here Sakura was again, standing on the sidewalk, waiting on her perverted teacher to come pick her up.

Pulling his truck up he popped open the door again. “Hey Sakura. How was school today?” He asked as she got situated, backpack on the floor and her beautiful body stretched out across the bench. This time, he put his hand on her side and kept stroking her for the whole drive. His hand didn’t wander the inch or two down to her breast, but he was sure it was close enough to make her skin prickle and dread rise up.

She flinched at his touch, scared that he may try something. "Kakashi Sensei, uh..." She thought about confronting him, but back down in fear. "School was fine. How was school for you?"

“It was really good. Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” They pulled up in his garage and he led her inside, but instead of going to the master bedroom he walked into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink? I’m going to have a beer.”

She hesitated, then nodded her head, "Just water, thank you." Anything to kill most time from the filming they would be doing later.

Handing her the water he cocked his head toward the stairs. “C’mon.” Once they made it up the stairs, she could see that he didn’t have any clothes laid out for her like usual. “How about you sit on the bed and read the most recent page of your diary, Sakura?” It may have sounded like a question, but it wasn’t.

She could tell he wasn't asking when he said that. She cowed in front of him, taking out her diary and sitting down on the bed. "It's kind of short, I hope that's okay."

“Sure.” He wondered if she wrote it especially for him, or if she still wrote in her diary for herself.

Reluctantly, she opened her diary. She took a deep breath, then started to read. "Tomorrow I go back to film with Kakashi Sensei. It will be a longer session than normal, but I can do this for my family. They need me to get to Windmere, so I will do my best." She'd suspected he would have her read, so this entry was tailored to hopefully make him happy.

He grabbed a pen and tossed it to her. “I want you to black out my name in every entry right now.” He didn’t seem to be in a bad mood, though, just telling her what to do but not snapping at her. “I’m glad to hear that you will do your best. What do you think we’re going to do today?”

She was confused at first, then realized he was trying to cover up evidence in case this got out. She sighed, going through her diary an crossing his name out every time she found it. "I don't know Kakashi Sensei. We've already done so much. And I don't know much about these things."

“I thought that that thing you did where you held your ass apart was really sexy. How about you start there and do that again?”

She put her obvious fake smile back on, slowly stripping out of her clothes in front of him. Once she was naked she laid down on her belly on the bed, reaching behind her to pull her cheeks apart. It was just as difficult and degrading as the first time, and she tried to remember what she had said. "M-Kakashi Sensei. My...ass feels empty."

Kakashi Sensei moves from behind the camera, coming to sit uncomfortably close to her on the bed. Close enough he can smell the passion fruit body wash she must have used this morning. “Well, if it’s empty, Sakura, you should put one of your fingers in there,” he said like it was obvious what she had to do next.

She buried her face in the sheets in shame again. She hated how close he had gotten, it was better when he was far away and she could almost pretend she was alone. Trembling, she tried to push a finger into her ass, but she was too tight and dry.

With his front row seating it was impossible not to see that she was struggling, so he offered to help. “Sakura...you have a choice. Either I’ll help you lubricate your asshole or you work your finger in dry.”

The last thing she wanted was for him to touch her, so out of desperation she stuck her finger in her mouth to lubricate it. She could taste her ass and it made her gag, but she pulled though and started working her spit covered finger into her reluctant hole.

“Tell me what it feels like,” he said, honestly surprised that any preteen would touch their asshole with so little prompting. He’d been expecting to have to strong arm her, but maybe she’s a butt-slut. “Get it in faster.”

She grimaced, hating his voice and the situation she found herself in. "It stings, it's really tight. If I try to go faster it'll hurt." She couldn't help the pleading tone in her voice, it really did sting with just a little bit of her finger inside. She couldn't believe some people actually had sex this way.

“Put it in faster,” he repeated. “If you want, I can help lubricate you. I want to see if you can fit three fingers in your ass before you leave today, so you better start working.”

She gasped when he said he wanted her to fit three fingers by the end of the day. She could barely fit the one without it stinging like crazy, how could she fit more? She desperately tried to wriggle her finger deeper, but it was slow going. She wasn't good with pain, and this was intensely uncomfortable.

Kakashi didn’t offer again, he’d make her ask for him to touch her if she wanted lubrication. “It can’t hurt that bad, think about it—your poop is bigger than one finger. So I know you can do it. Stop messing around.”

She just wanted him to shut up already. She was trying her best, but this was the first time anything had been in her butt before. Sakura struggled, but eventually she was finally able to work her index finger fully into her ass. It felt weird, and stung like crazy. She was definitely not a fan of this and overall her desire for sex in general was rapidly vanishing. She probably wouldn't want anything to do with sex after all this.

He knew that because she didn’t have a prostate and wasn’t into it, having something in her butt probably wouldn’t end up turning the eleven-year-old on. “It seems like you’re not taking this very seriously. I’m going to count to sixty, and if you don’t have two fingers all the way in your ass by then, you’ll regret it.”

Her eyes went wide, she had only lubricated the one finger. If she wanted to lube up another, she would have to give up her current progress and pull her finger out. On the other hand, trying to fit an unlubricated finger into her already stinging ass would likely be agony, especially with her time limit. Making her decision, she quickly pulled her finger out, wincing in pain and slobbering on her middle finger as much as she could. She could smell her index finger, and it grossed her out so much. Rubbing her fingers together to lubricate them as much as possible, she quickly returned them to her ass, crying out as she worked them both in painfully.

Kakashi shifted on the mattress. It seemed like he was magnetized to her, he kept drifting closer to her until now he’s less than a foot away from the action. “That’s a good girl, Sakura. Keep going. Pump them in and out. Tell me what you’re thinking about.” He knew some people would probably try to say something inane and sexy in Sakura’s position to try and please him—but he didn’t think that Sakura would. Somehow, knowing exactly how she felt about everything made it 10x hotter.

She groaned into the sheets, her face pressed against the soft fabric for what comfort it provided. She didn't notice how close he had become, too focused on the pain in her ass. She tried to work her fingers in and out, every movement causing more pain. "I...I can't think about anything except how much this hurts!"

With her head in the sheets, Kakashi puts one of his hands on his cockhead through his jeans and starts squeezing. “I know I said by the end of the night, but you need to put that third finger inside you in the next 30 seconds. You can take it. Don’t get this far and go through this much just to give up, Sakura.”

She lets out a whine of despair. There was no way she could lube up another finger in time, not with only 30 seconds. Desperate to avoid his wrath, she tried to work her ring finger into her hole. Her ass was slightly lubricated by this point, and despite the pain, she finally worked in the third finger. She panted in pain, wondering if she had been successful. She hadn't been able to keep track of the time, too distracted by the effort of pushing in the third finger.

A warm hand ran down her flank. Kakashi was touching her, but it wasn’t necessarily sexual. His eyes were locked on the show she was putting on, pumping her thin fingers in and out of her ass. Everything in her body language screamed that she was uncomfortable and Kakashi loved it. When he stroked his hand down the outside of her thigh he could feel some of the sweat that was starting to cover her body.

She barely registered his touch, the agony from her ass overwhelming her young body. She was trembling from the pain, her untrained ass stretched far too much from the three fingers. Her other hand grasps the sheets hard, trying to distract from the uncomfortable sensations coming from her ass.

Kakashi pivoted so he can run both of his hands down her sides, to her ass cheeks before pushing them together around her hand and then pulling them apart. “Beautiful.”

His touching finally registered in her mind, and she whined into the sheets again. Her voice muffled, "I-I said no t-touching!" Her voice sounded weak to her ears, she felt so small on the bed next to him. How could she actually stop him if he didn't let up?

Wow. She didn’t even try to physically stop him. It was like all of Kakashi’s dreams were coming true. Instead of listening to her, he dipped down and spit on her finger-stuffed hole, then started rimming her, tongue running over her fingers and her asshole as he kept holding her cheeks wide. From all of the forums he’d read and all of the porn he’d watched, he’d kind of expected her to taste fresh and innocent—whatever that was. In reality, she tasted musky and sharp, and it turned him on even more than he thought was possible. This was what an unwashed, sweaty eleven year old girl tasted like—and Kakashi loved it.

When she felt something wet touch her ass, it almost felt relieving until she realized what it had to be. She pulled her fingers from her strained ass, weakly struggling under his strong hands. "N-no! S-stop it! That's so gross!" She turned her head to see his face buried in her ass. She kicked her legs, trying to break free. This had gone too far, and now she just wanted to escape.

Finally! A little bit of that fire! He took a strong kick to his left shoulder before he wrestled her down, pushing all of his weight on her back so that she was pressed face first into the bed. He held her down with one arm and started undoing his belt with his other hand, the clinking of the metal ringing out in the room. “You’re right, it was gross! Maybe next time you should shower first!”

No no no! This couldn't be happening, not to her! She heard him undo his belt, knew he had to be getting his cock out. Her blood froze in fear, but she could do nothing to stop him from this position. She started openly crying, clawing at the sheets to try and escape. "Please, don't do this Kakashi Sensei! This is rape! Please, just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone what we did here!"

He loved feeling her struggle. Kakashi was so focused on her asshole, on what it was going to feel like, that his entire world narrowed down to just Sakura. Everything but Sakura was hazy and out of focus. But Sakura—Sakura was vibrant. He reached down and hefted his dick into his hand—it was so big that it couldn’t hold itself up when it was fully hard because of the weight. Hearing her scream about rape just solidified things in his mind.

He’d waited too long to take this last step and he wasn’t going to back down today. With that, he slotted his cockhead against her asshole and shoved his way inside. Dry like this, it wasn’t incredibly pleasurable for him either but he liked hearing her sharp intakes of breath and noises of despair. And something vile and dark inside of him wanted her first time to be excruciating. Wanted her to hurt for not giving him what he wanted automatically. For making him work for it.

She couldn't help it, she screamed at the top of her lungs as he forced his way into her ass. Her saliva wasn't enough to ease the passage of his huge cock. It was so big, the pain so extreme that her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out. Her limp body let him slide fully into her, her resistance gone.

Fuck, that had been amazing. But now that she was passed out, there was no reason for him to have to be in pain. He pulled out briefly to lean over and grab lube from his nightstand and then slathered it all over his cock. He dripped some into her ass then pushed two fingers in to force it deeper. Even around his fingers she was tight. He pulled them out and pushed his cock back inside her. This time still wasn’t easy, but it there was so much less resistance. He let out a satisfied sigh when his balls hit the back of her thighs. Looking down at the unconscious girl beneath him, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side, to make sure she could breathe and the blanket wasn’t suffocating her. Then he started to piston in and out of her.

She came back from the darkness to a pain in her scalp and her ass, eyes slowly taking in her surroundings. It took her a second to remember where she was, and as she looked back she saw her teacher sawing his cock in and out of her abused backdoor. Her crying returned, and she reached back to try and push him away, to slow his assault, to do anything to ease the pain wracking her body. "Please stop this! It hurts so bad!"

Kakashi had enjoyed the minute or two of fucking her in complete peace, but there was something to be said about a little bit of fight. He had to stop moving while he got her arm twisted behind her to keep her still—he was close to blowing. He’d been waiting his entire life for this moment, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it or rush through it. He looked at the clock—it was 4:10pm and he had all night. He leaned his body weight over her and got down really close, pumping his huge cock slowly into her ass, like they were making love. “If you don’t like it, why’d you finger yourself open for me? Now that just doesn’t make sense, does it?” She could feel his balls dragging over her skin.

Why was this happening to her? All she felt was pain, her body crushed under his. She didn't deserve this humiliation and agony. Tears poured from her eyes, she was struggling to catch her breath from his weight. His words sickened her, he was a monster. "W-we agreed, I-I would strip f-for you and y-you wouldn't t-touch!"

“I never said I wouldn’t touch you if you flaunted your ass in my face. How is a man supposed to say ‘no’ to something like this?!” He asks as he slaps the side of her ass for effect. “Sakura, you feel so good. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. That you wanted this,” he blabbered, knowing that none of what he was saying was true but that it would upset Sakura even more. It felt like he could feel her heartbeat inside of her, that her blood was pumping that hard. Now that he got his initial impulse to cum under control, he was determined to drill her through the bed and into the ground. His long, smooth thrusts became sharper and deeper. He pushed her hair up and kissed all over the back of her neck.

There was no fighting him. Her little remaining resistance left her body, and she cried in defeat as she let him have his way. She knew there was no stopping him, that he wouldn't stop until he decided he was finished. There was no telling how long this would go for, they had hours together. His cock was throbbing inside her, she could tell he was enjoying ravaging her body. She turned her head into the sheets, not wanting to look at her teacher any more.

Kakashi grinned as Sakura hid her face. Part of him loved knowing that this experience would stay with her forever. That her first memories of sex would be of him and the shame and pain associated with the experience. His strokes stayed deep as he plowed into her, rhythmically forcing her small body to adjust to his. God...he wanted to fuck her forever. He bet that Sakura’s parents would let her spend the night at a friend’s house. Maybe he should have her ask while he was inside of her.

The sharp pain slowly was replaced by a dull ache as her ass finally started to adjust. She still hated every second of her rape, but this was at least less agonizing. More than anything she was disappointed in herself for being so naive. Of course he was going to try something eventually. If it wasn't now, it would have been later, and she should have seen this coming. Should have made some kind of plan for this. Unfortunately, for all of her book smarts, she lacked any real wisdom or scheming abilities, and had been unable to come up with a plan to escape her situation. Now she was stuck here with her teacher rutting into her ass, with no end in sight. How had he not finished by now? Didn't sex usually end pretty quickly?

When she finally gave in and relaxed around him, Kakashi let out a deep, satisfied moan. Now that she wasn’t strangling his dick, she felt even better and it was easier to pull out of her and thrust back inside without feeling like his cock was stuck in a Chinese finger trap. The comfort brought new energy to him, and soon he was grunting and groaning as he held her underneath him and drilled into her. This was the fuck of a lifetime—for both of them. She just didn’t understand that yet. “Tell me how much you want me to cum in your ass,” he directed, wondering if the girl would be able to bring herself to. It didn’t matter if she did now or not—she would eventually, and he wasn’t going to fill her up until she was begging for it.

She shook her head, refusing to even speak to him anymore. She couldn't believe how deep he was getting, he was violating her in a way she had never really conceived of. She'd heard rumors of anal sex, but had never been curious, had never even had a stray fantasy about it. Now, her very first sexual act was getting raped in her ass by a man over four times older than her who she had at one point trusted.

Sakura kept crying, not from the pain anymore, but from the humiliation. He was making such gross sounds in her ear, clearly loving that he was raping an underage, unwilling girl. She hated how smoothly he was sliding in and out, his thick cock seemed to have finished breaking her in. She hated feeling his huge balls slapping against her legs. She hated his weight on her back, pinning her with no chance of escape. She hated that this visit had only just started, and by the time they were done, he'd probably despoil the rest of her body.

Kakashi replied, “Okay, well, just tell me how much you want it in you whenever you want to stop having sex, I can go all night, baby.” He returned to his exploration of her body, running his eyes along the soft planes of her back, appreciating her skinny body that was more angular than some would prefer. To him, it was perfect. She looked like a filly, all knees and elbows, and was turning out to be just as skittish.

He kept fucking her ass. Instead of holding her down, he let her arm go and started to run his fingertips over her back in what was almost a promise of a touch.

He had to be lying. There was no way he could go much longer, right? Her skin crawled as he started running his fingers over her skin. With her free arms she gripped the sheets, gritting her teeth and trying to just bear through this. This was her only remaining means of resistance, and she didn't want to fully submit to him if she could help it.

Kakashi pulled out, flipping Sakura over onto her back. Before the little girl has the ability to really fight it, he has pushed up her legs and reinserted his cock into her ass. This position was so much better. He was deeper than before and he saw the opportunity to lean in and kiss her—so he did. For the first time that day, he kissed someplace other than her ass, teasing her lips with his tongue to coax her into allowing his entry.

She was caught off guard when he suddenly pulled out and flipped her over, unable to put up meaningful resistance before he slid even deeper into her ass. He was reaching depths she didn't think were possible. When he tried to kiss her she clenched her lips together and turned her head away. She never wanted to feel his lips again, never wanted to see him again. She didn't know if she could handle this, it was all so much for her young mind.

“Fine,” he said as he leaned up and took hold of her slim hips. He had been gentle—mostly—and she didn’t seem to appreciate it, so he started forcing her body back by her hips at the same time that he punched forward, fucking her at a brutal place in a jarring, uncomfortable way for her, but a satisfying, primal way for him. He was starting to feel like he wouldn’t be able to handle fucking her without exploding for much longer, which was disappointing. He’d wanted her first penetration to last for a solid hour but they’d only been fucking for a little over half of that.

She was exhausted, it felt like he had been raping her for an eternity and his more violent thrusts were breaking her down physically and mentally. Her body ached, and each time his cock rammed deep in her it seemed to reinforce the idea that he had complete control of her. She could only lay there limply and take it, whimpering weakly in despair. He had her, there was no escape and he never seemed to tire. Her mind was getting hazy, a sense of complete defeat overtaking her. There was no point in resisting, she no longer had control of her body. He did.

There was something extraordinary about the defeated, shamed look on Sakura’s face. In class, the girl was always smiling, but she probably won’t be anymore...not in his class, at least. “Sakura, I’m telling you this one more time because you’re already going to be very, very sore and you don’t want to make it worse. I’m not stopping until you beg me to cum inside you and you mean it. I’m not like the boys you might have heard about, I can go all night,” he said as he slapped her thigh, reaching down and starting to gently brush over her clit. “If you keep being a dumb little girl and don’t ask for what you want, I’ll make you orgasm before I do. It’ll make sense since you are a nasty little butt slut who wants my cock in her ass every second of the day.”

She trembled from the sudden stimulation of her clit, her breath leaving her. Her already strained body was becoming overstimulated from his touch, her mind shot. She could barely register his words, let alone find her voice. Finally, with her voice raspy and weak, she barely manages to get out, "C-cum...please..."

“What? I can’t hear you—Did you say you really wanted something from me?” he asked as he plunged his dick into her harder with every word. She seemed so out of it that Kakashi was actually a little worried about her. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her silly six ways to Sunday but he didn’t want to ruin her for any future fun. He slapped her face to wake her up. “Tell me what you want, Sakura!”

She winced from the slap, the sudden pain in her face somewhat revitalizing her. "P-please...cum in my a-ass!" She just wanted this torture to end, though by this point she doubted he would keep his word. He seemed to have limitless stamina, and he had completely overwhelmed her by this point. She accepted that he had control over her, that he basically owned her by this point. He'd used her desire to go to a good college and take care of her family to make her his, and now she was just his plaything. Her resistance was gone, something monumental building inside as her kept teasing her clit.

Kakashi wanted to tease her, wanted to make her beg and beg for it, but he was also only human. He only had so much patience left inside him and started pounding her with renewed vigor, “Say. It. Again. What do you want?? Where do you want it??! Come on, Sakura!!! Really tell me! Hold your asscheeks open and beg, you little slut!” His finger on her clit started circling harder and faster as his passion started to interfere with his rhythm.

The feelings in her body were increasing, feelings that she was completely unfamiliar with. She had masturbated before, but this combination of pain and pleasure from her clit mixed into something completely alien to her. With weak arms, she did her best to grab and hold her ass open, sweat pouring off her body. "I w-want you to c-cum in my ass!" As she yelled out her submission to him, she climaxed powerfully herself, her body completely surrendered to him. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and she was panting heavily.

Kakashi couldn’t handle it as Sakura shook apart beneath him—he was only human, after all. He blasted his cum into her, cock pulsing with each rope. He made a loud keening sound as he finished up, everything felt too good to keep it inside. He muttered almost inaudibly to himself, “That’s right, milk my cock, honey. Take every last drop you want. Fuck.” He didn’t stay inside her, pulling out and flipping onto his back next to her with a huff. He was sweaty and panting and exhausted from plowing her for so long—muscles felt shaky. “Good little girls thank their men when they get given what they want,” he added, solely to fuck with her.

She laid there limply on the bed, drenched in sweat with cum leaking from her ass. She didn't respond at first, trying to regain control over her body that was currently trembling after such a strong orgasm. How could she have climaxed from being raped like this? It was one thing to be used by him, it was another for her to cum from it. Was she really just some slut deep down, no different than a whore on the street?

He wanted her to thank him, like a good little girl. Did she want to be a good girl for him? Her body had already surrendered to him, did she want to surrender the rest of her? It may be better than getting punished for disobeying him, her ass had been fucked raw. "T-thank you...Kakashi Sensei."

Her mind was a mess, she couldn't deny how amazing her climax had felt after so much abuse. How could any man last so long? Kakashi Sensei had crazy stamina, a huge cock, and a muscular body. Aside from the rape, he was an ideal man. And, she had been fingering her ass in front of him. She'd practically been begging him to fuck her. If she didn't want to get fucked, why hadn't she gone for help? She had willingly gone back to him, over and over. Subconsciously, she must have wanted this.

After about 10 minutes, Kakashi mustered the strength to stand. He left Sakura on the bed and went to the camera, plugging it into his laptop. Kakashi started immediately editing the video, wanting to get the content online ASAP, because he was going to live stream her losing her virginity and didn’t want there to be any confusion to which hole got fucked first. He didn’t have a lot to blur out—mostly his face was already out of the frame, although Sakura was not so lucky.

She looked tiny and so delicate in the recording, and his big cock was absolutely splitting her open. If he had anything left he would be jacking himself while editing but he didn’t have a lot of time or patience.

Sakura weakly curled up on the bed on her side, mind still racing. She had long since run out of tears, though now there was no point in crying any more anyway. It was obvious to her now, she'd wanted this deep down. She'd wanted him to take her, and he had done just that. She was his slut, helping her family had just been an excuse to get alone with him. Maybe she wanted to be raped, maybe that was her thing? He clearly enjoyed raping her, that much was obvious.

Once he got the video edited and posted, he turned his attention back to her, coming to sit next to her on the master bed. He gently reached out and started massaging her buttcheeks. “How are you feeling, Sakura? You ready for round two?” In reality, Kakashi wasn’t a recovered enough himself but he wanted to know how she felt about having sex with him again.

Hey eyes widened, was he serious? Her ass was still incredibly sore, it had only been a few minutes since they had ended their last fuck. But...maybe he didn't want her ass this time? Maybe he wanted to take the rest of her, to claim all of her body. In either case, she knew it was pointless to resist. "I'm sore, and t-thirsty Kakashi Sensei. Could I get something to d-drink, and maybe some aspirin first?"

Sakura’s request was reasonable—she was in pain now but she would definitely be sore for the next few days. He couldn’t wait to see if she was going to be limping in school tomorrow. Kakashi stood up and walked to his bathroom, getting her a Tylenol before going downstairs, grabbing a glass of water as well and bringing it to her. He handed her two pills. “Here, take this. It will help you feel better. Hey, I’ve been wondering...have you had your period yet?”

So that settled it, her was going to take her true virginity next. A part of her expected this all along. Taking the water and pills, she downed both in record time, wanting the pain to go away as soon as possible. Once the water was all gone, she took a deep breath, steadying her voice. "Yes sir. If...you take my virginity...I'll need the morning after pill." She wasn't going to fight any more, wasn't going to resist. After all, this had to have been what she wanted all along.

“Well, aren’t you just a well-informed little thing,” Kakashi said with a smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you get knocked up. That would be pretty hard to explain to your mom and dad, wouldn’t it? And I don’t think your family could afford another mouth to feed. Although...I’ve always wanted to have a kid. If I got you pregnant, I could keep the child with me...” he said to bait her. In reality, there is no way he wouldn’t go to jail if she turned up pregnant. But it seemed like having a baby was something Sakura was scared of. “And if we had a little girl and she turned out to look just like you....”he said, stroking his cock suggestively as he climbed on top of the bed, trapping her body underneath him.

The thought of him knocking her up and then raping their own daughter made Sakura nauseous. Kakashi Sensei was sick on a whole different level, but what could she do if it happened? Wait...if he knocked her up there's no way they could hide it. Questions would get asked and he'd end up in jail. He had to know...he was fucking with her! Quietly she breathed the sigh of relief, he couldn’t risk knocking her up. As he stroked his cock over her, she made no move to escape.

"Are you going to do it now? Take my...virginity? I...I won't fight you anymore. I've been thinking a lot and deep down, I think I always knew this would happen. Maybe even wanted it to happen. I've always had a crush on you, I don't know if you ever noticed me staring in class. I think subconsciously, I wanted you to take me. Otherwise, why would I keep coming back?" She was surprised at herself, surprised she could find the courage to speak her mind like this.

Kakashi started breathing heavier as Sakura talked—did she just admit that she might have wanted this to happen? That she had a crush on him he knew—but he didn’t know any eleven-year-olds that were sexually active or might think about someone sexually. At least, he hadn’t thought he did.

“I know, sweetie. There’s no reason you’d come back unless this is what you wanted. You accepted flimsy excuses just so you could come here, lay on my bed and spread your legs for me. You want me inside you.” He rubbed his cockhead down her tiny, naked slit, moving it back and forth to nestle between her lips. He knew he should stretch her out first...he just doesn’t know if he can make himself. “Admit it. Admit what we both know, Sakura.”

She was still plenty wet from her previous orgasm, and her acceptance of him and his cock allowed a warmth to spread through her nethers. She was still curled up on her side in almost the fetal position, her pussy totally exposed to him. She didn't try to cover herself, didn't try to pull away as he rubbed against her virgin pussy. "I'm...just a slut. I acted like the good girl, but deep down I must have always wanted a big, strong man like you to take me, to make me theirs. I mean, I came from you raping me. Deep down, I must have enjoyed being raped by my teacher. Just like how I will probably enjoy you taking my virginity. Can...can I make one request?" She turned to look at him with hope in her eyes.

At her words, his dick started glugging precome inside her from where he was pressed against her opening. Like any man, he had an ego and for her to say that he was ‘big and strong’ and that she wanted him to own her...it really got him going. Kakashi had to fight to keep his hips from punching forward into her wet, slick snatch. “What is it, Sakura? What do you want?”

She swallowed hard, nervous about what she was going to say. "I...it's just that, your cock was in my butt, so, I was wondering if we could shower first? Plus, a nice hot shower would feel really good right now. We can do it in the shower, I just, want to clean up first, you know?"

Kakashi made a frustrated growl and backed off of her. The girl had a point—if he fucked her right now, he’d give her a raging UTI. And while the idea of hurting her appealed to a part of him, he liked being more direct about it. He stood up and reached his hand down to help the little girl up. “You’re right, that is kind of icky. Let’s take a shower really quick and get you all fresh and ready.”

Kakashi Sensei’ house was nice. It was well-appointed and had a particularly nice master bathroom, with a large shower with a powerful nozzle. He leaned into the shower to turn the water on and get it to the right temperature. “What time is your mom expecting you home?”

Sakura felt a twinge of guilt when he mentioned her mom. If only she knew what Sakura had become... "I said probably around 8 or 9. So...not for another 3 or 4 hours. Thank you for letting us shower, I know you didn't have to." She didn't know what to do now that she had accepted her place as his girl. She had never been in a relationship before, so she didn't have any experience in these waters. She kept glancing at his cock and balls. They really were huge, larger than any she had ever seen, not that she had seen many. She supposed that she should consider herself lucky that her teacher was so well hung rather than the opposite.

Kakashi loved it when she thanked him for something as simple as a shower and acknowledged his complete control over her—that if he hadn’t wanted her to shower, she wouldn’t have. He stepped into the warm water and grabbed the body wash, soaping himself down really quickly and cleaning his dick off before turning his attention to her.

Sakura was still looking at his crotch. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed his hard dick and waggled it at her playfully, “You want this, don’t you? How about you kiss it.”

She looked up at him with a mix of reluctance and curiosity. A part of her knew she shouldn't, but the rest of her knew she wanted to explore his cock more. She had seen her father once climb out of the shower, and he was nowhere near this hung. She'd been grossed out then, but looking at this shaft, knowing it had already been inside her once and would be again, she was starting to get wet. She nodded slowly, climbing into the shower with him and enjoying the warm water over her body.

Lowering herself to her knees, she found herself just below his cock, looking up at his hard shaft. He seemed so huge, both his body and his cock towering over her. Awkwardly due to her lack of experience, she got closer and lightly kissed the tip of his cock once. It was so warm on her lips, and smelled clean now that he had washed it.

“Everybody knows that you tongue-kiss cocks, Sakura,” he said slightly disapprovingly. He slapped her across the face with his meaty shaft. “Try again.”

She flinched slightly when he smacked her face with his cock. "I'm sorry Kakashi Sensei, I didn't know. I've never even watched porn before this. It's all so new to me." Having never made out before, she wasn't sure how to do it, so she ended up just kind of licking his tip while kissing it. She looked up at him with big doe eyes, hoping she was doing okay.

“Exactly..just like that,” Kakashi praised. Eventually, he’d have to teach her how to really suck cock, but for right now, her fumbling attempts at being sexy really did it for him. He reached down and lifted his shaft up before leaning forward and bumping his testicles into her face. “Don’t forget to show those balls how much you love them, Sakura. Everything has to be fair.”

She was hesitant at first as he pressed his large balls in her face. Blowjobs were one thing, she'd never imagined playing with a man's sack before. But, he was clearly experienced, and he was being rather gentle with her so the least she could do was put some effort into this. She started licking and kissing his balls like she had his cock, her inexperience as obvious as her submission to his will. One hand dipped between her legs, experimentally rubbing herself as she worked on servicing her teacher.

“Are you sure you haven’t looked at porn before, Sakura? Or are you just a natural born slut? Look at you, diddling yourself because you get so turned on licking my balls. Well, keep going, baby. Worship them. And lick that sensitive skin behind them a little bit,” he ordered, putting one hand on the tile wall to help support himself.

She was torn between feeling bad for being a natural and feeling good for doing a good job. She felt bad because it was more evidence of her being a slut deep down, but she felt good because of the compliment. She kept licking for a bit, her tongue stretching behind his balls like he asked. Then she decided to try something new, something to maybe impress him and be a good girl for him. She opened her mouth cautiously, gently taking one of his heavy balls into her mouth and suckling on it. She looked up at him for approval again.

He groaned like...well..like a pedophile getting his balls sucked on by a pubescent 11-year-old. Sakura was exceeding each and every one of his expectations. Hell, he hadn’t even really had expectations beyond a few warm holes. The fact that she was confused and naive enough to ‘want it’ made it that much more special. He’d wanted this for years, and now that he had it, he couldn’t imagine letting her go. He’ll use her until she gets too old and over-developed—14 or maybe even 15 if he’s lucky.

His eyes met hers as she valiantly struggled to fit a testicle in her mouth. “That’s right, suck my balls. Worship them to convince them your untested little pussy is even worth the effort.”

She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. He was really enjoying her efforts, she could see it in her eyes. She sucked on the one for a few seconds before moving to the next. Meanwhile, her other hand moved up to start stroking his cock. She was actually getting turned on by doing this, by serving her man. She was just being true to her real self, being true to the slut that had been hiding behind her good girl facade. Her fingers filled and stretched out her pussy as much as they could, knowing she had to be ready for her man.

No one could ever give this little girl half marks on enthusiasm—not once she decided she wanted something. He let her suck his other ball a little while longer before pulling her up to her feet by her hair and pressing her face first against the cold, wet tile.

“Keep fucking yourself,” he ordered as he slathered body wash on his fingers and then introduced them into her ass. He started pumping them in and out, watching as his cum was forced out of her body, the drizzle from her used ass mostly a milky white.

He was always so rough with her, but that was just something she had to get used to now that she belonged to him. She dutifully kept fingering herself, getting close to another climax. His body seemed so large behind her, she felt so small and vulnerable like this. The shower wall was much harder than the bed had been which scared her considering how rough she knew he could be. His fingers in her sore ass hurt, was he planning on fucking her butt again? Did he love her rear that much?

“Let me just clean you out real fast, Sakura,” he said as he worked quickly and finally forced himself to stop fingering her ass. He pulled her off the wall and reaching up, grabbed the shower nozzle. While Sakura touched herself inside, Kakashi used the warm water to massage the girl’s tiny clit. “You’re not gonna cum. You do what I say now and you’re only going to cum on my cock.”

The sudden jet of water almost set her off, but she bit her lip hard and managed to control herself. She couldn't take much of this though, she was feeling too good. "P-please Kakashi Sensei. I can't take much more of this. Put your cock in me, in my pussy. I'm going to cum soon!" She was squirming on the wall, holding her fingers still and trying her best to fight down her climax.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Kakashi manhandled her into bending over for him. From behind, he nudged his hard cock against her small, hairless folds. He pushed in slowly but unforgivingly, making her take him all in right off the bat. He barely felt her hymen tear.

The pain of taking far too much cock all at one drew a strained whimper from Sakura. Her hand furiously rubbed her clit to try and bring back the pleasure from before. Her other hand was pressed against the wall as she took deep breaths and did her best to relax. He had done it, he had claimed her virginity. She truly was his little girl now. She knew it was wrong, that she was underage and that she had been raped. But deep down she had wanted it, and so she did her best to cooperate now, submitting to her teacher.

Kakashi Sensei began to saw in and out of her, not giving her time to adjust to the fucking but not fucking her as hard as he could—yet.

Honestly, her snatch was almost too tight for comfort, but his strategy to have her stretch herself worked because he was able to bottom out, over and over again. He moaned as he sped up, forcing her into the tile once again, starting to really fuck her into it.

Her eyes glanced down as her cheek was pushed into the bathroom wall, seeing the water washing away the trickle of blood from her torn hymen. He was so dominant, so physical with his fucking. He pounded into her like the slut she truly was, rather than some delicate flower or something. She felt so full, and unlike her ass it was starting to really feel good as he stretched her out. Sakura put both hands against the wall to help brace and push back against his thrusts, moans starting to leave her mouth.

"Kakashi Sensei, this feels really good. Do I feel good for you? Am I a good girl?"

“Yeah, fuck yeah baby you feel great. Clench that pussy down, work your body. Find that rhythm.” Huffing with the effort of fucking her so hard it moved her body, he reached around and started touching her chest, trying to grab her boobs but they were so small he could barely tell where they were.

She grew a small smile, she was doing a good job for her man. Following his instructions, she did her best to clench her stretched pussy on his massive cock. Her hips tried to work back into his thrusts, though he was so rough it was throwing off her rhythm. He played with her nipples, the source of her biggest insecurity and it all felt so amazing. After being the outcast, the loser, the nerd that no boy wanted for so long, having a real man desire her and use her like this filled her body and mind with heat. It felt fantastic being the object of his desire, and by this point her reservations about being raped were gone. To her, it wasn't rape anymore. He was just taking what was his since deep down she had always wanted to belong to him, to worship him as a real man.

Kakashi railed her mercilessly in the shower for twenty minutes. He had a right—no, a duty—to all of the celibate pedophiles out there to enjoy her virgin pussy. He made her take his cock until the water started going lukewarm. He had been edging himself for the last 2 minutes when he finally let himself go, spraying Sakura’s fertile cunt with his cum with a groan.

She had came three times from him dominating her little body, and the sudden heat filling her pussy as he came set her off one more time. She was absolutely exhausted by this point, only able to stay on her feet thanks to his hands on her hips and his cock in her slit. Oh God, he was filling her up so much, she wondered if she would get pregnant from this. She'd need to get on the pill, she knew he wouldn't want to use condoms. In a way, neither did she. His cum in her was a sign she was wanted, that she had been a good girl for her new stud. By now she was in love with the pleasure, in love with his cock, in love with him. She'd let him use any hole and do whatever he wanted to her because that was her place now. She'd still do her best to help her family, but her new focus now was to please her man.

"I-I can feel your cum in me. There's so much of it. Did I do a good job Kakashi Sensei?"

Kakashi pulled out, causing cum to splatter all over the tiles. He picked her up in his arms like a bride and carried her to his bed, splaying her out before him. “You’re such a good girl, Sakura. Always willing to put in the extra effort. You did such a good job,” he reassured her before leaning down and starting to lap hungrily at her pussy, cleaning up her juices along with his own cum.

Her pussy was extremely sensitive after so much abuse, and she weakly flailed on the bed as he ate her out. He never seemed to be finished with her, his hunger for her body inexhaustible. She knew she was lucky a real man like him had been the one to set his sights on her. She no longer cared that she was being filmed now that she was completely devoted to her teacher. "Kakashi Sensei? Could I...spend the night? I'll call my parents and make something up. They trust me, it'll be fine."

Kakashi rumbled in approval. “Yeah, sweetie. You just can’t get enough of my cock, huh? It’s gonna be a few minutes before I can make all of your slutty fantasies come true, you’re wearing me out. But I’d love to fall asleep fingering you and fill you up with cum before sending you to class.”

Sakura trembled at the idea of heading to school dripping with cum. Maybe he would have her service him between classes, though with his stamina there was no such thing as a ‘quickie.’ She really was his slut now, willing to do anything for him. She couldn't let anyone know what they were doing, they wouldn't understand and would try and break them apart. She was his little girl now, body and soul.