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Culinary Throwdown	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: As said in the summary, this story is based around one of the last few episodes from Naruto Shippuden, during the wedding arc. Another point of interest is that this was a commission, and the lovely commissioner reached out through Discord, so thank you very much to them for their patronage ^^

Culinary Throwdown

Hovering above the bustling streets of a village in growth, the warm rays of the summer sun shone down upon the buildings of Konoha, bringing with it a prosperity that had not been seen in decades. The war had ended, the shinobi had returned home, and for the first time in their lifetime, true peace was on the verge of becoming a reality.

Letting out a gentle sigh of relief, Choji Akimichi rolled his head around atop his shoulders, listening to the telltale cracks from a hard day’s work. Feeling out the kinks in his shoulders, Choji’s eyes eventually landed upon the scenery before him, though, between the calming birdsong running through the trees and the bickering between two of his friends, the future clan head couldn’t quite believe his fortune.

No more than a few hours beforehand, as he returned from what had been a routine visit to an ice cream parlor near Konoha’s residential district, Choji Akimichi had run into something he had luckily avoided for years; the rumble of a wooden door sliding shut and the aggravated shouting of two women in the midst of a thunderous debate. Ino Yamanaka, the woman that had served as his teammate for a great many years already, had been no more than an inch away from her friends’ face, Sakura Haruno’s emerald eyes practically gleaming with annoyance and vengeance.

Their debate? From what little he had heard, it was centered around a single thing, a prospect so vague that no man in sight had bothered to intervene. Which one was more feminine than the other.

Feeling yet another sigh slip free from his stomach, the Akimichi’s gaze fell upon the spectacle that would soon play itself out before his eyes. A cooking battle, a showdown between friends and rivals alike, a contest that he himself had volunteered to judge, for when all else was said, who would be the better judge than a member of the Akimichi Clan?

“Alright, Forehead. You’d better prepare yourself to lose!” Ino ground out, her otherwise delicate figure held straight as her gaze lingered upon her friend’s namesake.

With a roll of her eyes and her hands firmly placed atop her hips, Ino may well have said nothing at all, for as he watched on, Sakura merely stepped around, approaching him with a predatory, near menacing look adorning her face. “What would our esteemed judge like today?” Whipping her head around to stare back at her friend, Sakura’s face lit up, a haughty smile adorning her lips as their gazes met once more. “Something other than the slob that Ino-pig can whip up, I’d presume.”

Without so much as a look in her direction, Choji arose from one of the tables he had carried there, knowing full well that his teammate’s temperament would get the better of her. “Now, now. Don’t say that,” receiving what could only be called a viper’s glare from his blonde teammate, the Akimichi audibly gulped. “As we all know, summer is the time for mild flavors and milk, so what better to make than a bowl of ice cream?”

The moment the words came out, Ino let out an indigidant huff, glancing in the direction of the samurai platings adorning his stomach. “Choji! You just ate three bowls-”

Flaring his nostrils in her direction, Choji’s eyes narrowed, an oddly serious gleam radiating off of his orbs. “There is never a time for an Akimichi to pass up food, let alone ice cream!” With that said, his features softened, a mellow smile adorning his lips once more. “You’ll have one hour to whip up a bowl of ice cream, the flavor is yours to decide, but only if it is tasty~”

“Ready…”

“Set….”

“Begin!” Settling down upon his chair no more than a second thereafter, Choji’s stomach rumbled, a telltale sign that his lips were sealed until food arrived. Although, his gaze remained set upon the women before him, a dreamy look taking over his face at the mere prospect.

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On the cooking station set up to Choji’s right, Sakura had brought out the wares she would need for the day’s task, fiddling with a handful of vanilla stalks while preparing a batch of soy milk on the side. True to his words, Choji had come prepared, bringing with him the ingredients that would enable them to prepare what he had in mind. Beside the bowl she had prepared, Sakura took note of a particular bottle, a glass bottle filled with what any other person would have called milk, but a single touch proved otherwise.

It was chilling to the touch, threatening to freeze her body solid if she held onto it for too long. When asked about it, Choji could only explain what it was called and how it would react, not so much of why such a thing existed at all. Specialized milk that would, upon mixing with the open air, cool down considerably. It was already cold beyond her wildest imaginations, but hearing the fact that it alone would preserve the ice cream in Konoha’s summer heat was more than a little farfetched.

Shaking her head so that her short pink hair ruffled around her neck, Sakura put the vanilla stalks down, yanking on a pair of black gloves, before grasping the onyx stalks once more. The flavor she had decided to go for would undoubtedly be a vanilla blend, of that much, she was certain.

Without so much as a warning, Sakura threw the stalks up into the air before her face, watching on as Choji’s keen eyes zeroed in on her motions, giving an almost reverent play-by-play as she punched her fists forward, utilizing the Chakra control that had been drilled into her by Tsunade to crush the stalks into the tiniest pieces. Grasping a smaller bowl with her left hand, Sakura hastily collected the shattered fragments, placing the small ceramic bowl down onto the table beside her main one.

Even as her hands went through the motions, tossing up another handful of vanilla stalks before crushing them, her eyes hovered over to her competitor’s table, watching Ino run through a series of much more common motions, although, as she added her flavor to the main bowl, Sakura could feel her nose twitch.

‘What is that…?’ she pondered to herself, though before she could ask the question itself, her left hand moved down to the ceramic bowl, collecting the shattered fragments of her own task.

The scent wafting up from Ino’s workbench was, by its very nature, sweet beyond belief, yet somehow, the mere scent of it was enough to make Sakura’s mouth water. An addictive trace, a hint of something deep, maybe a trace of chocolate thrown into the mix? Even as she brought her own bowls together, the simple scent, intricate and mysterious, was all but shattered as her emerald eyes landed upon Ino herself.

Her hips swayed rhythmically, her chest, barely hidden while perfectly framed by her white apron, jiggled in a near trance like manner as her long platinum blonde ponytail swished back and forth. As her hand moved to pour the soy milk out of its carton, Ino herself would bend forward, presenting both Choji and Sakura with a generous serving of cleavage, although, as Sakura’s eyes rolled up to meet with Ino’s, the cyan orbs of the Yamanaka matriarch twinkled with amusement.

She was far too aware of her actions!

Letting out a low sigh at her competition’s behaviour, Sakura prepared her own carton of soy milk, glancing down upon the ceramic bowl beside her main one. Without so much as another glance, the pinkette lowered her left hand, placing it palm down atop the ceramic bowl, clutching her fingers around the rim and sides in a tight grip. She could envision it, the crushed stalks, the solidity of the bowl itself, as well as how it creaked beneath her tightened grip.

She could also hear the churning of Ino’s own cooking, as well as smell the deceptively sweet fragrance of something she knew, but couldn’t place…

Taking in a deep breath where she stood, Sakura focused her Chakra into the palm of her hand, imitating the rough outline of Naruto’s Rasengan as a small sphere of precisely controlled Chakra shot forth. Grinding through the contents of the bowl with medical precision, whilst her palm worked as a lid, keeping the entirety of the process under wraps.

No more than a few seconds after the fact, the pink haired medic released her grip on the ceramic bowl, allowing a smile to adorn her features as her emerald eyes took in the sight. What had once been crushed bits of onyx had by now been reduced to nothing short of the finest powder, so much so that, with a single gust of air, it would easily leap out of the bowl without so much as a trace.

At least, her smile remained until her ears picked up on the telltale hum of a woman, satisfied with both herself and her work. Turning her eyes up to the opposite side of where she had settled down, Ino arose fully, a small glass bowl in her hands, with three deep, dark brown spheres of ice cream held within.

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Applying a healthy dosage of the frosty liquid supplied to them by Choji, Ino Yamanaka flashed a haughty smile as she poured it out, able to feel the sheer cold radiating off of it, but even still, she continued to pour and pour, until at last, the mix within her bowl had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

A crushed bar of dark chocolate, bits of which were still visible within the dark brown blend. A healthy amount of frosted milk, which supplied her with just the right amount of solidity in the summer head. And, as Ino had fully expected to be caught, a few droplets of a neutral aphrodisiac; mixed together to make the target addicted to the taste, as well as a little extra to make her big boned teammate excited for more.

Stirring her frosted milk and chocolate bits into the ice cream blend near the bottom of her bowl, Ino let out a low sigh of relief, every turnaround wafting the combined scents of her chocolate flavor and special ingredient into her face, causing her right hand to stir harder with renewed vigor.

For every rotation her hand made, another gust of seductive scent blasted up against her pale face, only truly causing her hand to move faster and faster, stirring her bowl at a tempo that surpassed her own beliefs, all the while keeping one of her cyan eyes fastened upon the man to her right.

It wasn’t long before, at last, Ino removed her hand from the ice cream bowl, placing her tools to the side while grasping for an ice cream spoon to prepare a serving. Already, what little fragrance remained of the aphrodisiac had been thoroughly disguised by the strong, near overpowering scent of the ice cream itself, granting her the perfect cover from the perceptive nose on the other side of her table.

“A little slow today? Try not to make your forehead slow you down while serving~” Ino chimed up, drawing a low grumble and a snort from her pink haired competitor.

Untying the apron from behind her back, Ino Yamanaka strode forwards, the dark purple top and skirt she so often wore clinging to her curves even as she moved, the faintest gleam of sweat adorning her exposed, pale skin. Bowl in hand, a spoon in the other, and Choji Akimichi fastened squarely in her gaze. Her hips swayed, her booty shook beneath the fluttering skirt that barely reached the middle of her thighs, and, as she moved past Sakura’s table, Ino shook her hips to the side, giving her friend a clear glimpse of what was, or wasn’t, beneath her skirt.

“Here you are, Choji. A dark chocolate ice cream with a little secret stirred into the mix, all for that extra oomph you need on a summer day,” giving her brown haired teammate a wink upon finishing her explanation, Ino watched, hands clutching the judge’s table, with lidded eyes. “And, just for you, I have another treat in mind.”

Watching her teammate’s eyes go wide at the mere sight of the chocolate scoops, Ino set her other plan into motion, squatting down where she stood, rear protruding out for Sakura’s eyes to latch onto, all the while keeping her cyan eyes locked onto Choji’s mesmerized expression.

It wasn’t their first time doing this. The team composition for Genin squads would usually include at least one girl, or one boy, for that very purpose. In case a mission transformed into a much longer one, the team would always be ready to help each other out, especially in terms of relieving stress. Ino, being the sole woman on her Genin team, had had more than her fair share of fun, ranging from teasing Shikamaru until he quite literally fell asleep, to Choji repeatedly unloading in her mouth during a particular barbecue meetup.

Throwing a sidelong glance in her pink haired friend’s direction however, Ino knew that she herself had a distinct advantage. To the best of her knowledge, Sakura had yet to be with a man. Solemnly, she did admit to herself that her friend had been in a more tragic team, but alas, that thought was pushed away from her mind near immediately thereafter.

Before her, Choji’s legs were spread apart, the belt around his shinobi slacks undone in advance, though rather than being prepared for her treat, the big boned shinobi had told her that it was an Akimichi special technique, meant to aid them in their consumption while relieving tension. Although, looking at it now, had he not just undone his belt for comfort…?

By the time her knees fell down upon the soft patch of grass between her judge’s legs, a soft sigh slipped free from Choji’s lips, accompanied by the slightest shudder, and, with her eyes fastened solely upon his groin, the effects of her flavorful choice were brought into light. A bulge, not quite as large as it could be, pressing its way against the dark shinobi slacks her teammate had chosen that day. With nimble fingers, she struck, both hands shooting up to Choji’s waistband, practically tearing it down even before Sakura could complain, and with it, Ino’s cyan eyes were greeted by a sight she had seen many times before.

Choji was by no means the biggest man she had laid eyes on, yet, as her breath hitched in her throat, and as her thighs quivered from desire alone, the sight before her was pleasing enough. Barely longer than half a foot, the Akimichi heir could never truly reach her depths, but, as her slender fingers reached up to grasp the sides of his shaft, her teammate’s greatest feature throbbed within her hand.

He was thick, much more so than any other man she had ever had.

Throwing a near forlorn glance over her shoulder, holding Choji’s dick within her right hand, Ino stuck her tongue out, giving her rival a wink even as her hand began to stroke. “Hurry up, Forehead. Your dessert is waiting down here~” Ignoring the frazzled, near hollow look she received in return, Ino turned her head around, once more facing the treat beneath the table.

Inching her head closer and closer, blocking out the outside world in its entirety, Ino Yamanaka opened her mouth, a long, pink tongue sliding forth to swathe across the throbbing head in her grip.

From the moment her tongue hit his head, her mind swooned, a euphoric thrill rushing through her system faster than any kunai thrown through the air. Another swathe, another dip of her head, a low rumbling groan from above, and at last, her pink, plump lips sealed themselves atop his crown, giving Choji’s cockhead a tender kiss, swirling her tongue around his slit all the while.

Above her head however, the Akimichi focused solely on the task presented before him; the small glass bowl filled with flavors yet unknown, a feat most unique when faced with an Akimichi’s tongue. Shoveling down another mouthful of chocolate ice cream, Choji let out a disgruntled hum, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the very nerves within his body were set ablaze. Chocolate, dark chocolate, the exquisite taste of liquefied nitrogen milk, as well as something more, something alluring, sensual and so utterly unrecognizable that he-

Slamming the bowl down onto the table, Choji’s nostrils flared, eyes closed in euphoric bliss, not at all caused by the woman between his legs, happily sucking the broad head of his cock while listening to his grunts and groans. Even without a glance in her direction, his mind was made up, the result of culinary techniques alone proving great enough to sate his palette.

That was, until that alluring taste returned, a deep, dark flavor mixed within the chocolate itself. His nerves were ablaze, but not at all from the food he was served.

Humming a merry tune from her place between his legs, Ino closed her eyes, mesmerized by the vague scent that fluttered through the air; a scent she knew all too well, but in the end, even her mind was affected by its presence. A scent-based aphrodisiac was not at all easy to come by, one that affected both the sense of smell and the sense of taste as much as this one did was even rarer. Even her, aware of its potency, had succumbed to its might. Between her own legs, her pussy wept, her juices trickling down along her thighs in steady streams. Had she so much as thought about wearing panties that day, the blonde had no doubt in her mind that they would be soaked beyond belief.

Dipping her head down another inch, Ino’s cyan eyes rolled towards the back of her head, the sheer girth of Choji’s cock making it hard for her to so much as breathe, let alone bob her head up and down. Although, as her vision slowly blurred out, a hand settled down atop her head, grasping a handful of her platinum colored hair, yanking her head away with enough force to send her tumbling.

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Standing behind her cooking station as she did, Sakura’s expression shifted through a myriad of emotions, chief amongst them being astonishment and disgust. Not only had her friend foregone any underwear, a fact more than obvious enough by the pale bubble butt poking out from her purple skirt, but, as the medic’s emerald eyes had zeroed in on Choji’s face, another realization had shattered her mind. She had added what felt, and smelled, like a highly potent aphrodisiac, aimed at removing any and all resistance from whomever ingested it. Although, as her mind had fallen into a deep haze, the pinkette slowly realized that its flavor was not the only potent thing about it.

Finishing up the last of her tasks, Sakura plated the ice cream within a small glass bowl, three scoops of vanilla delight with a thin layer of crushed vanilla powder around the white orbs. Although, the moment her eyes had finished her tasks, they were met with yet another indecency; namely, the sight of Ino Yamanaka, on her hands and knees, with her head leisurely placed atop Choji’s groin, the occasional slurp resounding from her place beneath the table like a pig eating its food.

Marching around the station she had stood behind for almost an hour already, Sakura placed the bowl of ice cream down atop the judge’s table almost at the same time that Choji finished his first bowl, crouching down beside Ino’s bent over form. Even then, as close as she was, the blonde matriarch had yet to notice her presence.

Letting out a frustrated sigh that should have been picked up by anyone, Sakura snapped her right hand forwards, holding onto the edge of the table with her left for more balance, before grasping a handful of platinum blonde hair within her right. With far more force than what was strictly necessary for the job, Sakura yanked her arm back, dragging Ino’s throat off of Choji’s dick, all while sending her tumbling backward, landing on her back with an audible thud, legs spread wide, chest heaving for air, and her eyes crossed in a delirious euphoria.

“You should know better than using aphrodisiacs, pig. They only make tasty dicks feel a little…” trailing off, Sakura’s pink eyebrows furrowed together, a brief glance thrown in the direction of Choji’s groin. Since when had she liked the taste of…?

Even as that very question whirled around within her mind, Sakura’s emerald eyes remained steadfast, zeroing in on the very prize that Ino had so willingly dove down to acquire. Over the course of the years, Sakura had seen many men, naked and clothed, through her duty as Konoha’s greatest medic. However, based solely around that vast pool of knowledge, the asset presented to her was barely above average in size…

… yet, from the moment her eyes landed upon its twitching form, from the thick veins running along the underside of his shaft to the steady trickle of clear liquid that oozed forth from its head, something else resounded through her head.

Clearing her throat to draw Choji’s attention away from the ice cream before him, if only just for a moment, Sakura furrowed her eyebrows, putting on a look of professionalism that could be seen when entering her office during work hours.

“There seems to be an irregular… flavor involved with Ino’s contribution. Would you be so kind as to stand up so we- I mean, so that I can examine…” trailing off where she was, Sakura let out another cough, accompanied by a faint giggle that snuck its way forth out of nowhere. It would just be a routine inspection. Something powerful had been ingested, and in order to avoid any panic, she would inspect his…

Ignoring her own question, Sakura’s body moved on its own, crawling underneath the table to press her head up against the throbbing mast that made up Choji’s cock. Even before her eyes could adjust, her mouth moved forward, jaw falling agape as her tongue darted out, swiping up the bead of precum that had made its way out of his slit.

Somewhere in the back of her head, her inner-self screamed at her, yelling her consent while cheering her outer-self on, although, why she sat there, in much the same position as Ino had before her, Sakura herself did not know. What little she did know however was the taste rolling through her mouth. A single droplet was more than enough for her to feel it.

Choji’s precum was undeniably sweet, threatening to overpower her senses as if her blood sugar shot through the roof. Was this truly the result of an Akimichi’s diet?

Seated on her knees beneath the table, hands placed firmly atop Choji’s exposed thighs, Sakura Haruno’s eyes were screwed shut, a low purr resonating through her throat as her head bobbed on and off of Choji’s prick. No more than half would fit within her tiny mouth, for whenever her head would dip down further, a low retch would echo throughout the glade they were in.

His taste was incomparable to anything else; mind numbingly sweet, yet somehow not overpowering. Swirling her tongue over the swollen head within her mouth, Sakura let out a low hum, eyes slowly rolling into the back of her head as every droplet of sweetness washed through her body…

… at least until, with more force than she herself could have anticipated, the cock within her mouth withdrew, an audible slurp resounding through the air as Sakura was left there, eyes wide with bewilderment with strings of drool running down her chin and onto her vest.

“Get in line, Forehead. I’m his teammate, so I have the right to- Wooah!” Interrupted in the midst of her banter, Ino let out a low yelp; a sound that was made all the clearer when her chest was slammed down upon the table overhead.

Even before she could utter out a word of protest, Sakura watched on, from her place beneath the table, as Choji’s muscular legs closed in, pants around his ankles, whilst that very dick disappeared above the table. No more than a moment later, a loud feminine shriek resounded through the clearing, and, with more fervor than she herself knew she possessed, Sakura scrambled backward, mesmerized beyond belief by the very sound of her friend’s voice.

In the few moments it had taken her to react, Choji had closed in on his friend’s body, although, compared to when Sakura herself had yanked her away, Ino’s attire had been all but shed. A long, pale back covered near completely by Ino’s platinum colored hair stretched on atop the table, but more so than anything, two strong hands were clasped onto the bubbly cheeks of Ino’s rear, spreading them apart while continuously driving his hips forward.

Where the blonde Yamanaka matriarch had thrown her clothes, Sakura did not know, but, as her friend’s head lulled up and down atop the wooden table, the pink haired medic could scarcely find a fault with it all.

Somewhere in the back of her head, her mind screamed for her to think, to take a step back and think about her current scenario rationally. However, between what little she had tasted of Choji’s cum, as well as the fluorescent scent wafting through the air, the voice within her mind was all but ignored.

Taking but a single glance around their current location, Sakura’s hands twitched, the pool of liquid forming within her spandex shorts begging to be released; a request the medic herself would be more than happy to indulge. Although, once more, before she could even move to do so, a pair of pale, nimble hands closed in on the waistband of her shorts, and with a rather forceful tug as well as a lust drunk grin, Ino Yamanaka yanked down Sakura’s shorts, using her thumbs to pull away the thoroughly drenched panties beneath as well.

Grinning from ear to ear where she lay, a near delirious expression adorning her features, the hands that had torn down Sakura’s shorts shot back up, hugging the medic’s waist while yanking her forward with the force of Choji’s rampant thrusts. Already, her juices trickled down onto the grass between her feet, a sticky sheen adorning her thighs, but as the platinum haired woman’s gaze landed upon the sight before her, the cock hammering against her pristine pussy hardly even mattered.

Whether or not she shaved was beyond Ino’s imagination, but as her hands yanked Sakura’s groin closer, the medic’s hairless snatch was presented before her; hairless, pristine and undeniably underused.

Inching her head forward, drunk on liquid arousal and the fluorescent scent that wafted through the air, Ino’s lips fell agape, a long pink tongue darting out to swipe across the slit of Sakura’s pussy. Behind her back however, lost in the burning arousal keeping his hips ablaze, Choji pulled back, dick slipping free from Ino’s drenched entrance, before his thrusting sent it forward once more, sliding up along the drenched entrance he had fucked until it bumped up against the hole he had never claimed.

Letting out a violent yelp from her place on the table, there was naught more Ino could do than lay there, tongue buried within the folds of Sakura’s pussy, the medic’s hands holding onto her head for dear life, with a man’s cock, thicker than most, pressing up against the entrance to her backdoor.

Stifling the groan that threatened to overtake her tongue, Ino Yamanaka shuddered as, with the copious liquid oozing off of Choji’s shaft, the head of his cock pierced through her rosebud, sliding inside of her previously unused asshole with enough force to make the table beneath creak and quake. Even before she could tell him otherwise, Sakura’s grip on her head tightened, a hint of her infamous strength pushing the blonde’s head deeper between her legs, breaking up whatever she had meant to say.

A thrust forward, her nose bumping against Sakura’s clit, and a luscious moan spilling forth from the medic’s pink lips; then the cock within her ass retreated, leaving only the head inside before the rhythm began once more.

“Shoh…. fhullh-” Ino mumbled out, a strange sensation with her face full of pussy.

Although, her words had not gone completely unheard, for behind her back, with his hands pawing away at the bubbly butt he would normally have to reserve in advance, Choji pressed his weight down upon her rear, forcing the last inch of his cock inside with a slow, agonizing groan slipping through Ino’s lips; a sound that was all by muffled by the woman grinding her groin against her lips.

How much time had passed, the blonde could not know. Seconds? Minutes? Neither option seemed right, but at the mere thought of her chubby teammate lasting hours, she could hardly help but chuckle.

However, even as her mind pondered this, the pussy before her was removed, and as her lungs were filled with air once more, a scalding warmth spread throughout the insides of her ass. Choji had finished, his cum pouring forth inside of her rump, searing places that no man’s cum had ever reached, and with it, Ino herself could do naught more than shudder, a wet spray of juices squirting out from her snatch.

Laying there, atop a table they had brought, in the aftermath of a competition she could hardly recall, Ino Yamanaka shuddered, eyes slowly falling shut even as her lover’s cum bubbled out from her abused asshole.

‘When had he pulled-’ Even before her drowsy mind could ask the question, another sound echoed through the glade they were in; a sound she herself had heard too many times.

A woman’s moans.

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Off to the side, well beyond the table where a naked woman lay, Sakura Haruno was on the prowl, hips swaying in time with her steps, with only one goal set in her sights. Choji Akimichi stood before her, a hungering glare directed down upon the pale asshole before him, a stretched, gaping hole bubbling with cum.

The voice that had previously tried to dissuade her had long since drowned within the sea of arousal that spurred her on, a gurgling sound the only thing that remained even as Sakura strode forth.

Her pussy wept, her thighs were drenched and her garments had long since been discarded. Contrary to the rambunctious assets adorning Ino’s chest, Sakura was barely a handful in size, a pair of perky pink nipples standing up, awaiting attention that even she knew she would not receive. However, traveling down along the valley of an athletic stomach, with firmly defined abs and a slender waist, the pristine pussy of a woman in need would sway the Akimichi before her.

“Choji~” Sakura sang out, a sultry whisper to draw him in, along with a view that no horny man could ever resist. A naked woman drowning in her own desire, with a pair of emerald eyes fastened solely upon his throbbing cock.

True to her teacher’s words, a siren’s song drew Choji’s gaze towards her, an inviting sight kept his attention in place, and as their distance diminished, Sakura’s arms draped themselves around his neck, pressing her naked core against his groin with a promise of so very much more to come.

Tilting her head to the side, Sakura’s eyelids fluttered closed, plump pink lips falling apart as her head began to hover towards his…

… or so she thought, until the very hands that had held Ino down closed around her waist with enough force to bruise her skin, spinning the pink haired medic in place until her back was firmly placed against the plates of armor he still wore.

“Wait, Choji! I can- Uuah!” Letting out an eager yelp, Sakura shuddered, her legs rising up into the air as Choji’s grip shifted, moving down to press against the backside of her knees, forcibly spreading her legs apart, all the while holding her still.

Her pussy was exposed; the most sacred region of her body was free for anyone to see, but as she turned her head around to stare down into Choji’s face, another sensation coursed through her behind. Pressing up against her backdoor, the tip of Choji’s dick was nudged upward; the residual cum from his time in Ino’s ass coating his tip until, with a sharp thrust and a groan from her, Choji forced the head of his dick inside of her underused asshole.

Feeling her eyes begin their ascent into the back of her head, Sakura’s body stiffened, a deep shudder running through her body even as the aphrodisiac turned her pain into pleasure. With no more than an inch inside of her rear, Sakura came, her arms and legs tensing up, though to little avail.

Lowering her down inch by inch, the young Akimichi rolled his eyes, a deep grunt escaping his lips as Sakura’s walls tightened around his dick. Whether it was the ice cream or his own withdrawn nature, his body burned from liquid arousal, another load bubbling up within his balls even as Sakura’s body eased further and further down.

At last however, as Sakura’s body quivered beneath yet another strained orgasm, Choji’s cock sunk all the way to the base, the medic’s firm bubble butt pressing down against his groin whilst her chest heaved for air.

Held in place as she were, head rolled back to rest against Choji’s shoulder, eyes fully rolled into the back of her head from what should have been pain, Sakura Haruno could do naught more than quiver, the sensation of being pierced, stretched and so completely stuffed leaving her on the brink of orgasm already. Yet, even then, her body moved of its own accord, the walls of her asshole clenching and unclenching at will, rhythmically massaging the cock within, milking another load free from its balls…

… and she did, in fact, succeed.

Welling up within her ass, a scorching heat seared her insides, spreading throughout her tight canal at a speed that even her own mind could not comprehend. A splash of scalding water would be colder at that moment, and as a jet of warmth rushed up against the depths of her anal opening, rushing through the entirety of her being until, with what could only be called the strongest wave yet, Sakura’s body froze. Between her legs, her pussy wept, a stream of clear liquid shooting out, coating the grassy plains before the two of them with fervent abandon, yet even then, her insides were scorched.

It wasn’t until a solid minute had passed; a minute of being burned, filled and stretched, that Choji’s orgasm came to a halt. Although, even then, his cock remained as hard and steadfast as before, serving as a plug to keep the very liquid that scorched her inside, all the while, the grip on her legs began to slip.

For every passing minute, the cum within her asshole churned, swirling around and around as it delved deeper, warming her insides up all the while. If Sakura herself could choose, staying there, drowning in arousal and cum, with her own pussy drenched and ready to play. However… even as that thought crossed her mind, the hands beneath her knees slipped, sending her body tumbling forward, veering straight towards the ground, which in turn caused the cock still held within her rear to slip free.

With an audible thud, and a womanly groan, Sakura Haruno landed on her hands and knees, arms giving out immediately thereafter, leaving her rear held high in the air with small trickles of creamy delight oozing forth from her puckered asshole.

Laying there on the ground, with a sore asshole and a dripping pussy, one of her teacher’s lectures came crashing back, accentuated by an example once upon a time.

‘When dealing with an aroused Akimichi, be prepared for anything. Their expansion jutsu is not limited to any one part of their body.’

Even as that thought drifted through her head, the image of Tsunade Senju’s face, adorned by a smug grin, entered her mind. That lesson never had made sense to Sakura herself, though the lesson that came after on how to please a woman was always a pleasant memory within her-

“Partial-Expansion Jutsu!” A voice behind her rumbled, and as her head turned around to glance behind her shoulders, the lesson once learned came rushing back.

Resounding through the glade within the training ground were screams that could easily be mistaken for an animal’s, but, as far from civilization as they were, the groans, moans and screams of Sakura Haruno would never truly reach attentive ears.

At least, they would not reach the ears of anyone but Ino Yamanaka herself…
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