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Springtime of Youth	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > General Views: 21756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Springtime of Youth
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A/N: Hello once again. This time, we have quite a treat, as well as certain things I should go through before you read this story. This story is a follow-up on another one I wrote some time ago called "Prying Eyes," and this is an event that happens much later down that timeline. That being said, every relationship in this story is still intact. Everyone's relationships are open, and no one is being cheated on through the events of a drunken night of relaxation.
Without further ado, let's get right on into it~*

Springtime of Youth

Setting foot upon the tatami flooring of the women’s changing room, her eyes landed upon the sight laid bare before her, one hand gently clutching the top of a towel as her legs carried her forward once more. The Konoha hot springs were completely empty, save for the ladies about to set foot in its scalding water.

The darkness of night had long since fallen over the streets of Konoha, and with it, the true nightlife of the village was set ablaze. Bars, nightclubs and any other establishment came to life, all with recruiters of various ages trying to pull people in for an evening of entertainment. However, what happened in the center of town mattered little for them.

Walking up to the very edge of the pool, past the tatami mats within the changing room, beyond the wooden pavilion that stretched on outside, Hinata Hyuga eased herself down to a crouch, dipping one foot down into the steaming pool of water. One of the few benefits of being the heir to a revered clan was the perks that followed, one such perk being the ability to reserve the local hot spring for an evening every now and then. At that moment however, even that thought was far from her mind.

Even as she eased her legs down into the scalding depths of the women’s hot spring, the voices behind her back phased back into existence, and with them, the pale eyed heir was reminded of her company that evening.

The usual gang was brought together for another evening out, another ladies’ night if one were to deem it as such. On the side, Sakura and Tenten were washing off lightly, talking to one another about something the Hyuga heiress couldn’t make out, though behind her back, walking up without so much as a care in the world, Ino and Temari made their way towards the pool from a different angle, a broad grin adorning the former’s face as the towel meant to cover up was lazily thrown aside; every ounce of pale, creamy skin put on full display for the ladies present. A sight Hinata had seen more in the past month than she had ever done before.

The sigh that reverberated through the quiet evening air could not have been more joyous, nor was it subdued as another two joined in thereafter. From the very moment Hinata’s feet were submerged, to the moment her hand cautiously undid the towel around her bosom, her nerves all but melted. Easing herself an inch forward only heightened the sensation all the more as her groin, stomach and chest followed suit shortly thereafter.

“The water is perfect~” Ino’s voice rang out from Hinata’s right, a melodic tone accompanying the gasp of being devoured whole by the scalding water.

A humm of agreement came from the only other woman to join the two, with Temari swiftly sinking down until her toned rear slid across the finely maintained stone seats beneath the water.

Through all the years she could recall, through the many wars that had engulfed the world, and through the very destruction of Konoha itself, the hot springs had remained the same. The twin pools that made up that particular spring were as natural as they could be; so much so that the building had been set up around them to keep it authentic. The only thing used to disrupt the flow of the water was a wooden divider, made in a way to offer an ounce of privacy for whomever ventured into the pools. Although, as Hinata herself could attest to, there was something special about the very pool her body melted into.

According to Sakura, the owner of the hot spring had commissioned the first female Hokage to create a liquidized healing salve that could blend in with warm water. The success of that project was classified, but there was no mistaking the soothing sensation that tickled the skin once fully submerged. An unnatural addition that could restore a shinobi’s Chakra in mere minutes, though too much exposure could lead to an addiction to the very sensation.

Tipping her head backward as that singular thought left her mind, the subtle sound of someone else entering the pool reached her ears, quickly followed by the ruffling of cloth as the fine linen towels offered to them were set aside on the stone shore around the spring.

A moment later, the Hyuga dared to open an eye, being greeted with the clear, albeit steamy sight of her friends melting away within the pools she loved so much.

“Anyone care for a little Sake?” Ino chimed in, breaking the faintest silence that had stretched on between them. “There’s a cupboard right beside the pool.”

“Why not?” Temari voiced her agreement, the smile on her lips was apparent through her tone alone.

Another muffled greeting resounded from her left, and, before knowing so herself, Hinata peeked over to the right just in time for Ino Yamanaka to rise up from the pool; barely enough to let her firm butt poke out of the water, but more than enough for Hinata’s eyes to zero in on what hid between her friend’s legs. A subtle curve along the crease of her rump, and a rippling hole presenting itself for anyone to touch. They had done so no more than a week prior…

“This is how they get you in hot springs,” Ino mouthed out, picking out two black, unlabeled bottles and five small cups. “Placing the alcohol no more than a foot from the water, I mean.”

Snapping her eyes back to stare down into the hazy depths of the hot spring, Hinata’s face flushed; a sight she could chalk up to the warmth creeping up her spine. She had been staring for a while…

Although, unknowingly, her lavender colored eyes had not been alone in staring into the creek between Ino’s firm cheeks, for no more than a few spots further to her left, the singular brunette of their group still stared, an eyebrow raised and a lecherous grin adorning her already tipsy lips.

“Could you get the bottle in the back, Ino? The strong stuff is always in the back.” Tenten was undoubtedly the most innocent of the group, though her presence was noted all the same.

She had no partner, nor did she have a girlfriend to come back home to, but all the same, as Ino let out a low grunt from leaning even further in, back arched with her long platinum colored hair tied into a tight ponytail, more and more of her ass arose from the depths of the water. When the blonde at last grasped the cork of the bottle Tenten desired, the top of her thighs were out as well, leaving her every quirk for the ladies to see; from the quivering hole of a freshly fingered ass to the not so subtle lips of a puffy pussy. Ino had it all in that regard, but alas, her body had been defiled by a man of all things…

“Ooh~ Yeah, this one looks good. I’ve seen the brand before!” Either unknown or uncaring, Ino set the bottles aside, picking up the five cups she had originally wanted before sinking back down into the pool with a shudder.

Already, Hinata could see them move. On her left, Tenten and Sakura had spread out a tiny bit, the former sitting as close to the other side of the hot spring as she could, whilst Sakura sat diagonally from where Temari now was.

In the blink of an eye, a small floating tray was pushed over towards Hinata, a cup filled to the brim adorning its surface. She hadn’t so much as moved or talked since arriving!

Although, as Hinata Hyuga gazed down into the depths of her cup, a frown already adorning her features, she knew very well that complaining brought with it nothing short of an endless rambling…

… with that thought firmly in mind, a manicured hand arose from the steaming water, lifting the cup up towards her pink lips before tipping the tiniest sip into her mouth. She would drink, but only for a bit.

“So, how is the lovelife coming along, Hina?” The moment the alcohol had grazed her lips, Hinata choked, face warming up until even her ears were tinted red.

Of course Ino would zero in on that… the moment she took a sip, no less.

Sputtering where she sat, naked amidst her friends with a cup of Sake in her gentle grasp, Hinata’s thighs shifted beneath the surface, her teeth biting into her bottom lip a moment later. Ever since she had told her friends about that encounter, about what she did with her boyfriend in bed, they had yet to cease their questioning. Sakura, at least, had the decency to ask more modest questions, such as how their day had been or how the weekend was. Tenten would only ever ask about her, having no apparent interest in her boyfriend whatsoever. Temari and Ino however… the two of them were by far the more sexually attuned in their group, knowing exactly which buttons to push and exactly when to push them to make her react.

How their relationship was however… whimpering internally, Hinata’s thighs rubbed together, her groin aching with need despite the mere hours that had passed since she last… did it. Her libido was out of control, so much so that her boyfriend had had to adapt a technique used by his rival on every occasion he could. Public blowjobs, exhibitionistic walks in the park, skinny dipping at the beach… anal when they visited the Hyuga Clan compound… the list went on and on, yet her arousal would return no more than an hour later, if not faster.

“W-we’re fine. Uhm, we haven’t, I mean, t-that is to say…” trailing off, Hinata eased herself further down into the water until even her nose was submerged. Her friends hadn’t believed her about liking anal, so how could she even….?

Luckily for her however, another voice broke through the silence, sending Ino and Temari’s eyes elsewhere altogether. “I don’t know about her, but someone in my neighborhood just can’t stop fucking! I swear, it sounds like a woman is being gangbanged daily, just based on the screams echoing through the streets!”

Downing the cup that had been sent her way, Tenten clinked it down before sliding it back over towards Ino, downright demanding another round even before Hinata had finished half of her first one. “Like, how on earth can someone go that long, every single night? At least give the whore some cash before you break her ass.” Rolling her eyes at her own comment, Tenten graciously accepted a second round, tipping the cup high in the air no more than a moment later.

“Every night around midnight?” Sakura checked, receiving a snort and a nod from the brunette. “That’s in your neighborhood? I can literally hear it a district over!”

“Wasn’t there a rumor about a woman running around naked in the middle of the night a month ago?” Temari murmured, gingerly sipping her own shot in the process. “Did they catch whoever did that? Or, was it only a rumor after all?”

“What about the so-called vandalism on the Hokage monument? Sai-kun mentioned finding, and I quote, drenched lingerie atop the Third’s headband.” Ino chimed in, an unreadable expression adorning her features as she spoke up.

The more the conversation shifted, the more it fell in terms of credibility, moving on until another round of rumored exploits had passed along the ladies present; without so much as a single comment from the Hyuga heiress whose face was as red as it could become. Although, luckily enough, when she at last resurfaced enough to take another sip of Sake, her company shrugged it off as a side effect of being underwater too long.

Rather than continue the conversation however, the lone brunette in the group paused, an empty cup of alcohol in her grasp as her gaze flickered between Ino and Hinata.

“Hey, which one of you two are bigger?” She asked aloud, a finger rubbing at her chin as her eyes landed upon Hinata’s heaving breasts. “Like, Hina’s tits are pretty big, but what about you, Ino?”

As quickly as the debates had begun, they all but ended, an awkward silence came crashing down upon them, though not one that neither party present could handle.

The heat that had once adorned Hinata’s cheeks redoubled, a true blush adorning the entirety of her face in a manner of seconds, whilst her arms instinctively rose to cover her breasts, despite them being fully submerged. However, no more than a few feet to her right, Ino’s lips rose into a devious smirk, her arms sliding beneath her chest to push her breasts out all the more.

“I think Hinata is bigger, but mine are way perkier. I wouldn’t mind a little comparison though~” Ino sang out, already rising up from the pool to stride towards her blushing friend.

All the while, from the moment her rump rose above the water’s edge, her breasts were put on full display. Pale globes of utter perfection, spotless in every definition of the word, capped with a pair of pink nipples that beckoned one’s eyes to stare. And stare their judges did.

Biting her bottom lip at her friend’s approach, the arms wrapped around her chest tightened, wanting nothing more than to hide herself in the depths of the water they shared. Wherein Hinata wasn’t small by any means, nor did the thought of comparing herself to her friend bring with it any amount of disgust, but somewhere between her thighs, the thought of standing up to prove her superiority was endlessly delightful. Feeling her flush deepen however, Hinata remained where she was, legs pressed tightly together, arms wrapped around her regal bosom, with her eyes frantically moving from Tenten’s lecherous grin to Temari and Sakura’s curious gazes.

“Either stand up or answer any one question truthfully,” Temari chimed in from the side, her voice as passive as ever even while giving her an out.

“Q-question… ask i-” She began, though before she even had the time to finish, Ino leant down, pressing her lips against her own in a ferocious kiss.

Her eyes widened, her face grew slack, but all the same, Hinata could do nothing more than stare into her friend’s closed eyes.

Ino’s kiss was rough, akin to the sensation of being claimed, and as she opened her mouth to let loose a yelp, her friend’s tongue darted out, brushing up against her own a moment later. Rough, coarse swipes, two hands atop her shoulders, and their breasts slowly pressing up against one another as Ino sank down into a crouch beneath the waves.

How much time had come and gone, Hinata did not know. Seconds? Minutes? Maybe so much as an hour could have been spent like that, subdued and pressed down against the rocky seat that she had sat in so many times before. However, as her chest burned and her eyes began to roll towards the back of her head, the hold on her lips was released, a string of saliva connecting her tongue to Ino’s as the blonde matriarch stepped back.

“Do you like kissing me more than your boyfriend?” The question was sharp, to the point, and not wholly unexpected. Yet, the answer to it...

“S-Sasuke-kun is gentler... “ turning her eyes to the side, Hinata’s cheeks burned brighter than her boyfriend’s fireball jutsu. “Y-you, uhm… taste good?”

Nodding her head in thought where she stood, Ino took a step back, falling down into the stone shaped seat directly opposite from where Hinata sat. With a gesture of her hand however, another splash resounded, and with it, Tenten moved towards her, all but crawling over Sakura, pressing her athletic, bubbly butt against the medic’s face, before hovering above the breasts she had longed to measure.

“My question is~” taking a deep breath in the middle of her sentence, Tenten dipper her head down, the steamy water obscuring her form for the briefest moment before a sharp moan echoed through the glade-like scenery of the hot spring.

Barely hidden beneath the steam and the water, Tenten’s head shimmered in place where Hinata’s thighs connected; her head shaking back and forth as a steady stream of bubbles resurfaced above her head. Beneath the water as it was, the event was hidden from plain sight, but even still, Hinata’s hands clenched and unclenched beneath the steaming water. When her brunette friend delved deeper still, brushing her nose past a particular spot, Hinata Hyuga’s mouth fell agape, her legs spreading wider for the briefest moment before, with her deprived mind behind the motion, her thighs rose up to clamp down around Tenten’s head; locking the brunette kunoichi in place while pushing her friend’s head deeper and deeper down against her snatch.

A minute passed like that, another moan and an outdrawn whine slipping past her lips, followed by a shudder so strong that Hinata’s body went limp where she sat, shapely butt plastered down in the rocky seat of the hot spring, before Tenten’s brown buns returned from the depths. With her return however, a cheeky grin and a face flushed from heat hovered above Hinata’s breasts once more, one hand eagerly placed atop Hinata’s right breast as she awaited the resurrection of her friend.

“Do you like it better when I eat you out in public or when he,” at the mere mention of him, Tenten’s voice turned venomous. “eats you out at home?”

The second question had sent her into a state of euphoria, her body quaking in the aftermath of what she had never thought she’d do. Beneath the water, Tenten had pressed her face down against her snatch, eagerly licking away at her unguarded pussy without drowning herself. The mere thought was enough to stoke the fire that was her exhibitionistic side…

“Y-you…” she heaved out, a full minute after the assault against her womanhood had subsided. “N-no more… please?”

Almost as if her plea had fallen on deaf ears, Tenten used a hand to lift one of Hinata’s breasts, tongue swiping out against the pink, puffy nipple that presented itself.

“How many times have you used protection when having sex?” Sakura asked, a more concerned question than anything else, but as Hinata’s pale eyes swiveled around to helplessly look at her friend, the faintest blush spread across her cheeks. Did she know…?

Gulping down the moan that threatened to break free from Tenten’s ministrations, Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed, her internal clock making her ponder what took him so long… yet, there were two questions left; one more after the one she was currently asked.

“I, uh… he usually pulls out…” she trailed off, an awkward shiver coursing down her back; one Tenten luckily mistook for her own handiwork. “He likes seeing me… like that.”

It wasn’t a lie in and off of itself… she was the one that insisted on being facialized, but her boyfriend hadn’t told her no yet. Walking around with a fresh coat of paint was simply too refreshing for her to ever stop requesting…

Preemptively turning her attention to the last remaining member of their group, Hinata stared over at Temari, a helpless look adorning her features as she stared at the only married woman at the hot spring.

“I don’t really have anything.” Temari spoke, a simple reply that was more of a relief for Hinata than anything else. “Although… have you ever wanted to have an orgy with us?”

Before she so much as had a chance to answer, a single sound broke apart any and all conversations between the ladies present. On the other end of the divider, the sound of a wooden door sliding open broke through the air, and with it, the sound of heavy, confident strides sent everyone’s gazes towards the wooden divider blocking their view.

Whoever had reserved the men’s side of the hot spring had finally decided to arrive, and knowing full well that there was someone there, the rumors about a lone exhibitionist quieted down; disappearing in its entirety as Ino’s cyan eyes landed upon the divider itself.

A heavy sigh, a light dip from someone slipping into the hot water, and the ruffling of cloth as their linen towel was folded up and placed on the rocks behind their head.

However, as he quieted down on the other side, the sound of water shifting resounded from the other side of the spring, and, as Hinata turned her head towards the source, she was met with the sight of Ino, standing up in the middle of the pool with everything from the middle of her thighs blatantly visible.

Without so much as a sound, the blonde sauntered her way across the hot spring, curvaceous hips and firm rump swaying tactfully for them to behold. The moment she reached the edge however, her hands latched onto the shore, all but crawling her way out of the water like a huntress on the prowl.

From their perspective however, all they could see was Ino’s rear, pointed heavensward as her back naturally arched. In no time at all, the blonde predator had reached the divider, silently crawling down the length of the barrier until she reached the very edge of the women’s side, right beside the stone cliff used as a natural barrier.

When she arrived at last however, on her hands and knees, ass reared back with her legs spread wide, the blonde’s head moved along the far side until at last, one of her hands moving up to form the hand signs to release a Genjutsu. As she approached the far end of the divider however, right around a particularly empty and disinteresting area, a gleaming light began to shimmer, flaring up for the briefest moment before dying down altogether. What had once been a perfectly fine divider had transformed, a hole the size of two fists carved out from the wood at the height of an average man’s waist.

Turning her head over to look towards her pink haired friend, Ino jerked her head sideways, all but commanding Sakura to come over with her. All the while however, as if she could feel the eyes boring into the gap between her thighs, the blonde spread her legs the tiniest bit more, twisting over to accommodate the arrival of her friend as the two shared the hole in the wall…

… at least until Ino’s body flinched, her mouth falling agape as her back straightened out. In the blink of an eye, the curvaceous blonde had fallen over where she previously sat, a silly expression adorning her face as Sakura merely shook her head.

Whatever they had seen had been enough to send the Ino Yamanaka into the ground. Her legs twitched, her breasts jiggled, and all the while, Hinata could have sworn to have heard a faint giggle emanating from her otherwise unconscious body.

Shaking her head at her friend’s antics, Sakura Haruno scooted ever closer, bending forward until she, too, had her back arched with her ass in the air. For the women watching, the sight wasn’t quite what it had been with the blonde matriarch, but alas, wherein Ino Yamanaka excelled in almost every female aspect, Sakura was not left behind wherein her rear was concerned. What poked out towards the women in the pool was a firm ass, hardened to perfection over the course of many years of training, while still maintaining its bubbly shape.

From Hinata’s perspective, the grin that adorned Tenten’s lips was as clear as day, and whether or not the pink haired woman knew that someone stared at her so intently, her back was arched even more. Subtly, the Hyuga heiress let her eyes trail downward, gazing through the hazy water of the hot spring to where one of the brunette’s hands were resting; moving back and forth between her legs rhythmically.

“What’s wrong, Sakura?” Temari asked at last, breaking the silence that had stretched on when the two girls went off to stare through a disguised hole in the wall.

Rather than answering, the pink haired medic simply waved her hand, beckoning the Suna matron to join her at the hole. Before she could however, the blonde beside her awoke once more, though with her awakening, a look of utmost determination adorned her features.

All but pushing Sakura to the side, Ino Yamanaka positioned herself by the wooden divider, spreading her legs wider than anyone present had seen her do before. Clicking her tongue subtly where she sat, the blonde went on to let out a wolf whistle, knocking on the divider itself a moment later to gain the attention of her target. It wasn’t until then that the man beyond the divider turned his head their way, A face shrouded in steam glaring their way almost immediately.

Shuddering where she sat, Ino’s cyan eyes zeroed in on what she could see, once more reminded of a true shinobi. Through the heavy steam that spread throughout the entire hot spring, a toned, albeit pale chest could be seen. Chiseled muscles befitting a deity, broad shoulders and arms that looked strong enough to lift her with ease, along with an angular jaw that made her whimper internally.

While the water itself obscured a majority of her sight, there was no denying what she thought she saw beneath its surface. A thick, lengthy slab of meat, barely visible while still leaving her on edge. If anyone so much as touched her pussy at that moment, the blonde matriarch had no doubt that she would cum on the spot.

When the sound of rushing water reached her ears however, Ino’s eyes grew wide, her mouth falling agape while her body shook from the tiniest orgasm. The thing she thought she had seen beneath the water’s surface eventually resurfaced, swinging between his equally chiseled thighs as the man arose from the depths of the hot spring. Had it not been for the steam rising up to cover his face, then Ino might have found herself the dream of her youth.

Resting on her laurels before the hole in the divider, Ino Yamanaka heaved in a deep breath, cyan eyes sparkling with glee at what she knew to be beyond the wall. For every passing second, she could hear his feet, slowly approaching the hole with the utmost caution, however, when at last it was within reach, Ino leaned forward, allowing her mouth to fall agape to present her tongue through the hole.

Beyond the divider, a dark snicker could be heard; one that sent a cold shiver straight towards the blonde’s groin, but, before she could react, a heavy warmth pressed itself up against her outstretched tongue.

Staring down with wide, bewildered eyes, Ino Yamanaka visibly shuddered, the cold shiver from before returning once more as she caught sight of what now rested against her tongue. It was massive, it’s head alone proving the equal of her mouth in size. Even still, she persevered, holding her ground as inch upon glorious inch of masculine dominance was slid down her throat. Already, she could have sworn that she felt the head of his cock pressing up against the back of her throat, a faint gag threatening to overtake her.

It wasn’t until a heavy thud resounded through the thin divider that she knew she could pull back; a sizable pair of balls hanging just outside of view on the other side of the wall.

Tightening her lips around the base of his cock, Ino Yamanaka’s eyes gleamed, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips despite the sizable cock stretching them wide. Inch after inch slid free from her luscious lips, a sense of utter masculinity and power remaining on her tongue until, with a wet pop, the head of his cock escaped the captivity of her lips. Although, it wasn’t until she leaned back, one hand firmly grasping the base of his cock, that Ino’s head returned to regard the rest of her friends.

There it hung, drooping down beneath its own weight, glistening with saliva from its brief respite in Ino’s throat. Calling it long would be an unjust understatement. Regarding it as thick would burn them later. By Ino’s own estimate, it was easily as long as her forearm; meaning almost a foot of delicious man meat. Its thickness however… even with a hand wrapped around its base, her fingers couldn’t reach one another.

“Who’s first?” Was all she asked, a sultry look shifting between Sakura’s baffled expression, over to the furious blush that forever adorned Hinata’s face, then back over to Temari, the one whose expression was one of haughtiness.

The question in and off of itself was rhetorical, for the moment it left her lips, Ino once more arched her back, leaning down to capture the head of his cock with her tongue, easily devouring the first half of his monstrous length. If she knew one thing, and only one thing, it was undoubtedly how to give head; or so the Yamanaka matriarch proudly reminded herself.

Relaxing her throat as much as she could, Ino tipped her head back, carefully sliding inch after inch down her throat, swirling her tongue around the underside of his shaft while teasing the very base of his cock with her hand. Even with a third remaining, her throat remained lax, no gag in sight even as she continued the journey down. It wasn’t until the ten inch mark was reached that the blonde’s eyes twitched, her throat tightening up for the briefest moment before heavily gulping down another inch.

Then, and only then, did she smile victoriously, lips stretched wide by cock with a shrewd mockery of a smile adorning her very lips. She still had it!

From there however, the real task came. With well practiced motions, the blonde pulled her head back once more, moving back until half of his cock was out, before diving back down, near instantly devouring the length of his prick. That was the pace she had always liked, roughly slamming her head down, deepthroating as much as she could even as her lungs screamed for air. Pulling out, giving the base of his cock a few quick pumps with her hand, before diving back down, devouring every single inch like a madwoman would.

Exchanging a glance behind the spectacle playing out before them, Temari and Sakura nodded before rising up, the second blonde of the group wanting to get a closer look on what her fellow blonde dealt with. On her end, Hinata could hardly seem to move, reclining fully in the depths of the waters with a wobbly smile appearing and disappearing along the way. Tenten was Tenten… there was no need to ask if she wanted to look at a woman giving head.

Waddling through the steaming water, breasts swaying and butt jiggling in time with her every step, it wasn’t long before Temari stepped up beside the edge of the pool, one hand reaching over to gingerly stroke Ino’s arched back. Already, from simply moving there, Temari’s gaze landed upon the thing sticking out of the gloryhole Ino had revealed. Based solely around the fact that her fellow blonde fervently worshipped its length, she could only assume that it had some size to it…

… until Ino Yamanaka withdrew fully, one hand stroking the slick length of his cock, a string of saliva running from her mouth to its tip.

“What the…” Temari began, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as she tried to make words come out. Although, the only word that did cross her mind didn’t fit into any sentence.

“Get in line, Temari-san.” A growl from Ino’s left caused a feral smirk to cross the sandy blonde woman’s lips, for even as Ino lapped at the head of the cock before her, Sakura sat on her knees, intently staring at the pulsating sight before her.

Shaking her head however, Temari simply stepped up beside her fellow blonde, taking a sideways view of the cock that hung out from the wooden divider.

Whether she noticed her fellow blonde or the bickering between her friends, no one knew, for a moment later, she tilted her head back, jaw slack as she devoured the cock before her once more; one smooth motion following through until her nose bumped up against the divider.

What she hadn’t expected however was that, when her nose did hit it, a hand would latch onto the back of her head, holding her in place where she sat without so much as a chance to break free. Combining that with the sensation of something wet running up the length of her snatch sent a shiver up her spine, the cyan eyes of a nymphomaniac slowly rolling up into the back of her head as her arms shook.

On her side, Temari held her in place, right hand moving up to grope one of her own sizeable breasts. Behind her however, unbeknownst to Ino herself, two brown buns dipped up and down, Tenten’s hands happily pulling her friend’s ass cheeks apart to grant her an even better view of what awaited her there. Up by Ino’s head however, clutched in her grasp as it was, Temari yanked her fellow blonde’s head backward, forcibly face fucking her on the cock that seemingly went on and on in its length.

No more than a few licks in had Ino’s body buckling, her arms threatening to give out where she sat, but with the hand using her head like a toy for the male beyond the barrier, there was simply no way for her to pull off. Worse than that was easily the way her lungs burned, craving air more than her pussy craved cock.

How long had gone, Ino couldn’t know, but as the iron grip on her hair was released at last, and as the tongue lapping away at her folds moved higher, Ino Yamanaka surged back, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body shook beneath her friend’s ministrations. A small, miniscule orgasm derived purely from the thrill of giving head, coupled with a much larger orgasm brought about by a woman whose tongue work was flawless and precise.

Behind her butt, Tenten hummed a merry tune, eagerly running her tongue up from the dripping slit between Ino’s legs, until it circled around the quivering hole hidden between luscious cheeks.

Although, before she could so much as poke her tongue there, Ino slumped over, legs giving out so much so that she fell over onto her side, head landing atop Temari’s thighs whilst the Suna siren merely chuckled. “Go ahead, pinkie~”

With an indigidant huff and a roll of her eyes, Sakura shuffled over on her knees, ignoring the gleeful squeal that slipped past Tenten’s lips as another shapely rear was placed directly before her. However, being where she was at the time…

Gulping heavily, it was only then, as she stared down the beast before her, that Sakura Haruno’s eyes adjusted to the sight. From the side, it had looked big, but from the front? It drooped down beneath its own weight, the head was swollen and almost purple, yet the sheer length of it all made her throat dry.

From the veins pulsating up along its length, to the sizable balls she could barely see through the bottom of the gloryhole, Sakura’s mind whirled, the faintest thought entering her mind even as she wrapped her hands around its base. She knew she had seen it before, somewhere. Had he been one of her patients? Did she know anyone as hung as that…?

The thoughts whirled on, question upon question arising within her mind, yet, when at last her lips fell agape and her tongue lolled out to swipe across his monstrous head, Sakura’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head. With a fervor that was only ever seen when Naruto brought forth his clones, Sakura Haruno swallowed the cockhead presented before her, the tiniest pang of guilt echoing through her heart before that, too, was devoured whole.

Its taste was divine; a heavy kick straight to her gut, with a lingering sweetness that made her pussy squirt at the merest taste of his precum. Moaning around his head, Sakura’s eyes crossed, a euphoric bliss settling within her mind as her hands began to move on their own, nimble fingers working the length of his saliva slickened shaft whilst her head bobbed up and down, hardly taking more than his head.

Another droplet of precum sprayed out from the slit atop his dick, and as it rained down upon her tongue, Sakura’s body stiffened, an orgasmic squeal reverberating through her throat long before Tenten’s hands could even land upon her rump. Divine was an understatement, one she would gladly spend a life of cock addicted servitude to make up for, yet even then, the medic had no other word to describe its luster.

Without so much as a care in the world, she pressed her head even further ahead, both hands grasping the very base of his cock with bruising force, though the thought never once crossed her mind thereafter. An audible retch, a strangled gag, and a cough that sent spittle running down her chin echoed through the air, but she hardly had the time to care. Her fingers moved, the spit from Ino’s throat lubricating her motions, but even then, she could hardly hold back.

Deeper she went, diving deeper than she herself normally liked, so much so that another retch forced the cock to withdraw, pulling back through the hole until the cockhead within her mouth was forcibly pulled out.

Heaving for the air she had not realized she needed, Sakura coughed, perky breasts rising up and down as she greedily gulped down air once more. How on earth had Ino managed for so long?

“You’re too eager, pinkie,” a strong, female voice echoed from her right, but whom it was was beyond Sakura’s tear filled eyes to see. “Here, let me show you how to suck a dick.”

In a manner of seconds, she was pushed aside, one hand resting atop her mound, pawing at the faint pink hairs above her clit before a thumb all but inserted itself inside of her snatch. Temari hovered above her, sizable breasts jiggling as she sat down, her right hand darting up to pull the cock back into view; a view that was all too soon blocked out as a tanned groin hovered above her head.

Whereas Temari had taken command, Tenten had grown bored, the brunette settling down atop Sakura’s head, facing far away from the throbbing thing that poked through the wall. No more than a moment after placing herself there, Sakura’s tongue slid out, brushing up against the folds so swollen by arousal that Tenten herself had nearly joined in on their fun.

On Temari’s side however, as her lesbian friend took charge, her eyes zeroed in on the cock that Sakura had almost choked to softness. It was larger than Shikamaru’s, without a doubt, but after all was said and done, a cock was a cock, and she knew how to please them as well as her fellow blonde, if not even better.

Casting aside her doubts, Temari surged forth, holding her friend’s cock steady while taking it all down her throat, setting herself a rough pace no more than a second after devouring its length. Whenever she dived down, the sheer girth of his cock caused her throat to bulge out, though whenever she pulled off, her hands would replace what her throat had once hugged, stroking his length fast and hard, ignoring the masculine groans that echoed from beyond the wall. On and off, her head bobbing back and forth at a faster pace than Ino herself could boast, all the while, the fingers of her left hand played with her pink haired friend, grinding down against her clit while thumbing the insides of her snatch.

Her relationship with Shikamaru was an open one, so for her sake, she felt no guilt nor shame from appreciating what was laid bare before her. However, what the sandy blonde did mind was the audacity to comply with her fellow blonde’s offer.

Sending a glare over her shoulder, Temari could see her, cyan eyes turned their way, eyes hooded and filled with lust, all the while staring at the cock that disappeared within Temari’s throat every other second. For a soon-to-be married woman such as her to parade around in the nude, to display her form for any man she liked, was as audacious as the man that now presented his length from them to enjoy.

Allowing a smirk to cross her lips, a strange enough sight considering her mouth and throat was full of cock, the sandy blonde could already imagine her friend’s cries for mercy; a stirring in her loins from the thought of punishing Ino Yamanaka for her rampant desires.

So caught up in her thoughts was she that, when the blonde she had glared at suddenly arose, it caught her off guard altogether.

“I’m coming over.” She proudly declared, curvaceous frame put on full display, from the perkiness of her breasts to the near heart shaped form of her ass.

Furrowing her brows where she sat, Temari pulled her head off of his cock, panting lowly to herself as she, too, regained her breath. However, even as the thought formed within her head, she had no time at all to ask the question she wanted answered, for right then and there, Ino Yamanaka put on a burst of speed, showing off the strength of a longtime kunoichi by vaulting over the wooden divider that hid their prize away.

Long before her feet hit the ground on the men’s side of the hot spring, the cock within Temari’s grasp burst, a thick plume of bright white smoke showing it off as a Shadow Clone. A clone that had lasted that long…..?

“Oh my god! You dirty-”

From where they sat, with Sakura’s mouth being put to the test, with Tenten’s low moans echoing through the women’s side of the hot spring, with Temari’s eyes wide and bewildered at the dick that was no more, Ino’s voice broke off as soon as it has appeared, an audible squeal, much akin to that of a Banshee’s wail, resounded through the area, but even then, it disappeared soon thereafter, replaced in its entirety by a loud, gurgling moan.

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Letting out a dejected sigh from where she sat, Tenten pushed herself up from where she sat, ignoring the look she received from Sakura as she sauntered off towards the women’s changing rooms, making sure to walk close enough to Hinata for the Hyuga to hear her.

“Thank you for inviting me, Hinata. I don’t think this is anything for me anymore though,” furrowing her eyebrows as she spoke, another audible moan from beyond the barrier made her frown. She really didn’t like men…

“It’s alright, Ten-chan,” Hinata began, twisting around in the hot spring before rising up out of its waters, one hand reaching out for her towel. “I should get ready too.”

Eyeing her friend up curiously for a moment, yet another gurgling retch from beyond the divider snapped her back to the moment, and with an indigidant huff, the brunette walked off through the entrance; stepping back into the dressing room before near immediately taking a right.

The women’s changing rooms were had a strange setup, supposedly a twinge of inspiration from its owner sometime during the last year or so. Against the right wall, several private changing rooms were set up akin to booths, complete with doors you could swing closed in case you disliked the thought of getting changed with others. To the left however, the brunette could see the shelves that Temari and Ino had used, partially due to the lacy purple panties dangling out from the basket that Ino herself had used.

Tossing her towel down towards a linen basket to her right, Tenten’s eyes slid closed, another sigh escaping her lips as she rolled her shoulders. Despite all else, what had to have been close to an hour in a hot spring had worked wonders, partially due to her being able to talk to people about her neighbors, as well as the scalding warmth that put her nerves at ease. At least, until he had to appear.

Stepping through the door to the farthest booth, Tenten turned around, naked back facing the mirror placed on the far side while using her left hand to pull the door shut. All she had to do now was get dressed, put in the plug she near permanently walked around with, and then head home for some R&R…

… although, no more than a second after she set foot in there, her arms were yanked backward, held in place despite her struggles, and as her eyes widened and her mouth fell agape, a hand latched itself across her lips; silencing the weapons’ mistress where she stood.

“Don’t make a sound,” a deep voice breathed into her ear, more masculine than any she knew, yet somehow familiar. “I didn’t think you would be the first to join in on this, she figured it would be Sakura, if not Temari~”

Behind her back, rubbing against the firmness of her bubbly butt, something hard began to grind up against her lower lips, sending a shudder through Tenten’s body where she stood. It was him, the man from beyond the divider! Opening her mouth against his palm, Tenten’s voice rang out, though no more than a moment later, his voice once more reached her ears, silencing her cries then and there.

“Did you like listening in to us at night? Every single night, past midnight.” The grip around her wrists tightened, causing Tenten to flinch, but even still her mind whirled with thoughts. “She wanted to be loud just for you, you know. Hinata always was a screamer when I fucked her in a special way.”

Almost as if to punctuate his point, the man behind her back thrust his hips forward, the lengthy slab of meat she had seen before sliding up between her toned cheeks; past the puckered hole leading into her most well used entrance.

“Imagine that, Hinata Hyuga, an innocent little angel, writhing in bed as her ass gets-” delivering another thrust, Tenten’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her thighs quivering against her will as the thoughts from many nights before came rushing back. “fucked. You wouldn’t believe it, but she enjoys anal quite a bit.”

Quivering in place, Tenten’s heart beat harder than ever before, her mind zeroing in on the words he whispered into her ear. Hinata Hyuga, naked and sweaty, splayed out across her bed entered her mind, and for the twentieth time that day, Tenten whimpered; a needy, outdrawn whimper accompanied by a yelp as the broad head of Hinata’s boyfriend slid back down along her crack, dipping down until it prodded against her drenched cunt.

Heaving in a deep breath through her nose, Tenten’s body froze, her lips quivering from the thoughts coursing through her head. Hinata was her neighbor. Hinata was the one that kept her awake at night. Hinata was naked, no more than a few feet away. Hinata was-

With a sharp thrust upward, Tenten’s mouth fell agape, her hips jerking in place as she tried to escape the spear that pierced through her dripping pussy. It was thick, much more so than any amount of fingers or toys she had used before, stretching her out to the very limits, but even then, her mind could not comprehend it; it was simply filled with the thoughts of Hinata Hyuga, naked, a dark grin plastered across her features, with a rather lengthy strap-on poised to claim her snatch.

Another sharp thrust made her body shake, legs going limp and eyes rolling back, but the sheer force behind his grip on her arms and mouth kept her aloft. No… no matter how hard she dreamt, Hinata was elsewhere, enjoying a nice, warm bath while she was pillaged by the Hyuga’s boyfriend. Whether she wanted to or not, as he slid further inside of her snatch, Tenten let out a moan, an involuntary sound perhaps, but one that was represented by the way her pussy tightened around the intruder within. Only a little more…

“Do you want me to let you in on a secret?” The voice behind her head spoke up once more, a strangled tint to his tone, but even still, all she could do was nod her head weakly in reply. “Hinata is the one that keeps our window open; she is the one that enjoys being heard.”

Heaving in a breath through her nose, Tenten’s body shook, the mere words alone setting off a small orgasm; one that caused her pussy to tighten down around his cock until his motions stopped. He had forced an orgasm from her… she wouldn’t admit to anything else. It had been taken from her, that had to be the case, however…

… before her mind could so much as recover from the relief of cumming, however slight that relief might be, the hands that had once held her by the arms released its grip, disappearing for the briefest moment before, with a violent puff of white smoke, he appeared before her once more.

Sasuke Uchiha was ecstatic to say the least. Despite being a clone, often summoned to carry out a menial task of some sort, the sight before him was utter perfection. Tenten shuddered against his renewed grip on her wrists, tanned skin glistening with sweat as her eyes were almost fully rolled up into the back of her head. Between her legs however, the clone’s gaze eventually landed, a steady trickle of pussyjuice splashing down upon the tatami mats below.

Easing his cock free from her eager pussy, the Sasuke clone behind her smirked, using the hand that had once been for her mouth to angle his cock upward, trailing its head up along the creek of Tenten’s ass, before circling around the quivering ring of muscle that hid away the kunoichi’s asshole.

Wanting nothing more than to call for help the moment the hand across her mouth was removed, as she opened her mouth to do just that, the words failed to come forth; instead, a weary sigh, a wanton moan, and a plea slipped past her luscious lips.

“P-please… be gentle,” her mind could hardly catch up to the words her lips had formed, but even still, her pleasure deprived body could hardly care about her personal tastes.

She had dreamt about that moment for so very long; lucid dreams about finding out who her neighbors were, dreams about watching from afar, dreams about joining in on one of their sessions, and dreams about being claimed by the deviants that kept the neighborhood awake every single night. Had she realized that a man was involved? Yes… some small part of her had, but she couldn’t even begin to care at that point in time.

Lost in thought as she were at the time, Tenten’s vision blurred, her mind slowing down for every passing second as the clone before her made its move. Reaching out with both hands, the frontal clone heaved the brunette’s legs up, grasping her by the ankles until, with no small amount of maneuvering on its part, Tenten’s thighs were pressed up against its chiseled chest, the Sasuke clone behind her back sending the frontal clone a glare as it had to reposition once more. Then, and only then however, Tenten’s vision cleared, her mind halting altogether as a realization dawned upon her. ‘Were they going to…?’

Before her mental question could even form, the answer hammered down upon her, both the clone in front and the clone behind angling their cockheads upward; the one behind pressing the mushroom head of its cock against her sphincter until, with no small amount of force, it gave in. With a breathless, silent scream, Tenten’s world exploded; the entirety of her ass burning where she was, forced off of the ground with a thick cock brute forcing its way deeper inside of her asshole. Yet, even before that realization could fully sink in, the clone before her followed suit, sinking the head of its cock inside of her drenched pussy with enough force behind its thrust to bruise.

The moment her holes were filled; the moment her body shook under the dual assault that was Sasuke Uchiha’s Shadow Clones, Tenten’s eyes fully rolled up into the back of her head, tongue lolling out of her wide open mouth as she was knocked unconscious… though only for a moment.

A dual thrust from the clone behind her back and the clone staring at her jiggling tits brought the light back to her sight, and with it, Tenten’s body shook, her muscles going stiff whilst her abdomen ached. Even before she herself realized it, she came, a heavy gush of juices squirting out around the behemoth filling her snatch, though neither clone stopped their assault. Another heavy thrust upward, her body rising up from their combined force, before sinking back down upon the spears that awaited her there. By that point in time, she didn’t know whether or not they even fucked her.

Feeling her head roll around atop her shoulders however, Tenten’s mind blanked once more, another harsh thrust upward sending her tumbling over the edge yet again. How many times had she squirted by then? If there even was an answer, then it could only be found in the sizable pool of her juices that refused to seep into the tatami mats of a hot spring.

Yet, when at last she could have sworn to have grown accustomed to their force, when at last her face was adorned by a haughty smirk of victory, a single sensation knocked her off of her high horse. They were throbbing. The cocks within her holes were leaking precum; a scalding warmth spreading for every droplet that sloshed out into her holes.

Without so much as a warning, they came; a flood of warmth erupting from both her front and backdoor, scorching her sensitive insides for every passing second, but even then, they refused to stop. Seconds, minutes, maybe even an hour passed, and still they came. An eruption within her body, heavy cum painting her insides white, so warm that where she sat, body quaking in euphoric bliss, she could have sworn to have seen steam rising forth from her abused womanhood. Yet, even then, their orgasms continued, and with them, she herself had to admit a single thing.

It felt good~

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Watching on as Tenten sauntered off towards the changing rooms, Sakura Haruno couldn’t help but show the concern she felt on her face. They had originally gone there to relax and talk, but instead, it had turned into something akin to a show. Even then, the pink haired medic licked her lips, wanting to taste it once more, despite her own thoughts at the time.

“I think I’ll follow Tenten’s example. It’s been a long day and I think we need-” before she could so much as voice her opinion, a strong arm draped itself around her waist, turning her around until she let loose a rather unladylike yelp.

Behind her back, she could already hear Temari’s laughter, a very knowing tone ringing out across the hot spring as she undoubtedly shared a look with someone else behind her. “So that’s how it is~”

On Sakura’s behalf however, the owner of the arm that had wrapped itself around her waist had done their homework. No more than a moment after she had been spun around, her arms had been yanked behind her back, forehead thumping up against the wooden divider whilst a far too familiar sensation slid its way between her firm cheeks.

Staring down the line of the divider, she could see it. From the broad, swollen head to the veined shaft running down and down, Sakura’s eyes caught sight of his dick; one she had become intimately familiar with no more than a few months prior. However, even then, she had no time to voice her realization, for its length rocked back and forth, sliding against the lips that had been hypersensitive no more than two days prior.

A simple touch was enough to set her groin ablaze; the grip around her wrists was strong enough to keep even her detained, and better yet, as his hips reared back and his dick was poised and ready to strike, a second hand found its way up between her breasts, lightly grasping onto her throat with every intent to silence her pleas.

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Behind the two however, as Sasuke Uchiha reared his hips back to pierced yet another pussy, Temari exchanged a single glance with Hinata, warily eyeing the woman that had brought them all there at such a specific date, at a specific time.

“How much of it was planned?” The sandy blonde questioned, a very knowing smirk adorning her lips even as another two clones of Hinata’s boyfriend appeared out of the booths within the changing room.

Hinata however, acting ignorant of the pink haired woman being bent over against the wooden divider, simply smiled as that ever present blush adorned her features. “Only the time and place.”

Shaking her head where she stood, Temari’s eyes swiveled elsewhere, taking in the sight of the two clones that were eyeing her up lazily. “Only two for me? He might have to make more. I tend to play rough~” With a final wink sent towards Hinata, and an almost apathetic glance thrown towards what little she could see of Sakura, Temari sauntered forth, naked body swaying with every step, whilst her hands moved down to lightly grasp the clone cocks offered to her; leading her new lovers off towards the patio leading out into the hot spring itself.

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Her ears had perked up when a conversation had begun, but as if it was never meant to be heard, the Sasuke that stood behind her, chiseled chest pressing up against her back, had made its move. Clone or not, Sakura could personally vouch for their durability during sex. And so, when his cock was thrust up against her snatch, the pink haired woman’s breathing hitched; a mini orgasm washing through her system already.

Five hours. That was how long she had been at Naruto’s mercy two days prior. Five hours of depravity; handjobs, blowjobs, double penetration, cum showers, and even a fifty clone gangbang. Her body was sore, her muscles ached, but even still, the sheer volume of cum that had been splattered across her petite body was staggering. For five straight hours, her pussy had been fucked, teased and creampied; all on repeat until Sakura herself was barely conscious. However, that was what it meant to date an Uzumaki Jinchuriki. Her boyfriend loved his Shadow Clone Jutsu, so who was she to deny him what he liked?

Now however, in the aftermath of the gangbang that day, her pussy was left vulnerable. A single touch of her clit could make her cum. Too sharp of a motion could soak her panties in seconds. Even sitting could set her off! So, when the behemoth of a cock she knew that Sasuke possessed poked up against her entrance, Sakura’s mind went blank; both from the fact that she would have sex and the fact that it was her childhood crush that would do the job.

Absentmindedly, as her mind itself began to melt away, she could remember the last time they had met. A routine checkup, the false need for a sperm sample, and an hour of licking up the leftovers from the biggest facial of her life. In confidence, the lone Uchiha had shared with her the Curse of the Uchiha Clan. Hyper virility, the Curse of always being pent up, even after cumming a liter or so inside of someone’s mouth. That had been the basis for asking Hinata about protection, but the answer she received simply made matters worse.

She wanted to be doused in the Uchiha’s cum, damn it!

Feeling her consciousness wane as another inch of thick cock was forced inside of her hypersensitive snatch, Sakura’s lips quirked, a happy giggle falling freely from her lips even as she held her ground. It would take more than one cock to make her faint.

Almost as if he had read her thoughts, or perhaps because of Naruto’s endless rambling about his Shadow Clone gangbangs, another set of hands reached up towards her chest, pinching her nipples while all but yanking the two over to the side.

That simple gesture of dominance had sent her over the edge once more; her pussy quivering around the behemoth that had yet to enter her depths, and even then, another Sasuke awaited her there, a stoic expression adorning his face even as he stood there naked, veiny cock throbbing where it hung, awaiting his fellow clone’s coming actions.

Before she herself knew it, her face was falling towards the ground, forehead slapping down against the throbbing cock awaiting her there, however, before she could fall altogether, the hands that had once pinched her nipples rose up, snatching her wrists out of the air as if she stood still. The position may have been awkward for her, but, the cock rummaging around inside of her pussy remained the same; wiggling back and forth as the original Sasuke clone’s grip was shifted to hold her up by her knees.

Without so much as a thought, the pink haired medic opened her mouth, the clone cock presented before her sliding into her mouth with wanton lust, whilst the clone between her legs simply thrust up against her snatch, burrowing another few inches of fat Uchiha cock inside of Sakura’s snatch.

Whenever the clone between her legs pulled out, the one by her throat thrust in, burrowing every single inch of Uchiha cock to the hilt before repeating the motion, withdrawing only for the one between her legs to ram its cock forward, the force of which sent the one by her mouth down her throat once more.

Every little motion, the slightest thrust inside her snatch, tipped Sakura over the edge. The cock within her snatch had long since reached the very depths of her pussy, bumping up against her cervix with every single thrust, hammering away at the entrance to her womb once a second, whilst the one holding her up by her arms humped her face; the occasional gush of precum lighting her taste buds ablaze. That was the taste she had grown addicted to so many weeks prior; that was what she craved and why she eagerly wished for Naruto to fuck her face whenever he could.

The taste of fertile cum was a taste she could never forget; it was ingrained in her in much the same way as water was. It was a necessity. Something she needed on a regular basis in order to live.

A heavy thrust into her cunt and down her throat knocked that thought free from her mind, forever lost to the stream of time as the taste she craved came rushing in. The clone occupying her mouth came, a heavy stream of cum splashing out across her tongue whilst a great majority was force fed down her throat then and there; so much so that Sakura herself hardly had to swallow it down.

It burned her throat. Its predominant heat left her numb, her belly churned as what felt like a liter of cum was sprayed down her throat, but even then, she knew better than the next slut over that Sasuke Uchiha was far from finished. Scooping down mouthful upon mouthful of cum with her tongue, Sakura rolled her eyes into the back of her head, a moan forcing her mouth agape long enough for some of his cum to scorch her chin, but even then, it failed to keep the flood at bay. It wasn’t until a full five minutes had passed that the clone within her mouth stopped cumming, pulling its cock free from her mouth despite Sakura’s best attempts to keep it there.

Only then however, as she tried to kiss the tip of a clone’s dick, did her eyes take in the sight she had somehow failed to see. Six cocks, all positioned around her sides and head, were held in strong grips, pumping up and down along their individual lengths while watching the display that played out before them. The clone behind her back gave her one final thrust, one of the clones on the side having decided to give her butt a slap, and all at once, both Sakura and the Sasuke clone came, her mind shattering in a single moment as another wave of scorching heat washed across her system; filling her fertile womb to the brim with the Curse of the Uchiha Clan, whilst her consciousness seeped from her body like the cum seeped out of her mouth.

It could no longer be described as hot. Her mind could no longer comprehend its heat, for as long as she could recall, their sessions during his checkups had never involved penetrative sex. Her body spasmed, her thighs shook, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and with a final quiver, Sakura’s pussy gushed, the cum being stuffed inside of her womb locking in place as the erupting cock within was clenched within a velvet vice. His orgasm was as long as the first clone’s, and when at last he had finished, when at last her womb was bloated with fertile Uchiha cum, her body was unceremoniously dropped down, a gush of thick white cum squirting out as the clones surrounding her took their respective places, aiming for the holes that were available once more.

It was good to be a woman~

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Ignoring the spectacle that played out behind her back, Temari sauntered forth, a spring to her step as she lead her two clones by the dicks. Never in a million years had she envisioned she would receive such a stellar treatment when Hinata invited them to a day in the hot spring, nor had she truly cared when the ladies had talked about their boyfriends’ sizes. At least, as far as the Suna matron could recall, what little she had heard about the lone Uchiha seemed to be true.

When at last she came to a halt atop the wooden patio leading in and out of the women’s changing rooms, Temari pulled on the dick to her right, all but yanking the Uchiha clone forward, before simply pointing down with one of her fingers.

“Clones you may be, but if you think you’re in the lead, you’re sorely mistaken.” Tilting her hips to the side, Temari’s face lit up, her eyes roaming the chiseled frame of the Uchiha clone before her.

In truth, she didn’t mind the thought too much. Yes, she was betrothed to Shikamaru Nara, but her future husband was well aware of her tendencies and the sheer desires she had to suppress if she were to become the matron of the Nara Clan. In lieu of that, her future husband and current boyfriend had given his girlfriend quite the freedom; knowing full well that she often spent her evenings playing with her girl friends.

Shaking that thought free from her head, Temari refocused her attention on the clone that positioned himself before her, a lean frame of confidence and experience that eventually trailed up to a perfectly symmetrical face, completed even further by the spiky black hair she had rarely seen in Konoha. Sasuke Uchiha, or rather, the Shadow Clone before her had positioned itself on the ground, back against the wall of an overhang, whilst its cock throbbed and oozed precum.

“Eager little boy, aren’t you~” She didn’t mind the thought however, in fact, the sandy blonde reveled in it, knowing full well what the cock she stared down at tasted like from her brief experience beforehand.

Without so much as foreplay, Temari took a deep breath, sinking down onto her knees to straddle the clone’s waist; dripping pussy grinding down against the head of its broad cock. The moment her dripping lips brushed past its head however, her breathing hitched, her heart pounding faster within her chest as she laid her hands down upon its shoulders.

A single push; a single fall was all it would take.

Biting her bottom lip where she sat, Temari eased her hips down, feeling the head of the clone’s dick pressing up against her folds, before, with a low pop, it slipped inside, enveloped by her quivering snatch as inch upon inch was forcibly swallowed by her hungering depths. Rolling her head back atop her shoulders, Temari’s eyelids fluttered, an outdrawn moan and a sigh slipping past her lips as the final knots within her body were undone.

Shika wasn’t small by any means, but her future husband simply lacked the libido to keep up with her, lasting only one round wherein she would have liked three. At that moment however, as two strong hands grasped onto her waist in an iron grip, the sandy blonde could at last feel the euphoria of not holding back.

By the time she had sunk down half of the first Shadow Clone’s length, the one behind her back lost whatever patience it had left, dropping down onto its knees before shuffling forward to press its cockhead against the puckered hole of Temari’s ass. The moment it touched her there was the moment Temari’s attention returned to the present, a gasp and a squeal slipping past her lips as the clone unceremoniously forced its way inside of her asshole; a low grunt following thereafter as a twinge of pain coursed up her spine.

Twisting her head to the side to send a glare towards the clone behind her back, Temari’s jaw fell agape, another pained groan making its way out as more and more clone cock forced its way inside her colon. For better or for worse, the cock she had seen through the gloryhole before was what made its way inside of her holes then and there; everything from the length to the veins running up its shaft were the same, much to her eternal enjoyment, of course.

Leaning forward with her hands firmly placed atop the Sasuke clone’s chest, Temari smirked, hips gyrating as both cocks were inched deeper inside of her body. Twists, shallow thrusts, and even the occasional bounce was added in to the mix, so much so that, as the clone behind her back let out a grunt, a pair of hands circled around her chest, strong, calloused fingers grasping onto the globes of her breasts in a bruising grip.

One set of hands on her breasts, another one around her waist, and Temari’s smirk only grew in size. Without so much as a warning, she switched her form, going from the teasing gyration to slamming her hips down, forcibly swallowing every single inch of clone cock inside of her pussy, whilst the one occupying her ass slid out until only the head remained inside. Rising back up however, her breathing hitched; the cock in her ass sinking back in from that motion alone.

Another forceful thrust forward, sinking the fat clone cock as deeply inside of her pussy as it would go, only to pull back, allowing the dick in her ass to sink back inside. On and on she went, one thrust followed by a retreat, quickly followed by a staggered moan as the clone behind her back lost its patience and thrust up against her supple behind when she had thrust down.

Her moan, akin to the whorish gurgling that came from somewhere amidst a group of clones to her right, spilled forth with wanton abandon, ringing out throughout the entirety of the spring to the point that the Suna matron wondered where the receptionist had gone off to.

A sharp slap brought her out of her thoughts however as, to her direct left, the booth that Tenten had previously occupied fell agape, her brunette friend’s form falling down onto the tatami mats whilst her bottom half was still hidden within the booth. Although, the look of euphoric pain that adorned her features could hardly be mistaken for anything else; nor could the resounding smack that followed thereafter be mistaken for anything but the roughest treatment within the booth.

Two sharp twinges of pain caused Temari’s mind to snap back to her own task, for where a pair of powerful hands had once been, two fingers were dedicated to pinching her pink nipples, yanking them up while twisting them around, all until her gaze fell down upon the clone beneath her.

“We may be clones, but-” thrusting its hips against her snatch, Temari shuddered, her cervix screaming from the hammering it had received. “We’re not tame enough to let you look around.” The clone behind her finished.

With a start, the clone behind her pulled back, cock leaving her ass at such a speed that the sandy blonde herself hardly had the time to react. Before she herself knew what was happening, she had been rolled around, back pressed down against the wooden patio of the floor with her knees pressing down against her breasts.

Straddling her thighs above her head, a rather smug looking Sasuke Uchiha stared down upon Temari herself, hands clutched onto her ankles to always press her down, whilst his dick, hard and throbbing as it was, was angled downward, brushing up against her clit with every single breath.

From her place however, Temari could only glare, wanting nothing more than to roll them around once more; at least, until not one, but two swollen heads brushed up against the entrance to her dripping hole. Standing behind the first clone, hidden almost completely, the second one was poised to strike, on its knees with its and the other clone’s cocks aimed for the hole she had previously given to one of them.

“W-wait! Don’t do two at on- uuahh~” Tilting her head back, Temari’s eyes screwed themselves shut, her tongue lolling out as her sentence broke then and there.

Without her approval, both clones thrust down, the one up to missing altogether whilst the one below burrowed half of its length inside of her in one fell swoop. Although, the one that had missed her weeping vagina had instead ground down against her clit, sending her over the edge in a mind numbing orgasm; at least, before angling itself further down to join its fellow clone inside of the Suna matron’s snatch.

One cock had been enough to fill her up, but as they both hammered down, easing their lengths past the threshold of her womanhood, Temari could hardly voice a complaint. They were too big!

Even then, as her mind all but broke beneath the dual assault upon her pristine, shaven pussy, the clones did not stop. Almost as if the motion was practiced, both Sasuke clones thrust down, forcing another quarter of their cocks through her lips, all the while pressing her knees down into her own tits. Another thrust, another two inches of their cocks being wedged inside of her snatch, and another mind numbing, quivering orgasm for the Suna matron.

Somewhere in the midst of that ocean of pleasurable delight, lost in the waves of bliss that washed across her system, Temari had the presence of mind to look, her gaze traveling down the length of her body until, with a whimpering mewl, the sight of her overstuffed pussy came into view. Just from where she lay, consciousness threatening to seep out in time with the abundant juices squirting from her pussy, she could see that the cocks were pushing her to her very limit. What would it even feel like if-

Before the thought could even cross her mind, her tongue once more tasted his seed; a third clone having approached from the group surrounding Sakura Haruno. Without so much as a care for her comfort, the clone hilted itself in her mouth; apple sized balls resting against her nose as it took its time, leisurely humping her mouth while forcing what little of its dick could fit.

A salty, tangy, yet somehow fluorescent taste filled the entirety of her mouth, proof that this particular clone had occupied her pink haired friend’s pussy at one point, but before the thought could truly settle, it came; a heavy spray of thick white cum sloshing down her throat, clogging the entirety of her mouth before it pulled out altogether. Warm, gooey bursts of cum rained down upon her face, showering the dominant woman in what would be a dozen loads from Shikamaru himself, before simply dispersing in a cloud of smoke.

The moment it did however, a strangled screech resounded from the other side of the divider, and with it, as Temari’s orgasm struck mind tried to deduce its source, the clones within her own snatch redoubled their efforts; one thrusting in while the other pulled out. Again her mind was overwhelmed. Again, her body shook beneath their ministrations. And, once again, Temari’s mind grew numb from the aftershock of cumming; one orgasm starting up before the previous had even ended.

Whenever the clones in her pussy had finished, the Suna matron did not know. The scorching seed that bubbled and seeped out of her snatch was what little evidence she needed of their presence, but even then, she simply lay there, the occasional clone walking over to use her throat, her breasts or even her cum bloated snatch to get themselves off.

In her state of euphoria, the call for her to come inside and finish the original could not have been more tempting~

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Shaking her head mirthfully from where she sat, still soaking within the rejuvenating depths of the hot spring, Hinata Hyuga could hardly help but smile. All around her, her friends were caught in a state of permanent pleasure; a gangbang taking place to her left, a threesome with the unusually docile Temari, a one on one session in the booth, and least of all, a shattering experience happening on the other side of the divider. Even from where she sat, a smile playing across her lips, Ino’s screams were clear as day.

Reaching a hand beneath the water to fill it with the soothing warmth of the spring, Hinata cleaned herself up, splashing the occasional handful of water across her shoulders, rubbing her stomach, thighs and legs beneath the spring, all while ignoring the oddly satisfied state that her pussy had reached. Perhaps being surrounded by sexuality had satiated her rampant desire, or perhaps she simply enjoyed the spectacle. Whichever one it was, Hinata herself didn’t know.

When at last she was certain of her immaculate state, with the entirety of her body as clean as it could be, she eased herself upward, using her hands for support as she pushed herself up from the steamy water. The moment her feet touched the ground, a hand reaching over to pick up her discarded towel, another dozen clones came to her right. There, in the center of a group of well endowed Sasukes, Sakura’s body visibly shook, almost the entirety of her skin adorned with some form of sperm layer, with only her perky breasts left visible for the Hyuga lady.

She could now cross off another point from her far too long list of things to do; instigate an orgy. The ladies all around had no doubt deduced that this was her boyfriend’s doing, with some divine intervention from Hinata’s side. Although, perhaps Temari, the sandy blonde kunoichi whose pussy received a double penetration, had seen through the ruse to some degree. She had, after all, questioned what hand Hinata had had in their current circumstances.

Wrapping herself up in the white linen towel she had received, Hinata sauntered inside, her nudity hidden as best as it could beneath a towel, though even then, she could only hide so much. The true downside with being well enough endowed was that; if she were to hide all of her breasts, then her plump, heart shaped butt would be revealed, but if she were to hide it, then her nipples could pop free at any given moment.

Making her way past the threesome that had taken all of Temari’s precious pride away, Hinata came to rest beside a couch that had been pushed up against the wall beside the sliding doors, settling down while awaiting the inevitable sight that should have been there by then.

Almost as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, the sliding door to the women’s changing rooms opened, a pair of muscled legs crossing the threshold, having to use one of his feet to kick the door closed once more.

Her boyfriend, Sasuke Uchiha, strode in, as naked as when the two of them made love, but, in quite a stark contrast to that, his hands were occupied with a task of their own. In his embrace, held up entirely by his grip on the underside of her knees, Ino Yamanaka’s face was adorned by a near delirious look; tears streaking down her sides, tongue lolling out of her wide open mouth, whilst her body occasionally shook. What had the high society lady’s attention however, was the sight of the Yamanaka’s abdomen.

However many times her boyfriend had finished inside of her, Hinata did not know, but what she did know was that he had carried out his part marvelously. Through no small amount of effort, he had filled Ino’s pussy to the brim, a steady stream of cum oozing out like a flowing river, whilst his cock was buried inside of her ass at that point in time. If she didn’t know any better, then Hinata herself would question whether or not her blonde haired friend was still sane.

When their gazes met however, when the lone survivor of the Cursed Uchiha Clan swiveled his mismatched eyes towards her, it felt as if whatever doubts she had about their current scenario melted away.

On his end however, the blonde in his hands was of little concern. Bouncing the blonde up and down in his hands for a few moments more, the dark haired Uchiha walked towards a nearby wooden bench, unceremoniously dropping the Yamanaka matriarch onto her front, a pinkish ass jutting skyward for another clone to enjoy.

“How did your debriefing go today?” Hinata asked, towel draped around her frame as her boyfriend settled down in the couch beside her.

“So-so. Naruto and Kakashi are worried about their return, but I haven’t found any conclusive evidence yet.”

She knew who they were. Every survivor of that fateful battle knew, and they were aware of what sort of threat they could pose. However…

“About tomorrow… Father asked if we would like to come over for dinner. Grilled salmon with rice. Would that be alright with you?”

A pause, a contemplative expression adorning his features, before he let out a low grunt. “I didn’t realize Hiashi-san would invite me too... “ Gazing out across the spectacle playing out before them, his mismatched eyes returned to her. “Do you think it has anything to do with this?”

Her father was unaware of her escapades, of that much she had made certain. In her father’s pale eyes, she was the epitome of propriety, a regal lady of the majestic Hyuga Clan, with a lineage of wealth and finesse behind her every move. At most, she may have let it slip to her sister, once upon a time, but even there, she was no doubt in the clear.

“I’ll tell him yes, then.” Putting on a smile, Hinata leaned over ever so slightly, pale eyes landing upon the cock she was all too familiar with by then. “Thank you for doing this for me. It is…. satisfying, in a way.”

Staying there like that for who knew how long, naked as they were every night, they simply talked, both about what they had done that day, as well as what they might do later in the evening. Although, even then, it wasn’t long before the Shadow Clones he had conjured gathered together, stoic expressions on some, cocky grins on others, though more than that, they brought in something that Hinata would no doubt remember for as long as she could.

The clones that walked in through the wide open slides leading into the hot spring itself were undoubtedly the most numerous; Hinata could count at least two dozen Sasukes, though in their grasps, two others were present as well. Temari laid splayed out, two clones holding her up by a thigh and a shoulder, leaving her legs spread wide for Hinata’s pale eyes to behold. Sakura, on the other hand, was held by one clone, another one casually pumping the medic’s head on and off of its cock as they walked in towards the center of the room.

Temari was, without a doubt, delirious. Her breasts were bruised from where the clones had groped her, her face was sloppy and wet, both from drool and cum, whilst her pussy was distended and oozed with her boyfriend’s cum. Briefly, as she was discarded onto the ground next to Ino, a fraction of the confident smile she usually wore flickered past her lips, though it died down as quickly as her eyes landed upon the twitching frame of Ino Yamanaka. Sakura however… as Hinata looked on, eyes wide with one hand subconsciously falling between her thighs, she couldn’t even know if the medic was alive. Her pussy was a stretched mess, globs of cum slipping out as she was carried towards the other women, her asshole was quite visibly gaping; a single glance that way caused Hinata herself to shudder. Then there was the rest of the medic’s body, or, what little was still visible. To say that she had taken her boyfriend’s gangbang in her stride was an overestimation of her abilities, though then again, she was used to Naruto’s stamina. Her breasts were a sloppy, cum stained mess. Her face was plastered with a thick white mask, and her stomach had even begun to bulge from the sheer volume she had taken in her holes!

She, too, was thrown into the center of the floor, face landing between Temari’s thighs, wherein a low slurping sound began to emanate. She still lived, at least.

Then came the final group, only two clones and one woman, albeit the woman Hinata had expected to see the least. Tenten was drenched in sweat, her breasts rose and fell in time with her uneven breathing, but more so than that, the clones that held her up did so by grabbing one arm and one leg apiece. The brunette’s legs were forcibly spread, and by doing so, Hinata’s gaze landed upon the destruction that had practically slammed down on her friend’s groin. Similarly to the other three, her pussy showed clear signs of extreme usage, a steady stream of gooey white cum leaking out as she was dumped down onto Ino, causing the platinum haired woman to jolt awake as if the orgasms wrought upon her were a simple afterthought. From her side however, Sasuke casually remarked that his clones had been more focused on forcing the taste of his seed down the brunette’s throat, rather than breaking her mind through sheer bliss.

Rising up from his seat with a flirtatious glint in his eyes, Sasuke Uchiha strode forth as he would when marching into war; a confident spring to his step, hands unclenched by his sides, as he approached the leftovers of what would undoubtedly be a one time thing.

“Wake up,” he barked out, a commanding tone to his voice that roused the women below into action once more. “It’s time to finish what you started.”

All but rolling off of the bench, Ino was the first to spring into action, yanking on Tenten’s wrist as she did. Her mouth was upon his cock in seconds, tongue lavishing praise upon how big he was, all the while grabbing Tenten by the hair, ushering the brunette to join in on the finale of their night together.

What Tenten saw however, loathe as she was to admit it, was the source of the intoxicating liquid she had been force fed for close to an hour. It was disgusting, thick and vile, but the more she had gulped down, the more she had desired another helping. And so, when Ino moved aside to happily kiss the side of his shaft, Tenten dove on, jaw slack and lips open, devouring the first half of his cock in one fell swoop.

By his other side, Temari had stirred, a look of undisputable reverence filling her otherwise stern gaze, and so, without so much as a command sent her way, she dove forth, pressing her lips against the other side of his shaft, occasionally brushing her tongue up against Ino’s whenever the blonde aimed for his balls. Sakura was, undoubtedly, the slowest, but also the one that had been ruined the most. Whenever a glob of his cum spilled forth from her abused snatch, she let loose a moan, suffering yet another orgasm from the aftermath alone.

Even before Sakura could move her lips towards the head of his cock to battle the depraved whore that was Tenten, Sasuke moved his hands up into a familiar sign, releasing the Shadow Clone Jutsu at once, near instantly filling the entire room with the white smoke that followed the clones’ dispelling.

Letting out a ferocious howl, Sasuke balked back, one hand on Temari and Ino’s heads for support, whilst his hips instinctively thrust forth. All at once, the memories of over sixty Shadow Clones came rushing back, and with them, the pleasure felt by each and every single clone slammed into his groin, setting off his orgasm at once.

Heavy ropes, powerful jets, mighty gushes and more erupted from the tip of his swollen cock, filling Tenten’s mouth to the brim in seconds before it sprayed out of her nose as well. Fervently enough, Sakura put on as much force as she could, pushing Tenten onto her back, off of his cock, allowing the firehose that was his dick to shoot out its load unhindered.

The first dozen clones’ worth of cum sprayed all over Tenten’s breasts, stomach and groin, three orgasms worth of cum showering over Sakura’s face and into her open mouth a moment later. Before he could even think about aligning his cock with one of the girls up front, Ino’s hand did so for him, aiming the remainder off his cum directly into her own cleavage, pumping his length every step of the way to draw out as much of the Uchiha Clan’s Curse as she could. Right as the final dozen clones’ pleasure made him cum again, Temari pushed Ino away, rising up onto shaky legs to take another two orgasms worth of cum directly into her loosened pussy; filling it to the brim in seconds before it began to ooze forth from there as well.

Only then, only after the greatest, longest orgasm in the lone Uchiha’s life, did the pleasure from the clones end. And with it, the obscenity before him truly unfolded before his and his girlfriend’s eyes.

Tenten tried to fervently gulp down the cum in her mouth, using a finger to swipe up as much of what landed upon her breasts as she could. Sakura, as addicted as she were to the taste of his cum, all but pushed Temari down onto her ass, diving between the subdued blonde’s legs to hungrily slurp up as much of the cum there as she could. Ino, with her own generous helping of cum, used her fingers to scoop up what she could, cleaning up her own breasts before setting her sights on the steady stream oozing forth from Tenten’s asshole. And, Temari, on the ground with her pussy being eaten out by a cum fanatic, simply moaned, staring up at the hose that had delivered them all into the madness of sexual depravity.

Turning his head around to stare into Hinata’s eyes, Sasuke let out a weary sigh, swatting away the hand that had tried to wrap itself around his dick before sauntering off towards her. Leaving them to revel in their own arousal.

“Dinner at the Hyuga Clan compound sounds lovely after all,” returning to his seat in the couch beside his girlfriend, Sasuke leaned up, planting a soft kiss on her lips while taking in the sight of a masturbating Hinata Hyuga. “We should probably remove their memories first though. The Byakugan or Genjutsu?”

An evening at the local hot springs, a chance to vent about their everyday lives, and a night of peaceful sleep thereafter… that was all that remained for the ladies that awoke in their own beds the next day.
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