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A Haruno/Yamanaka Dinner Party	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Appetizer
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            Mebuki was exasperated, leaving their guests downstairs. But it wouldn’t be right to start dinner without everyone in attendance. She had called – shouted – for her husband, but he somehow slipped off. Not long before that, Ino-chan excused herself from the conversation to visit the washroom.
            For whatever reason, Mebuki made a search into each room upstairs to find where her Kizashi was hiding. Probably to sneak some snacks that he didn’t want to share. He was just like a child.
            But when the final room did not yield results, she decided: one last place to check. She went to the bathroom, found the door to be unlocked, and swung it inwards, catching them with their pants down; more accurately, skirt shoved up and underwear torn off. Kizashi, however, had totally disrobed in the heated endeavor to get to the Yamanaka daughter.
            Seeing his wife in the doorway, Kizashi guffawed sheepishly, patting the back of his head and saying, “You caught me.”
            “What are you doing?” hissed Mebuki in righteous anger. She swept inside, shutting the door behind her. “Her parents are downstairs, waiting to eat!” She fisted both sides of her hips. “We don’t have time for this.”
            Ino, her bangs sticking to the sweat on the side of her face, looked up at her. “S-sorry, Auntie.” Then she went back to being fucked by Sakura’s dad. He’d bent her over the sink after throwing his robes off, showing her how hard he was.
            “Her clothes were so scandalous,” he vindicated himself, though she was not wearing anything different than her normal purple top – which did a good job accentuating her blossomed breasts – and her daring skirt. It was a uniform that could bring a man to heat, but Kizashi should control himself better!
            Mebuki sighed in some form of defeat. There was no prying him out of Ino-chan’s gash; that was certain. His long dick made short, deep thrusts, as if to convey to his obtrusive wife that he had staked a claim. “You can’t take long,” she admonished him, reopening her eyes after steeling her nerves.
            Kizashi’s mustache twitched with his strained grin. “Almost done,” he promised her, and then began to pound his hips harder against Ino’s reddened rump, making her squeal and her head bobbled to the rhythm of his haste. He chewed his bottom lips, groaning and coursing his hands up her sides, caressing her exposed midriff and pushing up her stubborn shirt – after dealing with the bottom buttons – up over her bosoms. No bra; they fell out one at a time, and his greedy hands caught them and kept them from swinging. Their size and malleability were glorious; full, youthful breasts that felt so good in the hand, but he strayed to the very tips to pull at her hard pink nipples.
            “Ahn!” She called out to him, and he called back, “Ino-chan, looks like I’ll cum in time for dinner!” He released his reserves into their guest, hot white rushing up and washing through her belly. He made sure to press in deep, to stow away a good abundance of vibrant seed before rocking his hips back and forth to the ebbing feeling of grandiose orgasm.
            He breathed out in relief, stayed inside to bathe in his efforts, and then pulled out. By his rigidity, it was likely that, given the chance, he’d make an excuse to keep going. But surely, Mebuki would have none of that.
            Again, Mebuki huffed in disapproval. “I thought for sure Sakura took care of you earlier.”
            “She did,” Kizashi insisted, putting on a not-so-innocent grin. “But a man’s needs are never fulfilled!” He laughed loud from the belly.
            “Never mind that,” she griped, looking at Ino still panting and recovering over the sink. Her pussy was just starting to leak semen. Maybe she would want her underwear to catch it. But then, on the floor, she saw the remains of what had been a clingy thong; one that Kizashi deemed too fragile to count as underwear when he ‘accidently’ tore them off. “You can’t go downstairs like that.”
            A man’s needs are never fulfilled. Ha. A woman’s work is never done, it seemed. No underwear was fine, but Ino-chan would leave a mess if that was spreading out of her all throughout dinner. Rather than muss one of the towels on hand, Mebuki pompously shoved Kizashi aside – “You’ve done enough.” – went to her knees behind Ino-chan, and pressed her face into her crotch. Ino yelped out in response, her pussy still throbbing and sensitive. Mebuki paid no mind and just began to eat her husband’s spunk out of her. Slurping and licking, using her thumbs to pry apart Ino-chan shaven, admittedly-cute cunt and get the deeper stash. Darn him, he always made sure to get it so deep!
            Grunting softly, trying not to be made primed for a second round, Ino flexed her inner muscles and tried to push out the cum stained inside of her. There was no accounting for the amount now sloshing in her womb, but Kizashi did leave gooey deposits on his exit. Ino hung her head and looked down between her dangling tits to watch Sakura’s mother’s tongue lash at her pussy, rounding up lassos of white that went down her own throat.
            It took a while before Mebuki sat back on her haunches, closed her mouth and eyes in retrospection, and gave one final swallow. Ino, feeling comfortably cleaned out, stood up and smoothed out her skirts, not yet fixing her tits under her shirt again. Glowing from the extra service of the Haruno household, she gave thanks to Mebuki.
            “It’s always good to indulge in some appetizers, right, darling?” Kizashi laughed while he could before Mebuki dragged him by the ear to go downstairs and eat with Ino’s parents.
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A Haruno/Yamanaka Dinner Party