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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126576 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Sasuke was well aware that he’d have to execute the next part of his plan very, very carefully if he wanted things to go as smoothly as possible.
What was his plan?
He had to put an end to it. He was sure that eventually, Hinata and Naruto would tear themselves apart with all this nonsense - her cheating on him, him desiring nothing else but watching her being pounded by an alpha male… it was all very self destructive. So, Sasuke decided that he would step in. That he would make sure that the two wouldn’t destroy themselves - and by extension, the village’s Hokage - in the process.
Sasuke spent the next day thinking.
After a while, he was forced to conclude three things.
First: Naruto’s fetish wasn’t just cuckolding. No. Sasuke could remember the look of glee on Naruto’s face when he had given him his first ‘lesson’, the way his eyes had flickered between Sasuke’s enormous cock and his own… Sasuke had to assume that Naruto wasn’t just a cuckold - but that he liked being humiliated. He liked being made into a shell of a man, that he liked watching his wife being stolen away from him… even if the blonde wouldn’t admit it.
Second: Hinata was a slut. Had she been a slut when they had first began this strange little affair? Well… no. It seemed that she had been corrupted… perverted by his cock, aroused by the idea of being screwed into submission before her very husband.
Third: His and Himawari’s affair couldn’t be kept secret forever - at least, from Naruto and Hinata. Eventually, one of them would realize something.
Perhaps Naruto would notice the subtle changes in his daughter, the way her hands would twitch when a load hadn’t been shot into her womb on that particular day, the way her eyes would mist up at even the thought of her ‘Sasuke-sama’. Maybe Hinata would be the one to realize - maybe, she would be able to smell his scent on her, or she would use her Byakugan and spot that her belly was full of the same, thick, delicious cum that regularly filled hers.
Either way, Sasuke knew that Naruto and Hinata would have to be made aware. Letting them discover it on their own would be disastrous… so, Sasuke decided it would likely be best for them to take it slow.
In the end, Sasuke had three tasks. He had to degrade, humiliate, and force Naruto into a subservient position without the blonde even realizing he was doing so. He had to assert his claim over Hinata’s body. And he had to make them aware that he had already turned their daughter in his own personal little servant.
A daunting task to be sure, but then again, he had never been one to turn down a challenge.
First things first, however, he had something else to take care of.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Faster- harder-! Yes, Sasuke-sama~!” Himawari cried out, her hands and legs wrapped as tightly around Sasuke as they could manage, forcing him deeper. She was holding onto him for dear life as he pounded her cunt, her mind practically going numb from the pleasure he was doling out on her.
He could admit that Himawari was kind of a stress toy for him. With his wife not even sleeping in his bed with him half of the time - and often being too tired for sex regardless - he loved having his ‘niece’ around. And she loved being around even more.
Himawari at this point was completely, and helplessly addicted to him. It was obvious, really. She was willing to do anything for him. More often than naught, whenever Sakura wasn’t home for the night, he would go downstairs to a nice, hot breakfast - and Himawari was always eager to crawl beneath the table and service his cock for him. He noticed that she loved his cum almost as much as her mother did - gargling it, playing with it, rubbing it across her skin like some kind of lotion. She seemed to love facials especially, eager to walk around his house with a facemask of sorts crusting her cheeks and lips - although she much preferred that with the addition of his cum leaking down her thighs as well.
She was a little slut. His little slut. He loved the kid, and he wanted what was best for her - and if what was best for her was to be practically a willing sex slave to him, then that’s what he would do. Not that he had any objections to an eighteen year old beauty like Himawari, who could burst into tears if he had something to do and couldn’t give her the creampie or facial that she lived for.
Sasuke certainly wasn’t helping her addiction. He was possessive, just like any other Uchiha. Himawari had given herself to him - and he was going to make sure she would never leave his side. He would mold the shape of her pussy to his cock, splatter every inch of her skin with his cum, shoot his loads into each of her holes on a regular basis as a constant reminder as to who he, Uchiha Sasuke was.
Honestly, he doubted he would ever be content. He would continue to find new ways to fuck her, new positions, new methods of turning her from a demure princess into a foaming-at-the-mouth slut beneath him. He couldn’t get his hands off of her - and she couldn’t even fathom the idea of not wanting to be around him. At this rate, she’d be with him for life - he wouldn’t be surprised if Himawari would still be trying to slurp a load from his cock even if he was on his deathbed.
The funny thing was, this wasn’t even the first time he had done something like this. How do you think he managed to get a woman like Sakura to wait for him so long? Her love was strong, sure, but it needed a little something extra. Namely, the fact that every time he saw her in those long years, he would fuck her brains out and turn her into a needy whore for his cock - then leaving her wanting, begging for more as he left. Then, he would rinse and repeat.
He was sure that Sakura was glad Sarada had only been curious about who her mother was, instead of the circumstances surrounding her conception. Because Sakura would have been mortified at the thought of it - really, it being one of Sasuke’s fondest memories. He had fucked Sakura into a literal sexual coma. And then, even after that, he had shot load after load into her wonderfully tight pussy, to the point where the birth control just… failed.
She had told him afterwards that next time they had a kid, it would be to soft music and candle light. Mostly because Sakura actually wanted to remember their second child’s conception, instead of waking up three days later with her belly swollen with cum and her body weak and unresponsive.
Sasuke figured that Himawari would want to follow the same route - to bear his child, to help continue the Uchiha clan. Undoubtedly, the secret would be out by then. Not to Sakura - he would never tell his wife about Himawari, or about how depraved Naruto and Hinata had gotten… but… hmm. It was food for thought.
Unfortunately, he was a little preoccupied right now for further thoughts.
He ground his hips in that way she loved, Himawari gasping, as his beautiful, wonderful cock rubbed against her G-spot in a specific way that sent her head over heels into an orgasm every single time, without fail. She shuddered and shook against him, her moans like sweet music to Sasuke’s ears.
“What will it be today, Hima…?” Sasuke growled. “Do you want my load inside of your naughty little cunt… or, how about sprayed across that pretty little face of yours?” He smirked. “I’ll leave it up for you to decide.”
She grinned up at him. There was no shame in her lustful, blue eyes. There was no regret. There was only love, there was only complete and absolute adoration for the well hung stud looming above her - who could bring her to heights she had never dreamed of, who could satisfy her needs, who could get her to drop to her knees and do whatever he wished with a single word of command.
“I want it inside of me, Sasuke-sama…” Himawari whispered.
“You sure?” Sasuke asked. Only because this time, he was intent on releasing his seed directly into her womb - and at that point, she would be leaking for the next couple of days.
“Positive.” Himawari said, grinning. She had been happier than ever lately… for obvious reasons. ‘He called me Hima!’ she squealed internally. It was one step - maybe, someday, she’d be able to coax a Hima-chan or two out of him. She could only hope.
He was thrusting into her like some sort of animal, nearly lifting her up off of the mattress with every pump of his fat cock into her tight and wet cunt. Only a day had passed since she had effectively submitted to him. And yet, she hadn’t tired. All of yesterday… it had been a dream come true for her. Sarada had been out of the house for most of the day, as had Aunt Sakura. As a result… Sasuke had allowed her free reign. While he read his books, she was allowed to bounce up and down on his cock as she wished. When he got hungry, she would eagerly make him the food he needed. He had elected to take a nap halfway through the day - and he had given her the honor of cuddling with him, to give him a soft handjob and rest her head on his muscled chest as he slept. When he took a shower, he invited her inside, and she herself was given the task of cleaning his mighty cock, wiping away the remnants of her saliva and juices with a bar of soap and a rag. Eventually, however, she had to leave - Sarada having phoned home to tell her father that she’d be home in about twenty minutes. Before she had left however, Sasuke had made sure to fire one of his loads into her - and that night, Himawari had slept soundly in her room, her womb full of her Sasuke-sama’s sweet cum.
Today had gone remarkable well. She had showered, dressed, flattered her mother with fabricated stories of being at her friend’s house the previous night, and then had gone to Sasuke’s house. A quick Byakugan check had told her that Sarada and Aunt Sakura had once again vacated the premises. Spare key in the lock, her clothes being flung off, and here they were.
Sasuke let out a low groan. “Here it comes,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he bottomed out inside of Himawari. He came - and Himawari shuddered against him, as he unleashed wave after wave of his hot and thick seed into her awaiting womb. This load was a tad smaller than the regular (considering he had dumped nearly a dozen in or on her the past day, she could see why), but even then, it seemed to be at least a quart of semen. She could feel it inside of her, mingling with the caked and dried cum that lined the walls of her womb and insides.
He pulled out of her with a flourish. Himawari was sure to be out of commission for a short while - so he busied himself, yawning and stretching, cracking his knuckles.
Rinnng!
Sasuke picked up his phone, and without even looking at the name on the screen, answered it. “Hello?” he said.
“Hey, baby!” It was Sakura.
Sasuke smiled. “Hey,” he said. “Let me guess - early call in?” She had been gone when he had woken up, and he could see clothes on the floor that made him think that she’d had to leave in a hurry.
“You know how things are here.” Sakura said, her voice sounding chipped. “With all that business going on in the Land of Tea… I’d be surprised if I wasn’t back on my regular schedule for weeks, maybe months.”
Last month, the Land of Tea had plunged into a civil war - pitting the daimyo's forces against the armies of his son. Blood had been spilt in large quantities, and although Naruto and the Shinobi Alliance had put a stop to the real fighting, skirmishes and terrorist bombings were still aplenty. The hospitals there simply couldn’t handle the intake of wounded men, so Naruto had volunteered Konoha hospitals for their treatment and recovery. Nowadays, at least two carriages rolled through the gates, carrying anywhere from half a dozen to two dozen wounded men to the hospital.
“I understand.” Sasuke said.
‘So… how have things been at the house?” Sakura asked. “Has Sarada given you any trouble?”
Sasuke watched, idly, as Himawari eased herself onto her stomach. She then crawled forward, and without question, began to take his swollen length into her mouth, a dazed grin on her face. “They’ve been fine,” Sasuke said. “You coming home tonight?”
“Maybe. Twenty percent chance, at best. You going to be alright?”
Sasuke smirked. “Trust me - a break from your cooking is exactly what I need.” he said teasingly.
Sakura huffed. “You’re lucky I’m not there right now, mister!” she said. “If I was, you’d have a lot more to deal with than just my ‘bad’ cooking.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see if I can come and visit you later.” Sasuke said.
“Awesome.” Sakura said. “Oh, shit! I’ve got to go baby, new patients. One minute!” She was clearly talking to someone else. “I love you, Sasuke-kun.”
Sasuke couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “I love you, too, Sakura.” he said. Himawari’s eyes narrowed for an instant, although Sasuke didn’t notice. “Bye.”
“Bye!”
He pressed the ‘end call’ button on his phone, before setting it back down on his nightstand. “Alright, kiddo.” Sasuke said. He gripped her hair tightly, and with slight difficulty forced her to retreat off his length. “I know you want your breakfast, but I think I need mine first.”
“Alright!” she said cheerfully. Of course, she was a little disappointed that her drinking her Sasuke-sama’s load was delayed for a few minutes, but if she had to pick something that she loved to do other than have her Sasuke-sama fuck her, it would to have the honor to cook, clean, to do anything for him.
But, she ran into a problem rather quickly.
Sasuke had made it to the door, his cock bobbing with every step, before he realized Himawari wasn’t following him. He turned. “What’s wrong?” he asked, staring down at her flushed face.
“I-” This was… kind of embarrassing, even for her. “I don’t want it to leak out, Sasuke-sama.” The sheer quantity he had pumped into her necessitated that some of it would have to drain out… but, if she stood up, then gravity would cause even more of his sweet nectar to drip from her. A crime against humanity, in her humble opinion.
“Ah, I see.” Sasuke said. He’d run into this problem before with Sakura. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed. He walked across the room, Himawari following him with her eyes. He bent over and grabbed what looked like a trunk from the closet, placing it on the bed at Himawari’s side. He opened up the top, Himawari peering inside.
“Wow…!” she said in awe.
It was filled, packed to the brim, with all the sex toys money could buy. Whips. Handcuffs, with both fluffy and metal variants. Dildos, ranging from two inch long ones to foot long monsters (which, Himawari noted, were still a tad smaller than her beloved Sasuke-sama). Vibrators, both remote and hand controlled. It was a cornucopia of all the most depraved things you could buy.
“This is how Sakura got along when I was away.” Sasuke explained. She wasn’t going to cheat on him - as if she could find a man who could sate her needs as Sasuke could. So… she resorted to other means. Namely, spending hours at a time locked up in her room, desperately shoving dildos and vibrators into her stretched out pussy in an attempt to mimic the pleasure that her husband so effortlessly doled out. It worked, sort of. It kept her sane, until he came home and they could put the sex toys in the box to use in spicing up their sex life.
Sasuke selected a moderately sized dildo - well, moderate in comparison to the bounty within the trunk - which was about seven inches or so. He closed the trunk, flipped the latch back over, and placed it back inside of the closet. He made his way around the bed.
With a careful hand, he gripped Himawari’s thigh - spread open her cum-packed folds, and then wedged the dildo in there. Her pussy lips looked as if they had been expecting something bigger, but they adjusted, closing around the dildo and sucking it in until it was sheathed inside of her to the hilt.
“There we go.” Sasuke said. He grabbed Himawari’s wrist, and pulled her off of the bed and onto her feet. He looked down at her. “Is that alright?”
She beamed. It was an odd feeling, she had to admit - but it felt good… and if she had to do this in order to keep her lover’s thick cum inside of her, then she would do it a thousand times over. “It’s great!” she chirped. “So, do you want your eggs scrambled or…?”
Sasuke smirked. “Whatever’s easier for you.” he said. He leaned over, giving her ass a juicy smack. “I think your ‘other’ hole is going to need some servicing while you’re cooking, so you better make sure you can multitask.”
Himawari grinned. “I will, Sasuke-sama.” she said.
They left the room. Sasuke closed the door behind them with a snap.
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Was she shaking? Maybe. Yeah. No. Maybe. Was she? The tea kettle was shaking… she was holding it… her hand was shaking… yeah, maybe she was shaking.
Yesterday had been agonizing. Kiba and Shino had decided to pay her a visit - and, at one point, the conversation had drifted to Sasuke. Shino had been indifferent to him on his return, Kiba downright hostile. But in the years since then, they had warmed up to him significantly - praising him.
“I still have no fucking clue how he stays so in shape,” Kiba had said to Shino. “Like seriously - I never see the guy at any of the training grounds, he’s never at the gym, it’s just crazy!”
“That is a fair point.” Shino had said. “I believe the last time he was out of the village was about a month ago, so I can’t see his missions being the reason.”
Hinata knew the reason. After all - if the things he did to her was just the tip of the iceberg… she was sure, more than sure, that Sasuke got more than enough ‘exercise’ at home with Sakura.
Naruto was home early today. Something… something about Shikamaru giving him a break. He seemed happy… if a little sad when he had first saw her. They hadn’t had sex the previous night. She had gone to bed early - and had feigned sleep when he’d came in a while later, unable to even bring herself to have intercourse with her husband with thoughts of Sasuke, and his stupid giant cock on her mind.
“Here you go, sweetie…” Hinata murmured, pouring Naruto a warm cup of tea, sliding it in front of him. He was sitting at the table - his feet kicked up on the chair opposite him, his phone in his hand as he played a game that Sarada had told him about.
“Damn!” he cursed, as he lost yet again. Naruto never really had the patience for those sort of mobile games - but they were a good time waster. “Thanks, honey.” he said, nodding his head in her general direction, picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip without further interlude. He let out a satisfied gasp, setting the tea down. “You… um… don’t mind if I call Sasuke over tonight, do you?” His voice sounded rather nervous. “It has been a couple of days.”
Hinata forced a smile on her face. “T-that sounds fine.” she said. She hated herself, for the way her heart rose at the mention of Sasuke. Finally, she would be sated - finally, the aching, the burning in her loins would be doused by her lover’s warm cock, by his thick and hot cum.
Her lover. Ah… that sounded so right to hear in her head. She could feel it now. Sasuke’s warm caress as he played with her bountiful breasts. That familiar smirk on his face, his version of a smile she supposed. His long and hard cock pulsating against her thigh…
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She wasn’t trying to go upstairs for yet another fresh change of panties, after all. Besides - she- she had her husband here. She didn’t need Sasuke. Not at all. Not… not at all…
“Are we going to talk about it?” Naruto blurted.
Hinata blinked. “About what?” she asked.
He bit his lip. “You think I’m… I’m a freak or something, don’t you?” he said. “Because I- I asked you to compare me and Sasuke. Because you know how much I get off on that kind of stuff. Just- just admit it, please.”
She stared at him, into those big blue eyes that she adored so much. “I could never think you’re a freak, Naruto.” she murmured, gently cupping his cheek and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Everyone- everyone has a… f-fetish.” she said. “And if yours is… that… then it’s fine with me.”
It was weird. Not that she was going to say that to his face. But then again, was she any better? A few loads of semen shot into her womb, and Sasuke was already invading everything, her body, her mind. Both she, and Naruto… fucked up, in their own little ways.
Naruto smiled. “Cool.” he said. “I’ll go ahead and text Sasuke now then.” Naruto said. “Is seven alright with you?”
“That’s perfect,” Hinata said, smiling sweetly.
Naruto quickly sent Sasuke a text, just as he said. ‘Seven o’clock, tonight. You down?’
And across the village, Sasuke’s phone buzzed a moment later, rumbling on top of his coffee table. Sasuke glanced up from his book. Himawari was bent over in front of him - her hands gripping the coffee table, as she drove herself back and forth on his cock, her moans bouncing off the walls of the living room.
“Grab me my phone, will you?” Sasuke said.
“O-okay…!” Himawari said. Her hands were shaky, but she managed, pressing the sleek, black phone into her Sasuke-sama’s awaiting hand. He gave her an appreciative slap on the ass, before opening up his phone and checking the text he had gotten.
He smirked, as he read the text.
‘Perfect,’ Sasuke thought. He’d taken some time to decide the first step of his plan. And… he had a pretty damn good idea, if he thought so himself. “Himawari,” he said. “You remember what I told you to do, right?”
“O-of course, Sasuke-sama!” Himawari chirped, not having halted in the task of fucking herself on her lover’s cock for even an instant.
“Good.” he said.
Sasuke quickly typed back a reply.
‘Sounds good.’ it read. ‘Make sure you go out and buy some lube, have it ready by tonight.’
Naruto blinked, staring at the text on his phone. “Lube…?” he murmured, almost to himself. What the hell did Sasuke have planned for tonight?
Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to wait that long to find out.
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Sasuke had made sure to shower before he went over. He had never been a big fan of showers before - but really, Himawari tended to spice them up. All he had to do was sit there, and Himawari would do everything for him, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and he just had to turn every now and then. Of course, she took especially long when it came to washing his flaccid length… but, that was to be expected.
As they stepped out of the shower, Sasuke grabbed a towel off the rack - wounding it around his waist. Himawari stared at him almost pleadingly, her indigo hair sticking to her face, her blue eyes shining beneath the curtain.
He smirked, reaching forward and ruffling her hair. “You know I can’t risk it, Hima.” he said. There was a lot of things that could go wrong - and he wouldn’t put it past Naruto’s Kyuubi enhanced senses to detect his daughter’s scent clinging to Sasuke.
“I know, Sasuke-sama…” she murmured, biting her lip. “Do you think I could… um… well… you said I can’t go home until you’re busy with tou-san and kaa-san. So can I… wa-wait in your bed until it’s time to leave?”
This time, he smiled. “Sure.” he said.
“Yay!” Himawari cheered. She loved being in her Sasuke-sama’s bed. Being able to sniff his scent on the sheets… and, although he didn’t know she did this, rifle through his drawers. The first time she had been in his room, she had grabbed a pair of his boxers - and now regularly wore those to bed whenever she was at home, comforted by the constant reminder of her dear Sasuke-sama.
It didn’t take him that long to dress. He figured he wouldn’t be wearing the clothes for long regardless, so he just tossed on some boxers, a navy blue shirt with the Uchiha fan sewn into the back, and a pair of black trousers. Nothing fancy.
He stood at the door. Himawari leaned up - giving him a lingering kiss. “Have fun, Sasuke-sama!” she said.
“You be good,” Sasuke said. “Keep an eye out - if Sarada shows up, just use the window in my room. Have fun.” She beamed at him, but didn’t say anything, merely nodding resolutely. As he stepped out the door, he heard her shut and lock it behind him - but, Sasuke could still feel her eyes on his back until he had disappeared into the night.
Naruto twiddled with his thumbs, sitting on the couch, staring at the TV despite his brain not absorbing any of the moving images tossed at it. Hinata was beside him, curled up almost like a cat on the couch.
Boruto was taken care of. Naruto had ensured that - making sure that he and Team Konohamaru were off on a mission for a good long while. Himawari was staying over at a friend’s place. And so, they waited.
They were naked. What was the point in clothes? Minutes ticked by. Fifteen until seven. Ten until seven. Hinata’s gaze drifted from the television to her husband’s flaccid cock, the ex-Hyuga trying desperately not to compare it to Sasuke’s monster. Naruto had sent a clone to a sex shop, disguised as a mousy little woman, to pick up the lube. It was waiting upstairs - sitting on their nightstand.
Five minutes until seven. Four… three… two… one…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Punctual as always…” Naruto murmured, climbing to his feet. He stood up, crossing the room. Making sure to conceal himself behind the door in case someone was watching from the street, he opened the door. “Come on,” he said to Sasuke. “Get in.”
Sasuke stepped in - Naruto closing the door behind him and locking it.
He looked between Naruto and Hinata, a glint in his mismatched eyes. “Well?” he said. “Upstairs. Let’s go.”
They hopped to action. Naruto was first up the stairs - followed by Hinata, who was then trailed by Sasuke. As a line, they stepped into the master bedroom, Naruto not even bothering to close the door behind them this time.
“So… what’s the lube for?” Naruto asked. He walked to the nightstand, picking it up - the greenish, mostly see-through goo rolling about within the circular container.
“You’ll see.” Sasuke said. “Just go ahead and take the top off. You’ll be using it soon enough.” As Naruto unscrewed the top, Sasuke shed his clothes - Hinata trying and failing not to look at his many muscles, not to mention his cock, which flopped down his leg like some kind of python. “Bed.” he said. He resisted the urge to snap his fingers - but, Hinata complied nonetheless. Sasuke walked past Naruto, and hopped onto the mattress himself.
“W-what are we doing tonight?” Hinata asked, her voice cautious.
Sasuke bared his teeth, like some kind of predator. “Anal.” he said simply.
Naruto couldn’t help but smirk. Hinata’s eyes widened. “A-a-anal?” she stammered. “But… you’re-” She couldn’t help but stare at his cock. Something like that… inside of her… of her butthole? She’d be torn in half!
“That is what the lube is for.” Sasuke said. “Naruto has the honors of making sure your asshole is nice and lubed up.” he said, nodding to the blonde. “You, on the other hand, can get to work warming me up.” He smirked.
Naruto eased himself onto the bed behind Hinata. Seeing that she really had no choice - she doubted Sasuke would take no for an answer - she decided to comply. She wrapped a hand around the base of his immense cock, giving it a few strokes, her eyes widening as it sprang to life before her very eyes, hardening and growing even bigger and thicker (if that was possible). Soon it was pointing straight upwards into the air like some kind of skyscraper, making Naruto’s cock look like a hovel in comparison.
She gasped as she felt Naruto press a lube-covered finger into her asshole. She… she had never stuck anything in there before now. Hinata had never even considered anal with Naruto. And she didn’t have any toys that she would do that with.either. It was a virgin hole, for all intents and purposes. Perhaps Naruto would have the honor of gracing it with his fingers… but he was just there as a scouting party. Soon, Sasuke would shove the fat cock she was holding in there… and more likely than naught, turn her asshole into his own personal hole. She couldn’t even imagine Naruto’s cock fitting inside of there after Sasuke was done with her.
In order to distract herself from the strange feeling of Naruto lubing up her backdoor, Hinata decided to take Sasuke’s length into her mouth. It was clear that she had forgotten just how wide she had to unhinge her jaw, to the point where her mouth began to sting as she took his shaft into her stretched mouth, her lips stretching lewdly around his incredible girth. One of her hands was still fastened around the base of his cock, pumping it for all it was worth.
This continued for a while. Naruto adding a second, and then a third finger - making sure to continuously slather them in the gooey lubricant, rubbing the greenish see-through liquid into his wife’s asshole, as preparation for his best friend’s cock.
“That’s about as much as I can lube it up, Sasuke.” Naruto said. “What’s next?”
Sasuke gave Hinata a significant look, and without question, she retreated off his member. “I need my cock to be lubed up.” Sasuke said.
Naruto blinked. “Well… Hinata can do that, no?”
Sasuke chose his next words carefully. His thoughts from earlier echoed in his head - ‘He had to degrade, humiliate, and force Naruto into a subservient position without the blonde even realizing he was doing so.’ He decided to go with a different approach than he’d normally take. More… suggestive, rather than forceful.
“What’s the point?” Sasuke said. “You’ve already got the lube in your hand, on your fingers and such. Just get it over and done with - there’s no reason to waste any time.”
Naruto swallowed. “Alright… I-I guess.” he said. He crawled forward, easing himself around Hinata until he was just in front of Sasuke. Rather than slathering just a few fingers in the substance, he spread it across both of his hands.
He reached forward, wrapping both of his palms around Sasuke’s steely pole. Slowly, as efficiently as he could manage, he began to lather the lubricant across his best friend’s shaft.
It was one thing to see it from afar. It was one thing to see it up close. It was another thing to actually feel it. Naruto was taken back by how… big it seemed in his hands. He compared it mentally to the feeling of his own cock whenever he jerked off, and really, there was no comparison. It was thicker. Bigger. Harder. Warmer. Better in every way really.
There was complete and absolute silence as Naruto lubed up Sasuke’s cock. Naruto couldn’t help but think about how unintentionally humiliating this was. It was one thing to make sure his wife’s asshole was nice and ready… but it was another thing to prep up his rival’s cock, to make sure it was prepared to spear Hinata’s ass in two.
Naruto gulped. It scared him, how good this felt. It was humiliating… but it felt so damn right. To make sure that Sasuke’s cock was ready to claim his wife’s hole as his own. It left a warm feeling curdling in his gut, and he couldn’t tell whether he hated that feeling or loved it. The latter, however, seemed to be winning out.
“There,” Naruto said finally. He wiped his hands off on the sheets, glancing at his handiwork. Every inch of Sasuke’s cock was slathered in the greenish goo - from the tip to the base.
Sasuke smiled. “Alright,” he said. “A little change of position, to make this a tad easier.”
He eased himself off of the bed. With ease, he pulled Hinata off with him - and without further interlude, he bent her over the mattress, her luscious, plump ass jutting out towards him, her lubed-up asshole looking nice and eager for his cock.
Naruto slid off of the bed as well, on the opposite side of Sasuke and Hinata. He sunk to his knees, leaning forward. He and Hinata were face to face now. Blue eyes clashing with pale ones. Naruto could see Sasuke looming behind her, his cock resting on top of her ass cheeks, glistening with lube and looking so majestic in the light.
Sasuke reared back slightly, gripping the base of his member. Hinata whimpered slightly as he pressed the tip against her asshole - and gasped suddenly as he slid the first inch inside of it, the copious amounts of lube allowing him easy access.
She latched onto the things nearest to her - which, coincidentally, were Naruto’s hands. “Oh…!” she moaned, as he slid yet another two inches inside of her, the stinging pain reverberating throughout her body. Her eyes were still open, still staring into Naruto’s. “He’s so big, baby.” she whispered.
“I know…” Naruto said, his voice soothing. “I know… but you can do it.”
Sasuke jammed another two inches inside of her. Hinata’s eyes glistened with tears. “I know I can…!” she whined. “But he’s just so big, Naruto…!” Already, he had jammed what consisted of Naruto’s entire erection inside of her - with at least eight inches left to go. And that wasn’t even factoring in the reality that Sasuke was at least three times thicker than Naruto was… and that was on a bad day for the Uchiha.
They sat there, hand in hand, husband and wife. Staring into each other’s eyes… as the husband’s best friend rammed his unfathomably massive cock into the wife’s virgin asshole.
“Oh…” Hinata moaned.
Naruto blinked. “What is it?” he said. “Does it hurt?”
“No… it’s… it’s starting to feel good.” she murmured. Sasuke was thrusting in and out of her now, giving her backdoor a little time to adjust to his girth. “Really good.” She doubted anything could compare to the feeling of Sasuke hitting her clit, G-spot, and cervix all at once - but anal was… nice. It was a strange sensation, but pleasurable nonetheless.
Hinata had to readjust her grip to something more solid. She let go of Naruto’s hands - and instead, looped her own loosely around his neck. Almost as if he had been waiting for that, Sasuke began to pick up the pace - thrusting faster and harder into Hinata’s asshole.
Her moans began to ramp up as well. Her hot breath, fanning out against Naruto’s face. Her whimpers and groans of ecstasy bouncing off the walls of his ears. Yet, he couldn’t help but grin, as he felt his own body being moved by the sheer force of Sasuke’s thrusts, as he sent Hinata rocking back and forth on the bed. His own little erection was rock hard, sand particle sized dribbles of precum leaking from the tip.
“How big does it feel, honey?” Naruto blurted out, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“S-so big…!” Hinata said. And then, without thinking - “S-so much b-bigger than you…!” She appeared not to notice what she had said - still being overtaken by the feeling of Sasuke pounding her from behind.
Naruto’s grin widened. Slowly, he reached a hand down, to wrap his hand around the hardly an inch around circumference of his erection. He began to jerk himself off - the differences in he and Sasuke’s situations evident to him. Here Sasuke was, making his wife scream in ecstasy and pleasure as he speared her previously virgin asshole. And there was Naruto, jerking off beside the bed, forced to act as an anchor for his wife as his best friend pounded the living daylights out of her.
It was all he could have ever hoped for.
Sasuke came after a while - overcome by Hinata’s earlier teasing, and by her incredibly tight asshole that was like a vice around his cock. He gave no warning when he came, merely sheathing himself all the way inside of Hinata and letting loose. He fired three massive, pint-sized shots into her bowels - and then pulled out, spraying the rest of his load across her plump asscheeks and back. Hinata fell against the bed, held up only by her death grip around Naruto’s neck, the ex-Hyuga gibbering and moaning as globs of her lover’s cum spilled from her asshole. Naruto had came as well, one pathetic little string of jizz having been shot against the floor.
Did he give her a moment to recover? No. If Himawari could go another round after anal, then Hinata could too - and without even asking, Sasuke hoisted her up onto the bed. He joined her soon after, slipping himself beneath her, positioning himself at the entrance to her cunt and sinking inside without further ado. Hinata let out a long piercing moan, and soon she was bouncing up and down on top of him, her grip around Naruto’s neck having shifted to the bedposts, her bust pressed into Sasuke’s face.
“You can go ahead and join in if you want.” Sasuke said to Naruto - his smirk obscured by Hinata’s considerable breasts separating them.
For a moment, Naruto did try to join. He positioned himself behind Hinata, able to watch as her plump ass slowly bounced up and down Sasuke’s long and steely cock. They even paused for a moment - to allow him a moment to join in.
But what was there to join in?
Hinata’s asshole resembled a cave, gaping and filled with Sasuke’s cum. If he even had wanted to brave those jizz-packed depths… Naruto doubted that either Hinata, or him would be able to feel anything.
And so he was forced to sit there.
And watch.
As Hinata rode the impossibly long cock of his best friend, her moans bouncing around the walls of his brain. And yet, as he watched, as he saw in vivid detail what was happening - Naruto’s cock rose to attention once again. Compared to Sasuke, it was so small, like comparing a leadpipe to a toothpick, and in the case of their balls, a pair of grapefruits to raisins.
He couldn’t help himself. Naruto reached a hand down, and began to jerk himself off once more, Hinata’s moans acting as boner fuel, the sight of Sasuke’s cock stretching out her pussy arousing him like nothing else could.
And yet another step down the path of depravity had been taken.
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