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Gloryhole Adventures	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 60291 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, neither do I own the characters who may or may not be in this story. This story is purely nonprofit, but I reserve the right to delete/rewrite/whatever as I see fit.

Chapter List
- 1-A Blonde's Fun
- 2-Ino's Treat and a little sundae...
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Another chapter of this for you guys; I got a pretty good reception for the last one, and I'm glad for that. A few review replies before we get into the meat of it.
ANON - guest: I would recommend emailing me at bige2955@gmail.com, or contacting me on FF.net. We can discuss this kind of thing further if you'd like.
Randomness: Glad you liked it, ;)
A guess: You can think that if you'd like, :). Nobody's stopping you.
JJ: Glad I could bring this to you then! I intend to include a lot of girls, and there's going to be a lot of mystery as to who Mr. Gloryhole is, :D
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She was… she was kind of jealous. Anxious. Nervous? Ino wasn’t sure what the proper word was to describe what she felt.

Ino rubbed her shoulder. The rest of yesterday had been… painful, after she’d waltzed out of the hot springs with a belly full of cum and a promise for more the next day. Hours had passed. Slowly, the warmth in her stomach faded. She couldn’t quite smell him anymore. Even picturing the cock was getting harder, she could remember the size with perfect clarity, but the finer details… the veins, the muscles, the color… they were all fading away. She’d only been exposed to it for about five minutes, after all, and it was only natural that she’d forget something that she hadn’t seen for very long.

But she didn’t want to forget it. She wanted to remember it, to cherish it, to recall his cum blasting down her throat and onto her face as clearly as if it had happened a scant five minutes ago.

It was just her luck, wasn’t it? For years, she had waited for a well hung, cute, funny, smart stud to walk into her life - and it just had to happen when the only way she could access his equipment was by said stud slotting it through a hole in the wall.

She was really testy. It was eleven, now. She got dressed an hour early, combing her hair to perfection, brushing her teeth, fiddling with her clothes despite being well aware that he wouldn’t even see them. Eleven thirty. She was pacing, back and forth across her apartment, a look of intense concentration on her face.

Finally, at eleven forty five, she left the house. Ino hardly had time to lock the door before her before she flew down the hallway, her blonde hair swinging behind her. Into the elevator. Patiently waiting as it brought her down to the ground floor. And then, she was out, swerving around a kindly old lady and throwing herself through the doors of the complex. Onto the rooftops. And then, sailing through the air towards the hot springs.

She arrived with five minutes to go.

“Can I get the key to the hot spring I had yesterday?” Ino asked, stopping before the receptionist's desk, huffing and puffing, her face slightly red. The girl shot her an odd look. By the time she had retrieved the key, Ino had already slapped a few bills onto the countertop. The blonde swiped the key up, and shot down the hall, and into the private locker room once again.

She shed her clothes in record time, her shapely, curvaceous body coming into plain view. Normally she would take her time to examine herself in the mirror - because Ino knew she was a bad, sexy bitch, and she enjoyed flaunting it, even if it was to herself - but for now, her mind was focused on something else.

Tick. Tick.
She could almost hear the seconds passing.

Ino skidded to a halt in front of the place where she knew the genjutsu was disguising the hole. Almost panting with anticipation, she dropped to her knees, huffing and puffing, her chest heaving as she waited with bated breath.

There were footsteps, soft ones, that she could hear. The sound of clothes slipping off, the cloth falling to the ground almost noiselessly. The genjutsu vanished. And then, a hand reached through, a small piece of parchment clutched in it. Ino took it from his hands, unraveling the message and swiftly reading it.

There was a phone number, and below it, a message. ‘Text only, no calls, I will not answer them. I don’t care which part you present - mouth, pussy, or ass. Just text me which, so I can have an idea of what I should expect.’

Ino swallowed.

He wanted her to choose. But- but… how? How could she choose between three equally appetizing options? Option number one was for him to brutalize her throat with that gloriously massive cock. Option number two was for him to jam it into her cunt. And option number three was for him to tear her ass in two with frightening ease.

Her hands shook, her tongue sliding out of her pert lips and wetting them in turn. She was so, so tempted by option one. To feel his heat sliding into her mouth… and to recieve another god-like facial to the face - or even better, to receive his load down her throat, to take it in and feel it pool in her belly.

Option three was out of the question, for now at least. Without lube, she knew that his prodigious size would leave her hurting for weeks - though she knew he wouldn’t short change her on the pleasure, either.

But option two.

She wasn’t a virgin, that much she was obvious. But… to take something like that… the girth, the length, the size… she doubted that afterwards she would be able to handle taking any other cock afterwards. To feel it sliding past her folds, penetrating her depths… but, what truly drove her over the edge, was the mental picture of him dumping a fad, steaming wad of that glorious cum into her womb.

Juices pooled steadily down her thighs. Ino grinned, seizing her phone from her discarded clothes not a few feet away. She added the mystery man’s name to her contacts - his contact didn’t receive a name, instead it was just a row of three hearts.

She swiftly typed in the first message, the true beginning of their relationship. ‘My cunt.’ it read.

Only fifteen seconds passed before she received a reply.

‘Get yourself ready, then. Knock on the wall when you are.’

Ino knew that she couldn’t do some strange gymnastics to ensure her pussy was pressed up against the hole - mostly because she was pretty damn sure that the instant he was inside of her, she was going to lose control of her body.

There were several benches, presumably so people could sit down after a nice soak and talk or relax. They weren’t bolted down, so Ino took a moment, dragging it over to the hole in the wall, the muscles in her petite arms rippling. They were heavy, very heavy, but she was dedicated, and eventually she managed to wedge it into the proper place.

She took a second, a millisecond really, to rest. And then, she settled herself in. Swinging her legs over the bench, spreading them nice and wide. Draping her body backwards - scooting forward until her pussy was positioned just in front of the hole.

Ino couldn’t stop herself from grinning, her puffy pussy lips practically straining for a nice, fat cock to fill them, to stretch them out, to make her truly feel like a woman for perhaps the first time in her life.

Carefully, her knuckles white with nervousness, Ino knocked on the wall.

And instantly, not even a second later, a gloriously massive cock was slipped through the gloryhole. Her mouth watered as she stared at it. Of course, it wasn’t perfectly aimed - it didn’t go straight into her cunt as she would have preferred, but instead it rested on top of it, the tip resting near her belly button.

She wasn’t complaining, though. The angle allowed her to truly appreciate her man’s cock, for even when it was flaccid, it was still by far larger than anything she had seen up until yesterday. It was amazing. So, so, so fucking amazing.

Her poor little stud. His cock looked so swollen, so juicy, and she couldn’t help but want to caress it with her fingers - to make it nice and thick, and so mind shatteringly massive as it normally was. She had another idea though, one she was sure her mystery man would appreciate.

Ino gripped the base of it, licking her lips sultrily. Carefully, smoothly, she directed it until the tip was pressed against her folds - and with a small little shove, she slid his length inside of her. Again, it wasn’t hard, but even then it was big, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him.
Mmm… but after a minute, she had adjusted. And it felt snug, his flaccid member inside of her welcoming folds. As if it belonged inside of her; filling her in ways she could previously dream of. “It’s in…” she whispered, her toes curling ever so slightly. Despite the fact that the vast majority of the glory hole was plugged up by his monstrous cock, she knew that he had heard her.

And as if on cue, he hardened.

It was one thing to see it before her eyes, the blood pumping through his appendage, turning it into the monster that had bathed her face in cum and left her wanting for more. But to feel it growing erect inside of her was… an otherworldly experience. It thickened, it grew in length and girth. A moan spilled from Ino’s lips, for it felt so good, her legs twitching and her fingers clutched the sides of the bench.

He began to pump, back and forth through the hole, his glorious cock hitting places in her pussy that she hadn’t known existed before today. She gasped, she moaned - she shuddered, as his unique girth filled her again and again, to the point where she could hardly fathom the idea of being anywhere else aside from here, impaled on her mystery stud’s magnanimous cock.

True to her previous thoughts, she lost control of her body. It was impossible not to. This man was practically a god - and she found herself twisting and turning, unable to move simply by the fact that her grip on the bench and his cock jammed into her cunt refused to allow her to scoot forward or back even an inch. He continued to thrust through the hole, back and forth, so roughly that she could hear his cum-filled balls slapping against the wood on the other side.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, ohh!” She’d tied her hair up into its customary ponytail - expecting that he’d want to use her sweet mouth for a second time - but now, that was moot. Her platinum blonde locks had come loose, draping down her face, obscuring her vision. She couldn’t summon the energy to blow it out of her eyes, hardly able to keep her lungs working properly as her chest heaved up and down. She was so aroused. Her pussy was sopping wet, her rosy nipples so erect that they likely could cut diamonds. And he just kept pumping away, so hard and so thick that it felt as if someone were driving a wooden log into her snatch, a wooden log that made her see stars and question how she had ever looked at other men.

And then he stopped.

Something resembling a cry escaped her lips. Ino tried to buck her hips against him, but he wasn’t having none of it - regardless of the fact that he was still inside of her, making her full. She was sure that if he had actually pulled out, she would have started bawling then and there.

Her phone buzzed. Her hands seemed not to want to work the right way, but eventually she managed to swipe it up. There it was - the three hearts she had set his contact name as. ‘Are you on birth control?’

The implications. The sweet implications, his seed in her womb, his baby growing in there, able to feel him with her at all times regardless of whether his cock was inside of her or not.

But she had to be truthful, of course. She typed back a reply with shaky fingers, having to press the back button numerous times as she hit the wrong letter. ‘Yes, I am.’

Another text. ‘Good.’

And then he was thrusting against. The phone slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor, and yet she couldn’t summon the energy to care. “Oh, oh, oh… yeess!” Ino chanted. Oh, kami above, she had never felt so complete in her life. Where had this man been all her life? So long, she had waited. If only she could see his face. If only she could feel his body pressed against his, if only she could kneel and kiss the toes of the one man who she could love…

Owing to his ‘secretive’ nature, there was no warning when he came. He merely thrust in as far as he could go, and spurted his load inside of her. It was like a geyser - rope after rope of hot white semen shooting into her womb. She shivered and moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, a proper ‘ahegao’ look appearing on Ino’s face as her depths were plastered white with her hunk’s cum.

He pulled out, his seed leaking down her thighs in copious amounts near immediately. He was still hard, frightening so, and she had to wonder - just how much would it take to bring a beast like this down?

Her phone buzzed. It was a miracle that it hadn’t cracked, she thought, swiping it up for a second time. The same three hearts, that marked her mystery man’s contact. ‘Clean me off.’

Not that he needed to ask.

It took her a moment, to heave herself into a proper position - down on her knees, his white fluid flowing down her legs and onto the floor, her mouth positioned just in front of his still erect cock. She had to push the bench back a tad, to give her enough room to work.

She treated his cock less like a piece of male genitalia, and more like a holy artifact. Ino handled it with great care - gently cupping the base with her soft, soft hands, running her tongue along the head that was slathered in her juices and his precum. The concoction tasted delicious, and without a hint of regret, she took him into her mouth.

Considering his incredible size, girth, circumference, and well… everything, it took her about five minutes to fully clean him off. Perhaps she could have done it in three, but Ino had really wanted to enjoy it, and she took her sweet time doing it.

When she finally withdrew, her lips were smeared with precum, and her face broke out into a dazzling smile. The man pulled out through the hole, his freshly sparkling cock disappearing - and with it, the genjutsu reappeared, concealing the hole.

The phone buzzed. ‘Nice and tight.’ the text message read, and Ino blushed at his praise of her nice, sweet little pussy. ‘Two days from now. I have something to do tomorrow.’

She hurriedly texted him back. ‘Okay!’ her message read. ‘See you then!’ She had to refrain from adding a ‘Love you!’ to the end of the message.

Her face red, Ino set about to work - using one of the onsen’s complimentary towels to mop up the cum and juices that had leaked onto the floor. Soon she was dressed, her hair brushed, though she doubted she could have managed to scrub all of the cum out of her pussy even if she wanted to - so deep he had injected it, so that it filled her womb and continually leaked out.

Of course, her hunk was long gone. But that didn’t matter. Now, she could picture his cock near perfectly, and with the promise of a third meeting two days from now in her mind, Ino could honestly say she was happy.

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Ino wasn’t happy.

Her foot tapped impatiently on the ground. With a huff, she swung her head - her loose ponytail going with the head movement. She folded her arms across her bust, uncomfortably aware of the throbbing in her nether regions.

Was cock withdrawal a real thing? She wasn’t entirely sure, but what other way was there to describe what was happening to her? There was a ache in her loins, an innate need for her needy cunt to be filled with the cock that haunted her dreams.

She stared about the room, glaring at the occupants as if it was their fault that she wasn’t getting any cock.

The Konoha Twelve liked to have reunions every now and then. Food, drink, talk, conversation… it was all passed around, the old academy classmates mingling with each others.

For the first little while, Ino had managed to hold her urges at bay by… briefly entertaining the idea that Mr. Horse Cock was one of the Konoha Twelve.

She’d thought of Naruto at first - but would he be careful enough to ask if she was on birth control before he came inside of her?

She thought of Sasuke - her heart swimming at the idea that her former crush was her mystery hunk - but she’d quickly dismissed him as well. She just couldn’t see Sasuke being interested in things like glory holes.

Her third thought had been Shikamaru, but she’d dismissed that near immediately. The idea of Shikamaru managing to tear himself away from cloud watching long enough to blow her mind was… laughable. The same went for Choji and his eating habits.

Sai? No, Ino was pretty sure he was asexual… or gay, maybe.

She just didn’t know! It was so tough. Her eyes gazed around the room, again and again, running through the same candidates and coming up with nill. She saw Naruto talking adamantly with his twin, Naruko. Sasuke milling in the corner, a surly look about him. Shikamaru and Choji muttering to each other as they shared a bag of chips. Sakura chasing after a disheveled Sai, that sickly smile on his face.

Someone tapped on her shoulder.

“Is… everything alright?” none other than Temari of Sunagakure asked her, those teal eyes staring at her. “I’m not one to usually pry into other people’s business,” Temari continued. “But seriously, you look a little fucked up right now.”

Ino swallowed.

“Temari…” Ino began. “Do you think I could tell you about something?”

“Sure.”

“Well, the other day I decided to pay a trip to the onsen…”

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