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A Haruno/Yamanaka Dinner Party	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: ... Whew... I don't own NARUTO and much no monies off this.

Chapter List
- 1-Appetizer
- 2-Entree
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Originally, I called Ino's mom a bitch before deciding to call her Kaori, which means petal or something, I dunno. But then I wrote that Naruto/nurses story and found out Lee's nurse's name was Kaori! So I went back to calling Ino's mom a bitch again before deciding on Kiku.
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            Sakura didn’t intend to play hostess tonight; her mom seemed to enjoy the role too much. But in her absence – looking for the ‘lost’ Kizashi upstairs – Sakura was not above the duties expected of her. She engaged Inoichi and his wife, telling them how pleasant they looked – though modest Inoichi acted sheepish and said his robes seemed a little tattered to actually look nice, yet his wife was the picture of perfection – and assumed her spot on the floor between his knees.
            I hope Mom finds Dad soon. It wasn’t a huge house, but Kizashi always seemed up for a game of hide-and-seek. Not that Sakura minded being alone with the Yamanaka parents; they were always kind and courteous to her even if their daughter wasn’t. So Sakura hoping that her dad was found was more that she didn’t want him embarrassing his family tonight.
            She looked down the cock when she brought it out from Inoichi’s pants with only a little help from his wife holding open the split of button and zipper. Sakura smiled warmly up at him, tenderly taking the semi-erection in between her fingertips. “You have such vigor as always,” she said politely.
            Again, her compliments made Inoichi embarrassed. “Well, maybe not,” he laughed with a blush. “Your dad always seems much more youthful.”
            “Dear, you should learn how to accept the compliment.” The brunette wife looked down at the girl looming over her husband’s hardening prick. “Thank you, Sakura-chan. You know he doesn’t take compliments well.”
            “S-sorry,” gushed the husband, feeling all the more self-conscious at the attention both women were giving him.
            Sakura started with licking; long, full motions from base to tip, moving over bit by bit to coat the veiny underside with a thin layer of her saliva. The swollen urethra contracted, but nothing more than a spittle of precum emerged thus far. Sakura was happy to clean the leaking head, though the clear fluid was stickier than she imagined; it took an amending swipe of her tongue to catch the hanging loop and swallow it all down.
            “Your technique is certainly improving, Sakura-chan,” wheezed the older man watching her. “Your dad must be proud!”
            Her dad and others… but Sakura was concerned with him right now. She flashed a courteous smile before sinking her mouth down over the head. She kept her attention sustained there for a while, swirling her fervent tongue over and over in clean circles, consuming any more bursts of precum traveling up his pent-up penis.
            And then she dropped; it was the plunge that took Inoichi’s soul from his lungs with a gasping breath. Luckily, his darling wife was there to put a hand on his chest and comfort him. He looked at her with a weary smile, not speaking but giving her his thanks all the same. She smiled back while their daughter’s friend consumed his cock over and over.
            “Ah!! What’s this?!”
            The couple looked over – Sakura didn’t deter from her mission – and watched the Haruno parents and their daughter descending the stairs to join them. Ino looked flushed and radiant, Mebuki seeming perturbed while swishing and swallowing something in her mouth, and Kizashi standing there absolutely naked with a very brandished erection – which gleamed under a fine polish.
            “It seems we had more time than we thought, Mebuki,” he jeered to his exasperated wife. “You need to trust our Sakura more! She’s not the Fifth’s trusted apprentice for nothing, after all.”
            Inoichi grunted with a nod. “Yes, she is certainly dutiful and thorough,” he confessed as his balls were trudged out to be given some attention themselves. Sakura danced her tongue over one, and then switched to the other with gentle suckling.
            At the compliment that made Kizashi burst with laughter and commend himself and Mebuki as parents, Ino looked off to the side with a grimace. He rarely compliments me like that. Damn forehead girl.
            “Well, I suppose that now that we’re all here, we can finally get to dinner!”
            “You can’t say that when you’re the reason we had to wait,” Mebuki admonished him. And of course, Kizashi just agreed and laughed some more. “And do you intend to sit down at the dinner table like that?” She was speaking to the erection at his waist that would surely be poking up against the underside of the table.
            The thought hadn’t occurred to him as he looked down at it like he’d never seen it up and hard at a time like is. “Oh! You’re right! We should do something about it!” He addressed Ino’s mom, putting on a big, charming smile and reaching a hand out in welcoming. “Would you like to be of service, Kiku-san?! I wouldn’t want you to feel left out!”
            Kiku smiled, but held up a hand in declination. “I’m fine, Kizashi-san.”
            “Well, then, we should just go eat then,” Inoichi said to his family and his hosts now that Sakura’s mouth had returned to salving his shaft. Without disrupting her, he made a move to get up.
            “But, dear, if we do that now before you finish, it’ll spoil your appetite,” Kiku lectured him.
            He grumbled a little in thought, and knew she was right. But it was hard for him to have others wait around while he incompetently tried to finish.
            “Who’s to say we can’t start anyway?” said Kizashi loudly, and then offered a prime solution.
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            “Ah-ah-ah!”
            “This might not have been a good idea, Kizashi,” Mebuki admonished, moving a plate out of the way of Sakura’s reaching hands. The daughter was entirely disrobed – just like her father – and was having her pussy split open on the prepped dinner table. When Inoichi had lifted one of her knees onto the table surface, she knocked over the basket of rolls; Inoichi apologized profusely while running his cock up into their daughter.
            “I think it’s a fine way for the Yamanaka and the Haruno to enjoy their meal together!” Kizashi was feeling rather fine himself, taking a bite of one of the turned over rolls while Ino and Kiku ate on either side of him. He sat a bit further from the table so that his swollen erection was easy for them to grab. Mother and daughter, working his shaft together with the hand not utilizing their utensils. Kiku motioned her hand up and down while Ino employed learned techniques, such as rubbing her palm vigorously against his head to give a burst of overloading pleasure that made him sputter around his food.
            Mebuki sighed. Kizashi might enjoy it, but she knew whatever mess there’d be as a result…
            “Ughn! Cumming…!” was all Inoichi could get to say before he started inseminating Sakura on the dinner table.
            … she’d have to be the one to clean it up. Her daughter moaned loud as piles of Yamanaka semen loaded into her belly. Inoichi had been so busy, he wasn’t able to release his load for days, so he made sure that not an ounce was spared from her uterus. Who knew when he’d get a chance to be relieved from duty again?
            Sakura panted in the aftermath, her body coiling up now that she wasn’t taking a good pounding from Ino’s dad. “Tired, Sakura?” Ino teased while pinching Kizashi’s tip.
            With a harrumph, Sakura grumbled, “Quiet, Ino-pig.” Ino just smirked until Kizashi brought her head down to interrupt her meal with a good serving of Haruno cock.
            When Inoichi pulled out, he fretted over the spillage from Sakura’s cunt. It ran onto the table and was already beginning to pool under her. “I’m sorry,” he said to Mebuki. “Please forgive me, but I’ve been overworked as of late.”
            Mebuki wouldn’t let her guest fret, not over such a minor issue and while his tension was abated. She smiled at him and said kindly – as she wouldn’t to her husband – “It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. You sit down and eat.”
            While Kizashi made a ruckus on the other end of the table, crying that Ino’s skills were amazing, Inoichi stepped aside and smiled at Mebuki. “Thank you very much, Mebuki-san.” He sat down to his own dinner plate while Mebuki took his previous spot between Sakura’s legs, pushed her thighs a bit more open, and swooped in to mop up the mess with her tongue again.
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