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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

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A/N:
As some of my long term fans surely know, last year I did a Christmas special for Naruto’s Fetish. It was an incredibly fun chapter to write, and now that it’s a whole year later and Christmas is coming once more, I see no reason to not make a second Christmas chapter. So here you go!
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A forewarning: this chapter is not set directly after the previous chapter. It is a standalone chapter intended to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ through some fun, wholesome, smut action. The chapter after this one will resume from the chapter before this one.
Keep in mind that this chapter will not take into account any events that may or may not happen in the near future of Naruto’s Fetish. There will be no foreshadowing or subtle hints or whatever, so just sit back and enjoy the chapter for what it is.
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After how enjoyable the previous Christmas had been, Himawari had insisted that they celebrate the Western holiday once more. Sasuke—remembering the raunchy attire that Himawari, Sarada, and Hinata had worn the previous year—couldn’t help but agree.
The new house was to be slowly transformed in the first few days of December. None of the girls, or Sasuke, would have to do anything of course—not when they had the equivalent of a thousand laborers to do the job for them.
And rather than Christmas music, each and every one of those laborers had a different sort of background music to work to. One that they enjoyed just as much, if not more, than Jingle Bells.
“Oh~! Oh~! Ooh! Oh! Yes—right there, yes!”
Sasuke leaned back, letting out a relaxed sigh as his frame seemed to meld with the supple material of the sofa.
On top of him, mounted upon his mammoth cock, Hinata threw her head back. “Yes!” she cried, tits bouncing up and down in a hypnotic motion. “Oh God—yeees!”
Her knees were on the couch, her back toward Sasuke. The only thing that connected him to her, aside from his hands on her hips, was his thick and fat member sheathed quite comfortably inside of her.
Really, she didn’t have to do anything; there was no need to move a muscle. Sasuke took care of everything for her.
All he had to do was gently thrust up and down and her world was blown away.
Mmm.
He was so deep inside of her—grinding against her womb. She tried to wiggle her hips, but Sasuke kept her firmly in place.
“Damn,” Sasuke grunted. “Ease up a bit, will you?”
Hinata blinked. It took her a moment to realize that, well, he wasn’t talking to her. She looked down—in the haze of pleasure, she hadn’t even seen…
Sakura suckled gently at her husband’s balls. There was a serene sort of look in her eyes; being driven from ‘his only wife’ to ‘one of five’ still gnawed at her ego. But when she was here, Sasuke’s balls in her mouth, his masculine scent filling her nose… she could live with it.
All around them, blondes were at work. Naruto number seven was putting up red and green lights—Naruto thirty-one was helping to put up the Christmas tree, which towered several meters high. Naruto forty-one and forty-two were lugging boxes full of ornaments and lights to put on the tree.
They weren’t all numbered, of course. But it was necessary to describe the scale of the construction effort.
Each and every Naruto was hard and erect, little cocks standing at attention as they went about their work. How could they not be erect? With Sasuke fucking their wife right there on the sofa, her moans echoing off of their ears, it was impossible for them to not be horny.
There were approximately a hundred and fifty two Narutos throughout the house, setting up the Christmas decorations.
And all of them, each and every other, was perfectly content with letting Sasuke do this to them. Humiliate them by fucking their wives in earshot of all of them.
Shadow clones were ‘supposed’ to have slightly different personalities. Some might be suave, some might be a tad rebellious to the original Naruto, some might be somber, some might be a little flamboyant. A hundred and fifty two different Narutos meant there were a hundred and fifty one different possibilities.
And yet, not one of them stepped one toe out of line.
They made no move toward Sasuke. Not a word passed their lips, even if one or two of them might have a ‘slightly’ different opinion on their degradation at Sasuke’s hands. All of them, each and every one of them, remained the subservient little cucks that they were. It was ingrained in them; inherent.
“Alright,” Sasuke said, stopping his thrusts up into Hinata. “I’ve got to give Sakura a turn too, Hinata,” he told the busty woman seated upon him.
Hinata pouted. “But—you didn’t even cum inside of me…!” she protested.
“Later,” he said, lifting her up and off of him, lowering her onto her legs beside him. “Go and help Naruto with the decorating.” With a swat of her plump and juicy ass, he sent her on her way.
Sasuke smirked as he eyed the pink haired beauty still resting on her knees before him.
Sakura shuddered at the look in his mismatched gaze.
“You know what I want,” he whispered, voice full of promises of a wonderful time.
She had been married to him for too long not to know.
In another life, if she hadn’t had the ambition to become a kunoichi from the age of three, she might have become a gymnast.
Sakura slid into his lap, turning her back toward him. Effortlessly, she made a split, legs on either side of her at a ninety degree angle. She bent over the couch, her round and plump, heart-shaped ass stuck out at him. Her hands rested on the floor—she looked back up at him, smiling.
Of course, her nice and puckered asshole was more than ready for him.
Sasuke’s cock had already been nice and lubed up by Hinata’s hot and wet cunt, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
“You,” said the Uchiha, pointing at a random Naruto that was walking by. “Go and get me a bottle of lube.”
“From where?” the Naruto said, blinking in confusion.
“Anywhere,” Sasuke growled. “Drop whatever you’re doing it and find it now.”
The clone’s first instinct was to protest. However, the look in Sasuke’s eyes told him that that was a very bad idea—the consequences might not fall on that particular Naruto, but it would certainly fall on the non-pregnant Naruko’s chances at getting laid anytime soon.
Scowling, the Naruto clone gave a nod of assent, then took off in search for the lube.
Sasuke kept busy by grasping Sakura’s plump ass cheeks, squeezing them in his hands, smirking as his wife moaned. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he swore. “And no healing, either. If you can’t walk for the next week after I’m done with you, then so be it.”
There was a giddy look upon Sakura’s face.
It wasn’t that Sasuke had left her unsatisfied all that time he was pounding Hinata and the others… quite the opposite, in fact. He’d been away from home a lot, but he had made up for it every time he had come home, no matter if his cock was dripping the juices of other women.
But it had been a while since he had shown her this degree of attention. And maybe it was selfish—okay, it was selfish, but she couldn’t deny the elation she felt upon seeing him dismiss Hinata just to get a turn with her.
She was already wet. Oh—oh so damned wet. To be fair, she had been horny from the moment she’d stepped into the living room and had seen her husband’s gigantic cock pistoning in and out of Hinata’s cunt.
Sakura remained in her awkward position the whole time they waited for the clone to return. She stayed in the split, her hands on the floor, her entire body at his disposal, especially her ass.
She was almost on the verge of foaming at the mouth by the time the clone returned, a bottle of lube in hand. He handed it to Sasuke—Sasuke took it, waved him off with a hand, and then began the process of lubing up Sakura’s asshole.
It was an especially tight hole. He’d tried entering it without lube before and had found it near impossible. So, fingers slathered with the green liquid, Sasuke slipped one into her anus. Sakura moaned. He added a second, having already begun to pump the first finger in and out of her. Before long, he’d added a third.
Sasuke inhaled and exhaled deeply as he fingered Sakura’s asshole. It took a special kind of restraint to have this beautiful woman in front of him, nude and ready for his cock, and yet have to wait a few minutes while he prepped her up. It was agonizing. His member throbbed and twitched, Sakura unable to do anything to ‘ease’ his tension owing to her position.
He managed, however. And when he deemed her ready, Sasuke wasted no time. He gripped Sakura’s hips, pulling her back slightly.
Grasping the hilt of his throbbing cock, Sasuke gently pressed the tip against her puckered hole, which was oozing the lubricant he’d so carefully used. Sakura could only whimper.
She had taken his cock hundreds of times in all three of her holes. Sakura was well aware of just how big he was. But there was no amount of anal that could cause her ass to fully adjust to his size.
Even with all the lubricant, it was a slow process to ease his member into her. He grunted and groaned the whole way, squeezing her hip with one hand and still gripping his cock with the other. Finally, he got the whole mushroom head inside.
After that, it was easier. He bucked his hips forward, enjoying the wonderful vision of his cock disappearing into her anus. Her round and plump ass framing the image only added to the experience.
“Fuuuck,” Sasuke hissed. She was so, so damned tight—calling it unreal would be an understatement. “Take it; come on, take it.”
He exhaled, rearing his head back. Both of his hands were on her hips now. His nostrils flared as he pushed and pushed. Sakura couldn’t do much more than whimper in front of him, her hands shaking, fingers gripping the floor tightly.
With a yank, he pulled her toward him about an inch. A measly inch might not sound like much, but considering just how fat his cock was and just how tight her asshole was in comparison, it meant a whole lot.
Some of the Naruto clones, still working on the decorations, paused and looked at the spectacle.
It was a wonderful sight; they’d all be lying if they said they weren’t attracted to Sakura. And to see what they saw… the pink haired beauty in the position she was in, with Sasuke’s fat cock slowly burying itself into her anus… it was glorious. Her sweaty, naked body. The way she moaned.
In that room alone, there were four dozen erections. In earshot of Sakura’s moans, there were many more. And when one Naruto clone slipped and fell off a ladder, dispelling and giving every Naruto its memories, every single Naruto had an erection. Including the original.
Hinata, who had traveled to the other side of the house, blinked curiously.
“Where did that come from?” she asked, staring at her husband’s crotch. His puny erection, while not nearly as impressive as Sasuke’s, was more than noticeable.
Naruto number ninety-five—whom Hinata had directed the question toward—wisely decided to remain silent.
Meanwhile, Sasuke was still drilling a hole into Sakura. Not literally, but it certainly felt that way. There was little she could do to resist.
But the worst was over.
They were over the hump. Now that she had adjusted somewhat, steeling herself, she could take more; and more; and more. It wasn’t long before he was steadily sliding inch after inch of that magnificent cock into her. And while Sasuke was big, even his member had a finite size.
Soon, he was buried all the way in her to the base. His thighs resting quite comfortably against her ass cheeks. He grunted and groaned as her anus squeezed the length of his cock.
“You ready?” he asked her in a low growl.
Sakura’s eyes were screwed closed; her face was drawn up in an expression halfway between pain and pleasure. Having an obscene amount of fat cock jammed in her ass could do that.
It wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
He began to pull out of her, just a few inches, not the whole length. And then he slammed himself right back in her with a low grunt. He pulled out, just a few inches—and then right back inside of her to the hilt he went.
Sasuke repeated the process. Again and again.
It’s important to note that the thrusts didn’t blur together. They weren’t quick. They were slow, brutal—with every single single one, Sakura felt as if her insides were being rearranged.
And it felt so good.
She wasn’t an anal slut or anything… in fact, she got off a lot more on good old fashioned vaginal sex. But there was still something to getting a good piping up the ass by her well hung husband.
Sasuke’s nostrils flared with every thrust. His face was red; Sakura was just so damned tight. It took every fiber of his being and decades of experience to keep himself from cumming then and there, and even then, it was a losing battle. Sakura had a lot of things going for her, but most prominent was her ass.
“Fuck!” he roared, slamming himself into her, harder than ever now.
All the Narutos in the room had paused their construction efforts—they were all staring. Blondes from other rooms were flocking to watch the anal pounding. They formed a circle, watching, with bated breath, some of them masturbating without shame.
Sasuke didn’t care about the audience; he had lost himself in the wonder that was his wife’s body. All he could see was her. She was moaning oh so loud, throwing her head back, pushing herself back against him as he thrust into her.
He was at his absolute limit.
There was only so much that even Sasuke could take.
Without a sound, not even a groan, he shoved every last inch of his cock into her. Every inch—every inch.
And then he came.
Sakura could only whimper, and purr like a cat, as her hubby filled her up to the brim with that deliciously thick and gooey cum.
He reached forward, grasping her shoulders, pulling her even closer toward him. His cock throbbed and twitched deep within her—deeper than Naruto, or any other man really, could hope to reach. His jizz was on the verge of overflowing within her.
Until finally, it stopped. Like a faucet that was abruptly turned off. His orgasm switched from full throttle, then tapered off rather quickly.
Not that Sakura was disappointed. She was surprised that her belly wasn’t bulging; hell, she felt pregnant again just from how much cum he had packed into her.
Sasuke felt immensely satisfied.
He’d came so hard that he actually gone soft. With a deep breath, he pulled out of Sakura; her hands gave out and she would have fallen off the couch altogether if he had not reached forward, grabbing her arms and holding her up.
Her asshole gaped lewdly—it moved a tad, opening and closing for a few moments… and then, coinciding with a moan from Sakura, it began to drool copious amounts of his seed. It slopped down the back of her legs, spilling onto the couch.
He smirked.
With a heavy smack against one of her ass cheeks, Sasuke proceeded to let her go. She slumped—slowly sliding down, off of the sofa and onto the floor.
Sasuke glanced to the side. “You two,” he said, pointing toward a pair of flabbergasted Narutos, only of the many that had come to watch the show. “Take her to her room.” He nodded toward Sakura, sprawled out in front of the couch. “You—” He pointed to another Naruto. Sasuke pointedly scooted to the side, then pointed toward the spot where his cum had leaked from Sakura’s gaping asshole and had stained the sofa. “Clean that up.”
There was a flicker in his eyes as he glanced at Sakura’s naked body, even as the two Narutos hefted her up and prepared to take her away. His soft cock throbbed, slowly beginning to harden once more.
“And you,” Sasuke said, jabbing a finger at a fourth Naruto.
“Huh?”
“Go and fetch Hinata for me. Tell her that I require her services once more.”

It wasn’t quite that ‘special day’ yet, but Christmas time was in full swing.
The renovations were complete. Every bit of the house dripped and oozed holiday cheer. Sasuke could almost vomit from just how cheerful everything was… well, almost. There were, naturally, a few perks that came with the holidays.
Tick, tock—every morning, Himawari would mark a day on the calendar. It was the tenth, then the fifteenth, then the twentieth… until finally, it was the twenty-fourth.
He was feeling a little charitable that evening. Jolly, even—okay, not jolly, but whatever. He certainly looked the part, sporting a red and green christmas hat, almost like Santa Claus. Not willingly. He tore it off every chance he got, but through sleight of hand and good old fashioned teamwork, one of the girls always got it back on his head.
In a show of benevolence, Sasuke decided to allow all of the girls to sleep in his room that night.
Hinata groaned as she stretched, bending down and to the side, her fingers easily touching her toes. Despite it having been years since she had gone on any sort of mission, she was still flexible and nimble. Not Sakura levels, of course, but then again, who was?
But her stretches weren’t what Sasuke was focused on. It was more so her attire. Which was a nice and cheerful red sweater with a picture of a Christmas tree on the front. And that was it.
It was big enough to fall to her thighs, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her bust was squished up against the fabric, nipples clearly visible, and the stretches she did caused the sweater to ride up and give off glances of her thighs.
“Mmm—Mom, you’re such a tease,” Himawari said. “You got him hard already!” One of her hands was playing with Sasuke’s fat cock; gently stroking it, the young woman ‘oohing and ‘aahing as it twitched and throbbed.
Sasuke smirked. It wasn’t entirely true—he was surrounded by women that ooze sexiness and staying soft around them was an attempt at the impossible. Hinata had contributed, but the other girls had their roles to play in getting him hard too.
Like Himawari and Sarada for instance.
The blue haired Uzumaki was on his left—the black haired Uchiha on his right. And they too were keeping to the Christmas theme, with Himawari wearing nothing but a pair of green panties and Sarada wearing a pair of red ones. They were both snuggled against him, Sasuke having his arms wrapped around the both of them.
You couldn’t count Sakura or Naruko out, either.
Sakura was perched on the end of the bed, seated on her knees, a coy smile on her face. She was naked—well, aside from the hat atop her head, a red and green one with a bell tied to the top. She had stockings on as well, her left leg red and her right leg green.
And there was Naruko, who was curled up a few feets below Sarada, Sasuke, and Himawari. Now she was utterly naked—aside from bells that had been tied to the end of her pigtails. Not to mention her collar, which had always been decorated with another set of bells.
Even Naruto got in on the celebration! Hinata—giggling like mad—had stuck a little red bow to the top of his member. What else was needed? He wasn’t in the room with them, though; he had been put into his little pen for the time being. Of course, Sasuke left the cameras on for him. He wasn’t that cruel.
Sasuke’s powerful cock yearned in Himawari’s grip.
“Alright girls,” he said, tightening his grip around his daughter and the mother of his son. “I think it’s time.”
There was a variety of looks on their face. From relief, to want, to need.
Hinata crawled onto the bed. With Naruko and Sakura beside her, they moved up toward Sasuke.
They took the initiative.
Five sets of hands descended—like the hungry bitches they were, they fought over the right to give him a handjob. There wasn’t any punching or scratching, but Sasuke’s cock was jerked this way and that, looking like an arcade joystick, albeit a massive and fleshy one.
Eventually, each one of them got at least one hand onto the pole. There was a brief pause, as a round of glances were passed around the circle they formed. And then they began to coordinate, all of them stroking every inch of Sasuke’s cock at nearly the same exact time… it was incredible.
He let out his first moan of the night, huge member throbbing beneath the weight of their penta-hand job.
Another pause. Another exchange of glances.
“Titjob,” said one of them—Sasuke wasn’t sure which one, because before his brain could digest that information, they attacked.
It wasn’t long before five sets of tits were wrapped around his cock. Ranging from Hinata and Naruko’s ample breasts to Sarada and Sakura’s moderate ones, not to leave out Himawari’s which were in between the two. It wasn’t perfect—while there weren’t any gaps, every inch of his member engulfed by the mountain of titties, there were some irregularities. One girl having only a little bit pressed against him while another would have their entire bosom wrapped around it. But it ebbed and flowed as the girls did, and everyone got their fair share in.
Sasuke was a groaning, moaning mess before long. There was only so much one man could take, and five women giving him a combined titjob was not one of the things he could handle for long.
“Keep it going, girls!” Sakura said. She was the virtual Mrs. Claus of the group. “We’ve got him!”
It was chaos. The room was filled with Sasuke’s moans, the girls’ groans—the jingling of bells on pigtails and hats and the collar. Even while they worked together, the women competed a tad. One girl would steal a chance to bend down, wrapping her lips around the head of Sasuke’s cock and giving it a blatant kiss, only to be pulled back by three or four sets of hands.
Beneath it all, Sasuke was trapped. It would take a force as powerful as the Susanoo to break free from five women fighting over his cock—Naruko was sitting on his leg, Sakura seated on his other leg… Himawari was practically on his chest while Hinata and Sarada took an arm each. He couldn’t do much more than throw his head back and desperately try to withstand the suspiciously merry onslaught of breasts.
Then, they stopped. Whether from exhaustion, or just from a mutual agreement to ease up on the poor man.
Drawing back, they lined up, the bed more than big enough for them to do so. All of them knelt before him—it went like this, Sarada and Hinata on the left, Himawari and Sakura on the right, and Naruko crowding the middle.
“Who do you want first, sweetie?” Hinata asked him, a smile on her face.
It was a delicious thought. Five wet and ready pussies at his disposal; five tight assholes; five hot mouths; five sets of tits, five sets of hands. He was harder than he’d ever been before in his life.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he said.
They gazed at him quizzically.
“All of you.” His voice dripped with arousal.
He wasn’t quite as proficient at the technique as Naruto was—he still had to form a hand seal. But his fingers were so swift that none of them, not even Naruko, knew what was coming until it was already there.
Four Sasukes popped into being. And now, to meet five wet and ready pussies there were five huge and hard cocks.
Now it was Sasuke’s turn to seize the initiative. And they did it with gusto.
Before long, all five girls had been seized and yanked into a variety of positions.
Within seconds, Hinata was getting pounded from behind, doggy style, by a vengeful Sasuke. He was slamming into her so hard and fast that she was on the verge of cumming within seconds—grasping her heavy, swinging breasts, thrusting forward so viciously that her body threatened to buckle beneath the power.
Naruko was grabbed by two Sasukes at once. After a brief squabble, they came up with a simple solution—spit roasting. She, of course, had no say in the matter. A moment later and she couldn’t say anything in the matter, what with the fat cock jammed down her throat. At the same time, an equally fat cock was ramming itself in and out of her asshole.
Sakura got it relatively easy. Only a single Sasuke had gone after her, and there was no fancy position for her. She was thrown on her back and taken just like that, in the all-time classic missionary position. Her legs wrapped around her Sasuke’s waist, arms around his neck, bucking her hips and moaning as he hammered her with thrust after thrust.
One lucky Sasuke got both Himawari and Sarada to himself. And they were more than willing to share. Draped upon each other, Sarada’s back to the bed and Himawari’s back to Sarada. Two hot and tight cunts layered just beside each other. That particular Sasuke wasted no time, sliding into Sarada’s cunt first, pounding her relentless for a few moments and then switching to Himawari.
Flushed faces and loud moans echoed throughout the room. The ringing of bells. The five Sasukes grunting and groaning as they made the five girls moan like bitches in heat. The Christmas costumes stayed on—Hinata’s sweater was bunched around her neck, Sakura’s hat was still on, Sarada and Himawari’s red and green panties respectively had simply been pushed to the side and Naruko’s bells were still swinging from her pigtails. Not to mention Sasuke, all five of him, none of whom could be bothered to remove their own Christmas hats while they had a few sexy women to fuck.
Hinata bit into the sheets, her hands splayed out in front of her as her Sasuke pounded her into the mattress. “Mmm!” She couldn’t speak; she couldn’t think. So thick, so fat—with an almost inhuman grunt, Hinata twitched and came around her lover’s huge cock.
Literal tears leaked out of the corners of Naruko’s eyes. These two Sasukes weren’t loving, they weren’t gentle, they were anything fucking but. They used and abused her body as if she were simply an incredibly curvaveous sex doll. Her asshole was hammered until it was red and raw—her throat was given the same treatment. And she enjoyed every moment of it, a lewd look on her face the whole time.
Sakura was in la-la land. There was no intermission, no break, not even a second to breath for her. The Sasuke upon her, inside of her, was relentless. Jackhammering away wasn’t something a woman typically liked, but Sasuke—owing to his sheer size and sheer skill—could get away with it. And her Sasuke, at least, relatively, was passionate about it. He kissed her; he clutched her breasts, he nudged her clit, he did all those little things that had her shuddering and cumming like there was no tomorrow.
Himawari and Sarada were each given a healthy dose of pleasure, even if they had to split a Sasuke between them. Their Sasuke seemed to be a demon—what else could thrust so hard and so fast into them, making them cum in less th a minute before pulling out a switching to the other girl. They were shuddering, moaning messes, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, both of them immobile beneath their Sasuke’s assault.
It was an orgy of terrific proportions; what else could properly cap off the holiday season?
There were no creampies, not yet at least. No—as if previous determined, the Sasukes all stopped at once, hopping off the bed, leaving five girls whimpering and moaning and glancing around in confusion as to why the pleasure had ended.
Naruko was the first ‘victim’. She was ripped off the bed, each of her pigtails seized by a Sasuke. Down onto her knees she went. Looking up, she saw five hard and thick cocks being stroked right before her eyes.
“Merry Christmas,” the Sasukes grunted.
Sakura, Hinata, Sarada, and Himawari, rose gently. Their vision cleared—they regained their awareness just in time to see Naruko’s fate.
Siminatinously, five loads rocketed out across the blonde’s face. A seemingless endless stream of hot and gooey cum, five fire hydrants that splurted across her features and utterly obscured them. She closed her eyes—within seconds, her face had disappeared. Her hair was coated with the white substance, her breasts recieving a fair helping too. When they were done, Uzumaki Naruko was unrecognizable.
She was shoved to the side, moaning and panting, a complete mess.
Sakura was next.
The pink haired dame was treated with a little more dignity. Rather than being pulled down by her hair, she was yanked by the hand—it was her, utterly aware of what she was doing, that dropped down to her knees and awaited what was to come.
The five Sasukes didn’t just sit there, stroking themselves for however long it took to get back to orgasm. They had a little trick up their sleeves.
One of the Sasukes made the sacrifice. In an instant, he dispelled.
The remaining Uchiha males were instantly flooded with his memories. Apparently, that Sasuke had been one of the two to tag-team Naruko, and God, it had been a pleasurable sight.
Within seconds, they were rearing to go already. The pleasure was transmitted straight to them, and their cocks were throbbing and twitching before long… Sakura grinned, throwing her head back, opening her mouth and sticking out her tounge.
She didn’t have to wait long. With a chorous of grunts, a second barrage of cum was inbound. It was down one Sasuke, but it was potent nonetheless.
Like Naruko before her, her features were buried beneath a thick layer of jizz. Emerald eyes shining beneath an ocean of cum. Somehow, they were fortunate enough to prevent more than a few drops of jizz from staining the Christmas hat. Her tongue caught a good helping of the barrage of cum, and quite lewdly, she gulped it all down. “So good…” she purred.
The remaining Sasukes were impatient, and their gallantry ended there. She was tossed to the side to join Naruko, both of the facialed girls laying side by side.
It was Sarada pulled down this time. “Papa~!” she squealed, as she was pushed down onto her knees.
Another sacrifice by a Sasuke, and the remaining three were ready to go once more.
The future of the Uchiha clan, the future Matriatch, the only daughter of the legendary Uchiha Sasuke… was promptly coated by her father’s cum. A huge trio of loads that splattered across her face, covering the lenses of her glasses and concealing her features from sight.
Like the others, she was pushed to the side.
Now it was Himawari’s turn. She was yanked down—another Sasuke made a sacrifice. Another load splattered across her face. And then, she was shoved to the side.
Then there was one.
Sasuke smirked. He stood beside the last clone, who was ready to dispel himself at any moment.
“Alright,” he said, turning to the four girls on the ground, all four of them brandishing cum-covered faces and obscenely wet pussies. “I think you four get to decide Hinata’s fate. What do you want me to do to her?”
There was an almost evil look in their faces.
“Creampie her,” Himawari said.
“Creampie!” Naruko cried.
“Creampie, creampie!” Sarada and Sakura chanted in unison.
Hinata’s eyes widened.
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Sasuke said, his smirk growing. “But you’re going to help me, girls. Hold her down.”
That they could do. They launched up onto the bed, Hinata too slow to react. Sarada and Sakura grabbed her arms, Himawari and Naruko grabbed her legs.
She was laid bare, unable to move, unable to react. Her sopping wet pussy was on display.
Sasuke leaned forward, sliding his throbbing cock into her. He thrust forward into her, deeper, deeper, until he was all the way in her to the base. Hinata whimpered; he felt so deep inside of her that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he had penetrated her womb with that garguatan monster between his legs.
He grunted. Wiggled his hips, adjusting his position, making sure it was perfect.
Sasuke turned his head.
“Do it,” he said, to the remaining clone.
He dispeled without a word.
With a groan, Sasuke proceeded to dump a huge load into Hinata’s womb. Creampieing her, quite blatantly.
The four girls beside the two of them shuddered. They could almost feel every pump of cum that was shot into the busty, blue haired MILF. Every jet, every drop.
“Mom looks so happy,” Himawari giggled under her breath as she saw the look on her mother’s face.
It was the look of a sastified whore. It was the look a woman wore when she’d just recieved the kind of creampie most girls could only dream of. It was the look of a woman who knew that she’d found her rightful place in this world.
“I love all of you,” Hinata whimpered, her head turning from side to side. She smiled. Her daughter, her ‘wife’, her virtual niece, her friend. All of them, sporting a hot and creamy load of their shared lover across their faces.
Sasuke groaned as he continued to cum inside of her.
Hinata grinned.
“... this was the best Christmas ever,” she decided.
The other girls could only nod in agreement.
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A/N:
And that’s a wrap. The next chapter will be a return to your regularly scheduled programming of Naruto’s Fetish, so don’t despair. I have a plan for the next chapter, the outcome of which should be a pretty enjoyable experience for fans of a certain kink… you’ll see what I mean when we get there.
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