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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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This chapter should prove to be a well recieved one. I'm sure what happens is something many of you have been aching to see since chapter one, and I'm proud to bring it to y'all right here and now.
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Trying to ignore the feelings that stirred in his chest was a lost cause.
He really wasn’t the… feelings type.
For instance—when he and Sakura had gone on their first date, there was no candlelit dinner, no sweet kiss under an umbrella in the rain, nothing like that. He had half ignored her throughout the night; it’d seemed like a disaster. Up until just after they left the restaurant at least, when Sasuke had been walking her home and his feelings had gotten the best of him.
He’d shoved her into an alley, hiked up the dress she’d worn, and fucked her like an animal. And, of course, Sakura had enjoyed every second of it. Afterward, on subsequent dates, she would drag him to a restaurant or to the park. But she wouldn’t despair at his lack of affection in public; she knew exactly what was in store for her when they got home. Or even before they got home in some instances.
That was how he showed his affection for the women in his life. By fucking them like animals, stretching out their cunts with his massive cock, making them cum again and again as they moaned beneath him. Pumping hot loads into their wombs on a daily basis.
Honestly, he didn’t know a better way of going about it.
With Sarada, before she had been indoctrinated into their strange little group, it had been awkward.
Sure, she loved him and he loved her. But there hadn’t been much open affection there. Maybe a nod of his head or the slightest of smiles, but there was no hugging, no praise, nothing like that.
It had all gotten so much easier after she’d succumbed to his cock.
There was no need for him to make some half-baked attempt at showing his affection through conventional means when he could simply bend her over the nearest piece of furniture and show her through different means. With every load dumped deep into her cunt, Sarada knew exactly how much her Papa loved her.
But how was he to solve this latest problem?
Naruko wasn’t Sakura. Naruko wasn’t Sarada. Naruko wasn’t even Naruko, the pregnant sex addict that was virtually a ‘super’ clone. She was—
He shook his head.
Thinking about it was making his head hurt. Again, he wasn’t a feelings type of person. And he wasn’t about to knock on the door to Naruto’s little pen, ask him to transform into Naruko, then have a nice little talk about what the hell they had done.
It was too strange, too awkward. More awkward than what had been the status quo before. And if someone was more awkward than having your best friend turn into a woman so you could fuck her, then it was truly something beyond fucked up.
Sasuke rubbed his knees, sitting up in his bed. He was alone that night.
Cracking his knuckles, the Uchiha eased himself off of the mattress. He walked to the bathroom, stretching as he did so.
He stared at himself in the mirror. At his nude form.
“Damn it…” Sasuke swore under his breath.
Sasuke walked back out into his room. For a moment, he paused—his face was thoughtful.
He walked toward the side of his bed, swiping his phone off of his nightstand.
Opening it up, he went to his contacts. Tapped the one labeled ‘Sakura’. Pressed the text message button.
‘Door’s unlocked,’ he typed to her, sending it.
Within a minute, she had read it.
‘Omw,’ Sakura wrote. Sasuke paused a moment—his ‘texting’ vocabulary had never been particularly strong. It took him a second, but he translated it. ‘On my way.’
Sasuke set the phone down.
He laid down on his bed, pulling the covers over him.
And waited.
Within minutes, she was in his room. Utterly naked, of course.
It was dark, and she didn’t bother to turn on the light. Sasuke reached to the side, pressing a button on his panel—a lamp beside the bed flicked on, which provided a little if not a substantial amount of brightness.
“Come here,” Sasuke said, motioning Sakura over to him. She tiptoed across the room, crawling onto the bed. When just a meter seperated them, she lost patience, throwing herself at him and crashing into her husband, pressing her lips to his.
They kissed for a moment. Then pulled apart.
“I need something to distract me,” he whispered to her.
“From?”
Sasuke shrugged. It was in a ‘I’m not going to tell you’ way.
“Hm.” She pursed her lips together. “I’m surprised you didn’t call Hinata here instead of me,” Sakura said, a lilt to her voice that made Sasuke frown.
“You’re my wife,” he said, stroking her hair gently. “I love Hinata, but I love you as well.” Sasuke leaned down, kissing her neck. “And I know you can help me with this.”
She allowed herself to smile.
“It’s kind of hard to help you if you won’t tell me what’s going on,” she pointed out, resting her head against his chest. She too had crawled beneath the covers.
“It’s—complicated,” Sasuke decided on saying. Trying to explain to your wife that you might have feelings for your best friend, at least, when your best friend was a girl.
It really was complicated. Mostly because Sasuke didn’t feel an ounce of affection beyond friendship when Naruto was around, yet whenever Naruko came out, it was a whole different story.
“Well, what do you want me to do?” Sakura asked. “I guess my usual method of distracting you isn’t enough,” she said, suggestively rubbing a hand up and down his broad coast.
“I doubt it’ll help,” he said. “I need—something. Anything.”
“Hmm.”
She was silent, taking a moment to mull it over.
“Well, if ordinary sex won’t cut it… maybe you need to up the ante,” Sakura suggested.
“How do you suppose I do that?”
There was a twinkle in her eyes.
She pushed the covers off of the both of them. Gently, Sakura grasped one of his hands—she pulled it toward him, gradually resting it on her flat belly.
“I always did want a second daughter,” Sakura said.
Sasuke blinked.
“You know we can’t do that,” he told her.
“Why not?” She leaned towards him. “You and I both know how much you enjoy impregnating a woman, Sasuke-kun. If anything’s going to distract you, it’s that.”
“But—” He paused. “The problem is Sarada,” he murmured.
“What about her?” asked Sakura.
“Himawari’s almost ready for her second pregnancy. Hinata and Naruko are both pregnant right now. She’s already made enough hints for me to get a good idea of what she wants—at this point, I can’t impregnate you and not impregnate her.”
“And why can’t you impregnate us both?”
He paused. “Well, I mean—”
“There won’t be any risks,” she said to him. “I know it might seem far fetched, but I can ensure our daughter’s pregnancy doesn’t have a single hitch.”
“I didn’t think you would want to,” Sasuke said. “I especially didn’t think you would approve.”
“I don’t approve,” Sakura retorted. “But if takes you having to impregnate Sarada for you to impregnate me, well, I’ll suck it up. It’s a win-win-win—I get pregnant, Sarada gets pregnant, you get your distraction.”
“I see.” He thought it over, and really, if there wasn’t a chance of any complications—what was stopping him from impregnating his own daughter? And beyond that, what was stopping him from getting his wife pregnant?
There really were no losers here.
“Alright,” he said. “Stop taking your birth control and tell Sarada to do the same. We’ll do it as soon as we possibly can.”
Sakura grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said. “Still… want to have sex right now?”
He chuckled.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “If I’m going to be impregnating two girls in the near future, I’ll want to make sure I’m at a hundred percent. You understand, I’m sure.”
Sakura licked her lips. “You tease,” she said. “Fine. But I’m sleeping here tonight.”
“Go ahead.” Sasuke laid his head down, Sakura still using his chest as a pillow. “Good night.”
“Good night,” Sakura said, pressing a kiss against his jaw before snuggling against him and closing her eyes.
But neither of them slept.
The anticipation was too much.
What was to come…
It made Sakura’s heart tingle. It made Sasuke’s heart thud against his chest.
Not too long ago, he had impregnated a pair of busty women. And now, he was about to impregnate another pair of sexy women. How his life had come to be like this, he wasn’t sure.
But he wasn’t about to complain.
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They got right to the action from the instant the two of them stepped into his room.
Sarada had waited for this moment since she had watched him pump Hinata and Naruko’s wombs to the brim with his cum on their cabin vacation. Sakura had been waiting for over a decade and a half.
There was no time for long and unneeded interactions with each other. All three of them knew exactly what they wanted from each other. In the end, he knew how much they both loved him; why else would they so willingly volunteer to be knocked out?
Maybe he could take the time to tell them how much he loved the both of them, but again, he’d never been a feelings kind of guy.
He only knew one effective way to truly tell them how much he loved the both of them: and that was by fucking them like the horny bitches they were. Why wait?
They walked into the room, side by side, and stopped right there.
What laid before them was a rather impressive sight.
Sasuke, flat on his back in the center of the bed. His enormous cock rose up—it throbbed, it twitched. The things that beast had done. It had impregnated four women, from Sakura back in the day to Himawari, Naruko, and then Hinata. It had more or less enslaved five women to its whims. It had fucked all of them in every hole hundreds of times over. It was a beast, a monster. To them… it was perfect.
Both of them let out a dreamy sigh.
“Straight to the point, huh?” Sarada purred.
She and Sakura were clad in silk robes of a gorgeous crimson. Their curves, while not as ample as say Hinata’s, were more than framed by the material. Their hair was done up—shiny and smooth, without a single imperfection. Even their skin seemed to glow.
Gently, Sarada grasped the thin knot that kept the robe on her. With a pull, it came loose—she let go and the robe fell to the floor. Her nude body, utterly revealed, and her father’s enormous cock gave a huge twitch at the sight of it.
Sakura followed her daughter’s lead, allowing the robe to fall to the floor. She looked just as gorgeous, and there was yet another twitch elicited from Sasuke’s cock.
He couldn’t have reined himself in if he tried.
“Come here,” he growled.
His cock gave another mighty twitch. Like the horny sluts they were, Sarada and Sakura raced forward. Their pussies were quite obviously obscenely wet, liquid having already begun to dribble down their thighs.
Both of them crawled up onto the bed. And waited.
They purred as Sasuke looked them both over; as if he were a realtor inspecting a house. His mismatched eyes swiveling over their pert and perky breasts, their lovely lips, their well styled hair.
He leaned his head back, resting his palms behind it, elbows extended out to either side.
“Do you want me to choose the first position?” Sasuke questioned. “Or would you prefer I leave it to you two?”
The two girls cast a glance at each other—and, after a brief moment, giggled. “It’s funny you say that,” Sakura murmured. “Mostly because Sarada and I were discussing the possibilities when we were getting ready for tonight. We ended up deciding on a position.” She grinned, a twinkle in her eye. “I suppose itas wouldn’t hurt to give it a try right now, would it?”
“I don’t think it would, Mama,” Sarada said. “C’mon.”
Sasuke laid his entire body bare for them; within reason, they could do whatever they wanted to him.
The mother-daughter duo navigated their way around him. Sakura slid her sopping wet snatch over his mouth, seating herself quite comfortably on her husband’s face. Instead of drawing straws to decide the lucky winner, Sakura was gallant enough to let Sarada do the honors.
And so, Sarada cautiously squatted above the gigantic cock that belonged to her father. Drops of her potent arousal spilled onto the shaft.
She shuddered.
Normally, it was easier than anything in the world to sink down onto his member. But now, with the potential ramifications of tonight hanging over her head, Sarada didn’t know what to think.
Sakura moaned. Sasuke wasted no time, having already begun to eat her out, his tongue rooting through her canal, making her purr like a cat on top of him.
Thankfully, she was still very much in control of herself. She saw Sarada’s plight. And while she more than disapproved of her choice, Sakura could respect it, and she wasn’t about to leave her daughter to hang out to dry.
The pink haired beauty leaned forward, grasping Sarada’s hands, cupping them in her own.
“It’s alright, sweetie,” she said, voice dripping with sincerity.
Sarada gulped. “I-I’m a little scared, Mama,” she whispered.
Sakura smiled, squeezing her daughter’s hands reassuringly.
“It might seem daunting, the idea of being impregnated,” Sakura said. “But it’s happened to me once before; you’re the product of that. It was scary for me too, but at the same time, it was the best experience of my life. My only regret?” A pause, for dramatic effect. “That I let my anxiety get the best of me. If I’d simply had let myself go, the memory would be ten times better.”
They looked at each other, in silence, aside from Sakura moaning a tad from Sasuke’s steady and unceasing assault on her snatch with his tongue.
Sarada abruptly exhaled, a smile blossoming on her beautiful face.
“Alright,” she said. “Alright,” she repeated. “I can do this.”
“You can do this,” Sakura told her.
Still holding her mother’s hands, Sarada gulped once more, before slowly lowering herself down. She closed her eyes as her sopping wet cunt made first contact with the enormous cock towering below her.
“G-gah…” It was so fucking big; it always was.
It seemed even bigger than normal, if that was possible. Sakura swallowed. Even abstaining from sex for a little while had made his erection stronger and more lively than it’d been in a while.
She took the tip inside of her. Then paused, panting, face red, legs shaking as she struggled to simply not collapse and take every inch of that monster in her all at once. Sarada had done that before—going catatonic for the next twenty minutes as her body was overloaded with pleasure wasn’t something she particularly wanted to do.
Sakura clutched Sarada’s hands tighter.
For a few moments, Sarada simply stayed there, taking a few deep breaths.
And then she began to sink down once more.
“Oh—oh~!”
Not matter how many times she took him inside of her, she would never fail to be so thoroughly stretched out by the monstrosity that was her Papa’s cock.
Barely a third of him was inside of her, and yet he was already demolishing her G-spot. There was no need to twist his hips or to thrust at an angle when his cock was so big that he could scrap against every inch of her inner walls and then some.
Another third was taken straight into her pussy. Sarada looked down, whimpering like a kicked puppy as ripples of pleasure ricocheted through her body. She pulled one of her hands free from Sakura’s, reaching it down, putting two fingers on either side of her cunt lips and spreading it open, allowing her to take that beast even easier.
She panted, breathing hard and fast as she prepared herself to take the last third.
But at last, she did. Sinking down. Her thighs pressed against his. Every inch of his cock throbbing and twitching deep within the confines of her snatch.
“Oh God.” She said it so quaintly, so mutely—almost without emotion. “Oh God,” Sarada repeated. “Oh my fucking God.”
Sakura would have chastised her for her language… but number one, Sarada was a grown woman, and number two, she had no place calling out her daughter when the pink haired woman knew for a fact that she herself could have quite the potty mouth when it came to Sasuke’s cock.
Meanwhile, her daughter shuddered. She doubled over, pressing her head against her Mama’s bosom—she wrapped her arms around Sakura. “Goooooood,” Sarada whimpered, as Sasuke throbbed and twitched inside of her.
He wasn’t even thrusting.
“Don’t hold back,” Sakura said, rubbing Sarada’s back. “Just cum.”
The small part of Sarada that wasn’t possessed by cock was perplexed. How had she known that she’d been holding back from orgasming? Maybe it was a motherly thing. Either way—
She came.
Shaking and twisting, her hips going this way and that, her ass cheeks jiggling, her breasts heaving. Her hair, which moments had been pristine and perfect, was already sweat-soaked and hanging in front of her eyes.
“Papa~!” Sarada moaned.
Sakura giggled.
“Remember what we agreed on?”
Sarada froze, as her body calmed down, as her orgasm receded, as she remembered exactly what they had agreed upon when they’d come up with this particular position.
“Y-you tricked me!” she said, face heating up.
Sakura smirked. “All’s fair in love and war,” the mom said. “And this is both.”
When Sakura had agreed to let Sarada take the first turn on Sasuke’s cock, it had been with a simple corollary. Whenever the one mounted upon his member came, they had to switch with the person ‘unfortunate’ enough to ‘only’ be being eaten out by him.
In other words—it was time to swap.
Sarada looked as if she were about to cry as she lifted herself up, moaning as Sasuke’s fat cock escaped her. She pulled herself free, nearly falling over and off of the bed.
Sakura’s smirk widened as she took Sarada’s previous position: squatting over her husband’s enormous cock. Only she was a little more calm about it, more refined. She waited.
Once Sarada had gotten her motor functions back on track, she reluctantly dragged herself over to Sasuke’s head, taking Sakura’s previous position and seating herself upon his face. Within seconds she was moaning once more, as Sasuke’s tongue rooted inside of her.
Sakura’s haughty look seemed to fade as she glanced down at Sasuke’s member.
‘Fuck,’ she thought. ‘It does seem a lot bigger than normal. Especially up close.’
But she had never been one to back down from a challenge.
Maybe a small part of her wanted to ‘prove’ herself. Thus, Sakura elected to do something she had seen Hinata do more than a few times, something she seldom did. She was going to do exactly what Sarada had avoided doing earlier… taking every inch of Sasuke’s cock inside of her all at once.
Sakura sucked in a deep breath. She put her hands on her hubby’s chest, fingers gripping his pecs tightly; she would need every bit of leverage that she could get.
Her entire body shook for a moment. She closed her eyes.
And then she let herself go. Legs splaying out to either side, arms bending. Her entire body fell.
She was impaled.
That was the best way to put it as his enormous cock speared into her cunt, every inch being dumped inside of her in the span of about a second and a half.
There was a moment of calm.
And then her body caught up with reality. The wave of pleasure, when it hit, was unreal. Sakura screamed, shaking; she felt like a drug addict that had taken a hit a little too big. Her entire body was on fire, not with pain, but with pleasure.
Needless to say, she came. Multiple times. Sarada could only watch in awe as her mother seemed to be reborn on top of her father’s cock.
She didn’t go limp or fall unconscious, but she certainly lost all track of what was going on. When she ‘came to’, it was with a jolt.
“Fuck,” Sakura swore.
“Language,” Sarada said, giggling.
Deciding not to comment, Sakura looked down. Every inch of fat cock was packed quite firmly into her cunt—a wave of accomplishment rushed through her.
‘I took it all,’ she thought, resisting the urge to puff her chest out.
Sakura felt short of breath. Her guts stirred uncomfortably. Just the throbbing and twitching of Sasuke’s cock inside of her had her on the brink of orgasm again.
“Remember what we agreed on after this position, Mama?” asked Sarada.
She breathed a sigh of relief; a break, at least, a brief one.
“Yeah,” Sakura said. “I do.”
No less than two minutes later, both Sakura and Sarada’s positions had shifted radically. Sasuke was still in the same exact place, however, flat on his back with his cock towering in the air.
Both of them were flat on their stomachs, faces only inches away from said cock.
Without a word or a prearranged signal, they began.
To start, they simply ran their tongues up and down the side of his shaft, lifting their heads up to reach the very top. “Mmm,” Sarada moaned, her Papa’s cock tasting so good, even slathered in both her and Sakura’s liquids.
Sasuke moaned.
Both of his hands reached out, one sinking into Sakura’s hair while the other slid into Sarada’s hair.
He was the silent participant. Why do anything when he could sit back and let the girls have their fun? He could play a more active role later on, when it was needed. There was no need to interfere now.
Both of the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves. Sucking his thick and fat cock. It was truly a wonderful sight—two cute faces, tongues splayed out as they ran them up and down his shaft. Sakura’s emerald eyes twinkled, and Sarada’s black ones did the same behind red-rimmed glasses.
Sakura glanced toward her daughter.
“To be fair,” she said. “I did trick you. I’ll let you have the honors again.”
Sarada huffed. “Thank you very much,” the bespectacled girl said.
She leaned forward, not at all daunted—okay, maybe a little daunted by the cock that quivered before her eyes.
The young Uchiha woman licked her lips, the taste of his cock still on her tongue. And then, she opened her mouth wide, and proceeded to inhale the top three inches of Sasuke’s member.
“Mmmf.” She moaned none too subtly around his cock.
What a strange thing, Sakura thought. Watching her daughter give her father head. It was kind of… kinky in a way; Sakura had to bite back a grimace as she felt another wave of arousal soar through her body.
To cover her slight embarrassment, Sakura decided to voice the other thing she was thinking.
Sakura tutted in a disapproving kind of way. “I think I might have to give you some lessons, young lady,” she said to Sarada.
Sarada stared at her mom, utterly confused, unable to say anything considering how much cock was in her mouth.
The pink haired woman smirked. “You call that sucking a cock?” Sakura wagged a finger. “Clearly, you and I are going to need to work on that.”
Sasuke bit his tongue to repress a chuckle.
‘I guess Sakura isn’t as disapproving of this as she claims,’ he thought.
Maybe she had second thoughts about the idea of him pounding their daughter, but that was only natural. Not everyone was Hinata, who had been so willing to let him defile Himawari in the ways he had. Sakura was just going through the motions. But if she was willing to get pregnant with Sarada, if she was willing to tease Sarada about sucking his cock, if she was willing to discuss potential positions and such with her… well, maybe they weren’t that far off from all of this becoming normal to them.
It would be nice to be a regular family again. At least, as regular as a family could get when the mom and daughter regularly squabble over who got to be fucked and creampied first. But he would take what he could get.
Sarada bobbed her head up and down on his cock, an expression of euphoria on her face. On occasion she would lean back, making a lewd pop as she released his cock—licking her lips, catching her breath, then swiftly descending back down.
Sakura refrained from being little more than a spectator. With those plump and pretty lips of hers, she bent down, wrapping them around the base of his shaft. Smearing it with her lipstick. She moved her lips up and down, wrapping both of her hands around the middle of his cock. Sarada followed suit, overlaying her fingers on top of her mother’s. Sarada had the top; Sakura the bottom; and they both shared the middle. Teamwork made the dream work.
They went at it for a few minutes, before switching. Now it was Sakura’s turn, and that was an opportunity she took with gusto.
She licked her lips, puffed them up, then opened wide and swallow half of his cock in one go. Gagging profusely on his enormous length in the process. It was still an impressive feat, however.
Gazing directly up at Sasuke, she began to bob her head up and down. Her fingers were gripping his thighs, gifting her with the leverage she’d need to up the ante.
Sarada, as Sakura had been in her previous position, refused to be idle. She cupped her Papa’s balls, she ran her tongue along the base of his cock, she gripped his shaft with her other hand.
“You two are persistent,” Sasuke commented. “I wonder if you’ll make me cum.”
They wouldn’t, of course. His will was made of titanium, and while on occasion it might crack and he might cum a little earlier than he’d otherwise intended, in this case, that was not the case. He was dead set on cumming once, and only once. At least, technically.
The very thought of him cumming spurred them both on. All that hot and gooey cum, splattered across their faces, shot down their throats, making them feel all warm and happy inside.
Rabid animals. That was the best comparison concerning their behavior as they worked over his stiff cock. Sakura had taken his member so deep into her throat that one could almost see it bulging against her neck; Sarada wasn’t one to be out-done, and she was working overtime to satisfy every bit of shaft or balls or whatever that wasn’t buried in her mother’s gullet.
It got to the point where he had to stop them. Not because he was about to cum, but because he wasn’t sure if they would halt their assault before he did orgasm. And who knew how long that would take? Until their jaws were about to fall off, probably.
He reached forward, pulling their heads back, Sakura withdrawing from his cock and Sarada from his shaft and balls.
They panted. Sweaty messes, with their pussies gushing arousal and their hair hanging in their eyes.
It seemed a little unfair to take them, impregnate them, one after the other. They’d both worked so hard to get him to this point. And to make a cruel callous choice as to who would be the lucky first, while not beyond him, was simply unnecessary. Especially when he had a simple alternative.
Sasuke let go of their heads, then proceeded to form a single hand seal.
The two women stilled as they felt a second Sasuke poof into existence behind them.
Within seconds, they were seized. Thrown onto the bed, side by side, their shoulders less than an inch apart. Legs wrenched open, sopping wet pussies spread apart with two fingers… and then a massive cock apiece slid into her cunts.
Sarada and Sakura moaned at the same time. They knocked heads together, biting their lips, gritting their teeth as each Sasuke slid inside of them. Deep inside of them.
While Sakura had the experience advantage, Sarada had youth on her side. And youth proved dominant when it came to the sheer tightness of her cunt.
Sakura wasn’t ‘loose’ by anything means. She’d taken Sasuke’s massive cock so many times, yet had still managed to retain a healthy amount of tightness. But Sarada… compared to Sarada, Sakura just couldn’t compare.
That didn’t mean Sakura let her daughter’s tight cunt best her. She had other tricks up her sleeve. It took years to acquire the kind of skill that the pink haired woman had. Hours and hours on her back, her belly, pressed up against a wall, impaled upon her hubby’s huge cock. Field experience that Sarada could never hope to match, not without a good decade or two on all fours ahead of her.
Even if Sarada was tighter, Sakura knew how to position herself. She knew just when to push back against Sasuke’s harsh thrusts. She knew when to twist her hips, how to tighten herself, how to throw her head back and make herself look sexy.
Sarada lost her mind when Sasuke thrust into her as he was now. She clawed, she scratched, she moaned like a bitch in heat. That wasn’t saying that Sakura was any better—she moaned and clawed at Sasuke’s back just like the rest of them, but she had more… control.
Both of the Sasukes, on the other hand, had lost all control.
It was—
Well, the events of the night had lead to this; the climax. Two sexy women on their back, pussies being pummeled by two massive cocks owned by the same man.
The blowjob, the pussy eating, the both of them riding him one after the other… and now, this. The most ‘classic’ of positions.
Both Uchiha men hammered into the cunt of their wife and daughter. Vicious, cunt breaking thrusts.
Cocks throbbing. Sakura knew what was coming; Sarada was off in another universe. She would know what was to come when it hit.
“Fuck,” a Sasuke growled.
“Shit,” the other groaned at the same time.
It was time.
Sasuke—both the clone, and the original—chose that moment to thrust, all the way to the base, to the hilt, deep, deep into the cunts of both Sakura and Sarada.
A beat. A pause. A moment. Sarada had finally caught up with the program.
And then the two men came at the same time.
Sakura and Sarada purred as mother and daughter were filled up to the brim; impregnated by their well hung father/husband.
The clone dispelled. Sasuke collapsed into both of their arms, panting, face red and hair sweaty. His cock hadn’t gone entirely soft, but he was only half-hard. He tried not to look down; just the mental image of Sakura and Sarada’s creampied cunts was already threatening to make him hard again.
They were silent for a few moments, Sarada and Sakura both clutching at their shared lover. Sweaty bodies; exhausted panting. Steam seemed to fill the air.
Sarada began to giggle. It was soft at first, but it picked up in volume; a moment later, Sakura giggled as well. Soon both of the women’s giggles were echoing off the walls of the room. Even Sasuke chuckled a little.
“Wow,” Sarada said, blinking a few times in rapid succession. “Wow.” She turned toward her mom, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s what being impregnated feels like?”
Sakura nodded. “It feels great, doesn’t it?” she said.
Of course, there was no question as to whether they were pregnant or not.
Most couples needed much more than one try. But with a man as well hung and virile as Sasuke… and women as ‘fruitful’ as Sakura and Sarada… there was no doubt in their minds that both women had been thoroughly fertilized.
Both of the girls were lost in a fit of giggles against. They pulled Sasuke against them, hugging him, kissing him—on the lips, on the cheek, on the jaw.
“I feel so happy,” Sarada whispered. “I’m going to be a mom. I get to have your baby, Papa.” There was a dreamy look in her eyes.
Sasuke, against his better judgement… smiled.
“Yeah,” he said.
Sakura leaned in, pulling him into a deep kiss. Their lips stayed connected for a good minute; the entire time, cum pulsed and leaked slowly down both her and Sarada’s thighs.
The pink haired woman leaned back.
Quietly, so soft that Sarada couldn’t hear her, she whispered something to him.
“Was that enough of a distraction for you?” was what she whispered.
Sasuke smirked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think it was.”
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And that's a wrap. Now, every member of Sasuke's five lovers has been or is pregnant with his child. We'll see how things progress from here.
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