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Tenten’s Challenge
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            I wonder if Tsunade-sama ever was in a situation like this…
            Tenten had always admired Tsunade and wanted to establish a reputation as a kunoichi to match the Fifth’s! However, while able to perform the basics, Tenten never seemed to have a knack for the diligent chakra practices that were required to be a proper medic ninja. Her talents were locked with seals and weapons, not chakra manipulation. It was why it was so easy for everyone to gloss over her, write her off as some wallflower while flashy girls like Ino took center stage in any event! She could dazzle and charm as well as utilize chakra defensively and offensively. Even Sakura had her crowd of admirers, and Hinata, with a chest that put even Ino’s to shame, couldn’t be ignored even if she tried!
            But now was Tenten’s opportunity. Not the way she’d ever suspect, but the thrill had found and clutched her. She was ecstatic with all eyes on her. New territory, maybe, but she was determined to show off her skill.
            Tenten was facing a semicircle composed of Naruto – grinning ear to ear with a bit of spittle at the corner of his mouth – Sai, Choji and Neji. Kiba had backed her, his hands eager to scoop up her breasts and squeeze; too firmly, and Tenten was about to tell him so, but Naruto was impatient. Well, perhaps they all were – from the telltale tents tipping their trousers – but he was the one to drop first; his pants, that is, exposing Tenten to her first male organ. As ready as she was, she still found herself ogling a bit too intently. The twinge caused by Kiba’s molestations couldn’t bring her eyes away as the member bobbed out when the frog-green boxers came down. Sai made comment, an irrelevant one – something about being so hasty to show off – but Naruto paid no mind. His cock stood up as eager as its owner, twitching at a mast of over five full inches. The blond hair at its root shared a similar style as the hair of his head; Tenten couldn’t deny finding it cute in a way. (Naruto was younger, after all…)
            “Tenten, Tenten!” Naruto harped, his fists up excitedly at his side, his face hardly wide enough to contain his grin. “Let me go first, okay?!”
            “Uuhm…!” A heavy sweat drop appeared at the side of her head. She felt the pressure of his presence. Maybe she’d rushed into this a bit too hastily. Was there some standard, some protocol to abide by before embarking on an ordeal like this one? If she were honest, she’d like Neji to ease her into the event. He was easier to maintain, in more control. Ow! Not like the idiot Inuzuka behind her, she thought with a glare back at him when he deliberately pinched and twisted her hidden nipples.
            “Tenten…” The one she had counted on had stepped forward, his smooth hand going across her cheek to cradle the back of her head where her neck began. “Prepare yourself.” She looked up at his opaque eyes, and gulped. Had he just given a warning, or was it the usual mantra prior to rigorous sparring?
            How had she missed the fact that he had taken himself out of his trousers? From his eyes, she realized the rigid piece jutting from his flaps. Not much bigger than Naruto’s, she estimated, if at all, but the distinct difference was his circumcision; no skin overlapping the swollen head at all. And no hair, either! Hyuga custom, or personal preference?
            “Neji,” she whispered, making eye contact again before her mouth, very timidly, opened invitingly and moved forward. But it was Neji who made the insertion, lifting his hips and jabbing in like he was going to close a chakra valve at the back of her throat.
            Tenten was surprised by the taste. Men had been described to have a musty, sour or salty; Neji was lavender. Of course, she figured after retching with his first, deep stroke; Neji was about the only male ninja who made the effort to pack accordingly to bring shampoos and soaps on missions. He must’ve bathed recently and often. She could recall one mission when she snuck off with his toiletries to use herself.
            “Hey, hey! I said first!” Naruto growled at the aristocrat. Before he could move in and take his place at Tenten’s face next, Choji barreled forward, roaring and saying that he would be the one to appreciate it most. But before either could fight for the spot, an arm stretched out in front of them, ceasing the impending bicker.
            “Cooperation is essential during intercourse,” he murmured behind his high collar. His head turned to the two gluttons, his sunglasses catching a flash of light. “That is to guarantee satisfaction.”
            Naruto took pause to reflect these words, as did Choji, though he huffed through his nostrils, eyes darting between Shino and Tenten. He didn’t want to fight, but a morsel like Tenten? Well, she was worth fighting over!
            But both Naruto and Choji – even Shino, if that was his plot – lost their chance.
            Tenten had moved her hand up to Neji’s cock, holding it at its smooth base as she nursed on it. She was more familiar with her hand pumping things in and out of her mouth rather than this stationary shaft; bobbing took more focus than pumping… and she had to mind her teeth. And make sure Neji didn’t push too deep… And…!
            Her list of comparisons was interrupted when a gloved hand took her wrist away from Neji’s groin. She blinked and followed with her eyes as her hand was then situated around Sai’s pale-skinned cock. The head itself was a distinctively darker shade of gray; a very unusual sight, for even fair-skinned Neji had a cock with a healthy color.
            Sai latched both of his hands around her fist, making sure she did not withdraw. “Sharing is caring,” he mused with his happy smile, and then added, “or so I’ve often read.” He manually instructed her fist up, and she realized for the first time how long he was. Seventeen-and-three-quarter centimeters?! (She was a whiz at distance approximations.) She swallowed around Neji’s prick, losing her focus for a moment. Sai’s lithe body certainly boasted grandness where he lacked personality traits.
            Tenten gulped loudly, her eyes squinting and tearing up above her stuffed mouth. Neji felt her tongue flex and squirm; she was struggling, and he mercifully pulled out, but slowly to enjoy it. A sticky web of spit was pulled out with his head until Tenten coughed and wiped her lips clean. Neji asked about her wellbeing, and her mouth forged a resolute smirk. “It’s… new,” she admitted, reclaiming his shaft with her free fist. Not to dote on a singular boy, she swapped attention to Sai’s rigid girth. A more sizeable challenge; she gulped and once again flushed at it. Elegant and long, Sai could be proud of it if he could uproot the emotion.
            Tentatively, she flicked her tongue along the smooth, gray head. Unlike with Neji, she wasn’t about to try to swallow him any time soon. “You seem really nervous, Tenten-san,” he said more out of friendly observation than concern. And he’d learned to take into better consideration the names he gave out to women in particular; otherwise, after having seen Tenten return from practice before with dirt all over and a bandage or two on her face from her more risqué training, he would’ve called her ‘Butch’ or something along those lines.
            Regardless, he was right; Tenten was nervous, and had every right to be so! She popped his tip between her lips, but refused to travel further than that. She nursed, drew out some flavorful pre-cum, and then went back to licking.
            “Would you perhaps be more comfortable with something more familiar?”
            She looked up at Sai, and his head tilted with that polite smile while brandishing her purple phallus-impersonator vibrator. She flushed crimson and a cold sweat broke out across her face; still seeing her toys in the hands of someone else was shocking. And was Sai offering to assist her in some way? Her loins tightened at the idea.
            But to occupy her mind and break her deliberation was the sudden crowding of Naruto, brandishing his erection like a clumsy sword, wobbling in front of her face as he shoved in to make the duo a trio! “Oi, Tenten! Tenten-chan!” He added the honorific to appeal to her generosity. “Can you do it for me too?” His prayer-clasped hands unlatched so that he could grab his prick and aim at her.
            Tenten was used to handling multiple tools at a time; no reason to shy away now… But Kiba was becoming a bother. She had her rhythm and her method, but the excited Inuzuka was making it a problem. She’d be wearing his fingerprints on her chest for days if the mauling continued. And just as she was about to tell him to ease off – her hand was switching from Sai to Naruto’s less-intimidating weapon – Kiba lurched against her, his voice a snarl as he said he wanted more. Tenten was thrown forward from his hungry hips, her mouth missed its mark, and the wet head of Naruto’s penis slopped against her cheek towards her eye. She squinted and grimaced with a shuddering “Ughn…” The precum left a trail from impact to where it now shoved up against her cheekbone.
            “I gotta feel them for real!” barked Kiba, his hands grabbing the already-ripped blouse and heedlessly tearing it open.
            That was the final straw. A few rips were easy for her diligent fingers to mend. A blouse shredded? “Don’t rip my clothes, stupid!” Down came her elbow on the top of Kiba’s head, and while Sakura would’ve probably smashed his skull to bits, a wallop from an angry Tenten would put him out for an hour or two. Tongue extended and eyes swirling, Kiba fell unconscious against her. The cock currently thumping against her cheek wound up on her head between her two hair buns when Kiba’s added weight pressed on her. Groaning – and rubbing her now-sore elbow – she gazed up at Naruto for some leniency as she took care of the downed menace.
            “I got it,” he said, offering her a hand. There was a certain satisfaction to be found when heaving the loudmouth egotist off of Tenten’s back, hurling him carelessly into the underbrush. And for his endeavors, Naruto resumed Kiba’s seat and reaped the rewards of the sacrifice. Kiba hadn’t a chance to grope flesh, but Naruto immediately cradled the warmth. “Wow,” he gave in whispered awe, finding her nipples swiftly and plucking them to aching rigidness.
            Tenten was appropriately shocked at his handling of her gentle breasts. He even eased the supporting cups above her mounds before taking them. He handled her with care and reverence. Whatever uncouth behavior Sakura was always complaining about certainly wasn’t showing…
            Until… “Your boobs are a lot fatter than Sakura-chan’s!” Which was true. Sakura had some catching-up to do for her senior chunin.
            Tenten faltered slightly at his poorly-worded compliment before her semi-flattered look switched to one of rage. Snarling, she intended to deck Naruto – much in Sakura fashion – but her chin was caught by Sai’s hand, and she was gingerly turned back to the two cocks still waiting for her. “He can be crass,” Sai murmured in Naruto’s defense, “but he means well.” As if that was all that was needed to excuse Naruto’s behavior, Sai dipped his ashen tip against Tenten’s bottom lip until she offered leeway for him to intrude. He sighed, rolled his shoulders slightly, and carefully plunged towards the back of Tenten’s mouth; his length curved down with some effort, and Tenten instinctively snagged Neji’s base as if for support as her gag reflex fought Sai’s gentle rocking motion.
            But Sai was not greedy. After a moment of soft fucking her throat, he came out, a gasp for air following its recession. As she wheezed, she heard the Root offer Neji his spot, and her mouth was filled again, this time by her teammate. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was her imagination or if it was a state of mind, but if her eyes had closed and her ears were plugged, she thought she might be able to discern one cock from another. Well, the obvious difference between the pale boys was length; where Neji curved just slightly at the back of her throat, well-endowed Sai plugged her esophagus. She’d no complaints, for aside from that obviousness, Neji felt smoother, somehow, and tasted less bitter. Perhaps the difference relied on status and the comforts of nobility…
            Neji held the back of her head, cradling it as she widened her jaw and let him move his cock as he wished. He kept himself in check, but it was hard not to thrust in a more vigorous way when her throat and mouth invited him to do so. She moved a hand to his thigh, a little insurance for his pace, but her other hand went to her bosom, covering Naruto’s hand as he fondled her mounds. He liked bouncing them, testing their weight against firmness, oftentimes flicking his forefingers against her pouty brown nipples. She couldn’t very well believe it, but he seemed to have some sort of experience with women. A natural gift, or had he actually snagged Sakura in bed?
            A thought for another time; Naruto ducked his head beneath her arm, and with some twisting and maneuvering, he pushed the tip of her left breast into his mouth. She whimpered into Neji’s cock, her lips tightening around him as Naruto’s own mouth sucked roughly at what he could get.
            But his hands were always on the move, and the next course was much further down, to where her modesty was at its most vulnerable. He went straight for her core, pants and panties and all, notwithstanding the progress of his fingers. Pressing at once at her cleft, her whole body clenched and she relinquished Neji’s prick to squeal. “Naruto!” She was more feeble than she’d like as she turned back to him. Kiba violated her clothes; Naruto merely trespassed, and that gained him ground. He said in a laugh that she shouldn’t mind so much. “You said it’s all right.”
            As if she verbally reaffirmed her commitment, Naruto made a bolder stride and sent his hand down the line between her pants and body. Smooth flesh; warm and humid in these baggy confines… Smooth flesh all the way down until… the gentle prickle of short hair. Again, Naruto hissed with excitement, discovering new territory that made the older girl flush. Hair, cut into a small patch; he came up with the thought of her using a kunai to trim and snickered a bit more. But further down was the goal, down to the source of wetness than made the silky fabric of her underwear moist.
            But the sash holding up her trousers! Its constriction made it a little more than difficult to fumble around in her drawers. Naruto, vexed and irritated, made a one-handed grab for the knot, but the skill of Tenten’s fingers were apparent in the knot’s existence, for as simple a knot it seemed, Naruto’s one-handed efforts were not enough to undo them. The bra training with Ero-Sennin – unwanted and unneeded as it was – the skill of unlatching a bra with one hand; he felt he failed his master from being bested by a sash.
            But there was always the quick and easy solution residing in the holster at his thigh. He was willing to slash the sash, but the gleam in his eyes was readable. “Naruto,” Neji’s voice commanded, and Naruto had to look up at him as he shoved his finger at his nose, “you shall not use weaponry to cut Tenten’s clothes!”
            Nosey, stuck-up jerk! Naruto glowered, frustrated enough with Tenten’s sash and the yearning of his erection. “Then how am I supposed to take them off?!”
            As an answer to Naruto’s outburst, an audible thmph! sounded on the other side of Tenten. Sitting like Buddha, but with a face of determination, Akimichi Choji had arrived. He stared straight at Naruto, unusually focused and intense. “Naruto, your inexperience in treat-unwrapping shows.”
            Naruto blinked. What the hell was he talking about?
            Without a word more, Choji put himself to work, now offering his own services to the group. And though they counted him as one of the more useless members of the Rookie 9, the gathering was in awe of his chubby fingers’ acute dexterity. Apparently, handling and battling with chopsticks during mealtimes gave him an amazing ability! First, he grappled Tenten, seizing her by the midsection and gaining a scream of surprise from her, he flipped her upside down, shoulder blades on the grass while her legs were indecently splayed overhead. She was sure – after a moment of shock and dizziness – to scold him. But his force kept her from righting her posture. And Choji’s talent was done. What was so hard for Naruto to conquer, Choji had done in measly seconds! Even Tenten was shocked when she felt the waist of her pants slacken and her sash drop next to her head.
            She felt a revolting clench of her gut when the overweight shinobi quickly and gracelessly yanked her pants up and off. Instinctively, her thighs shut tight to conceal her mound. Such efforts were futile in the insatiable Choji’s presence; he would pry open her legs like King Kong pushing apart trees to find his woman. White bandages wound down from beneath her naval before separating, wrapped down to mid-thigh. Fortunately, though, there were naught but easily-handled panties guarding her femininity.
            Red in the cheeks, she stammered for Choji to back off, that she would decide the time for such unveiling. Her protests were not unlike Ino’s; the glutton refused be swayed. He grumbled roughly in his throat and slowly moved a fingertip to the crotch of her underwear. “For something so delectable,” he said sincerely, as if teaching culinary custom, “you must savor the unveiling.”
            “No!!” shouted Tenten, very embarrassed to have herself exposed. In her awkward position, though, Choji was in command. Before her hands could try to intervene, he went for it.
            TOO SLOW!!
            He pulled her panties to one side, and his focus turned to excitement and wonder. Even Naruto pressed in to gaze at her flowering petals and the hair neatly edging it. Everything was displayed, much to Tenten’s now-silent protest; even her tiny asshole was under scrutiny, and Naruto’s blue eyes made a careful sweep to that part. Choji huffed, breathing loudly through his nostrils like a riled hog. He eyed her, his lips pursing in withheld excitement, chubby cheeks turning scarlet enough to make his red swirls blend in.
            Naruto ogled her a while longer before he was abruptly crowded. None other than Lee had wandered over, standing next to the blond – not a favorable leveling considering that Naruto was sitting – and bending over to peer down at Tenten’s exposure. More than anyone else, he had a look of perpetual bewilderment. “Tenten, your body…” He swallowed hard. His eyes traveled all over her, and she noticed that he’d never stared at her so intently before; really, he’d only looked at Guy-sensei like this. “A-amazing,” he gushed while pink circles appeared under his eyes. “You have certainly been training more than I thought!” He acknowledged the tautness of her stomach, her flexibility, no excess of fat.
            It would’ve sounded more flattering in an upright position; Tenten was upside-down, naked legs sprawled defenselessly in the air, tits dangling towards her face. Blood rushing to her head was dizzying; hopefully, they would let her correct herself, and then she might be able to get a clear mind. But whatever clearness could be promised was taken. Choji, after all, could only gawk for so long before his appetite took control of his actions.
            He hugged her waist and brazenly buried his face to her apex. Instinctively, her thighs tried to shut and refuse, but Choji had burrowed in too quickly. And before she knew it, his mouth was shoved against her cleft, tongue mopping up the strong and musky flavor of her body. Her jaw clutched from the sloppy swipe between her dripping nether lips. She gave a vocal and sudden jolt when his tongue passed against her clitoris. His lavishing muscle was wiry, skilled even, but Tenten had a hard time believing it was from firsthand practice; nonstop dining must’ve given him some acumen to use his oral muscle in ways normal ninja wouldn’t bother.
            Her eyes were closed – squeezed tight – so she wasn’t seeing the savagery glinting in Choji’s slanted gaze; Naruto, however, was watching and was being a little put off by it. Choji’s appetite was nothing if not the stuff of legend or nightmares. He even considered moving away, but then he noticed how close Tenten’s mouth was to his cock now, in this upside down posture. A simple nudge forward of his hips put the tip at the threshold of her lips, but they did not close around him like before. She was whimpering and moaning too much to think of pleasuring someone else at the same time.
            Tenten managed to peek an eye open at some point to gaze Naruto’s offered appendage. From her underneath vantage point, his cock towered and seemed mightier than before, like a rising tower! Through heavy panting, her tongue crawled out and dabbed on his oozing tip. The taste of his mild pre-cum flipped her stomach, sending the timid butterflies into a frenzy!
            Naruto exhaled softly. The gentle laps of Tenten’s tongue, just lightly coaxing the sensitive head, teased his expectations. For someone who was childishly impulsive, it took every bit of practiced restraint not to push himself to her throat. A good deal of that restraint came from the wary glances at Tenten’s flashing and often gritting teeth. Those few licks, however, were sustaining for the moment. He’d just have to put up with it until his patience – which was infamous for being short – ran out.
            Whatever Naruto’s plight, Choji was far too gluttonous to yield on this delicacy. Tenten’s flavor washed graciously over his palate. He couldn’t remember his pants ever being this tight during a meal – not to say that he was never aroused when pigging out before. Really, if Naruto were stupid enough to interrupt, a furious brawl would ensue for having interrupted the sanctified meal.
            Interruption, however, was Sai’s forte. Smiling like a best friend, he had returned and bustled in close to Choji; the fatty’s tongue didn’t cease rolling against Tenten’s sensitive crest, but his narrow eyes watched Sai like a dog guarding his bone. “Don’t worry,” said Sai soothingly, once again applying social knowledge gained from books. A bit too comfortably, he set his hand on Choji’s broad back while bringing up his other hand. With it, he flourished what must’ve been one of Tenten’s embarrassing stash, though both Choji and Naruto were curious about it since it wasn’t the regular size or shape of the other obvious-phalluses. What Sai held was a pencil-thin stick, long and smooth on one end – the end he held – but tapered off into a swivel at the other end.
            “You should make some room,” Sai suggested with a tilt of his head. He brandished the swivel-stick in a way that clearly pointed to Tenten’s wet groin. “It would be a shame if Tenten-san was not allowed to enjoy her own tools.”
            Choji took pause, grumbling in thought while eyeing Sai’s item. It vaguely reminded him of a swirl lollipop. Would it taste like one? He looked at Sai solely and asked, “What are you going to do?”
            Sai’s smile seemed to be genuine for once. Choji actually yielded, which gave Tenten the chance to catch her breath, though she was disappointed a little. She had actually been very close to giving the chubby boy a gushing treat. She knew that someone had scooted in, but with Naruto obscuring her view, blood rushing to her head, and heartbeat deafening her, she wasn’t sure who it was just yet. She felt whomever it was pass a gloved hand smoothly across her inner thigh; a tender motion, unlike Choji’s impatient prying her legs apart like she was a wishbone. But now that her gritting and grinding had ebbed, she felt Naruto boldly press his tip against her lips, wetting them with a dewy drop of pre-cum. She glared at the cock. Sakura was right; he had no sense for women. Even so, she invited him into her mouth for some short suckling.
            In the meantime, Sai was given permission to do as he wished. He regarded Tenten’s sex with mild interest. He was never really mystified by women; a part of Root’s thorough guards. He passed the end of the stick down the length of her engorged slit, taking a moment to provoke her clit. Her hips jerked at the stiff contact, and he heard her make a rather surprised murmur. The sudden look that flashed on Naruto’s face meant that her jaw tightened unexpectedly, and those teeth above and below his shaft were seeming quite dangerous. Sai didn’t mind, for he found one of his simple pleasures was putting his jubilant companion under pressure.
            Again, Sai traced Tenten’s toy along her quim with the dexterity of a paintbrush. He moved along her labia, around her clitoris, and sometimes ventured in the soft strip of hair residing above. At one point, Tenten’s thighs tensed in anticipation when he took more than a moment to gently probe her opening, but the penetration never happened.
            It was like watching caramel drizzle over dessert! Choji was captivated, but at the same time, his patience was wearing thin. As much as Sai was obviously delighting her, Choji knew that she and he would be much better off letting him devour her cunt once again! Flashing a glare that Shikamaru recognized whenever Asuma or Ino tried to take the last piece of BBQ, Choji rumbled, “Hurry. You’re not fast enough!”
            Sai regarded him. “A funny thing for you to say I’m not fast enough.” That was all he gave. And while Choji struggled to catch up with the joke, Sai made his move. With the swizzle stick, he moved from where Tenten’s arousal ached and pinpointed his true destination.
            This time, Tenten’s eyes went wide, and Naruto had the foresight and speed to remove himself just in time, throwing himself backward; clumsily, but one would have to applaud the harrowing escape from her clenched teeth.
            Tenten shuffled and scuttled on her elbows. Sai and Choji prevented her from descending her lower half, but having her bottom elevated while she reclined on her elbows was preferable to being completely upside-down. Now able to have view of what was happening between her legs – actually seeing Choji there gave her stomach an unpleasant jolt – she would be less surprised, yet Sai’s target still caught her off-guard, rotating the tip of the swivel against her asshole.
            “H-hey! Wait a minute…!” she blabbered, not yet sure if she was prepared to go that intimate with a gaggle of gawking guys. True enough, she had been ‘thorough’ with her toys and the exploration with them, but while under scrutiny? It was modesty’s prey.
            Sai wasn’t one to be swayed. He merely grinned at Tenten while pressing sturdily with the tool. “Now, now. There’s nothing to get so worked up about, Tenten-san. It’d be better to relax.” He pressed in and began screwing the swirl into Tenten’s ass.
            “Ah!” She gasped at the feeling. It may have been one of her smaller items, but having it twist into her particularly-small hole sent a whole storm of feelings through her. It just kept twisting and twisting, going deeper and deeper until Sai was satisfied with the depth of the insertion. Her hips jerked of their own accord, and she found her normally-steady hands twitching. The pleasure was there, but it wasn’t enough. She was teetering on the edge, not yet having the momentum to plunge over into the well.
            Having pushed his find into her, he now rotated it in broad circle, watching the end of the stick turn from her ass. How amusing to watch her quiver and whimper at his merest gestures.
            “Multi-Size Jutsu!”
            Sai looked to his right, his cheerful expression dwindling before he skillfully leapt out of the swathing path of an oversized palm. Choji wasn’t going to be idle a moment longer. Sai had done what he wanted, and now it was time for the great Akimichi to reclaim his prize. Now starved, Choji assaulted her cunt with renewed vigor, making sloppy munching noises as he licked and nibbled her outer lips. Her toes noticeably curled in her sandals while she made a high-pitched whine to his tonguing. Her first orgasm from a boy, and it was to Choji?! Sai’s earlier probing had worked some magic, and with the toy still inserted, it helped the most unattractive boy in attendance garner her release.
            Tenten received a mental image first of how she’d dowse Choji’s fat face with her release before it actually happened. Somehow, thinking of how she allowed herself to be taken by him intensified the feeling. “N-noo~!” She wished she could’ve staved it off, but Choji’s relentless attack on her most sensitive parts was most provoking. Her hips rocked and gyrated, but Choji’s greedy hands kept them fastened. She could grind all she liked; he wasn’t going to miss his meal.
            Spasms coursed through her body like electric shocks. She howled over and over, dreading the giver and unconcerned with whose ears might overhear her shame. The hands she treasured fisted on the forest floor, scraping up clumps of earth and grass and squeezing blood from them. Even when the intense orgasm was ebbing, Choji refused to let her cool down. It was less about her; more about him. Until he was sated, he had no plans to move. Tossing away the stick that Sai had skillfully inserted, his full mouth was shoved against her, and she was helpless to it. She pushed at his hedgehog hair, but he persevered; like trying to shove away a boulder!
            It would take more than that to dissuade him, and Ino could attest to that! Fortunately, though, there was one in attendance who knew how to deal with the insatiable fatty. Choji’s mouth was pressed completely against Tenten’s crotch, bathing his tongue inside of her. And when it seemed like he would go in a wild frenzy, he suddenly froze, though not of his own volition.
            “How troublesome,” came the iconic grumble of the laziest ninja. Shikamaru, now linked with and in control of Choji’s movements, undid his symbol and let his hands drop. Choji reluctantly mimicked his friend’s posture, and Tenten was finally free to pull away and collect herself.
            Choji seemed to come back to himself in that moment. Though unable to turn his head, his eyes went over to Shikamaru, and he apologized. The Shadow Mimic was dispelled the moment Shikamaru saw Choji’s appetite yield. Sighing, showing a small bit of contrition, Shikamaru explained using his technique, “I had to stop you. Choji, we’ve talked about control. It’d get you in trouble.” His eyes glanced pointedly to the left, where Neji had a look of disapproval on his face and was standing in an aggressive way. He was seconds from using the Eight Trigrams to preserve Tenten’s integrity.
            Tenten, having scooted away from Choji, found herself embraced from behind. A wide, foxy grin was chortling excitedly in her ear. How could she have forgotten the rambunctious Naruto? He had retreated from her clenching mouth, but retreat altogether? That was against his ninja way!
            He acted like a trophy had walked right into his arms when he held her. One arm slung around her midsection, the hand crawling up to latch onto her perky breast again, and the other went straight to her apex, fingering through her pubic hair to finally meet her clitoris and labia. She stiffened and moaned from the attention. Unlike Choji, it was not ravenous or off-putting. In fact, the only way it was off-putting was the fact that it was Naruto that was treating her so skillfully. She’d heard about his teacher – Jiraiya-sama – and knew he was a legendary lecher who harassed Tsunade-sama. Could Naruto have been passed down the tricks of the trade?!
            “I can’t wait anymore, Tenten,” he snickered. “I gotta do it now!”
            “What do you mean?” Tenten wheezed, indecisive as to whether look back at him or continue gawking at his talented fingers between her thighs. As his digits moved against her, she could hear the stickiness of her arousal starting to cling to him. It seemed that Choji had failed to lick her clean.
            To her question, Naruto simply chuckled more. The hand tending to her core suddenly slipped away to hook near the base of her thigh. He pulled her apart, displaying her pussy shamelessly, and began to tug her onto his lap. She felt the drag of his own arousal pass through the crevice of her ass – Naruto purposely bumped his head against her anus so that she could feel the wetness still dripping excitedly from him – before he sprung out between her legs. It almost looked like she had grown an appendage of her own!
            Was this it? Tenten held her breath while Naruto fondled himself, as if he needed to get hard, as if she needed eye candy. He then went to her slit, not exclusively lining up with her hole. Again, she heard the wet squelch of him gliding through her moist lips. And then he said, “I’m gonna fuck you now!” He was at her hole now, ready to swoop in and take her virginity. She said nothing to oppose and invitingly opened her legs.
            “I object!”
            Naruto’s head had just barely pushed against Tenten’s folds when Lee suddenly hurried onto the scene with blushing determination. As if addressing a superior, he saluted the grounded duo. “Naruto-kun, you know I respect you and your ability! However, I believe Tenten should share her first time with a respected teammate!” In that sense, it should be Neji heading the line.
            Naruto made an uncomfortable grimace. It was pretty hard to turn off someone on the threshold of sex, but Lee certainly knew how to ‘cock-block’. Naruto cringed when he felt his until-then rock-hard dick flag a little.
            Lee now addressed Tenten herself. “Tenten! While waiting since you revealed yourself, I have done five-hundred straight punches!” He gestured to a tree that showed the impact marks to prove his claim. “I have done so in such a short amount of time to prove worthiness to you! Also, we were next to pair up in the sparring exercise! Please!” He bowed deeply. “Accept my request!”
            Tenten had always considered Lee as a frequent visitor in her fantasies – behind Neji and Sasuke, of course. In spite of his appearance, his gutsy, can-do attitude and nonstop training must’ve afforded him something to boast. Amongst his peers, he was the most solid. And knowing him on a more personal level, she would admit he was a good candidate for her first time.
            Aside from that, it’d be uncomfortable to have Lee hovering anxiously over her while Naruto slid into her snatch. Tenten sighed and with a small smile – she dealt with him for a long time – said, “Okay, Lee.” A girl’s first time should be done with more respect and tenderness than bartering, she lamented; not that she was a romantic like Ino and Sakura.
            It was much more awkward than she or Naruto thought when she slid off of his lap. Before Naruto could start an argument, he was granted a telling squeeze on his semi-wilted cock; he was almost certain that the grab was accompanied with a wink. No, Lee would not finish her, but Naruto would still look on enviously and wait his turn.
            Lee hastily made to strip himself while Tenten awkwardly made her place amongst her discarded clothes. The chunin vest was set down, and the spandex was peeled off with his headband belt. As Tenten waited expectantly for the reveal, she mused on the prelude; namely his defined muscles. Not bulky and veiny; he was lithe and sculpted. And then came the unveiling she truly was anxious for. His bottoms came off in one, smooth yank.
            At once, collective jaws dropped when Lee’s erection sprung free from its tight confines. Tenten froze before him, her pulse visible as she gawked at his thing. She had expected him to stand out amongst the others, but this was astounding! Those weird foods and potions Guy-sensei gave to his star pupil for vitality and healing purposes had some secondary effects!
            Lee was stupendously small! By Tenten’s accurate estimates, he was just about half of an inch short of four full inches. Though he had normal girth, but it did explain how he was able to fit so easily in that skin-tight outfit. Even though all of his pubic hair had been removed, it didn’t make his shame look any less shameful.
            Tenten’s shock turned into a sympathetic grin, trying to feign the eagerness that she had expressed earlier. She saw Naruto behind Lee, a face contorted and frozen between a mix of sympathy and hysterics. She regretted her decision; she should’ve given more thought to her first, fought a bit harder for Neji. Best she could do now was consider this a prologue to good things to come.
            “I guess it turns out that Naruto doesn’t have the smallest penis after all,” Sai observed with his humorless smile. He ignored the angry stare of the blond still sitting on the ground with his unsatisfied dick hanging out.
            Lee must’ve not heard the comment, or – like all other insults hurled his way – let it roll off his back. He knelt down to Tenten and tenderly moved her thighs apart of accommodate him whilst moving his undersized penis to her opening. “Guy-sensei always says that it is the power of youth that matters, not the size of the fighter.” His tip touched her folds. He forced himself not to tremble, though he did feel like he was on the verge of throwing up! “Tenten, I hope that you are ready!”
            He sounded confident, despite packing. Tenten couldn’t hold off her excitement. A real, thumping, hot, hard cock! She nodded, teeth lightly clenched. “Do it, Lee.” She tried not to sound too impatient.
            Lee was not one to keep a lady waiting, and that included Tenten. He shakily rocked against her wet lips, listening to the slick glide before he angled himself at her hole. Youthful anxiety was clutching at his throat. Yes, this was his springtime, and he would bloom!
            With a jubilant exclamation, he surged into her. She whimpered at the feeling of being split, but it was fleeting, as he had already bottomed out. He didn’t fill her out half as nicely as her toys. Still, though, they could not recreate the hot throbbing that Lee did, nor the clear liquid he smeared on her walls. She heard him breathe something about this being an unforgettable experience.
            His voice felt grating in her head. “Just go,” she moaned underneath him. Her hands were up between them, her face turned away, as she unconsciously wanted to keep space between them.
            Lee was terribly shaken, already out of breath. He looked like he wanted to kiss Tenten, touch her, do something, but his knuckles were planted on the ground either side of her waist. He ground his hips to hers, stimulating her clitoris to pleasurable benefit. It was then that she moaned his name and hooked her hands onto his broad shoulders.
            “Ughn! If I cannot get up to one-hundred thrusts,” he gasped, “before either of us climax, I… ugh! I will do one thousand laps around Ko-Kono-Haa~aahHH!”
            Time froze. Impossible, Naruto thought. ‘Shameful’ was Shino’s impression. Neji grimaced, the rare crimson appearing on his pale face, and put a soothing hand to his temple to cope with his rival’s shame. Even Tenten was mortified when Lee ejected himself. The emptiness was distracted from by the hot burst of goo over her pubic mound. Looking down between them, she saw the proof. It seemed that Guy-sensei’s foods had a secondary impediment…
            PREMATURE EJACULATION!!!
            There was no pride or energetic chants of youth; only misery and shame as the Green Beast picked himself off of the girl, made a movement and a sound that almost seemed like an apology, and then moved to pull on his outfit. The indignity… Straightening and closing his chunin vest on his sternum, he looked over his shoulder to his comrades, eyes glossy with the onset of tears. “Bye, guys…” And then he was off, on a sad, lonely journey, circling the village a thousand times. He didn’t look so spry anymore, the little fucker.
            Tenten wondered how she should feel as her first headed off in a miserable sprint. She almost felt bad for him, maybe chase after him and assure/lie to him by telling him that it was enjoyable. However, she wasn’t given much time to consider the feelings of the Green Beast; Neji was not one to dawdle.
            He assumed Lee’s forgone role, settling between Tenten’s thighs with a regal dignity. His cock was jutting up proudly, pre-cum slipping down to ease his impending insertion. The sticky remains of Lee were done away with – using Tenten’s ruined blouse – in the manner of cleaning a seat. His cool was impressive, taking what he wanted like it was owed to him.
            His dick was brandished over the hem of his trousers, poking through the apex of his aprons. He had lifted his pants from earlier, keeping mobility while still displaying important parts. Unlike the others, his seemed so majestic; not too large, groomed, arching mightily.
            And on his face, he sported a smirk akin to the arrogant kind he had given before Naruto. It roused her excitement, her breath stalling when he flourished his tip through her folds. He took particular care to rub the head – and the slickening pre-cum – at her clit before honing in on the right spot.
            Tenten still held her breath. She felt the heat of him waiting at her threshold as surely as he felt hers. The anticipation was mounting. If she was in control, she’d have hit her mark already. But Neji seemed unsatisfied with that. His fingers probed between them while his cock anxiously waited. He twitched, and she thought he was either prolonging the moment or giving her a thorough study.
            What happened next could only have been registered as an electric bolt of sheer ecstasy! Her clit met with a charge when Neji’s thumb pressed against it. It was after the second jolt that she realized – even with a sudden fog in her head – Neji was using a variation of his Gentle-Fist Style, probing her nerves with a Chakra-rich shock to give her these feelings. It was similar to the feeling of using her vibrators, but different enough to be new and therefore exciting.
            She was receiving the third dosage when Neji finally felt it time to move into her; a nice smooth and slick entrance. A drawn-out and sharp gasp accompanied the feeling of being filled. Not once did Neji snag or halt. His push was sure until he bottomed out, just barely touching the way to her womb. She could almost swear she could feel the wet kiss of his cockhead at the back of her vagina, mingling his pre-cum within her.
            At once, her hands were on his body, first grabbing his lithe arms, then clawing red marks behind his ribs. “N-Neji!”
            His pale face looked aglow with that faint splash of red. His straight mouth curved down at one side; a small grimace at the warm sensation rubbed around his embedded tool. It might have been his first time – Tenten could not be sure, as he met with many nobilities who had loose customs – but if it was, it didn’t show. One hand supported his weight while he cupped the side of her waist with the other, guiding her hips to meet his slow-starting tempo, expertly putting them on track. She gasped out loud as she felt him hit a bit deeper when his movements picked up the pace. When the rhythm was made, his hips started to flex, arching and stabbing Tenten with sudden and unexpected pleasure. Already, her muscles were starting to spasm. Was it the skill of the prodigy, or was it the anticipation that pitched her so close to the brink already?
            The normally-stoic Hyuga winced. The flat line of his mouth made a grimace that loosed a grunt; an uncontrollable noise that he rarely made, even when taking damage. “Tenten,” he breathed to her as if in warning. His pace drew out, long and deliberately-slow strokes. The fingers at her hip sank into her skin. Without realizing it, Tenten separated her thighs more, invoking him to press his cock deeper into her. His rhythm had slowed to a crawl, but her tight channel felt his pulse quickening.
            Her gaping mouth hardly had enough room to suck in the air she needed without Sai suddenly crowding her, easing the bulbous tip of his dick through her lips to distend her cheek. “You oughtn’t forget the others,” he smiled at her. His gloved hand smoothed down her sternum to where his two naked fingers could trap her brown nipple. “Naruto isn’t really patient. It isn’t every day someone appreciates his penis.” He smiled over at his teammate, but Naruto fumed red, ready to buckle the painter’s brains.
            Tenten tried to breathe around his cock, widening her mouth to make loud, thirsty pants for oxygen. She wound up choking on her own moan of pleasure; Neji must’ve gotten his bearings to start up a stronger tempo. Her tits bounced, though Sai sealed one’s movement beneath his gracious hand, clasping firmly on it.
            “I think,” she heard Sai continue – an annoying distraction as she watched the pleasure play across Neji’s normally-serene features – “that we could enjoy it more it you were on top, Tenten-san.” He pulled his dick out of her mouth, stretching her lips so that he dislodged with a wet pop. His suggestion didn’t make much sense until he held her back and eased her up. Neji complied, though he reprimanded Sai’s impertinence. Sai told him to be patient, and Neji was rewarded as Tenten’s height allowed him deeper access. A groan caught in his throat before Tenten was rolled on top of him, straddling his pelvis and holding him beneath him.
            Riding wasn’t new. Tenten had once equipped a strap-on to a pillow to explore varying positions, though the ride was not wild. Without the support of another’s hands stabilizing her, she had to readjust and find her balance in between thrashing hips. This was smoother. This was nicer… until she became very aware of the exposure of her asshole, which Sai prominently exposed to everyone else. She felt so very unguarded and vulnerable, having that part of her scrutinized and objectified. She shuttered it from sight with a hand. Let them watch Neji’s cock slide in and out of her wet pussy; just don’t stare there! “What are you doing?!” she squealed frantically at Sai, who was busy deciding which brush to take in hand.
            Smooth, long handles with perfectly-tipped brushes. He looked from them to her, and his smile seemed authentic, albeit malicious. “This one will do,” he said finally. The shield of her hand across her bottom was useless, not when the majority of her strength had been sapped through her loins. Sai penetrated and found the mark with his paintbrush, which felt oddly slippery. Had he applied paint to her asshole?! She hoped not, but saw that he had carried some of her personal lube with him from the confection of toys; a much-needed ingredient to enjoy ass-play.
            The lube was warm and tickled with the soft-bristle, but Tenten shivered and her skin tightened as if winter had brought a sudden chill to her bones. Her nipples puckered all the more, standing out for attention. Assaulted by sensation on either front, Tenten was helpless, watching with a cascade of moans as Sai diligently pampered her anus with fluid, and then directed the brush to himself. He would need it, she thought, blushing as she watched the brush glide a clear paint along his cock; longer than the other boys, that was for sure. He dabbed the lube again and applied in long strokes. When he drizzled his tip and made a softer noise than Neji’s earlier grunt, she was surprised at how arousing it seemed.
            Only when he set his toolkit aside and put his sights on her did it occur what was about to happen. “Wait!” she stammered, but it was too late. He was at her hole, and the preparation suited him well even if her body resisted. Her asshole caved in, but its endurance could not stand to the jelly and his own persuasion. She was used to smaller objects: fingers, that swiveling stick, and the average butt plug. But those were objects that popped in and required no force afterwards. Sai was a force to be reckoned with, despite his lithe, seemingly-delicate body. He held her, both hands fastened on her waist, above where Neji was grabbing her.
            “Girls like to have tight bodies, don’t they?” There was a slight hitch to Sai’s tone hinting to the effort it took to breech her. Good that it wasn’t easy; a quick slip would not have spoken well of her restraint and modesty. But her own practice also served her well as she tolerated the ascension of Sai into her bowels; then the familiarity of four-inches was surpassed, and she felt close walls pried apart by the wedge of Sai’s round tip. He made an exalted sound from her unwilled squeeze. Tight indeed! He had noticed that while the weapons miss did a lot of preening with fine clothes and tidiness, she was also very diligent in training. The Fifth was mentioned often as a source of inspiration, though Sai had once made the observation that she didn’t even seem to be in Tsunade-sama’s radar.
            Well, she certainly was a center of attention now.
            “Ahh~!” Tenten yanked forward involuntarily, trying to escape the curve of Sai’s pale prick. “It’s too deep!” she confessed, a pain tear balling up in the corner of one eye.
            Sai cocked his head innocently. “Is that so?” He did not dawdle and carefully extracted himself from her rectum.
            It was a strangely-satisfying feeling for her to feel him ejected, but it was followed by the embarrassment of the hole being left open to a draft. Her stomach roiled hard, even with Neji’s tempting rhythm gently rocking her. She faced him, redder than he. As if his eyes could see behind her, she carefully set a hand across her loosened anus.
            “Maybe I applied too little,” she heard Sai counsel himself. He shuffled for a moment, his trusty paint set coming back into play, and she heard a bamboo canister open. “It’s said that Jiraiya-sama was one of the first to find practicality in toad oil.” Tenten snapped when a sudden trickle of warm wetness flowed down the crack of her ass and over her concealing hand. She pulled it away and found the slightly-yellow substance leaving a thorough shine over her fingers. And they were slippery; very slippery! And it was not applied by paintbrush. Holding her indecent hole open with a hooking fingertip, Sai administered the dose like pouring honey into a bun. Her asshole tensed, but he kept it from closing. “Perhaps he thought to use it this way, Naruto.”
            Tenten heard Naruto make a comment in return regarding his deceased master and his perverted intentions, but the sounds faded out of her ears when the assault to her bowels was renewed. Sai, long as he was, nearly fell into her on the slide of toad oil – which was good for certain paintings. He glided beyond four inches, went to the mark she had resisted, and then rushed until he bottomed out and she could safely say that he had hidden the fullness of his length between her cheeks. That oil was amazing, though the quick intrusion was shocking. It happened so quick, lodging his cock so far up her backside; it hit her almost like a punch to the back of her head when it registered!
            “It’s deep!” she howled out, stirring a crow from its perch overhead. “I can’t believe it’s so deep in my ass!”
            “Hm! Do you like it?” Sai stroked back, and then slid back in for another shot to her mind. She yelped when she took another thrust. Anal intrusion aside, she felt stuffed! Sai in her rear while Neji took her front; perhaps she had a fantasy like this before, but it was unclear as her mind whirled. Was she breathing? Was she falling asleep or waking up?
            “You should not have been so impatient.” How long had Shino been standing at their side, shaded by the nearest tree, watching them intently? He stalked forward, cool as ever, head tilted only to Tenten. “A shock can render an unseasoned insect immobile.”
            Odd pearls of wisdom; Shino was skilled at killing a mood. Sai regarded him, though, and said brightly, “You’re a very strange one, Shino-kun.”
            A beetle buzzed behind the stilled Aburame.
            Neji ignored them both. His hands had already begun to tighten on Tenten’s waist. He felt Sai run through the other side, and it pressed down on him. Dammit… He felt it a disgrace to be lumped in with this rabble. And now Shino looming over them as a close spectator…
            “You should hold her breasts more,” Sai pointed out to him, sliding his oil-wet palms atop Tenten’s breasts. “They’re not huge like your cousin’s, but…”
            “Don’t speak another word,” Neji commanded yet, all the same, applied his hands to Tenten’s chest.
            Tenten awoke from that feeling. Not the simple holding, but from the warmth or tingle that accompanied the touch. The Juken maneuver, manipulated by his masterful prowess to press pleasure deeper into her. But what was nipple-play when Sai’s naked, oily fingers crossed around her pelvis and flicked her clit with curious interest? He pinched while Neji’s hands jolted her, fluttering her chest while her loins were stoked with heat.
            Heat… Definitely how she’d describe Sai’s member as it retracted; pulling out some, and then pressing back in with the wet slap of his pelvis meeting her ass. And the more he did it, the easier it became; all thanks to the toad oil, he was cramming up her ass and busting through her ring again and again!
            “Ow!” she wheezed, not knowing how to put into words how good it felt to feel the absent friction pushing beyond her once-tight asshole. “Ow…! Ow!” His constant fondling of her clit, Neji’s rhythm against Sai’s tempo, the hands warming her breasts… “Ow~!!” She came, overwhelming Neji’s sudden spasm as her claws bit his firm chest. She felt that heat all over. Neji must’ve pushed all of his chakra into her to set her body like this; all tension and numbness. Behind her, in her ear, Sai muttered that she closed up again.
            Shut up!
            Her teeth clacked and held together as she endured the rush of euphoria. She knew she had made a wet, messy show across Neji’s lap – she’d feel shame when she witnessed it – but the gush that had been so forceful initially now felt like a slow drizzle that just barely seeped out around his embedded shaft. Strange too was that Neji had stilled and froze in a forced posture, arching from the ground while his hands seized her forearms near the elbow. The comforting chakra had receded from his palms. And Tenten’s mind slowly came back to her. Seeing his flushed face led her to believe…
            He finished?
            She could scarcely believe such a notion. Neji was placid and in control. His body did nothing unless he had planned it. With such mastery over his senses, he could hold off until each boy present had run a turn on her.
            Even so, she could not help a downward glance, and the proof was right there; lazy tendrils of white sloping down his shaft to his crop of hair. He’d done it inside her, setting noble seed in her clan-less womb. That heat… She had felt it all over, she hadn’t the sense to actually experience her first creampie, though now that she focus… It felt warm… and wet; a noticeable wet on her insides that eased throughout the channel.
            And Neji was done. Her body filtered him out while a glaze of his own semen; Sai at least had the courtesy to let her admire the work done to her, but he was not above prodding at Neji’s pride. “I expected a genius to hold out a little longer. Perhaps I should call you Quickshot-kun instead.”
            Neji growled, though his scowl did not seem so severe in his weakened postulation. “Damn you” was all he could muster, though Tenten wanted to tell him he needn’t feel shame. After all, aside from the wracking climax that outdid any toy handling, it gave her a sense of power to have finished the genius so suddenly.
            The jerk of Sai rubbing up inside her backside reminded her that it was not all due to her own body’s efforts. She jolted with him with a sudden grunt, her posterior lifting with the buckle now that Neji’s anchoring had gone slack. “Don’t worry about him, Tenten-san.” His slippery hand molested her breast, kneading her out and squeezing it fully. She wanted to rebuke him in some way; Neji was her partner, and she wasn’t about to simply dismiss him.
            She turned partway to him with something to say, but Sai met her halfway and kissed deep, leading with the tongue. Her admonishment melted and was slathered by his intrusive muscle, prodding at hers, stroking swaths of spit across the insides of her mouth. She hated how defenseless it left her, and how it nearly made her swoon after he drew back, tongue aloft to maintain the bridge of their mingled spit. He might’ve learned something other than unpleasantness from books after all.
            “Forgive me, Tenten.” Even when bested, Neji held his mannerisms. He edged a little along the ground, elbows propping him at a slant. His crotch was out from underneath hers, the once proud and swollen cock now diminished under the spill of his own release. “I’ll… need some time…”
            “Out of the way!” Choji’s lack of refinement showed, catching Neji underneath his armpits and hurling him out of the way to tumble heedlessly into a bushel of leaves and twigs. All his posturing and elegance had been erased, his image suffering more when his head popped out from the branches, scuffed and scraped, to yell at Choji.
            But Choji would ignore him. He had waited and edged himself, going beneath his gut to rub himself expectantly. His was a fat appendage, and Tenten could admit to never caring to know what it had looked like. Now here it was, shoved towards her face. Her mouth tightened to refuse entry, but her nostrils could not avoid the musk of him; the heavy, heady scent of sweat and heat.
            “It seems she is not interested,” Sai jibed, his sternum against Tenten’s spine. He watched her features, noting them for future observations. Declination was hard to not notice. He smiled up at the forlorn fatty. “Perhaps you are just too fat, Choji-kun.”
            The frail longing on Choji’s face ruptured at the taboo taunt. Shikamaru could be seen aside, muttering that there would be retribution for uttering that notion. Tenten might be flattened along with Sai, Choji’s unearned pride and wrath was so great. “Ho!! Who’s fat, you twig?!”
            Tenten was indeed assaulted, though not harmed; Sai was the one to take the brunt of it when Choji upturned them, putting Sai on his back and her on top of him. Sai lost his grin, at least, and Tenten was rattled above. Her legs splayed open on either side of Sai’s knees, opening her soaked crevice and showing where Sai was plugged into her. This position was less comfortable for her; harder to keep her ass relaxed around the girth. However, if she meant to change it back, Choji did not allow it. His bulk hunkered in tightly to her, the weight of his cock pressing up along her snatch, unbothered that Neji’s cum still dripped from her.
            “I’m just as good as them,” Choji professed, though it remained to be seen if his performance would best Lee’s. He was already trembling. She could feel his cock twitching endlessly just being trapped between her cleft and his pelvis.
            Tenten gulped. His face was flushed red – deep red – so much so that his swirls were lost in that puff of excitement. His eyebrows had lifted somewhat to expose his anxiety, but his ragged breathing hadn’t yet leveled out.
            When he pressed down on her – not yet lined up with her entrance – air was forced out of her breast. Beneath her, she heard Sai also give an uncomfortable grunt while his hands seized at her midsection. He’d be squashed and Tenten would suffocate. Luckily, Choji kept most of his weight in check with his thick, soft arms.
            What was he waiting for? When Neji had left, there was a gap left behind him. Though flooded with his semen, she much preferred the turgid sturdiness of a man to occupy the slot. And with Sai stilled – cock and hands – she felt unsatisfied and restless. She exhaled a whiney grunt and wiggled her hips in an attempt to get Choji lined up. Never mind her lack of attraction; that fat dick would certainly feel good inside her!
            “Choji,” she pleaded, brown eyes turning up to him. He was sweating more now, droplets rolling down his cheeks and filing down the fold of his chin. Perhaps he would appreciate some guidance, and she was more than willing to offer it. She stared down. His big stomach was crushing hers, but if she reached around it. “Where…?” Her fingers were deft, quick to find a handle or hilt blindly. It was one remarkable talent of hers. She grazed his hot appendage. It was thick! Near to bursting, she’d say, and carefully wound her fingers around the girth.
            But Choji objected. “No.” His hedgehog head shook, and his chin tucked in. “No, no!”
            She wasn’t sure what she had done wrong, but she realized his displeasure soon enough. He quaked more and more until his huge frame was shuddering like a weak leaf. And then his thick cock burst. He covered the underside of his belly mostly, but she felt the weaker patters mess her pubic mound. Her eyes widened. Lee at least made it inside her; Choji, however, lost momentum with anticipation. He did not wilt quickly, though; a slight wane in her cum-covered hand, but she could still tell there was some to be coaxed from the husky boy.
            Nevertheless, Choji rolled off in defeat and a good deal of shame. A latch of his semen chased after him for a moment, but it broke and streaked along Tenten’s thigh. The resulting tremor of his fallen fat could actually be felt with her planted feet. She couldn’t help watching the chubby staff roll along his naked thighs, smudging his misfire wherever it landed. If he’d the energy and commitment, would he flee in embarrassment?
            Tenten had no time to wonder such things, for with Choji defeated, Sai once again had sole reign over her. He hoisted her from her butt, dragging her up along his resilient cock, and then brought her back down to make her groan loudly until she was sitting entirely on his lap. “So many of them are a distraction,” Sai teased from the floor. “Don’t they know what to do with their small penises?”
            A worrisome glance out to the others, Tenten wondered if she really was going through a list of virgins from here on out. Naruto had begun to fumble with his pants, taking a cue from Choji to disrobe, while Shikamaru dragged on a cigarette like he was uninterested; seemingly, but his gray eyes were stuck on her all the while. Had Temari taught him anything in the ways of pleasuring woman? More importantly, would he be willing to go so far with her? And Kiba seemed to still be out of commission somewhere in the underbrush. And that left… who?
            Tenten had genuinely forgotten until she heard the BBZZZ!! Heard it, and then felt it; a jelly-covered oval shoved up against her clit, trembling on motor and battery. Two fingers kept it stuck there, trembling her nerves to rattle her answering call of pleasure.
            “The mistake is rushing into unknown territory. For kinship, one must offer familiarity first.” Shino, with the sun coming down from the treetops against his back and hood, was dark and ominous as he appeared between Tenten’s thighs with her own toy used to barter his passage.
            This creepy guy?! No less off-putting than Choji’s bulk, yet she still wanted the hefty cock plugged into her. What exactly did Shino have to offer? Perhaps he had some tricks to share, but it suddenly made her skin crawl. Tricks that involved bugs?! Her stomach squeezed as if to expel vomit, and she nearly refused when he fiddled with his zipper.
            “Tenten,” he said in his murmured voice, “are you prepared?”
            She was about to refuse… until the largest cock she had been presented with flopped out and landed in the remnants of Choji’s squandered turn. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it, at the prospect of fitting it inside her.
            “No way!”
            Though Shino had already made preparations to be accommodated.
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