The Hokage's Prescription for Safe Anal Sex

The Hokage’s Prescription for Safe Sex

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            “So… you want to try anal penetration, and you’ve come to me for advice.”

            “Yes, Shisho!”

            Tsunade leaned on her hand, at her desk, eyeing the couple who had come in.  Sakura, of course, stood at proud attention; beside her, Naruto sulked, looking off to the side, mortified that he’d been dragged here to make this request.  Still, he looked better than Shizune, who had nearly swooned to a faint.

            For a pronounced moment, Tsunade didn’t react in any way.  She was top medic in all countries, after all.  People had come to her for all sorts of embarrassing and intimate problems.  But finally, she sighed.

            Sakura kept her stiff-lipped posture, head up, straight back – which propped her high breasts out in front of her – and hands clasped behind her unpenetrated ass.  Naruto twinged a little, worried eyes shooting between Sakura-chan, Baa-chan, and the desk; a heavy desk that could be thrown at his head by either woman.

            Tsunade eased into her seat, her leaning now more interested than aloof.  She sized up her student, then sized up the one gestating behind.  The merest upcurve at the corner of her lips; satisfaction.  “I’m surprised it’s gotten this far between you two.”  She settled a bit, eyes on Sakura especially as her complexion began a modest glow.  “I expected a bit more reservation from you.”

            The demeanor cracked.  “Well, you’ve always told me that a medic-nin should be limber and relaxed.  We weren’t expecting it but…”  She trailed off, fumbling with habitually nervous laughs.  Naruto blushed, but through his anxious smile radiated some pride.

            Young lovers, exploring themselves.  Tsunade could appreciate that.  Still, to be bold enough to come seeking sexual advice…  Truly, Sakura’s trust in her master was unwavering and commendable; bragworthy even.

            “I would think this is something better suited to Mitarashi Anko to address,” Tsunade pressed lightly, glancing towards tightlipped Shizune.

            Sakura looked back at Naruto, who gulped, and shook his head once.  Too scary-tebayo.  Yeah, that tracked.  Anko had a legendary sex drive, but her interests were intense and… specific.  Naruto was still in that range of ‘specifications’ that roused Anko’s lusty interests, though Sakura would never outgrow her eye.

            Kurenai, they didn’t even consider; much too prim to do anything but look down her nose at such an invasive act of sodomy.

            Besides, Tsunade was just right to go to.  A mentor to Sakura, the closest to a mother Naruto had ever known – one he had beaten off to on more than one occasion – she was one that they trusted.  She knew this.

            And they had caught her in a good and heady mood.

            She stood up suddenly, pushing her chair out behind her so suddenly that Shizune leapt aside with a yelp.  Tsunade’s eyebrows furrowed, her rosy lips with an intense smirk.

            “Come with me.”

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            “Kuchiyose no Jutsu.”

            Initially, Naruto had overreacted – “Katsuyu is too big for this room!” – and looked rather foolish bracing himself for the appearance of a massive slug that did not come.  The trailers of summoning smoke lilted, and Tsunade held her summoning in the palm of her hand.

            A miniature Katsuyu.  A partial summoning of the greater bulk; sentient and as effective as her whole.  The head raised; quiet ambling as the eyestalks took account of the room.  “Yes, Tsunade-sama,” said the familiar.  “How may I be of assistance?”

            “Katsuyu?  Tsunade-sama, isn’t that a bit too much?” stammered Shizune, squeezing Tonton like a stress ball; one that squealed and squirmed to get free.

            “Nonsense,” Tsunade retorted, and then looked at the two protégés.  “As long as they are willing, as a mentor and Hokage, I shall nurture them.”

             “But, Shisho,” Sakura started after regard of the slug, “could her healing abilities really… help with this?”

            Naruto concurred, but with separate concerns, his face turning blue.  “Y-You’re not gonna have it… spit acid on me, right-tebayo?”

            “Enough!” barked the Hokage with a sweeping wave of her other hand.  “My methods won’t be questioned by greenhorns!  It is your duty, as the ones who came for my help, to only do as I instruct!”

            Sakura snapped rigid at attention.  “Y-Yes, ma’am!”

            Naruto was too afraid to tease Sakura-chan that she was acting like Lee.  Like her, he withheld his concerns and trusted the process.

            “Now, what you two must do next is undress.”  She reproached the outbursts before they could even formulate, including Shizune’s erratic stammering.  “No backtalk!”

            Naruto and Sakura exchanged sideways glances, Naruto’s casting over the fullness of her frame.  He wasn’t one to decry her undressing, even if he hesitated to do himself.

            Sakura was quicker.  It took guts to go up to her mentor and ask for coordination for this task, and there were more than a few times when she bathed with both Shisho and Shizune-senpai, back before her breasts had come in.  Drunken Tsunade was not kind to her former flatness, eyeing the plane of her new apprentice’s sternum, the twin points of pink when the towel was shed and the adolescent scarcity of pubic hair.  “You need a robust diet if you want to change that!” she exclaimed in the tranquility of the bathhouse, referencing her humongous breasts with her hands, Shizune-senpai scrambling to calm her down.

            Clothes folded on the Hokage-sized bed, with pink panties and bra placed neatly on top.  Next to them were strewn Naruto’s attire, pitched carelessly, one article atop the other.  He was down to his boxers, and they did nothing for the imagination.  The hardened piece surged against the cloth, and he felt particularly scrutinized when he saw Katsuyu also facing him; possibly uninterested, possibly judging in silence.  He sluiced them down in a determined pull.  Somewhere to the side, as his eyes stuck to the floor in mortification, he heard Nee-chan give a gasp.

            Tsunade had traveled for decades and had seen more than her fair share, from the burly men of Iwagakure to the brutes of Kumogakure.  Still, among them…  Naruto could still be proud.  It suited him well for his stature, with appropriate reach and hardness.  Larger ones, more often than not, would droop under their own weight and fail to reach full mast.

            Sakura was foolishly spurning a found gift.

            “Sorry,” whispered Naruto, using both hands to guard his cock.  “I-I can’t control it…”

            “It’s natural,” Tsunade answered dismissively, though with another lingering glance.  “Now!  Sakura!  On the bed!”  She pointed.  “On your back!  And raise your knees!”

            “O-On my back?  Not…?”  Sakura trailed off, unsure how to request the more-standard doggy position.  So she silently followed command, slowly crawling onto the bed, situating herself on her back, and – with great reservation – pulling her knees toward her chest, exposing herself completely for the four sets of eyes.  Naruto’s, she felt most of all; invasive and hungry.  His gulp was loud.

            Tsunade, with a straight face and honed gaze, simply said, “Katsuyu.”

            “Yes, Tsunade-sama.”  The slug lifted a little, and ooze began to salivate from its mouth slot.

            “Hey!  You are going to use acid!” Naruto accused with a vicious point of his finger.

            “Shut up, brat,” snarled Tsunade out the corner of her mouth, nose crinkling on one side.

            “I am able to adjust the pH of the mucus I secrete,” Katsuyu elaborated where Tsunade hadn’t the patience.  “Tsunade-sama intends to insert me rectally to aid Sakura-sama’s endeavors.  Once inside, I will be able to offer stimulation to relax the sphincter, provide lubrication, as well as prevent and heal any damage or tears.”

            The accusatory finger sagged, and Naruto looked foolish.  “Oh…”

            “Inside me?”  A smaller bit of the larger entity, but this Katsuyu was not so different in size as Naruto’s full cock!  And of course, she and Naruto had tried plenty of lubricants to wedge him up there.  All unsuccessful.

            “Not to worry, Sakura-sama.  I can enter through any opening with no discomfort.  You won’t feel a thing.  Now, if I may…”  Tsunade lowered her to Sakura’s spread legs, and she slithered onto the sheets and assessed the situation.  “Everything looks healthy and resilient.”

            Good to know, though Sakura reddened to the statement.

            Slowly, Katsuyu approached, eyestalks lowering, leveling out to the tighter hole winking between pert and blushing cheeks.  “I can see some stress from recent activity—”

            Sakura and Naruto exchanged looks; those of being caught.

            “—but no tearing.  I shall heal any abrasions or trauma.  Leave it to me, Sakura-sama!”  The slug sounded spritely, even if her face could not convey emotion.

            Her stalks receded slightly, her head tucking nearer to Sakura’s pink anus.  Impulsively, like she was to endure Naruto’s shaft bearing down on her, she reached her hands from knees to buttocks to help spread somewhat.

            “You needn’t trouble yourself, rest assured.”  Katsuyu burrowed in, body perspiring more opaque fluid, especially from the mouth.  She almost looked to be melting by the time she was nuzzling Sakura’s hole.  The kunoichi whimpered at the sensation; much like Naruto’s tongue floundering down there, but much softer.  Katsuyu melded between the cheeks, pushing onward without a hitch.  Tight as the hole was, what little breach Naruto had made was more than enough for the liquified summons to pass through.

            In training, Sakura was introduced to Izumo’s Syrup Jutsu.  Before congealing, the substance was thick and fluid.  She was reminded of the feeling when Katsuyu went inside her; as promised: smooth and with no discomfort.  It felt embarrassingly good, like being cleansed until the creature began to reform inside her.  Then it was butterflies; a swarm of them that made her guts quiver.  She felt the mass of Katsuyu, but it wasn’t bloating her passage.  Just enough pressure to let her know that she was inside and in full slug form.

            “K-Katsuyu-sama!” Sakura could barely gasp out, shifting and wiggling in place, feeling an urgent sensation for a toilet.  It tickled her senses when the slug crawled through her colon.

            Tsunade held her down, pressing vaguely in the spot where her familiar was idling.  “How is it in there, Katsuyu?”

            Silence at first…

            “No irregularities” came the telepathic reply.  “There is no evidence of a successful penetration.”  Within, the white slug hunkered several inches deep in Sakura’s convulsing bowels.  The eyestalks were at full length, wafting and taking examine of her environment.  Mostly dark, but pink all around, riddled with thin blood vessels in the thin walls.  At the end of the tunnel, there was only the merest hint of light; hardly anything to brighten Katsuyu’s predicament.  “Very firm,” she continued.  “It is no wonder Naruto-kun would struggle to enter.”

            Tsunade closed her eyes, humming in her throat.  “Hm, yes, I see.”

            Naruto blinked in wonder.  “Y-You can see?”

            A bit awkward, Shizune answered, “Yes, Tsunade-sama has a telepathic link to Katsuyu-sama, as do any who make a contract with her.”  She stopped, huddling back.  “Closing our eyes… we can see what Katsuyu-sama sees…”

            “Wow.”  Naruto was quiet.  And then, to clarify, with a flagrant point below Sakur’s belly, “So you can see inside…”

            “Yes, Naruto-kun,” Shizune snapped, wanting to veer off the subject, her eyes glossy from the restricted blinking.

            Unlike her subordinate, Tsunade swapped her gaze to analyze with the sight in her mind’s eye.  Healthy bowels; expected of such a committed student, but that also worked against the method of anal.  The tissues and sphincter were lean, her reflex keen, and her durability significant.

            “Katsuyu…”

            The head bobbed.  “Yes, Tsunade-sama.  Naruto-kun, please watch.”

            “Huh?!  A-Am I going to see inside too?!”  Naruto’s cock beat strongly, slowly slipping out from behind his less-determined hands, a fat dewdrop of excitement residing at his slit.

            He didn’t notice Nee-chan’s efforts to not look…

            “Sakura,” Tsunade punctuated when she glanced and saw the pink-haired kunoichi; bunched up, legs open and hands latching on the bedspread, staring down intently at her splayed nether regions and hyperventilating.  “Close your eyes!  You need to see as well!”

            “But, Shisho…!”  Sakura flinched.  After a reluctant moment, she closed her eyes and saw the mental image telegraphed in her head.  How embarrassing…  Her insides, though Shisho commended the state of them.  The soft undulation of her walls, rattling around the view.  When she hiccupped, they rippled gently.

            “I will begin the process of lubricating now,” Katsuyu said.  Froth built up at her radula; gooey, oily, almost transparent but for a slight whitish hue.  Then, like firing off Zesshi Nensan, she spat the phlegm to Sakura’s entrance.  Warm and jellylike, the slime oozed through the opening.  Sakura jumped with a little yelp, flexing her pasted hole.  It was so warm!  “It is a film that is a softener, relaxing tense muscles somewhat and removing the harder discomfort of friction.”

            Another loogie.  “To account for Naruto-kun’s formidable girth.”

            Outside, Naruto only heard and blushed, wrapping a fist around his swollen self and giving a congratulatory tug.

            “Hey!” he suddenly popped, bringing Tsunade and Sakura from their mind-meld with a slug.  He leaned toward the latter, big eyes transfixed on her trembling pucker.  “There’s something oozing out!”

            “Don’t say it like that, Naruto!” Sakura snarled.

            “That’s Katsuyu’s Healing Membrane,” said Tsunade while Sakura lectured Naruto on tact.  She smiled confidently.  “Normally, I’d say you should apply yourself to open her more for you, but Katsuyu will be sufficient, even for you.”

            “Hehe!  Don’t worry about that, Baa-chan,” gloated Naruto, who proceeded to hold up two fingers pointedly, scissoring them in obvious gesture.  “We already…”

            “Y-You don’t need to tell her that!” flustered Sakura.  Katsuyu had already mentioned the clear trauma of the hole; Shisho could figure out on her own that they’d done their own prep prior to coming here for help.

            Getting behind Naruto, Tsunade reached and grabbed his cock; slight impatience in her grasp, and she gave a tenacious stroke that swelled the dollop on the tip to overflowing.  Naruto shuddered, his voice reverberating in his throat – “Baa-chan~” – until he was tipped forward, staggering and finding himself at the edge of the bed where Sakura-chan was presented.  Tsunade rubbed his cock a few more times, affirming its stoutness.  “Be careful pushing it in,” she told him, looking from his weeping head to the shiny drop pearling from Sakura’s anus.

            Naruto gulped, looking down at Sakura, smitten at her mint eyes turning up worriedly at him.  Despite everything, she could still look at him with such vulnerability.  He remembered why he liked her so much…  “Are-Are you ready, Sakura-chan?”

            She tilted a little, but put on a brave face.  “I-I guess so…”  She tucked her chin toward her chest, an arm coming up to shyly hide her small breasts from him.  “Just still… go a little slow.”

            “Right…”

            Baa-chan helped, but it was Naruto who pushed the fat head of his cock against the entrance to Sakura-chan’s bowels, mingling the drops from him and Katsuyu in a slickening cocktail.  He felt the difference instantly; the smooth slick removing the usual grind of rigid, puckered skin.  His purple tip gleamed in a mingling of his fluid and hers (or Katsuyu’s) while he nuzzled and tried to find a bit of leeway.

            “Relax please, Sakura-sama,” Katsuyu advised from within.  Inside, the slug was squished by the condensing walls; unperturbed from her malleability.  “I can feel you tense up.”

            “I’m sorry,” Sakura stuttered, though she couldn’t believe she was apologizing for such a natural response to her asshole being intensively probed.

            Naruto pressed harder when Tsunade told him to.  This kind of pressure usually brought about the end of their usual trysts.  Sakura would howl at the almost-breach, jump or scoot away and nurse her sore butthole.  But now…

            “Ughnn~♥”

            She made a sound that was… pleasure.

            A greater noise than when he was fondling her folds and clit with his tongue; it urged him on.  With a shuddering breath, he resolved to be inside Sakura-chan’s heat.

            It didn’t hurt.  Not in any traditional sense.  It burned, yet tickled in doing so.  She bore down on him best as she could when Tsunade instructed, ignoring the instinct to close up and kick Naruto off of her.  She felt his racing pulse when she squeezed around him, making his valiant, decisive stance.  So would she.  She gritted her teeth, forced herself to relax, and held for him.

            Her eyes closed and she saw the dark flicker.  Her raw pink tract shuddered expectantly, tightening for the inevitable intrusion.  Katsuyu’s gaze was fixed upon the sealed opening, budging slightly before the tiny, gooey entrance expanded around the cock’s helmet.  She could see her sphincter prying open from the inside; it looked painful, but she didn’t feel it; just blazing excitement!  She shivered with it, keeping her eyes closed to watch her anal virginity be taken.

            Naruto’s mushroom tip went in and… pop!  Sealed beyond its ridge, locked inside.

            “A successful breach.  Well done, Sakura-sama,” the slug congratulated.

            Sakura took the praise.  Maybe she needed all this help, but she made the accomplishment of getting that thick cockhead of his through her tiny hole.

            “Hmph!  You’re not done yet,” shot Tsunade, adding a hand to the small of Naruto’s back to urge him onward.  He couldn’t and wouldn’t argue, slurring his incoherent babble as his inches slid up through Sakura’s resilient hole, squelching through Katsuyu’s slimy deposit.

            Deeper, further, and closer…

            “Oh.  It seems I’ve made a miscalculation.  Forgive me, Tsunade-sama.”

            Tsunade blinked, surprised to hear something could go wrong.  “What is it?”

            “Mmph…!” the slug grunted like something had been stuffed in her mouth; because something had shoved into her mouth; or at least plowed against her pliant face.  Naruto made a noise to this unseen discovery; the spongey blockage that yielded to the head of his dick.  “I seem to—oh!—have underestimated the length to burrow.  I did not wish to lose sight of Sakura-sama’s opening.  Naruto-kun…”  Her head shifted against his to appropriately fit him to the folds of her mouth.  The plump slit of the orifice held him snugly, dripping excess slime around him.  “… has reached me.  He is currently… probing my mouth.”

            “Am I?”  Naruto made a face that wasn’t completely a smile, but was still a smile nonetheless.  “S-Sorry, Katsuyu.”

            “Is it a problem?” asked Tsunade, dismissing Naruto’s blatant delight.

            Sakura, heaving heavily, could feel the summon’s head shake inside her.  “Not at all, as long as Naruto-kun doesn’t mind.  My body can easily absorb any sort of blunt force trauma.”

            Naruto didn’t mind at all.  The soft blockage became something to aim for when he rolled his hips back, allowed full reign of his actions when Tsunade backed away.  “Are you okay, Sakura-chan?” he wheezed with sweat pouring down his face.  His hands gripped her hips for anchorage, and her fingers clawed at his forearms.

            “Y-Yes!” she shouted back, watching his cock conquer from Katsuyu’s perspective.  He pulled back, she watched the walls shiver and try to close, and then he came bulling back in with punishing force.  “F-Fuck!  That-That feels…!  Ah!  SHANNARO!!”  She squirted, knees folding inward with quivering strength.  Not that he needed it with Katsuyu’s abundance, but her gushing excitement provided extra lubricant to the rest of his cock down to the base and balls.

            Naruto’s plump head!  Grinding against the ridges of her sensitive colon, salving them with the slug’s ick before delving into her mouth for more excretions on the way out!  The cock went in, viewed as if it were shoved in Sakura’s own mouth – Instinctively, her jaw dropped and tongfue flattened by muscle memory. – then receded with a new string of slime attached.

            Tsunade gazed from both fronts; an undeserved sense of being a good mentor and Hokage as Sakura writhed with pleasure and Jiraiya’s number one pupil shoving his dick up her ass to plunge straight into a slug’s gaping radula.  After this, Tsunade figured she’d earned a drink!

            While the Hokage stood there, figuratively patting herself on the back, Sakura was trying to maintain her sanity, her breathing turned ragged and panicked, bracing against the frenzied force of Naruto’s thrusts.  He yanked possessively at her waist, drawing her on him as a complete sheath, eyes rolling toward the back of his head with each crash against Katsuyu’s spongy mouth.  A bit of vibrating friction when he went deep in the orifice, but Katsuyu’s thousand tiny teeth caused no painful abrasion; he went on unabated, listening to Sakura’s pants and cursing without and Katsuyu’s pleasant and surprised “Oh”s from within.  What a duality-tebayo!

            A gloved hand pressed to her gut, Sakura physically mapping the sensation of her insides packing.  “I-I can feel it!  I can feel Naruto…!  Pushing inside me!”  A mini-orgasm; a shy little sprinkling from her gaping pussy.

            “How is it?”  Tsunade slid next to her student, an arm encompassing her, a hand wandering down and stroking through the little patch of pubes to probe the pinkette’s pretty, protruding pearl.  Helpless, the girl looked at her master, unable to catch her breath from this new dose of pleasure, fingers padding over her clitoris.  Tsunade did not regard her gaze, instead smirking down at her fingers’ work.  “It isn’t as bad as you thought.”

            “It’s really… warm, Shisho,” Sakura gasped out, trying not to clap her thighs shut around Tsunade’s hand.  “And I-I can feel Katsuyu-san… churning!”

            Tsunade’s grin stretched, her hand roaming more freely, up from Sakura’s pelvis to coddle the small, bouncing breasts.  Massaging and then kneading them; rough, as if trying to bring out their full potential.  Sakura said not a word even if it hurt to have her roused nipples pinched and tugged so passionately.

            “Ughn!  Naruto!  Too hard!” Sakura shouted after Naruto draped over her, thrusting desperately and giving a halfhearted apology.  It may not entirely be hurting her – Katsuyu’s slime doing its work to soothe all torment. – but there was still the aftermath to consider, and Naruto seemed determined to leave her once-prim hole gaping.  The rim was already retired, after initially folding by Naruto’s insertion, now it just held a supple perimeter around Naruto’s girth, expanding and retracting only to suit his needs, twitching as if vaguely remembering how small it had used to be.

            “You shouldn’t be so shy, Naruto,” the Hokage coaxed him, drawing his gaze to her; there was the usual flick to her cleavage that she’d since gotten used to and had come to expect from him.  She presented Sakura’s bust.  “Touch her more.”

            The pace of his hips calmed to a standstill; Katsuyu was allowed a moment’s respite to properly latch onto his tip and absorb the plentiful precum.  “Is that alright-tebayo?” Naruto gulped, feeding Katsuyu a generously full drop of pre.

            “It’d be worse if you didn’t,” cooed the catty blonde cozying up to Sakura.

            Not like he hadn’t felt Sakura-chan up from top to bottom before.  But in the circumstances, her looking so stressed, it always seemed smarter to give her more of a break from his handsy shenanigans.  But if Baa-chan suggested it…

            He filled a palm with Haruno breast fat; lean and supple, yielding to his tighter grabs.  Sakura whined softly, giving him a one-eyed stare now that he’d gone back to pounding her tight little hole.  Actually, neither word properly described her asshole in that moment.  She was spread, gaping, yawning!  Ruined by Naruto’s intensity until medical jutsu revitalized her youthful tightness.  Even inside, seen through the slug’s eyes – when not crowded by the cock – the pink space had just about tripled in width.  Katsuyu’s plump body had adapted to the contours of the colon, but Naruto’s shaft had pushed back the undulating path to make a sleeve.  Sakura was ashamed to close her eyes and see it, but there was no helping it whenever he was casting her to another orgasm.

            “Sakura-chan, you’re amazing-tebayo!”

            “You’re-You’re just saying that because I’m letting you do this to me!” she whined back at him.  The cords in her neck stressed before she exhaled loudly, “There!  Keep going there!”  The pole was angling up, hitting a sensitive ridge with fresh, heavy strokes.  Naruto was at least obedient in this, bracing over her – her hands grasping on his flexing forearms – while he popped his hips upward; short but significant strokes!  Poor Katsuyu-sama took a jab in the eye from the new angle, but acclimated.

            The slug was mashed again and again.  “Naruto-kun seems to be approaching release,” she informed all within the room.  The cock dashed out of her mouth again.  “Yes, I can detect sperm in the emissions.  And the palpitations…”  A pause for the head grinding succulently against her supple body; a good opportunity to measure Naruto’s quickening pulse.  “All indications point to an imminent ejaculation.”

            “Very well.”  Tsunade wrapped an arm around Sakura’s middle, bracing her.  Both glanced up at Naruto.  Yes, from the signs on his face, Tsunade was surprised that he hadn’t already tipped his load into Sakura’s bowels yet.  “Alright, Naruto.  Whenever y are ready, you may cum—”

            Naruto’s explosive shout interrupted her, pushing so deep and hard that Sakura’s whole body was shoved into Tsunade’s lap.

            Sakura tried to fend him off, a hand against his abdomen.  “S-Stop!  Not that deep!  AhhHhhH…!  It’s moving!  He-He’s pushing Katsuyu-san deeper…!”

            “I’ll be alright, Sakura-sama,” Katsuyu said, trying to fit her mouth over Naruto’s tip before…

            Harsh, haphazard gushing, all over Katsuyu’s face.  The stalks withdrew into herself.  Potent cum dashed against the bulk, some feeding the slug, trapped between the blockage and the trembling member.  Naruto’s body ticked, his hips giving happy jogs as his testicles blew out into Sakura’s ass, marinating Katsuyu.  To help and invigorate the fullness of his release, Tsunade took Naruto’s balls in her hand and caressed them with careful amounts of chakra stimulation.  It worked like a charm.  Naruto took in a big gulp of air, grabbing Sakura’s hips to seal her, and drained to the last vestiges of semen.

            Feeling him diminish gave Sakura reason to breathe again.  Falling back with a sigh, arm draped over her brow, her gaze rolled listlessly to the side of the room, taking no real account of anything in particular.  Tsunade’s breasts were amazing pillows.

            So this was the afterglow, the sense of rest and relief of actual sex…  Thank you, Katsuyu-san.  Even with the constant healing, there was still pressure down there; skin and tissue stretched around Naruto’s emptying length.

            She was so hypersensitive to everything now; how tired she was just taking the pounding, the ache in her throat from constant squealing and grunting, sweat glazing down the soft hills of her breasts in gentle trickles while her taut nipples still throbbed from Tsunade’s masterful tweaking, belly full with the subtle undulations of Katsuyu-sama stilling in her colon after taking more than a few healthy, heavy shots of Jinchuriki cum to the face.  Sakura’s eyes were closed.

            She saw…

            Katsuyu’s eyestalks gradually extended from the film of Naruto’s sloshing load, granting the sight to the contracted.

            “How is it?”  Tsunade’s voice was quiet and soothing.  Sakura blinked slowly, seeing her teacher over her; Naruto panting beneath her eyeline, Shizune-senpai… seemingly trying to take a glimpse without seeming eager with those captivated, spherical eyes.

            Sakura swallowed with some difficulty.  Her sphincter rippled around Naruto.  He was still so firm; some lost potency, but…  A little dribble when he shifted; she felt it slide warmly to the bedsheets, staining where Shisho laid at night.

            “It feels so wet…”  Her eyes closed.  “There’s so much.”  Another hard swallow.  To think she hadn’t drowned before!  Naruto staying her in place before, whimpering desperately as he drained down her throat when she could barely keep up.  She’d pinch him and shout after hacking and coughing, the taste so strong and sticky…

            “Should I pull out?”  Naruto looked at Tsunade instead of Sakura.  An inch crawled out with an audible pull.  More of him ran out of her.  He softened his hands on her hips, roaming lazily up her sweat-slick thighs to her knees.

            “Go ahead,” said Tsunade, fingertips feathery as they caressed Sakura’s puckered nipples.

            A small, sudden “Ahh!” slipped from Sakura’s lips when the length started to pull out of her.  She stared down at herself, watching Naruto’s cock appear almost endlessly.  He’d gone so deep with that thing!  And each time she blinked, she saw her insides, stretched out and saturated, the warm cum flowing after Naruto’s withdrawal until it pooled, his head the only part of him inside her now.  She glanced and saw that he was also enthralled by the sight and was reveling the final moments.  He gave a gasp, freeing his dick and a thick trickle of sperm before her hole closed up.

            She felt looser down there; probably aching when Katsuyu-sama’s sedative wore off.  The hole flexed, finally allowed to close, though its convulsions lost more semen.  That was alright.  No use harboring it in this particular extremity, even if the sloshing sensation tickled her walls.

            But he was uncoupled now!  Both he and Sakura could breathe a sigh, share a smile, and say that they had finally done it.  “That was amazing, Sakura-chan,” he gushed with his teeth shining in a row.

            Sakura allowed herself some sincerity and comfort.  “Yeah…”  She closed her legs, sloping them to one side to give Naruto less motivation to tap into the reserves of his stamina.

            But then came a small, worried “Sakura-sama.”

            She couldn’t believe she’d almost forgotten Katsuyu-sama!  Hidden and now comfortable, her presence was almost a part of Sakura, sticking symbiotically in her drenched guts.

            “I’m sorry to trouble you,” said the slug, and she could feel her sifting against her bowels, “but…it seems I’ve incurred some trauma… from Naruto-kun’s impact.”

            “Huh?!  I hurt the slug?!”  Naruto looked aghast.

            “Not to worry, Naruto-kun.  But my mobility is somewhat limited at the moment.  Hm.  Normally, I could cancel the summons, but that may cause some shock to Sakura-sama in our current situation.”

            “Katsuyu-san…”  Sakura swallowed, paling.  “Are you saying… you’re stuck?”

            “I’m afraid so.”  The palpitations of a gelatinous form stirred inside Sakura.  The silence was significant…  Sakura was fearing it when Katsuyu said, “Perhaps if you bear down a little, you can expel me yourself.”

            Sakura would never be able to live it down if she…!

            At once, she saw Tsunade’s face.  Her companion was in need.  There was no negotiating it.  Sakura wanted to think she had a choice in the matter.  She slid off the bed, Naruto making room bedside while retaining rapt interest.  “Sakura-chan?”  He held still.

            Much like using a toilet…  She leaned back, arms stretched across the bed to grasp and wrench at the edge.  Legs indecently open; she saw Shizune tilt from across the room, acting like there was any sense of privacy left to keep.  None at all; Shizune-senpai, whether willingly or not, had seen Sakura’s most intimate recesses.  There wasn’t anything to hide anymore, and Sakura’s only recourse was swiftness.

            Naruto, however, she told not to watch; he did anyway, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

            She took in a shaky breath and at once pushed down.  Her pelvis dropped a little, her wet pussy slobbering onto the floor, adding to the spillage of Naruto’s jizz drizzling and sputtering from her pressured asshole.  After he had beaten it open so thoroughly, she thought – and feared – that it would not close up like before; not so quickly anyway.  But the body primed by a Sannin princess had much more resilience than that.

            The entity in her moved, carried along by the contorting muscles.  Sakura lost a little of her vigor when Katsuyu slipped into the more-enflamed region; the spot where Naruto’s plundering had been harshest.  Katsuyu, carrying a film of healing qualities, felt like a good ointment, like a reassurance that Sakura’s engorged ass wasn’t permanent.

            “Very good, Sakura-sama,” Katsuyu cooed.  “I’ve made it to the exit.  Your recovery seems swift.  Still very tight.  Mm!  There’s still quite a lot of Naruto-kun’s semen inside.”

            Sakura resisted the sudden urge of curiosity to close her eyes and see Katsuyu’s face dunked in the shallows of Naruto’s spunk.  When pushing down, it was hard not to shut them; she looked drunk, out of sorts, eyes rolling up to the back of her head while her lips pulled, her neck straining from the endeavor.  She didn’t want to push too hard…!

            Naruto leaned in, distracting her, and went, “Whoa!  Sakura-chan…!”

            “Quiet!” Sakura shot him down, huffing and losing her focus.  She scowled up at him, and he apologized, standing back a little.  Little distraction from the rigorous erection stretching back up from the thatch of blonde pubic hair.  Sakura glanced warily, thinking of the times Naruto flooded her mouth with jizz or washed her body with it and still asked for another round.  That indomitable stamina of his…

            Splt…

            More from her ass.  Thick, stringy globs of white and the green-tinged mucus secreted by the anal slug.

            “I can see light, Sakura-sama,” the slug said, the way out little more than a pinprick.

            It was right there.  Sakura could feel it; weight pressing down, unstoppable now.  Katsuyu said something – perhaps about involuntary contractions and asking if Sakura was alright – but Sakura didn’t fully hear, her mind buzzing.

            Naruto watching.  Shisho watching.  Senpai watching…

            “Ngh…!”

            She gave that final push and crowned Katsuyu in the outpour.  The head emerged, and with the next push, Katsuyu’s tentacles extended.  Finally free, sighing in the fresh air.  “Well done, Sakura-sama.”

            But the praise was too premature by Sakura’s opinion.  She bit her bottom lip, breathed in through her nose, and pushed, much to Naruto’s amazement.  Katsuyu and discharge dangled, stretching from Sakura’s hole until the majority of her body was loose and…!

            Plop!

            She landed loud in Sakura’s mess and reared her head.  The leftovers of cum fell upon her, but didn’t disrupt the languid shifting of its eyes.  “Whew!  That was quite a journey, Sakura-sama!”  From her view, Sakura loomed like a giant, panting, spreadeagle, her yawning asshole slowly shutting to contain the milky slop within.

            At least she could breathe and finally relax…

            “You did it, Sakura-chan!”  Naruto pumped his fists, snickering congratulatorily like the feat was more than voiding a slug from her insides.

            Sakura didn’t have it in her to reprimand him.  Her strength and fortitude gave out.  She fell forward, hands and knees holding her up, hair draping and heavy with sweat, struggling to catch her labored breath.  She’d never felt so exposed.  Shisho was likely taking an account of her posterior, clinically analyzing.  Senpai was probably in sheer judgment… if she hadn’t passed out from mortification.  It was a surprise she hadn’t given out yet.

            “You did well,” said Tsunade, slipping her legs off the bed, sitting sidesaddle now.  She leaned over, breasts threatening to spill out of her reliable blouse, her hand reaching to let Katsuyu slide into her palm and roost.  “All of you.”  Her eyes went to the two youngsters, to give them proper credit.  Naruto gushed and guffawed a little, hardly thinking that he did anything of paramount magnificence when it was Sakura-chan who had so much stuffed up into her and trained to take things in.  Sakura was well beyond the point of caring for praise.

            I can’t believe I did that…  She just continued to idle on her hands and knees, asshole throbbing, dull pain setting in.

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            It had taken some time for Sakura to gather the courage to get up from the floor.  Naruto had wiped himself clean, his dick shamelessly bobbing up until he pulled his boxers over it.  Tsunade gave him the advice to either wait for it to go away on its own or take it home with him and deal with it himself; Sakura had done enough for him for one day.  He agreed, though his eyes did wander specifically.

            But when Sakura stood up, she was all business; a façade, but she hid her trembling extremities well.  She covered her breasts with her arm and her pubic triangle with her hand.  “Thank you, Shisho, for your instruction and help.”  She gave a formal bow, adding a second for Katsuyu for her role in safety.

            “It was an honor to help you and Naruto-kun safely copulate,” Katsuyu answered.  The eyestalks warbled curiously.  “But if you don’t mind, it might be more prudent to practice more traditional methods.  There are many jutsus to prevent conceiving…”

            Sakura briskly held up a hand, forcing that uncomfortable smile again.  “No thank you,” she quickly declined.  “Naruto and I have already agreed not to go that far.”

            Naruto sulked a little, but agreed with her sentiment.

            “Very well,” said Tsunade, a little snarky to the idea.  “But you’ll have to learn to tolerate this method on your own, Sakura.  Katsuyu was used so that you can take Naruto in at least once.  His size; it’s rare to run into a shinobi so gifted.”

            Hearing Naruto’s snicker follow Shisho’s assessment…  Sakura clicked her tongue, wishing that Shisho wouldn’t give him such a big head.

            She outright missed the very obvious exchange of glances between Tsunade and Naruto, him caught by surprise from her persuasive gesture.

            Shizune briskly stepped in when Sakura’s bra was clipped and her vest zipped up.  “I-I think it’d be a good idea if-if you two went to eat,” she jabbered, producing some pocket money and thrusting it into Naruto’s hand without room for objection.  Tsunade’s face soured on her, but Shizune continued, eager to remove Sakura and Naruto from the premises before any other suggestions or requests could be made.

            “Really?”  Naruto blinked at her dumbly.  He didn’t feel right taking money from her, but profitable missions were rare lately, and if this was an offer…  He beamed at Sakura, waving the bills in assurance.  “Whaddya say, Sakura-chan?!  We can go to Ichiraku!”

            Shizune forced an encouraging laugh while Tsunade sighed out in exasperation.  He really had no clue about women.

            A scornful pout was her initial reply.  Couldn’t he have suggested somewhere more romantic?  Maybe somewhere quieter that she would have liked?  Somewhere that was private and discreet?  A parfait would have suited her better after… after having that in her butt.

            At the same time, she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

            “Fine,” she said nonchalantly, shifting to the door.  She thanked Tsunade, Katsuyu and even Shizune once again for their patience.  Naruto was more casual, waving his hand overhead and saying, “It was way better than I thought this visit was going to be-tebayo!  Hey, wait up, Sakura-chan!”

            Alone together…

            “Well done, Katsuyu.  You may leave now.”

            The slug nodded once, some of the last stains beading off her body.  “As you wish, Tsunade-sama.”  And she was gone in a poof, leaving only a small residue of cum in Tsunade’s hand for her to reflect upon.  Sternly, she held it up for inspection.

            Meanwhile, Shizune breathed loudly and dramatically, hand against her breast to feel her calming heart.  “I can’t believe they’re behaving like this!  Casual sex?!  Tsunade-sama, you should have been more assertive, especially to Sakura-san, and dissuaded this behavior!  If her wish is to save herself for Sasuke, then she shouldn’t…!”  She came up short when the Hokage’s tongue stuck out and dragged through the saturation on her palm.  Naruto’s cum; sticky and thick and – as Katsuyu had told her – packed with raw, musky flavor.

            Tonton was dropped.

            “Aiee~!!”

            Not a reaction that surprised the busty blonde, who turned to her apprentice with a heated look.  “On the bed,” she ordered the flummoxed women right before shedding her blouse; big breasts free and proudly jostled.  “Or you will earn the way of the 100 Spankings Jutsu!”

            “Wha-What?!  No!  Please, Tsunade-sama!  Not that!”

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            Teuchi was always happy to see his best patron show up at any time of day.  He greeted him boisterously and flattered Sakura with the usual compliments of having her join.  Sakura was respectful as usual, trying to seem casual and friendly back, though there was an undeniable wince when she climbed into her seat.

            Teuchi observed the flinch; first impressions of customers always mattered to him.  Strange, thought he.  The stools were recently repadded, but if a tough customer like Sakura was showing discomfort…  He’d track down the bumbling Matsu and the fumbling Nishi in their ramen exile and lash them with a whip for their incompetence and shoddy work.

            Orders placed – “Miso pork with extra pork-tebayo!” and a “Tonkotsu, please.” – and orders served.  While setting down Sakura’s bowl, Ayame couldn’t help a sly look.  “You’re looking rather pleased today, Sakura-san.”

            Sakura tensed.

            Ayame cupped a hand to the side of her mouth, though wasn’t tactful in discretion.  “Could this be a date?”  Behind her, Teuchi guffawed and praised Naruto for finally locking his crush down.

            Gestating, Naruto let out a laugh too.  “W-Well, I guess if you put it that way…!”  But Sakura refuted all of it with an elbow to his ribs.  Probably meant to crack them, but her angle was off.

            “Shut up and eat your ramen.”  She said her thanks over the meal very impassively and began to sup.

            Naruto cradled his bruised side, but held merriment all the same.  “Thank for the food!” he cheered, diving right in.

            At least after the first three minutes of eating in silence, they began to talk while the chefs bustled behind the bar, Teuchi chopping leeks and Ayame making fresh broth.  It wasn’t any meaningful conversation; just Naruto asking whether they had a mission tomorrow or if they’d do some training.  Sakura was vague and unwilling to speak much, but she wasn’t wholly upset; not at him at least.  She squirmed from time to time in her chair, and Naruto picked up on it.  He checked and the Ichiraku old man and nee-chan were engrossed in their own tasks and conversations.

            He leaned over carefully.  “D-Does it hurt?” he asked.

            Halfway to her chopsticks, she stopped.  She stopped and gave him a frown.  How dare he ask that here?  “Naruto,” she whispered back with heating cheeks.  “We can talk about it later.”

            But he was still looking and wasn’t about to look away.  He was worried he’d done her harm…

            His concern was admirable, at least.  “It doesn’t hurt,” she told him, actively stretching out her noodles, procrastinating.  “It just feels”—Her head bowed somewhat—“open.”  Had she just said that?!  She regretted it immediately, pursing her lips, stomach convulsing with feathery feelings.

            She waited for Naruto’s reply.  After a moment, she looked out the corner of her eye to him, seeing him shellshocked before his face gave a big grin.  “Sorry ‘bout that,” he chuckled, seeming satisfied and smug.

            She, on the other hand, was displeased.  Why did she have to tell him?  Why did he have to have such a big dick?  Oh well.  Finish the meal…

            “Hey, hey…”

            “What is it, Naruto?” she snapped quietly, acting like she wanted to get back to eating.  Her appetite was fast fading.

            “We should do it again!”

            Her eye ticked, though she maintained composure.  “No.”

            “After eating.”  He was very earnest about the suggestion.  When she didn’t respond, he persisted, “We can go to my place and…”

            “Knock it off and eat, Naruto!” she said more firmly, eyes flashing at him.  She roped the noodles to her lips.  “We’re done for the night.”

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            “I should have kept them around longer.”  Tsunade-sama didn’t look pleased at all.  Undressed, faint handprints where she’d ordered Shizune to touch and kiss and bite her.  A flawless body, meticulously filled out, impeccable pale complexion, sweat making already-smooth flesh glisten.  Huge, round boulders of flesh above her crossed arms, nipples swollen from Shizune’s energized mouth.  Pussy – adorned with a neatly trimmed strip of platinum blonde curls – was wet, essence seeping down the insides of her thighs, hungrier for cock, but this would do for tonight.  Better Shizune learn not to interfere…

            “Tsu-Tsunade-sama!  Please!”  The younger woman whimpered helplessly, pulling against the living bondages holding at her arms and legs.

            Katsuyu was resummoned; a larger body the size of the bed.  “Not to worry, Shizune-sama,” cooed the slug as her body molded and distorted, her back stretching with long tendrils that wrapped around the naked medic to refute any conscious mobility.  Shizune’s arms were pulled up and back so that two other tentacles could lavish her exposed armpits with their mucus-emitting tips.  The sensation invoked raw embarrassment, Shizune contorting and trying to refuse it while, at the same time, her toes curled.

            The soles of her feet also became a point of interest for Katsuyu’s wandering tentacles, grinding into her comfortable arches, slipping wetly between her toes.  “I will stimulate the most pleasurable spots while also channeling my chakra into you.”  More tentacles began to flounder under Shizune’s raised arms.  Moist tendrils crawled and flopped over her, either finding spots to wrap around and secure, or to grope and grind like at her breasts, tips bothering her erect brownish nipples; like at her thighs and back of her knees; like at her pubic, trekking through her coarse public hair to rub lengthwise against her slit; like at her ass, leaving a wet trail down the crack before the leaking, bulbous head teased the clenching rim.

            “Katsuyu-sma…!”  Shizune writhed again, only her head moving with any significance with the soft coils around her throat; for stability, not strangulation… unless Tsunade gave the word.  “I-I don’t think I can…!  Please let me down, Tsunade-sama!”  She looked imploringly at her mentor, eyes glossy with tears.

            But Tsunade was unmoved, practically shrugging to Shizune’s plight.  “It’s what all medic ninja endure,” she said nonchalantly while a stray tentacle began to wind up her left leg.  A small onset of goosebumps from the light touches approaching her quim.  “Sakura will need to be ready herself.  Naruto is the Jinchuriki of the Kyubi, and a member of the Uzumaki clan.”  Another tentacle hovered toward her face, and she lazily raised a hand to fondle it.  “This would be nothing if he goes on a rampage,” she said with a cruel smirk.

            Shizune could hardly hear now over the jackhammering of her heart resonating all the way to her ears.  Yet another tentacle encroached; an eyestalk this time, dangling just above Shizune’s turned-back head.  The pupil dilated and shrunk.  “If you please, Shizune-sama,” said the giant slug, “could you open your mouth and relax your jaw?”

            Shizune wasn’t allowed any prep time, her eyes bursting wide as the eyestalk jammed into her mouth, down her gullet, and began thrusting like any other eager cock.  More pressure at her anus, and Shizune could see when her eyes closed!

            Hopefully this wouldn’t be relayed to Sakura-san!

            “Ghmph!!”

            “Penetration accomplished, Tsunade-sama!”

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