A heavy sigh broke the silence of the dimly lit room, its sole inhabitant shuffling slowly, dragging her bare feet against the smooth wooden floor. Slender arms reached up to pull the dark red curtains closed, leaving the small lamp on the bedside table as the only source of light as the young woman ran her fingers through her short hair, her brow furrowed with frustration and a low groan escaping her lips as she made her sluggish way back towards the middle of her bedroom.
"Why do I do this to myself?"
She thought out loud to herself, her right foot lifting to awkwardly rub at an itch on her left ankle, her head twisting to glance back at her door. Despite the fact that her parents would be away until the weekend, she couldn't help but feel the need to check that her door was locked.
With another long sigh, closing her eyes in quiet concentration, she raised her hands to form the sign with her fingers.
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"Ehh?! You want me to teach you?"
The spiky-headed blond widened his striking blue eyes in surprise, leaning back in his seat as he practically dropped his chopsticks.
"Don't make a big deal of it, Naruto. I just want to learn the one technique, it's not like I'm asking you to replace Kakashi-sensei or anything."
A small chuckle from beside her caused her to cock her eyebrow, her childhood friend raising his hands in defense.
"I know, I know. But it's just not something I'd expect you to ask, I never really thought there'd be anything I could teach you, Sakura."
The pinkette gave a half smile and turned her attention back to her ramen, bringing another mouthful to her lips to slurp up carefully; considerably more dignified than the sloppy way Naruto ate.
"So what is it you want to learn? I'm pretty sure you'd be able to ace the Rasengan if you tried."
He shot her a grin, which admittedly brought her half smile to a subtle grin of her own. Though her eyes remained low, focused on her bowl with a strange, unreadable expression.
"Actually, I thought it might be more useful to learn how to use shadow clones."
It took him a moment, but after what seemed like some intense thinking, Naruto's eyes lit up.
"Oh! I get it, with more of you around, you'd be able to help a bunch more people. That's pretty clever thinking, Sakura."
She looked over at him, the wide grin on his face managed to slightly brighten her own smile. She was never quite sure how he did it, but somehow Naruto was simply able to make her feel better about herself when her self doubts started to rear their ugly heads.
"Yeah, it'd definitely help me be a better medic."
There was something strange about Sakura's tone that made him question if his friend had something else on her mind. But as much as he cared for her well being, he thought it better to leave her be and focus on her request.
"It's not actually as complicated as the scroll made it out to be." Setting down his chopsticks, Naruto turned in his seat to face her. "It doesn't take as much control as the regular clone jutsu, but it takes a lot more chakra."
She wasn't expecting the lessons to begin so soon, but in a way she sort of appreciated his eagerness to teach her.
"Feel the flow of chakra to your hands, visualise the clone, just like a transformation." He closed his eyes, an unusual look of seriousness on his face that Sakura defiinitely wasn't used to seeing. Following his lead, she raised her hands and started to focus her chakra. "The clone is solid, real, it's not just an illusion of you... It is you."
She was starting to feel it, as goofy as Naruto normally was, the way he was speaking made him feel like a genuine shinobi, she felt that lord Jiraiya would be proud if he could see him now.
"Get that image, make it real, then form the sign."
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"Kage bunshin no jutsu!"
In a heavy burst of smoke, Sakura found herself staring down a perfect copy of herself. From her piercing, green eyes, to her shoulder length cherry blossom hair. Smooth, creamy skin and subtle curves, dressed in the same plain red t-shirt and white shorts that she was wearing. The clone raised her arm, a cold hand pressing delicately to her creator's cheek which raised a shy smile from the softly blushing girl, a small step forward and the pair claimed each other's lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Arms tangled with each other to wrap around the other body, the twin girls tilted their heads in opposite directions, their mouths pushing and pulling at each other, wet tongues sliding over moist lips and teeth catching and playfully nipping at rosy flesh.
At the sound of the first breathy moan, the clone took the initiative, her hands sliding down her creator's back to gently grab at the hem of her shirt eliciting a soft gasp as she started to pull up. Pulling back from each other, the pair smiled warmly and began the slow process of carefully undressing their identical partner. In an uncoordinated dance of clumsy steps, the girls made their way towards the bed, their hands wandering as garments began to fall to the floor. Two plain shirts, followed closely by a pair of padded white bras, with a soft thump of bodies against mattress, the two pinkettes fell onto the sheets with a synchronized giggle. Laying back with her clone above, Sakura's cheeks flushed a gentle shade of pink, she'd only been having these sessions of 'self appreciation' for about a month or so, but every time she locked eyes with herself, it somehow felt like the first time again.
The clone shifted, moving to straddle herself with her palms resting against the toned stomach beneath her, fingers spreading out against soft, taut skin which caused the body beneath to shiver.
"You, are beautiful."
The clone's exclamation caused Sakura's face to heat, she heard it every time but such a straightforward compliment was enough to get her blushing.
"You certainly think highly of yourself."
The same corny joke that she always responded with, but it always got both girls giggling. The pair spent several minutes just staring at each other, their eyes following the dip of the throat, the line of the collarbone, slowly trailing down to the subtle mounds adorning their chests. The first few times she'd tried this, Sakura had felt like she were simply looking at herself naked in a mirror, but the more she let herself indulge into the intimacy she could give herself, the more she came to look at her clones as a genuine partner, a beautiful young woman.
Her body trembled under the touch of her copy, thin fingers starting to explore her front, tracing the lines of her abs, the scar near her hip where she had been stabbed in the battle against the Akatsuki, the tender spots under her ribs that caused her to squirm with a girlish giggle at the ticklish feeling. The higher the clone's hands crept, the more her face started to flush and her breath began to catch in her throat. The quiet gasp that escaped her lips when thumbs delicately pressed into the plush mounds of her breasts, pulled the clone's lips into a smile, pushing her weight down as her palms slid up to gently cup the supple curves.
"Ohh.. Oh god..."
Sakura's eyes closed, her back arching gently up into the hands that pressed slow circles over her chest, the sensitive pink nubs which already stood to attention, rolling under the delicate massage. Her body squirmed in the little space she had to move, biting down on her lower lip, the pinkette lightly tossed her head from side to side as she fought back the urge to voice her feelings, her throat starting to sting while tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Unrelenting, the clone spread her fingers out, flexing them before squeezing tenderly at the handfuls of soft flesh, finally forcing a moan through her creator's clenched teeth and a slight buck from her hips.
"You've always been pretty sensitive here, and you make the cutest sounds."
The high pitched squeal of a moan that burst forth from Sakura's lungs when fingers firmly pinched her nipples, caused the clone to shiver in joy as a wide smile spread across her lips. Her resolve shaken, Sakura let go of the cries of pleasure that had been building in her throat, her body twitching and squirming at every pinch, pull, and twist that the clone applied to her hard, pale nubs. With her eyes still firmly shut, Sakura had little warning save from the shifting weight atop her abdomen, before the moist feeling of her copy's tongue traced a feather-light ring around the almost perfect circle of her left areola, prompting a sudden gasp and a trembling moan that melted when plush lips planted tender kisses against the goose-pimpled flesh. One, two, three, she lost count of how many times her nipple was taken by her clone's heavenly kisses, her mind barely even registering through the haze of pleasure, when the attention was swapped to her right; the conjured pinkette working delicately to roll the hardened bud with her tongue, to the blissful sounds of her creator's cries of ecstasy.
It wasn't until she heard a playful giggle arise from her copy, that she realized just how much the attention was actually affecting her. Through the mist of her pleasure, Sakura hadn't even noticed the subtle placement of her clone's knee between her thighs, or how she'd been grinding against it, leaving a noticeable dark patch on the crotch of her shorts. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, even darker than her splayed out hair, and her arm threw itself up to cover her eyes in embarrassment; despite having done much more than this to herself in the past month, something about being caught out by her own arousal felt as if the person she had a crush on had walked in on her touching herself to them.
"Aww, there's no need to be shy, Sakura." The clone's tone was soft, delicate, reassuring. Her hands gliding down the gentle curves on their way to rest on the trembling girl's hips. "I know you love this."
The sudden shift into her own sultry voice caused her eyes to snap open, but there was no time to react as the knee pushed itself firmly between her legs, rubbing up and down to the rhythm of Sakura's squirming hips and desperate moans. She wanted to protest, she wanted to tell her clone that she needed more than this, but no matter how much she tried, the only sounds that left her lips were the long, loud cries of her desire. Her hands reached for the soft shoulders of her copy, gripping tightly to try and pull her attention away from the hot, squirming mess she was creating down below; the response was less than she hoped, as a seductive grin signaled an even harder push and roll into her desperate womanhood, shoving Sakura abruptly over the edge of her need. Her back arching up and her nails digging into the flesh of the clone's shoulders, the pinkette cried out in ecstasy while her body shook in a rigid and uncomfortable way.
Staring up at the plain white ceiling, Sakura rested her the back of her right hand against her forehead. Her body felt hot, her breathing was short and despite how brief the experience had been, her skin was already damp with a thin layer of sweat. Her legs still twitched and her toes curled as the feeling between her legs slowly subsided, her core ached, unsatisfied, still feeling desperate for a genuine release of the tension and desire she'd built up for several weeks. She could feel the pain in her shoulders that she'd caused herself, she'd only learned a few months ago that the experience of a shadow clone transferred to the caster once they dissipated, and quickly discovered that they seemed to lose stability and disappear when she would lose herself in the heat of orgasm.
She let her mind wander, Naruto and Hinata had started dating almost a year ago, to no-one's surprise, what did they do when nobody was looking? Stolen looks? Kisses? ... Touches?
Did he do things to her?
Make her feel good whenever she needed it?
Did he.. make love to her?
Sakura grit her teeth, she hadn't felt like the lovesick jealous type since she was a little girl, but the thought that Hinata had what she didn't drove her beyond frustration, and she wanted to take it for herself.
"Kage bunshin no jutsu!"
Forming the cross sign once more, Sakura looked down at the foot of her bed where her topless form emerged from the thick plume of smoke. Without a word, the new clone knew exactly what to do, raising her hands into the ram sign, she smiled down at her creator.
"Transformation."
Another puff of smoke, and before Sakura's eyes stood her long time friend in all her uncovered glory, blushing deeply and bringing one hand to her ample chest in a display of timidity and uncertainty, the clone played the role perfectly and brought a smirk to Sakura's lips. Pulling herself up to kneel on the bed, she reached one hand out, inviting Hinata to join her, the pale eyes lingered on the palm of Sakura's hand, seemingly wondering if she should let her curiosity get the better of her before reaching with her own trembling fingers to delicately take hold and slide onto the bed. Her form was beautiful, Sakura had seen Hinata naked at the bath house several times and her eyes missed nothing. Her copy was exact to the smallest detail, her shapely curves in all the right places, her long, wavy, dark blue hair that trailed to her lower back, even down to the thick tuft of dark hair nestled above her hidden treasure, and twin moles that sat on the underside of her left breast.
She almost lost herself to the captivating sight of Hinata's body, but it didn't take long for Sakura to remember why she wanted the shy girl here in the first place.
"You've grown into a beautiful woman, Hinata, Naruto is lucky to have you." She smiled, warmly at first, while her hands slowly moved to shift Hinata's hair from her chest, uncovering the wide, inverted nipples atop her sizable globes. "Any man would be lucky to have you, but you chose him..."
Sakura's gaze moved from her friend's chest to her eyes, bright green orbs turning almost dark with envy and frustration.
"What if someone else wanted you?"
Hinata's quiet squeak of confusion was cut off before she could voice anything beyond it, as Sakura lunged at the girl and stole her lips in a rough, one-sided kiss. Her body remaining still at first, it seemed that Hinata's mind took a moment to catch up as she tried to push Sakura away, but the pinkette refused to budge, pushing herself more firmly against her friend's body, causing her to fall back against the sheets as her means of escape vanished. Strong hands pulled Hinata's wrists out to her sides, pinning the struggling girl to her bed as she began to trail firm kisses down her neck, purposely leaving dark hickeys as she went.
"S.. Sakura, please... This isn't like you.."
Hinata's trembling voice didn't faze her, ignoring her friend's protests, Sakura continued to work her neck, smiling against the pale skin as a bite caused her to let slip a short squeal. Feeling the resistance beneath her slowly recede, the pinkette slowly released Hinata's arms and began making slow, more gentle kisses to her collarbone, following the line towards her chest. The sounds of struggling and pained groans were steadily replaced with soft gasps and coos of pleasure, the hands that restrained her now gently sliding down to cup under her heavy mounds, playfully bouncing them in her palms while Hinata's cheeks flushed.
"Sakura... I... This feels.. strange."
Simply smiling into the soft skin, Sakura continued her way down the girl's chest, eventually reaching the plush ring of her left nipple. It had always been something Sakura had found curious, the small indent where normally there would sit that sensitive little bud, she stared intently at the pale pink flesh as her finger began tracing feather-light rings around it, prompting more soft gasps from above as tiny goose pimples rose around it, and the dip slowly gave way to the tender bump rising perfectly in the middle. She smiled gleefully, getting an almost childish enjoyment from watching the way Hinata's body responded to her touch, as well as enjoying the sounds coming from above. Once the nipple reached its full peak, Sakura raised her head just enough to let her tongue drape down, starting to trace those same circles with the moist tip, her eyes locked on her friend's expression as Hinata's eyes closed tight and she began to squirm, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as she seemed to struggle with how much noise she felt she was allowed to make.
As fun as watching the way Hinata tried to restrain herself was, Sakura was starting to tire of playing so nicely, she knew there was a wild side to the timid girl, she just had to let it out. Her lips closed tightly around as much of the wide ring as she could get, and the sudden cry from Hinata's lips only prompted her to push harder, her tongue working rapid, tight circles around the hardened bud, Sakura suckled as hard as she could, almost biting down as she pulled more of the plush skin into her mouth. Her right hand wasn't as gentle as she was before, grabbing a hefty amount of the breast that wasn't being orally abused, and starting to roughly pull and roll it, her squeezing practically popping the nipple out of its hiding place.
"Ahhh! S..Sakura! Please, b-be gentle!"
The pinkette ignored her friend's plea, instead opting to release the hold with her right hand and lightly smack the side of her chest, watching the heavy bounce as she reveled in the cries she let out in response. Almost as if complying with an order Sakura hadn't yet given, Hinata simply lay her head back and continued to let the flow of moans and cries resume, her body feeling tense beneath Sakura's weight as she still gave fleeting moments of resistance.
"This is your own fault, y'know..." Hinata's eyes snapped open, looking down at the frowning girl straddling her legs, down-turned lips slightly bruised from the heavy suckling over her own, even more bruised nipple. "If you weren't always so goddamn afraid, you could've had this a lot sooner. I know you always wanted it, but you were too much of a coward to try and get it."
Sakura's words stung, tears began to form in the corners of Hinata's eyes as her body started to shake once again, no longer was this a game of role play, Sakura was voicing every bit of her frustration onto this copy of the girl she'd grown up with; and in contrast to how kind and gentle she always tried to be with Hinata, It felt good to finally let loose the maddening truth she'd held back for years.
"Why was it you that had the looks? Why was it you that became so desirable?" Sakura's hands dug into Hinata's chest, nails almost cutting into the plush skin that gave way beneath them. "Why was it you, that got her happily ever after... While I got left behind with nobody to love!?"
The outburst of emotion almost had Sakura smashing her fist into Hinata's face, but the look of pain and fear that met her eyes when she looked down steadied her hand. Tears flowed freely from Hinata's eyes, her expression unchanging as she watched the same happen to Sakura, droplets lightly spattering against the reddened marks on Hinata's breasts, her hands falling to rest either side of the girl's shoulders as she slumped over her form, forehead almost meeting forehead as she allowed herself to cry.
It didn't take long before the tears stopped, Sakura's attention being pulled back to the moment as the delicate feeling of Hinata's fingers pressed against her tear-streaked cheek. Her eyes blinked back to reality as her longtime friend helped her escape the darkness of her own mind, staring almost dumbfounded at the trembling girl beneath her as Hinata gave the softest, warmest smile she was able to muster in her still shaken state.
"Sakura.. It's ok." Her voice cracked, betraying the composure she was trying to maintain. "You're feeling lonely, forgotten... If this is what you need to feel better, to feel wanted.. Then I'll do what I can."
Before Sakura could voice her response, Hinata closed the gap between them and claimed her lips in the most tender kiss she'd ever experienced. At the same time, the slightly taller girl raised her arms to gently wrap around the pinkette's body, palms pressing softly against her back, fingers splaying slowly over the dampened skin as she stroked over her form, prompting subtle shivers throughout her slender frame. The simple attention was enough to fuel Sakura's loneliness even more, beginning to sob into Hinata's mouth as her hands took their place on her friend's cheeks, returning the kiss over and over through muffled cries. The world was a void around her, everything that mattered to her right now was centered around this comforting scenario she had created for herself.
Which made her practically choke on her gasp as her shoulders were suddenly grabbed from behind, firm hands pulling her roughly off of Hinata and pushing her down onto her own back. The cushioned landing of the bed wasn't enough to wind her, but the surprise of the motion stopped her in her place, only able to stare up at the person who had grabbed her.
"I.. Ino?"
Standing over her head which now rested just at the edge of her bed, Sakura's childhood friend, Ino Yamanaka, stood tall, stark naked, and with her hands planted proudly on her curvaceous hips. A wide grin on her lips, Ino stared down at the toned body laying beneath her, eyes darting over as much detail as they could before letting out a hearty laugh.
"Hey there, Sakura, what a position I've found you in, eh?"
Sakura came to her senses long enough to try and sit up, but quickly found herself unable to when Hinata's weight pressed down upon her, the shy girl practically launching herself on top of the pinkette's body, chest against voluptuous chest as Hinata pinned her down.
"Hinata?! What are you-?"
"Oh shut it forehead." Ino's sharp tone snapped Sakura's attention back, eyes meeting the blonde's frowning features as Hinata started to softly work her throat with her mouth, pulling a quiet gasp from the pinkette's lips. "You wanted attention, you wanted to feel good, so you're gonna fucking get it."
The weight on her chest pulled back, sliding slightly down her front, Hinata's hands glided slowly over the subtle curve of her breasts, causing Sakura's mouth to pull open with a pleasured sigh. Which became a muffled cry of shock when Ino promptly settled herself on Sakura's face, pushing her well kept womanhood against her longtime friend's lips, wasting no time in starting to slowly grind herself against the struggling pinkette's mouth.
"Mmm... There ya' go, that ought to keep you quiet for a while."
Ino's hands reached down slowly to curl under Sakura's head, her awkward half-squatting position pushing uncomfortably at the edge of the bed while Sakura attempted to wriggle herself into a position where she could at least breathe, her nose poked lightly between the blonde's perfectly toned asscheeks. After taking a moment to catch her breath, the heavy heat burning through her body pushed her to act, her arms rising to wrap firmly around Ino's thighs before running her tongue slowly over the moist slit between her legs.
"Ohh.. Fuck..." Ino's body shuddered, her legs wobbling slightly at the feeling that she hadn't expected so soon. "You really are starved, huh? Don't worry, we're gonna make this fucking heaven for you."
With her best friend currently sitting on her face, Sakura hadn't even thought about the fact that Hinata was still even in the room. Her legs pushed together, trying to rub her thighs in a way that could build some kind of friction between them, until the usually timid girl sitting nearby took hold of her shorts at the waist, slowly sliding them down her strong legs along with the pre-soaked pink panties beneath. Now free of obstruction, Sakura's legs parted slowly, inviting her friend to her delicate, slick flower.
The slow, feather-like touch of Hinata's fingers gliding almost hesitantly over the full length of Sakura's pussy sent a violent shudder through her whole body, in a steady, unfair, teasing way, the constant caresses and rubs that were never quite making full contact with the more sensitive flesh in the middle was maddening. Sakura's hips rocked and squirmed, trying desperately to maneuver into Hinata's touch, but each time the sensation moved with her, keeping her just out of reach and practically crying into Ino's thighs for some kind of release. Ino on the other hand was having a blast, the vibrations from Sakura's voice sending waves of pleasure into her core while the pinkette's tongue frantically pushed its way inside the tight passage, as if trying to earn a reward from the two girls in charge. Ino's hands trembled around Sakura's head, her legs starting to feel like jelly and her breaths coming hard and fast as her friend's relentless tongue-fucking started to wind that coil inside her tighter and tighter, every second pushing her closer to her breaking point, until without warning, she simply let go and let Sakura's head fall against the edge of her mattress.
"H..holy shit.. I wasn't sure I could stop for a second there..." Ino's breathless form slid slowly onto the bed, sitting on her side with her hand propping her up as she took a moment to catch her breath. "Any later than that, and I would've.."
Sakura looked pained at the sudden removal of the heat and taste she had been enamored in, staring over at the blushing blonde who rested her free hand against her thigh, even hot, sweaty, and out of breath, Ino somehow still looked amazing. Before she could say anything to protest Ino's sudden halt, Sakura's voice was stolen from her when the sensation of Hinata's tongue circling her clit forced her to gasp painfully. Ino giggled, watching the toned girl writhe against the sheets while the delicate trail of Hinata's teasing muscle followed the entirety of Sakura's slit, taking in the sounds, scents and taste of the desperately squealing body below.
Every moment felt like heaven and hell at the same time, the sensations tearing through her system were agonizingly good, but the need to have Hinata's tongue, her fingers, anything inside her, to make her feel full, was beyond frustrating. She felt like she might climax at any moment, but at the same time her body wanted more, and refused to let her until it got what it wanted, her voice had degraded into pitiful, tearful cries of pleasure and pain as her mind failed to form the words to get what she wanted.
"I think this, should be more fun."
The words barely even registered in Sakura's head until the loud squeak of surprise and sudden removal of Hinata's tongue forced her to look down her trembling body. Ino knelt beside the flustered, brightly blushing girl who stared unbelieving at the grinning blonde, her hands shielding her rear from whatever Ino had jut done to it. The other girl in question holding tightly onto an armful of toys and items that Sakura definitely didn't own, but knew Ino did. After setting a few of the items down, Ino approached Hinata with one of them, a long, thick, purple, double-ended toy, at least ten inches from end to end, shaped into a pointed tentacle at each, Hinata's face grew hot and she instinctively started to back away, but grabbing hold of one of her legs, the menacingly giggling blonde pulled her closer, until she loomed over the trembling girl on her back.
"What do you say we give her a little break, and have some fun of our own, Hinata?"
She didn't even wait for a reply before she reached down and slid one end of the toy into herself, an audible squelch coming from the depths of Ino's folds that was met with a long, sensual groan from her lips. Below, Hinata swallowed hard, trying to compose herself for what was coming, staring up at the glazed over eyes of her friend, who simply licked her lips as she started moving her hips, using her hand to curve and guide the toy to its intended target. With only a small, reassuring nod of consent, Ino pushed herself down, and the thick tendril pushed into the neat, but sopping wet passage of Hinata's cunny, a loud drawn out cry of ecstasy resounding about the room as Ino's hips pushed all the way down, their pink flesh meeting in a messy kiss while the toy stretched each of them wide. Both girls practically screamed as their bodies took a moment to accustom themselves to the flesh-like invader, until eventually Ino's confidence took over and she began to move, lifting her hips which pulled the toy halfway out of both of them, before she pushed back down with a wet, messy slap of skin against skin.
The pair's bodies writhed against each-other, the sheen of sweat covering their smooth skin causing their breasts to slide and mingle as Ino's humping movements slid her up and down Hinata's front. Their lips claimed each other's hungrily, any semblance of Hinata's shy demeanor was lost to the lust taking over her system as Ino fucked them both against each-other. They could feel the climax rising in the other, Ino's body slamming down against Hinata's to try and finish them both off, until she was forcefully pulled from her shuddering partner by a pair of strong hands. Being thrown from the body beneath her, Ino landed awkwardly on her back near the edge of the bed, the toy slipping free of both girls with a wet pop, leaving Hinata a sweaty, breathless, quivering mess on the sheets.
Ready to yell bloody murder at the obvious culprit for ruining the best sex she'd experienced, Ino's voice was cut off before it could begin by a thick shaft being pushed into her mouth. Gagging slightly as it hit the back of her throat, Ino clenched her eyes shut until her body caught up with the actions and she started to relax. Looking up at the smirking girl looming over her, one hand on the thick strap-on she was currently feeding back and forth into the blonde's steadily accustoming throat. Sakura took a hold of Ino's head, a thick handful of golden hair being gripped between her fingers as she rocked her hips to and fro, watching her best friend take the initiative and start to suck heavily on the realistic rod sliding in and out from between her lips. Her tongue began to peek from her mouth now and then, her eyes closing as she focused only on taking the fleshy toy as deep as she could, soft, gurgled moans forcing their way past the intruding shaft and loud suckling sounds bringing a shiver to Sakura's body.
Eventually the sensation was taken away from Ino, as fast as the toy had entered her mouth, it was pulled free, leaving her panting while she looked up at the dripping head of the faux-cock, her eyes fixated while her body wanted more. She audibly gasped when Sakura lifted herself away from Ino's body, watching her move to kneel between the still trembling Hinata's legs, taking a hold of her hips to pull her closer, and looking the girl in the eyes as she impaled her on the girthy toy. Hinata's voice squealed in delight, any semblance of her shy personality was gone, leaving only a drooling, hungry girl who wrapped her legs tightly around Sakura's waist while the pinkette began to pump heavily into her used pussy. The pair moaned loudly in unison, each thrust of Sakura's hips causing Hinata's hefty breasts to bounce in time, eventually she leaned over the broken girl's body to plant a heavy kiss on her throat, suckling and biting at the pale flesh which caused Hinata's voice to crack, and any words she might've had were now a melted mess of unintelligible sounds.
Pushing the toy deeper into her longtime friend, Sakura could feel that she was getting close, the way Hinata's body was starting to tense and her legs pulling her as close as she could get, it hadn't occurred that she had left her guard down. So when she felt Ino pushing a heavily lubed up second strap-on into her ass, her body stiffened harder than she ever had before, and she cried out loud enough that she was sure the elderly couple across the street would've heard. Tears rolled slowly down her cheeks, but the tender feeling of Ino's hands wrapping slowly around her hips caused her to look back, Ino gave her the warmest smile she'd ever seen her give, her thumbs gently caressed her sides, and without a word she slowly continued to slide into her best friend's tight butt. With a sniffle, and a fullness she'd never experienced before, Sakura slowly began to move again, she looked down at Hinata who's features had softened from the sudden moment of interruption and smiled up at her. Hinata's hands made their way to Sakura's jaw, her thumb rubbing softly at the tear-streaked cheek before carefully pulling her down for a tender kiss, and Sakura returned it eagerly. In a moment more meaningful than any before, Sakura felt herself surrounded by love, she could almost feel the thrusts she was making into Hinata below, she could feel Ino thrusting deeply but carefully into her unused ass, but the warmth from each of them hit her core more than any sexual thing they could do to each-other.
It didn't take much longer before all three girls were breathing heavily and ready to burst, Hinata's arms were wrapped tightly around Sakura's neck, and Ino's were clasped around her midsection, the room filled with loud moans and the heavy slapping of wet skin, each girl was starting to tighten up until eventually...
Hinata came first, her grip around Sakura pulling her head over her shoulder as her fluids spurted from her drooling cunny with each thrust she was given.
Ino was next, her hips slammed wildly into Sakura as she lost control and cried out as much as her stiffening body would allow.
With Hinata's heat below and Ino rapidly pounding into her asshole, Sakura's system was overwhelmed, with all the teasing from before having wound her up more than ever, and the sudden outburst of the others' climaxes, her orgasm was beyond belief. Sparks fired off behind her eyes, forcing her to keep them shut as her muscles went rigid, the feeling tore through her body at a frightening rate, and her hands gripped the sheets either side of Hinata's shoulders until her knuckles turned white.
The sensation broke her focus, and the manifested forms of her two friends, along with the toys they'd conjured, vanished in bursts of smoke.
The full force of three edged out orgasms hit her like a freight train, her eyes snapped open and tears welled up as her body was completely overwhelmed. Nothing in her past, her battles, near death experiences, had felt anything like what her body and mind was trying to process, her skin felt like it was on fire and she was unable to put it out, her insides were twisting to a point where she thought they would simply split open, every muscle was in agony from the tension in her violently writhing form. Her hips lifted from the bed and her voice finally emerged as an agonizing scream, as if she were at death's door, the force of her climax sprayed wildly from her burning womanhood, leaving a mess spread across a lot of her wood floor. Almost as fast as it had hit, it ended, Sakura's body crumpled onto her bed, the last of her orgasm dying out in pitiful spatters onto her sheets.
The exhausted girl lay breathless, in pain, and trembling from the sudden cold of her room, staring up at the ceiling, trying to clear the layers of fog from her mind. She was practically numb from the neck down, her senses taking longer to regain themselves than her steadily clearing vision, she slowly turned her head to her side, hoping in vain to find the equally exhausted forms of her friends laying beside her.
The lonely girl closed her eyes, her weak body curling slowly into a ball as she held her head, her will breaking as she quietly wept in the aftermath of her hopeless desire.