It has been months. Naruto and Mikoto were still somehow in their honeymoon phase and fucking like rabbits. Sasuke though, has been different, less affectionate, yet somehow hornier? Sakura hasn't been accosted by Naruto since the trip to the resort, which, if she's being honest, means she hasn't had an orgasm since then. Naruto's been too busy with his wife and that Hinata slut to touch her. Not that she was bitter or anything.
You would think that would make her happy and it would if Naruto wasn't such a bastard. Hearing him railing Mikoto every night was affecting her and her husband, her precious little daughter even came up to her asking about the loud noises Grandma and…Grandpa were making. She didn't know how to answer.
All that brings us to today.
Sasuke kissed Sakura on the cheek as he scuffled out from the bedroom, ruffled and sleepy. Like the good little wife, she was, Sakura was already done with breakfast and dreading the rest of her day. That bastard Naruto had the audacity to sit there smugly at the table while sticking his tongue down his wife's throat, this was an everyday event unfortunately. The two newlyweds would sit there, Mikoto in Naruto's lap, tongue kissing until the food was prepared. At least she had her grandfather here with her, who decided to start visiting more frequently.
He was sitting at the table, as stately as ever, though the way his eyes rolled over Sakura's skin like water droplets wasn't respectable in the least. No one ever noticed, it would seem, since people tend to be focused on themselves. He smiled at his great granddaughter, who sat down at the table. He wondered if she was really Sasuke's child... not that Sakura slept around with anyone, she was too pure for such adultery.
Once they had all been seated and Sakura had served them, the grandfather fell silent as Sarada told him stories of her school shenanigans. New scrapes, new tragedies. Another day, another disaster. His eyes strayed to Sakura, who was right next to him. Naruto sat at the head of the table with his wife seated in his lap, he had taken up the role of the man of the household from Sasuke. The grandfather slipped his hand under the table and onto Sakura's bare thigh, as she was wearing a short skirt, and started to rake his fingers over her delicate skin. Sakura, blushing, let him fondle her thigh, her grandfather knew she couldn't scold him, she had grown up looking up to him and still loves her dear grandfather.
He smiled when Sasuke got up to put dishes in the sink. Sarada had left to sit on the couch and read her book and Mikoto and Naruto left to take a shower together before heading out. "You look lovely today, sweet girl." He petted her head once, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his fingers combed her hair, and he tilted her head towards him. "Mmmph." Sakura warned, very quietly. But all the old man did was stare down her shirt. It was a low-cut V-neck, it was indecent, but Sakura wore it to make Sasuke happy. He suddenly put his hand on the back of her neck and started to massage her thigh with his other hand, though it was but seconds before he used two fingers to slowly stroke the sides of her panties. He felt a burst of warmth as Sakura's body reacted, no longer used to that area receiving attention after such a long dry spell.
Sasuke could be heard walking to the table, and so the grandfather ate the last bits of his breakfast as Sakura panted a little. Sasuke gave her a look, and she gave him a hinting smile. They would take Sarada to the school, and then-
"Oh, wait. Can you take her to school?" Sakura asked her grandfather, hastily getting up and going to Sasuke's side. Lust was still in her eyes; she was still that same little minx who had wanted her granddaddy to know that she loved him more than anything. But she knew her place now, though she was still plenty clueless about how love really worked.
It was obvious to Sakura's grandfather what would happen, and so he nodded eagerly. He took a shortcut to the schoolhouse and waved goodbye before they had even gotten through the door. He knew they were safe. He ran, rather, hurried, as fast as his old legs would take him towards Sasuke's house. He slipped in a side door, silent, and simply listened. Within a minute he picked up on the sound of Sakura's flirtatious yet lilting voice, and Sasuke's completely entranced tone. Sakura's raspy begging, that sweet voice that just about no one could say no to. Foreplay, really. The grandfather hurried to their bedroom and hurriedly ducked into the closet. They barreled in about a minute later, already turned on to the point that they immediately stripped off their clothing.
The old man's lips were as dry as the Sahara Desert, but that didn't distract him from the sight in front of him. Nothing everyday could ever distract him now, not even if a hurricane had formed around him and he suddenly had a toothache, no, he wanted to drink this in, and his eyes were seeing every detail with a bit more clarity than usual. Excitement did that to Sakura's grandfather, especially since he was always looking for a small spark to light his seemingly insatiable desire for-
"Mmm…come on Sasuke. Play with your wife. It's been too long" Sakura mewled, her breasts bouncing as Sasuke slowly stuck his tiny cock inside of her. It was about time, he finally did it after an exhausting amount of foreplay to try to get him hard… and failing to be impressive to anyone, including Sakura who had unfortunately become used to Naruto's huge cock. Not to mention she had experienced three large Kumo cocks.
Compared to those four men and Sakura's grandfather, Sasuke's manhood was a small tac next to long and hunky logs, Sakura's grandfather's log hadn't gone rotten yet despite so many years of use. Sakura, though, tried to ignore her husband's inadequacies and pretended to be content to let Sasuke fumble around inside of her.
Her grandfather, who was unabashedly peeping on the two, didn't mind Sasuke's inexperience, as long as Sakura kept moving the way she did and moaning that sweet little moan he loves. His breathing got shorter and shorter as Sakura wiggled her hips, as if to intensify the pleasure. Sakura's mouth dropped and, as she moved to try to get Sasuke deeper into her, her eyes shut and she leaned back slightly, her perfect hourglass figure obvious thanks to the moonlight, which was so bright tonight that you could see absolutely everything. And seeing as how Sakura was naked, the grandfather definitely thanked the moon for cooperating.
Sakura rolled over, following Sasuke's lead. He lay back in a fairly lazy position, but not because he didn't want to have sex, he was used to a woman dominating him. Usually, Sasuke's performance was so poor, or rather, just not anything hot enough for most, that he was now used to his partner taking the reins a bit… or at least doing as she liked on top of him, which was a win for him and for her, as he got the best view in the world and Sakura… well… she was making adorable little moans by now, but there was something underneath the surface that told Sasuke and the hiding grandfather that her blood was boiling and she was absolutely loving it. Upon inspection though, her grandfather noticed that her eyes were closed, was she thinking of someone else perhaps. That had to be it, Sasuke's small cock and inactiveness couldn't be the reason behind her enjoyment.
Sakura was only experiencing pleasure because of how pent up she has been. She hadn't had sex in two whole months, two months was too long after Naruto had gotten her so used to being fucked unconscious. So now, in this moment, her hungry pussy was just happy that it was getting anything shoved into it. And yet that still wasn't enough. Her grandfather was right she was closing her eyes in order to use her imagination to help her along. Sakura was thinking about anything except her husband to help her get off. She thought about Naruto most of all, his gigantic cock ramming in and out of her whenever and wherever, she even imagined Naruto barging into the room and stealing her away from Sasuke just to pound her in front of him. Then her thoughts drifted, she pictured herself being held up above Sasuke's prone and beaten form by the three Kumo men that she gave head too as they rammed her from the front and back. Further and further down the rabbit hole her mind went. Next, she thought of that tall handsome cashier from the grocery store she went to the other day, then she thought about one of her acquaintances from the Konoha 12, Kiba. Then Kiba's larger than average dog, how that dog wolf would mount her like the bitch in heat she was. Any man she found even remotely attractive she imagined fucking her. Even some more animals, horses, dogs, bulls, even pigs. Then the thought of pigs brought her to her best friend, Ino, God, Sakura would bet her house on Ino being good at eating pussy. She even thought about her grandfather, it was odd but what he did earlier and at the funeral was still on her mind.
In the meanwhile, the old man's hand twitched toward the decently big erection that was visible and, thanks to his size, very obvious even with thick pants on. He licked his lips once more and studied Sakura's face with lust in his eyes. Slowly his fingers crept downward. Before he could really even unbuckle his belt, Sakura made a little soft scream of pure pleasure as she bounced on top of Sasuke like a kid on a bouncy ball. Her silky hair swished across her face, which was contorted into a mask of crazed lust. It was beautiful, like a sculpture an artist long ago had made and hidden from other people. It was something rare, a beauty you could only see in the bedroom, and really only with the most beautiful girl, which was Sakura, according to the old man and many admirers of the girl.
Sakura ground her hips further down, trying desperately to swallow more of Sasuke's 1.5-inch cock up into her soft yet tight pussy. In the heat of the moment, Sakura hadn't noticed that Sasuke was already all the way inside of her, or if she did know, she was focusing so intently on whatever had her eyes closed that she didn't care. Sakura was dripping, and they hadn't even done much, really, Sasuke was just lying there and groaning loudly as this young beauty bit her lip and swayed and gyrated on top of him, her hands often in her own hair, gripping the sheets or massaging her own breasts.
The grandfather, hiding shamelessly, was getting turned on alarmingly fast, until his pants felt so hot and tight that he couldn't handle not feeling the pleasure he knew would be so, so intense… his gnarled hand fiddled clumsily with his buckle, but even though his hands shook from age or excitement, he had done this so many times he still got the belt undone faster than most teenage boys would have. He pulled it out, which felt much better. Just having his cock out, so close, really close, too close, to Sakura was making him hornier by the second.
It was completely and stiffly erect, curving out in front of him and almost dripping with anticipation. He was in the closet, peeking through the door that was cracked only a sliver, just enough to show him what he had hidden here for. The bed was close, and luckily Sakura was faced in exactly the right direction, if she had cared to peer into the closet, she would see him, but her granddaddy was so experienced that he still kept enough away from the door to be hidden in shadows.
Luckily, Sasuke was now moaning none too softly, and since it was obvious, he wasn't going to stop, Sakura's grandfather knew that he could also make noises that would be easily muffled out by Sasuke and the closet's walls. But limiting himself, by not making any noise at all, was amping up the lust even more. He tried to start slow, at least, that's what he told himself to do, but didn't even stop his hand from pumping his own cock vigorously. It was pulsing now, but he forced himself to stand still, leaning against the wall of the tiny closet for even better leverage.
Sakura bent over Sasuke, kissing him sloppily and sexily. She nipped his lower lip and sucked on it and ran her tongue across his, none of it affectionate but all of it greedy and seductive. In her heart, she knew Sasuke wasn't good in bed, but in her mind she was being fucked by Naruto's massive cock, God, how good this felt! Not having sex for a while made this so much better.
In fact, Sakura was barely able to stop the name that would crush her husband from leaving her lips, she gritted her teeth, wanting nothing more than to stop Naruto's name from leaving her lips, never feeling as shameful as right then. But to her horror, the shame only made her wetter. Sasuke was also limp, not at all like Naruto's sturdy cock. Thinking of sturdy cocks brought her mind back to the fun her and her grandfather used to have and that his sturdy stick which led to huge, glistening suckers, maybe not suckers… more like sacs of sweetness that she could lick to make her granddaddy groan in delight. She always wanted him to know she loved him, so Sakura happily sucked on his "candy stick" to show him how much she really loved him. She always felt aroused, as well, getting hot between her legs. Now, as she paused from swiveling her hips frantically, she allowed herself to think of her granddaddy, of all the times she sucked his "candy stick" until she got to the sweet cetner, of all the times her granddaddy would massage her legs, which only made her slicken so much that as Sasuke shifted, he felt his cock slip in and out of her as easily as if he had soaked it in lube, especially since his dick was so small.
Amazed, he rolled over, a wave of pleasure coursed through Sakura, and he was on all fours on top of her, her legs spread out so wide that it hurt. Her toes curled into the covers for some kind of grip, because really Sasuke was only concerned with keeping his body propped up, it took all his strength to not to collapse on her and mindlessly fuck her like a… well… like a doll, really, since only the best dolls had features like Sakura, beautiful skin, large eyes, perfect body. Of course, dolls didn't make sound, and they were far less attractive than the girl he had mounted.
Sakura didn't notice Sasuke's trembling body; she was so focused on this new type of heat and indescribable feeling that made her breathing stop. Her legs were propped open, Sasuke's cock jammed into her, and her head lay back almost off the bed. Her breasts bounced erotically, her nipples seemingly hard enough to physically hurt Sasuke, but he obviously didn't mind. His bare chest sometimes brushed her chest when he got a little overwhelmed and lowered himself down. Her nipples raked across his chest, making him moan loudly and clutch the sheets tighter in his hand. His face was actually in her boobs now, as he had shifted to a better position to pound into her faster, not really fast, though, as he was, after all, still Sasuke.
Her grandfather was loving this, Sakura's hair was matted down to her face from her sweat, and her head was all the way back, her eyes still closed and her legs wide enough to form really slanted parallel lines. When she did briefly open her eyes, they were foggy and beautiful from crazed desire, and she rolled her neck and arched her back a lot. Sasuke had taken to sucking on her nipples now, none too skillfully, but it was messy and just barley good enough that it made Sakura hotter, and she cried out. "Mmmn… oh!" She gasped as her orgasm seemed to approach, her hips bucking without her control.
Granddaddy was mercilessly jerking off by now, but if he made so much as a peep, he "punished" himself by moving painfully slow, forcing himself to watch his little goddess of a granddaughter squirm and twist under Sasuke. Soon, however, he just had to climax, he had to go harder. He tightened his grip so much that it almost hurt, but it was such sweet pain, and at an unbelievable speed he teased his own cock, pumping up and down. He was leaning on the wall so heavily while watching Sakura's boobs bouncing, erotically.
Sakura twisted her legs and her body, obviously too aroused to be anything close to still, but Sasuke grabbed her legs, why couldn't she stay still? He did it so he had an easier way to pull his cock in and out of her, hitting a few sweet spots shallow enough that his short manhood could reach. It only made Sakura's climax come closer, as the feeling of domination, if only being held still by her legs, turned her on massively. Her head was thrown back as she screamed sweetly, unable to not make any noise as her pussy wettened and dripped in preparation, her orgasm had finally arrived, and it was going to be long, she was determined.
Cute little Sakura had her mouth open, holding her body as still as possible so that the orgasm would last longer. No sound came out, as she was in that blissful state of rapture and pleasure where one cannot even think. Her body then twitched uncontrollably as she started to come, Sasuke still weakly thrusting into her, he had climaxed very quickly a little while back, his hot juice sliding down into Sakura, the liquid making her shake her head in wonder and wiggle so it would go deeper.
As she came, she felt her own hot arousal mix with his, and as it started to drip, well, pour, out of her in little trickles to stain the silky sheets, she did make noises, strangled ones, short ones, little "ah… ahh…. ahAHHH!" She yelled so loudly it was as if the grandfather, desperately looking for release, felt it in his bones. At the sight of Sakura being pleasured so greatly he increased his hand's speed, if that was possible, and even switched to the other because he had gotten tired. His hands were wet with his own juice, but only as his granddaughter climaxed in the most satisfying way did he come. Surprisingly, he lasted almost as long as Sakura did, his come squirting out of him and his noises of delight loud. Thankfully, Sakura was louder as she relished in one of the very few orgasms her husband has ever given her, even if it was a heavily assisted one.