Sakura laughed, bemused, as her daughter shoved the contents of her plate into her mouth. This was her favorite meal, and she was huffing it down. Sakura watched in disbelief as Sarada mowed down the food as if she hadn't eaten in months; in actuality, they had had a hearty breakfast consisting of strips of thickly cut bacon with small heaps of hashbrowns and eggs and toast slathered in butter. A clearing of the throat brought Sakura's attention back to where it rightly belonged, on her poor grandfather.
He'd recently lost the ability to really chew food, as it seemed like his teeth were Tic-Tacs that kept simply falling out. With scant tears in her eyes, Sakura had told the family that she would take care of him, even if that meant having to chew his food down to a pulp, Sakura had never really noticed how little she herself chewed while eating regularly, so it took a lot of her time to actually grind the food down with her molars so that it was mush for her Grandad. Though a few of her cousins had exchanged looks of a secret joke or a sense of knowing, Sakura felt that this was the only reasonable thing to do. If Grandad couldn't eat, he'd die. And she hated thinking of him in one of those bland places where people take their old family members to wait for death.
She would never allow her poor grandad to waste away slowly and painfully.
Sakura put a large mouthful of rice on her tongue, knowing that when she chewed it for a long time, it would take up substantially less room in her mouth. Her grandfather was a bit impatient, but then, Sakura thought sympathetically, she would be too if she had to rely on someone to chew her food for her. Despite the aching of her teeth, she chewed harder and faster. When it was acceptably mushy enough, she carefully leaned over her Grandad and let it drip into his wide-open mouth. Rice was easy, though Sakura soon switched to hash browns, as they were very soft as well, and her grandpa would appreciate variety.
He took her by surprise when, upon getting in position to drop the hash browns into his mouth, the frail old man managed to jerk upwards so that his lips met Sakura's. She saw no problem with such a thing, but she was shocked because he hadn't uttered or given a warning to her. She backed off once done, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and dutifully shoved the next spoonful of food into her mouth. On the next mouthful, he simply stuck his tongue inside of her mouth and seemed to caress her teeth as he very slowly swept the food into his own mouth. Sakura leaned back, blinking a few times before dropping any oddness she had about this. She had almost no qualms, anyway, it was just her grandad. He had always shown her the most love, always showered her with praise and presents, and was always right at her shoulder when she needed a pick-me-up.
Sakura peeked at her grandad's impassive face and let her shoulders relax, though there was barely a twinge of tension to begin with. She turned and wiped her mouth off with a napkin, did the same to her grandfather, and picked up the wooden spoon to continue the routine. Sakura shoved the food in her mouth right as her grandad wiped the perverted smile off his face, and he immediately sagged a bit more and opened his mouth like a baby bird.
A baby bird that was now passionately attacking the mouth that fed him. While Sakura didn't find it odd, the only other witness, Sarada, did. The 10-year-old girl watched as her mother "feed" her great grandpa. She was doing it in a weird way though, they were kissing after each bite. Her mommy did tell her that kisses weren't only for partners but the type of kiss her mom and great grandpa were doing was the same as her granddaddy and grandma share with each other. Grandaddy Naruto told her they were called tongue kisses, it sounded gross, but Sarada knew that it must feel nice since grandma always looked so happy after. If mommy was tongue kissing great grandpa, does that mean tongue kisses aren't only for partners too? Maybe she could get grandaddy Naruto to give her one, blushing bright pink Sarada shook her head and returned to her meal.
Back to the pair across the table, Sakura's grandad let out a relieved sigh of contentment, and Sakura had to turn away for a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes. She appreciated everything he did for her, and though he was the one who seemed grateful, Sakura couldn't have imagined her life without him. She innocently asked him if everything was alright. She had brought him up to his new room and tucked him in, quite literally, so he was snug and warm, and she waited patiently to serve him in any way she could. Sakura couldn't imagine what she would be like at his age, knowing she would soon be… Sakura forced the thought away, because it only brought more tears of love for her grandad.
His "yes" was so soft that Sakura immediately had to shuffle in closer to him, awkwardly and slightly embarrassed, as he sucked in enough breath to gain strength for whatever he was to say. He began to speak, and he seemed rather flustered about it. He stammered out, "Could… you ch-change my, um, my-" But Sakura caught on quickly and just nodded, and he seemed relieved to not have to describe the act in detail. Sakura left to fetch a clean pair of underwear and, just thinking about it, her grandfather started to get a little hard.
But when she came back and peeled back the covers from him, yanking off his pajama bottoms gently, he suddenly stiffened until his cock was straining against his underwear to stand straight into the air. Sakura felt her neck flushing brilliantly red, but she ignored it and put her fingers delicately on the waistband of his underwear. But before anything happened, the old man was insisting on something, begging, actually. He screwed his eyes up tight, making a face of slight pain, he wasn't acting, it was excruciating to have her hands so close but unable to pet him in the way he needed. "It hurts." He whimpered pathetically, turning his head away from her as if ashamed. And there was a hint, for a moment, of shame, but any sort of scruples had abandoned him years ago when it came to the delicate blossom that was Sakura. "Please, can you just, ouch, oh…" His pleas faded away as he grimaced more tightly this time, grinding his teeth together. It really was unbearable.
She timidly pulled down his underwear. She paused, astonished as his erection was freed of the taut fabric and seemed to spring to life in front of her eyes and hands. Without looking at him, it was easier not to, she rubbed it soothingly up and down, noticing that despite his condition as his age ascended, he seemed to be very much active in some activities. But this was her grandad! She banished any traitorous thoughts and cleared her head, allowing her hands to take over as her mind wandered. Sakura tried to ignore her grandfather's little groans of approval or relief or his breathless, raspy state when she did something that was very pleasing.
When she glanced at the clock, she inwardly fretted, it had been almost five minutes! Her legs and shoulders, tired from having to bend over to tend to her grandfather's 'problem', suddenly seemed to scream at her like a real person might. Not words, but with feelings. And so, she sank to the ground, kneeling, but her posture suggested this was only halfheartedly, even as her leg muscles shook and cramped. Sakura was fairly fit, what with keeping up her training and all. And running from chore to chore was a laborious task as well. Yet this, when she was using her hand, was the most tiring.
After another strenuous five minutes (Sakura was sure, she had checked the clock as if waiting for it to verbally signal when she was supposed to finish) her grandad began moving around a little in his bed. This was a very encouraging thing in and of itself, because it had become hard for her grandad to move around as easily as he used to. Now he moved with only a little friction between himself and the air, instead of his joints being jolted and causing him to pause a lot. Right now, he was constant motion. She figured it was a good sign. Sakura was sure that the problem was almost taken care of.
She prematurely stopped for a moment, to give her wrist a break, but her poor grandfather looked so confused at the sudden lack of motion that Sakura took pity on him and resumed jacking him off at once. It was hard to tell if he was getting more excited, because his enthusiasm was leaping from his mouth freely, and sound didn't increase, he was quiet, though loud enough to echo throughout the room. It was the type of noises that changed. At first it had been tiny sighs from the hands that seemed to appease, and then he groaned a bit and more frequently the farther the time stretched.
Even though this was her grandfather, Sakura couldn't help but subconsciously note that he had the second most endurance of any man she had met. How strange! He had more endurance than those Kumo men and they were in there prime.
She got a second's warning, which wasn't nearly enough for her to move out of the way or duck. Then again, Sakura would have just stood and released his cock, and she would've been blasted anyways. White, milky yet sticky liquid erupted from him, and Sakura felt it sink under her clothing until she was soaked with it, drenched was a better word, but this certainly was not water. It wasn't humanly possible, to erupt like a legendary volcano, but it was all very suddenly there, spilling on to the bedsheets. Naruto still out cums him but it was impressive and he definitely cums more than her husband.
For a second or two she made a noise, or rather attempted to, but her face was unrecognizable under a mask of what could've been plaster but was not any earthly sort of clay. Her grandfather rested his head on the pillow, almost instantly asleep, and Sakura was left to clean herself and the floor of all his cum. At least she was spared having to speak to him after that. What could she possibly say? She was sociable to a fault, and so very sweet and lovely that everyone in return either loved her back or hated her when bitten hard by jealously... it happened when wives discovered growing bulges in their husband's trousers as they stared in a mesmerized state at Sakura's impressive ass. It was hard to hate Sakura, because she knew how to segue and to switch subjects if it became uncomfortable for someone. She was sensitive to that. Still, she was at a loss for words, so she fetched cleaning supplies after attempting to wipe most of it off herself but not before her inner slut that Naruto so carefully cultivated peeked out, telling her to taste the facial her grandaddy just gave her.
The last time she tasted cum was when Naruto had made her give him head in the mixed bath at the resort two months ago. As much as she hates him, Naruto's cum always tasted so good, she wondered what her grandaddy's cum tastes like. With that last thought Sakura scooped up a sizeable glob of cum from her cheek, bringing her cum coated fingers to her ruby red lips and slowly inserted her fingers into her mouth. Licking her fingers gave her her first taste of her grandaddy's cum…and she nearly gagged. It was sour, much sourer than Naruto's cum or even the Kumo men she blowed, probably sourer than Sasuke's but she couldn't really remember what his tasted like it had been so long.
Even still, it didn't stop her from going in for seconds and then thirds, she scrapped up every last drop of her precious grandaddy's cum from her face and shoveled it into her mouth savoring every drop of sour old man cum. She didn't like his cum but she was horny and hungry, a sluts gotta eat too.
As Sakura stood there, her grandpa, who she had thought passed out already, lay there only hanging onto consciousness by the intense flow of blood once again pumping up his old large cock. Her grandpa watched with rapt attention as Sakura put on the most erotic display he had witnessed in his long life. His erection once again caused him pain, this time much more severe than his performance that got him to this point. Thinking quickly, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, he then started moaning and groaning, tossing and turning. He put his all into trying to make it as believable as possible, he put up a performance worthy of the big screens praying to whatever lustful God listening that Sakura would take the bait and relieve him once again. This was an extremely rare opportunity for him of a double orgasm, made rarer by his increasingly aging body.
Seeing her grandaddy's distress Sakura spotted the cause, once again he was hard and right after she just made him cum, something Sasuke had never managed to pull off. She was panicked, did he see her eating his cum? She thought he was asleep! "Grandaddy? Grandaddy are you awake?" No answer. Except for his groaning. "If your awake please say something." Again, no answer. "I guess if you really are still asleep…" Sakura mumbled, biting the tip of her finger she slowly made her way back to his bedside. Sinking back down to her knees, she ended up kneeling in the small puddle of cum her grandaddy made. "…you wouldn't mind if your favorite granddaughter got another glass of creamy sour milk." She didn't know why she was acting this slutty or saying these things out loud but at least no one could hear her.
Sakura, for the second time, wrapped her petite and soft hands around her grandaddy's large cock, bring her hands up and down she jerked him off eliciting quiet moans from his "sleeping" form. But like the first time his stamina tired out her arms, after 7 minutes of repetitive up and down motions Sakura decided to do something drastic. She'd reflect on her poor behavior and control later, right now she was holding her fifth largest cock; she was kneeling in a pool of cum that had the volume to account for upwards of ten of her husbands' ejaculations, she had a stomach full of old man cum that craved more and a pussy that was weeping in arousal. She needed this. With no further hesitation Sakura wrapped her lips around her grandaddy's cock drawing out the loudest moan of the night from her grandaddy, her red lip stick marking her progress along his shaft like it had for the other men before him.
She excitedly bobbed her head, at some points taking in his whole length, leaving an erotic red ring around the base of his cock. Sakura's lips briefly left her grandaddy's cock as she repositioned herself, she was now laying on her stomach between his legs. Her ass swaying slightly side to side as she resumed the blow job, she was giving her dear old grandaddy and he resumed his persistent and quiet moans, she licked from his balls up to the tip of his penis then went right back to engulfing his cock in her warm mouth and throat.
After 2 minutes of this Sakura was treated to yet another one of her grandaddy's ejaculations, filling her mouth with rope after rope of cum, less than the first time but still much more than her sex challenged husband. She spent another 3 minutes laying in between his legs, licking and sucking on his slowly softening cock in an effort to clean his dick the fun way. It took her a while, but she now realizes how much she truly loves giving blowjobs, although she should be doing this to her husband, it didn't matter. She realized that no matter who the cock belonged to she'd always be excited to suck a dick, what a slut she'd turned into. 'This is all Naruto's fault.' Sakura thought, getting back to work.
"Good night." He thought happily, watching stealthily as her ass sway when she started to clean his cock of the stubborn cum and lipstick stains by dragging her tongue up and down his cock. "Good luck." He giggled to himself, as she didn't hear, and finally, only when his eyes got as heavy as lead, gave himself to sleep.