"Shikamaru, is everything okay between you and Temari?"
It was a leisurely morning in the Nara household. Yoshino Nara was doing dishes while her son finished his breakfast. She wasn't looking at him; she didn't trust herself to do so without blushing furiously after she surprised Temari in the shower earlier.
"Sure."
Everything looked in order between them, but Yoshino had reason for doubt. It had been an accident; a careless act with the fog of sleep still fresh in her mind. It had cleared up fairly quickly though, when Yoshino opened the bathroom door.
"Even in… the bedroom?" She heard him choking on his food. The Nara household had never been a place to discuss such things openly. However, catching her possible daughter-in-law masturbating frantically in the shower while a, for all intents and purposes, healthy young man was available to tend to her needs had been a wake-up call for her.
"W-why would you ask that?" Shikamaru sputtered. He scrambled to his feet, but Yoshino wouldn't let him escape so easily.
"I'm just saying that a man should take care to perform his marital duties diligently. Shikarmaru!" she called, but he had fled the scene already. Distantly she heard the front door close. Yoshino sighed and continued her work. She saw all the best of his father in her son, but in Temari's behavior that morning she had seen the first sign the he had also inherited Shikaku's disinterest in sex. Yoshino would have loved to have more children, if her husband had only been willing to perform as needed. She simply couldn't stand the thought that her boy would doom his future wife to the same barren sex life she had endured in all her years with his father.
Where one woman sighed with resignation, another sighed with relief. Mebuki Haruno sat in her bathroom, fresh out of the shower, looking at a pregnancy test. Only one stripe. She got up and stretched, feeling lighter. The sheets were gone, the test was negative, and her husband had gotten just as much sex as ever since her stint with Naruto; possibly the dumbest, and definitely the most pleasurable thing she'd ever done – and she had gotten away with it.
She basked in the sense of relief as she slipped into her underwear – a matching set of sheer, dark blue silk – but her thoughts kept circling back to Naruto, as they constantly did ever since she had had him. She wanted him again. She had tried thinking about Naruto when her husband was taking his pleasure, but the sensations weren't even comparable. There was no substitute for that young buck and his big, cast-iron cock.
Mebuki wanted it again, and she would approach him as soon as she had seen to it that she wouldn't have to worry about accidental pregnancies anymore. She wiggled into her tight pants, making a mental grocery list, and planned a little detour on her usual route while she was at it. She hadn't bothered with the pill in a long time; did she need a prescription for it? She decided to swing by the hospital and ask Tsunade, from one grown woman to another. There was nothing wrong with a grown woman practicing some family planning after all.
When Naruto woke up with yet another throbbing boner, he would have been upset, except that he slept through most of the morning. Maybe fucking hot, mature women couldn't keep his cock down for long, but it tuckered him out all the same.
"Is there really nothing else you can channel your excess chakra into?"
"Maybe, but relieving this with help from a woman or two feels way better than anything else, doesn't it?" asked the fox in his low grumble.
Naruto shot up. "So you can! Wait, do you feel it when I…?"
"Yeah."
"So you're doing this on purpose?"
"Better than just hanging around inside you," replied Kurama. "Kushina used to keep me entertained constantly, thanks to Minato, so why shouldn't you, now that the war is done with? It's not like you have anything better to do."
The mention of his parents made Naruto uncomfortable again, but he brushed it off. "Could you at least stop giving me perma-boners all the time?" he asked, looking down at his cock, pointing straight at the ceiling. The veins on it were thick and pulsating.
"That's just you not having any self-control," scoffed the Nighttails, "Learn to restrain yourself, if it bothers you so much."
Naruto had half a mind to rant about how heavy his balls felt every morning thanks to Kurama, and how that made concentration, let alone restraint difficult, but he gave it a try anyway. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, he cleared his mind, ignored the hot appendage periodically twitching against his stomach, and pushed away the feeling of his fully loaded testicles.
Surprisingly enough it worked. After an hour or so of meditation, Naruto managed to make his dick grow soft. The stuffy fullness of his balls still scratched at the periphery of his mind, but he ignored it as he took a shower and got dressed. The restrictions of his clothing made the feeling more acute, but he maintain flaccidity all the same.
"What now?" he wondered.
"Go outside. Take a walk," Kurama suggested.
"You just want me to get laid again."
"And you don't?" laughed the fox, "Don't pretend, Naruto. I know how much you enjoyed the last two days." The reference to Mebuki and Tsume almost broke Naruto's tranquility, but he pushed the memories down before they overwhelmed him. Kurama went on saying "Two hot ladies in two days? That's a lucky streak, boy, and one you should take advantage of as long as you can."
Naruto had little to say to that. Even if his cock wasn't trying to rip straight through his pants at the moment, he knew he wanted more sex, so he went.
It was a dangerous game. Naruto had to keep his eyes low; looking at women was borderline unbearable, but even looking at just their feet was enough to shake his resolve. It brought to mind how Mebuki had opened his pants with one foot, how it had pressed down on him, and…
He had to stop, or otherwise get away from the townspeople. He quickly moved with stiff strides, eyes to the ground in front of him. When people called out to the Hero of Konoha, he replied in kind, but never stopped for anything. It was just passed noon, which meant that the streets were dominated by housewives going about their business. After his experiences with Sakura's and Kiba's moms, he couldn't look at those women the same way anymore. He knew they hid stunning bodies under their plain clothes; warm, soft bodies to plow, and bang, and screw, and fuck-
"Just ask one of them, Naruto. No one says no to a hero," Kurama growled.
"Shut up!"
Naruto hurried away from the busy streets. He breathed easier when the crowds thinned out, and after another turn he was almost alone. Relieved, he walked, noting the hospital down the road, where Sakura, Shizune, and Tsunade were. He squeezed his eyes shut as he walked, trying to keep the memories from the hot springs out of his head. He was so preoccupied with maintaining his mental defenses that he didn't notice someone turning a corner ahead of him.
Naruto's eyes flew open to the sight of Mebuki Haruno on the ground in front of him.
"Can't you look where you're- N-Naruto?" she said as color rose in her cheeks.
Her presence shattered his resolve. His mind was flooded with images and impressions; her lingerie, her skin under his fingers, her breasts filling his palms, her ass shaking in front of him, her lustful moaning and the sound of their clashing hips, and more than anything else, the tight, slick warmth between her thighs he craved so much.
Mebuki had landed on her butt – her gorgeous butt! - and quickly picked up groceries that had fallen out of her bag. When she looked up again, her eyes widened and her cheeks flared up bright red. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, shooting and to her feet and looking this way and that.
"W-wha…?"
Then Naruto noticed it. His erection was back in full force, outlining clearly against his orange pants. Thankfully, no one other than Sakura's hot mother was around to notice. She grabbed his hand and led him into an ally. It was cramped and dark; a perfect hiding spot. Naruto could smell her shampoo, which thrilled him even more. Not thinking straight, he reached for Mebuki's rear and gave it a squeeze.
She jumped at his touch, and as she turned Naruto pulled her close. Squeezing his cock against her felt good. "Naruto, what are you- mmh!" she gasped before he kissed her. She was writhing in his grasp, trying to get away, but her tongue still intertwined with his. "Naruto, we can't- mmh!" He groped her ass harder and kissed her neck while grinding his aching cock against her.
Finally, Mebuki put her hands on his shoulders and decidedly pushed him off, against a wall. Both of them were breathing hard; Mebuki was red from ear to ear.
"Naruto, we can't. Not out here anyway."
"Please, Mebuki. It hurts. I need it. I need you," Naruto whispered, feeling miserable.
"Get a hold of yourself. We can't just have sex out here in public," Mebuki said, adding under her breath, "They'd hear me all over the neighborhood." However, Naruto wasn't giving up yet. He pushed, making her the one with her back to the wall, and shoved a hand into her pants. There was the soft, embroidered fabric of her panties, smooth skin, and then the slick heat he craved. Mebuki clasped a hand over her own mouth when Naruto began rubbing her pussy.
"You want it, too, don't you?" he panted, inserting a finger.
"Of course I do." Mebuki sighed, grinding her hips along with his incessant fingers. "Oh, fine!" she spat, suddenly snapped out of it. She shoved Naruto roughly against the wall and squatted down in front of him. Her colored cheeks made her green eyes burn passionately when she looked up at him. At the same time, she fumbled with his pants. "We can't fuck here, now, so I'll take care of this with my mouth."
Naruto's cock was wedged at an odd angle in his pants, so that when Mebuki tugged them down, it swung in from the side, smacking her on the cheek. She looked down the length of it, inhaled deeply, and cussed under her breath. Then she pulled back a little, grasped him with both hands, and kissed his dripping tip. Both of them moaned in pleasure, Naruto because of her lips, Mebuki because of his taste.
With the confidence of performing a familiar task, Mebuki got to sucking. Naruto couldn't help but chuckle as soft lips rolled across his shaft and a hot tongue started lashing his engorged glans. One hand pumped his cock in long stroked while another handled his low-hanging balls with tender care. It was amazing; not only the sensation, but the simple fact that Sakura's mother was giving him head in a dark ally. Anyone could happen upon them, and yet she sucked him off enthusiastically.
As Mebuki bobbed her head harder and faster, causing the spit around her lips to froth, Naruto put a hand on her head and petted her. "What color is your underwear today?" he asked, looking down at her, trying to picture her with fewer clothes on. Mebuki pulled her lips off of him with a pop. The hand stroking him kept moving in the meantime, pumping a steady dribble of pre-cum out of him.
"Don't ask that," she panted. Mebuki got right back to work, taking a dive to suck one of his balls before running her tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip.
"I know it's pretty already. I felt it. What color is it?"
Mebuki paused, lips already parted to admit his cock again. Then she said, "Blue," before getting back to sucking him off.
That was more than enough fodder for Naruto's imagination. The picture of her in blue lingerie was vivid; how her bust perfectly filled out her bra, how her supple crotch was hidden behind thin blue, and how a wedge of it tantalizingly disappeared between her butt cheeks. All the while, Mebuki slurped on him, worshiped him and his massive dick with fire in her eyes, and ever more saliva in her mouth. Everything was hot, and wet, and good.
Next to Konoha's general hospital was the veterinarian hospital. With the sun past its zenith it was time for Hana Inuzuka to go home for the day. Her work had preoccupied her thoroughly, but all thoughts of critters, big and small, and their myriad issues were forgotten when a familiar smell tickled her nose. It was a novel thing yet, having encountered it for the first time the day before, but she recognized it immediately. The thought of it made her blush, but curiosity drove her to follow the scent.
When Hana peered around a corner into a dusky ally, she gasped in shock. There stood the boy her mother had had sex with the day before; Naruto Uzumaki, and squatting before him was Mrs. Haruno of all people, sucking his dick!
Hana tried to calm down, to breathe slowly, but that only riled her up more. The air in the ally was pungent with the same smell she had only detected faintly on her mother. It was Naruto's jizz, its smell strong, and alluring. The white stuff was splattered all over Mebuki's face already while only droplets of it had made it onto her clothes. Judging by the frantic way she sucked Naruto's dick, it probably tasted good, too.
It occurred to Hana that her own mother had probably sucked Naruto off in a similar fashion to Mebuki, but her thoughts were interrupted by a grunt. A hand held Mebuki's head in place, who protested a little. The way Naruto moaned and gasped betrayed what was happening; he was cumming. Hana could only wonder how many times he had already climaxed with Mebuki.
Next to a fallen over grocery bag she squatted, staring wide-eyed at the hero of Konoha as he pumped shot after shot of jizz into her mouth. Her cheeks were swelling, she made some noise, and finally she managed to free herself from his grasp. When Mebuki pulled away from him, Hana got her first good look at Naruto's cock. His equipment was worthy of a hero, to be sure, and so was the amount of semen he produced.
Mebuki's mouth overflowed with the syrupy substance when she came free. She quickly raised her hands to keep any overflow from staining her clothes, but in the meanwhile Naruto just kept firing off ropes, plastering her face and hair with them. It was an unreal spectacle, but one Hana thoroughly enjoyed. She completely understood why her mother had chosen him by that point; there was that prodigious cock, the stunning volume of semen, the apparent stamina of the guy, and that amazing smell…
"Naruto," Mebuki mumbled, still struggling with all the cum Naruto had squirted in her mouth. He had since finished cumming, but her face was still left a sticky mess. "I can't swallow anymore. I'm full! How many times was that? Four?" She lapped cum off of her hands.
"But I'm still hard," Naruto complained.
"I'm sorry, Naruto, but unless you want me to throw up the bellyful of spunk you've pumped into me already, we need to call it quits here."
"We could always-"
"No!" Mebuki interrupted, looking stern, even with jizz smeared all over her face, "Not today, anyway. Another time, I promise."
"Okay," Naruto said, resigned to his unyielding erection. Mebuki pulled out a handkerchief, wiped her face with it, and tossed the ruined cloth away. The soggy thing hit a wall just above a trashcan with a wet squelch and clung to it for a long moment before dropping onto the refuse within. Naruto began squeezing his boner back in his pants, and Hana took the cue to leave.
She hid in the shadows and waited for the odd couple to emerge. First came Naruto, the dent of his persisting erection plain on his pants. Mebuki came out a little later, looking presentable, except for a few spots on her dress. To Hana's nose she may as well have been a beacon, of course; a beacon smelling of sex and sperm and cock. The housewife went on her way, leaving Hana alone with her thoughts. She could have just headed home and pretended she hadn't seen that. What business of hers was it if a local housewife cheated on her husband? However, the wetness between her thighs betrayed her true feelings on the matter. If either of them had had the famed sense of smell of the Inuzuka, they would have smelled a horny bitch a mile against the wind.
Hana stepped out of her hiding spot and looked around. These streets never saw much traffic. She was alone; one way leading home, the other carrying the potent smell of a virile male in search of a partner. She followed that scent.