Sarada had never needed anything in her life like she needed- What?
She throbbed again. Pulsing hot against the hand she held in her underwear. A wide pair, comfortable to sleep in. Good for a bit of a mess- throbbing again against her fingers. Wet pulsing throbs as she thrust into herself in short rhythmic motions. Slowing to a pace in line with the rhythmic, otherwordly, throbbing that drove her. Each push against it was bliss, heaven surrounded on all sides with perfectly comfortable clouds, Naruto fat cock filling every part of her at once-
Thrusting into the throbbing heat she seemed to gush against every perfect three curled-finger thrust. Her thumb tucked against the little bundle of nerves that almost seemed toburn with pleasure at every slight friction. "KAMI-" She stiffled an intense, unwilling, throat-scraping moan. Something she was sure her pliant little cumdumpster of an Auntie would be aptly familiar with. But Sarada lived with her mother. Someone she would never,ever, let hear such a lewd noise.
Suddenly the throbbing became something too intense even for her fervent desperation. Her shlick- shlick -shlicking, and fevered whimpers of imagined dirty talk had reached a fever pitch. Turning into another pillow, the teen drove deep into a place she knew all too well, and moaned her whorish orgasmic bliss out into a pillow where only she and her images Uzumaki lover could hear.
"Slam another load into your cumdumpster..." Some of the words she had heard her once-beloved Auntie shout to her hunky Hokage as he drove himself to the hilt again and again into her. It had enraged her at first, though she didn't know quite why. But more, it had disgusted her. As she sat on the other side of the door, shocked, listening to the two full grown adults couple themselves together at the speed of mach fuck. Which was the only way she had been able to describe it to her team and then her friends the next day.
She had originally sworn them all to secrecy, but as they were soon figuring out, it seemed everyone except for the youngest members of the village, knew far too much about the Hero Hokage's sexual exploits. He was supposedly a 'demon in the sheets', had the stamina of mythical heroes, and was widely known to possess a free pass from Hinata and her poor cock-abused pussy.
Thinking in her post-orgasmic bliss, something she had been working towards for hours now. Incredulously, Sarada only found herself more desperate for release. She was full of longing. No- she wanted to be filled, and she longed for a specific man to keep her fulfilled for the rest of his happy life.
She felt herself squirming against the fingers still inside her quim. Each move of her hips pushed them against something fresh, muscles still tender and loose from her previous orgasm. But her core was still burning hot. Her brow still furrowed with sweat.
A low, nearly guttural, effeminate moan escaped from her throat. It's deep base threatened to escape her pillow, but she had better control than that.
Underwear damp against her hand, she thought about removing them, but decided not. Instead, she thought of her Auntie Ino. The Yamanaka Heiress. A mind-walker that supposedly far surpassed the great Inoichi in skill and technique. A kunoichi's toned body, every fiber attuned for technique and power- slim ankles held easily behind her ears by Naruto's firm hand, a fist thick cock spearing the luscious cheeks of her ass and stretching her backdoor like it was a cockring for the Uzumaki's mighty weapon.
Her wanton moans for more were a war cry. Her arms slapping against his body with her art of war, grabbing him and pulling him deeper, groping for anything rigid she could wrap herself around, seeking out his sharp cheeks so he would dip down and kiss her. His thrusts speeding up as her body contorted closer to a 'C' shape so their lips could meet. Each thrust ripping a shuddering moan from her Aunties full lips. Every single piece of their bodies was made for this act. Fucking.
F-U-C- and 'ING' makes 'KING'. Fucking.
Perhaps, Sarada thought to herself lustily, Uzumaki Naruto turns everyone he fucks into a goddess of beauty. Every act worthy of its own tapestry.
He was a great man after all. A great commander of great men. A great war hero. A great warrior. And a great lover. If even a third of the stories were to be believed. And Sarada believed nearlyall of them. She had seen the man dick down one of the most woman in Sarada's life, possibly on the continent. This was not something she had ever forgotten. Her Sharingan had caught every jealousy imbuing detail.
How the blonde goddess of sex had taken Naruto's cock in her ass when she first interrupted them. It was honestly a moment of beauty. One that Sarada shamefully used,very, often. In her many hours at home, or at the training grounds, furiously going to town on herself until she needed a fresh pair of shorts.
She found her free hand toying against the very same hole. Wondering to herself if Naruto preferred the backdoor. The pulsing against her fingers, soft flesh against soft flesh, was overwhelming once again. This time much faster than previous. And before she knew it two fingers were in her ass. The pain was tight. A ring of overextended muscles clenched against the intruding fingers and she came like an Iwa slut. Abrupt jets of pleasure, something incredible she had never felt before, erupted and her back arched into a rigor or orgasmic bliss. The rings alighting with gentle pain in pulses that matched her quivering womanhood, each pull sending out shockwaves that the other pulsing only seemed to amplify exponentially.
Words tried to fumble out of her mouth but the only thing she could understand was her own begging. Whispered intense begging. Begging for it to continue. For her to be FULL of this. This perfect sensation. Another combined pulse, both sets of fingers flexed and twitched oddly as she explored her dirtiest hole. Another jet of pleasure to join it. Hearing herself gush against her fingers and thighs. A natural lubricant as she feverously began to drive into herself.
The pace was set by Kami, and her ass was sore, but the heat had burgeoned from her stomach and she was finally able to reach it. Her fingers driving deeper and deeper, more and flexed, stretching herself and her knees buckled sideways and she gushed over herself with each matching- throbbing- pulse. Fingers still lighting their fire. She found herself with four fingers in both. Her asshole was so pliant, and yet its stretched bands of muscles throbbed against the pleasurable minstrations. It was nearly perfect.
With a driving thrust they rested against the wall that seperated her holes, the fingers feeling eachother like through a pair of gloves. Still four driving deep into her pussy, and four stationary in her stretched ass. And her moan could not be stopped this time. Gushing was nothing. This was an oceans tide rising against a poorly equipped floodwall.
She spasmed and drove a knee into the wall adjoining her bed. Wood splintered, but she didn't care. In her minds eye, she was full of Naruto, holding his fire in his arms, and driving the heat deep into her core. The hand in her else fell free, replaced by his massive throbbing cock. Before finally, thankfully, the gods answered her prayers. And she was full of his drenching cum.
Sheets and underwear ignorantly soaking wet, Sarada passed out then and there. Four fingers still in her finally satiated pussy, and her others pushed away and forgotten in her bliss.
Her only thoughts were of thick cocks with little tufts of blonde pubes. And of her plans to get it the following night.
She knew what she needed. And she understood where to get it. The only thing she had lacked before was confidence. And after her desperation the previous night, she was willing to do anything for her prize.
The tightest little black dress she could find. Chocho helped her take the seems in around her hips and lower back, bunching the fabric into neat flowing curves that rested well above her waistline. Leaving her almost entirely exposed below her hips, the flowing fabric of her dress short enough to be a skirt that rested just low enough to not expose herself to everyone. Under it was only a thin black thong. Practically a bikini triangle that wrapped around her hips with string. But the string was just wide enough to sort of keep her plump lips from being visible.
It wouldn't matter. She would shunshin to the club, no one would see her except her back as she opened the door.
The soft patch of pubic hair visible above her still throbbing lips felt the breeze of air as she stepped out of her front door and practically stepped into the front door of The Exposed Kunai. A bar known for sexual encounters and its fast-paced pickup scene.
She thought briefly of ordering a drink. A cocktail or something to loosen her up. But she doubted she could get any looser. And besides, her barely repressed sexual tensions kept her inhibitions low enough.
The dance floor was much different to the clubs she had frequented with her friends for their birthdays and gatherings. Tighter, more grinding. Always a few people pressed against you from any side. She likened it to a cloud. Now if only they were all blonde.
On the stage was what looked to be the tail end of one of their famous shows. Some absolute bombshell was getting her guts rearranged on stage by a few incredible slabs of meat. Every muscles was carved from stone, and this woman was built like sex doll. Her ass rolled up with every thrust from the massive spear of cock meat, and the ripples were a hypnotizing sight that seemed to have captured more than a few men and women in the crowd.
What must have been ten inches of cock was thrusting its way past those divine cheeks and spearing her cunt with every divine thrust. She heard the woman gasp and saw her shudder with pleasure at every methodical piston of the dick. Another half-hard cock suddenly slapped against her face, splitting her fat bimbo-esque lips and causing her to moan appreciatively. Lathering her tongue across the hardening cock that somehow rivaled the first dick in size and girth.
The cock was dragged back and forth across her face and Sarada couldn't take her eyes off of the show. The womans hips still rolling against the heated thrusts of the man behind her, one hand propped against a stripper pole, and another pole hardening against her lips. All while she giggle and cooed, moaning like a wanton little slut, lathering the cock with her love and her slobbering tongue.
When suddenly, without warning, the chiseled hand grabbed a handful of pink locks and drive the fat rod straight down her pliant throat, pushing past her every gag and resistance with only more force, until a soft tuft of blonde pubic hair rested against the desperate nose of Sakura Uchiha. Sarada's mothers throat expanded to show every single vein in Naruto's cock like it was harder than steel. His cockhead visible down her throat near her neckline. A true display of chakra elasticity, medical chakra, being a massive cockwhore, and lots of practice.
Naruto, and what Sarada now realized was a clone of himself, both drew back there long cocks and speared into her slutty mother in one clean motion. More gagging and moaning, and trembling occured. Sakura spasmed, supported between two steel cocks embedded balls deep within her holes. Their cocks acting like load bearing poles within her mother, all while Konoha's greatest medical mind, began to spasm and squirt her leaking girlcum from her cock-tightened snatch.
Naruto drew himself back again, and thrusted. Her mother screamed against his cock and spasmed more. Arms flinging outwards, not to push his hips away, but to grab his hairy blonde asscheeks, and drive the cock just a tiny bit deeper down her throat.
Eyes rolling back, Sakura Uchiha couldn't tell what was an orgasm, and what might be her soul leaving her body.
Naruto thrusted again. She screamed and squirmed. Again, and she froze up in pleasure. A rigor mortis of orgasm kept her stiff. Another thrust, another. One more. He picked up the pace now, threatening to break bones and shatter wombs with every thrust. Sakura only soaked herself and the stage further. Now they were thrusting faster, and faster. Soon, they began to thrust to fill her up, and not to break her mind.
She would go from full to empty and full again, her mind having long ago lost anything that wasn't pleasure. Anything that wasn't the two load bearing poles drilling her for pleasure was forgotten. Her eyes had long ago glassed over, and Naruto only continued to use her live a living sex toy. An onahole built to squeeze the cum from his magnificent cock.
Sarada suddenly found herself furious, and horny, and jealous, and... confused. She didn't know what to do know. Her mother was getting the fucking that should have been hers up stage. Her beautiful body on display against the artist of a fuck machine that turned every canvas into a work of the gods.
About to turn to leave, or at least to drink away her sorrows, she suddenly found herself at a loss for leverage. Kunoichi instincts kicked in as a strong hand grabbed her hair and bunched it into a fist. She lashed out but the press of the horny onlookers, and the attackers incredible overwhelming strength made her kicks and elbows useless.
She was summoning her chakra when she felt a log radiating heat between her cheeks. A stonelike body pressed up against her from behind, and his cock was resting against her ass. The incredibly high line of her dress 'skirts' made it so when it rode up, his cloth covered cock was stuck between her fleshy ass. Driving himself forward, he gave himself an assjob. Raising her up with his grip on her head so she came to rest better against the massive piece of meat gaining pleasure from her juicy ass.
His arms moved down, and suddenly the steel hard flesh of a cock was against her. And once again between her ass. Contending with her thong to ride as deeply between her cheeks as possible.
"Kami. I've wanted to drop you on my dick since you walked in on me." The grip on her hair tightened. Threatening to rip some out, but Sarada felt none of it. So overcome was she with surprise and joy that her pent up hormones released themselves all at once.
Naruto lifted her up, so that she was straddling his cock like it was a horse. Poking out from her thighs like her own small cock. But Sarada was too busy squirting against the contact to really notice much of that. So pent up from the show, the shock of her mother, and now this, to contain herself. Naruto only bounced her along the length of his cock. Tip to base she squeaked along, her fluids lubing him up like she was built for it.
"I was built for your dick." She uttered huskily. Naruto only tightened his grip. Letting her ride out the orgasm across his cock, her lips splitting upon the length as she rubbed. Twitching she curled against his chest. Only to have the blonde lift her off his cock. Disappointing gasps and desperate whispered offerings of anything the Hokage could possibly want soon followed.
But she didn't need any of those. Naruto had stuck a thumb down into her pliant ass, holding her up with his left hand and chakra control. Finding it far more pliant than he should have, the hole still slick with her juices and saliva from a quick stretching session before she got dressed tonight. Naruto found no reason not to test this surprising result by just dropping the young Uchiha cockslut asshole first, onto his fat cock.
She yelled, and squirmed, pussy mounting with throbs and pulses of pleasure and pain. The enormous head and first inch had plowed into her ass like a wrecking ball. Only slowing down a bit for the next few inches. But she found herself stuck halfway down the cock. Squirming against him and cumming her brains out.
Something she had never felt before opened, the itch had been scratched, and she could never go back. Quiet screams went silent as she had the orgasm to end all orgasms. Naruto pushing her shoulders down so that more fat cock could push her intenstines out of the way while she shook. Her mouth hung open and she felt Naruto cock finally bottom out into her plush asshole. He whispered something into her ear and she felt his cock throb in time with her.
A thrust broke her. A quick in and out. Every quake and every shudder she heard her juices splatter out and hit the floor or her legs or his pants below them. She didn't care.
Another thrust and her eyes crossed. She came again. A shuddering wave after wave after wave of shuddering.
Another thrust and she fell limp, her asshole finally releasing fully and Naruto began to thrust, and thrust, and thrust.
He came and she cried with joy. He came again, and again. Thrusting her against the press of the crowd as he filled her asshole again and again.
A final thrust and he spewed forth a load so thick she felt it pushing deeper than the other, pushing up and through. Breaking past muscle to create an entirely new sensation.
And Sarada's world went blank.