Ino tried to play the coquettish minx. But the sheer volume of dick laid out long and heavy on her back made her whimper. Torn between her love for her husband, her love for big dicks, and her fear of the beast about to claim her.
Her wedding ring glinted beneath the laser lights. A tender reminder, but a fleeting one. Until Naruto enclosed her decorated hand in his and laced their fingers. She couldn't see it anymore. And vision gave way to feeling.
So much feeling. He was huge inside her! Massive! Gigantic! Twice the size of the biggest men she'd sampled. Her poor pussy squirted pear-sweet juice all over his throbbing rod. Betrayed her wifely sensibilities. To protect her cunt from those abrasive veins. He had to really stuff it inside her. He'd thrown her slit skirt to one side and tore off her lacy white panties like a candy wrapper. Now they hung ruined around her knee.
Ino's toned midsection bulged around the foreign organ. Stretched her latex-like, in a way no other man ever had. Shocked she felt her stomach; her hand found a long bulge running from her distended muff all the way to her fucking ribs. Green eyes half-lidded, she let out a long and throaty moan. On and off again. Silent for short spans where she had to catch her breath. A mighty hand slapped her tight ass. And his thrusts carried her away to heaven.
Vaguely, she heard him say she looked great in this position. That she'd look even better with a big, round bubble butt. And if she ever wanted that…
All she had to do was ask.
While all this unfolded, the last Naruto (arguably the real one), locked red eyes onto his prey. His first crush and the woman he'd spent most of his young life chasing. Anxiety crept into his chest as he sauntered toward her. Hands in his pockets.
When he saw the bartender climb on his bar, he grinned. Yep, his sperm had worked after all. He waited for her head to bob a couple times before he dropped a palm on her shoulder.
"Dirty girl. And you've been calling us pervs."
Sakura almost gagged on his penis. Without warning he burst inside her. And semen trickled from her lips. Stuck like a deer in the headlights, she stared at her first ever suitor. The bartender slumped across his own bar. Head off in space.
"This… This isn't what it looks like! I didn't have the money for a drink—"
"Sh sh. Don't worry. I'm not judging you."
Naruto scooped some white foam from her drink and rubbed it on her lips. "Here, to get the taste out."
Obedient without meaning to, she licked the sperm up. Shudders claimed her whole slender frame. She almost dropped her drink. He caught it for her. Half of it spilled but that was okay. He helped her finish it, pushing up on the inverted cap.
"I'm… I'm not a pervert…" She mumbled, flushed. "You, you know you can't do nothin' to me. I'm drunk. Isillegal..."
"I'm drunk too, Sakura-chan." He supplied.
"Oh, well I guess it's okay then."
Naruto hoisted her like she was made of balsa wood and threw her over one shoulder. Face across his back, she watched the bar retreat and vanish through the crush of naked bodies.
"You've got a great ass you know that?"
Sakura mumbled. "Yeah but that's not what guys go for…"
Naruto sighed. "Still hung up on your breasts?"
"Don't judge me mister horse dick. I'm packing fucking mosquito bites here."
Before their conversation could continue. They were back at the booth. Naruto guided her to gently bend across the table. Face down and ass up. Within seconds her skirt was hiked around her panties were down around her ankles. Ino lay across from her, their lips hovered so close. But Sakura couldn't quite reach her. Even when the clone inside her apexed his thrusts.
Then Naruto impaled her, and her mouth fell open. Eyes rolled back, a silent scream. The first thrust got only half of him inside her. But that was enough to get her where she wanted to be. At long last, her lips finally touched Ino's…
She did not know how long he pounded her neglected slit for. Or how many times she came, Naruto's brutal organ pummeled her through one long high from start to finish. She didn't know mow much he came inside her. Only that it made her tummy bulge a little.
And the morning after, she didn't know why her bras was suddenly so tight.
==0==
Hinata dropped the last two studs on the pile. Jizz-glazed and clothes ripped to shreds, she panted in quasi-spiritual ecstasy. Cock was her religion. Her faith was her libido and her prayers were sloppy blowjobs. A lesser slut would have broken beneath such treatment.
Submitted to the narcotic siren's song of neverending gangbangs. Abandoned her husband to pursue a lifetime of fleshy pleasures.
Hinata was no lesser slut. All this depravity had been a snack to her. An appetizer to whet her tongue and slicken her holes for a superior stud. She rose on shaky legs and wiped her mouth. Cocky grin indelible as always. A pulse of chakra inside her pussy obliterated the sperm built up in there.
"Not bad, boys. But there's only one man who can really scratch my itch."
One of her heels had broken in the orgy, so she kicked them both off. Zombie-like she staggered to the bar. She lay on her side across it and reached behind to find any loose bottles of booze. The pimply bartender (who'd been cowering behind his counter) tried to intervene.
"Hey! You've gotta pay for those." He tried to pry her hand away.
"Fuck off." Hinata rasped and flipped him the bird.
He didn't see the gentle palm strike coming. Hinata hit his solar plexus with her middle finger. Chakra cascaded through his body. Lighting up his pleasure nerves brighter than a streetlight in a lightning storm. Chakra converged on his groin, on his testicles. Energy waves which battered his gonad gravy makers so hard they forced his semen out.
The poor nerd's groin audibly gurgled. He let out a strangled groan and collapsed against the bar. Clutching a wet spot in the crotch of his slacks. He massaged his balls, no doubt badly sore from being so violently voided.
Hinata retrieved the bottles. Fancy champagne you'd reserve for parties. She popped the corks with her thumbs and gargled her mouth clean with a swig from each bottle. Then she dumped the rest over herself. All the caked-on jizz washed away. And she glistened clean under the prismatic rave lights. Hair wet and piercings a-gleam. Ready to get spattered again.
Naruto's eyes met hers across the club. Red locked on to white, and her beast of a husband smiled like some pornographic slasher villain. Hinata matched his sharp canines with her own. Legs spread she leaned on the bar and arched her back. Presented her buffet of breasts and belly to him.
He finished inside Sakura with a grunt and a thick splurt. His first crush let out a flushed, kittenish mew and slumped onto the table. Tummy plumped out ever so slightly from the volume of spunk he'd dumped in her.
Despite being semen-drunk and only half-functional, Tsunade and the twins took over. Lifted and carried her with almost religious reverence. And laid her out next to Ino. All while their master aimed for bigger prey.
Naruto walked across the surface of the table. Dropped off the far end, landed with ease, and strutted over to his wife. Who bit her lip at his coming and spread her bubblegum flower for him.
"Hey, handsome, fancy meeting you here." She rasped.
Naruto's fangs scraped her lips. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't be out at night all alone. Some freak might try to…" His strong hand cupped and hefted her mammoth left breast.
Nowhere near big enough to encompass it, but he still balanced her wobbly flesh on his palm with absolute ease.
"…Take advantage of you." He finished in her ear.
Hinata shuddered and returned the favor. "Maybe I want to be taken advantage of. Maybe my boyfriend can't scratch my itch." She whispered now, told him her filthy secret.
"Honestly? I think he's scared of me. I'm too much woman for him."
He cradled the back of her head. They were close now, so close that he could smell her champagne mouthwash. "Well, sounds like you need somebody to take up the slack."
"Sounds like you're volunteering." Hinata tilted her hips. Her plush purse kissed her husband's handing cock and smooched it long up the shaft. To the root where she dampened his pubes. "Think you're man enough?"
"I'll do my best, especially for a naughty little slut-snack like you." He said, modesty very much false.
"Heh heh, promises promises. Show me what you've got."
They kissed, mouths open and tongues at war. Twining as they battle for dominance. Relished the taste of each other's spit.
Whiskey mingled with champagne. The flavors didn't match up. Naruto felt her tummy kick against him. Milk pearled on his wife's nipples. When the parted for air, a shiny drool line connected their tongues.
"Mine." He kneaded her fat pink nipple. Sweet mother's cream wettened his fingers.
"Mine." Hinata ground her pussy on his shaft. She felt it lurch and rise.
…and rise…
…and rise…
The fat worm slithered up past her folds. She felt every inch and vein grind on her clit as the damn thing rolled out to full erection. Naruto had to pull his hips back to make space for it.
The ruddy apple fist of a head smushed hard between her legs. Sheer erective force lifted her onto her toes. Just like that morning. Except this time there was nothing to protect her.
"Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck!" She bit down on her whine and tried to make it sound tough.
He balanced her whole heavy frame on the arm which cradled her head. Stud muscles put to work, he milked her left gumdrop until it fountained cream. Whiteness slickened his shaft, to ease penetration. One that was done, his face buried in her opposite tit and latched on. He drank from her while he impaled her.
"Ah!<3" Hinata let out a surprisingly girlish gasp. Maternal instincts activated; she pressed his head to her tit and held onto her bad bitch persona for dear life. Following up her sugary whimper with a string of vivid obscenities. Lewd as they were intricate. As if her pussy had reached up through her body and seized control of the speech centers of her brain.
Mad rambles about how he was the best stud ever. That he should break his big dick off and leave it inside her so they never had to stop feeding her this nasty hog. That she loved pushing his cock's limits; penting him up and bloating his fat nuts with sperm. That all this screaming dirty talk was fucking embarrassing and he needed to cram his dick in her mouth to shut her up.