Chapter 7 - Sakura Haruno's Stress

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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Tags - Interracial, Netorare, Blowjob, Public, Teasing. 
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It’s been a crazy week for Sakura Haruno, who was beyond stressed having to take care of the Uzumaki kids, or young adults to be specific. Luckily, Boruto was already quite grown at the age of 18, and Himawari was relatively independent, so there wasn’t the need for supervising or teaching, simply allowing them a place to sleep, eat and train meanwhile his family sorted out their ridiculous situation. 


Hinata Hyuuga left the Hokage and the strongest ninja in the world, simply because of her addiction and sexual dependency on black, Kumo cock. The former Raikage was her absolute favorite, viewing him like a treasure hidden in the rough with how absurd and wild her orgasms had gotten. She had transformed into such a depraved, erotic woman that she’d sacrifice anything if it meant that she was able to cum. Sakura somewhat understood the predicament she was in, and worried that Hinata would end up pregnant with how often she and Ay were bumping genitals. 


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Boruto Uzumaki was certainly suffering at the hands of his mother’s rash, nonsensical decision. Angry and resentful at Hinata, blindsided and caught off guard by the announcement. Naruto had never mistreated her as a husband, disregarding his inability to ease her excessively demanding sexual urges. However, if anything remotely plausible came out of the move, was that he was staying at the place of the woman who he’d held a secret attraction towards for the past few years.  As a young man dealing with his hormones, it was admittedly difficult to contain himself around the impossibly thick, lewd and voluptuous Sakura, constantly staring at her ass and impressive chest whenever he could, using it to fuel his nighttime fantasies that he would masturbate furiously to. 


If there was anything she was satisfied with, Sakura was glad that there was another woman staying at the house to accompany both her and Sarada. Although there was a major issue that had been persistently bothering her, after masturbating with her custom made, BBC dildo several times, she hasn’t been able to find the opportunity to use it again with the trouble of adding two new additions to the household. 


What’s more was that her daily life was also affected, with Boruto clinging to her every chance she’d gotten. Any time she was outside in the village, he was tagging along, which hardly stopped the persistent flirting and catcalling that Sakura loved by the community men of Kumo that she’d become so popular with. There were rumours spreading around concerning all of the Konoha ladies that were cockhungry for them, and Sakura was amongst the top that was desired, especially considering that there wasn’t any news that she’d actually surrendered her pussy for use.


This constant attention from both Boruto and the Kumo men, in addition to the inability to relieve her pent up sexual frustration, Sakura had become overly horny and on edge. It certainly didn’t help either that when she sat down and spoke to Hinata about what happened with her and Naruto, and her decision to move in with Ay, that the busty Hyuuga was literally in the middle of getting railed, fucked impossibly hard to the point that the sounds of her cheeks getting clapped echoed in the back of her mind whenever Sakura would think about it. 


“That Hinata…. I can’t believe she really did that to Naruto… Though, I don’t really blame her.. I gotta admit, I’m really jealous… Ay’s cock was soooo fucking big… God, I wish that was me...” thought Sakura, biting her lip just remembering Hinata’s moans and the sound of her skin slapping against Ay’s chiseled, tall muscular hunk of a body. 


It made her so wet, finding herself breathing hard and sweating slightly as there were the thoughts filling her head of just popping a squat and finally putting an end to the hot, unbearable itching forming in her crotch.


Today was Sakura’s day off from work, and if her home wasn’t full with people, then that meant it was time for her to be fucking herself with the black dildo that she hopelessly imagined was the real deal. Currently, the buxom pinkette was wearing nothing but a G-string that essentially disappeared within the crack of her fat, thick marshmallowy ass. Checking out her wardrobe in her walk-in closet with mirrors attached everywhere, providing every possible angle in which one of her black lovers would see her whenever she’d strip herself nearly naked. All of those curves and soft, glamorous flesh needed to stay in top shape, and Sakura was always the fashionable type to always care about her looks from a very young age. 


She felt incredibly proud and content with herself for enchanting and improving on Tsunade’s technique to maintain her downright irresistible figure, claiming the spot as the bustiest and showing off the hugest, firmest, most plump asscheeks in the entire village. Her three sizes were as follows, M-cup breasts that required an appointment to be custom made at 45 inches, an impossibly slim waist of 24 inches, and amongst her most enticing proportions, her crown jewels, an absurd 50 inches of mouthwatering ass meat that was the talk around the entire village when she’d pass by. Combined with her beautiful pink hair and eyepoppingly green eyes, with a pair of glossy full dicksucking lips, Sakura Haruno was practically a sex icon at this point, making the men wonder what sleeping with the literal sex goddess would feel like.


“Now that I think about it… I wanted my body to become like this for Sasuke, didn’t I?...” thought Sakura, who looked around in circles at the mirrored walls, admiring how plump, desirable and luscious her own figure was. 


It seemed like she was wrong, however. While that may have been her original reason for becoming a sexy woman, the purpose has since changed. Just like Hinata, she wasn’t built for Sasuke nor his small, white dick. What she wanted and so desperately craved this entire time was a real man, in other words, big black cock. These were the exact thoughts that ran through her mind as she held onto her most prized possession, the dildo that carried her through the sexless nights, and held it against her body, right above her pussy as she shivered at the thought of how ungodly deep a real one would reach inside of her cumhungry pussy, thinking back at all the varying sizes she’d seen up until this point, stubbornly vowing her loyalty to Sasuke out of love for him as a person, not for his tiny penis. 


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Sometime after Sakura started taking care of the Uzumaki kids…


“H-Huh?!.... What the hell is Boruto doing?...” silently gasped Sakura, who was casually strolling back to her room after washing her hair, sliding the door slightly open before stopping immediately in her tracks upon noticing the young invader doing something he certainly shouldn’t have been doing.


His ninja senses currently were out of whack in the midst of his own little world, holding one of the skimpy, bright pink bras that Sakura wore from out of her drawer, and using it to pump the cum from out of his cock.


Of course, her curiosity led her towards staring at the length of his erection, but Sakura didn’t blush so much as budge from her spot. 


“Just like I thought…. A penis like that wouldn’t be enough for me..” commented Sakura, who once found that Boruto’s meat was impressive, especially given his younger age. Now, after everything she’s experienced, witnessed, and heard of. Boruto’s penis merely looked pathetic, small, skinny, insignificant, and white. His strokes could hardly cover the ground that she would’ve made with a massive, black cock. Where he’d stop at the top would hardly reach the halfway point of some of the poles of dark meat she’d encountered thus far. It didn’t matter if they were the same age as Boruto, elderly, or her own age. The men of Kumo were far, far superior in that regard, it didn’t even come remotely close, in fact, they didn’t belong in the same conversation whatsoever. 


“Ooooh, Auntie!~....” moaned Boruto, who was unaware of the demeaning comments that his longtime crush was making about him, with the door of the room closing as was his chance of ever sleeping with the hot, pink haired slut that was on the verge of surrendering herself like Hinata.


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Back to the present…


It was unhealthy to trap herself inside the house doing nothing but being consumed by her inner desires and thoughts, leaving Sakura stressed as she sighed heavily and cautiously picked out one of the many outfits she’d acquired in the closet. 


“I need to go shopping or something to keep my mind off of this…. If I’m not careful, I honestly might end up like Hinata… Ah, what’s going to happen to me?... I want it so bad though… Oh, my…. Just remembering the look on Temari’s face…. Ah, no good!~... I need to get out of the house right now before I go crazy!...” thought Sakura as she shook her head, trying to shake the perverted thoughts and lingering horniness from her mind.


The dress that she ultimately decided was fit for the day was a beige coloured top with a golden zipper running down the middle, unable to handle the sizable mammaries that were compressed and squished against her thin clothing. Finding less of a need to wear them with each passing day, Sakura didn’t bother wearing a bra, with her perky nipple visible through the tightness that was constricting her top. Paired with a square patterned skirt that really clung to her thin waist, and did a wonderful job of highlighting her many curves, Sakura was dressed for success. Content with her appearance after performing a few twirls around the mirror, and lifting up the back of her shirt to make sure that it was short enough to give her many admirers some teasing glances, Sakura’s smile was beaming as she exited the room. 


If it wasn’t obvious enough, Sakura adored male attention. Perhaps not very much from her fellow villagers of Konoha, but certainly from the horny Kumo men who tried day in and day out to fuck her. After all, she was the most resistant out of the other wives. 


Walking downstairs while humming a pleasant tune to herself, Boruto was in the middle of eating lunch on the kitchen table, where he nearly spat out his water with his jaw literally dropping at the sight that was his beautiful, erotic aunt. 


“A-Auntie Sakura?!...” he yelled.


“U-Um, yes, Boruto?... What is it?...” she responded, fully aware that in his mind, she wasn’t just an ordinary aunt. 


“Where are you going?...” he nervously asked, worried that she might’ve had a date or something with the way she was showing herself off.


“I’m just going out to do some shopping, that’s all.” responded Sakura, looking at herself in a mirror to ensure that her makeup was done properly along with her hair.


“Oh, really?!... C-Can I come?...” replied a riled up Boruto, who found himself the chance to see his beloved aunt wear new, exposing outfits. Certainly planning on burning the sight into his mind, and then beating off to it during the dead hours of the night. 


“Huh?... Ah, I don’t know, Boruto… I’m just going to buy some clothes, nothing special…” muttered Sakura, who was fearful that he was going to get in the way with her daily interactions with the fine, Kumo gentlemen hanging out in the streets. 
“Please!... I promise, I won’t get in your way!.. I just want to make sure you’re safe, and stuff… I want to thank you for taking care of me in my mother’s place!..” begged Boruto, certainly showing some persistence. 


“Ugh, Boruto.. I don’t kno-”


“Please, please, please!...”


“F-Fine… You can tag along with me…” she sighed, as his response was the complete opposite, eyes glimmering with hope as he propped up in his seat.


Yet again, Sakura found herself hindered by the youthful Uzumaki, apparently having a crush on her during their younger days in the family, she thought.


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Later, outside…


Boruto would be lying if he claimed that he wasn’t nervous at all, frequently blushing and averting his gaze whenever Sakura would look back at him for some brief chatter. However, their conversations completely broke down when they approached the bustling crowds of the Konoha Village. He walked a few steps behind her, not because he didn’t want to be seen with her, but it was to pervertedly ogle her juicy ass jiggling no matter what type of clothing that she chose to wear.
 
“Oh, Sakura!.. I haven’t seen you for a couple days!..”


“Ah!~...I know, I’ve been busy lately.. I’m soo glad to see you~...” purred Sakura, with the change of tone in her voice catching Boruto off guard, as he skeptically watched as his aunt approached the unfamiliar Kumo man and embraced him tightly, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.


“Huh?... Who’s that?... An old friend or something?... Still, isn’t this hug getting a little too long?...” thought Boruto, who nearly gasped when he noticed the Kumo man’s hand resting right above her butt, a vein popping in the side of his head as he admittedly grew a little irritated.


When they finally broke off, Sakura stared into his eyes as if there was something that she wanted to say, something she could only announce if there were nobody else around. There were a few moments of silence as they wouldn’t separate, perhaps contemplating whether or not doing this in public, in front of Boruto, was appropriate. Begrudgingly, Sakura refused to give in, taking a step back and waving the man goodbye as Boruto stood there confused as to what had just occurred. 


It didn’t end with a single man either, on numerous occasions did the Kumo refugees holler and catcall at the busty lady.


“Your ass is looking as fat as ever, Sakura!~..” 
“Did you tits get bigger since the last time I saw you?..” 


Teasing comments of this nature were frequent, and Boruto heard it all. Sakura’s reactions and responses were nothing like he’d imagine, this type of behaviour would have warranted a karate chop sending them through an entire building. And yet, it looked like she was actually enjoying all of the things they were saying. She acted so familiar with all of the Kumo men, noticing the trend as it wasn’t any other ordinary villagers that were approaching her. 


It didn’t even matter if they were an old geezer either, with Sakura lunging into his arms upon being called over. Little to Boruto’s knowledge, it was one of the men at the showers that was nearly on the verge of stealing Hinata’s dirty cunt. As such, they shared quite the close relationship. So much so that he casually tried to kiss her on the lips when they hugged, with Sakura dodging it and having the man’s slightly dried and chapped lips land on her cheek. 


“W-What?!..” 


Boruto could put up with the hugging, and bewildered by the comments, but this form of intimacy was definitely pushing the edge. He’d never even seen Sasuke do that to Sakura, much less a random old man that he’d never seen in his entire time living in Konoha. It didn’t end with just that peck on the cheek either, they were so close that the next one nearly landed, and Sakura quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking before swiftly bumping their puckered lips together and giggling before pushing away by the chest. Boruto couldn’t hear what they were saying, distracted by his own anger and jealousy, until he saw Sakura’s butt jiggle from being slapped by the old man as she walked by, making her yelp in surprise and embarrassingly covering her bottoms with both of her hands, playfully scolding him for doing such a thing in public.


“Auntie is famous for her hot tempered and aggressive attitude, isn’t she?... Then why is she letting these guys get away with doing all of these things to her?... D-Didn’t she kiss him just now, or was my eyes playing tricks on me?..” thought Boruto, who was unsure how to even question Sakura about such a topic. 


In fact, she’d essentially forgotten that he was tagging along behind her this entire time. Showing the difference in terms of how physically attracted she was in terms of her preferences of men. It showed in her mannerisms as well, energized and gushing from being spoiled and desired, something that was absent in her borderline toxic relationship with Sasuke. Walking with an extra, purposeful sway to her hips, as Boruto’s eyes followed the sideways movement, wishing that he could’ve mustered the courage like that old man and spanked her butt, wondering if there would be any repercussions.


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At the shop…


The two finally reach the shop, with Sakura entering with a joyous expression on her face, meanwhile Boruto was still rather quiet and keeping to himself after witnessing all of those lucky, Kumo men grope the woman he’d secretly sought after for so long. He waited around while he was absorbed in his own thoughts, figuring out when, where and how did Sakura meet with these men. What relationship they shared, everything. He tried to consider every fine detail, because none of it made sense. The same thing applied to Hinata, as well. All of the sudden she didn’t love Naruto anymore, and ran off with the former Raikage, Ay. In fact, he couldn’t recall a single instance where they’ve even been seen talking together before. Something was happening in Konoha, ever since the entire Kumogakure refugee plan began, relationships had been breaking down left right and center. If he recalled correctly, some of his friends even griped about how their parents had been fighting, or conflicts had arised. 


“No way… Is that going to happen with Auntie Sakura and Uncle Sasuke too?...”


“I’ve picked out some of our most special outfits for you today, Miss Sakura!.. I hope you like them… Hinata and Tsunade are also some of our most frequent customers, and it’s safe to say that only you three share that womanly figure… Please let me know what you think.” said the old lady shopkeeper that handed Sakura a couple dresses to try out.


“Thank you so much!~.. I’ll be right back then… Come on, Boruto, follow me!... Let me know what you think, it’ll help to have a boys opinion, after all.” she teased, beckoning Boruto to follow her as he was standing idly in the corner.


He snapped awake as he nodded his head in compliance, blushing slightly at the notion of visiting a clothing store with who he believed was the hottest in the village. 


“S-Sure, I’ll be right there..” he muttered.


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A couple minutes later…


Boruto felt like he was attending a fashion show, with how luxurious and yet enticingly sexy the dresses were. Sakura was so gorgeous in his eyes that she’d make anything look great, but it was almost unfair how every combination looked perfect on her hourglass, thick figure. He was struggling to find words to describe how she looked that weren’t entirely perverted, pausing for a couple moments each time she’d walk out with a different style that glued his eyes to her every fine detail. Those juicy thighs, slender legs, thin waist, womanly hips, godly bust, and the roundest ass he’d ever seen. Being a man himself, of course Boruto would hear the comments made about his mother, or the woman formerly believed to be the sexiest in Tsunade, but in his eyes, the cream of the crop had always been Sakura, especially after the changes to her body that she underwent. 


“T-This isn’t healthy for a man my age, you know?!...” thought Boruto, who was nervously wracking his brain to find a proper way to hide his erection without drawing any attention. Unfortunately for him, the way he was crossing his legs and placing his hands over his crotch wasn’t the correct answer, a dead giveaway as Sakura noticed the predicament he was in and had some fun with it. 


The pinkette knew how much of a hot commodity she was, knowing fully well what areas of her body that most men ogled. Sakura was rather picky when it came to clothing, but the two-piece, skin colored dress took the cake. The top left her shoulders completely exposed, leaving her back equally naked with only sleeves starting from around the top of her chest area and down to her wrists. It wasn’t loose at all, tight-fitting and leaving no room for imagination when it came to her juicy assets. That impossible fat, delicious rump was certainly out of control in terms of the enticing jiggling, and her nipples were poking out the front with her cleavage more than exposed due to the shape of her breasts. 


“Hmm, do you think this dress is a little tight around my butt, Boruto?..” asked Sakura, turning around and sticking her ass out and shaking it up and down, nearly causing the poor young man to pass out from the sight as his erection throbbed and formed a tent in the front of his pants which he hopelessly tried to conceal. 


“I-It’s great, really sexy!.. I mean, um-, ah, I-I don’t know what to say!.. Auntie, you look fabulous… I-I don’t think it’s too tight around your um- butt either… It looks really big and-.. .Ah, what am I saying?!...” stuttered Boruto, who was too embarrassed to speak properly, making Sakura laugh as she stopped teasing him with the slight twerking of her ass. 


“Damn!.. I love that outfit…. It shows off everything that’s hot about Auntie’s body… When I get home, I’m definitely going to jerk off to this!...” he thought.


“Hahaha, thanks Boruto!.. I like it too!.. I’m going to go pay for it now, then.. You can wait at the front of the store for me..” said Sakura while waving goodbye.


“Yeah, no problem…” he muttered, in a trance.


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“I’m back, sorry to keep you waiting, Boruto!” said Sakura, clearly in a good mood, something Boruto was going to comment about until his eyes widened upon seeing the ludicrous bouncing of her tits and ass from merely taking a few steps. 


“S-She’s going to wear that dress now?!..” thought Boruto, troubled due to the fact that it was one of the many reasons he was sporting the hardest boner of his life, which was getting increasingly difficult to walk around with. 


Sakura hid the playful smile on her face before grabbing onto the young man’s arm and purposefully pressing her erotic body against him, making Boruto gasp in surprise. 


“Woow, you’ve really gotten muscular, haven’t you Boruto?.. That training every day is really paying off.” commented Sakura, teasing him by speaking a little too close to his ear, evidently seeing the hardness at the front of his pants as she smothered his biceps into her cleavage.


“S-So soft!~.. And so warm!~.. T-This is, Sakura’s tits!... T-They’re squeezing me in!... And she smells soooo good!...”


The jerk off material had increased twice fold over the course of the past few hours, and Boruto was unsure of how he was going to make it out. 


“I’m a bit hungry, Boruto… Say, since I’m already all dressed up and everything, wanna take me out to lunch?... Hmm, we could call it a little date~..” teased Sakura, playfully sending him a wink and blowing him a kiss, making Boruto’s heart skip a beat as she played him like a fiddle in her hands.


“A-A date?!... O-Okay, sure!... I know a restaurant that me and my Dad always go to…”


“Anywhere is fine, let’s go, Boruto!.. Lead the way for me.” 


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A couple minutes later…


Boruto felt as if he were the luckiest man on earth, walking side to side with the Sakura Haruno. A member of the Legendary Team Seven along with her father, and the sexiest woman on the planet. In fact, he was experiencing a surge of confidence from the way she was casually holding onto his arm, oblivious to the fact that none of this really meant anything, and the pink buxom was merely finding a way to kill her boredom, having a little fun with the young virgin. 


“I wonder if she’d let me touch her like those Kumo guys did…” the thought crossed Boruto’s mind, and just as he was about to wrap his arm around her waist and swoop in for the kill, Sakura’s plush, warm body moved away from him, a look of disappointment on his face as he looked towards the distracted pinkette.


“E-Eh?...” 


Sakura’s face lit up the moment she crossed paths with an unfamiliar, elder Kumo man. He looked strikingly similar to the one that slapped her ass earlier, perhaps the most troublesome person they’d encountered until now. Boruto took a step back and folded his arms, waiting impatiently while Sakura seemed to chatter up a storm. 


The reason was quite straightforward and simple, it wasn’t any other old man from Kumo she was talking to, it was one of the most hung black cock that she helped wash in the showers. Another person that helped her become the BBC cumslut that she was today. 


“Oh, who’s this?... It’s nice to meet you, I must say you don’t look anything like your beautiful sister at all!..” joked the old man, most likely referencing how Sakura looks significantly younger for her age. 


It didn’t seem funny at all to Boruto, who seemed to hold a grudge towards all the men that Sakura was fawning over, in broad daylight too. 


“Ah, shit!... I forgot the receipt back at the clothing store… I should go grab it..” suddenly spoke Sakura, searching her purse and just now realizing her mistake.
“Would you like me to keep you company, Sakura?~..” asked the old man, figuring that he had nothing better to do for the rest of the day, and simply standing near the matured, hot lady of Konoha was revitalizing the stiffness in his ancient, black cock. The bulge already visible from his baggy robes. 


“Yes, yes!~... Come along!.. Um, Boruto… If you don’t mind, could you wait here?.. It won’t take very long, trust me!..” said Sakura, patting him on the head as if he actually were her younger sibling, the treatment slightly angering Boruto but also making him happy at the same time.


“A-Alright, then.. I’ll be waiting here..” he responded.


“Great!~.. Okay, let’s go!..” cheered Sakura, placing her arm around the skinny old man’s neck and shoulders, with Boruto gripping his fist when he watched his hand descend from her exposed naked back to possessively clutch more than a handful of pure assmeat, not even a sign of complaint, accepting his perverted touch that made Boruto resentful. 


“What hell is that about?.. No matter how you look at it, this isn’t normal, right?.. Is Uncle Sasuke aware of the way that Sakura is being touched by these guys?...” commented Boruto, pouting to himself as he watched the unlikely couple disappear off into the distance, sensing something was up.


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At the store…


Maybe an entire month ago would the old storekeeper be bewildered by the odd pairings entering her store, namely interracial couples that were especially rare before the Fourth Great Ninja War. However, ever since the refugee program had begun, seeing wives like Sakura sneaking into the store with men from Kumo was normalized. The age gap was certainly significant, but the day before the former Raikage Ay barged in the dressing room and fucked the brains out of the First Lady, greatly shocking the old shopkeeper who had little to no idea what was going on. Now, Sasuke was being cheated on too, not by a respected warrior like Ay, but by a random Kumo senior that was pervertedly groping the busty medical ninja’s healthy assets.


“Let’s go to the dressing room quickly, shall we?.. I’m sure your receipt might’ve been accidentally dropped here somewhere..” he whispered into her ear, with the pairing growing dangerously close as they were practically walking on each other’s feet, having trouble moving properly with how assertively Sakura was being groped. 


As soon as the curtains closed behind them, the old man darted his tongue immediately within the crevice of her mouth and past her soft lips, making out and panting heavily in the midst of their open-mouthed kiss as their wandering hands roamed across each other’s figures. Sakura’s gentle fingers caressed the sides of his necks and bony cheeks as he sucked on her tongue, nudging her right up against the wall and humping her aching core while spanking her big butt like the naughty girl she was and digging his old fingers into its flesh, shaking it up and down and making it jiggle as they breathed into each other’s mouths. 
“Aahnn!~... Mmm, thank god~... I’ve been wanting a real man, not a boy~...” moaned Sakura into his mouth, closing her eyes and passionately drinking his saliva in the midst of their sloppy kissing, hiking her slender legs up his waist and locking it around him, releasing week’s worth of pent up sexual thirst all at once, nearly orgasmic from the mashing of their lips combined with his erratic thrusts rubbing against her damp crotch. 


The room was called a dressing room, but that was the exact opposite of what was occurring. The old man lewdly played with her tongue while hiking the dress above her thong-covered rump, tugging at the string as he made quick work of her clothing, progressively stripping her naked with their lips smacking together. He didn’t help himself to solely her sweet tasting mouth, alternating between suckling and kissing the perky nipples on her breasts, groaning from the succulent flesh and the sounds emanating from her lips.


“Yess!~.. Yess!~... This is exactly what I need!~...” purred Sakura, closing her eyes as she attached her hands onto the back of his neck, meeting his lips the instant he turned up to look at her, leaving a strand of saliva from the tip of her nipple to his tongue, shaking her hips and meeting his clothed thrusts as her vagina grew hotter and hotter. 


She was so backed up that her panties were flooded, trickling down the back of her legs as the cavern of her mouth was thoroughly explored by the old man’s tongue. Kissing her deep making obscenely lewd, slick noises as her cheeks bulged slightly from the tracing of his wet muscle wiggling around, turning and twisting their head to the side and moving their lips in tandem with the battle ensuing in her mouth. It was literally orgasmic, making the horny slut tremble slightly as she was overcome with emotion, muffled moans as her fat boobs were easily played with, the frantic pacing of her breath increasing until Sakura couldn’t handle it any longer, finally cumming out of control after having no choice but to hold herself back for several days.


“Nnnngggghhh!~... Mmmnnnnooooohohhh!~....” she yelled, nearly brought to tears from managing to finally find a time to cum, her entire body shivering until she essentially collapsed and plopped her big butt onto the floor. 


“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop you!..” apologized the old man, who wasn’t quick enough to catch her. He licked his lips as he wasn’t quite finished with their addicting swapping of their saliva, but it seemed that Sakura had something bigger in mind. 


On her knees, Sakura was literally drooling as she frantically yanked down on his white undergarments, allowing the aged black cock that almost looked painful to be freed, inhaling the musky scent with her nostrils as it felt like forever since she’d last gotten a taste. Recently, the only action she was getting was with her special dildo, and even that was taken away, now that she compared the two, it was nothing close to the real deal. 


It wasn’t fair that women like Temari and Hinata had no qualms openly cheating on their husbands to get their fill, Sakura wanted to be like that too. 


“I want it sooo bad!~... I want this huge fucking black cock of yours so bad, old man!~...” yelled Sakura, with a lively tone of voice as she dove down before a word of protest could escape his lips, engulfing and wrapping her dick sucking lips around the dark mushroom head, skillfully and expertly taking him down to the halfway mark of his immense phallus without eliciting so much of a gag. 


All of that practice with the black dildo was paying off, even though the size wasn’t close to the tasty, meaty cock in front of her. Sucking like her life depended on it, with her eyes intimately shut as she let out depraved moans the entire time she was trying to inhale it, allowing her cheeks to hollow from the powerful suction, playing with the sensitive slit that left the lingering taste of his salty precum oozing from it with the frequent lapping of her tongue. 


“Oooh, Sakura!~... I can’t believe you’re doing this to me… You’re so beautiful… It feels wonderful!~.. You’re making me melt inside of your mouth!...” gasped the old man, who’d never received a blowjob this good. The women of Kumo were already used to black men, so it wasn’t a surprise that he wasn’t necessarily popular back at home, considering there was a variety of massive cocks to choose from. His looks weren’t impressive either, but none of these things mattered to Sakura, the only thing that did was that his cock was black, strong and thick, a criteria that he met flawlessly. 


After several wet, sloppy bobs of her head, which left thick trails of saliva on the shaft, making his veiny dick look that much more appetizing, Sakura took things up several notches by holding onto her breasts and valitantly performing her famous titjobs that honestly surpassed Tsunade’s in terms of reputation. Apparently, she wasn’t a stranger to Kumo men either, given several rumours that were spreading around, and Sakura was intent on taking her place as the queen of big black cock, with Hinata currently leading the way. 


If that was going to change, Sakura needed to do something quick. It was so passionate that one would be led to believe that they were the ones who were married, not Sasuke. 


“Scchlluurrppp!~... How do you like these huge tits, baby?... They were made for black cock, that’s the only reason they’ve grown so big and soft and squishy!~... It was all for you!~...” moaned Sakura, licking a long trail with her tongue from the bottom of his phallus all the way to the tip, making him grunt profusely from the constant vibration from her purposefully loud moans, devouring the head while smothering, squeezing and jerking off his length with the use of her pillowy, squishy tits. 


It was all too much for a nearly senile old man to handle, in literal bliss to the point that it was almost dangerous for his feeble heart, grunting while his entire lower half shuddered when the shockwaves of pleasure induced by an orgasm washed over him, spraying the delicious viscous dessert that was his cum that Sakura happily gobbled up in pure, raw hunger for his semen, quenching her thirst with the Kumogakure jizz that many of her friends were getting drunk off of. 


“Mmmnnnn!~.. Delichhiouussss!~...”


Comforting the throbbing shaft with her perfect breasts, with her lips working overtime to drain his saggy balls of the cum that was being wasted in that wrinkly sack, the only mess that was left on Sakura’s face was of her own spit and saliva, consuming the entirety of his load after several consecutive gulps, with enough volume of semen that it was audible. 
“My goodness, Sakura!~....” 


“Haaa!~... I’ve been waiting so long for that… There’s nothing on my face, right?...” asked Sakura as she stood up on her feet, wiping her lips with her fingers before sucking on her digits to ensure that any stray globs of semen didn’t escape her thirsty throat.


Despite getting several remaining years of his life literally sucked out of his body, the old man was selfish, he wanted more. Ignoring her words, he nearly ripped off the soaked thong down her smooth legs, allowing it to hang on her ankles while he couldn’t control the pace of his erratic breathing, and then slapping his hardness against her engorged clit. Sakura was the only woman outside of Hinata that showed any interest in him, and he was beginning to get clingy. 


“Mmmnnnhhh!~... W-Waiiittt!~... N-Nooo~....” whimpered Sakura, who immediately clawed into his shoulders from how tightly she was gripping him, staring down at their crotches that were on the verge of intimately connecting, something wet and rough rubbing against her sensitive bean that was begging for action.


“Sakura… We both want this, right?... I know you want me to fuck you with my big black cock… It’s all you keep talking about!...” he groaned, dry humping her more aggressively and making her blush heavily and moan slightly, despite her efforts to hold her voice.


“I shouldn’t.. I really shouldn’t… I know this, but…” contemplated Sakura, who momentarily had a flashback to the time where she walked in on Hinata Hyuuga getting railed by Ay, and remarking that she’d never once seen a woman that happy and content in her entire life. 


“I can’t be the only one… I can’t be the only one that hasn’t tasted heaven!... This is wrong, but I have to do it!...” she thought, making up her mind in a swift, rashful moment.


“Please, I beg you.. It’s been so long… Please fuck my wet, pink pussy and tear me up!~... Make sure that I belong to black cock only!...” pleaded Sakura, full of determination and desperation. 


He instantly tried to jam his cock inside, finding a ton of resistance as he grunted incessantly when his fat black cockhead failed to penetrate smoothly. The wet folds were lubricated beyond belief, and yet it didn’t slip right in. Sakura’s pussy, while expanded larger than her husband’s thanks to the dildo, was still far from the right size required to handle all of that girthy meat. 


“Keep trying!~... Please, make it fit!.. I want you to fuck me!!...” screamed Sakura, falling onto the floor as the old man was brought along with her, staring down at her spread legs and nudging his hips forward constantly, slowly but surely trying to feed the voracious, leaking cunt with his stiff, veiny cock, making her nearly cum from just the head pushing in. 


“A-Agh, I’m finally inside of you!~...” he sung, closing his eyes with his face scrunched in pleasure as his hips bucked wildly, dipping forward and having a couple inches more make it’s way past her clinging insides, that was making it near impossible for him to fuck her until something was done with the narrow, puny size of her pussy. 
“Ooohhnnngghh, fuuuckkkk!~...” cursed Sakura, who was breathing so hard that it almost seemed like she might pass out, spasming uncontrollably as the sensation of being speared tantalizingly slow made her furiously cum. Her vaginal secretions sprayed out from her little hole, landing all over the floor with her nectar making her cunt that much juicier, allowing him to nearly slip the entirety of the black crown of his cock inside, nearly taking her real virginity from being fucked by a real man.


And then out of pure blue, their greatest fear came true.


“Auntie?!...” called out the familiar voice, belonging to Boruto who was far too curious, and intelligent enough to understand that something was amiss. 


A part of Sakura wanted to completely ignore him, and fuck the old man right then and there. However, it was true that they did share a close relationship, having seen him grow from a young boy to a young man. It did pain her to see him negatively impacted by his parent’s sudden divorce, and also considering that Boruto had a huge crush on her, Sakura made a regretful decision.


“I’m sorry… Boruto’s here… We have to call the sex off… I know I asked you to do it, but I can’t right now…” whispered Sakura, placing both of her hands on his weak chest. 


“W-What?!... Oh, that’s really disappointing…” 


“I know, I know… Trust me, I wanted you to make me yours too~... But, I tell you what...When Boruto moves back with Hinata, or Naruto, whatever… Then you can fuck me… How does that sound?...” promised Sakura, winking at him and gently placing a wet kiss connecting her bottom lip to the top of his lips, ending with a loud smooch as she carefully peeled her cunt from his mushroom tip, moaning in the process.


Just a few seconds longer, and she’d finally reached nirvana, her salvation. 


“That sounds amazing!~... As long as I get to fuck this tight little white pussy of yours, I don’t care what happens!..” gasped the old man, unable to keep his eyes away from her overflowing cunt.


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A minute later…


After quickly getting dressed, Sakura met with Boruto at the front of the store. It wasn’t possible to wipe all the traces of their perverted actions, coming up with a myriad of excuses and reasons as to why it took her so long to grab that damned receipt, but failing to mention or direct any attention towards her slightly sweaty and messy hair that was always kept perfectly neat.


“Huh?... You couldn’t find the receipt?... That’s weird, it would probably be at the counter, right?...” asked Boruto, who was having trouble believing her sham of a story.


In order to prevent him from prying further, Sakura swiftly grabbed onto his wrist and placed it directly at her upper butt, resting on her hip as Boruto immediately stopped talking from the feeling of his hot aunt’s hot body. 


“Let’s just go eat, okay?~.... I’m not too hungry, but I don’t mind another dessert~...” purred Sakura.


“Dessert?... What are you talking abou-” 


Before he could finish his sentence, Sakura gently pushed his hand downwards, now having several fingers touching her plush rump, leaving Boruto at a loss for words and a painfully erect penis that was going to trouble him for the rest of the night.


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Meanwhile….


Boruto was definitely having his happiest moments in a long while, unlike his father, but strikingly similar to his mother. Hinata Hyuuga, in fact, was beyond ecstatic at this very moment. The thick voluptuous pale slut was bent over the couch, sticking her fat ass out with Ay’s muscular physique completely dominating her virgin asshole, tearing it apart from the inside in as his vigorous pounding literally shook and moved the couch inches forward every time their bodies would thump together, leaving Hinata with a deranged, mindbroken face as his fingers were tugging at the insides of her cheeks and holding her mouth open, making her gushing pussy squirt viciously as he anally fucked her into orgasmic bliss. 


If it wasn’t hot and dirty enough for the First Lady, who was already losing her mind from cumming so much in a short span of time, their current fucking session together was being filmed, all of their steamy moments as a newly wed, to be engaged couple to be shared with the people of Konoha. Demonstrating just how well the nations of Kumogakure and Konoha were getting along, with the most important woman politically in the entire village was offering every single inch of her body to the former Raikage. Agreeing and consenting to the pornographic video after being convinced that it would make her an amazing fundraiser for the refugees, helping out the Kumo men who’ve done nothing but treat her well, and satisfy all of her sexual needs. From the elderly men at the showers, to the old man at the food stalls and his cum that she drank as a part of her morning breakfast, all the way to her new lover and husband Ay. Hinata loved black cock, even getting fucked by it in her dreams when she wasn’t awake and getting wrecked by Ay, who completely changed the shape of her pussy to his own, solely designed to handle his dick and his alone. 

To be continued....




























