All You Can Fuck Buffet

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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Beginning (Chapter 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Chapter 113): To Be Continued…

 

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The sun hung low and orange over the skyline, turning the neon signs of the main strip into bleeding streaks of color. Boruto, Sarada, Sumire, Hanabi, and Wasabi trudged along a palm-lined boulevard that smelled of coconut oil, sweat, and sex. They were still naked except for sandals (island etiquette had won hours ago), skin sticky with humidity and the occasional stray splash from passing revelers.

 

They’d spent the entire day weaving through resorts, clubs, and open-air markets, trying to quietly pull shinobi aside and warn them: the resurrection chakra was turning toxic. Most listened for thirty seconds, nodded politely, then went right back to whatever (or whoever) they were doing. A few laughed it off. One Suna puppeteer even offered them “chakra detox shots” from a suspiciously glowing bottle.

 

Boruto wiped sweat from his brow, Jougan flickering as he scanned another crowd. “Another bust. That Mist team over there’s too busy with the glory-hole wall to care about dying.”

 

Sumire sighed, arms crossed under her chest. “We’ve warned maybe forty people today. At this rate we’ll be here until the island poisons us all.”

 

Hanabi’s Byakugan deactivated with a faint pulse, veins fading from her temples. “The interference is getting worse. I can barely see past two blocks now.”

 

Wasabi groaned dramatically, flopping her arms like a tired kid. “Ughhh, my feet are killing me. We’ve been walking since dawn, and all I’ve gotten is blue-balled from watching everyone else get laid.” She kicked at a discarded thong on the pavement. “Can we just… Call it for today? Head down to the beach, set up camp, maybe actually relax for once? There’s that quiet cove past the south pier, no clubs, fewer people. We could light a fire, eat something that isn’t covered in someone else’s cum…”

 

She trailed off with a hopeful grin.

 

Sarada, who had been uncharacteristically quiet most of the afternoon (thighs still subtly pressed together, mind flashing to the bathroom stall every few minutes), surprised everyone by nodding immediately.

 

“I agree,” she said, voice a little too quick. “The beach sounds… good. Really good. We’re not making progress here anyway. A break might clear our heads.”

 

Boruto raised an eyebrow at her. “You okay? You’ve been kinda zoned out since…”

 

“I’m fine,” Sarada cut in, cheeks tinting pink. “Just tired. Beach. Camp. Yes.”

 

Hanabi smirked faintly, adjusting her sarong. “South cove it is, then. It’s secluded enough that we can talk strategy without shouting over moans. And if we’re lucky, the chakra interference is lighter near the water.”

 

Sumire shrugged, already turning toward the coastal path. “I could use a swim. And actual sleep.”

 

Wasabi pumped a fist. “Hell yes! Bonfire, ocean breeze, maybe some medicinal skinny-dipping, for morale.”

 

Boruto exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “Okay. Fine. Beach camp, it is. But we’re up at dawn, so no slacking. We’ve still got half the island to cover.”

 

The group veered off the main strip, sandals slapping against hot pavement as they headed toward the fading sunlight and the distant crash of waves. Behind them, the city’s neon hum grew softer; ahead, the promise of sand, fire, and, knowing this island, a night that would probably not be as restful as they hoped.

 

The cove was mercifully quiet compared to the city’s neon chaos. Gentle waves lapped at the dark sand, the moon rising silver over the water. A light breeze carried the scent of salt and distant bonfires. The group had claimed a secluded spot ringed by palms, far enough from the main beaches that the only sounds were the ocean and the occasional cry of a night bird.

 

Boruto and Sumire gathered driftwood while Sarada and Hanabi cleared a fire pit. Sparks flew as Boruto’s small Katon jutsu ignited the pile, flames crackling to life and casting warm, dancing light over their naked skin.

 

Hanabi reached behind a palm trunk and, poof, produced a large, soft beach blanket with a subtle storage seal embroidered in one corner. She spread it smoothly over the sand near the fire, the fabric big enough for all five of them with room to spare.

 

Boruto blinked. “…Where the hell were you keeping that?”

 

Hanabi just glanced over her shoulder, pale eyes glinting in the firelight, and gave him a slow, knowing smirk. No answer. Just the smirk.

 

Wasabi’s grin turned downright feral. “Oh hell yes. Now we can fuck without sand getting in all the nasty places.”

 

She moved fast, like the cat her techniques were based around, slipping behind Boruto and pressing her bare body flush against his back. Her breasts squished against his shoulder blades, nipples already hard from the cool air and anticipation. Arms snaked around his waist, one hand teasing dangerously low on his abs.

 

She leaned in, teeth grazing the side of his neck, then the sensitive edge of his ear. A soft, playful “Nyah~” purred directly into it, a warm breath tickling his skin.

 

“This kitty’s in heat…” she whispered, voice low and dripping with promise. Her hips rolled forward, grinding her slick pussy against the small of his back, leaving a wet trail. “And she’s been very patient all day…”

 

The fire popped, sending sparks skyward. Sarada’s gaze flicked over, Sharingan spinning for half a second before she bit her lip. Sumire pretended to adjust the wood pile, but her thighs pressed together. Hanabi simply sat cross-legged on the blanket, smirk deepening as she watched the scene unfold.

 

Boruto’s cock, already half-hard from the island’s constant hum, twitched visibly, rising to full attention against Wasabi’s teasing touch.

 

The night had just begun.

 

The fire crackled softly, casting flickering gold across their bare skin as the waves whispered in the background.

 

Wasabi’s hands slid down Boruto’s hips, fingers wrapping around his shaft with deliberate slowness. Even with both palms stacked, she couldn’t fully encircle the throbbing girth, her thumbs and fingers strained as she began a long, teasing stroke from root to crown. The length towered upward, the flushed head brushing past his navel, easily reaching up past his chest when fully hard. Pre-cum beaded instantly at the slit, glistening in the firelight before Wasabi smeared it down the shaft with her thumbs, making the skin slick and shiny.

 

Boruto let out a low, involuntary groan, head tipping back, hips twitching forward into her grip. “Wasabi…”

 

Sumire sat seiza style a few feet away, pretending to watch the flames, but her thighs rubbed restlessly together. The sight of Wasabi’s hands gliding over that impossible length made her squirm harder, a soft whimper escaping before she shoved both hands between her legs, fingers pressing desperately against her clit.

 

Hanabi’s lips curved in amusement. She leaned toward Sumire, voice a teasing murmur. “You’re practically dripping on the blanket already. Just go over there. No one’s stopping you.”

 

Sumire’s answer was an almost desperate moan. She surged forward like a woman breaking free of chains, dropping to her hands and knees in the sand beside Wasabi. Without a word, she nuzzled under Boruto’s shaft, tongue dragging hot and wet across his heavy balls. Low, throaty moans vibrated against his skin as she lapped and sucked, as if the salty taste alone eased the aching hollow inside her.

 

Hanabi’s attention shifted. She rose gracefully and circled behind Sarada, sliding her arms around the younger girl’s waist. One hand cupped a massive breast, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, thumb circling the hard nipple. The other hand slipped between Sarada’s thighs, parting slick folds with practiced ease, middle finger gliding over her swollen clit before dipping inside.

 

“Just watch for now,” Hanabi whispered against Sarada’s ear, breathing warmly. “Let me play with this needy little pussy while you enjoy the show.”

 

Sarada’s Sharingan flickered to life involuntarily, locking on the scene as a shiver ran through her.

 

Wasabi and Sumire worked in perfect, hungry tandem. Wasabi kept stroking the shaft in slow, twisting pulls, while Sumire lavished his balls with long licks and gentle sucks. Then Sumire rose higher on her knees, lips parting wide. She took the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, and pushed.

 

Boruto’s cock slid deep, forcing her throat to expand dramatically. The outline bulged visibly beneath her pale skin, a thick column stretching from her lips down her neck, distorting her delicate throat into something both obscene and beautiful. Sumire’s eyes rolled back, a muffled, drawn-out moan vibrating around him as her body shook. She came from the act alone, hips jerking, pussy clenching around nothing, a clear gush of juices dripping down her thighs onto the blanket.

 

Wasabi grinned up at Boruto, pumping faster. “Look at her, cumming just from choking on you…”

 

Boruto’s hands threaded into both girls’ hair, hips rocking gently as the firelight danced over the three of them, while Hanabi’s fingers worked Sarada relentlessly and the night deepened around their little cove.

 

Boruto’s head fell back, a deep, rumbling groan escaping his chest as Wasabi’s hands glided up and down his shaft and Sumire’s tongue worshipped his balls. “Nngh… fuck, that feels way too good…”

 

Hanabi continued toying with Sarada’s pussy as she watched, rubbing her body against the younger girl’s. When she spoke, her voice was low, encouraging, almost proud, “No need to hold back, Boruto,” she purred. “Wasabi, Sumire… Me… We’re all slaves to that dick now. It owns us. Use them however you want. They’ll only thank you for it.”

 

Wasabi grinned against his ear, giving his cock an extra-slow twist as Sumire bobbed back that made another thick bead of pre-cum spill out the tip and into the other girl’s mouth. “Hell yeah. Go on, Boruto. Fuck Sumire’s mouth like it’s her pussy. Ram it. She’s begging for it with those eyes.”

 

Sumire’s throaty moan vibrated against his shaft in agreement, her violet eyes glassy and desperate as she looked up at him.

 

Boruto exhaled sharply, and nodded. His hands moved to Sumire’s head, fingers threading firmly through her lavender hair, and YANKED!

 

The moment he thrust, Sumire’s throat opened for him. The thick shaft forcing her neck to bulge dramatically again, the outline visible from collarbone to sternum as it pushed straight into her stomach. Her eyes rolled back instantly.

 

“GLLKK, MMMPHH!” A loud, wet gagging moan tore from her stuffed throat as her body convulsed. She came again, hard, her pussy clenching visibly, a fresh gush of fluid splattering the blanket beneath her knees. Her hands clawed at his thighs for support, nails digging in as her hips jerked forward.

 

Boruto didn’t stop. He gripped her head tighter and fucked her face in long, deliberate strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, the bulge in her throat rising and falling like a piston. Each thrust punched into her stomach, the head nudging organs aside, making her belly tent outward slightly with every deep thrust.

 

Sumire’s muffled voice still managed to spill out around the obstruction, slurred and desperate but loud enough for everyone to hear: “MMMGH, YEEESH, PH-PHUG MUH MOUPH-PUSSHY HAWDERRRR!” she begged, “UR CAWK, SHO BHIIIIIG! AYE PHEEL ID IN MUH SHTOMACH, SHTRETCHING EBERYPHING!!!”

 

Tears streamed down her cheeks, spit and pre-cum bubbling from her stretched lips in thick ropes, dripping onto the blanket beneath them. But her eyes stayed locked on Boruto’s, pure worship shining through the mess, every gag, every choke only fueling another small orgasm that rippled through her.

 

“EBERY DIME EWE PULL OUD, AYE PHEEL SHO EMPDY, DEN EWE PHILL MEH AHGAIN, NGGH, WIGHT INDO MUH GHUUUT!” she slurred, her words becoming more and more garbled with every swing of his hips. “AYE CAN PHEEL ID MOBING, PUSHHING MUH INSHIDESH, MAKING MUH BELLY BULLGE, PLEASHE DHON’D SHTOOOOB! PHUG MUH MOUPH-CUND HAWDERRRRR!!!” she begged.

 

Wasabi kept stroking the base that Sumire couldn’t reach, grinning wickedly. Hanabi’s fingers moved faster between Sarada’s legs, trying to catch her breath as she watched him claim another girl completely.

 

The fire crackled on, the ocean whispered, and the night stretched ahead, full of heat, surrender, and no reason left to hold back.

 

Boruto’s hips snapped forward harder, driving his cock deeper into Sumire’s willing throat with every thrust. The bulge in her neck swelled grotesquely, sliding up and down like a living thing as the head punched straight into her stomach again and again.

 

“Yeah, you like that?” he growled, voice rough with pleasure. “Like having my big dick fucking your guts, do you, dattebasa!?”

 

Sumire’s answer was an immediate, desperate, muffled scream around his shaft. “YESH! AYE WUB ID!! MOAR, PHUG MUH MOUTH-PUSSHY HAWDER!!! PWEASHE, PWEASHE!!!” Her throat convulsed around him, gagging wetly with every brutal stroke, spit bubbling from her stretched lips and cascading down her chin in thick ropes. Yet she pushed forward greedily, meeting each thrust, eyes rolled back in bliss.

 

Boruto obliged, harder. His hands tightened in her hair, yanking her head onto him as his hips pistoned faster, the wet glrk-glrk-glrk of her choking throat filling the cove. Sumire’s body shook with every impact, knees scraping the blanket, but her moans never stopped, slurred, ecstatic, shameless.

 

“IT PHEELS SHO GOOD, UR COCK IS IN MY SHTOMACH, SHTRETCHING EBERYPHING, GAGGKH, CHOKE MEH MOAR!!” Sumire slurred out, her pussy gushing every time Boruto shoved his cock back inside now, “EBERY PHRUST MAKESH MUH GHUTSH MOBE, PHEELS WIKE MUH INSHIDESH ARE BHEING WEAWWANGED, MMMPH!!! DHON’T SHTOB!!!” she begged, “AYE CAN PHEEL IT BULSING, PHILLING MEH, GONNA CUM AGAIN, YESH YESH YEEEESH!!!”

 

Another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching visibly, squirting onto the blanket in rhythmic bursts as her throat spasmed around him.

 

Across the fire, Hanabi’s fingers worked Sarada with expert precision, two digits curled deep inside her slick cunt, thumb circling her clit in tight, teasing spirals, the exact rhythm Sarada loved most. Hanabi’s palm ground against her mound with every thrust, knuckles brushing the swollen lips.

 

Sarada’s massive breasts heaved with every breath, Sharingan spinning wildly as she watched Sumire’s throat bulge and distort. Jealousy burned – hot, vicious, consuming – twisting in her gut like a kunai. ‘Mine.’ she thought, ‘That should be me!’ Her hips bucked into Hanabi’s hand involuntarily.

 

She came hard, a sharp cry tearing from her throat, pussy clamping down on Hanabi’s fingers as she squirted in a clear arc that splashed the blanket. Her body trembled, thighs quaking, but the jealousy only sharpened the pleasure.

 

Wasabi, pressed tight against Boruto’s back, leaned over his shoulder. Her lips captured his in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues swirling, tangling, tasting each other hungrily as she moaned into his mouth, her hands still stroking the base of his cock that Sumire couldn’t reach.

 

Hanabi nibbled Sarada’s earlobe, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before her tongue soothed the spot. Her fingers never stopped moving inside Sarada, drawing out the aftershocks.

 

“I understand how you feel,” Hanabi whispered, voice low and husky. “My own pussy is craving that huge dick right now, dripping for it. But you need to be patient, Sarada. Let Boruto indulge his other slaves first… Then, we’ll have our turn.”

 

She curled her fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made Sarada gasp.

 

“If you behave,” Hanabi teased, breath hot against her ear, “I may let him cum inside you before me.”

 

Sarada whimpered, hips grinding helplessly into Hanabi’s hand, eyes locked on Boruto as he continued to relentlessly fuck Sumire’s throat, the firelight dancing over their sweat-slicked bodies.

 

Boruto’s thrusts turned erratic, hips slamming forward one final time as his cock buried itself impossibly deep in Sumire’s throat. A long, guttural groan tore from his chest, “Nngh… Fuck! I’m cumming!”

 

He exploded.

 

Thick, endless streams of cum blasted straight into her stomach! The sheer volume flooded her like a broken dam. Sumire’s eyes rolled fully white, her body convulsing on all fours against the blanket beneath her. Her arms trembling as she gagged and moaned around the shaft, orgasms chaining through her in helpless waves.

 

With a final shudder, Boruto gripped her hair and shoved her off him. Sumire flew backward, landing on her back with a wet thud. Cum bubbled from her gaping mouth in thick rivulets, her throat still distended for a moment before slowly relaxing. She lay there panting, eyes unfocused, hands instinctively cradling the swollen dome of her stomach as aftershocks rippled through her.

 

Boruto turned, chest heaving, cock still rock-hard and glistening with spit and pre-cum. His gaze locked on Wasabi, “Your turn.” he said with a grin.

 

He grabbed her by the hips, spinning and shoving her down onto the blanket beside Sumire. Wasabi hit the fabric with a delighted yelp, legs already spreading wide on instinct, knees bent, feet planted, pussy dripping and ready. Boruto didn’t wait; he speared into her instantly, the thick head punching past her entrance and stretching her walls to their limit!

 

Wasabi howled, back arching off the blanket like she’d been shocked.

 

“YES! DRILL ME, BORUTO! POUND MY WOMB! TREAT ME LIKE THE FILTHY WHORE I AM!” she wailed in ecstasy.

 

He obliged, hips snapping forward in a savage rhythm, deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt. Wasabi’s voice rose to screams, loud and unashamed, echoing over the waves.

 

“FUUUUUUCK!!! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD!!!” she screamed, rocking her body into his thrusts, trying to get his cock to go even deeper even though he was already going to the hilt with every stroke. “SO FUCKING BIG, SO DHEEEEP! AHHHHN, YES YES YES!!! FUCK ME HARDER, DEEPER! AHHHN, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE FUCKING MY VERY SOUL!” she moaned.

 

“DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!!! STRETCH ME! RUIN ME! MAKE THIS PUSSY YOURS FOREVER!” demanded the brown haired girl. “HARDER, DEEPER, BREED YOUR KITTY WHORE, FILL ME UP! BLAST MY WOMB WITH CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!”

 

Across the fire, Sarada’s Sharingan spun wildly, the tomoe whirling, as she watched Boruto’s cock plunge into Wasabi’s widely stretched cunt. Through the dōjutsu’s enhanced vision, she saw it clearly: his shaft shrouded in swirling blue-white chakra, the Kami Chinpo, pulsing, alive, radiating raw vitality that sank into Wasabi’s walls with every thrust, marking her from the inside.

 

Hanabi’s breath ghosted hot against Sarada’s ear, her fingers plunging deeper and faster into Sarada’s dripping pussy, curling, scissoring, thumb grinding the clit in ruthless circles.

 

“You can see it now, can’t you?” Hanabi whispered, voice husky. “The true form of the Kami Chinpo. Only the rare men of the Uzumaki clan can do this. Anyone else pushing chakra into their dick would just make it harder at best… But this? This claims us.”

 

Her fingers sped up, relentless, perfect, hitting every spot that made Sarada’s toes curl. Sarada’s hips bucked helplessly, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as another orgasm crashed over her. Then another. And another, chained, breathless climaxes that left her trembling and gasping, eyes never leaving the sight of Boruto pounding Wasabi into the blanket.

 

Hanabi’s lips brushed her ear again, soft and teasing as she said, “Patience, Sarada… Watch and feel. Your turn will come.”

 

Boruto’s hips swung back and forward with relentless force, pounding into Wasabi’s slick, stretched pussy in deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust buried him to the hilt, the thick shaft forcing her walls to yield, the wide head kissing her cervix before pushing deeper. Wasabi’s belly distended visibly with every plunge, the outline of his cock rising in a long, obscene bulge from her mound up past her navel, the skin stretching taut as her womb shifted to accommodate the invasion.

 

“FUCK!! YOUR COCK IS STRETCHING MY HOLE SO WIIIIDE! AH YES, IT’S RUINING ME, DON’T STOP, BORUTOOO!” Wasabi screamed, voice raw and echoing over the waves. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. “KEEP GOING, POUND ME UNTIL THIS PUSSYCAT IS JUST A HOLE FOR YOUR DIIIICK!!! MAKE ME YOUR PERSONAL SLEEVE!”

 

He didn’t hold back. The rhythm turned savage, hips slamming against hers with wet claps, her ass bouncing off the blanket. The bulge in her belly rose and fell like a piston, more pronounced with every brutal thrust, her insides visibly rearranged around him.

 

Wasabi’s orgasm hit like a storm.

 

“I’M CUMMING!!! OH GODS IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! NYAAAAAH! NYAAAH! NYAH NYAH NYAAAH!” she screamed, her voice turning to cat-like meows as she came over and over again.

 

Her pussy gushed hard, forceful, rhythmic squirts blasting around Boruto’s shaft, soaking his groin and the blanket in hot arcs. Her walls clamped down in violent spasms, milking him desperately as her body shook, back arching off the sand, toes curling. The nyah sounds spilled from her lips in a continuous, needy mewling, “NYAH, NYAH, NYAAAAH!” her voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers with every fresh wave.

 

Across the fire, Hanabi and Sarada had shifted into a perfect sixty-nine on the blanket, Hanabi on top, smooth thighs framing Sarada’s face, her own mouth buried between Sarada’s legs. Their bodies glistened with sweat in the firelight, breasts pressed together, hips rolling in slow, hungry grinds.

 

Hanabi pulled back just long enough to speak, voice husky and admiring as she spread Sarada’s slick folds with two fingers. “Gods, Sarada… Your pussy is so pretty,” she murmured, tracing the swollen, flushed lips. “Such a lovely pink color, glistening like it’s begging to be devoured. And you’re soaked, dripping for me. It makes me want to…”

 

She curled her hand, tucking her thumb in, and pushed. Her entire fist slid slowly into Sarada’s dripping heat! The stretch was slow and deliberate, knuckles sinking in one by one until her wrist was buried.

 

Sarada wailed, the sound muffled against Hanabi’s pussy as the sudden, overwhelming fullness detonated an orgasm through her. Her hips bucked wildly, walls clamping around Hanabi’s fist in desperate spasms, squirting hard against the older woman’s forearm.

 

Hanabi grinned against her clit, beginning to pump her fist in slow, deep thrusts.

 

“That’s it… I’m gonna fist-fuck your brains out,” she promised, voice low and wicked. “Until you can’t think of anything but how good it feels to be stuffed full.”

 

Sarada’s only response was another broken wail and a fresh gush of hot juices as Hanabi’s fist worked deeper, the fire crackling beside them and the ocean roaring like an approving crowd in the distance.

 

Boruto’s thrusts grew frantic, hips slamming forward one final time as he jammed his cock all the way inside Wasabi, burying himself to the root. A deep, animal grunt tore from his throat, body tensing as he came for the second time that night.

 

The release was torrential. Thick, hot blasts of cum erupted from his shaft, flooding Wasabi’s womb in endless pulses. Wasabi’s back arched off the fabric, a long, loud “NYAAAAAAAH!” ripping from her throat as her eyes rolled back. Her hands caressed her belly, fingers tracing the warmth and fullness with reverent awe. “YES, PAINT MY INSIDES WHITE! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, BORUTO! BREED YOUR KITTY!” Another scream of pure ecstasy followed as the orgasm crashed over her again. “AHHHN, SO GOOOOOD! I’M YOUR DICK SLEEVE FOR LIFE! FUCK ME! USE ME! BREED ME WHENEVER AND WHEREVER YOU WANT FROM NOW ON! THIS PUSSY IS YOURS FOREVER!” she declared, climaxing again from that vow alone.

 

When Boruto’s climax finally subsided, he pulled out with a wet, obscene noise. A massive rush of his cum gushed from Wasabi’s wrecked pussy, like a dam breaking, with thick white rivers pouring onto the blanket and pooling beneath her ass. Her pussy remained gaping wide, lips puffy and flushed, twitching with aftershocks as stray drops continued to leak from her.

 

Boruto panted hard, chest heaving, his entire body slick with sweat that gleamed in the firelight. His cock, still rock-hard and shining with cum and female juices, bobbed heavily with each breath. He turned, blue eyes locking on Hanabi and Sarada across the fire.

 

Hanabi hadn’t stopped, her fist still plunging deep inside Sarada in slow, deliberate thrusts, wrist slick with the younger girl’s arousal. Sarada writhed beneath her, massive breasts heaving, another orgasm ripping through her as Hanabi’s knuckles ground against her most sensitive spots.

 

Boruto stood, cock jouncing up and down with each step, heavy balls swaying beneath. He circled the fire and knelt behind Hanabi, hands sliding possessively over her sexy hips, gripping the soft flesh. His balls settled warmly onto Sarada’s face, she reacted instantly, tongue darting out to lap and suck at them greedily, moaning into the sensitive skin as she tasted the mix of sweat and juices.

 

Boruto leaned forward, the slick head of his cock nudging Hanabi’s dripping entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, then with one firm thrust, speared deep inside her.

 

“It’s your turn now, Nee-chan,” he growled, voice rough with lingering pleasure.

 

Hanabi’s head tilted back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her pussy stretched around him, the sudden fullness making her fist clench involuntarily inside Sarada, who wailed in yet another climax at the sensation. The fire crackled louder, as if approving the shift, while the three women’s moans blended into the night.

 

Boruto’s hands tightened on Hanabi’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed forward. His massive cock invaded her in one rough thrust, the thick head punching past her cervix and straight into her womb. Hanabi’s belly stretched, the long, obscene bulge rising beneath her skin from mound to sternum, the outline of his shaft visible as it claimed every inch of her.

 

Hanabi’s head snapped back, a loud, broken moan tearing from her throat, “AHNNN, BORUTO! YOUR HUGE COCK IS IN MY WOMB, STRETCHING ONEE-CHAN SO WIDE!” she screamed towards the night sky, voice echoing over the waves, body trembling as he began to fuck her roughly, hips pounding with relentless force, each thrust making the tent in her abdomen swell and recede like a piston. “IT FEELS SO GOOD!! FILLING YOUR BIG SISTER COMPLETELY!! EVERY VEIN DRAGGING INSIDE ME!!! DESTROYING ME!!!”

 

Boruto groaned deep in his chest, the sound raw and animal. “Fuck, Nee-chan… Your pussy’s so warm… So tight… Squeezing me like it never wants to let go…” He leaned over her back, breath hot against her ear. “Better than even Mom’s… Way better…”

 

The words hit Hanabi like lightning. Her eyes rolled back, Byakugan veins flaring involuntarily as an orgasm exploded through her, harder than any before. Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, milking his shaft as she squirted in forceful arcs around him. “YES, BETTER THAN YOUR MOM!! ONEE-CHAN’S PUSSY IS THE BEST FOR YOU! I’M CUMMING, BORUTO! I’M CUMMING SO HARD!”

 

She began bucking wildly back into his thrusts, ass slapping against his hips with wet claps, chasing every inch. “ONEE-CHAN WILL MILK YOUR BALLS DRY! GIVE YOUR BIG SISTER EVERY DROP! I DON’T CARE IF I GET PREGNANT! IN FACT, I WANT TO! BREED ME, BORUTO! FILL YOUR BIG SISTER’S WOMB!!!”

 

All the while, Sarada lay trapped beneath them, face buried under Boruto’s heavy balls, tongue lapping and sucking greedily at the sensitive skin, tasting the mix of sweat and Wasabi’s juices. Her moans vibrated against him as Hanabi’s fist continued its merciless work inside her pussy, plunging deep, twisting, knuckles grinding against her most sensitive spots.

 

Hanabi’s thrusts with her fist matched Boruto’s rhythm, every slam into her womb driving her arm deeper into Sarada, forcing another wailing orgasm from the younger girl. Sarada’s hips jerked helplessly, squirting again and again around Hanabi’s wrist, her Sharingan spinning wildly as she worshipped Boruto’s balls with desperate, sloppy licks. The fire roared higher, the ocean crashed in approval, and the three of them moved as one, lost in the heat, the stretch, the raw, shameless pleasure.

 

Boruto’s hips drove forward with unrelenting fury, each thrust slamming his full length into Hanabi’s core. The thick shaft invading her womb on every stroke, the flared head grinding deep into her and forcing her belly to bulge outward in a long, obscene ridge that rose and fell with his rhythm. Hanabi’s body rocked beneath him, her fist still buried wrist-deep in Sarada, pumping in time with Boruto’s pounding, every brutal hilt driving her arm deeper into the younger girl.

 

Hanabi’s voice shattered the night.

 

“BORUTO! YOUR COCK, IT’S DESTROYING ONEE-CHAN’S WOMB! SO DEEP! SO THICK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN…!” she wailed in ecstasy.

 

Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft in rhythmic geysers that soaked his groin and splashed Sarada’s face below. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, chained, endless, her back arching off Sarada’s body, toes curling into the blanket.

 

“CUM INSIDE ME, PLEASE! YOUR BIG SISTER NEEDS IT! I’LL DIE WITHOUT YOUR CUM IN MY WOMB! FILL ME! BREED ONEE-CHAN! MAKE ME CARRY YOUR BABYYYY!” she howled to the stars, voice raw and desperate, hips bucking wildly back to meet him, chasing every inch. Sarada wailed beneath them, muffled against Boruto’s balls, her own body convulsing as Hanabi’s fist twisted and thrust through yet another climax.

 

Boruto’s groans grew deeper, strained, sweat pouring down his face and chest, muscles trembling from the exertion and the island’s relentless heat. “Nee-chan, fuck, so tight, I’m already gonna…”

 

He slammed home one final time, cock swelling thicker as he erupted!

 

The flood was massive, thick, scalding cum blasting straight into Hanabi’s womb. Hanabi’s scream peaked into a silent, open-mouthed gasp, eyes rolling white as the hottest orgasm yet detonated through her, pussy gushing in a continuous stream, body shaking uncontrollably.

 

Boruto’s groan trailed into a ragged exhale. His vision tunneled, the world spinning from exhaustion and severe dehydration, hours of relentless sex under the tropical sun with barely any water. His arms gave out.

 

He collapsed forward, slumping over Hanabi’s back, cock still buried deep as consciousness slipped away. The last thing he felt was the warm, milking spasms of her pussy around him and Sarada’s tongue still lazily lapping at his balls.

 

Hanabi panted beneath his dead weight, bloated belly pressed to Sarada’s chest, a dazed, blissful smile on her lips. Sarada whimpered softly, Hanabi’s fist still inside her, the three of them a tangled, cum-soaked heap under the moonlight. Boruto lay fainted, spent, dehydrated, and utterly victorious.

 

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A shock of icy seawater slammed across Boruto’s face, jolting him awake with a gasp. He bolted upright, coughing and sputtering, the salt stinging his eyes. The first thing to hit him with his newly restored consciousness was a skull-splitting headache! A pounding, throbbing ache behind his eyes and temples that felt like someone had driven a kunai through his brain. The second thing was the sun: already high and blazing in the sky, turning the sand into a hot griddle beneath him.

 

He blinked against the glare, falling back onto his back as his vision cleared to find Sarada standing over him. Completely naked except for her Konoha forehead protector glinting on her brow, hands resting on her thighs, black hair tousled by the sea breeze. Her Sharingan wasn’t active, but her dark eyes looked down at him with an expression that wasn’t anger, more like sadness. Basically, she looked almost hurt.

 

“You jerk,” she said softly, voice quiet enough that the waves nearly drowned it out. “I never got my turn.”

 

Boruto groaned, trying to sit up straighter, throat raw and dry. “Sarada… I…”

 

She cut him off, crouching slightly to pick up an empty seashell bucket. “Hanabi-nee explained it while you were out cold. You overdid it last night. Pumped so much cum into her, Sumire and Wasabi that your body got almost completely dehydrated. She said you’d wake up with a “Sex Hangover.” Headache, dry mouth, the works. Apparently, even Uzumaki stamina has its limits when you empty your balls that many times in a row.”

 

Boruto’s voice came out like gravel. “Sorry… Really, I didn’t mean…” A cough rattled his chest, harsh and painful.

 

Sarada’s expression softened for a second, then she dropped into a low squat right above him, knees spread wide. The position gave Boruto a perfect, up-close view of her pussy: lips flushed, still glistening from the night’s lingering arousal, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention.

 

She grabbed a large bottle of a neon-blue sports drink from the blanket, twisted the cap off with a sharp crack, and shoved the opening between his lips without ceremony! “Now drink up, shanaro…!” she ordered, voice finally sharpening with real anger. The cool liquid flooded his mouth, sweet, electrolyte-heavy, exactly what his body craved. “All of it. Because as soon as you’re hydrated,” She leaned closer, eyes narrowing, the hurt still there but now mixed with raw, impatient hunger, “You’re going to fuck me in every hole and fill me up just like the others. Mouth, pussy, ass, ALL OF IT! We’re not doing anything else today until I’m just as bloated and ruined as they are! You got it?!” she snapped at him.

 

GLUG-GLUG-GLUG!

 

All Boruto could do was swallow the beverage down. Roughly as it was being delivered, the sweet and mildly salty drink was oddly soothing. He could feel his body drinking in the fluid like a dry sponge soaking up water, restoring him to life. When the bottle was empty, Sarada force fed him another, then a third, seeming to go through all the colors and flavors of whatever brand this was!

 

“Shaaaa, hurry up and get hard already!!!” she whined, still pouring fluids into him.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)