Hot Spring Orgy
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 117): To Be Continued…
The trio walked along the winding coastal path back toward Ranko Island’s main city, the morning sun climbing higher and turning the sand into warm gold beneath their bare feet. Naruto, Kushina, and Tsunade were all still completely naked—clothes had long since become an afterthought on this island. Sweat and sea salt clung lightly to their skin, but the air was fresh, carrying the scent of salt, blooming jasmine, and distant bonfires.
Tsunade ran a hand through her long blonde hair, grimacing as she flicked a few lingering grains of sand from her shoulder.
“I could use a proper bath,” she muttered, glancing down at herself. “The ocean got most of the cum and sweat off me after that little ‘one-man gangbang’ you pulled, gaki, but I still feel sticky. I want to feel freshly cleaned. Soap, hot water, the works.”
Kushina laughed, red hair bouncing as she walked between them, completely unbothered by her own nudity.
“Same here. I’m still sloshing a bit from earlier,” she said with a playful grin, patting her now-flat belly. She pointed ahead toward a cluster of low, elegant buildings nestled against the jungle edge. One structure stood out: a traditional-looking bathhouse with a tiled roof, steam gently curling from open-air vents, and a sign carved in flowing script that read “Moonlit Springs Bathhouse – Hot Spring Theme”.
“Right there,” Kushina said. “Hot springs, private tubs, the good soaps. We go in, get properly scrubbed down, then sit in the steam and drink some coffee milk while we figure out our next move. Sound good?”
Naruto nodded quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, definitely. I’m still kinda dehydrated from… everything. A bath and something cold to drink sounds perfect.”
Tsunade smirked sideways at him. “You earned it, kid. You and your clones gave me a workout I won’t forget anytime soon.”
Kushina chuckled, looping one arm through Naruto’s and the other through Tsunade’s as they turned toward the bathhouse entrance.
“Come on then. Let’s get clean… so we can get filthy again later.”
The three naked shinobi headed up the path, the promise of hot water and a brief moment of peace calling them forward under the brightening island sky.
The three of them stepped through the wide, open doorway into the bathhouse proper. The interior was surprisingly rustic—dark wooden beams overhead, rough-hewn cedar walls that smelled faintly of cedar and mineral water, paper lanterns hanging low and casting warm amber pools of light. Stone paths wound between low bamboo partitions, and the distant gurgle of hot springs echoed softly. The place felt ancient, almost forgotten, and oddly empty; only a handful of towels hung on racks, and the main bathing area visible through an archway was completely unoccupied.
Behind the main counter sat an old man—bald head gleaming under the lantern light, long white beard tucked into the collar of his faded yukata, dark sunglasses perched on his nose even in the dim interior. He looked up slowly as they approached, expression unchanging, voice flat and disinterested.
“Welcome to Moonlit Springs. Three, huh?” He glanced at each of them in turn, lingering on Kushina. “You… you’re one of the returned, aren’t ya?”
Kushina blinked, caught off guard. “How did you-?”
The old man waved a hand lazily. “Seen enough of ‘em come and go. That look in the eyes, half here, half somewhere else. Plus the hair. Hard to miss.” He shifted his gaze to Tsunade and Naruto. “And you two with her?”
Tsunade nodded once, arms crossed under her chest. “Yeah. We’re together.”
Naruto gave a quick thumbs-up. “Yup!”
The old man grunted, then pointed a gnarled finger toward a wooden door on his left—simple, unmarked, but clearly leading deeper into the facility.
“Through there. Private wing. Hot springs, private tubs, the works. Towels and soap are inside.” He paused, then added in the same flat tone, “If you’re gonna fuck, just don’t do it in the bath itself. Cleaning it is a pain.”
Kushina burst out laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained. Tsunade snorted, shaking her head as she started toward the door. Naruto flushed red to the tips of his ears but followed quickly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Understood, jiji,” Kushina called over her shoulder with a wink. “We’ll try to behave… mostly.”
The old man just grunted again, already looking back down at whatever he’d been doing before they arrived—probably napping—as the three naked shinobi disappeared through the door into the steamy, lantern-lit halls beyond.
The private wing opened into a vast, cavernous chamber that felt more like stepping outdoors than entering a building. The ceiling arched high overhead, painted—or perhaps genjutsu-projected—with a perfect night sky: deep indigo dotted with countless stars, a massive full moon hanging low and luminous, its silver light spilling across the entire space. Steam rose gently from the enormous central hot spring, its surface rippling like liquid moonlight, bordered by smooth black stones and low bamboo screens.
Tsunade stopped short, arms crossed under her chest, brow raised as she scanned the illusion.
“Elaborate genjutsu,” she murmured, half-impressed. “The moon’s even got the right craters. Someone spent serious chakra on this place.”
Kushina whistled low. “Worth every ryō, though. Look at that water, it’s practically glowing.”
Naruto was already moving toward the washing area just outside the spring: a row of low wooden stools, buckets, and neatly arranged baskets of soaps, shampoos, body scrubs, and folded towels. He grabbed a bright yellow bucket, filled it from one of the steaming spigots, and sat on the matching yellow stool. The first pour of hot water cascaded over his shoulders, running in steaming rivulets down his back and chest. He let out a long, relieved sigh, head tipping back.
“Man… a real bath. Feels like forever since I had one without sand or someone else’s cum in it.”
He scrubbed vigorously with a bar of citrus-scented soap, rinsing his hair and face, the heat soaking into his muscles and finally easing the last remnants of the sex-hangover headache.
Then he felt them—soft, heavy, unmistakable.
Kushina pressed her massive breasts firmly against his back, the warm, slick weight molding to his spine as her nipples dragged across his skin. Her arms slid around his waist from behind, hands finding his cock and wrapping around it with confident, possessive strokes.
“Let me wash your back, baby,” she purred in his ear, voice low and husky, lips brushing the shell as she slowly pumped him.
Naruto startled, bucket nearly slipping from his fingers. “M-Mom—!”
She laughed softly, pressing her cheek to his shoulder, one hand continuing its slow, teasing strokes while the other reached for the soap bar he’d dropped.
“Relax,” she whispered, lathering her palms before sliding them up his back in firm circles, kneading the tension from his shoulders. “You’ve earned a little pampering after everything. Besides…” Her hand on his cock squeezed gently, thumb swirling over the head. “I missed taking care of her boy.”
Naruto groaned, hips twitching forward into her grip despite himself, the hot water still steaming around them as Kushina’s breasts stayed pressed tight to his back, her soapy hands working down his spine in slow, sensual strokes.
Tsunade watched from a few feet away, already lathering her own body with a smirk, clearly content to let mother and son have their moment—for now. The fake moonlight bathed them all in silver, steam curling lazily upward as the bathhouse enveloped them in quiet, intimate warmth.
Kushina’s hands never stopped moving—slow, deliberate strokes along Naruto’s thickening cock, her fingers gliding from base to tip with just enough pressure to make his hips twitch forward instinctively. The soap she’d lathered earlier made everything slick, warm, and slippery, every pass of her palms sending electric tingles up his spine. At the same time, she pressed her massive breasts harder against his back—soft, heavy mounds molding perfectly to his shoulder blades, her hard nipples dragging slow circles across his skin as she rocked gently behind him.
Naruto groaned low in his throat, head tipping back until it rested against her shoulder. “Mom… that feels…”
“Shhh,” Kushina murmured against his ear, voice husky and soothing. “Just relax, baby. Let me work.”
She smiled at the way his body melted against hers—muscles loosening under her touch even as his cock reached full, throbbing erection in her grip. The length was obscene now—thick as her forearm, veins pulsing under her fingers, the flared head already leaking steady beads of pre-cum that she smeared down the shaft with her thumbs. She squeezed gently at the base, then stroked upward in a long, twisting pull that made him groan again, hips jerking forward into her hands.
Her breasts rubbed more firmly against his back—nipples tracing teasing lines along his spine as she shifted her weight, pressing closer until there was no space left between them. The heat of her body enveloped him from behind, her breath hot against the shell of his ear.
“You’re getting so hard for me again,” she whispered, one hand sliding lower to cup his heavy balls while the other continued its slow, torturous strokes. “So thick… so full… feels good, doesn’t it?”
Naruto’s answer was another rough groan, hands gripping the edges of the yellow stool so hard the wood creaked. His cock twitched in her grasp, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the tiled floor as she worked him with expert, loving rhythm—long glides, gentle squeezes, thumb circling the sensitive underside of the head on every upstroke.
Kushina’s smile widened, wicked and tender all at once.
“Just relax,” she purred, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. “Let me take care of everything…”
She kept stroking—slow, steady, relentless—her breasts rubbing against him in perfect time, nipples dragging delicious friction across his back while her hands worshipped his cock with shameless devotion. The hot water continued to steam around them, the fake moonlight from the genjutsu ceiling bathing their joined bodies in silver glow, the bathhouse quiet except for Naruto’s deepening groans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her hands on him.
Kushina’s hands shifted with sudden, expert purpose—her strokes no longer teasing but purposeful, the precise rhythm of a kunoichi who had mastered every carnal art the Uzumaki clan once guarded. One palm wrapped firmly around the thick base of Naruto’s cock, squeezing just enough to trap the blood flow and heighten every sensation, while her other hand glided up and down the shaft in long, twisting pulls. Her thumbs pressed into the sensitive underside on each upstroke, circling the flared ridge before sliding back down, spreading the steady leak of pre-cum until his entire length glistened like polished stone.
She leaned in closer, breasts flattening harder against his back, nipples dragging slow, deliberate lines across his skin as she whispered hot against his ear.
“Cum all you want, baby,” she purred, voice husky and coaxing. “I want to feel every pulse, every thick rope shooting out of you. Let it all go… give it to me.”
Naruto’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, a low, broken groan spilling from his throat. The combination of her skilled hands and the warm, slick press of her body was overwhelming—his cock throbbing harder in her grip, veins standing out sharply as she pumped faster, twisting at the head on every upstroke.
That was when Tsunade moved.
She sauntered over from her own washing stool, water still streaming down her curves in steaming rivulets. Without a word she pressed herself against Naruto’s front—full breasts squishing against his chest, nipples hard and dragging across his pecs as she molded her body to his. One hand slid up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss while her other hand joined Kushina’s on his cock—fingers interlacing with the redhead’s so they stroked him together, two sets of expert hands working in perfect tandem.
Naruto groaned into Tsunade’s mouth, tongue meeting hers in a messy, open duel as their drool mixed and ran down their chins. Tsunade tasted of citrus soap and lingering salt; Kushina’s breasts continued rubbing against his back, nipples tracing teasing circles while her free hand reached around to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in time with the dual strokes on his shaft.
The two women moved in perfect sync—Tsunade kissing him deeply while Kushina nuzzled his neck, whispering filthy encouragements against his ear.
“That’s it, baby… feel how hard you are for us,” Kushina breathed.
Tsunade broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against his lips: “Cum whenever you’re ready, gaki. We’ve got you.”
Their hands sped up—Kushina’s twisting strokes combined with Tsunade’s firm, pumping grip—until Naruto’s hips were bucking helplessly between them, cock throbbing violently in their combined hold.
The bathhouse steam curled thicker around them, the fake moonlight from the genjutsu ceiling bathing their tangled bodies in silver as mother and legendary Sannin worked him in perfect, sinful harmony.
Kushina moved with calm efficiency, rinsing the last traces of soap from their bodies. She poured steaming water from the yellow bucket over Naruto’s shoulders first, letting it cascade down his back in hot rivulets that carried away the suds. Then she turned the stream on herself—tilting her head back so water sluiced through her fiery red hair, over her heavy breasts, down the curve of her waist, and finally between her thighs where the faint remnants of their earlier coupling still lingered. She finished with Tsunade, running gentle hands along the blonde’s curves to make sure every inch was clean, thumbs brushing deliberately over hardened nipples and the sensitive dip of her lower back.
Naruto watched them both, cock still thick and heavy between his legs, twitching with renewed interest. When Kushina set the bucket aside, he stepped forward without a word.
He grabbed Tsunade by the hips, spun her around, and bent her forward over the low wooden washing bench. Her palms slapped down on the wet cedar for balance, ass thrust high, legs spreading instinctively. Naruto aligned himself behind her—tip nudging her soaked entrance—and pushed.
The head popped past her entrance with a wet schlick, then he drove forward in one long, unrelenting thrust. Tsunade’s pussy stretched wide around his girth—lips parting obscenely, inner walls yielding with a slick, sucking grip as inch after thick inch sank inside. Her belly distended immediately—the long, unmistakable bulge of his cock rising beneath her toned abdomen, pressing outward until the outline of the flared head was visible just below her sternum.
Tsunade let out a throaty, shuddering moan that echoed off the tiled walls.
“Fuuuuck…”
She came almost instantly—pussy clamping down in violent spasms, squirting in a hot, forceful arc that splashed Naruto’s thighs and the floor beneath them. Her knees buckled slightly, fingers digging into the bench as waves of pleasure rolled through her, walls fluttering and milking him in rhythmic pulses.
Naruto didn’t pause. He began fucking her slowly from behind—long, deliberate strokes that pulled nearly all the way out (her lips clinging desperately to his retreating shaft) before sliding back in to the hilt with a wet slap. Each thrust made her belly bulge and recede in perfect time—skin stretching taut around his invading length, the head grinding deep against her cervix before retreating to tease her entrance again. The friction was obscene—her juices foaming white around the base, dripping down his balls in thick strands with every slow withdrawal.
At the same time, Kushina dropped gracefully to a squat between Naruto’s spread legs. Her hands slid up his thighs as she leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at his heavy, swaying balls. She took one into her mouth gently—sucking softly, rolling it with her tongue—then switched to the other, moaning low in her throat as the salty taste of him mixed with Tsunade’s slick juices coated her lips. Her tongue traced the seam between them, then dragged upward along the underside of his shaft whenever he pulled back from Tsunade, adding wet heat and vibration to every slow thrust.
Tsunade’s moans grew louder, throatier—body rocking forward with each deep plunge.
“Godsss~! Yes, stretch me! Fill me up!” she rasped, pushing back to meet him, ass cheeks rippling with every impact. “That cock… fuck!! Hitting so deep… making me cum again…!”
Her pussy spasmed around him once more—another gush of squirt soaking Naruto’s groin and Kushina’s face below. Kushina didn’t flinch—she only moaned louder, sucking harder on his balls, tongue swirling as she felt them tighten and draw up with impending release.
Naruto groaned, pace quickening slightly—still controlled, still savoring—but deeper, harder, the wet schlorp-schlick-slap of their joining growing louder in the steamy chamber. The steam continued curling around the trio of naked bodies as Naruto drove his length in and out of the moaning blonde.
Naruto’s hips drove forward with steady, punishing rhythm—each deep thrust forcing his enormous cock to bottom out inside Tsunade’s clenching heat. The thick shaft stretched her pussy lips wide on every plunge, the swollen folds clinging desperately to his retreating length before being split open again with a wet, obscene schlorp. Her toned abdomen bulged visibly with every hilt—the long, unmistakable ridge of his cock rising beneath her skin from mound to just below her sternum, the flared head pressing so deep it nudged her womb upward before retreating, only to slam back in and repeat the distortion. The lump moved hypnotically—up and down, up and down—like a living piston pumping an engine.
The force of his impacts sent ripples cascading across Tsunade’s full, firm ass cheeks—each clap of his hips against her sending a visible wave through the soft flesh, the pale skin blooming pink from the repeated slaps. Her heavy breasts swung forward with every forward jolt, nipples dragging across the wet cedar bench, leaving faint trails in the condensation.
Tsunade’s moans were low, throaty, and utterly depraved—voice cracking with raw lust.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, gaki! Reshape my womb around that monster cock, make it yours!” she rasped, pushing back to meet him, ass rippling harder with every collision. “I want to feel you in my guts, stretching me until I can’t walk! Ruin this old pussy for anyone else!”
Her walls fluttered and spasmed around him, slick juices gushing in rhythmic squirts that soaked his groin and splashed onto Kushina’s face below. The wet slap-slap-schlick of their joining echoed through the steamy chamber, mingling with the soft gurgle of the nearby hot spring.
Kushina knelt between their spread legs, her fiery red hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. She leaned in without hesitation, tongue flicking out to lap at Tsunade’s swollen clit—long, slow drags that circled the throbbing nub before flattening to press firm against it. Every few strokes she shifted lower, dragging her tongue along the underside of Naruto’s plunging shaft—tasting the mix of Tsunade’s juices and Naruto’s pre-cum as it withdrew, then sliding back up to suck gently on Tsunade’s clit again.
“Keep going, baby! Fuck her deep! Make her scream for you!” Kushina purred between licks, voice husky and encouraging. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy with wet schlick-schlick sounds. She moaned softly against Tsunade’s clit, the vibration sending fresh jolts through the blonde Sannin. “Listen to those groans, hear how good she feels wrapped around you… don’t stop!”
Tsunade’s moans rose higher, body rocking forward with every brutal thrust.
“Yes, yes~! Right there, pounding my cervix, stretching me so wide…! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!” Her pussy spasmed again—another gushing squirt coating Naruto’s cock and Kushina’s face. The redhead didn’t flinch—she only licked harder, tongue flicking Tsunade’s clit in rapid circles while her fingers pumped faster between her own legs, chasing her own pleasure to the soundtrack of Naruto’s deep groans and the relentless wet slap of flesh on flesh.
Naruto’s hands gripped Tsunade’s hips tighter—fingers bruising the soft skin—as he pounded harder, faster, the bulge in her belly moving in perfect time with his thrusts, stretching her body around it while Kushina’s tongue and fingers drove both women closer to the edge.
The steam curled thicker around them, the fake moonlight bathing their tangled bodies in silver as mother, son, and legendary Sannin lost themselves completely in the heat of the moment.
The three of them froze mid-motion as voices filtered in from the outer corridor—seven in total, one clear male tone threaded through six distinctly feminine ones. The conversation grew louder with every step.
“…I’m just saying, if we pool our money, getting a place for all of us shouldn’t be too tough!”
Wasabi’s voice—bright, insistent, and unmistakably cat-like.
Another voice—dry and exasperated—“Wasabi, it’s not that simple.”
Wasabi again, undeterred: “Says the girl who already lives by herself. Besides, I heard Lord Seventh lived by himself his entire childhood!”
A more mature, almost reverent tone cut in—Kaguya’s—“I would be happy to serve Lord Boruto anywhere.”
Naruto, still buried deep inside Tsunade, went rigid. Kushina’s tongue paused mid-lick along the base of his shaft. Tsunade’s head snapped toward the entrance.
The heavy sliding door opened.
Boruto stepped in first—naked, sweat-slicked, cock still glistening and half-hard from whatever had happened before they arrived. Behind him filed Sarada, Wasabi, Sumire, Hanabi, Kaguya, and Himawari—all equally bare except for simple sandals or flip-flops slapping softly against the stone floor. The group stopped short just inside the threshold.
A long, heavy silence stretched between the two sides.
Naruto slowly—almost reluctantly—withdrew from Tsunade’s pussy. The thick shaft slid free with a wet, obscene schlorp, leaving her entrance gaping slightly, a thin string of mixed fluids connecting them for a heartbeat before snapping. Kushina, still kneeling, leaned forward absently and dragged her tongue along the underside of his retreating cock one last time—cleaning him with slow, loving licks—before he pulled completely free.
Tsunade straightened immediately. One arm crossed over her massive breasts, her forearm barely covering the nipples; the other hand dropped between her legs, palm cupping her soaked mound in a belated attempt at modesty. Water still dripped from her hair and skin, steam curling lazily around her.
Kaguya, by contrast, moved with utter confidence. She stepped forward to stand beside Tsunade, planting one foot slightly ahead and striking a classic pin-up pose: one hand behind her head, silver hair spilling over her shoulder, the other resting on her cocked hip. Her breasts thrust forward proudly, nipples hard, pussy still visibly swollen and glistening from earlier exertions.
She looked straight at Boruto, ignoring everyone else in the room as if they were furniture.
“Boruto-sama,” she purred, voice velvet and reverent. “Would you like to fuck me now… or after we bathe?”
The question hung in the humid air like smoke.
Naruto blinked. Kushina’s tongue flicked out one last time, catching a stray drop from the head of his cock before she sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning like she’d just won a bet. Tsunade’s eyebrow arched so high it nearly disappeared into her hairline.
The silence stretched another beat.
Then Wasabi—never one for decorum—let out a bright, unapologetic laugh.
“Well… this just got interesting.”
Himawari spotted Naruto first. Her face lit up like the sun breaking over the horizon.
“Hi Daddy! Hi Nanna!” she called, waving enthusiastically with both arms, completely unbothered by everyone’s nudity or the lingering scent of sex in the air.
The tension that had thickened the steam shattered in an instant. Shoulders dropped. Breaths exhaled. Even Kaguya’s possessive stance softened a fraction, though her eyes stayed locked on Boruto.
Naruto blinked, then broke into a wide, whisker-framed grin. “Hey, kiddo!”
He looked past Himawari to Boruto, rubbing the back of his neck with that familiar sheepish energy.
“Boruto… I heard you were on the island. Good to see you, dattebayo.”
Boruto gave a small, casual wave, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that half-smirk he’d inherited somewhere along the line.
“Hey, old man.”
Hanabi moved first—graceful as always—crossing the tiled floor to Kushina. She bowed respectfully at the waist, long indigo hair falling forward.
“It is good to see you again, Kushina-sama,” she said, voice soft but sincere. She offered a hand and helped the redhead to her feet, steadying her with gentle fingers under the elbow.
Kushina accepted with a warm smile, brushing damp hair from her face. “Good to see you too, Hanabi-chan. You’ve grown even prettier.”
The two groups closed the distance slowly, the awkwardness melting into something more practical—shinobi business.
Boruto spoke first, arms crossed loosely. “We’ve been warning people about the chakra poisoning. The Festival’s turned the island into a slow-acting trap for anyone who uses jutsu regularly. Got most of the main districts covered—people are starting to gather near Sasuke’s stable portal.”
Naruto nodded, impressed. “We’ve been trying the same thing. Haven’t had much luck—folks are too deep in the party to listen. Your group’s done better.”
Wasabi piped up, leaning against a wooden pillar with zero shame about her nudity. “It’s gonna suck to leave, though. I mean… fucking anywhere, anytime, no judgment? Best vacation ever.”
Sumire sighed, brushing dark hair from her eyes. “It’s for the best, Wasabi. We stay much longer and the ones who aren’t Kage-level are going to start dropping.”
Naruto cleared his throat, stepping forward slightly. He gestured to Kushina, who stood beside him with easy confidence.
“Boruto, Himawari… this is Kushina. Your grandma.”
Himawari bounced on her toes, grinning wide. “I already met Nanna! Sasuke-ojii-san took me to see her before. She gave me the best hugs!”
Kushina laughed—bright, unrestrained—and ruffled Himawari’s hair. “That’s right, sweetie. This is my first time meeting you properly, Boruto. You’ve grown into quite the handsome young man.”
Boruto rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping up. “Uh… thanks. Good to meet you too… Um, Grandma?”
The word felt strange on his tongue, but the warmth in Kushina’s smile made it settle easier.
Hanabi glanced between the two groups. “We should coordinate. Sasuke’s portal won’t stay open forever, and the longer we wait, the more people we lose to the poison.”
Tsunade nodded, finally lowering her arms from their makeshift cover. “Agreed. Bath first—then strategy. We’ve got work to do.”
The tension fully dissolved into purpose. Naked or not, cum-streaked or not, they were shinobi first.
Kushina tilted her head, violet eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Boruto and Sarada more closely. Recognition flickered across her face, followed by a slow, wicked grin.
“Wait a second…” she said, pointing lazily at Boruto. “You’re the one who fucked me in the ass for that bar game!”
The words landed like a kunai in the middle of the steamy room.
Naruto visibly stiffened—spine going rigid, eyes widening, a flush creeping up his neck to his ears. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no sound came out.
Kushina waved a hand dismissively before he could even form a protest, “Relax, baby. He couldn’t have known. And it doesn’t matter anyway, we’ve already had sex ourselves, so no harm done, dattebane.” she said with a shrug like she was discussing the weather.
Boruto rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his father. Sarada’s cheeks went pink, but she didn’t look away.
Kushina’s gaze shifted to Sarada next, softening a fraction.
“And you… you’re exactly as Sasuke described you. Pretty, sharp-eyed, strong. He talks about you all the time.”
Sarada blinked, caught off guard. “You… know my father?”
Kushina nodded casually, leaning one hip against the edge of a washing stool.
“He found me right after I was revived, wandering around half-feral from the trauma of being yanked back from the dead. Helped me through the worst of it. Kept me grounded when everything felt like it was spinning apart.” She paused, then added with a smirk, “Also I helped Sasuke get a bigger dick to deal with your cock-whore of a mother.”
Sumire made a small, startled sound. “That’s… rude.”
Sarada just shrugged, cheeks still pink but expression calm.
“She’s not wrong. Mom’s a Size Queen Whore now.” Sarada admitted.
Wasabi, who had been leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed, finally pushed off and clapped her hands together once—loudly.
“Yeah, okay, all of this is VERY interesting…” she said, voice bright and impatient, “…but can we skip to the part where we have an orgy now?”
The room went quiet for half a heartbeat.
Then Kushina barked a laugh—bright, unrestrained, echoing off the tiled walls.
“Straight to the point. I like her.”
Naruto coughed, still flushed. Tsunade just smirked, arms crossed under her breasts.
Boruto looked around at the circle of naked women—mother, aunt, cousin, teammates, goddess, Sannin—and finally exhaled.
“…Yeah,” he said, voice low but steady. “Let’s do that.”
The bathhouse steam curled thicker around them as the tension shifted—not gone, just redirected into something hotter, hungrier.
Sarada and Kaguya both spoke at the exact same moment, voices overlapping in a sharp, possessive harmony: “I’ll take Boruto.”
The words hung in the humid air of the bathhouse for half a heartbeat.
Then the two women turned to glare at each other—Sarada’s Sharingan spinning lazily with red tomoe, Kaguya’s opal eyes narrowing to slits like a predator guarding her kill. They looked like two dogs circling the same slab of raw meat, hackles raised, teeth bared.
Sarada spoke first, voice low and venomous.
“I have the greater right. I’m his teammate, his equal. I’ve fought beside him, bled with him. My pussy’s been trained for his cock. I deserve to be stuffed first.” said Sarada.
Kaguya’s lips curled into a sneer, silver hair shifting like liquid moonlight as she stepped closer, breasts swaying heavily.
“You? A mortal child? I am the Shinobi Goddess, his divine vessel. My womb was made for his seed. Every inch of me exists to take him. I am the one who truly belongs impaled on his magnificent dick.” argued Kaguya.
Sarada’s Sharingan flared brighter. “You’re just a needy cumdump who crawled to him on all fours. I’ve earned every thrust.”
Kaguya laughed—cold, regal, dangerous. “Earned? You beg like a street whore. I am his whore, his eternal, divine whore. Step aside before I remind you why gods don’t share.”
Their bickering grew louder, voices rising in sharp, overlapping barbs, hips cocked, breasts thrust forward in challenge, neither willing to back down.
Across the room, Hanabi and Tsunade exchanged a single glance—silent agreement—then turned their attention to Naruto.
Kushina, meanwhile, sauntered over to where Himawari, Sumire, and Wasabi sat on the edge of a low bench. She dropped gracefully between them, thighs spreading casually as she leaned back on her hands.
“Room for one more?” she asked with a wink.
Himawari giggled and scooted over. Sumire smiled shyly. Wasabi just grinned and patted the spot beside her.
Meanwhile, Hanabi and Tsunade sank to their knees in front of Naruto—Hanabi on his left, Tsunade on his right. Both women looked up at him with matching, predatory smiles.
Hanabi leaned in first, tongue flicking out to trace a slow, wet line along the left side of his gigantic shaft. Tsunade mirrored her on the right—long, deliberate licks that met at the underside, their tongues swirling together around the thick vein that pulsed there. Naruto groaned, head tipping back as twin mouths worshipped him—soft lips kissing, tongues lapping, occasional gentle sucks on the head that made his hips twitch forward.
Wasabi, watching from the bench, let out a low whistle.
“Boruto’s bigger,” she murmured to Kushina, Sumire, and Himawari, eyes locked on Naruto’s throbbing length.
Kushina chuckled softly, one hand absently stroking Himawari’s hair.
“Uzumaki blood runs thick in both of them,” she said. “But yeah… my boy’s packing a monster now.”
Sumire bit her lip, thighs pressing together. “It’s… intimidating.”
Himawari giggled. “I like it.”
Kushina giggled, “Let’s just watch for now girls, we can have our turns later!”
Boruto stepped forward sharply, pushing himself between Kaguya and Sarada with a firm hand on each of their shoulders. The two women froze mid-shove, breasts still pressed together, breaths coming in hot pants.
“Enough,” he said, voice low but carrying the same edge that had silenced them before. “I’m not putting up with this again. From now on, I’LL decide who gets fucked first!”
He turned to Sarada first—grabbed her by the waist, yanked her flush against him, and crushed his mouth to hers in a fierce, claiming kiss. Sarada melted instantly—body going soft and pliant against his, massive breasts squishing against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with desperate hunger. Her tongue met his eagerly, moaning into his mouth, hips grinding forward so her dripping pussy smeared slick across his thigh.
Boruto broke the kiss just long enough to glance at Kaguya. He crooked a finger. “On your knees,” he ordered. “Get over here.”
Kaguya obeyed without hesitation—dropping gracefully to the tiled floor, crawling the last few steps on hands and knees until she knelt before him. Her silver hair spilled around her shoulders, lavender eyes glassy with need as she looked up at him.
Boruto reached down, fingers wrapping around one of her long, sensitive horns. He pulled her forward—using it like a handle—and shoved his cock past her lips and straight down her throat in one smooth thrust. Kaguya let out a deep, vibrating moan of pure ecstasy—her throat bulging obscenely around his girth, the outline of his shaft sliding visibly down her neck as she took him to the root. Her hands came up to grip his thighs, nails digging in as she sucked eagerly, tongue swirling along the underside, cheeks hollowing with every bob of her head.
Boruto groaned, free hand tangling in Sarada’s black hair as he pulled her back into another deep kiss. His tongue dominated hers—slow, possessive—while his hips rocked gently, fucking Kaguya’s throat in shallow, controlled thrusts. His other hand slid down to grope Sarada’s ass—fingers sinking into the soft, plump flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks as he kneaded and spread her cheeks.
Sarada whimpered into his mouth, grinding against his thigh harder, her own hands roaming his chest and shoulders.
Kaguya moaned around his cock—gagging wetly with every thrust, drool pouring from her stretched lips in thick strands—but her eyes stayed locked upward, worshipping him even as her throat convulsed and milked him in rhythmic swallows. The wet glrk-glrk-glrk of her deepthroating filled the bathhouse, mingling with Sarada’s muffled moans and the soft, slick sounds of their bodies moving together.
The other girls watched—Hanabi still stroking Naruto slowly, Tsunade smirking beside her, Himawari, Sumire, and Wasabi all touching themselves lightly as the scene unfolded.
Boruto broke the kiss with Sarada again, panting against her lips.
“Keep watching,” he murmured to her. “You’ll get your turn… after she earns it.”
He yanked Kaguya’s horn harder—pulling her down until her nose pressed against his pelvis—and held her there, letting her throat work around him in desperate, gagging swallows while Sarada whimpered and ground against his thigh, both women lost in their desperate need for him.
The steam curled thicker around them, the hot spring’s gentle bubble the only calm note in a room thick with moans, wet sounds, and raw, possessive hunger.
Across from Boruto and his two women, Tsunade and Hanabi knelt side by side before Naruto on the damp tiles, their mouths working in perfect tandem along his gigantic shaft. Tsunade took the right side—long, slow drags of her tongue tracing thick veins from base to mid-length, lips brushing the skin in open-mouthed kisses that left glistening trails of saliva. Hanabi mirrored her on the left—soft, teasing licks that curled around the underside, occasionally flicking the sensitive frenulum before sucking gently on the bulging ridge. Their tongues met at the center, swirling together around the pulsing vein that ran along the top, sharing the salty taste of his pre-cum as it beaded steadily from the slit. Naruto’s cock throbbed between them—thick as Hanabi’s thigh, veins standing out sharply, the head flushed dark and slick with their combined spit.
Tsunade pulled back first, licking her lips with a low hum of appreciation. “Your turn, Hanabi. Show him what a Hyuga can do.”
Hanabi smiled—small, knowing—and leaned in deeper. She took the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with slow, rhythmic pulls, tongue swirling in tight circles around the slit. Tsunade shifted aside gracefully, moving to stand behind Naruto instead—her massive breasts pressing warmly against his back, arms wrapping around his waist so her hands could join Hanabi’s on his shaft, stroking the base in firm, twisting pulls while Hanabi worked the upper half.
Naruto groaned, head tipping back as the dual sensations washed over him—Hanabi’s hot, wet mouth sucking him deep, Tsunade’s soapy breasts sliding against his spine, her fingers pumping what Hanabi’s lips couldn’t reach.
After a few more minutes of shared worship, Naruto reached down, fingers threading into Hanabi’s indigo hair. “Enough teasing.”
He pulled her off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head. Hanabi looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy.
Naruto turned her around in one smooth motion—pushing her forward until her palms braced against the smooth tiled wall of the bathhouse. He kicked her feet wider apart, spreading her legs until her pussy was fully exposed—pink, swollen, dripping with arousal that ran in slow rivulets down her inner thighs.
He stepped in close, chest pressing to her back, one hand gripping her hip while the other guided his cock to her entrance. The flared head nudged her slick folds—parting them easily—then he pushed.
The first inch sank in with a wet schlick, stretching her tight ring of muscle wide. Hanabi let out a long, lewd moan that echoed off the walls.
“Nngh… Naruto… your cock is so thick… so hard…” she panted.
He didn’t stop—kept pressing forward in one slow, relentless slide until he bottomed out, balls pressed flush to her clit. Her belly tented immediately—the long, unmistakable ridge of his cock rising beneath her toned abdomen, the outline of the head pressing upward just below her navel, distorting her skin into a perfect, obscene silhouette.
Hanabi’s knees buckled slightly; she braced harder against the wall, back arching as she pushed back to take him deeper.
“Fuck… so deep… stretching me, filling me up!” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Naruto groaned, hands sliding up to grip her narrow waist as he began to fuck her slowly—long, deliberate strokes that pulled nearly all the way out (her pussy lips clinging desperately to his retreating shaft, slick dripping in thick strands) before sliding back in to the hilt with a wet slap. Each thrust made the bulge in her belly rise and fall in hypnotic rhythm—the thick shape shifting upward, pressing against her womb before retreating, only to plunge back in and repeat the distortion. Her ass cheeks rippled with every impact, the wet clap-clap-clap of skin on skin mingling with the soft gurgle of the nearby hot spring.
Hanabi’s moans grew louder, throatier—voice cracking with raw pleasure.
“Yes, slow like that! Let me feel every inch, reshaping my insides… Fuck, fuck…! Your cock is so big… hitting places no one else can!”
Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him in rhythmic spasms, slick gushing with every withdrawal, coating his shaft and balls until they glistened in the lantern light. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her, nipples dragging against the cool tile with every forward jolt, leaving faint trails in the condensation.
Kushina watched from a few feet away, fingers idly circling her own clit as she leaned against a pillar, eyes half-lidded with approval.
“That’s it, baby… fuck her nice and deep… make her feel every inch my boy has to give…”
The steam curled thicker around them, the fake moonlight from the genjutsu ceiling bathing their joined bodies in silver as Naruto continued his slow, deep rhythm—stretching Hanabi’s body, churning up her insides, while the bathhouse filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their union and Hanabi’s rising, needy moans.
Boruto stood rooted for a long moment, eyes flicking between the obscene sight of his father pounding Hanabi against the tiled wall and the two women kneeling at his feet.
Naruto’s hips snapped forward again—slow, deliberate—each thrust making Hanabi’s belly tent upward in a long, lewd bulge, the outline of his cock clearly visible beneath her skin as it reshaped her from the inside. Hanabi’s throaty moans bounced off the walls, her fingers digging into the tiles, ass rippling with every impact.
Boruto’s cock twitched hard in Kaguya’s throat at the sight. Conflict twisted in his gut—jealousy, arousal, something darker—but he tore his gaze away and looked down.
Kaguya was still worshipping him—lips stretched thin, throat bulging grotesquely as she bobbed with desperate rhythm, silver hair swaying, drool cascading in thick ropes down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.
Then he looked at Sarada.
Her face was the picture of raw, wanton lust—cheeks flushed crimson, Sharingan spinning slow and hungry, lips parted on shallow pants. Her massive breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples hard as kunai tips, one hand squeezing her own tit while the other worked frantically between her legs. Slick nectar ran openly down her thighs; she looked like she was seconds from crawling to him on her belly.
“Boruto-sama…” she breathed, voice trembling. “Please… fuck me again. I need your cock inside me… stretching me, filling me… Please…”
The plea snapped something in him.
Boruto reached down, fingers tangling in Sarada’s black hair, and yanked her up into a fierce kiss. She melted against him instantly—body pressing flush, breasts squishing against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with starving hunger. Tongues clashed, wet and messy; she moaned into his mouth, hips grinding forward so her dripping pussy smeared slick across his thigh.
His free hand slid down her back, over the curve of her ass—fingers digging in hard enough to leave red marks—then slipped between her legs from behind. Two fingers probed her soaked entrance, finding her clit and circling it once before plunging deep inside her clenching heat.
Sarada moaned sharply into the kiss, hips bucking, walls fluttering around his fingers as she hugged herself tighter against him.
Meanwhile, Kaguya never stopped—her mouth still working his cock with desperate, sloppy devotion. She gagged wetly around the thick shaft, throat bulging as she forced herself deeper, drool pouring from her stretched lips in heavy strands that dripped onto her breasts and the tiled floor. Her eyes rolled back slightly, tears of effort and bliss streaking her cheeks, but she sucked harder, tongue swirling frantically along the underside.
Boruto groaned into Sarada’s mouth, hips twitching forward into Kaguya’s throat. After a few more deep thrusts, he reached down with his free hand, fingers wrapping around one of Kaguya’s sensitive horns.
He pulled her off with a wet schlorp—his cock springing free, glistening with her spit and pre-cum.
Kaguya let out a needy, broken whine, lips swollen and shining, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her mouth to the head.
Boruto looked down at both women—Sarada panting against his chest, fingers still buried in her pussy; Kaguya kneeling, silver hair disheveled, eyes glassy with craving.
“On the floor,” he ordered, voice rough. “Sarada on top of Kaguya. Now.”
They obeyed instantly.
Sarada pushed Kaguya down onto her back on the warm tiles—Kaguya spreading her legs wide, silver hair fanning out like a halo. Sarada climbed atop her, straddling her waist, their dripping pussies hovering inches apart. Boruto knelt between their spread legs, cock jutting forward like a weapon.
“Kiss,” he commanded. “For me.”
Their mouths crashed together—lips meeting in a bruising, hungry kiss, tongues tangling immediately. Drool spilled from the corners of their mouths, running in silvery strings down their chins and onto Kaguya’s breasts. Sarada’s massive tits pressed against Kaguya’s equally enormous ones—nipples dragging, sliding, the soft flesh mashing and spilling over as they ground together. Hands roamed—Sarada’s fingers digging into Kaguya’s hips, Kaguya’s nails raking down Sarada’s back—moans muffled into each other’s mouths as their hips rolled, clits brushing in teasing, slippery contact.
Boruto watched for a long moment—the sight of two of the most powerful women he knew reduced to moaning, grinding sluts kissing desperately for his approval—then leaned in.
He positioned himself between their legs, gripping the base of his cock and sawing the thick length back and forth along the cleft of Sarada’s ass. The shaft slid hot and slick between her cheeks—pre-cum smearing across her skin, the flared head bumping her puckered hole on every forward glide before retreating to tease the dripping lips of her pussy. He didn’t enter either of them yet—just let them feel the heavy weight of him sliding along Sarada’s ass crack while they kissed and ground against each other below.
Sarada broke the kiss with a gasp, drool connecting their lips in a shining bridge.
“Boruto-sama… please…”
Kaguya whimpered beneath her, hips lifting in silent plea.
Boruto groaned, hips rocking faster—cock gliding between Sarada’s cheeks in long, teasing strokes, the underside dragging across Kaguya’s mound with every pass.
The bathhouse filled with their combined moans, the wet sounds of their grinding bodies, and the slick slide of Boruto’s cock between them—tension coiling tighter with every heartbeat.
Boruto pulled his cock back slowly from between Sarada and Kaguya’s bodies, the thick shaft glistening with a mix of pre-cum and the girls’ combined slick. Sarada whimpered at the loss, hips twitching backward in search of contact, but Boruto was already moving. He aligned the swollen head with Sarada’s soaked entrance—her pussy lips puffy, flushed dark pink, and gaping slightly from the earlier teasing.
He pushed forward in one long, firm thrust.
The head popped past her entrance with a loud, wet schlorp, then the rest of his length followed—stretching her tight walls wide open, forcing them to yield around his insane girth. Sarada’s back arched violently against Kaguya beneath her, a high, keening moan pouring straight into Kaguya’s mouth as their lips stayed locked together. The penetration was visible: her lower belly tented outward in a long, obscene ridge as Boruto sank deeper, the outline of his cockhead pressing upward until it nudged just below her navel.
The moment he bottomed out—balls slapping wetly against Kaguya’s mound—Sarada shattered.
She lifted her mouth away from Kaguya’s and screamed, “YES, INSIDE! BORUTO IS INSIDE MEEEEE! AHHH, SO GOOD, CUMMING! CUMMING ALREADY! MORE, FUCK ME MORE, FUCK ME FOREVERRRRR!!!”
Her pussy clamped down like a fist around him, spasming in violent waves as she came hard on the first full stroke. Clear squirt gushed out around his buried shaft in forceful pulses, splashing Kaguya’s stomach and thighs beneath her, soaking the tiled floor. Her walls fluttered and rippled, milking him desperately as if trying to pull him even deeper.
Boruto groaned, hips already moving. “Back to kissing Kaguya,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
Sarada obeyed instantly—diving back into Kaguya’s mouth with desperate hunger. Their tongues tangled messily, drool spilling from the corners of their lips in thick silver strings that ran down their chins and dripped onto Kaguya’s breasts. Sarada’s moans vibrated into Kaguya’s mouth as Boruto began slamming into her—rough, punishing strokes that lifted her hips off Kaguya with every forward thrust.
Each plunge produced a lewd, filthy symphony:
– The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her soaked pussy sucking him back in
– The heavy clap-clap-clap of his balls slapping Kaguya’s mound underneath
– The rhythmic slap of Sarada’s ass cheeks rippling against his hips
– The squelching gush of her juices being forced out around his girth, foaming white at the stretched entrance
Her belly bulged and receded like a piston—the thick outline of his cock rising high beneath her skin on every downstroke, pressing upward until it almost reached her ribs before retreating, only to slam back in and repeat the distortion. Her massive breasts bounced and slapped against Kaguya’s with every impact, nipples dragging across each other, leaving wet trails of sweat and drool.
Boruto glanced sideways—toward his father.
Naruto was now flat on his back on a wide tiled bench, legs spread. Tsunade straddled him in a reverse cowgirl-position, facing away, her thick thighs flexing as she rode him with powerful, rolling hips. She stirred his cock inside her like a spoon in honey—grinding in slow, filthy circles before lifting almost to the tip and dropping back down with a wet slap. Her belly tented dramatically each time she bottomed out, the outline of Naruto’s cock visible beneath her skin as it reshaped her womb. Tsunade howled in pleasure—voice raw and throaty—head thrown back, blonde hair whipping as she bounced harder.
“Fuck yes! Fill this old pussy, stretch me wide! Gods, that cock!”
Her ass cheeks clapped against Naruto’s hips with every descent, juices foaming around the base of his shaft, dripping down his balls in thick rivulets. Naruto groaned beneath her, hands gripping her waist as he thrust upward to meet her drops.
Boruto groaned at the sight, hips stuttering for a second inside Sarada.
Then he pulled out of her with a wet pop—her pussy gaping, lips puffy and flushed, a thick string of mixed fluids connecting them for a heartbeat before snapping.
He shifted downward, aligning himself with Kaguya’s waiting entrance. The goddess’s pussy was swollen, dripping, practically pulsing with need. Boruto pressed the head against her folds—her lips parted eagerly, sucking at him—and thrust.
He sank in to the hilt in one smooth, unrelenting motion. Kaguya’s back arched off the tiles, a wail tearing from her throat as her belly tented high—the massive bulge of his cock rising beneath her pale skin, pressing upward until it almost reached her ribs. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in frantic spasms, already milking him as if desperate to keep him inside forever.
“BORUTO-SAMA… INSIDE… FINALLY INSIDE! MY WOMB IS YOURS!”
Boruto didn’t give her time to adjust. He began fucking her hard—long, powerful strokes that pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, each thrust making her belly bulge and recede in perfect, obscene rhythm. The wet schlorp-schlick-slap of their joining filled the room, her juices foaming white around his shaft, squirting in small bursts with every deep plunge.
Kaguya’s massive breasts bounced and jiggled wildly—slapping against her chest, then rebounding upward in heavy waves that sent ripples through the soft flesh. Her silver hair fanned out beneath her like spilled moonlight, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as her head thrashed from side to side.
The bathhouse rang with their combined sounds:
– Kaguya’s ecstatic wails
– Sarada’s muffled moans into Kaguya’s mouth
– The wet slap of flesh on flesh
– Tsunade’s throaty howls from across the room
– The soft, needy whimpers of the girls watching and touching themselves
Boruto groaned, hips pistoning faster, lost in the tight, scorching heat of Kaguya’s divine pussy—claiming her, stretching her, owning her completely under the steamy, lantern-lit glow of the bathhouse.
Naruto’s group descended into chaos first, the steamy bathhouse air thickening with moans and the wet slap of flesh as he claimed Tsunade with raw, unrelenting force. He had her bent over the edge of the hot spring, her massive breasts dangling and slapping against the water’s surface with every thrust, nipples dragging through the steam-kissed ripples. His gigantic cock—thick as her forearm and long enough to reshape her from the inside—pounded into her dripping pussy from behind, each slam stretching her walls to their limit, the bulge in her belly rising like a piston beneath her toned skin, pressing upward until it nudged her ribs. Tsunade howled in ecstasy, her blonde hair plastered to her sweat-slicked back, pussy gushing in forceful squirts that mixed with the spring water, foaming white around his shaft as her inner muscles clamped and milked him desperately. “Fuck me harder, gaki! Ruin this old whore’s cunt! Make me your breeding bitch!” she screamed, pushing back to meet his thrusts, ass cheeks rippling like waves under the impact, her body convulsing in chained orgasms that left her legs trembling and her voice breaking into throaty gasps. Naruto groaned, hands bruising her hips as he drilled deeper, the wet schlorp-clap-schlick echoing off the tiles, his balls slapping her clit with every hilt until she squirted again, soaking his thighs.
Hanabi was next, pinned against the tiled wall where Naruto had taken her before, but now with Tsunade watching and fingering herself nearby. Naruto spread her legs wide, hooking one over his elbow as he speared into her tight pussy in one smooth, deep thrust—the girth forcing her walls to stretch thin, her pale belly tenting upward in a long, obscene ridge that rose with every inch he claimed. Hanabi’s Byakugan veins flared as she moaned lewdly, head thrown back against the wall, indigo hair sticking to her flushed skin. “Naruto, your cock… it’s reshaping me, stretching my womb… fuck your little sister harder!” she cried, her pussy fluttering and clenching around him like a velvet fist, slick juices foaming at the entrance as he pulled back slowly, dragging every vein along her sensitive spots before slamming in again. The bulge in her abdomen shifted hypnotically—up and down, up and down—her ass cheeks clapping against his hips with wet smacks, breasts bouncing freely as he pounded her relentlessly. Hanabi came hard, squirting in rhythmic arcs that splashed the tiles, her body shaking as she begged for more, nails raking his back while Naruto groaned at her tightness, the hot, sucking grip pulling him deeper with every thrust.
Wasabi joined last in Naruto’s frenzy, pushed down onto her hands and knees on the wet tiles as he mounted her from behind like a beast. His cock rammed into her dripping pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her walls wide—the girth forcing her tight entrance to yield, her belly tenting upward in a dramatic ridge that rose with every inch claimed. “NYAAAH~!! Fuck me like your kitty whore! Pound my pussy!” she screamed, back arching, ass cheeks rippling with the force of his slams, breasts swaying heavily beneath her as nipples scraped the tiles. Her pussy gushed instantly, squirting in hot arcs around his shaft, foaming white at the base as her inner muscles clamped and fluttered desperately. The bulge in her abdomen moved like a piston—up and down, up and down—her juices dripping in thick strands with every withdrawal. Wasabi came hard, howling a long “NYAAAAH!” as her body shook, begging, “Harder! Breed your cat-slut! Make my womb yours!” Naruto groaned at her tightness, hips pistoning faster, the wet clap-clap-clap echoing as his balls slapped her clit, driving her into chained orgasms that left her trembling and mewling.
Over by the hot spring’s edge, Boruto had Kaguya and Sarada on the floor in a sixty-nine—Kaguya on bottom, silver hair fanned out, her tongue buried deep in Sarada’s pussy while Sarada ground down on her face, fingers plunging into Kaguya’s slick heat. Sumire knelt beside them, one hand stroking Boruto’s cock while the other fingered Sarada’s ass, her own moans soft as she licked Kaguya’s clit. Himawari joined playfully—straddling Sarada’s back, small hands squeezing Sarada’s breasts as she kissed her neck, giggling between moans. Boruto then moved behind Sarada, his cock spearing into her pussy—stretching her walls wide, belly bulging with every thrust as she screamed into Kaguya’s mound. The wet schlick-slap of his pounding mixed with their moans, Sarada squirting onto Kaguya’s face while Kaguya bucked upward, her own pussy gushing from Sarada’s fingers and Sumire’s tongue. “Fuck! Take it, Sarada… your pussy’s mine!” Boruto growled, hips snapping as he claimed her roughly, the group a tangle of limbs, moans, and slick bodies lost in shared ecstasy.
The bathhouse descended fully into orgy—steam thick with the scent of sex, moans echoing off the walls as fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, legends and goddesses all surrendered to the island’s pull, bodies joining in a symphony of raw, uninhibited pleasure.
Himawari giggled softly, her small body still flushed from the earlier excitement. She climbed down from the tangle of girls around Boruto, stepping back with a playful wink at her brother. “Watch this, Onii-chan,” she said, weaving her hands through a series of precise seals—Boar, Ram, Serpent. Blue-white chakra flared around her hips, condensing into a glowing column between her legs. The energy shaped and swelled, forming a cock as big and thick as Boruto’s—veiny, flushed pink, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It jutted proudly from her smooth mound, throbbing with her heartbeat. Himawari wrapped her fingers around the base, giving it an experimental stroke, her knees buckling slightly as a bead of pre-cum pearled at the slit. “Mmm… feels even better than last time.”
Boruto’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched, his own cock twitching in response. Sarada, still grinding against Kaguya below her, looked up with wide, hungry eyes—her Sharingan spinning slowly, capturing every detail of Himawari’s new appendage. “H-Hima… that’s… huge…”
Himawari grinned, stepping forward to kneel in front of Sarada’s face. “Open wide, Sarada-nee,” she purred, grabbing the back of Sarada’s head and guiding her lips to the head. Sarada’s mouth stretched wide around the girth—lips thinning into a perfect O as the flared crown popped past her teeth, sliding down her throat with a wet gluck. Her neck bulged visibly, the thick outline of Himawari’s cock distorting her from chin to collarbone as she took more and more, gagging softly but pushing forward eagerly.
At the same time, Boruto gripped Sarada’s hips tight. He pulled his cock back slowly, until just the tip was spreading the lips of her cunt. Sarada’s back arched violently, a muffled scream vibrating around Himawari’s cock as Boruto buried himself back inside to the hilt. Her belly tented dramatically—the long ridge of his shaft rising beneath her skin, pressing upward until the head nudged just below her ribs. The stretch was overwhelming—her walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms, slick gushing around his base in hot squirts that soaked his balls and dripped onto Kaguya below.
Kaguya didn’t wait for an invitation. She pushed herself upwards with her feet, silver hair trailing like silk across the tiles, and nuzzled her face under Boruto’s thrusting hips. Her tongue flicked out to lap at his heavy balls—soft, warm drags along the wrinkled skin, tasting the mix of sweat, pre-cum, and Sarada’s juices that clung there. She sucked one ball into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue, moaning low in her throat as the vibration hummed up into Boruto. Then she switched to the other, her hands cupping them reverently, fingers massaging the taut sac while her lips and tongue worshipped every inch.
The double assault shattered Sarada. Boruto fucked her pussy roughly—hips snapping forward with brutal force, each thrust making her ass cheeks ripple and clap against his pelvis, the wet schlick-clap-schlick filling the bathhouse like a profane rhythm. His cock dragged along her G-spot on every withdrawal, veins pulsing against her fluttering walls, before slamming back in to grind her cervix. Himawari matched him from the front—small hands gripping Sarada’s hair like reins, thrusting her hips to fuck Sarada’s mouth and throat in shallow, insistent pumps. Sarada gagged and choked around the girth—glrk-glrk-glrk—drool pouring from her stretched lips in thick ropes that dripped onto Himawari’s thighs, her neck bulging grotesquely with every plunge as the head lodged deep in her esophagus.
Sarada came over and over—her body convulsing in chained orgasms, pussy clamping down like a vice around Boruto’s cock, squirting in forceful arcs that splashed Kaguya’s face below. She pulled off Himawari’s shaft just enough to gasp and beg, voice slurred and desperate: “MORE!! GAGKH! PHUCK MY HOLES, BORUTO-SHAMA, HIMA-SHAN… SHTUFF MEH PHULL! DHON’T SHTOP!” Then Himawari shoved back in, gagging her again, the girl’s own moans rising as Sarada’s throat spasms milked her.
Kaguya moaned blissfully against Boruto’s balls—tongue swirling, lips sucking, her own pussy throbbing untouched as she felt every twitch and pulse through the divine connection. The steam curled thicker around them, the fake moonlight bathing the foursome in silver glow as Sarada’s screams turned to muffled wails, her body shaking between brother and sister, utterly lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being double-stuffed and worshipped from below.
The bathing area echoed with a primal symphony—moans, grunts, wet slaps of skin on skin, the rhythmic schlick-schlick-clap of thrusting cocks buried deep in eager holes. Steam curled thick around the writhing bodies, the fake moonlight from the genjutsu ceiling bathing everything in silver and gold as the two Uzumaki males plus Himawari reached their peak together.
Boruto was first to break. His hips locked forward, cock buried to the hilt in Sarada’s spasming pussy. “Fuck… cumming…take it all!” he growled, voice cracking into a long groan. Thick, scalding ropes blasted into her womb, flooding her in heavy pulses that made her belly swell outward in seconds—rounding, bloating until the skin stretched taut and sloshed audibly with every jet.
Sarada screamed into Kaguya’s mouth below her, body convulsing as her own orgasm detonated—pussy clamping like a vice, squirting in forceful arcs around Boruto’s shaft that splashed Kaguya’s face and chest. “YES!! FILL ME, BREED ME BORUTO-SAMA!!” she wailed, her own belly distending as his seed filled her completely, the bulge rising high beneath her skin.
Himawari matched her brother’s timing. Her small hips snapped forward, driving her newly formed cock deep into Sarada’s throat. “Nyah~! Cumming! Take it, Sarada-nee!” she gasped, voice high and trembling. Her shaft pulsed violently, pumping thick ropes straight down Sarada’s gullet into her stomach. Sarada’s throat bulged further, neck distorting grotesquely as the load flooded her—cum bubbling from her nostrils and the corners of her stretched lips in white streams. She gagged and choked, but her body convulsed in another orgasm, pussy gushing harder around Boruto while her stomach rounded slightly from Himawari’s release.
Across the tiles, Naruto reached his limit buried in Wasabi’s reverse-cowgirl ride. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed upward one final time. “Cumming! Fuck! Take it, cat slut!” he groaned, voice raw.
His cock erupted inside her—massive jets blasting into her womb, flooding her until her belly swelled dramatically outward, rounding into a gravid dome that sloshed with every pulse, pressing against her thighs and making her look heavily pregnant in moments. Wasabi yowled in ecstasy, head thrown back, brown hair dripping with sweat as her pussy clamped and milked him, squirting in powerful arcs that soaked Naruto’s groin and the bench beneath them. “Yes, fill me! Breed this kitty whoooore!! Gods, so much cum!” she rasped, body shaking as chained orgasms tore through her.
All three groaned in unison—low, primal sounds—as their cocks pulsed and emptied, flooding wombs and bellies with thick, hot seed. The women’s cries blended into a single, ecstatic wail—Sarada gagging around Himawari’s cock while her pussy gushed around Boruto’s; Wasabi screaming in reverse-cowgirl bliss as her swollen belly sloshed; Kaguya moaning beneath Sarada, her own pussy clenching untouched.
The bathhouse filled with the wet sounds of cum overflowing—dripping from stretched holes, bubbling from nostrils, pooling on the tiles in thick white puddles—as the three Uzumakis emptied themselves completely, leaving their partners bloated, trembling, and utterly claimed under the artificial moonlight.
The bathhouse fell into a long, heavy silence—only the soft bubble of the hot spring and the occasional drip from the tiled ceiling breaking the silence. Bodies slumped against walls, benches, or the warm stone floor, chests rising and falling in slow, satisfied rhythm. Cum dripped lazily from stretched holes, pooling in small pearlescent puddles that caught the genjutsu moonlight. No one spoke for several minutes; the air smelled of sex, soap, and mineral water, thick and intimate.
Eventually, the spell broke.
Boruto stirred first, sitting up slowly with a groan. Hanabi and Kaguya moved immediately to his side—Hanabi with gentle hands, Kaguya with reverent ones. They guided him to one of the low washing stools near the spring’s edge. Hanabi filled a bucket with steaming water while Kaguya knelt behind him, her long silver hair trailing across his shoulders as she began lathering soap across his back in slow, worshipful circles. Her massive breasts pressed warmly against his spine, nipples dragging across his skin as she worked.
“Lean forward, Boruto-sama,” Kaguya murmured, voice soft and adoring. She poured warm water over his shoulders, letting it cascade down his chest in steaming rivulets, rinsing away sweat and traces of earlier release.
Hanabi knelt in front, bucket in hand, and began washing his chest—her fingers gliding over his pecs, down his abs, then lower to carefully clean his still-sensitive cock. She handled him with gentle reverence, soapy hands stroking along the thick length, thumbs circling the head to wash away the slick remnants of Sarada’s and Kaguya’s juices.
Sarada, Wasabi, and Sumire had moved to their own stools a short distance away. Sarada scrubbed her own body with quick, efficient motions—soap suds sliding over her massive breasts and down her toned stomach—while Wasabi and Sumire helped each other, giggling softly as they rinsed each other’s backs and thighs.
Himawari padded over to Naruto, who was sitting on a bench rinsing his hair. She plopped down beside him, legs swinging, completely at ease in her nudity.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said brightly. “You okay?”
Naruto chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Yeah… just a lot to process at once. I’m good now.”
Kushina finished rinsing herself and moved over to kneel gracefully beside Boruto. She rested one hand lightly on his thigh, looking up at him with a warm, proud smile.
“I’m impressed, Boruto,” she said softly. “To wield the Kami Chinpo with so little proper training… that’s not just talent.”
Kaguya paused in her washing, silver eyes lifting to Boruto with quiet awe. “An unnatural talent,” she agreed, voice reverent. “He broke me with it the night I was revived here on the island. One thrust… and I was his. Completely.”
Hanabi chuckled from where she was rinsing Boruto’s cock, her soapy fingers gliding along the shaft in slow, thorough strokes. “Saving the world in the process,” she added dryly, earning a soft laugh from the group.
Kushina’s smile turned mischievous. She leaned closer to Boruto, voice dropping to a husky murmur.
“We’ll have to train you more later, then. Proper Uzumaki injutsu—none of this half-measured stuff Hinata’s been doing.”
Boruto blinked, then grinned sheepishly. “Thanks, uh, Grandma… but, um… will you be a more lenient teacher than mom?”
Kushina’s giggle was bright and wicked.
“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “If anything, I’m worse.”
She reached over, giving his cheek a playful pinch while Hanabi and Kaguya continued their careful, devoted washing—hands gliding over his body with the reverence of priestesses tending a god. The steam curled lazily around them, the fake moonlight shimmering on wet skin, as the group began to clean themselves in earnest—preparing for whatever came next on this island of depravity.
(Story by User: SailorIo)