Sex on Stage

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
Previous Story (Chapter 116): [LINK]
Beginning (Chapter 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Chapter 118): To Be Continued…

 

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The balcony overlooked the dark ocean, the night air warm and heavy with salt and distant jasmine. Kaguya stood naked at the railing, silver hair spilling loose down her back like liquid starlight, catching faint glints from the city lights below. Her pale skin glowed softly under the aurora’s restless wash—ribbons of emerald, violet, and rose curling and unfurling across the black sky, a silent, living veil that made the stars seem small and distant.

 

She tilted her head back, opal colored eyes reflecting the shifting colors. The aurora moved like breath—slow, hypnotic, painting her face in fleeting hues that made her look almost mortal, almost fragile.

 

Behind her, through the open sliding door, the hotel room lay in soft shadow. Boruto slept sprawled across the wide bed, one arm flung over Hanabi’s waist, the other resting possessively on Sarada’s hip. Hanabi curled against his side, chocolate colored hair fanned across his chest, breathing slow and even. Sarada lay on his other side, one leg hooked over his thigh, face tucked into the crook of his neck, lips slightly parted in sleep. The sheets were tangled around their naked bodies, the air inside still scented with sex and sweat.

 

Kaguya’s gaze lingered on them for a long moment.

 

A flicker of something—jealousy, sharp and cold—twisted in her chest. Not the burning possessiveness she’d felt earlier in the bathhouse, but something quieter, more aching. They slept tangled together, easy and trusting, while she stood alone on the balcony, an outsider in her own devotion.

 

She turned back to the sky.

 

The aurora pulsed brighter—green bleeding into violet, a slow dance that reminded her of something older, colder.

 

She remembered.

 

The void before the island. Not death, exactly—something worse. A vast, lightless nothing where consciousness drifted without anchor, without sensation, without time. No pain, no pleasure, no warmth, only the endless, suffocating awareness of being unmade. A place where even gods could be reduced to echoes, forgotten and forgettable.

 

Her fingers tightened on the railing until the metal creaked.

 

A shudder ran through her—violent, involuntary. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her own nakedness as if to hold her body together.

 

“Never,” she whispered to the sky, voice barely audible over the distant waves. “Even if it means being his slave forever… even if I must beg for his cock every day for eternity… I will never go back to that place.”

 

The aurora flared brighter for a moment—rose and emerald swirling together—then softened, as if acknowledging her vow.

 

Kaguya exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing. She glanced back into the room one more time—Boruto’s sleeping face, peaceful between Hanabi and Sarada—and a small, almost tender smile curved her lips.

 

So long as he keeps me here… so long as he keeps filling me… I belong to this world.

 

She turned back to the sky, letting the aurora’s colors wash over her once more, standing sentinel under the dancing lights as the night deepened around her.

 

Kaguya startled at the sudden voice behind her—soft, familiar, laced with concern.

 

“You alright?”

 

She turned sharply, silver hair whipping across her bare shoulders. Boruto stood framed in the open doorway, completely naked, the aurora’s shifting wash of emerald, violet, and rose painting his skin in living color. The lights danced across his chest, his arms, the faint scars from old battles, and the thick, heavy length of his cock hanging between his legs—still relaxed from sleep but already stirring faintly in the warm night air.

 

Kaguya’s breath caught. She hadn’t heard him approach.

 

“I am sorry if I woke you, Boruto-sama,” she said quietly, voice low so as not to disturb the sleepers inside. “As a goddess, I require little sleep. The night simply… calls to me.”

 

Boruto shook his head, stepping out onto the balcony. The cool stone was warm under his feet from the day’s lingering heat. He came to stand beside her at the railing, close enough that their arms brushed.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, glancing back into the room.

 

Kaguya followed his gaze. Hanabi and Sarada had shifted in their sleep—Hanabi curled against Sarada’s side, one arm draped possessively over the Uchiha’s waist, Sarada’s cheek tucked against Hanabi’s shoulder. Their naked bodies pressed together, legs tangled, breasts rising and falling in slow sync. In the soft glow from the room’s lamp and the aurora outside, they looked almost like lovers—peaceful, intimate, completely at ease.

 

Boruto chuckled under his breath. “They look cozy.”

 

Kaguya’s expression softened, though a faint flicker of envy still lingered in her eyes. She turned back to the sky, the aurora pulsing brighter—emerald bleeding into violet, rose threading through indigo—like the island itself was breathing.

 

Boruto leaned on the railing beside her, arms resting on the metal. He looked up at the lights, head tilting slightly.

 

“Pretty,” he said simply.

 

Kaguya nodded. “It is not a regular aurora from your sun. It is the chakra of the island… shifting, melding, alive. All the energy of the Festival of the Dead, the springs, the revived… it spills into the sky when the veil thins.”

 

Boruto watched the colors swirl for a long moment, then glanced sideways at her. “We’ll be leaving soon. Sasuke’s portal is stable now. Everyone’s getting warned. Once we’ve got the last stragglers rounded up, we’re gone from this place.”

 

Kaguya nodded slowly, gaze still on the aurora.

 

“Then I will truly begin my life as a slave to your dick,” she said, voice calm, almost serene. “All of my body is yours, Boruto-sama! Anytime, anywhere, in any way you desire. No romance. No entanglements. Just use. Whenever you wish.”

 

Boruto rubbed the back of his head, a nervous chuckle escaping him.

 

“Yeah, uh… thanks. I’m gonna need you a lot, especially after Mom and Grandma’s injutsu training starts. They’re both scary good at making me hold back.”

 

Kaguya turned to him fully then, opal colored eyes meeting his blue ones. A small, almost tender smile curved her lips—the first truly unguarded one he’d seen from her.

 

“I will endure whatever they teach you,” she said softly. “And when you are ready… I will be waiting. Always.”

 

She reached out, resting one hand lightly on his forearm—cool fingers against his warm skin.

 

Boruto glanced back through the open sliding door into the dimly lit hotel room. The soft glow from a bedside lamp spilled across the bed, illuminating Hanabi and Sarada tangled together in sleep. Hanabi had shifted in the night—her cheek now pillowed on Sarada’s massive breasts, one arm draped possessively across Sarada’s waist while Sarada’s hand rested lightly on Hanabi’s hip. Their naked bodies pressed close, legs entwined, breathing slow and even. The sight was unexpectedly tender—two fierce kunoichi softened by exhaustion and trust.

 

Boruto chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond. “They look… peaceful,” he murmured.

 

He turned back to Kaguya. She stood at the railing, silver hair catching the aurora’s shifting colors—emerald, violet, rose—painting her pale skin in living light. Her body was a vision of divine perfection: full breasts rising and falling gently with each breath, nipples hard in the warm night air, hips curving into long, toned legs that ended in bare feet on the cool stone. The sight made his cock stir—thickening, lengthening slightly, the head already glistening as blood rushed south.

 

Kaguya noticed immediately. Her opal colored eyes flicked downward, pupils dilating with hunger. Without a word she sank gracefully to her knees before him, silver hair pooling around her like spilled moonlight on the balcony floor. Her hands rose—gentle, reverent—and wrapped around his hardening shaft. Both palms together could barely encircle the girth; she stroked once, twice, feeling him swell thicker and longer in her grasp.

 

A soft, needy moan escaped her lips as she leaned in. Her mouth opened wide—lips stretching thin around the flared head—and she took him in one slow, deliberate glide. The entire length disappeared down her throat—her neck bulging grotesquely, the thick outline of his cock sliding visibly from lips past her collarbone, distorting her elegant throat into something obscene and beautiful. She moaned again—deep, vibrating bliss humming straight into his shaft—eyes fluttering shut as tears of pleasure welled at the corners.

 

Boruto groaned, hips twitching forward. His hands moved to her horns—fingers wrapping tightly around the long, sensitive lengths like handlebars. The moment he gripped them, Kaguya shuddered violently—her horns were hypersensitive, the pressure sending jolts of white-hot ecstasy straight to her core. Her pussy clenched hard, slick dripping down her inner thighs in slow, shining trails as she began to suck with desperate devotion.

 

Boruto slowly began to fuck her mouth and throat—pulling her head forward by the horns, then guiding her back, setting a steady, deep rhythm. Each thrust made her throat expand and contract visibly—the bulge traveling up and down her neck like a living thing, skin stretching taut as the head lodged deep in her esophagus. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips in thick, glistening ropes, cascading down her chin and dripping onto her heavy breasts, making her nipples glisten. She gagged wetly—glrk-glrk-glrk—but never pulled away, only moaned louder, throat working in rhythmic swallows that milked him like a second pussy.

 

“Fuck… Kaguya…” Boruto groaned, hips rocking forward, horns gripped tight as he used them to control her pace—deep, slow thrusts that let her feel every inch sliding in and out.

 

Kaguya’s hands came up—one cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently, fingers massaging the taut skin; the other stroking what little of the base she couldn’t swallow, twisting in time with her bobs. Her cheeks hollowed on every upstroke, tongue swirling frantically along the underside, lapping at the slit to catch every bead of pre-cum. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara running in faint black trails, but her expression was pure, worshipful ecstasy—eyes half-lidded, lashes fluttering, completely lost in the act of serving him.

 

The aurora flared brighter overhead—rose and emerald swirling together—as if the island itself watched, approving the quiet, intimate ritual unfolding on the balcony while Hanabi and Sarada slept peacefully inside.

 

Still gripping her horns, he pulled her head forward until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, forcing every inch of his massive cock down her throat in one smooth, relentless glide. Kaguya’s elegant neck bulged grotesquely—the thick outline of his shaft sliding visibly from her stretched lips, past her collarbone, all the way down toward her sternum—her pale skin stretching taut around the invading girth like a living sheath. A deep, vibrating moan of pure ecstasy rolled up from her chest, the sound muffled into wet, needy hums that traveled straight through his cock and made his balls tighten.

 

She gagged hard—glrk-glrk-glrk—the wet, choking sounds spilling from her overstuffed mouth as drool poured from the corners of her lips in thick, glistening ropes, cascading down her chin and splattering onto her heavy breasts below. Her eyes fluttered, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks, but she never pulled away. Instead, she pushed forward eagerly, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows that milked him like a second pussy, her tongue swirling frantically along the underside, lapping at every pulsing vein as he used her.

 

Boruto groaned, hips rocking forward in deeper, rougher strokes—pulling her head back by the horns until just the head remained trapped between her lips, letting her gasp and drool around it, then slamming back in until her nose ground against him again. Each thrust made her throat expand and contract visibly, the bulge traveling up and down her neck like a living thing, her gag reflex firing wildly yet only heightening her bliss. Kaguya’s hands came up, one cupping and massaging his heavy balls, fingers rolling them gently while the other stroked what little of the base she couldn’t swallow, twisting and squeezing in time with his rhythm.

 

The act alone was enough to send her spiraling. Her pussy clenched hard on nothing, walls fluttering as a sudden, powerful orgasm ripped through her untouched core. She moaned louder around his cock—gug-gug-gweh—body shuddering violently as she squirted onto the balcony floor beneath her knees, clear juices running in rivulets down her thighs. Her breasts heaved with every choked breath, nipples hard and flushed, drool dripping from her chin in shiny strings that connected her to his glistening shaft.

 

Boruto’s pace quickened, horns gripped tighter as he used them to control her completely, yanking her forward to meet his hips, then pulling her back just enough to hear her desperate, gagging whimpers before driving in again. Her throat worked frantically around him, convulsing in rhythmic spasms that milked every inch, her tongue never stopping its worship—lapping, swirling, pressing flat against the sensitive underside as more drool and pre-cum bubbled from her overstuffed mouth.

 

Finally, with a deep, animal groan, Boruto shoved her head down hard—burying his entire length to the root. The tip of his cock pressed firmly into the pit of her stomach, the pressure unmistakable as her throat and esophagus stretched to their absolute limit around him.

 

Then he came, hard!

 

Thick, hot ropes of his seed blasted straight into her stomach in heavy, unrelenting pulses, gallons of hot cum flooding her in seconds. Her eyes rolled back completely, a long, muffled wail of ecstasy vibrating around his pulsing shaft as another shattering orgasm tore through her, her pussy gushing in continuous streams onto the balcony floor while she swallowed desperately, throat working to take every drop he gave her.

 

Boruto held her there through the flood—horns gripped tight, cock buried to the hilt—groaning in deep satisfaction as he emptied himself completely into the divine goddess kneeling before him.

 

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The morning light filtered softly through the hotel room’s large windows, painting the space in warm gold. Boruto stepped out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped low around his hips, another draped over his shoulders as he rubbed his damp blond hair dry. Steam trailed behind him, carrying the clean scent of soap and shampoo. His body still glistened faintly with water droplets that traced paths down his toned chest and abs.

 

He paused when he saw the scene at the table.

 

Kaguya, Sarada, and Hanabi were already seated around the circular dining table, which was now heavily laden with a lavish breakfast spread: stacks of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, bowls of fresh tropical fruit, plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, steaming baskets of pastries, and tall glasses of chilled orange juice and coffee milk. The three women were still naked, their bodies relaxed and glowing in the morning light—Kaguya’s silver hair cascading down her back, Sarada’s dark locks tousled from sleep, Hanabi’s soft brown strands neatly brushed over one shoulder.

 

Boruto tossed the towel from his hair onto a nearby chair and grinned.

 

“Morning,” he said, voice still a little rough from sleep. He looked at Hanabi. “So… where should we head first this morning?”

 

Hanabi took a sip of her coffee milk, then set the glass down with a soft clink. She leaned back slightly, crossing her legs under the table as she considered.

 

“We should check on Sasuke first,” she suggested calmly. “Make sure the portal is still stable and see if he’s managed to gather up any more people on his end. After that, we can sweep the western districts again—see who else we can find and warn before the chakra poisoning gets worse.”

 

Boruto nodded, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, that makes sense. Sasuke’s probably been working all night.”

 

Kaguya delicately speared a piece of fruit with a fork, her movements elegant even while naked. “I will accompany you, Boruto-sama. My presence may help convince any… hesitant revived shinobi.”

 

Sarada glanced at Kaguya, then back to Boruto, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks from the previous night’s activities. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

 

Boruto smiled at the three of them, the easy domesticity of the moment feeling strangely normal despite everything.

 

“Alright. Eat up first—we’ll need the energy. Then we move.”

 

He pulled out a chair and sat down, the towel around his waist shifting slightly as he reached for a plate. The four of them settled into a quiet breakfast, the morning sun warming the room while plans for the day—and the looming evacuation—hung in the air between them.

 

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The group finished their breakfast in a comfortable, if slightly charged, silence. Once everyone was full and the plates cleared, they gathered their few belongings and left the hotel room, stepping out into the bright morning light of Ranko Island.

 

The lobby was surprisingly quiet for the time of day. Most guests were still recovering from the previous night’s excesses. As they approached the front desk to check out, they nearly walked straight into Tenten.

 

She was dressed in nothing but a tiny black thong bikini bottom that disappeared between her firm ass cheeks and a pair of simple sandals. The rest of her body was completely naked—toned arms and legs, flat stomach, and especially her breasts. Tenten’s tits were huge, each one noticeably larger than her own head, heavy and round with a natural bounce that drew the eye immediately. Her nipples were a soft pink, already slightly stiffened by the cool lobby air.

 

Boruto’s gaze lingered for a second longer than it should have.

 

Sarada noticed instantly. Her hand shot up, grabbing his ear and giving it a sharp, painful tug.

 

“Ow!” Boruto yelped, flinching.

 

Sarada’s voice was low and irritated. “You have three naked girls with you right now, two more waiting back in Konoha, and probably your sister and mom joining the list soon enough… and you’re still staring at other girls?”

 

Hanabi couldn’t help but giggle, covering her mouth with one hand. “He’s just a healthy young man, Sarada. Cut him some slack.” she told Sarada before calling over to Tenten.

 

Tenten turned at the sound of her name being called. Her face brightened when she saw the group.

 

“Boruto! Sarada! Hanabi!” She walked over, her massive breasts jiggling noticeably with each step. “I’m glad to see everyone’s doing alright. You all look… well-rested.”

 

She gave them a quick once-over, clearly noticing their nudity but not commenting on it—standard for the island by now.

 

“What are you guys up to?” Tenten asked, tilting her head.

 

Boruto rubbed his sore ear, still blushing faintly. He then spent the next few minutes explaining the current situation to Tenten about the Chakra poisoning faced by every shinobi on the island. To his surprise, she took it remarkably well. “So, yeah… We’re trying to get everyone evacuated before the chakra poisoning gets any worse. Sasuke’s got a stable portal ready to go near the center of the island.”

 

Tenten nodded, adjusting the small bag slung over her shoulder. “Just checked out. Figured I’d head toward the central plaza and see one of the shows in the local theater. I’ve seen a good number of other shinobi there on other nights, so you might wanna try there next. How about we head there together?”

 

The group exchanged quick glances. Hanabi gave a small nod.

 

“Sure,” Boruto said. “The more the merrier.”

 

As they started walking out of the lobby together, Sarada shot Boruto one last warning look—though the corner of her mouth twitched with reluctant amusement. Tenten fell into step beside them, her huge breasts bouncing gently with each stride, completely unbothered by the attention.

 

The morning sun warmed their skin as they stepped outside, the island already buzzing with its usual chaotic energy—another day of pleasure, warning, and the slow race against the Festival’s hidden poison.

 

The group followed Tenten through the winding streets until they reached a striking building that dominated the skyline: a massive opera house designed to look like a series of enormous white sails caught in the wind. Its curved, flowing architecture gleamed under the morning sun, giving the impression that the entire structure was billowing forward, ready to take flight.

 

Before they could enter, a female employee stationed at the grand entrance stepped forward with a polite but firm smile. She was a striking woman with short pink hair, tanned skin, and sharp golden eyes.

 

“Apologies,” she said, “but we do ask that the women wear some form of panties while inside. It helps keep the seats at least somewhat sanitary.”

 

She produced several thong bikini bottoms from a small basket beside her. Tenten, already wearing her own, simply waved and stepped through. The employee handed the others:

 

– A red thong to Sarada
– A white thong to Hanabi
– A camouflage-patterned thong to Kaguya

 

The women slipped them on quickly. The thongs were minimal thin strings that disappeared between their ass cheeks, the front panels barely covering anything. Sarada’s red one contrasted sharply with her pale skin, Hanabi’s white one looked almost innocent against her elegant frame, and Kaguya’s camouflage somehow made her look even more dangerously alluring.

 

Once properly “dressed,” they were allowed inside.

 

The interior was grand and opulent—velvet seats, gilded balconies, and crystal chandeliers that caught the light beautifully. They quickly spotted several shinobi from other villages: a group from Suna, a few from Kumo, and a small cluster from the Hidden Mist. Boruto’s group approached them one by one, delivering the warning about the toxic chakra buildup during the Festival.

 

Most reacted with alarm and left immediately, heading to gather their belongings and head to the extraction point where Sasuke awaited. A few others thanked them for the information but chose to stay a little longer, saying they had loose ends to tie up or simply wanted one last night of indulgence before departing.

 

With their task in this building complete, Tenten stretched her arms above her head, her massive breasts jiggling slightly with the motion.

 

“Well, since we’re here and we’ll be leaving the island soon anyway… why don’t we look around a bit? Might as well see what this place has to offer before we go.”

 

Boruto nodded. “Yeah, good idea. Lead the way.”

 

They began to explore the sprawling opera house. The architecture inside was just as impressive as the exterior—sweeping staircases, private boxes with plush seating, and multiple performance halls. Eventually, their wandering brought them to one of the main theaters. It was currently empty, the stage vast and open, the heavy red curtains drawn back to reveal a polished wooden floor that gleamed under the house lights.

 

The group stepped out onto the stage, the space feeling strangely intimate despite its size. The rows of empty seats stretched out before them like silent witnesses.

 

Tenten spun slowly in place, arms outstretched. “Not bad, huh? Imagine performing here… or doing something a little more fun on a stage like this.”

 

Sarada raised an eyebrow, arms crossed under her chest, which only accentuated how little the red thong covered. Hanabi smirked quietly. Kaguya remained close to Boruto, her camouflage thong sitting low on her hips, silver hair swaying as she took in the grand emptiness.

 

Boruto looked around, a small grin forming. “Yeah… it’s pretty cool. Feels weird being up here with no audience, though.”

 

The air in the theater was thick with possibility—quiet, echoing, and charged with the knowledge that they were likely among the last groups still enjoying the island before the evacuation became urgent.

 

The group wandered further onto the grand stage, the polished wooden floor cool beneath their bare feet. The sheer scale of the theater was breathtaking—rows upon rows of velvet seats stretching into the darkness, private boxes lining the upper levels, and heavy red curtains framing the sides like silent guardians.

 

Hanabi let out a low whistle, turning slowly in place as she took it all in.

 

“Damn… this place is huge,” she said, voice echoing slightly. “It’d be fun to be fucked right here, with a huge crowd of people watching and cheering us on.”

 

Sarada’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t take you for such an exhibitionist, Hanabi.”

 

Hanabi winked at her, sticking her tongue out playfully. “So long as it’s Boruto fucking me, I don’t care who sees.”

 

Kaguya nodded in quiet agreement, her silver hair swaying. “I share that sentiment. If it is Boruto-sama claiming me… I’d let the whole island watch.”

 

Sarada’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. She looked down, fiddling with the hem of her tiny skirt, and muttered softly, “Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind either in that case…”

 

Tenten chuckled, the sound warm and amused as she stepped up behind Kaguya.

 

“It’d be quite the show, no matter who it was,” she said, voice carrying easily across the empty theater. “With a stage this grand, even the dumbest performance would feel epic.”

 

Then, without warning, Tenten reached around Kaguya from behind, grabbing her enormous pale breasts with both hands.

 

“Ohh, what giant slutty cow tits!” she announced loudly, her voice projecting throughout the entire theater like a performer on stage.

 

Kaguya let out an erotic moan, back arching sharply. “UGH!!! Not so rough!”

 

But Tenten didn’t stop. She squeezed harder, fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh, lifting and kneading Kaguya’s massive tits as if trying to milk them. She bounced them up and down, making them jiggle and slap together heavily, thumbs brushing over the sensitive pink nipples.

 

Kaguya’s moan deepened, turning breathy and needy. “Ahhhn, staaahp… those are only for my masssterrrr…!”

 

Her knees weakened slightly, pussy visibly glistening as fresh slick ran down her inner thighs. Tenten grinned, continuing to grope and bounce the heavy breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers and tugging them outward before letting them snap back.

 

The rest of the group watched the impromptu performance—Boruto with a raised eyebrow and a growing erection, Sarada blushing furiously while Hanabi stood there smirking.

 

Tenten’s voice rang out again, loud and theatrical:

 

“These udders are wasted on just one man! Imagine an audience cheering while I milk this goddess dry on stage!”

 

Kaguya whimpered, hips shifting as another trickle of arousal slid down her leg, but she made no move to stop Tenten—only moaned again, louder this time, clearly enjoying the rough treatment despite her protests.

 

The empty theater seemed to amplify every sound, every moan, turning the moment into something strangely performative… and undeniably arousing.

 

Tenten continued toying with Kaguya’s massive pale breasts, her fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh as she squeezed and kneaded them like dough. She pinched the sensitive pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging them outward sharply before letting them snap back, making the heavy orbs bounce and jiggle wildly. Kaguya moaned louder, back arching, her body trembling as fresh slick ran down her inner thighs. Tenten’s hands never stopped—bouncing the tits, slapping them lightly so they rippled, rolling the nipples until they throbbed visibly under her touch.

 

Hanabi moved closer to Boruto, her brown hair swaying as she sank gracefully to her knees beside him. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a small, knowing smile on her lips.

 

“Allow me to help with that,” she murmured.

 

Her hands wrapped around his cock—both palms together barely able to encircle the thick girth. She stroked once, twice, feeling him swell rapidly under her touch, then leaned in and engulfed the head in her warm, wet mouth.

 

Hanabi sucked with expertly, practiced movements—cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, tongue swirling along the underside, pressing flat against the thick central vein. Her throat relaxed smoothly, allowing more and more of his length to slide in until her nose nearly brushed his pubic bone. The bulge in her neck was immediate and obscene—the thick outline of his cock sliding visibly down her throat, stretching the pale skin taut as it reached deeper. She moaned around him, the vibration humming straight into his shaft, making his balls tighten.

 

“Ahhhn, nee-chan…!” Boruto groaned softly.

 

She began to bob—slow at first, then faster—head moving in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Each downward glide forced her throat to expand around his girth, the bulge traveling visibly from her lips to her collarbone and beyond. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening strands, cascading down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, making her skin glisten. She gagged softly on the deeper strokes—glrk-glrk—but never pulled away, only sucked harder, tongue working frantically to pleasure every inch.

 

Her hands stroked whatever wasn’t in her mouth at the time—twisting at the base, fingers massaging the thick root while her thumbs pressed into the sensitive underside on every upstroke. She hummed again, the low vibration traveling through his entire length as she took him as deep as she could, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows that milked him like a second pussy.

 

Sarada watched with flushed cheeks, arms crossed tightly under her chest. “Hey! Hanabi, you’re jumping ahead of me again!” she complained.

 

Hanabi ignored her completely. Her eyes stayed half-lidded in concentration, focused entirely on Boruto as she continued to suck him off with devoted, expert skill—head bobbing faster now, throat bulging rhythmically, drool running in rivers down her chin and chest as she worshiped his cock without pause.

 

Boruto groaned, one hand resting lightly on the back of Hanabi’s head, fingers threading through her brown hair as he savored the wet heat and tight suction of her throat. The rest of the group watched in heated silence, the air thick with the wet sounds of Hanabi’s blowjob and the soft, needy whimpers still coming from Kaguya as Tenten continued toying with her breasts.

 

Boruto looked down at Hanabi, his voice rough with pleasure as he groaned, “Ahhhn, yeah, don’t stop nee-chan, dattebasa…”

 

Hanabi hummed around his cock in response, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft as she continued sucking with expert devotion. Her head bobbed steadily as she took him deeper, throat bulging visibly with every downward motion. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips in thick, glistening strands, cascading down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, making her skin shine.

 

Sarada watched from the side, clearly jealous—her Sharingan spinning slowly, cheeks flushed deep pink. One hand groped her own massive breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and pinching the rock hard nipple, while the other rubbed frantically at her pussy through the thin red bikini bottom, the fabric already dark with her arousal.

 

Boruto beckoned her closer with a wave of his hand. Sarada stepped forward immediately. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side, and kissed her passionately. Sarada melted into it with a blissful moan, arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back—tongues sliding together, wet and hungry. Her massive breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and dragging across his skin while Hanabi continued the blowjob below, her head bobbing rhythmically, wet glrk-glrk sounds mixing with their shared moans.

 

After several long moments, Boruto broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Kneel next to Hanabi,” he ordered softly.

 

Sarada obeyed at once, dropping to her knees beside the Hyuga heiress. Both women looked up at him with hungry eyes before leaning in together. They took turns sucking his cock eagerly—Hanabi swallowing him deep, throat bulging as she took half his length in smooth glides, then pulling off with a wet pop so Sarada could dive in. Sarada sucked with desperate hunger, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling frantically around the head before pushing forward to take him as deep as she could, gagging softly but never stopping. They passed him back and forth—lips meeting around his shaft in sloppy, shared kisses, tongues licking along the sides, drool mixing and running down their chins onto their breasts.

 

Boruto groaned, one hand resting on Sarada’s head, the other on Hanabi’s, guiding them gently as he watched Tenten and Kaguya a few feet away.

 

“Kaguya,” he commanded, voice low and rough, “eat Tenten’s pussy.”

 

Kaguya’s eyes lit up with immediate obedience. She dropped gracefully to her knees in front of Tenten, silver hair cascading down her back. Her hands reached up, hooking her fingers into the thin straps of Tenten’s thong and pulling it down slowly, revealing the other woman’s smooth, glistening pussy. Kaguya leaned in without hesitation, burying her face between Tenten’s thighs. Her long tongue slid out, dragging a slow, firm lick from entrance to clit before shoving deep inside Tenten’s cunt—thrusting in and out with wet, obscene sounds, nose pressing against her clit as she devoured her eagerly.

 

Tenten moaned loudly, one hand tangling in Kaguya’s silver hair, hips rolling forward to grind against the goddess’s face. “Fuck… yes, just like that!”

 

Kaguya moaned into her pussy, the vibration making Tenten’s thighs tremble as the Rabbit Goddess licked and sucked with devoted fervor—tongue curling inside her, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard, then plunging back in deep, her own arousal dripping down her thighs from the act alone.

 

Boruto watched the scene, groaning as Sarada and Hanabi continued taking turns sucking his cock—wet mouths, swirling tongues, and eager moans surrounding him while Kaguya ate Tenten out with shameless hunger just a few feet away. The theater stage had become a private haven of pure, unfiltered lust.

 

Boruto savored the dual blowjobs for several long, indulgent minutes, groaning deeply as Hanabi and Sarada took turns worshipping his cock with eager, sloppy devotion.

 

Hanabi would swallow him deep—her throat bulging visibly as she took half his massive length in smooth, practiced movements, her tongue swirling along the underside. Drool cascaded from her stretched lips in thick, glistening ropes, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Then she would pull off with a wet ‘pop’, passing him to Sarada, who dove in with desperate hunger—lips stretching thin around his girth, gagging softly as she forced him deeper, her Sharingan spinning lazily with lust. Sarada’s head bobbed frantically, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows, more drool pouring from her mouth in shiny strands that splattered across her massive tits and the floor below.

 

Finally, during Sarada’s turn, Boruto gently but firmly pulled her off his cock. She made a plaintive, needy whine—eyes glazed with raw lust and want, lips swollen and shiny with spit, a thick string of saliva still connecting her mouth to the glistening head.

 

“On the floor,” he ordered, voice rough. “Both of you. Sarada on top of Hanabi.”

 

They obeyed instantly.

 

Sarada climbed atop Hanabi, their naked bodies pressing together—massive breasts mashing and spilling over one another, soft flesh compressing and bulging at the sides, hard pink nipples dragging and rubbing against each other. Their bellies touched, hips aligning so their dripping pussies hovered inches apart.

 

“Kiss,” Boruto commanded.

 

Their mouths crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss—lips parting, tongues sliding together in a wet, messy duel, both desperate to please him. Drool spilled immediately from the corners of their mouths, running in silvery strings down their chins and dripping onto their squished breasts.

 

While they made out, Boruto reached down and hooked his fingers into the thin straps of their bikini bottoms. He pulled the red thong off Sarada and the white one off Hanabi in one smooth motion, tossing them aside and fully exposing their soaked, swollen pussies. Both women were dripping—slick juices running in shiny trails down their inner thighs, their puffy lips glistening and slightly parted with arousal.

 

Boruto knelt between their spread legs, gripping the base of his gigantic cock. He pushed the thick length forward—not penetrating either of them, but sliding the hot, heavy shaft between their pussies. The veiny underside dragged along Hanabi’s clit while the upper side ground against Sarada’s, the flared head bumping and gliding over their slick folds as he sawed back and forth in long, slow strokes.

 

Both girls moaned loudly into each other’s mouths, the sound muffled but desperate.

 

Hanabi spoke through the kiss, her voice slurred with pleasure, “AHHHH, YESH, AYE CAN PHEEL UR CAWK WUBBING ALONG MUH PUSSHY BOWUTO-KUUUUN…!”

 

Sarada whimpered, hips rolling to increase the friction, her own voice thick and needy, “AHMMMMH, IT’S NOT GOING INSHIDE, BUT ID SHTILL PHEELSH SHO GUUUUUD…!”

 

The sensation was maddeningly erotic: Boruto’s thick, veiny cock gliding between their soaked pussies, the head bumping their clits on every pass, their juices mixing and coating his shaft in a slick, shiny layer. Their labia parted around the sides of his girth, clinging and sliding against him with every slow thrust. Their clits rubbed against the top of his shaft and each other, sending sparks of pleasure through both women as they continued kissing—tongues tangling, drool mixing, breasts squishing and rubbing together with every desperate roll of their hips.

 

Boruto groaned, savoring the wet heat and the obscene sight—two of the most beautiful kunoichi grinding against his cock, moaning and kissing for him while their pussies drooled and fluttered in needy anticipation.

 

Boruto glanced over to the side, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of Kaguya still on her knees, face buried eagerly between Tenten’s spread thighs. Tenten leaned back against a display rack, one leg hooked over Kaguya’s shoulder, her head tilted back with soft moans escaping her lips.

 

Boruto’s voice cut through the wet sounds, low and commanding.

 

“Kaguya… if you can make Tenten cum, I’ll fuck you next.”

 

The words lit a fire in Kaguya. Her opal eyes flashed with desperate hunger as she doubled down on her efforts, becoming almost frantic in her devotion.

 

She pressed her face deeper between Tenten’s thighs, silver hair spilling over the tanned skin like liquid moonlight. Her long, skilled tongue thrust inside Tenten’s dripping pussy—spearing deep, curling upward to stroke the sensitive inner walls with firm, deliberate licks. She sucked noisily on the swollen folds, lips sealing around Tenten’s clit and drawing it into her mouth with rhythmic pulls, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive nub while she hummed in pleasure. The vibrations traveled straight into Tenten’s core, making her hips buck and her thighs tremble.

 

Kaguya’s hands weren’t idle either—she spread Tenten’s ass cheeks wider with her fingers, one thumb teasing the tight pucker of her asshole while two fingers from her other hand plunged into Tenten’s cunt alongside her tongue. She pumped them in and out in perfect sync with her licking, curling them to grind against Tenten’s G-spot with ruthless precision. Slick juices poured from Tenten’s pussy in steady streams, coating Kaguya’s chin, lips, and tongue, dripping down her neck and onto her own heaving breasts.

 

Tenten’s moans grew louder, more broken. “Fuck! Kaguya… your tongue… ahhn~!”

 

Kaguya moaned back into her cunt, the sound vibrating through Tenten’s core as she sucked harder on the clit, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper. She was relentless—devouring Tenten with the single-minded desperation of someone who knew her reward was Boruto’s cock.

 

It didn’t take long at all.

 

Tenten’s thighs clamped around Kaguya’s head, her body seizing as the orgasm crashed over her.

 

“AHH FUCK YES, CUMMING!!!!”

 

She screamed it loud enough for the entire theater to hear, back arching sharply as her pussy gushed in powerful, rhythmic squirts—hot, clear fluid flooding Kaguya’s mouth and face. Kaguya drank it down greedily, tongue still working, fingers still pumping, milking every last spasm from Tenten until the older kunoichi was shaking and gasping, legs trembling violently around her head.

 

Boruto watched the entire lesbian display with a grin, never stopping his movements as he drove his dick back and forth while it was still sandwiched between Sarada and Hanabi’s naked bodies. He groaned when Tenten cried out in orgasm, his cock twitching and throbbing between the naked women as his cum erupted. Thick ropes of hot spunk sprayed out from between their moaning bodies as both women let out orgasmic cries of their own.

 

Kaguya finally pulled back, face glistening with Tenten’s release, lips swollen and shiny. She looked up at Boruto with pure, expectant hunger, silver hair sticking to her wet cheeks. He grinned back at her, moving to stand, his cock slipping out from between Sarada and Hanabi as the two women remained laying atop one another, now covered in his seed.

 

He crooked a finger at Kaguya, beckoning her closer so she could claim her reward.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)