Untouched Pussy

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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The eastern side of Ranko Island stretched out in a rugged, less-developed sprawl—dense jungle giving way to rocky cliffs, hidden coves, and scattered hot-spring pools that steamed faintly under the late afternoon sun. The air smelled of salt, wet earth, and distant smoke from resort bonfires. Naruto walked ahead with Tsunade at his side, both still naked, skin kissed by the sun and the lingering humidity of the bathhouse. Kushina trailed a step behind with Himawari, her long red hair loose and swaying, eyes scanning the treeline with casual alertness.

 

They’d already said their goodbyes to Boruto’s group near the central path fork. Naruto had used Flying Thunder God to flash Wasabi and Sumire back to Konoha in a single blink—leaving behind two small kunai marked with his seal as anchors for future extractions. He’d given them clear instructions: alert the hospital, prepare triage for chakra poisoning symptoms, and tell the doctor Sakura had left in charge to stay sharp. Then he’d returned in another golden flicker, ready to continue the sweep.

 

Now the three of them moved in comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional distant moan drifting from some hidden resort.

 

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Meanwhile, on the western path, Boruto walked hand-in-hand with Hanabi. Her fingers laced through his, thumb brushing idly over his knuckles in a small, steady rhythm. Ahead of them, Kaguya and Sarada bickered like rival queens over a disputed throne—voices sharp but hushed, as if trying (and failing) to keep the argument private.

 

“You crawled to him on all fours like a bitch in heat,” Sarada snapped, Sharingan glinting with irritation. “I’ve fought beside him since the academy. I’ve earned the right to be bred first.”

 

Kaguya’s laugh was cold and melodic, silver hair swaying as she tossed her head. “Earned? You’re a child playing at possession. I am divine! My womb was forged to cradle his seed. You think your mortal cunt has greater claim than a goddess’s?”

 

Sarada’s lip curled. “Goddess or not, you’re just another cock-hungry slut begging for his cum. I’m his teammate. His equal.”

 

“Equal?” Kaguya sneered, stepping closer until their breasts nearly brushed. “You drip at the sight of him like a street whore. I was made for his cock.”

 

Boruto sighed, squeezing Hanabi’s hand. “They’re really gonna start fighting again if we don’t step in and intervene.”

 

Hanabi’s lips curved in amusement. “Let them. It’s cute. Like two cats hissing over the same toy.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, voice dropping to a murmur. “Besides… watching them argue over who gets to be filled by you is kind of hot.”

 

Boruto’s cock twitched at that—still half-hard from earlier, swaying with each step. He glanced ahead at the two women, now almost nose-to-nose, breasts heaving with every heated word.

 

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Kind of is.”

 

Behind them, the jungle rustled softly—leaves whispering secrets. Somewhere farther inland, the Festival of the Dead still raged, shinobi lost in pleasure while the island’s poison slowly crept deeper into their coils.

 

But for now, the western path belonged to them: a bickering goddess and Uchiha prodigy, a Hyuga heiress holding her nephew’s hand, and the promise of more heat to come before the evacuation began in earnest.

 

The bickering between Sarada and Kaguya escalated fast—voices rising from sharp barbs to outright shouting, hands grabbing fistfuls of hair, bodies pressing chest-to-chest in a furious tangle of jealousy and possession.

 

They shoved, breasts mashing together, hips bumping aggressively, neither willing to yield an inch.

 

Boruto stepped between them in one swift motion, arms extended to separate them. His cock—fully erect and faintly glowing with a soft golden chakra aura—jutted forward like a beacon, over a meter long, thick as his thigh, veins pulsing visibly along the shaft. The sight alone hit both women like a switch flipped: Sarada’s Sharingan stuttered, Kaguya’s opal eyes widened, and both froze mid-pull, mouths parted, breaths catching.

 

Hanabi giggled from behind him, covering her mouth with one hand.

 

“You’re getting better at using the Kami Chinpo, Boruto,” she said, voice teasing but proud. “That glow… they didn’t even notice you did it.”

 

Boruto rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks tinting pink despite the situation.

 

“I’m… not actually doing it on purpose,” he muttered. “Not really. It just… happens when I get worked up.”

 

Hanabi stepped closer, rose on her toes, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

 

“Still impressive,” she murmured. Then she pointed ahead along the path, where the jungle thinned into a small urban district—low resort buildings, open-air stalls, the faint glow of lanterns and the distant hum of music. “Let’s head over there. Check for any shinobi we haven’t warned yet, maybe find somewhere to eat while we plan the next sweep.”

 

Boruto nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

 

He turned back to Sarada and Kaguya—both still frozen, eyes locked on his glowing, throbbing erection.

 

“If you two behave for the next hour—no more fighting, no more hair-pulling—then I’ll let you both suck my dick,” he said, voice firm but calm. “Deal?”

 

Sarada swallowed hard. Kaguya’s pupils dilated further.

 

Both nodded in unison—silent, eager, almost reverent.

 

Boruto sighed, offering each of them a hand.

 

“Come on, then. Walk with me.”

 

They took his hands immediately—Sarada on his left, Kaguya on his right—falling into step beside him as Hanabi walked ahead, the group moving toward the urban lights. The tension between Sarada and Kaguya didn’t vanish, but it simmered quietly now, redirected into anticipation.

 

The path ahead promised food, strategy… and the unspoken promise of reward if they could behave.

 

For at least the next hour.

 

The group wandered through the small urban district—low resort buildings, open-air stalls selling glowing chakra-infused drinks and toys, the faint hum of music drifting from hidden speakers. They checked alleys, peeked into half-empty bars, asked a few dazed tourists if they’d seen any shinobi clusters. Nothing. Just more naked bodies lounging, fucking, or stumbling between venues.

 

Sarada slowed near a boutique window, eyes catching on a display mannequin. The outfit was eye-catching: a cotton-candy pink t-shirt with darker pink trim hugging the chest, paired with a blue pleated skirt edged in gold. The cut was deliberately scandalous—the shirt cropped to leave the entire underboob exposed, the skirt so short it would barely cover anything if she bent even slightly.

 

She turned to Boruto, cheeks faintly pink.

 

“Can we go inside? Just for a minute?”

 

Boruto glanced at the store, then shrugged. “Sure. Might as well kill time while we’re here.”

 

They stepped through the beaded curtain. The interior looked almost normal at first—racks of colorful tops, skirts, lingerie, accessories. Then Boruto noticed the details: every skirt hem hovered scandalously high, every top was cropped to bare underboob or sideboob or both, fabrics sheer enough to show nipple outlines or the shadow of pubic hair beneath. Even the “normal” pieces had strategic slits or cutouts.

 

Sarada beelined for the pink shirt and blue skirt combo, pulling them off the rack with a small, excited sound. She disappeared behind a curtained dressing area—thin fabric that barely concealed anything.

 

Boruto stared after her, brow furrowed. “Why even have dressing rooms on an island like this? Everyone’s already naked half the time.”

 

Hanabi smirked, leaning against a rack. “Some people like the tease of unwrapping. Or the privacy of a curtain… for about thirty seconds.”

 

While Sarada changed, Hanabi turned to Kaguya, who stood quietly beside Boruto, silver hair spilling down her naked back, posture regal even without clothes.

 

“You going to try anything on?” Hanabi asked.

 

Kaguya shook her head once, voice calm and certain.

 

“Mistress Hinata has forbidden me from ever wearing clothing again. I intend to comply with that command.”

 

Hanabi’s lips twitched, a giggle escaping before she could stop it.

 

“My big sister is quite the perv when she wants to be.”

 

She stepped closer to Kaguya, then glanced at Boruto—his cock already thickening again from the earlier tension and the sight of Kaguya’s nude form.

 

“How about we pass the time productively?” Hanabi suggested, voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “You and I can take turns sucking Boruto’s cock while we wait for Sarada.”

 

Kaguya’s lavender eyes lit up instantly. She dropped to her knees without a word, silver hair pooling around her as she leaned in toward Boruto’s hardening shaft.

 

“Gladly,” she breathed, voice reverent.

 

Hanabi knelt beside her, both women looking up at Boruto with matching expressions of eager devotion—Hanabi’s smile playful, Kaguya’s worshipful—as they prepared to share him while Sarada changed just a few feet away. The boutique’s soft music played on, oblivious to the heat building in the corner.

 

Boruto groaned low in his throat as Kaguya and Hanabi settled into their worship.

 

Kaguya went first—kneeling tall and regal despite her nudity, silver hair pooling around her shoulders like spilled moonlight. She opened wide, lips stretching thin around the thick head, and took him all the way in one smooth, practiced movement. The entire massive length disappeared down her throat—her neck bulging from the girth, the outline of his cockhead sliding visibly past her collarbone, distorting her elegant throat into something obscene and beautiful. She moaned around him in utter bliss—deep, vibrating hums that traveled straight up his shaft, making his balls tighten.

 

Her tongue never stopped moving—swirling along the underside, pressing flat against pulsing veins, lapping at the slit on every slow withdrawal. 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 hollowed her cheeks on the upstroke, sucking with desperate reverence, then plunged back down until her nose pressed flush against his pubic bone, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows that milked him like a second pussy.

 

Boruto’s hand settled gently between her horns—fingers wrapping around both sensitive lengths like handlebars. He didn’t yank, just guided her rhythm—slow, deep bobs that let her feel every inch sliding in and out.

 

“Awww, yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, hips twitching forward. “Ahh, that feels good, Kaguya… keep going.”

 

Kaguya’s response was immediate—muffled, garbled, ecstatic.

 

“Yesh, mashter… Aguh, guah, gug, gweh, gug…”

 

The wet glrk-glrk-glrk of her deepthroating filled the boutique, mingling with the soft rustle of fabrics from Sarada’s dressing room curtain nearby. Her throat worked visibly—bulging and relaxing with every thrust—tears of effort and pleasure streaking her cheeks, but her lavender eyes stayed locked upward, worshipping him even as she gagged and choked.

 

Hanabi knelt beside her, leaning in to lavish attention on Boruto’s heavy balls. She kissed them softly at first—soft presses of her lips along the wrinkled skin—then sucked one gently into her mouth, tongue swirling around it in slow, teasing circles. She released it with a wet pop, then moved to the other, humming in contentment as she rolled it gently, feeling the taut weight of his load building inside.

 

“So desperate,” Hanabi murmured against his sac, voice warm and amused. “Adorable.”

 

She rose smoothly to her feet, pressing her naked body against Boruto’s side. Her full breasts squished warmly against his arm, nipples dragging across his skin as she leaned down to kiss him. Boruto met her halfway—mouth opening, tongue sliding against hers in a deep, hungry duel. He sucked on her tongue possessively, drawing it into his mouth, tasting her while his free hand roamed up to fondle her breasts—fingers sinking into the soft flesh, pinching her thick nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until she moaned into his kiss.

 

Drool mixed and ran down their chins in shining strings as they devoured each other—tongues swirling, lips sliding, breaths mingling in hot pants.

 

All the while, Kaguya never stopped—her head bobbing faster now under Boruto’s gentle guidance, throat working in rhythmic swallows, gagging wetly around his length as she took him to the root over and over. Her moans vibrated deep into his shaft, eyes fluttering shut in utter bliss, tears streaming, drool cascading in thick rivers down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

 

The boutique’s soft music played on in the background, oblivious to the wet sounds of Kaguya’s throat-fucking, Hanabi’s muffled moans into Boruto’s mouth, and the slow drip of arousal from every woman in the room.

 

Sarada’s curtain rustled faintly—she was still changing—but the air was thick with anticipation, every eye and every body attuned to the slow, building heat centered on Boruto’s cock and the two women worshipping it with reverent, shameless devotion.

 

Kaguya and Hanabi traded places with a silent, graceful shift—Hanabi rising to her feet while Kaguya knelt lower, silver hair pooling around her like liquid moonlight on the boutique floor.

 

Boruto looked down at Kaguya, eyes dark with command.

 

“Let me suck on those huge tits,” he said, voice low and rough.

 

Kaguya’s lavender eyes lit up with immediate, reverent joy. She arched her back, thrusting her massive breasts forward—each one larger than his head, heavy and round, nipples already hard and flushed dark pink. “Yes, Boruto-sama… please… use my breasts however you desire…”

 

She cradled the back of his head with both hands, guiding him down until his mouth closed around one thick nipple. Boruto sucked hard—lips sealing tight, tongue swirling in firm circles around the sensitive bud before drawing it deep into his mouth. Kaguya moaned instantly—low, throaty, trembling—as pleasure shot straight from her nipple to her core. Her pussy clenched on nothing, juices dripping down her thighs in slow rivulets. Boruto switched to the other nipple, teeth grazing lightly before sucking even harder, one hand kneading the soft, overflowing flesh while the other squeezed the first breast, thumb flicking the wet, spit-slicked nipple he’d just left.

 

“Ahhn~ yes! Suckle them… claim Mommy Goddess’s tits!” Kaguya whimpered, hugging his head tighter against her chest, smothering him in soft, warm flesh. “My body is yours forever! My holes, my womb, my breasts… use them anytime, anywhere! Fuck me, breed me, drain yourself in me!”

 

Meanwhile, Hanabi had taken Kaguya’s former position on her knees. She wrapped both hands around the base of Boruto’s gigantic cock—fingers barely meeting—and leaned in, lips parting wide to take the head into her mouth. She sucked slowly at first—cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the slit to lap up the steady leak of pre-cum—then pushed forward, throat relaxing as she swallowed more and more. Her neck bulged dramatically, the thick outline of his shaft sliding visibly down from lips to collarbone as she took him halfway, then deeper, gagging softly but never stopping.

 

Her head bobbed in steady rhythm—wet glrk-glrk-glrk sounds filling the boutique as drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips in thick strands, cascading down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight up his length, making his balls tighten. One hand cupped and massaged them gently while the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach—twisting at the base, thumb pressing into the sensitive underside on every upstroke.

 

Boruto groaned into Kaguya’s breast, the dual sensations overwhelming—Kaguya’s nipple throbbing in his mouth as she hugged his head tighter, Hanabi’s throat working him in perfect, rhythmic swallows. His hips rocked forward instinctively, shallow thrusts that made Hanabi gag wetly but moan in encouragement.

 

Kaguya’s voice rose again, husky and fervent against his ear.

 

“My devotion is eternal! Fuck my holes whenever you wish! Use me as your cumdump, your breeding vessel… keep filling me, Boruto-sama! Make me yours forever!”

 

Hanabi pulled back just long enough to gasp for air, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.

 

“So good… so thick…” she breathed, then dove back down, taking him deeper, throat bulging further as she swallowed around him.

 

Boruto’s groans grew louder, hips stuttering. His balls drew up tight against Hanabi’s chin.

 

“Fuck… cumming!”

 

He erupted.

 

Thick, heavy ropes blasted straight down Hanabi’s throat, flooding her stomach in endless pulses. Cum bubbled from the corners of her mouth and her nostrils in white streams as she gagged and swallowed desperately, eyes rolling back in bliss. Her pussy clenched untouched, squirting in small arcs onto the floor beneath her knees.

 

Hanabi moaned around his pulsing cock—vibrations milking every last drop—until Boruto finally eased her off with a wet schlorp. She gasped for air, cum dripping from her chin in thick globs, belly sloshing softly as she panted, dazed and satisfied.

 

The dressing room curtain rustled.

 

Sarada stepped out.

 

The cotton-candy pink t-shirt hugged her torso like a second skin—darker pink trim framing her massive breasts, the hem cropped so high that the entire underboob was exposed, the soft curves spilling out beneath. The blue pleated skirt barely skimmed the tops of her thighs—gold edges glinting, so short that even standing still it rode up to flash the curve of her ass and the shadow between her legs.

 

She struck a pose—hands on hips, chest thrust forward, legs slightly apart.

 

“Boruto-sama…” she breathed, voice trembling with nervous excitement. “Do you like it?”

 

Boruto’s cock—still hard and glistening from Hanabi’s mouth—twitched visibly at the sight.

 

The boutique’s soft music played on, oblivious to the heat building once more.

 

Boruto stepped away from Hanabi and Kaguya with deliberate slowness, his cock still glistening from their mouths, thick and heavy between his legs. Kaguya let out a soft, petulant pout—lips pursing, opal eyes narrowing in open disappointment as she rocked back on her heels, silver hair shifting like liquid moonlight.

 

“Boruto-sama…” she whined quietly, almost childlike in her need.

 

But Boruto didn’t look back. His gaze had already locked onto Sarada.

 

She stood frozen near the dressing room curtain, cotton-candy pink shirt hugging her torso, the cropped hem leaving the entire underboob exposed in soft, creamy curves. The blue pleated skirt barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, gold edges glinting. Her Sharingan spun faintly, pupils blown wide with lust, cheeks flushed deep crimson.

 

Boruto closed the distance in three strides. His hands shot forward—grabbing her massive breasts through the thin fabric, fingers sinking deep into the overflowing softness. Sarada moaned instantly, high and needy, head tipping back as her body arched into his touch.

 

“Boruto-sama…”

 

He didn’t answer with words. Instead he shoved the pink shirt upward—bunching it just under her armpits—exposing her huge tits completely. They spilled free, heavy and round, nipples already hard and flushed dark pink.

 

Sarada’s moan turned into a whimper as Boruto squeezed hard. His fingers dug in, kneading the plush flesh roughly, thumbs flicking and rolling her nipples until they stiffened further under his touch. Her pussy drooled openly—slick juices running in steady, shining trails down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor between her spread feet.

 

“Squeeze them harder… please!” she begged, voice trembling. “I love it when you’re rough with my tits! Make them hurt so good.”

 

Boruto obliged—gripping tighter, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging them outward until they stretched long and thin before releasing with a sharp bounce. Sarada cried out, hips bucking forward, pussy clenching on nothing as another gush of her juices poured from her.

 

He fondled her for long minutes—kneading, squeezing, slapping lightly so her breasts jiggled and rippled, thumbs circling the nipples until they throbbed visibly. Sarada’s moans grew louder, more desperate—body trembling, thighs quaking as she ground her dripping pussy against his thigh, leaving wet streaks across his skin.

 

“I like it more when you let your true breast size out,” Boruto murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. “No more hiding them. I want to see them bounce like this every time I fuck you.”

 

Sarada whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes… yes, Boruto-sama! Anything for you…”

 

He stepped back slightly—cock jutting forward, thick and veiny—and pressed it up between her breasts. The shaft nestled perfectly in the deep valley of her cleavage—hot, heavy, pre-cum smearing across her sternum. Sarada immediately pressed her tits together around him—soft, pillowy flesh enveloping his length like a custom sleeve. She leaned down, lips parting wide to take the top few inches into her mouth—sucking eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed shallowly while keeping her breasts squeezed tight around the rest of him.

 

The wet schlick-schlick of her mouth and the soft slap of her tits enveloping him filled the boutique corner. Drool poured from her lips, running down his shaft and mixing with pre-cum to make everything slicker, shinier. Her Sharingan spun slowly, memorizing the sight of his cock disappearing between her breasts, the way the head popped in and out of her mouth with every bob.

 

Boruto groaned, one hand tangling in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm while the other reached down to grope her ass—fingers digging into the plush flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly to expose her dripping pussy to the cool air.

 

“Good girl… keep sucking… keep those tits wrapped around me…”

 

Sarada moaned around the head—vibrations humming straight into him—her hips grinding against nothing as she worshipped his cock with desperate, eager devotion, tits bouncing softly with every bob of her head. The boutique’s soft music played on in the background, oblivious to the wet, needy sounds of her mouth and the quiet, building heat between them.

 

Boruto stood tall in the middle of the boutique, legs slightly apart, his gigantic cock jutting forward like a pillar—thick as a wrist, veins pulsing faintly under the soft store lighting, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Sarada pressed against him, her cropped pink t-shirt shoved up under her armpits, massive breasts fully exposed and heaving with every shallow breath. The blue pleated skirt rode high on her thighs, gold edges catching the light as she shifted her weight.

 

She dropped slowly to her knees without being asked—eyes locked upward on his, Sharingan spinning lazily with red tomoe, pupils blown wide with raw hunger. Her hands came up first—fingers wrapping around the base as far as they could reach (barely half-circumference even with both palms)—and she leaned in, lips parting wide.

 

The head slipped past her lips with a soft pop, stretching them into a perfect, strained O. Sarada moaned low in her throat the moment he filled her mouth—the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum exploding across her tongue, the heat and velvet-hardness of him pressing against her inner cheeks. She hollowed her cheeks immediately, sucking hard as her tongue flattened along the underside, tracing the thick central vein in slow, worshipful drags.

 

She pushed forward—inch by inch—throat relaxing with practiced ease until her nose brushed his pubic hair. Her neck bulged dramatically, the outline of his cockhead sliding visibly down from her lips past her collarbone, distorting her elegant throat into something obscene and beautiful. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening ropes, cascading down her chin and dripping onto her exposed underboob, making the soft curves glisten.

 

Boruto groaned, one hand tangling gently in her dark hair—not forcing, just guiding—as she began to bob. Slow at first—lips dragging along every ridge and vein on the withdrawal, tongue swirling around the flared head before plunging back down with a wet glrk—then faster, deeper, throat working in rhythmic swallows that milked him from base to tip. The wet schlick-glrk-schlick of her deepthroating filled the quiet boutique corner, mingling with her muffled moans and the soft rustle of fabrics from nearby racks.

 

Sarada’s free hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, fingers massaging the taut skin while her other hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach—twisting at the base, thumb pressing into the sensitive underside on every upstroke. She gagged softly with each deep plunge—glrk-glrk—but never pulled away, only sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. Tears streaked down her cheeks, mascara running in faint black trails, but her expression was pure, worshipful bliss—lips stretched thin, throat bulging, drool cascading in silver strings that dripped onto her bouncing breasts.

 

Kaguya knelt a few feet away, one hand buried between her own thighs—three fingers plunging frantically into her dripping pussy, thumb grinding tight circles over her swollen clit. She watched with open jealousy, lavender eyes glassy, silver hair disheveled. Her other hand squeezed one of her own massive breasts, pinching the nipple hard as she moaned low in her throat.

 

“Boruto-sama…” she whimpered, voice trembling. “I need it too… please…”

 

Hanabi stood beside her, arms crossed under her chest, smirking softly as she watched Sarada work. Her Byakugan veins pulsed faintly, taking in every detail—the stretch of Sarada’s throat, the drool dripping onto her tits, the way Boruto’s cock disappeared completely with every bob.

 

“She’s good,” Hanabi murmured to Kaguya, voice teasing. “Look at her go. Almost makes me jealous.”

 

Kaguya’s fingers pumped faster, slick sounds audible as she fingered herself to the sight. “She’s… stealing him…” she breathed, but her eyes never left Boruto’s cock sliding in and out of Sarada’s mouth.

 

Sarada moaned louder around him—vibrations humming straight into his shaft—her head bobbing faster now, cheeks hollowing with every suck, tongue swirling frantically along the underside. Drool poured in thick rivers down her chin, splattering her exposed underboob and dripping onto the floor. Her pussy throbbed untouched, juices running freely down her thighs as she lost herself in the act—worshipping him with desperate, sloppy devotion, throat working in perfect swallows, ready to take every drop he’d give her.

 

Boruto groaned again, hips rocking gently into her mouth, hand tightening in her hair. “Good girl… keep going… just like that…”

 

Boruto’s hand slid from Sarada’s hair to the back of her head, fingers threading gently but firmly through the dark strands. With slow, deliberate pressure he pushed her downward, guiding her lips further along his shaft until the thick head nudged the back of her throat.

 

Sarada moaned in utter relish the instant she felt it—the flared tip pressing insistently against the pit of her stomach, the heavy weight of him filling her completely. Her Sharingan spun lazily, red tomoe whirling as her throat relaxed with practiced ease, swallowing more and more until her nose brushed his pubic bone. The bulge in her neck was obscene—long and pronounced, the outline of his cockhead sliding visibly down from her lips past her collarbone, distorting her elegant throat into a grotesque, erotic column. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening ropes, cascading down her chin and splattering onto her exposed underboob and the pleated skirt bunched around her waist.

 

Boruto groaned low, the sound vibrating through his chest. He tightened his grip on the sides of her head—palms cupping her ears, fingers splayed across her scalp—and began to fuck her mouth and throat slowly at first. Long, deliberate strokes: pulling back until just the head remained trapped between her lips, letting her gasp and drool around it, then sliding forward again in one smooth glide until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. Each thrust made her throat expand and contract visibly—the bulge traveling up and down her neck like a living thing, skin stretching taut with every deep plunge.

 

Sarada’s moans grew louder, more desperate—vibrating straight into his shaft, making his balls tighten. Her body shook with an instant orgasm the moment he bottomed out again—pussy clenching hard on nothing, squirting in a sudden hot arc that splashed the boutique floor beneath her knees. Her massive breasts bounced with every shallow rock of her head, nipples hard, dragging across the air as she lost herself in the act.

 

She pulled back just enough to gasp and slur around the head—voice thick, garbled, dripping with need: “YESH!!! MOAR! PHUG MUH MOUPH WIKE A PUSSHY!!! AGUH GUG GUH, MOAR, MOOAARR!!! GUH, GUG, GUH, GWEGH, GUH!!!”

 

Boruto’s control snapped. His hips surged forward—rougher now, faster—fucking her face with brutal, steady strokes. Each thrust punched his cock deep into her esophagus. Glrk-glrk-glrk… her throat convulsing around him in frantic spasms, drool bubbling and foaming from her stretched lips in thick white strands that ran down her chin and splattered her heaving breasts. The bulge in her neck moved hypnotically—rising and falling with every plunge, skin stretching taut as the head lodged deep in her stomach. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mascara running in black rivulets, but her eyes stayed locked upward—worshipful, pleading, utterly lost in bliss.

 

Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she pushed forward to meet every thrust, gagging wetly but never retreating. Her pussy continued to drip and clench—another orgasm ripping through her untouched, squirting in messy pulses onto the tiles. The wet schlick-glrk-slap of his cock pistoning in and out of her throat filled the boutique corner, mingling with her choked, ecstatic moans and the soft rustle of fabrics from nearby racks.

 

Boruto groaned louder, hips rocking faster, balls tightening as pleasure coiled low in his gut. “Fuck… your throat’s so tight, swallowing me like a cunt! Take it deeper!”

 

Sarada’s only response was another garbled, desperate wail around his shaft, “MOOAAARRR!!!”—as she pushed herself onto him harder, throat working in frantic swallows, drool pouring in rivers down her chin and chest, body trembling in continuous, shattering orgasms from the sheer act of being face-fucked by the cock she craved above all else.

 

The boutique’s soft music played on, oblivious to the wet, filthy symphony of Sarada’s gagging throat and Boruto’s deepening groans as he claimed her mouth completely.

 

Boruto’s grip tightened on the sides of Sarada’s head, fingers digging into her scalp as he slammed his hips forward harder, faster—turning the slow face-fuck into a brutal, relentless assault on her mouth and throat. The thick length pistoned in and out with punishing force, the flared head punching deep into her esophagus on every thrust, her neck bulging grotesquely like a sleeve stuffed too full. Sarada’s eyes rolled back, tears of pure ecstasy streaming down her cheeks in hot rivulets, mixing with the drool bubbling from her stretched lips. She gagged and choked wildly—glrk-glrk-glrk—the wet, filthy sounds echoing off the bathhouse walls, but her moans only grew louder, vibrating straight into his shaft like a living toy.

 

Her body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm—pussy clenching on nothing, squirting in forceful arcs that splashed the tiled floor beneath her knees. The pleasure was overwhelming: every gag sent sparks to her clit, every bulge in her throat made her womb throb, her massive breasts heaving with each jolt as her nipples scraped the air. “MOAR!!! GUH, GUG…!! PHUG MUH MOUPH!!” she slurred around him, words mangled into desperate, ecstatic pleas, her hands clawing at his thighs to pull him deeper.

 

Boruto groaned, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of his balls against her chin growing louder. But finally, he pulled out with a wet schlorp—his cock springing free, glistening with her spit and pre-cum, thick ropes of drool connecting it to her gasping mouth. Sarada panted for breath, chest heaving, face a mess of tears, drool, and smeared lipstick, but her eyes stayed locked on his shaft with worshipful hunger.

 

He wiped the underside of it against her face—dragging the hot, slick length across her cheek, smearing her own spit back onto her skin, leaving a shining trail from chin to forehead.

 

“Where do you want it?” he asked, voice rough, cock throbbing inches from her lips.

 

Sarada’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of slick juices dripping from her untouched pussy. “In my ass!” she begged, voice hoarse and desperate. “Stuff my ass full again… please!”

 

Boruto didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her by the thighs—fingers bruising the soft flesh—and shoved her onto her back on the tiled floor. The impact jolted her massive breasts, making them bounce and settle heavily on her chest. He lifted her pelvis high—legs hooked over his shoulders, ass raised off the ground like an offering—exposing her tight, puckered hole completely. The ring twitched in anticipation, already slick from her overflowing pussy juices dripping down her crack.

 

He pressed the flared head against her entrance—the tip kissing her hole, parting the tight ring slightly with just the pressure. Sarada’s breath caught, her ass clenching instinctively before relaxing—trained, eager, desperate for the stretch. Boruto pushed forward slowly at first—the head popping past her rim with a wet pop, her ass swallowing the first few inches greedily, the tight muscle stretching thin around his impossible girth. She gasped, back arching as the burn melted into bliss, her pussy clenching in sympathy above.

 

Then he thrust—shoving the entire length inside in one brutal, unrelenting motion. The penetration was catastrophic: her ass yielded completely, walls parting around his thickness like silk tearing, the shaft disappearing inch by inch until his balls slapped her ass cheeks. Her belly tented dramatically—the long, obscene bulge of his cock rising beneath her skin from her mound upward, the head pressing so deep it distorted her abdomen almost to her ribs.

 

Sarada screamed in pleasure, cumming instantly—her pussy squirting in a hot, forceful arc that splashed Boruto’s abs, her walls clenching untouched as the orgasm ripped through her core. “FUCK!! IN MY ASS… IT’S REARRANGING ME!!! DON’T STOP!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!” she wailed, hands clawing at the tiles, legs trembling over his shoulders. “I CAN FEEL IT IN MY GUTS… STRETCHING EVERYTHING!!! YES YES YES!!!”

 

Boruto groaned at the tightness—her ass like a scorching, velvet vice gripping him from base to tip, walls rippling in frantic spasms around his invading length. He didn’t give her time to adjust. His hips pulled back slowly—her ass clinging desperately, lips dragging along every vein—then slammed forward, the wet clap of skin on skin echoing through the bathhouse. Each thrust made her belly bulge and recede in hypnotic rhythm—the thick outline shifting upward with every deep hilt, pressing against her womb from below, her ass cheeks rippling like waves under the impact. Slick juices from her squirting pussy ran down her crack, lubing the way as he pounded her relentlessly—faster, harder, the schlorp-clap-schlick growing louder, her juices foaming white at the stretched entrance.

 

Sarada’s screams rose higher, body jolting with every plunge. “REARRANGE ME!! FUCK MY ASS INTO SHAPE!!! DON’T STOP!! MAKE ME YOUR ANAL WHORE!!!” She came again—pussy gushing untouched, squirting in rhythmic arcs that soaked Boruto’s groin and the tiles below, her ass clenching in violent spasms that milked him desperately.

 

The store filled with her ecstatic wails, the wet sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of her ass, and the soft moans of the watching girls—steam curling thicker around them as the orgy energy built once more.

 

Boruto’s hips snapped forward with brutal, piston-like force, slamming his monster cock in and out of Sarada’s stretched asshole in a relentless rhythm that made the tiled floor beneath them vibrate. Each thrust buried him to the root—his thick shaft forcing her tight ring to gape wide on every withdrawal, the rim clinging desperately to the retreating veins before being split open again with a wet, obscene schlorp. The bulge in her lower belly rose and fell like a living thing: a long, grotesque ridge stretching her skin taut from her mound upward, the flared head pressing so deep it nudged her organs aside, rearranging her insides with every savage plunge. Her ass cheeks rippled violently with the impacts—waves cascading across the soft flesh, turning pink and then red from the repeated clap-clap-clap of his hips against her.

 

Sarada screamed in unbroken ecstasy, voice raw and cracking as her body jolted forward with every thrust. “NEVER STOP!!FUCK ME FOREVER!!!” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks, Sharingan spinning wildly in red tomoe. “I CAN FEEL YOU STIRRING UP MY INSIDES… REARRANGING MY GUTS!! YOUR COCK IS DESTROYING MY ASSHOLE AND I LOVE IT!! FUCK YES!!!”

 

Her pussy—untouched but spasming in sympathy—gushed in forceful, rhythmic squirts with every deep hilt, clear jets splashing Boruto’s abs. Sarada climaxed again and again—chained orgasms ripping through her, ass clenching like a vice around his invading length, milking him in frantic pulses as her walls fluttered and spasmed. Her massive breasts bounced wildly beneath her, nipples scraping the air, sweat and drool flying from her open mouth as she screamed incoherently.

 

Boruto groaned, the tight heat of her ass gripping him like a furnace—every ripple, every spasm pulling him deeper. His mind flashed to what his mother and Kaguya had both described: the Kami Chinpo—chakra channeled directly into the penis, amplifying sensation, stamina, and pleasure beyond mortal limits.

 

He focused—consciously this time—drawing golden chakra from his core and pushing it into his shaft. The cock throbbed visibly inside her—thicker, hotter, glowing faintly with Uzumaki vitality as the technique took hold.

 

Sarada’s reaction was instantaneous.

 

Her entire body seized—back arching off the floor in a violent bow, eyes rolling white, mouth falling open in a silent scream before exploding into incoherent wails. “AAAAAHHHH!!! FUCK, FUCK!!! TOO MUCH… YOUR CHAKRA… INSIDE ME…!” Her pussy erupted like a fountain—squirting in continuous, high-pressure streams that arced through the air. Her ass clamped down so hard it nearly pushed him out, walls convulsing in one gigantic, shattering orgasm that made her limbs lock and tremble uncontrollably. Her face locked in an expression of pure, insane ecstasy—eyes crossed, tongue lolling, drool pouring from her mouth as she babbled, “CUMMING… CUMMING FOREVER…!! LOSING MY MIND… SO GOOD!!”

 

Boruto groaned, hips stuttering at the vise-like grip. He leaned back onto the tiled floor, pulling Sarada with him—flipping her into a cowgirl position without ever leaving her ass. She landed astride him, knees planted wide, his cock still buried deep.

 

Sarada took over immediately—bouncing herself up and down with frantic, desperate rhythm. Her ass cheeks clapped against his hips with wet slap-slap-slap, the bulge in her belly rising and falling like a piston as she impaled herself over and over. Her massive breasts bounced wildly—slapping against her chest, then rebounding upward in heavy waves that sent ripples through the soft flesh, nipples hard, glinting in the steam-lit light.

 

“MORE… I NEED MORE! MORE DICK, MORE DIIIIIICK!!!” she screamed, voice hoarse and cracking. “AHHH, THIS FEELS SO INCREDIBLY GOOOOD!! MY ASSHOLE IS RUINED AND I DON’T EVEN CARE! SO LONG AS I HAVE THIS DICK FUCKING ME, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS! AHHH FUUUUUCK, CUMMING CUMMING CUMMING, I’M CUMMING MYSELF STUPIIIID!! AHHAHAHAHAHA, I’M GOING INSANE, AND I WANT TO!!! AHHH, GHIMME DICK, GHIMME DHIIIIICK!!! CUUUUUMMMMINGH!!!!”

 

Her pussy continued to gush—squirting in rhythmic fountains around the base of his cock, soaking his groin, her thighs, and the tiles beneath them. Her walls clenched and fluttered in continuous spasms, milking him desperately as she rode him like a woman possessed—hips slamming down to take him to the root, ass rippling, belly bulging with every descent, breasts bouncing so hard they slapped against her chin.

 

Boruto groaned beneath her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises—guiding her rhythm, thrusting upward to meet her drops, the wet clap-clap-schlick growing louder, faster, as her ruined asshole swallowed him over and over.

 

The bathhouse rang with her broken, ecstatic screams—Sarada lost completely in the pleasure of being utterly, brutally claimed by the cock she craved above all else.

 

Boruto’s hips snapped upward with a guttural groan, meeting Sarada’s frantic bounces in perfect, punishing rhythm. His gigantic cock slammed deep into her ass with every thrust—stretching her tight ring to its absolute limit, the flared head punching past her inner walls and grinding against places no mortal cock had ever reached. The wet schlorp-clap-schlick of their joining filled the boutique, her ass cheeks rippling violently with each impact, red handprints blooming across the pale flesh from where his fingers dug in for leverage.

 

Sarada squeezed her own massive tits hard—fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing mounds, pinching and tugging her nipples until they throbbed visibly. Her head thrashed back, black hair whipping, Sharingan spinning wildly in red tomoe as she screamed in unbroken pleasure. “YES, FUCK MY ASS!! STRETCH IT… RUIN IT, BORUTO-SAMA!”

 

Her belly bulged obscenely with every deep plunge—the thick outline of his cock rising beneath her skin like a second spine, pressing upward toward her ribs before retreating, only to slam back in and repeat the distortion. Her pussy—untouched but spasming in sympathy—gushed in forceful, rhythmic squirts, soaking the floor in clear, glistening puddles.

 

“CUM IN MY ASS, PLEASE!! UNLEASH A LOAD SO THICK YOU IMPREGNATE MY ASSHOLE!” Sarada begged, voice raw and cracking. “FILL ME… BREED MY ASS… MAKE IT YOUR CUMDUMP!!!”

 

Hanabi giggled from the side, one hand idly stroking her own clit as she watched. “That’s not how it works,” she teased softly, voice amused.

 

But Sarada didn’t hear her—lost completely in the overwhelming stretch and fullness, her mind narrowed to the single, pulsing need of Boruto’s cock destroying her ass.

 

Boruto groaned louder, hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tight at the base of his spine. “Fuck! Cumming… take it all…!”

 

He slammed upward one final time—burying himself to the root—and erupted.

 

The first jet blasted straight into her guts like a geyser—thick, scalding, endless ropes pumping deep into her ass in heavy, unrelenting pulses. Sarada let out a long, wailing moan of pleasure—voice rising to a broken scream, “AHHHHN, SO MUCH CUUUUUM! FILLING MY ASS! CUMMING, I’M CUMMING SO HARD I CAN’T THINK ANYMOOORE! AHHH YESSS, MORE, I WANNA CUM MOOOOORE!!!” she screamed in ecstasy, her entire body twitching and jerking almost as if she were having a seizure. Her face was locked in a wild expression of pleasure, eyes crossed and rolled back in their sockets, mouth hanging open with her tongue lolling off her lower lip as she wailed in pleasure.

 

Then, like a switch had been flipped, she stopped.

 

She collapsed forward onto Boruto beneath her like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. Trembling, body shaking with aftershocks as Boruto’s cock continued to twitch and leak inside her ruined ass.

 

The boutique fell into heavy, panting silence—broken only by the distant bubble of the hot spring.

 

Boruto stayed buried deep, hands still gripping her hips, breathing hard as the last pulses spilled into her overflowing guts.

 

The other girls watched in stunned, aroused silence—hands frozen mid-touch, eyes wide, the air thick with the scent of sex and the raw aftermath of Sarada’s complete, messy surrender.

 

As Boruto lay on the floor, completely spent, Hanabi looked around at the massive mess left in the aftermath of it all. “Well,” she said, “The janitor will be earning his pay today.”

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)