Sakura Uchiha was bored. Resting naked on a beach towel under the sun, she was waiting for her daughter Sarada to catch up with her. She had told her to bring Boruto along, ostensibly to help continue his “punishment” from his mother Hinata. The dark haired woman had stopped by earlier while escorting Kaguya. Apparently Boruto had done something very stupid to hide the fact that he was on the island from his mother.
In all honesty, Sakura didn’t see the problem. So she’d unknowingly fucked her own son. Big deal, if Sakura had a son as big a dick as Boruto, she’d happily let him have her pussy whenever he wanted! Oh how she wished her husband didn’t have such a tiny dick! Just thinking about that enormous thing was making her unbearably wet, which only made this wait all the more annoying.
“Excuse me, mon chéri.” asked an unfamiliar voice. Looking up from where she laid, Sakura saw a middle aged man with curly orange hair wearing a pair of goggles over his beady eyes. He wasn’t ugly per se, but Sakura highly doubted he had anything worth her time beneath his belt. Though from the look on his face, he didn’t want to fuck, so Sakura decided against telling him to get lost.
“What is it?” she asked, allowing just the tiniest edge to her voice so he would know she didn’t want to be trifled with.
“You are by far the most belle femme I have seen today on this beach.” he said through a thick accent. Sakura didn’t recognize the language he was shifting in and out of, but she smiled as she figured the jist of it. “I would be most honored if you would allow me to draw you.” he told her as he pulled out a large pad of paper and a paintbrush.
Sakura only thought about it for a few moments, ‘It would help pass the time at the very least.’ she thought before saying, “Sure, any pose you’d like in particular?”
“Oui, if you could rest on your stomach for me?” he asked, “With your feet up in the air.”
Sakura had seen the pose many times in various artwork. She nodded and rolled onto her stomach, resting on her thick and heavy breasts and kicking her feet up behind her. She then turned her head back towards him and smiled.
“How’s this?” she asked.
“La perfection!” he said as he moved to sit cross legged next to her. He held up the pad with one hand while moving his paintbrush over the paper with the other. Sakura didn’t see any paint, but every so often he would stop and wet the end of the brush with his mouth. “C’est incroyable, un si beau corps!” he said in his native language, “Ce cul, ces hanches, ce sera mon plus beau travail!”
“I hope that means I’m doing alright.” Sakura said with a smirk.
“Oui oui!” he told her with a nod.
‘So oui means yes.’ thought Sakura. After a few minutes, the artist finished his work and set down his brush. Sakura looked up as he turned the pad so she could see. Her peridot colored eyes blinked in surprise, “Wow, ah, how did you make it color?” she asked when she saw an almost lifelike painting of herself naked on a grassy plane against a blue sky.
He held up his paintbrush, “My brush converts my Chakra to various pigments, all I need to do is keep the end wet.”
“Oh, you’re a ninja?” she asked him.
“No, just an artist.” he told her, “Mon nom est Reedus Jonah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance mon chéri.”
“Sakura,” she introduced herself.
“A lovely name for a belle dame…” he said with a bow of his head, “Might I trouble you to pose for me some more?”
“Sure.” Sakura agreed. Turning to her side to allow him a clear view of her breasts as she rested on her elbow. Reedus just as quickly made another painting, then a second, and a third from various angles.
“You know, a friend of mine’s husband draws as quickly as you, though not with as much detail.” Sakura said.
He nodded as he shifted to sit in a different spot. “Can you lean forward on your lovely breasts, and hold your posterior in the air?” he asked. Sakura blinked at first, but then moved to rest on her tits, using them as a pillow as she pushed her ass up in the air with her legs.
“Like this?” she asked, gritting her teeth slightly as the pose was one that made her back ache just a bit.
“Oui oui! That’s perfect, please, just hold that for a few moments!” he told her.
“Be quick, this is murder on my back!” she said as she tensed her buttocks, making her ass jiggle lightly in the air.
Reedus’ hand was a flurry of motion over his pad, his eyes glancing up at her repeatedly as he worked. The ache in her hips was the worst part of holding this position. She’d been fucked well enough in a similar position, but those times she had someone holding her up. Sakura closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Her first time sucking a huge cock, the gangbangs at D’s nightclub, even that fancy temporary tattoo that gave her an overly kinky dream. And of course, how much better A’s massive kumo-cock felt inside her compared to Sasuke’s tiny little twig.
Just thinking about her times at D’s club gave Sakura the endurance to keep going. She could already feel her pussy overflowing at the memories. After she and Sarada were finished “punishing” Boruto, she made a note to go back to D’s club for a few nights.
“Annnnd there!” Reedus said, and Sakura fell forward with a gasp.
“Haaaah, okay, don’t ask for that again.” she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
“Oui mon chéri,” he told her as he held up his pad for her, “What do you think?” he asked her.
Sakura let out a low whistle at the image on the paper. Though she had been grimacing through that last pose, he had painted her with a rather seductive expression that just screamed ‘Come fuck me!’
“Can I get a copy of this one?” she asked.
“Oui, once I’ve painted something, I can easily paint it as many times as I need to.” he told her.
“Nice, I’ll take one of each then,” she said before giving him the name of the hotel where she was staying. Reedus nodded and shook her hand before thanking her. Just as he began walking off she heard someone calling out to her.
“Heeey, mom, over here!!” Sarada’s voice called. Sakura smiled as she turned to see her daughter walking over to her wearing a practically non-existent bikini. Walking behind her was a stark naked Boruto, well, he wasn’t completely naked, he did have a collar tied around the base of his gigantic cock. Well, more like a belt, since he was easily bigger than his father. Attached to the belt was a leash that Sarada had in her hand as she pulled him along.
Waving back to her daughter, Sakura ran over towards them, “About time!” she told her, then looked to Boruto, “As for YOU young man, you’d better not get soft on me anytime soon!” she said with a wicked grin.
(Story by User: SailorIo)