Sakura Uzumaki 2

She dressed in cute, lacy lingerie, mint green in color to match her eyes. She had deviously worn panties that had a hole in the crotch, so that her cute pink bush was visible, and the fabric of the rest was so thin that her nipples poked easily into the fabric and every muscle and movement was visible. Sakura pulled up her stockings once last time and sauntered into the room, where Naruto was rummaging through his dresser.

"Naruto… I have something to tell you." She murmured invitingly, coming up behind him and hugging him so that he couldn't see the lingerie yet. She wanted it to be a surprise, and such a good one that he wanted to ravish her body. Without waiting for a response she said, "I'm pregnant." She didn't say it was his child, but she knew that he would think that, as Sakura was very loyal to him- and she still was, as the two missteps had been products of alcohol and rape.

Naruto let out a choked noise, too happy for words, and turned to embrace her, not noticing for a moment her clothing choice. He stepped back, beaming, and finally his eyes landed on the thin fabric, the crotchless panties, the silky skin underneath. He bit his lip. "Sakura… you never dress like this…" Sakura noticed that he didn't say it was a bad thing.

"No… I wanted to… celebrate." She smiled as if sheepish, congratulating herself on having done a good job at acting when she noticed his small erection. "Please? I'm just so happy… and I want to share that with you…" Sakura allowed a light blush to dust her cheeks, and she clasped her hands between her breasts, which made them look almost larger.

She backed up towards the bed invitingly, fluttering her lashes at him. Naruto wasted no time in stripping down to bare skin and tackling Sakura on top of the sheets. "Please… oh… Naru…" She gasped as he bit her lips, though he was very, very gentle. Usually she liked foreplay and such, but she had been so horny since the wedding, and Naruto and she hadn't done it in such a seemingly long time… "I need you in me." She said breathily, letting out a little erotic moan that made his cock harden against her leg.

Being the kind of guy that liked to please her, he immediately positioned himself and rolled Sakura on top of him. Without another word she impaled herself on his tiny erection, swallowing the meager length with her wet pussy. Naruto began to thrust, though Sakura- though she hated Sasuke- began to notice the short length of him. Naruto was under her, clutching the sheets as if intensely pleased, but Sakura was only mildly satisfied. There were little sparks of heat here and there when he did something right, but mostly she sat atop him and watched as he moved underneath her, his cheeks getting redder.

She faked a few noises because she didn't really want him to feel too useless, but finally he came inside of her- the amount wasn't much- and she slid off of him. After having such a huge cock inside of her, Naruto felt… well, it felt like he was putting a finger inside of her, though his fingers were far more skillful than his small shaft. Naruto lay back in bed and closed his eyes, and he was quickly asleep.

Sakura brushed herself off and left the room, going to a small room that she liked to use sometimes for situations such as this, though she called it her training room and it did look like one. She unfolded the small futon and sat on it, pulling out the enormous hidden dildo. She inhaled sharply as she watched it move in her hands. Sakura pulled out a bit of lubricant to increase her pleasure- Naruto didn't like using it- and covered the dildo in it. Curiously, Sakura licked it, and it was surprisingly just like a real cock. To get herself even more excited, she slid it through her breasts as a bit of real foreplay, making them bounce.

She moaned and finally removed it, dipping it in lubricant once more so that it was heavily coated, and rammed it into her wet pussy. Her legs spread as far as they could go as she pumped it inside of her, moaning out with no attempt to muffle herself- Naruto slept like the dead. Her back arched and she was nearly driven mad with pleasure- she had gotten the biggest dildo available, and it was actually equal to Sasuke's size, if not longer. It scratched and slid against places no man had ever reached before, places that made Sakura the hottest.

She let her front half fall on the bed, one arm in front of her, and raised her ass into the air. With her other hand she continued to fuck herself with the dildo, getting the futon exquisitely messy in the process. It seemed as though Sakura herself was best at pleasuring herself, as she knew by now exactly where to push and where to rub. Finally, she let out a scream as she came explosively onto the bed and the dildo. The lube had only made her pleasure hotter, and as a result the cum shot out of her for a long time.

Just as soon as she had stopped, however, she smiled to herself and began to fuck her dripping pussy all over again, the lube making it so that orgasms had virtually no time between, and she felt herself getting more mindlessly sex crazy as she did so. Sakura thought to herself, as she bucked her hips into the enormous thing, that she might as well make use of the alone time…

Hinata walked into the festival with an awkward lope- the dress her father had made her wear was hindering her stride, because she couldn't walk normally without it being hitched up further on her thighs. She grimaced, mentally cursing the pervert for doing this. She spotted her friends up ahead and, for a second, forgot that things weren't as normal. It hadn't been that long since the wedding, after all- and Hinata tried to block out everything as best she could.

But she couldn't ignore her new life anymore, as her husband- her father- grabbed her hand firmly and pulled her closer as they walked towards her friends. His hand rested casually on her left hip, though Hinata was wary. She knew how quickly his innocent touches of fondness turned into kinky versions of his perverted fantasies. Her friends looked up and waved cheerily at her, doing their best to act normally, though it wasn't easy when their best friend had married her father. Not by choice, thankfully, but still…

Hinata pulled down her shiny pink and purple toned dress as she stopped in front of her friend, which barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her father had made her wear ridiculously high heels that resembled those of a hooker, and that only added to her discomfort and made the dress shorter on her. Her friends looked surprise when they realized that Hinata was wearing so much makeup that she hardly looked like the young beauty she was- she looked, obviously, different, because it was caked on and applied with no regards to her comfort. Hoop earrings- large ones- dangled from her ears, and stockings that matched the dress went nearly to her knees.

They tried to act normally, though it was obvious they weren't really at ease. "Which ride did you want to go on first, Hinata?" One of the youngest said excitedly, as it was her first time at a festival. Before Hinata could respond, her father's hand drifted down to her ass and squeezed it. An erection began to strain against his pants.

"I know what you'll ride first." Her father said in a rough voice, panting a little. Her friends tried not to react to the horny display of affection, though it was hard. The girl who asked the question, who was still innocent, did not understand the blatant sexual innuendo. Luckily, the area around them wasn't too busy, but Hinata would have rather been in a crowded place than for her friends to see this.

The young one, noticing everyone's silence, exclaimed, "I told them I wanted to ride the wheel, Hina!"

"You mean the ferris wheel?" Hinata smiled kindly at the girl, despite the situation. It quickly morphed into a frown of discomfort, however, as her father pulled her in for a kiss, which involved his tongue being forced down her throat and both his hands rubbing her ass cheeks. Hinata's friends shook their heads and looked away, one even covering the youngest one's eyes.

"Yes, the ferris wheel… perfect." One said uncomfortably, leading the way without looking back for fear of seeing another horrendous R-rated performance. Hinata and her father had to catch up, as he was having a good time on his own. Against one of the stalls, his hand rubbed on her thigh. Hinata wasn't wearing underwear, and she knew why, but still she wanted to hold him off as long as she could. She ran ahead to her friends, hoping to get in a compartment with them, but no such luck.

Her father grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a different one, commanding the ride operator to close the doors with just the two of them in there. The operator listened and shut said doors. There was a glass window around them, obviously to prevent things from getting blow in by gusts of wind and making the ride less fun. Gales tended to make the compartments swing back and forth rockily, but today it was as calm as the still ocean in the far-off distance.

They began to move almost instantly after the door was closed, and her father wasted absolutely no time in jumping on Hinata. He moaned, grabbing her hand and forcing her to rub the bulge in his pants, which by normal standards wasn't badly sized, but to Hinata it felt grossly distorted in her hand. She tried to reassure herself by reminding her body that the ride was only one or so minutes long- what could happen?

In the carriage behind them, Hinaba, Hinata's younger sister, and her grandfather had settled in, with Hinaba leaning against the glass and her grandfather sitting on the seat. He licked his lips a little as he watched her exclaim with excitement at seeing the landscape below them, her perky ass bouncing under her short skirt. At the age of eleven, she was amazingly matured- her breasts were fairly round and supple for a girl that age, and her curves were starting to develop quite nicely.

Meanwhile, in Hinata's carriage, her father stopped groping her only to listen to the announcement that suddenly came over the speaker system. The carriage was grinding to a halt at the top of the wheel, though neither had noticed due to the groping. "We apologize for the inconvenience, but the ride has temporarily stopped working. Please remain calm and relax, we've called someone to fix it. Thank you for your cooperation, we'll be giving you extra tickets for the-"

Hinata didn't hear the rest, as her father let out a pure cry of horny joy. Her friends didn't hear the sound, but soon they were about to get an eyeful, as was the grandfather and Hinaba, as they could see each other, not to mention the poor passengers on the other carriages within view. Her father immediately spread her legs, ignoring Hinata's struggling and protests, and worked frantically to pull down the zipper on his pants. He succeeded and pulled his throbbing erection out of his underwear, making Hinata squirm and press herself against the glass in an attempt to get away.

Her father simply grabbed both her legs and spread them wide, almost up to her head, as her back was pressed against the glass and she was on one of the provided seats. The dress slid up easily, and her father paused for a rare moment to look at his daughters furry purple pussy. Hinata was terrified, as always and so it wasn't wet at all, but that didn't deter her father from wiggling his cock into position and prodding her outer lips with it toyingly. Her friends noticed Hinata's back pressed against the wall and looked over, letting out screams of disgust or terror as they realized what they were seeing.

"Grandpa, what is daddy and sis doing?" The eleven year old asked, being thoroughly confused- Hinaba was still innocent to all the world's perverted people, including the man behind her.

"Oh, that's something you do when you love someone. Come here little one, sit on my lap, and we can watch." His obedient grandchild skipped over to him and sat on his lap as instructed. She frowned after a minute. "Grandpa, do you have something in your pocket?"

"I'll show you in a second, Hinaba." He leaned in and smelled her hair, though Hinaba did not think this odd. Though most children had common sense, she was willing to accept anything her family told her. Her grandfather reached around and rubbed her thighs under her uniform skirt, and she squirmed a bit but didn't say anything. She looked up at the shaking carriage, frowning as she watched her father and sister doing something very strange to her indeed.

Hinata's father wasn't one for teasing, and he promptly slammed his cock into her, immediately thrusting back and forth. He dragged her to the front of the seat, realizing this wasn't the position he wanted, and turned her around so that her hands were on the seat. "No!" She screamed, even though the glass muted most sound- she hadn't heard her friends scream, and she would be mortified if she knew they were watching. Right now, though Hinata was so scared that she wasn't concentrating on anything but the plastic seat attached to the carriage- she stared at it as it became blurry, thanks to her tears. "Please, no- ugahhh!"

She immediately curled into the seat in a vain attempt to get her father's cock out of her, but this only increased his horniness, as it looked like she was humping the seat. He leaned over her to whisper in her ear, breath hot, "You're so eager!" He was delighted, though deluded, that Hinata looked like she was doing anything sexual- he often saw normal things she did as sexual and used them as excuses to do kinky things. Her father humped her desperately, as if he actually needed this heat to survive. He didn't like the position, though, after a moment, because he couldn't see her face, and once again he shifted and had her pressed against the glass.

Tears ran down Hinata's face as her father pumped his cock into her, moaning loudly, the sound echoing around them in the tiny space. Her mouth was open and she was letting out choking sounds, which her father mistook for pleasure, which made him kiss her hard on the mouth and pick up the pace. Slightly below them, Hinaba was watching with innocent fascination. "What is that that daddy put in Hinata? Why are they moving like that?" She questioned her grandfather, who was enormously delighted to be in this unseen situation.

"That's what you do when you love someone. He puts his… his candy stick in her." He knew his granddaughter loved candy, and so he tried to put it in a more appealing term so that she might like what she was seeing… and be more inclined to listen when her grandfather may pull out his 'candy stick' in the future.

"Really?" She cried, and now had a look of jealousy on her face. "Why does she get candy, grandpa? Was I bad?"

"No, no…" He chuckled, erection rising into the little girls ass. "You feel that?" He stopped and waited for Hinaba to nod before going on. "That's my candy stick. It's bigger than your daddy's. More candy."

"Really?!" Hinaba cried, turning to look at her grandaddy. "Can I see it?"

Her grandfather grinned hornily, thanking god for this lovely little beauty and this golden opportunity to teach her his view of sex.

He shooed her off his lap and slowly unzipped his trousers, watching her in delight as she stomped her foot impatiently. Having worn no underwear- old perv- he pulled out his enormous erection right away. He glanced around nervously, but thankfully every single passenger was watching his son and granddaughter fucking in the carriage above them. He turned back to look at Hinaba, who had tilted her head in confusion. "That doesn't look like candy."

"Oh, but it's what you do when someone loves someone else. They also suck on it." He hinted. "Do you love me? I suppose you don't, you don't like my candy stick…" He put on a sad face.

The little girl, determined as she always was, bent down and fell to all fours, only inches from his hot cock. She examined it with pure curiosity, blinking at it as it dripped onto the floor. The grandfather could hardly believe his good luck.

Hinata felt violent pain as her father began fucking her so hard that her body almost couldn't take it. "No, stop!" She whimpered with a burbled voice, her tears falling onto her exposed breasts- the dress, being as slinky as it was, had quickly shifted down to her waist, so that the dress only covered her middle.

Her father groaned in reply as he hit a little sweet spot of his own, and he banged into her again and again to try to replicate the feeling. He paused only to catch his breath, then he was gripping her ankles and pulling her legs skywards so he could thrust more easily and get more pleasure from it. Their carriage was swinging back and forth, despite no wind, only giving the horny man immense pleasure from this unusual movement.

So much pleasure that, in fact, he let out a pained cry and experienced complete heat as he unloaded his cum into her. As she felt herself being filled with her husband's seed, Hinata freely sobbed. At least he was satisfied now, and the crew had arrived to fix it, though they were having trouble. Her father would be satisfied for a while now, but that did not do anything to help Hinata's mood. Her friends were still watching with morbid fascination, and one had thrown up by now. The innocent one didn't understand, though she had seen her mommy and daddy in a similar position on accident once, and simply sat down to wait for the ride to move.

As his son climaxed above them, he spoke to his grandchild with a voice of honeyed silk. "You can taste it. I know you love new things…"

Hinaba looked up at him, noticing that she was making him smile- she didn't see the lust in his eyes, and wouldn't have understood anyways- and that was the push she needed. She loved her granddad and would do anything to make him happy. She obediently gave a small lick, the taste very odd, and her grandfather's cock was pushed to her face as his hips moved. She blinked and licked again, getting used to the taste, and finally bent down to lick the tip, where he was very wet. Her skirt moved down as she did so, revealing her pink panties. Her granfather had bought her underwear that was too small, saying it was normal, and it was paying off now as he saw the cloth wrapped tightly around Hinaba's ass, small and not covering nearly enough for normal people. It was perfect. Was he in heaven?

"It's not candy, grampa, but it tastes good." She said, blinking up at him with his pre-cum on her cute mouth.

"Does it? You can do whatever you want." He commanded, excited as a little boy in a candy shop. "Bite it, hold it, taste… everything shows me you love me." He smiled, though he let out a moan as she licked him again. When he saw Hinaba's questioning look, he explained. "It means I like what you're doing." Hinaba was pleased, and then cautiously lifted his cock with her tiny hands. She stared at the tip, which was in front of her eyes, as more liquid spilled out of it. Obediently the young girl licked it off of him. "You're dirty, grandpa!" She scowled.

"Oh, no, sweetie, that's what the candy stick does. When you do things to show me you love me, it gives you… something like sugar." This explanation once again made the little girl feel useful, and she took him into her mouth and sucked the 'candy' from his cock. He restrained from mouth-fucking her, knowing that she needed a bit of time to taste, but then he offered, "If you let me move, you'll love it."

She asked why she would love it, as she thought it was about him. "No, no, child… it's good for both of us. We should do it more often." With that, the grandfather lifted his cock to her lips again. Her hands wrapped around it and rubbed him a little, making his muscles tense and his hands grip the seats. She noticed his happiness and bit down on the tip, lapping up the pre-cum with her little tongue. Wondering if the rest tasted like candy, she pushed his erection into her mouth, so that the pre-cum dripped onto the back of her tongue and her tongue could freely taste the rest of the end of it.

She bit down on it, closing her eyes. It didn't taste like candy, but because she was making grandpa happy it tasted good to her. She sucked on him as if he were a lollipop, and he began moving his hips needily as he did. She felt the 'candy stick' move in her mouth but didn't really do anything besides scrape her teeth on him as he went in and out. He pulled out of her mouth and told her in a strained voice to suck on him hard. She obliged, sucking in his liquid, and suddenly a rush of cum poured into her mouth, and it kept coming, so much so that she had to pull away. It squirted onto her uniform and face, though it could be easily wiped off. She watched in awe as the candy fell to the floor, and she didn't want to waste it- she took his cock and put it in her mouth again, sucking the cum down into her throat. It tasted delicious to Hinaba.

When he was finally spent, she pulled back, wiping herself off. Her grandfather looked tired. "Are you okay?!" She cried, worried.

He only gripped her hair fondly and tilted her face towards his cock again. "You've made me happier than I've ever been, Hinaba."

Sakura leaned her head back against the scratchy hospital pillow, trying to get some rest. She'd had a few close calls, thinking the baby was coming, but her body had tricked her on such occasions. She had told Naruto to go get sleep, and he had listened, as he knew Sakura didn't have energy to argue with him if he didn't obey- he didn't want to drain her energy any further. He was a good husband, Sakura knew, even though his performance in bed was ultimately… tragically sad. She had revisited her training room many times, fucking herself with the enormous dildo. It had become something to look forward to, as she disliked sex with Naruto… or, rather, it really was just one sided desire and it ended quickly. And so, she enjoyed toying with her own clit and ramming the dildo into herself much more, as Sasuke hadn't tried anything again.

Sakura sighed, trying not to move any more- when she moved, the baby kicked, and Sakura had many bruises by now. Mentally, she blamed Sasuke, the bastard. He had impregnated her, and his baby obviously had his same maniacal personality, as he seemed to delight in kicking his mother as hard as he could. Her large tummy was exposed, as she had pulled up her shirt because it was so hot in her little room. She only had underwear on, as she was alone and she wanted to be ready when the baby came.

She bit her lip guiltily and closed her eyes, as if that would make what she was about to do unquestionable and okay. Now, thinking about Sasuke and her self pleasure, she was getting hot again. Her hand slithered around her swollen belly and down to her underwear. Just one little touch, Sakura told herself strictly. Just one.

Of course, once you start, you can't stop.

Sakura began to stroke her clit, slowly at first, but then frantically flicking at it over and over as the pleasure mounted. She was unable to stop her finger from moving- her mind was fuzzy and clouded with such pure pleasure, and her body wasn't going to listen to any thoughts that didn't have to do with rubbing her clit until she orgasmed. She let out little gasps and moans. It wasn't enough… she loved being penetrated with big things…

She paused and caught her breath, laying her dripping hand on the bed. She looked around the tiny room curiously, her pussy pulsing from such a sudden stop. There was nothing of use, and so she sat back and closed her eyes once more, breathing heavily. Sakura knew she needed to reserve her strength for the birth, as it would come soon, but… the pleasure made this unbearable silence tolerable. In the stillness of the night, Sakura could do whatever she liked to herself, as the hospital was empty, save for a few nurses who were occasionally called to patients' rooms if, say, someone went into labor. They wouldn't walk in on this, though she did like the thrill of almost being caught.

Her hand made it's way down again, and she shut her eyes. Her body needed it. She wanted it so badly, and with no substitute, she slid a finger in- it was easy, as she was so wet that it was as if she had coated her pussy with the perfect lubricant. She pumped it in and out of her body, letting out a sweet moan and arching her back. Sakura liked it when she was naked, though, and pulled up her shirt even further, so that her large breasts bounced obscenely as she fucked herself with her finger. She inserted a second in, crying out in pain, but the pain quickly subsided and morphed into white hot pleasure. She couldn't stop herself from inserting one more, using three fingers as her dildo. She bucked into her own hand, desperately needing the climax and the release. Sakura found that it was hard to make herself cum when pregnant, for some reason, but that had never stopped her before- she simply went harder, though she never went in too deeply, as her fingers were restricted in length.

Her body moved uncontrollably, her hips rolling in circles or slamming into the bed and up again, her ass bouncing off the sheets again and again. Her panties were soaked, but she had extra pairs anyways, if it was uncomfortable afterwards. Her left hand held on to the sheets as she experienced total bliss- her back arched, her toes dug into the sheets involuntarily, and she came with a scream. The sounds, luckily, weren't heard, as this area of the hospital was mostly empty. Sakura laid back, now flicking her clit once more to drain herself. Her hips twitched, but with great satisfaction she felt it squirt out of her, her hand covered with cum. Sakura, spent, laid back and rested. Her peace was not long-lived.

Sakura jolted, her eyes flying open as she felt a hand on her stomach. Her protective instincts had kicked in, though she wasn't sure if she was protecting herself or the baby. Sasuke stood there, looking down at her condescendingly. She didn't realize it, but Sasuke had been peeking into her room right as she began to go for a second round, sticking her fingers in. Sakura felt an odd mixture of pure rage and hate, and, oddly, a strong little surge of lust. "Get your hand off me." She hissed, her moral side winning the battle of emotions.

"I just came to visit my baby." He raised his eyebrows calmly, as if not understanding why she was reacting the way she was. Sakura clenched her teeth, and he smiled. "You've carried my baby inside of you… does it disgust you? Does it secretly pleasure you…?" He asked harshly, though his voice was smooth.

Sakura started to reply but gasped loudly instead, feeling the pressure again. Her water had broke. Sasuke watched in what seemed like amusement as she closed her eyes in pain- the baby was coming, and he was coming fast. She hardly noticed when Sasuke flipped her over, as the pain was numbing at first. She was panting hard, and was on the bed on all fours before she could realize that Sasuke was going to do exactly as he liked with her- again. But the baby was coming! He surely knew that. What a kinky bastard, Sakura thought with a slight blush.

Sasuke trailed his finger down her naked back, down her spine, so that she shivered. "You've been so good, Sakura… carrying my unborn child… I thought you might like a little reward." He said charitably, pulling out his erection from his unzipped pants. His hands fiddled with the sides of her panties, but he pulled them off quickly. He put one hand on each cheek and spread her so that he could see her perfect, puckered little anus. He stroked it with one finger, and Sakura reacted the way he wanted her to- she jerked, and though she was obviously in labor, her back arched ever so slightly.

Sasuke could almost hear her unsaid words- she wanted this. She would beg if she put her pride down for a moment, but she didn't. She was too overwhelmed by the process of giving birth, and at the same time his attention to her aching body. Experimentally, Sasuke inserted his finger into her tight entrance, and she yelled out in pain. "Sas… Stop!" She couldn't even get his name out, thanks to the combined pain of birth and his finger.

He pulled his finger out of her, to her immense relief, and she was free to focus on birthing his child. Of course, Sasuke wasn't going to let it go. He was only stopping to dip his fingers into some lube he had brought with him- one that intensified the experience, one that would exhaust Sakura more. He then once again slipped his finger in, working at her anus so that it widened. It took a long time for him to loosen her even a little bit, as her muscles were contracting and her body was tight.

Sasuke was losing patience. He pulled his fingers out, enjoying Sakura's noises of pain, and rose to his knees. Sakura heard the bed squeak and knew he wasn't going to give up, even if she was trying to give birth. The baby was moving along nicely, though she hadn't been able to get him out yet.

Sasuke rubbed his erection in between Sakura's ass cheeks, and she jolted once more, though this was actually the kind of teasing she loved. Still, it wasn't welcome, as she was trying to focus her remaining strength into the baby, not sex. Sasuke didn't really care, though, and he seemed to absolutely love the way she reacted to him. His hands stroked the sides of her, then one hand went down to her pussy to feel. She gasped as he stuck his fingers in.

"You feel like you're almost ready." Sasuke noted, pulling out his fingers and giving one a lick. "Damn… you taste good, even right now…" He cursed her, his erection jumping from just one lick. He gripped her hips with his strong hands, though of course first he had to spread her cheeks and put the tip in position. Sakura shook her head violently- well, as hard as she could, anyways, which wasn't hard- and begged in exhausted whispers, trying to appeal to him with the promise of sex later. He ignored her request and instead wiggled his hips, his tip brushing her anus. Sakura cried out, and to her utter surprise and disgust a surge of pre-cum covered her pussy.

He was going to fuck her while she was actually giving birth. Sakura hadn't known he was capable of such kinky things, even with everything he'd done. Sasuke, impatient, moved his hips so that the tip was in. Sakura screamed in shocked horror, the pain in her spiking up to a horrible level. She gripped the sheets, her upper half soon lying on the bed, as she didn't have the willpower to hold herself up. She felt the baby moving downwards as she pushed, though it was getting harder because of Sasuke. Still, she was determined to give birth, and he wasn't going to stop her- it was a chance to prove that she was better than him. Or something of the sort. Sakura was very confusing when she wanted to be.

Without warning Sasuke bent over Sakura, pushing his swollen member inside of her anus. He winced at her loud scream, which he figured was probably heard by most of the city, but no one came to help her. Sasuke had known they were alone, and he was using that advantage. He pulled his hips back and thrusted once more, though it was a hard task for him- she was so damn tight. As he pulled most of it out of her, he grabbed the lube and poured some on his erection. It wouldn't be pleasant for Sakura, probably, but god did it make Sasuke horny as hell.

He frantically slammed his cock into her, his body curling over hers so that his hands were on the sheets as well for leverage. He moved in and out at a rapid pace, emboldened by his pleasure, as Sakura sobbed and yelped and twisted helplessly. She felt the baby pushing at her walls, and knew it was only a matter of time. She couldn't hold it off, and Sasuke, she realized, might possibly tell this story to the child one day- 'I fucked your mother in the ass while she was giving birth to you'. It was just the kind of thing he might do, and if the kid was as demented as his daddy, he'd delight in the fact.

Sakura's thoughts were shattered as Sasuke humped her primally, grunting and groaning like an animal, driven only by his lust. His feelings had long ago faded away, and only pleasure dominated his mind now. He felt Sakura trembling under him, which made some pre-cum spurt out of him and into her. She exhaled as if she had just been stabbed, as the hot liquid entering her anus wasn't a welcome feeling.

Sakura gripped the sheets tight and held her breath while she pushed, even though she was being rocked back and forth violently as Sasuke pumped his erection in and out of her, only gaining speed. She felt her pussy open and let out a shocked yell. Sasuke, even though he was focused entirely on his own pleasure, noted that the sound was different- he knew what that meant. Grinning, he fucked her harder, hitting her with everything he had- he was a very strong young man, unfortunately for Sakura, and he continued to bang into her tight anus again and again.

"No… ugh… the…" She tried to say, but couldn't get the words out properly. She felt the baby in her slowly start to slip out. Sakura pushed hard, trying to get it over with, as Sasuke reached his climax. His hips bucked wildly and needily, and at the exact moment he moaned with release, Sakura's baby slipped out of her. His cum shot into her anus, and he panted and pulled out, satisfied. He was there to hear the baby's first tiny scream, and he was the one who had to wipe off the baby because Sakura was totally exhausted. She lay on the bed, her ass still in the air, and watched as Sasuke held the baby. He smirked, setting the baby on the bed next to her so that she could take him. That sexy, devilish smile of his made Sakura's body ache even more- she needed him.

Naruto shut the door quietly behind him, sighing and stretching as he took off his shoes and placed them aside. He quickly became alarmed, however, when he heard his newborn baby screaming his head off. Naruto dashed into the room where the sound came from, to find the baby alone. Where the hell was Sakura?! He raced upstairs but stopped at the top flight when he heard a groan, husky and deep, coming from his and Sakura's bedroom. The door was ajar, but Naruto almost didn't want to peek in. That obviously wasn't one of Sakura's noises.

Still, he creeped up and observed the scene from the door, watching with silent shock and disbelief. Sasuke was holding Sakura against the headboard, which was banging into the wall with every thrust. Her face was flushed and her mouth open, breasts bouncing as if in joy. She wore sexy, thin stockings and high heels, and her hair was messed up as a result of their foreplay.

Right as Naruto peeked in, in fact, he was stunned and completely ambushed with another awful thing. They had been murmuring things roughly, but now they were louder, to speak above the baby. "Your son… is crying…" He said between thrusts, though he knew she didn't care. "And you're too busy to help him because you're being fucked…" His growl made Sakura whimper in delight.

"Fuck that." She said harshly with no regret, pushing her sexy body into his, her nipples rubbing on his chest and her arms tightening around his neck. Her back banged against the headboard as Sasuke fucked her, and if they did any more it would no doubt break. He hit her sweet spot and she screamed, crying out, "More! Oh, god, more, Sasuke! I need this!" Her pussy was overflowing with pre-cum, coating Sasuke's enormous cock as he held her legs near his shoulders and grunted as he pushed into her with even more force.

Naruto was finally done with feeling numb. He burst in, the door slamming into the wall, and Sakura looked up in shock. Sasuke, being who he was, simply raised his eyebrows, as if expecting this. Naruto stood there, so angry that he couldn't even think of what he should begin to say.

"I'm sorry, Naruto." Sakura finally said, as if that was supposed to make what Naruto had just seen go away. "I didn't-"

"Naruto. I'm not such a nice guy, am I?" Sasuke grinned at him, suddenly slamming into his wife again and making her moan in pleasure, and Naruto saw that pre-cum was flowing out of her. He never made that happen… he moved forwards, ready to kill Sasuke. "But I have something to tell you that you need to know." Sasuke said, still fucking Sakura- she was so near climax, and making Naruto watch his wife reach complete pleasure with him would be excellent.

As Naruto paused and thought, Sakura was finally on the edge, and was even more aroused with Naruto watching, for some reason. Sasuke said, "The baby is mine. Not yours." Right as the words left his lips, Sakura came with a loud yell.

Naruto watched, completely shocked yet again, as his lover- at least, she had been- came. Her body jerked violently as she orgasmed, and Sasuke as well reached his climax and came into her, moaning in satisfaction. He pumped his cock into her still, her cum making for a great lubricant. It was the ultimate pleasure, the best sex Sakura had ever had in her life, save for maybe another time with Sasuke.

Naruto grimaced, and before either Sakura or Sasuke could say one word, he had rushed out the door in a fit. Sakura listened to the front door slam, strangely detached… was it odd that she didn't much care what Naruto was feeling or where he ended up? Sasuke chuckled, and she looked up at him. He met her eyes and leaned down to kiss her passionately. Sakura moaned into his mouth, gripping his cock, which he had since pulled out. He yelled, obviously taken aback by her sudden act of dominance. She bent down, giving him an erotically wonderful view of her ass, which was covered messily in his cum mixed with hers.

Sasuke swallowed, actually enjoying her attention to him. Sakura bit down hard on him, and he jumped in surprise. He grabbed her hair and forced her face into him. "I have a feeling…" He grunted down to Sakura. "That I'm going to keep you around."

2. Chapter 2

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Sakura settled into her seat, feeling even heavier than usual- that was probably because she needed her fix. It always made her feel bubbly and lighter, despite her true appearance, and it made her oblivious to some of the many bad things that were happening. Today, it couldn't be blocked out, however- it was a thundercloud coating her precious sun. Sasuke was dead. Just like that. Sakura had been a little fearful that he might leave her, despite bearing so many beautiful children for him, but she had never wanted or anticipated this.

Her black funeral outfit was tighter than usual… and this was one of her larger outfits, reserved for the time after she gave birth, usually, when she was a lot plumper than usual. But it had been a while since the last child was born, and the pounds still clung to her once-voluptuous figure. Still, she was attractive… to Naruto, at least, Sakura noticed. He was looking at her with a hint of pity. Leave it to Naruto to mourn over Sasuke, the man who had snatched away his beautiful Sakura with his huge cock and acts of seduction. No other man would have, and yet, here was Naruto, dressed properly in dark mourning colors, attending the funeral. Sakura assumed he had some ulterior motive to be there, and after the general part of the funeral was over she found out she was right.

As she numbly watched her children prancing around, save for the ones who were smart enough or old enough to know what was happening, Naruto slid into a seat beside her. Most of the people were gone, and now only the ones who had come for food or mirthful pleasure remained. Sasuke had had many enemies, and nearly all of them had showed up. It wasn't a surprise, really, as there were so many sadists that Sakura knew of, but still. No respect for him, even if he was lying dead in a coffin.

"Will you marry me?"

The question was so surprising that Sakura almost choked on her sake, which she had been furiously downing in hopes that it would blur her around the edges, make her oblivious to the obvious. She turned and stared at Naruto, who looked only eager. She would know if he was trying to be deceptive, because he wasn't very good at hiding his feelings- he was more sensitive than Sakura's oldest daughter, who was the feminine one of the bunch. "You thought that the best place to ask me would be at my husband's funeral?" She hiccupped, taking another sip of her drink. Sakura partly said it because of that tiny bit of fire still in her, though mostly she wanted to know how he'd respond. She wanted to hear how much he needed her or, at least, his reasons for asking.

Naruto looked down, shame in his eyes, though his face was set in a determined manner. "Yes. I can take care of you and his, uh, your children. I still love you, Sakura. I always have, even when I watched you… I mean, when you… were in bed together, that one day." He was referring to the fateful day when he had arrived home only to hear his baby son- or he had at least thought it was his at the time- screaming his head off. Obviously irritated- anyone would be, Naruto reasoned- he had stomped up the steps, but had slowed his walk when he had heard moans and squeals and mewls of delight. He could identify one of the voices, even if he didn't want to acknowledge it, and he had a very good idea of who the other man was. Still, he had tried to hope that it was someone else, another couple, no matter how stupid that was. Of course, as he had peeked into his own bedroom, he had seen Sakura and Sasuke tangled in the sheets, Sakura's large breasts bouncing and her cheeks flushed as Sasuke dominated her roughly- like a real man.

After that, he had stormed out, but Sakura hadn't run after him. Even her apology was weak and thin, and she obviously didn't mean it. It hurt Naruto badly, but he hadn't been able to hold a grudge against her for long, upon seeing how happy she was with Sasuke. He still coveted Sakura, but he wasn't ashamed of coveting another man's wife, in this case, and he had admired her whenever he could, taking guilty pleasure from masturbating to the thought- or, a few times, sight- of her.

Sakura waited while the memories replayed in Naruto's head. Finally, he said, "Please, Sakura? It would make me so happy… and I'm rich enough so that you wouldn't have to worry." It wasn't as if Sasuke and Sakura had been poor, but still, so many children were hard to keep track of, and if she wanted to give them the best of everything- and, of course, she did, as they were Sasuke's children, and her own- it would be very expensive. Marrying Naruto would mean that she wasn't alone, that her children would have all they wanted and even more, that she could fall asleep knowing Sasuke's offspring were all alive and well, continuing his legacy…

"Yes." Sakura said, a tiny bit of affection in her voice- she still liked Naruto, even after all this, though not intensely and not lustfully, not after comparing him to Sasuke- and she smiled as if she might start crying again. Naruto was happy to take her response for what it was- mild approval, he thought, and willingness to be her wife, if nothing else. Sakura's oldest son- that same wailing newborn that had tipped Naruto off to Sakura's steamy love affair- frowned in disdain and looked away as Naruto softly kissed Sakura, for all the world looking as darkly attractive, even when scowling, as his dead father.

"Don't worry, I've let it out a bit, I know how stressed you are these days about your wedding." The seamstress, who had arrived with Sakura's wedding gown in a garment bag, smiled sympathetically, using 'stressed' as a nice way of saying that Sakura had packed on the pounds since she had made the dress for Sakura's wedding to Sasuke. Sakura, a bit insulted but not enough to fight much, nodded warily, watching as the bag was unzipped. It was gorgeous, of course, the best Naruto's money could buy, but she didn't feel the giddy excitement she was supposed to, nor did she feel intensely aroused at the thought of her groom fucking her in that gown until she couldn't walk.

Of course she didn't feel happy, not enough to make her anticipate the wedding march. Her husband was dead, her real lover, the one who had been able to keep Sakura orgasming as his cum spilled into her. The children hadn't been a choice, really, but rather a result of that passion- for years, she had been pregnant in a continuous cycle, and after a while she hadn't really questioned the fact that, after the resting period between babies, she would be pregnant once more. If anything, it made Sasuke hornier, to fuck his pregnant wife mercilessly- as he had the first time, when Sakura had been alone in the hospital. He had found her fucking herself with her fingers urgently, moaning and murmuring lustful little sounds, obviously thinking of Sasuke.

And so, Sakura had actually looked forward to giving birth, though also the child, as it meant that Sasuke would hump her to the point of exhaustion, though she dutifully delivered every baby despite her tiredness. Every day with Sasuke had been sensual, heavenly, and loving at the same time. Of course she loved him- how couldn't she?- and it had been a huge blow to see him lying in that coffin. She had assumed that his eyes would fly open, those lips- still curved into a smirk- would find hers, and his pants would be down in two seconds. But, no… that was not what had happened.

Sakura stepped into the dress, the seamstress lacing it up- it was a bit tight, but nothing Sakura couldn't handle. It made her breasts look fantastic, if nothing else, as they were at least half out of the clothing. She waved away the seamstress, and once the woman had literally stepped over the threshold- and not even before the woman closed the door- Sakura had turned jittery, anxious, though not over her wedding.

God, she needed something… she craved that high she got from drugs, which was topped only by sex with Sasuke. Once, she had combined them both, and it had felt like nothing on the earth she had ever experienced. She sucked on a cigarette, ignoring the fact that she wasn't supposed to be smoking, and held the smoke in for nearly a minute before exhaling. It didn't help, though, and she could only look forward to the fact that her dealer would be attending the wedding.

Why should she expect his arrival and not her own ceremony? Two words: fantastic drugs. Hopefully she could get high enough to forget this tomorrow, as she'd surely have to tame down her behavior to convince Naruto's family and friends that she really had decided to remarry him out of love, and that the relationship with Sasuke had been purely out of necessity, after she realized her 'mistakes'. If she acted bristly and sarcastic, or at least only like that, his family would surely make sure Naruto didn't give her an extra dime.

Just as she was knocking back a shot to remove the jitters, an attractive black man stepped into the dressing suite. "Hey, baby." He chuckled, taking in her appearance. Despite the pudge of her stomach and the signs of aging, worsened by so much drug and alcohol abuse. He noticed the slinky dress discarded on the floor, smiling to himself. If he had a body like that, he'd wear nothing, too… even if he was a bit… _wider _than he used to be, just as Sakura was.

But he himself was very skinny- anyone who guessed his occupation could say why- but his weight seemed to be one of the only physical side effects. Otherwise, he walked smoothly and had suffered nothing else from blatant drug use. "Hello, blushing bride." He rumbled in his delectable voice, coming up behind her and putting his large hands on her waist. He rubbed her hips very, very slowly, knowing this would turn her on. And it did- as she heard the scratchy sound of his fingers on the beading and saw his coy smile, she grinned, her eyes youthful in comparison to the wrinkles under her eyes. Still, she was pretty.

"You brought it?" Sakura squealed, turning around to face him and give him a hot kiss on the lips. He's always been extremely sexy to her, though Sasuke had always won out in the end- as such she hadn't ever acted on it. Now, Naruto was the only sexual option, and she'd much rather have Roman dominate her. Much, much, much rather.

"Your wedding present?" He raised his eyebrows, smiling as she kissed him. "'Course, babe, anything for my princess." He pulled out the baggie and allowed Sakura to snatch it, and he even helped her finish the drug off, snorting the tiniest bit. She had always been a fantastic customer, as Sasuke had enough money to pay for her… _hobbies_. "What's your method of payment, sugar? You don't have the dark horse to pay, but I trust you've figured something out."

Sakura blindly handed him a crumpled stack of bills, and for a second he frowned. Not because it wasn't enough, but because he had expected her new, limited flow of funding meant she'd pay him with something even more valuable. He'd offered enough times to pay her for her 'services', maybe even get her a bit extra. But she only paid for the extra and declined, leaving him to find some cheap whores on the sidewalk. They were okay for a quick fix, but Ronan had a craving for someone like Sakura- sexy in every sense, the kind of hot you couldn't imitate with your body. It was in her walk, her words, her smile, her eyes… it was everything about her, and not even her cigarette breath or bits of chub could turn him off- in fact, the smell reminded him of her and made him get hard even when she wasn't around.

But in the next second, Sakura was biting Roman's neck, letting out a sensual little moan. She'd been considering letting him have some of her, but not all- the drugs were that little push she needed to make the move. Or, rather, ask him for more. "Fuck me, Ronan." She growled, the vulgar words contrasting starkly against her innocent white gown and flawless hair and makeup, which had been done to make her look a little better than usual.

Ronan was so shocked he froze, the hands that had been running along the beads stopping instantly. "Did I tell you to stop touching me?" Sakura, emboldened, slid her hand down his pants and squeezed his obvious erection, though she gasped in surprise. Ronan was absolutely enormous, like Sasuke, and just thinking of the fact that she'd have to satisfy Naruto's tiny cock made her thirsty for a _real _fucking.

Luckily for her, Ronan jumped into action the second she brushed her fingers on his throbbing cock. "In your wedding dress? How rude of me." He tutted, at the same time thrusting his hips so that Sakura held his erection further. When he saw her shocked expression, most likely at his size, he grinned wider. "Did I tell you to stop touching me?" He hissed, pushing her against the wall. He ground his hips against her hand, which seemed to break her spell just the tiniest bit, though it was obvious she was still very stunned.

Sakura gasped and shook her head in response to his question, and tried to close her hand around his huge shaft… and she couldn't. She felt a surge of wetness soak her underwear. "Oh, fuck me…" She breathed, using a common expression for surprise. Ronan, obviously, took that opportunity.

"I will." He pushed her against the wall further, unzipping her dress the tiniest bit so that her boobs spilled out of her corset. He lathered them with his tongue, sucking greedily on her nipples. He moaned appreciatively- he'd always loved her tits. His favorite pastime, at least, before today, had been watching her body move, especially when her breasts bounced and her whole body undulated like a smooth wave as she walked.

Sakura desperately tugged at his pants, fumbling with his tight belt. Her fingers were skillful, luckily, when she was in heat, and she slid them down for better access. He was pulsing, and as she pulled down the pants he pushed her down to the floor, watching as if mesmerized as her bare boobs bounced upon her knees hitting the floor. He didn't even get to say 'suck it', because as soon as Sakura was faced with the skin of his member she dragged her tongue along the skin, cheeks as pink as her hair and her small tongue. She took him into her mouth barely a second later, putting him immediately down her throat and taking even more in.

Ronan grinned and let out a groan as his hips bucked into her poor throat, but she seemed to love it, and he couldn't even blink as he looked down at her bouncy breasts. Just seeing her doing it to him, for some reason, made him hornier. "More." He commanded, knowing Sakura loved domination to some degree, and he was right this time. Sakura eagerly stuffed his cock down her throat, the feeling of her trying to swallow hitting Ronan. It was like a vibrator, almost, as the feeling wouldn't stop, and he hissed out in admiration. How did this girl do it?

He felt his heat rising but didn't want to stop yet. He pulled himself away with a wet pop as his erection left her mouth, and she crawled forward to lick the pre-cum off of his tip. Her tongue swirled around him lovingly, and he couldn't help but grab her hair and gently pull her upwards a bit. He leaned down and had to use both hands to pull up the dress, just so his silky skin could brush against her legs as he pushed the silk upwards. Luckily she hadn't gotten a dress with too many poofy layers- that would've been hell for him, and he would have ducked under the gown and just started using his tongue to fuck her.

But now, he pushed his erection into her open legs, his tip wiggling against her wet pussy. She arched her back and almost did a split, her legs widening, and this was the reaction he'd been waiting for. Now with full access, he relentlessly pushed his enormous cock into her, not giving Sakura even a moment to process the feeling before he started pushing into her. Sakura felt the sides of him tickle her walls teasingly, which soon heated up as the friction increased. He angled himself so that he was going directly into her, making both her pleasure and his much more intense.

Her walls tightened like a vice, making him let out a primal mix of a laugh and a yell. Ronan ground his hips on hers, and they slid to the ground a moment later, both of them concentrating so much on the sex that their legs didn't really want to hold them up. Just in time, Ronan heard footsteps in the hall and rolled them into a closet, though it pained him to do so. He had barely managed to reach up and shut the door before someone called Sakura's name. The person could be heard shifting around as Ronan continued to pound into Sakura, whose ass was pounding against the floor as he fucked her, though not loud enough to be heard.

She made continual gasping noises, but they too weren't heard, and she made an effort not to scream as he hit a spot that made her whole body shudder and quake. Whoever was in the other room said something to someone else, something that sounded like a 'keep looking'. After a few more minutes of Ronan humping Sakura like a rag doll, they both heard- and felt- the strains of the bridal march being played nearby, as the hall was on the other side of the wall.

"No." Sakura growled stubbornly, though it was so weak and breathy that Ronan wanted her to say his own name like that. "Don't… ahhh." She thrusted her hips upwards, loving the way he moved, so different from Sasuke but so… damn… good. "Don't slow… d-down! I n-need you. Oh, Ronan!" She screamed loudly, as she felt him push down into her hard, showing her he had no intention of stopping.

Now that she had said his name like that, he allowed himself to fully let go. He let his hands lay on the hardwood flooring, aching but strong, as he moved from side to side to get in even deeper, making Sakura scream softly once more. It wasn't heard, as the bridal march was being played so that it extended- the wedding party was hoping it would draw Sakura from hiding, as Naruto had insisted she hadn't left him at the altar.

Knowing people would soon assume Sakura didn't care, he picked up the pace, knowing he'd be doing this as soon as tonight. That little Naruto wasn't enough for her, he knew. He gritted his teeth and grunted, using every last bit of his primal strength to shove his cock deep inside of her trembling, dripping pussy. He couldn't hold off anymore- he felt his climax being reached and groaned so loudly it almost hurt Sakura's ears. It was amazing, and the sound fused with the wedding march in her memory, so that she would remember only this part of the wedding.

As she felt his hot cum pour into her at an alarming speed, she screamed and began to orgasm, her body moving without her commands. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little marks that he'd feel later to remember every little twitch of Sakura's body. Sakura came, her cum spilling out of her and mixing with Ronan's. It spilled onto her dress, though luckily only the inside. Ronan immediately pulled out, and was extremely pleased to hear Sakura's whimper of protest. "Oooh, baby…" He ducked under the skirt, lapping up the cum that was still coming out of her. She moaned girlishly as his rough tongue plunged into her, his face covered with her cum. After she had stopped cumming- mostly- he pulled up her panties and adjusted the garter after. "I'll see you tonight. Did you think I'd leave you hanging?" He teased, kissing her pretty mouth with his aggressive lips. "Now go marry that idiot. We need a cover up, baby." Her rubbed her hips and kissed her quickly, picking her limp body up in his arms and opening the closet door. Half dragging her, he pressed the bouquet into her hands and pushed her lightly out the door, making her stand. With one final chuckle, he closed the door behind them and slipped away down the hall, to sit with the other guests.

Sakura panted, pulling up her bodice and trying not to sprint after him and demand more. A friend of hers rounded the corner, and upon seeing her loosened bodice she shook her head. "Bathroom. I told them you were around that time of the month, the idiots, they thought you left him." Her friend smirked and re-laced Sakura speedily, guiding her to the aisle. Sakura began walking, and the lateness was immediately pardoned by everyone in the room. Her hair was prettily mussed- by Ronan's hands- and she had a flush on her face- caused by Ronan fucking her on the floor of a dark closet.

Naruto, mistaking the blush for one of love, grinned and folded his hands. At last, he thought, he had Sakura's heart.

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