Girl Gone Wild

When Boruto woke up in the middle of the night to see Sarada sucking his dick, his first reaction was mild bemusement. This was the second time that something like this had happened to him, and the blonde was not sure what to make of it.

The first time, he had brushed it off as something spur of the moment, and since Sarada had done anything else like that with him afterward, he'd concluded that she regretted it and didn't want to talk about it. So he hadn't brought it up since.

But seeing the girl stooping over him in room at the inn, buck naked and lips lewdly smacking as she bobbed her head and sucked his cock, forced Boruto to reassess his prior assumptions.

He groaned as Sarada slobbered on his rod, tensing up at the feeling of her warm, moist mouth and the powerful suction. Awkwardly, confusedly, he placed his hands on her head and looked around the room. He and Mitsuki were sharing a room, and the other boy appeared to be sleeping on his side, his back to Boruto and Sarada.

The blonde opened his mouth and closed it, wondering what he was supposed to do.

Then he shivered, looking once more at the slatternly expression on Sarada's face, and he decided he should just relax and enjoy it. He wasn't exactly a prude, and he wasn't going to complain about getting his dick sucked. It didn't hurt that Sarada had been looking sexier lately, either…

Boruto hadn't missed the developments his teammate had been undergoing. He had noticed the increased growth of her bust lately, Sarada filling out to pleasantly surprising degree. It wasn't a massive change, but it was big enough to see an extra bit of jiggling when she ran or jumped from bough to bough, and Boruto could very much appreciate the show this gave them when Sarada engaged in some of her more acrobatic maneuvering.

The girl raised her eyes to see him looking, and they gleamed in delight at the hungry expression on Boruto's face. She purred into his duck, causing her mouth to vibrate, and she sucked harder and swirled her tongue around his tip, squeezing the shaft and fondling his balls. Boruto shivered and stroked Sarada's hair, basking in the sensations and listening to the moist, sultry sounds of her eager fellatio.

His teeth clenched, and his cock spasmed. Spurt. He came in Sarada's mouth.

Smack. Slurp. Gulp. Sarada guzzled Boruto's cum, loving the taste and the feel of it on her tongue, loving how it felt going down her throat, loving how it settled in her belly and made her pussy twitch. She popped her mouth off Boruto's rod, dragging herself up with a steamy look to straddle him.

Boruto saw Sarada's rosy, dripping cunt. His dick had been starting to go flaccid, but as she lowered herself and grabbed his length, pressing his tip to her slit, he twitched and rose back to full mast. He moaned as she guided his cock into her, and tender as he was from having just came, he had no willpower to resist the seduction of her gyrating hips as she began to lustily buck and grind upon him.

Sarada's breasts softly bobbed while her loins greedily rocked, the girl plunging herself on Boruto's rod. Her hands were on the back of her head, and she moved with a skill and enthusiasm that the blonde was barely even experienced enough to recognize. But he could see how sexy the girl looked atop him, and he could feel how pleasurable it was as her inner walls gripped his shaft, her sodden sex milking his manhood with a harlot's imploring.

On the other side of the room, Mitsuki rolled over.

Boruto saw this, and he stared at the other boy's face. He was wide awake, but he looked exhausted, still red-faced, and sweaty, and Boruto saw that Mitsuki's dick was hanging out, a mess of cum and juices caked onto his groin.

Sarada rocked faster, grinding harder on Boruto's cock. She let out a gleeful whine, her cheeks coloring with relish, and she threw her body more enthusiastically into this copulation, making her nice, modest breasts lewdly bounce and showing off her form to Boruto.

"Do I look sexy…?" she asked, her voice throaty, her tone low and sultry. "Do you want to fuck me, Boruto-kun?"

The blonde stared at his female teammate, flabbergasted. Slowly, following the movements of her body, he nodded his head. Sarada grinned from ear to ear and tossed her head, quickening her gyrations to a fever pitch.

Boruto moaned and grabbed hold of Sarada's hips like he was clinging to them for dear life. His fingers dug into her soft, perky ass cheeks, and his cock throbbed and clenched inside her spasming sex. She garroted his rod, and he erupted, shooting a huge load of his cum inside her.

Then the boy slumped, panting and sweaty.

"N-No more…" he breathed. "I'm at my limit."

Sarada pouted, and she got off him.

"Yeah…? I see."

Turning, she walked out the door of their hotel room, still as naked as the day she was born. Her hips swayed from side to side, and the smooth, peachy cheeks of her ass seemed to almost shine in the moonlight from the window.

Boruto stared, barely knowing what to make of this. Then the door slid shut.

Several minutes later, as the young man was starting to drift back off to dreamland, he momentarily thought he heard Sarada moaning…

But then he fell asleep, and he knew no more.

… … … … …

The hokage's diplomatic trip to Suna lasted a week. In that time, Sarada made several passes at Naruto, soliciting him and offering to let him do whatever he wanted to her body. But he was busy with his work as the hokage, and he only took her up on those offers a few times. And while he was very thorough and VERY vigorous on those few occasions, that was not enough for Sarada.

She was too insatiable. She needed more than that. So she went out and GOT more.

Some nights, Sarada had sneaked into her teammates' room and slept with them. She came and went as she pleased, and Mitsuki and Boruto did not ask any questions about why she was doing this. They had too much fun doing it with her, and they were usually too bone tired afterwards to invest any energy in really thinking about what had happened.

It was exciting to fuck her teammates, in a way. Knowing that they would never again look at her in quite the same way they used to. She was no longer just another ninja to them, or even a cute girl that they could possibly be interested in. They had both had sex with her several times, and they had seen her dirtiest, wildest side. They knew that she was a slut, and they fucked her like the bitch she was.

That was thrilling, and it was stimulating beyond belief.

But that wasn't enough.

She still needed more.

Which was how Sarada had found her way into the public restrooms on the bad side of town on the last day of Lord Hokage's diplomatic visit, kneeling on one side of a stall divider and looking up at a hole in the wall, smiling as she watched the feet on the other side of the stall turn to face in her direction. Silently, she waited for the cock to come through, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue in anticipation.

A moment later, a dick protruded from the wall. It was not an especially large one, but it was about average size, and it had a nice shape. Most importantly, it was a cock, and it was hard, and Sarada's nostrils flared as she breathed in its scent and sealed her lips around the shaft, swallowing it up with a smile. She emulated Yodo's hole-in-the-wall fellating of Naruto, softly bobbing her head, slurping on the dick, tasting it and feeling it out with her tongue.

She had no idea who this dick belonged to. The owner was a complete stranger.

This thought thrilled her.

Sarada moaned softly into the thick, hard meat that was filling her mouth. It was so solid, and the taste was so good. Hard she sucked on it, and greedily she licked it, servicing this complete stranger with a fanatical zeal.

Cock… A stranger's cock…

A shiver raced up her spine, her pussy moistening. She had stripped down naked, her clothes neatly folded on the back of the toilet, and the door of her stall was unlocked. On her knees as she was, someone would be able to see that her legs were bare, and if they looked from just the right angle, they might snatch a glimpse of her exposed bottom.

Sarada tingled at this thought, and she glanced hopefully toward the door of her stall, wanting to see it swing gently open to expose some strapping, rapacious man who would have his fierce way with her. Muffled, she moaned into the cock that filled her mouth, and she bucked her hips and anxiously, giddily fingered herself, hoping and dreaming of debilitating rapture.

Wistfully she slurped, plunging her fingers into her pussy, bobbing her head and sealing her lips tight. Cheeks caved as she sucked, and they puffed out when she blew, and the cock in her mouth twitched and throbbed with its growing excitement. And Sarada serviced it and savored it with all of her might, running her lips to and fro over the exposed, meaty length until—

Warm and salty, faintly bitter, cum spewed into her mouth. The cock spasmed as it disgorged the stranger's load, filling her mouth with his seed, and Sarada moaned more happily, greedily swallowing and continuing to suck, to drink the outflowing cum until the dick was totally flaccid.

She let out a soft sigh when the phallus finally went down, and regretfully she let it out of her mouth. It disappeared into the hole without a word from the man on the other side, and she heard his stall door opening, followed by his footsteps as he departed.

For a moment, she was alone in the bathroom.

Then she heard the door open again, and she heard new footsteps approaching the same stall as before. The stall door closed, and she heard the spray of urine splashing down in the toilet, followed by the thunderous seeming noise of its flush.

Painstaking seconds of anticipation passed by as Sarada breathlessly waited before the hole.

Would he? Wouldn't he?

She stared at the opening, yearning desperately. She touched herself more, longing for it, caressing her most sensitive places and plunging her fingers shamelessly into her sopping cunt.

Finally, she saw the still damp head of a big, fat cock protrude, and her eyes lit up. It was only semi-erect, but she would soon correct that.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sarada swallowed up the dick, her eyes rolling blissfully.

It swelled in her mouth, its pungent taste washing over her tongue, and she savored it with even more glee than the last, shuddering as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Crimson glowed her eyes, and crimson flushed her cheeks, as the deluge of her unrepentant desire cascaded forth between her smooth, quivering thighs.

Her fingers were drenched, and her pussy was tender, and her womb was tingling and burning from the seal. A hazy, lust-maddened mind reveled in her debauchery, and a slutty, sinful mouth gulped down every last inch of the cock sticking out of the hole.

She loved it, and she surrendered herself euphorically to the shame of this position, adoring this sense of humiliation.

Again, she glanced hopefully to the door of her stall. At first, she did this expecting nothing.

But then she heard footsteps, and she saw a shadow fall outside it. The door jerked, rattling once as the handle was tested, swinging loosely with its latch retracted, nothing in place to stop the movement. And Sarada's eyes widened eagerly when a boy swaggered into the stall and closed the door behind him.

It was one of Yodo's teammates… Shinki, or something. His face, with the purple markings upon it, was slightly intimidating even if the underlying features looked usually somewhat soft and kind to her, but right now his countenance was every way terrifying and delightful.

Coolly, he looked down at Sarada's naked body, and he smiled slightly at the sight of it. Cocking his head, he looked to her face, which was glued to the wall and the cock sticking out of it. Lazily he unzipped, even as Sarada continued to suck even harder.

"I thought Yodo was just pulling my leg when she said you were even wilder than her, but when Boruto told me as well…" He smiled, a fairly impressive phallus popping out from the confines of his trousers. "…Heh. Are you having fun over there, Araya?"

"Yeah. She's good at this."

The now identified figure on the other side of the divider let out a low grunt, and his cock thrust suddenly with some force into Sarada's mouth. She almost gagged on it, unprepared for the movement, her heart skipped a beat, excitement taking hold as she instinctively raised her ass and spread her legs. The baishunfuuin burned hotter on her skin than the desert sun, and Sarada's pussy was wetter than the lushest oasis. She arched her back and bucked her hips, even more elated at sucking the dick of someone who would know who she was than at sucking the dick of a completely anonymous stranger.

Shinki grinned, watching Sarada splay her nether lips with her probing fingers, exposing herself to him with a very clear intent. His cock twitched in his hand, and his eyes flicked up and down her naked body, appreciating Sarada's deceptively developed curves. She had more of a figure than he expected, and he was pleased by this surprise, judging by how he grabbed her by the waist and lined himself up with her slot, pressing his cockhead to her tender, dripping pussy and taking a deep breath before pressing himself into her with an obscene squelch.

"Oh, fuck…" he moaned. "Yeah, that's it. This is a good cunt…"

Sarada thrilled at his words, and she rocked her hips, grinding herself eagerly on his hardness. He slapped her ass and started to thrust, and she moaned and guzzled Araya's cock through the gloryhole, loving what was happening and elated at the implications of what Shinki had said. Yodo had told them about her. So had Boruto. It was no longer a secret… of course not. With how she was walking in and fucking them every night, why should Boruto and Mitsuki think she was trying to keep a secret? With how she had had sex with Naruto and encouraged him to fuck Yodo, why should she think that Sarada wasn't willing to do this kind of thing?

They knew what she was really like. There was no hiding the secret any longer. She was a whore. A dirty little slut. Her cunt existed to be used as a public relief outlet, and her ass was a sex toy. She was no better than a prostitute who sold her body for free, a horny piece of meat who lived only to be fucked and abused. They knew what a sick little freak she was. They knew how dirty and twisted and relentlessly horny she was. They knew that she was a promiscuous, perverted cunt, and they were going to fuck her and use her every which way to Sunday.

It was open season on her ass, and she was welcoming all comers.

With a slatternly grin and a lascivious moan, Sarada swung her hips, bobbed her head, and gloried in her own degradation. Shinki and Araya fucked her like a dirty, worthless slut, using her in the bathroom like she existed solely for their convenience. Their rigid, throbbing cocks pumped in and out of her, and Shinki's hands fell rhythmically upon her stinging ass cheeks, making her smart and squeal and writhe from joy.

Shinki fucked her pussy, and Araya fucked her face through the gloryhole, and her greedy, shameless body bucked and lewdly twisted between them, Sarada yearning for their use and waiting for their cum. She was delirious in her pleasure, and she clamped down on Shinki's cock while she gulped and gagged on Araya's. She felt them throb and spasm, and she came in anticipation of their own orgasms, sucking and fucking like her life depended on it.

Giddily, pervertedly, she chose to imagine that it did, and she pleasured them even more furiously, turned on more and more by every sick idea that popped into her head. She wanted them to hurt her. She wanted them to drag her out and show her off to everyone on the street. She wanted them to loop a rope around her neck and suspend her from the highest lamppost, to show her naked, slutty body to everyone as she feebly kicked and writhed while she slowly, agonizingly suffocated…

Again, Sarada came, and if her mouth were not stuffed full of cock, she would have begged them to do all these horrible things and hundred more still crueler. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be abused. She wanted them to fuck her and hurt her and throw her away when they were done…

Her head was swimming, and the seal was burning fiercely on her belly. Her womb was itching excruciatingly, an insatiable, horrible desire clawing at her insides.

Sarada's head rolled, and into her pussy and her mouth flooded the two boys' cum, thick and hot and potent. There was so much of it, and it tasted so good…

Lewdly she moaned, loving every second of this.

And that was how she spent her last day in Suna.

After that…

…well.

… … … … …

Shikadai was faintly dumbfounded as he stared at Sarada's naked body. He saw the girl twisting and grinding between the others, rocking her hips and lasciviously groaning. The look on her face was one of utter delight as she sucked Inojin's dick, and she writhed in delight and Boruto's cock plunged into her pussy while Mitsuki's skewered her ass. With her hands free, she was stroking Metal's erection and Shikadai's too, jerking off the two dark-haired boys right next to her slatternly face.

When Boruto had passed along Sarada's invitation to "have some fun", Shikadai hadn't known what to expect. He was a bright kid, and he had noticed a variety of small changes in Sarada's looks and behavior. The way she walked had been different, the way she carried herself closer to that of an adult woman. He hadn't thought anything of that, because in her way, Sarada had always been one of the more mature girls their age, so he'd figured this was just an extension of that. He hadn't ever suspected that she could have gone this far…

What did he think of this? It was too far outside his range of experience to be sure. He was still young… They all were. They didn't have the personal frame of reference to really evaluate Sarada's behavior. More mature and experienced individuals might have formed very different opinions of the girl based on what they saw of her and felt of her right now. They might have been more critical. They might have been more suspicious. It wasn't abnormal for some experimentation to start going down at their age, but this was far beyond the realm of mere experiment, right?

Shikadai didn't know… He couldn't think critically while Sarada's smooth, dexterous fingers were flitting so pleasurably up and down his pulsating length. With the girl fondling his dick so gleefully, he could not bring himself to seriously scrutinize her behavior. He just wanted to lose himself in the sensations, to let go of his compunctions and follow the rhythm. So he moaned and bucked his hips, thrusting into Sarada's grasp, feeling her stroke and squeeze his quivering cock, staring at her naked, sinuous body and basking in the glow that was rising from his loins.

And if even Shikadai couldn't think straight under this onslaught, the other guys didn't stand a chance. Sarada was a prodigy of a temptress, and the movements of her body were more than her relatively inexperienced peers could have ever dreamed of. She made them feel things that they had never felt—even Boruto and Mitsuki, who had experienced her body several times by now, found themselves blown away by the skill and enthusiasm with which Sarada Uchiha fucked. The girl was insatiable, thirstier than a vampire and more seductive than a succubus. Her tight holes, her ravenous lips, her nimble fingers, and her sultry motions were all far more than they could have ever prepared for, and they were drowning in pleasure.

"Fuck…" Inojin panted, his mouth sagging open, his face glistening with sweat. "I didn't think…"

"How can it feel this good…?" Metal moaned, shuddering at every flick and prod of Sarada's dexterous digits. "Goodness…!"

"Right…?" Boruto rasped, burying himself convulsively in Sarada's cunt. "Fuuuck… She's something else…"

"This ass…" Mitsuki breathed. "I'm going to lose it…"

"Sarada… fuck!" Shikadai groaned. "When did she get this…?"

Their faces were flush and sweaty, their bodies swaying to and fro as they thrust and ground. Enthusiasm made up for experience with most of them, and sheer youthful vitality kept their dicks upright and rigid. Fast they thrust, Boruto and Mitsuki going all in, and Inojin shoved his cock as deep into Sarada's mouth as he could.

She gripped Metal and Shikadai tighter, flicking their tips and tormenting their erections with a frightful skill, and she rocked her hips, gyrating on Mitsuki and Boruto's dicks. And she sucked and slurped and smacked her lips, feasting on Inojin's manhood, vacuuming it and guzzling it, milking it with every gulp. Sharingan rolled drunkenly in her sockets, doujutsu smoldering in a shameless carnality, and she bobbed her head while she stroked faster and clenched up, working all five of the boys and pushing them to their limits.

Metal was the first one to burst, blowing his load onto Sarada's face, followed by Mitsuki, who bust his nut inside her anus, and then Inojin, who erupted down her throat with a moan, then Shikadai, who quivered and loosed his semen over the girl's perky breasts, and finally Boruto, who disgorged the contents of his balls into Sarada's warded, thirsting womb.

The girl smiled lustfully as Inojin's cock was popped out of her mouth, and she licked her lips as she swallowed.

"More…" she purred, feeling Boruto and Mitsuki pull out as well, looking at Metal and Shikadai's cocks. She saw all the dicks of the boys around her, and she felt a gnawing desire in her belly. With hearts in her eyes and her mouth twitching further upward, she turned around, amid the boys, getting down on her knees and weaving her hands together. "Fuck me mooore~"

Two shadow clones of Sarada popped into existence, one on either side of the girl, and they wore expressions perfectly matching that of their maker. The one on the left opened her mouth wide, grabbing Shikadai's dick and shoving it into her mouth while raising her hips and wagging them at Inojin, while the one on the right grabbed her precocious breasts and squeezed them together around Metal's cock, sticking out her ass at Mitsuki while she did so.

Inojin grabbed hold of the left-side Sarada's hips and slipped himself into her pussy, penetrating the raven-haired temptress while she smiled and slurped on his best friend's cock. The moistness and the warmth of Sarada's soaking pussy enveloped his turgid, pulsing length, and his sensitive tip twitched as it rubbed against the silky inner folds of Sarada's slatternly snatch. Mitsuki smiled and slapped the ass of the right-side Sarada at the same time, making her shiver and moan, before grabbing her buttocks and spreading them apart, and pressing his swollen, tender cockhead to the rim of an insatiable anus.

"You perv…" the right-side Sarada tittered, wiggling her hips as Mitsuki sank his cock into her ass, swallowing his manhood with practiced ease. "You like fucking me in the ass so much, but with that girlish face of yours…" She bucked her hips, taking still more of his hardness. "Maybe you'd like it better on the receiving end.."

She squeezed her breasts together, rubbing them up and down over Metal's twitching length. Mitsuki's dick was long, but it was not especially girthy, while Metal's dick had both length and girth, but he was more sensitive and a quicker shot than the others. Neither of their dicks quite matched her ideal (which, perhaps by coincidence, would be identical to what was between Lord Hokage's legs) but they were entirely sufficient for getting off with, and the mere fact that these were cocks was enough to make her grin and go to town on them.

Shikadai's eyes rolled up onto his socket, opposite this, while the left-side Sarada slobbered on his knob, and he listened dumbly to the slapping, squelching noises of Inojin thrusting in and out of the shadow clone's sodden sex. Shikadai felt like his insides were going to be sucked out through his urethra, and he shivered every time he felt Sarada's tongue brush his manhood, threading his fingers unthinkingly through her hair and holding her head down between his legs while she happily, greedily suckled.

"Mmm… mwah…"

The left-side Sarada's eyelids fluttered, dipping low while she savored Shikadai's cock and took Inojin's fucking, riding the one and slurping the other. Her buttocks slapped and rippled at each impact with the blonde's navel, and she bobbed her head to smack the raven-haired strategist's balls against her chin. Her glassy, lustful eyes stared into the distance, looking not at her partners but at something that only she could see. Her pussy clenched, and her tongue swirled. Her expression was one of whorish contentment. Shikadai had an average sized dick, and Inojin had one that was slightly smaller, but both were good enough for her purposes.

But between these two clones, the original Sarada looked at Boruto with a grin, licking her lips. She leered at the cock standing up between his legs, a little inferior still to her ideal, but the closest of all five to what she most craved. He was the longest and the thickest—not by too wide of a margin, but enough to be noticed by her keen eyes—and he had the best endurance and could go for the longest. He was the closest to her ideal, out of all five of the guys present, because he inherited something like what was between his father's legs.

Sarada smiled lecherously at Boruto, and she leaned back and spread her legs wide, showing him her cunt and letting him see it oozing his cum. With amorous, lascivious eyes, she leered at the boy, cupping one of her breasts while she splayed the lips of her pussy.

"How many can you make?"

The question was understood immediately, and without saying a word, Boruto wove the seal for the shadow clone jutsu. He formed two doppelgangers, one to either side of him. He COULD have made a few more, but he was focused on Sarada's holes. Anything more would have been extra.

So the three Borutos swarmed around the original Sarada, who opened wide and received them with a gleeful, slovenly smile. Her soaking pussy, her perky ass, and her kissable mouth were each stuffed with an identical cock—a big, fat, hard cock, tasty and throbbing. She smiled more lewdly still, surrounded by the Borutos, and the seal on her navel burned brighter than ever.

This was reckless and short-sighted. It could ruin her reputation forever. But under the influence of the baishunfuuin, she could care less. She WANTED to be seen as a whore. She WANTED to be disrespected and abused. She wanted to be objectified and degraded and used like a public relief sex toy. She was a cocksleeve, a cum dumpster, a brainless piece of meat…

She smiled wider and wider and wider with each of these masochistic thoughts, and she rolled her eyes and swallowed Boruto's cock until she was almost gagging, feeling his cock thump against her cervix and split her ass wide open. She loved the feeling of this, and she didn't want it to stop.

She NEVER wanted it to stop.

So she threw herself into this one-man gangbang with all the more enthusiasm, enjoying every second and provoking her partners to fuck her faster and harder and rougher.

Boruto's cock filled Sarada's mouth, and Boruto's cock thrust into Sarada's pussy, and Boruto's cock reamed Sarada's ass. In and out the blonde pumped, his triple hardness relentlessly plunging. Soft and yielding was Sarada's body, even her snuggest tightness giving way to his girth as her flesh lewdly wrapped around him. He moaned and rocked his hips, and he ran six hands all over her body, and he licked her here and nibbled her there with three different yet identical mouths.

His ravishing was wonderful. Sarada twisted gleefully amid the flexing forms, her skin glimmering with sweat, her face kindled by the flush of an erotic warmth. Smooth and fair, her skin dimpled and rippled, rolling over a tight, subtly toned kunoichi physique. Her perky ass, her supple breasts, her cute, moist cocksucking lips, her groping fingers, and her wiggling toes were all utterly lewd. Not one inch of that body lacked in sensuality, every slightest twitch of her frame almost offensively sexy.

Boruto slapped Sarada's ass, knowing that Chocho liked it when he did this to her. Sarada moaned into one of his cocks in response, and the Boruto that was getting sucked off pulled on Sarada's hair, dragging her closer. The Boruto fucking Sarada's pussy—the original Boruto—quickened his pace, drilling deeper into the girl's core and casting his eye around at the others. He saw them likewise picking up the pace, and he could tell that Sarada was pushing each of them effortlessly to the brink. It was almost SCARY how good she was at this, and even as much as he enjoyed this, a tiny part of him couldn't help wondering if it was really okay.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. He couldn't dream of stopping. Not until it was simply impossible for him to keep going any longer. With a shudder, he bucked his hips, slamming his pelvis against Sarada's flexing, rippling hindquarters, burying his cock up to the hilt in her anus, and he beat his cockhead against the gate of her womb, filling the girl as completely as he physically could, and he groped her breasts and nibbled her nape and snorted and grunted her name.

"Sarada… fuck!" Boruto tossed his head, and three mouths echoed the name, looking amazedly at the girl, beholding her rapaciously and bewilderedly. Caught up in the moment still, he could only keep going, and he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. But even while he fucked her, a part of him understood that this was strange. It was fun, but… "Fuuuuck! Sarada, you greedy bitch…"

Sarada came at his words, and at his fucking. She sucked harder, and she moaned madly into his groin, and she bucked her hips spasmodically as she convulsed and contracted. Her cunt and her anus both gripped the cocks inside them, and she milked Boruto's threefold manhood for every drop.

Boruto seized up. Three identical blondes shuddered and hissed, their cocks clenching as they spewed. Cum flooded into Sarada's asshole and Sarada's pussy and Sarada's mouth. It overflowed her lips in both the north and south, and it sloshed and churned in her spasming anus as Boruto's thrusting slowed.

Sarada's cheeks were aglow, and her eyes were contentedly hazy. Lids drooped, even as two other Saradas made obscene noises of pleasure, writhing and bucking and audibly coming, themselves. They squirted and shuddered and gave up the ghost, expending themselves and bursting, they came so hard as the cum of the boys filled their every hole and covered them from head to toe.

Shikadai and Inojin stumbled, panting and sweaty. Metal Lee collapsed onto his backside, and Mitsuki slumped and closed his eyes, his dick going flaccid. Two of the Borutos vanished in puffs of smoke, and only the one buried in her pussy now remained. But he was going soft even as he stared into those smoky sharingan, and he slightly frowned as he pulled out.

"Boruto-kun… Mitsuki-kun…" Sarada moaned with hearts in her eyes, panting and sweaty but far from finished. She spread the lips of her pussy, showing the cum that so sloppily stuffed her slot, shivering as the memories of her two clones filtered into her. "Everybody… Fuck me.. Please, fuck me!"

Boruto stepped back, too tired to keep going. He slowly shook his head. He was spent, and in his post-orgasmic clarity, he was starting to understand just how far beyond the pale they had gone.

Those middle of the night visits while on the mission to Suna had been one thing. That had been like a vacation… what happened there, stayed there. They were back in Konoha now, and things should have gone back to normal.

…But on some level, Boruto knew what Sarada's "normal" had become. He might act like it sometimes, but he wasn't dumb. They were on a squad together, and they had been classmates before that. He knew. He had pretended not to know, and he hadn't told anyone. But he was sure that he wasn't the only one who had guessed it by now. Sometimes he thought that even his mom might be aware.

Part of it was small slips Sarada had made now and then. She would accidentally call the hokage 'Daddy', or she would stare at him lovingly when she thought no one else was looking. Part of it was bigger changes, such as the slightly more revealing clothes that Sarada had taken to wearing, and all the times the hokage would hold her back to discuss something in private, or the times he had found her socks or panties forgotten in some corner of his home.

There were the things she moaned when she was sleeping. The things she whispered to herself when she thought no one was listening. There was the way she walked, and the tone she used, and how her expression changed whenever his dad was brought up.

And speaking of his dad… Boruto had noticed it with him, too.

He wasn't stupid. He could see the signs. Maybe they all could, and they only pretended not to out of some sense of courtesy or respect. By now, it had to be almost an open secret. At least within select circles.

His dad… and Sarada. The two of them…

Boruto closed his eyes.

He didn't know how he felt about it. Maybe his mom knew, and maybe she was okay with it. The way she'd talked when speaking of their dad having to stay home while they'd been on vacation, and the sometimes very deliberate way she would ignore a cum-stained pair of panties in the laundry room or the smearing of lipstick on the crotch of Naruto's trousers…

In one way, Boruto didn't know what was going on with his dad and Sarada, yet in another way, he knew all too well. His feelings about it were… complicated. He avoided thinking about and sorting them out. He tried to ignore it, to pretend that it wasn't happening.

But deep down, he knew, and he was sure that he was not the only one.

So looking at Sarada and seeing this shamelessly slatternly look on her face, seeing the seal that smoldered upon her navel, Boruto concluded that there was only one right thing to do.

"…Put your clothes on, Sarada. I'm sure he wouldn't want to see you like this."

The girl's face fell, and she looked around at the other boys. They all had guilty expressions. She could see that they now regretted what they had done, and they all avoided her gaze.

Without them saying a word, she could tell that they agreed with Boruto.

For the first time in a long while, Sarada looked down at herself and wondered what on earth she was doing. Ashamed, she covered her face.

She needed to talk to Naruto.

She couldn't let herself keep going like this.